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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Right here.

All this is my magician's toy shop.

I'm Ray Bradbury, and this is...

Let's make an adjustment over here.

Give me the small screwdriver.

All right. Now the right eye. Could use a little more oil.

Audio link needs thinking.

You got it? Head swivel.

Check. Wrap it up.

Give me the comb. Can't have him look like he's been out all night.

All right. Give it a try.

Four score and seven years ago, our

fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation

conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that

all men are created equal.

Oh, fantastic.

Good work.

We did it.

Congratulations,

Bob. Of

the people,

by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the

earth. The tomb was not your place.

Arise.

Stan, all of us.

Downwind from Gettysburg.

It is the only hearing place.

And Lincoln has dreamed himself awake.

Born again, Phipps.

We just had a call from the television station asking if they could take a news

crew in tonight.

I told them your embargo stood.

Thank you, John.

He's not just news.

It's an affirmation.

Must admit, for some of us in the Lincoln Resurrection Brigade, there were

we never thought there'd be the story to tell.

Plenty of stories, John.

Things that passion will force a man to do.

Me, at five in the morning, Gettysburg, listening to the dawn chorus, trying to

capture the atmosphere.

Or at Bull Run in the teeming rain.

wanting to feel what he must have felt about the weight of the war.

Or in jail, Washington, trying to explain what I was doing, crawling

Lincoln Memorial with a tape measure.

Swear to you, officer, I meant him no harm. What did you think I was going to

do?

Something I never told any of you.

Figured you thought I was crazy enough.

Lincoln, on his way to Gettysburg.

Somewhere in the crowd, waiting for him on the battlefield, is my great

-grandfather. He must have been a young boy.

Nine years old.

Story's been in the family through four generations.

Abraham Lincoln, in the flesh.

Speaking across a sea of people to that small boy.

The lad's father was a farmer. He hefted the boy up on his shoulders so that he

could get a glimpse of the great man and hear the words drifting on the breeze.

Four score and seven years ago. Four score and seven years ago.

Our fathers brought forth. Our fathers brought forth.

A new nation.

A new nation conceived in liberty.

Isn't it fine?

They will stand in the meadow fields of Gettysburg and listen,

learn, see, hone the edge of their razor

foals and live!

Thank you, sir.

Restrooms? Right there, sir.

Listen, three minutes to curtain. Thank you.

It's about to start, Walt.

Are you sure you won't join us in the booth?

No.

You go ahead, John.

Enjoy him.

I shall.

Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this

continent a new nation conceived in liberty and dedicated

to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war.

Testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can

endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war.

We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place

for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.

It's altogether fitting.

Robert, we shouldn't do this.

But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate.

We cannot consecrate.

We cannot tell this crowd.

Brave men.

Lincoln.

Show's canceled, folks. Go home.

You got it.

Ex semper tyrannis.

So always is the fate of tyrants.

No!

He's, uh, dead, is he?

Yeah,

it was me.

Walt!

It's a Derringer. There's only one bullet. I know.

Find a knife on him.

My name is Booth.

John Wilkes.

What happened to the other Mr. Booth?

They... Yeah.

They killed him.

I'm Norman Llewellyn Booth.

Last name's...

Police, I bet.

He better hide that.

Who is it?

It's Steve. We cleared the lobby and found some things. This is Steve.

That's how he got in.

A forged invitation.

Quite good.

Spirit gum.

The real John Wilkes Booth.

Derringer, knife, spirit gum, of course, mustache.

Don't tell me you're an actor as well.

Walter, the police will soon be here.

Yes, arrest me, get it over with.

No.

Not yet.

Move.

Where? To him!

Hey, come on, this is stupid!

The police should be reading me my writings. Here are your rights, sir.

Tim, I want house lights up half. I want the upstate center spot on. And number

20 and 22 white number spots on.

He's crazy.

You can't stop him, you guys. Afraid?

He's dead.

Mr. Booth?

Lights?

Audience, you're on.

I have a question.

One I always wanted to ask the other Mr. Booth.

Why? I don't know.

