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(LIGHTS UP. SAINT PETER sits at a card table, reading the sports page.
GERALD FORD enters, befuddled, looking back over his shoulder, wearing a red robe. Ford approaches Peter.)
FORD: Excuse me, are you Peter? Is this . . . ?
PETER (puts down sports): Name?
FORD: President Ford. President Gerald R. Ford.
PETER (scanning a list): President . . . President . . .
(Ford tries to read the list upside-down. Peter covers it.)
FORD: It might be under Jerry.
PETER: Oh, here. Gerald Rudolph Ford.
FORD: Jesus, you had me scared there! (starts to walk through the gate, but he bounces off some sort of invisible shield) What the!
PETER: Actually, there is one minor little eensy-weensy snag.
FORD: Snag? Oh, God, not the Nixon pardon!
PETER: No, no. We understand pardons here. (over intercom) Gerald R. Ford is at the gate! Commissioner Gerald R. Ford! FORD: . . . Commissioner. Oh, no. Well, if God forgave me for pardoning Nixon, certainly He's forgiven me for . . . for whatever fudging of the facts I might have done on the Warren Commission!
PETER (reading sports again): Oh, yes, God's forgiven you.
(LEE HARVEY OSWALD, in a red robe, enters.)
FORD: You! What the hell are you doing here?
(Oswald stares at Ford. He starts circling the Commissioner slowly, calmly, contemptuously.)
FORD: What're you looking at?
OSWALD: A dirty, rotten liar.
FORD: How dare you talk to me like that, you little Communist!
OSWALD: Filthy, stinking liar.
FORD: All right, look, we did what we had to do to--- restore the domestic tranquillity! And we did a helluva job! Maybe you didn't do it, but you were certainly in the wrong place on the wrong day. You should just be a little more careful next time.
OSWALD (jabbing Ford in the chest): You better be careful right now.
FORD: Why, you little . . . (glances at Peter, remembers his position) We did our best!
OSWALD (pushing Ford hard with both hands): You put bloody murder on an innocent man's soul!
FORD: I wasn't the only one! We did it for the good of the country! For the good of the whole world!
OSWALD: Dirty stinking rotten lying frame-up bastard!
(Oswald knocks Ford down and starts pummeling him. Without looking up from the sports page, Peter gets on the intercom.)
PETER: Security at the gate, please. Security at the gate.
(TWO ANGELS come in and calmly, gently pull Oswald off Ford. Oswald's rage is sated. The Angels dust him off and lead him through the gate, removing his red robe and replacing it with a white one.
Ford lies there, weeping. He gets up, dusts himself off, starts to wander offstage, then suddenly charges the gate, but is repelled once again by the invisible shield. He exits, weeping, muttering. . .)
FORD: I am an honorable man. I am a decent man. I am a patriot. Who was he? He was just a little miserable smirking Communist, waiting to be sacrificed for the greater good. I did what I had to do, for the sake of the country, for the sake of the world. I am an honorable man. I am a decent man. I am a patriot.
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