INT. OFFICE - DAY
A GROUP OF FBI AGENTS STAND AROUND A SCALE MODEL OF DOWNTOWN DALLAS.
CAPTION: DALLAS, TEXAS. NOVEMBER 21, 1963.
AGENT DANIELS
And that, gentlemen, is the proposed route for the president's motorcade. Any questions?
AGENT CARTER
Where's the best view? My wife's taking the camera and she's crazy about Jackie.
THE AGENTS LAUGH.
AGENT DANIELS
I suggest this grassy knoll area - she should have a clear shot from there.
Anyone else?
AGENT SIMPSON
Erm, sir...
AGENT DANIELS
What is it, Simpson?
AGENT SIMPSON
I'm just thinking... this building here?
AGENT DANIELS
The book depository, what about it?
AGENT SIMPSON
Maybe we should position a.... ah.... AHCHOO!
AGENT SIMPSON SNEEZES LOUDLY INTO HIS HANDS. WHEN HE REMOVES HIS HANDS A LONG STRING OF SNOT HANGS FROM HIS CHIN.
AGENT FROST
UGH! LOOK!
THERE IS UPROAR AS THE OTHER AGENTS SEE THE BOGEY.
AGENT SIMPSON
What? What is it?
AGENT DANIELS
That's disgusting, Simpson. Get rid of it!
AGENT SIMPSON WIPES HIS CHEEKS. MISSING THE SNOT.
AGENT SIMPSON
Where is it? Have I got it?
AGENT FROST
You manky bastard!
AGENT DANIELS
The other side man, for Christ's sakes!
AGENT SIMPSON WIPES HIS FACE AND REMOVES THE SNOT.
AGENT DANIELS
Finally! Alright, calm down everyone, the excitement's over. Now where were we? Simpson you were making a point.
AGENT SIMPSON
Yes, sir. I... erm... do you know, I've completely forgotten.
AGENT DANIELS
It can't have been that important. Let's hit the titty bars.
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