Booth, Lincoln, too good a chance to miss.

Wolf,

no! It's all right, it's all right.

I will not be tried for murder because I killed a man who killed a machine.

I won't repeat your stupidity.

It'll make quite a story.

Quite a story.

Yes.

No problem, John.

No problem.

I just want to understand.

Ah, the, uh... The other Mr. Booth.

He was a professional actor.

How good are you?

Convince me of your performance, your character, your motivation.

Why you really did it.

Well, it's not that difficult.

Surely.

All right.

Point of discussion for our little drama class.

Subtext.

You're a coward.

No. Yes.

No, not a coward. Brave.

Brave enough to know I had to do something about fear.

Fear of what?

Things, people, places.

Things I wanted to have but never took.

People I wanted to boss around but never could.

Places I wanted to go never went.

So I thought if you can't find something to be glad about, find ways to be sad.

Find something awful to do and cry about.

You've done it.

Soon have to answer for my bravery, huh?

We have time.

Tell me more.

You interest me.

Did you ever kill a turtle?

They live forever.

At least, long after we're dead.

When I was ten, I took a brick and broke a turtle's shell.

And he died.

That's with Lee.

Go and meet them, John.

Keep them outside.

Right. Very interesting about the turtle, Mr. Poole.

What does it have to do with tonight?

Don't you see?

I'm jealous.

Jealous of anything that works, anything that lasts, anything that's perfect.

Machines. Damn right, machines.

I could never be as perfect as that.

That eternal president.

A machine doesn't know what it is. And who do you think you are?

Anyway, God. Are you playing God? Trying to recreate him?

Well, I played God too, didn't I? Taking him out for the second time. It was

meant. Destiny.

Booth and Lincoln.

I had to come.

You have to arrest me.

Times Square booth shoots Lincoln again.

Walter, the police are here in the foyer.

Send them away.

What?

Send them away, John.

There's no problem.

What do you mean, no problem?

Would the rest of you step outside, please?

Mr. Booth has explained himself very well.

We just need a few more minutes.

Liar.

The show is over.

Your performance lacked conviction.

critics might say in the papers, had any of them been here tonight.

We still have not been told the real reason.

I just... It all boils down to this. Very plain, very simple.

You'd love to see your picture in the papers, wouldn't you?

Like to see yourself coast to coast on the front pages of magazines?

No.

Get free time on TV.

No. Be interviewed for radio. No. You'd like trials.

Lawyers arguing whether a man can be tried for proxy murder.

No! That is, attacking, shooting a humanoid machine.

No!

It would be great to have 200 million people talking about you tomorrow

or next week, next month, next year.

Fine to sell your personal exclusives. true, real story to the international

syndicates for a large chunk of money.

Shall I tell you the answer to all these questions that I'm going to ask you,

Mr. Booth? Shall I?

No. M -O. You can't! I can't.

Mr. Booth, I can do anything I wish with this case, and I wish

not. to press charges.

This assassination never happened. You can tell your story, but we'll deny it.

You were never here.

No shot.

No gun.

No computerized, data -processed assassination.

No outrage. No panic. No shock.

No mob.

I turned your phone around on you, Mr. Booth.

You can't make... If you ever tell any living

human being, any man,

woman, or child, your wife, aunt, uncle, cousin, or some friend, or an

employer, or a complete stranger, if you ever tell even yourself out loud late

at night when you're trying to go to sleep about the things that you've done,

you know what I am going to do to you, Mr. Booth?

I am going to follow you. I shall follow you for a dozen, or a hundred, or two

hundred days.

And then, at least how do you expect it, some day, some night, some noon, I will

be there.

And then, do you know what I am going to do to you?

Huh? It will be so awful, so terrible.

That you'll wish you had never been born.

That's how awful and terrible it's going to be.

What did I just say to you, Mr. Wood?

You'll kill me. Say it again.

You'll kill me.

Get your jacket on.

So long, Mr. Nobody.

I think it's fitting.

You leave my side. Get out.

Wait.

I had

to do that.

Why did you stop?

You are dead.

And I have let your murderer go.