President

The Republican vice-presidential candidate was to be in the city that evening to attend a rally. The Secret Service was at
the ready. The recent assassination of President McKinley had been a lesson well learned. Guns were going off everywhere.

(The Vice Presidential campaign enters. Posters, banners, a marching band, the incumbent candidate waving. He poses for
photographs with J.P. MORGAN on the back of a train. But it's all slightly surreal, as filtered through SARAH's
consciousness.)

I'll tell him...
President, I am coming to you
On behalf of Coalhouse Walker
He don't know I'm here...
He's much too proud!
And I ain't much of a talker
But President, he needs your help, sir
You're the only one
'Cause Coalhouse, he won't marry me
Till this thing is done
And President, we got a son!

(The march music is suddenly very loud, very real. SARAH breaks through the police barricade and rushes towards him, her arm
outstretched to him.)

President! President!
She's got a gun!