Killing Lincoln Page #5

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John Parker,

the man detailed

to protect the President,

are drinking at

the Star Saloon

when Booth enters,

will never be known

with any certainty.

John Wilkes Booth:

Mr. Taltavul.

Tom Hanks:
But the urge

somehow to be a part of or

witness to the killing

of Abraham Lincoln will

prompt many to

make claims that are

impossible

to substantiate.

The remark allegedly

overheard during

intermission by

orchestra conductor

William Withers

is a prime example.

Peter Taltavul:
You're

a fine tragedian, John,

but you'll never be as

great as your father.

John Wilkes Booth: When I

leave the stage for good,

I'll be the most talked

about man in America.

Tom Hanks:
And the

stage is set for the most

dramatic and resonant

crime in American history.

Asa Trenchard:
Nary red,

it all comes to their

barkin' up the

wrong tree about

the old man's property.

William Bell:

Yes, sir?

James Powell:
I have here

medicine for Mr. Seward

from his surgeon,

Dr. Verdi.

William Bell:

I don't know that

we are expecting any

such thing, but,

but I'll see to it

that he gets it.

James Powell:
No,

I gotta take it to

him myself personal.

[audience laughter].

William Bell:

Please, sir.

Uh, the house is

mostly asleep now and,

and you don't want

to be wakin' 'em.

Asa Trenchard:
Oh, no.

Which he meant

to leave to me,

and left it to

his granddaughter,

Miss Mary Meredith.

[audience laughter].

Frederick Seward:

Who is this, Bell?

William Bell:

Mr. Frederick,

this man says he's

from Dr. Verdi.

James Powell:
I have

a medicine here for

Mr. Seward with

instructions on how he

must take it.

Frederick Seward:

I'm sorry,

but you cannot

see him now.

My sister and his

nurse are endeavoring

to compose

my father to sleep now.

James Powell:

But I must.

Dr. Verdi's orders.

Frederick Seward:

Wait, wait.

[audience laughter].

Frederick Seward: As I

thought and as I said,

it is not worthwhile to

talk about this any further.

[audience laughter].

Mrs. Mountchessington:

Miss Mary Meredith!

Oh, I'm delighted.

Mary Todd Lincoln:

What will Miss Harris

think of my

hanging on to you so?

Asa Trenchard:

And mothers would go away

from a fellow when

they found that out,

but you don't valley

fortune, Miss Gusty?

Abraham Lincoln:
She won't

think anything about it.

Mrs. Mountchessington: My

love, you had better go.

Asa Trenchard:
You crave

affection, you do.

Frederick Seward: Go back

and tell the doctor that

Mr. Seward's son refused

to let you see him,

if you think I cannot be

trusted with the medicine.

James Powell:

Very well then.

[gun c*cks].

[gun c*cks].

James Powell:

You son of a b*tch!

[gun clicks].

[audience laughter].

Mrs. Mountchessington:

Mr. Trenchard,

you will please

recollect you are

addressing my daughter.

Asa Trenchard:
I'm

offering her my heart and

hand, just as she wants

them, with nothing in 'em.

[audience laughter].

Fanny Seward:

[screams, crying].

Augusta:
The nasty beast!

[audience laughter].

Mrs. Mountchessington: I

am aware, Mr. Trenchard.

[audience laughter].

Mrs. Mountchessington:

You are not used to the

manners of good society

and that, alone,

will excuse the

impertinence of which you

have been guilty.

Asa Trenchard:

Don't know the manners of

good society, eh?

Well, I guess I know

enough to turn you

inside out, old woman;

you damned old

sockdologizing.

[gunshot].

John Wilkes Booth:

Sic semper tyrannis!

Sic semper tyrannis!

Maj. Rathbone:

Stop that man!

Clara Harris:
Stop him!

John Wilkes Booth:

Let me pass!

Let me pass!

Fanny Seward:
Murder!

Help!

Murder!

John Wilkes Booth:

Give me that horse, boy!

[horse neighs]

John Wilkes Booth: Go.

William Bell:
Murder!

Stop that man!

Murderer!

Tom Hanks:

John Wilkes Booth

has less than

[clock ticking].

[gun clicks].

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[sobbing and screaming].

Man:
What's happening?

Clara Harris:
The

President is, is shot!

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[screams].

[crowd screams].

[pounding on the door].

Maj. Rathbone:

Back away!

I've been stabbed, please.

Clara Harris:

Help us!

Someone please,

please help us!

Dr. Charles Leale: You're

in no immediate danger.

Mrs. Lincoln,

Mrs. Lincoln,

I'm Dr. Leale,

a United States

Army surgeon.

Mary Todd Lincoln:

Oh, Doctor!

Oh, Doctor!

[sobbing]

Help him!

Help him!

Dr. Charles Leale: Water!

Bring water!

And Brandy!

On the floor.

I want him recumbent.

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[sobbing].

Men:
One, two, three.

Man:
Watch his head.

Watch his head.

He might have

been stabbed.

Dr. Charles Leale:

We need to cut the shirt

and coat away from

the neck to the elbow.

Man:
Charlie.

Dr. Charles Taft:

Dr. Charles Taft.

Mary Todd Lincoln:

You help him!

Is he dead?

Someone answer me!

Help him!

Oh, God.

Dr. Charles Leale:

I'm checking for

hemorrhage of the

subclavial artery.

Wait.

I found it.

A hole.

And there's a clot.

[audience screaming].

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[sobbing].

Dr. Charles Leale:

It's a bullet wound.

Occipital bone here.

Removal of a clot

has relieved pressure

on the brain.

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[sobbing].

Lieutenant Bolton:

Ladies!

Gentleman!

The President is being

attended by physicians!

Please make your way

in orderly fashion

to the street!

Dr. Charles Leale: I'm

opening up his larynx for

a free passage of air.

I need you and you

to lift his arms and

manipulate them

back and forth.

Up and down to

expand his thorax.

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[sobbing].

Dr. Charles Leale:

Feeble.

Respiration not

satisfactory.

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[sobbing].

Maj. Rathbone:

Here, here's brandy!

Keene:
May I

hold his head?

Mary Todd Lincoln:

[sobbing]

Tell me!

[sobbing]

Tell me, is he alive?

Tom Hanks:
At 10:35,

shooting the President,

Booth arrives at the

Navy Yard Bridge,

his escape route

into Maryland.

Sgt. Silas T. Cobb

of the 13th Regiment

Massachusetts

Heavy Artillery

is on sentry duty.

Sgt. Silas Cobb:
Halt!

Who goes?

John Wilkes Booth:

A friend.

Sgt. Silas Cobb:

Name?

John Wilkes Booth:

My name is Booth.

Sgt. Silas Cobb:

Where from?

John Wilkes Booth:

I'm from the city.

Sgt. Silas Cobb:

Where are you headed?

John Wilkes Booth:

Down home, Charles County.

Sgt. Silas Cobb:

What town?

John Wilkes Booth: I

don't live in a town.

I live near Beantown.

Sgt. Silas Cobb:

I don't know where

that place is, friend.

But do you know it's

against the law to cross

here after nine o'clock?

What is your object to be

in town so late when you

got so far to travel?

John Wilkes Booth:

It is a dark road.

I thought if I waited

'til now I should have the

light of this moon to

help me see my way.

Sgt. Silas Cobb:
Well,

I will let you pass,

but I don't know

as I ought to.

John Wilkes Booth:

Hell, there'll be no

trouble about that.

Man:
Make way.

Make way!

To the White House.

We must take him

to the White House.

Dr. Charles Leale: No,

he will die on the way.

Dr. Charles Taft:

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