A New Orleans courtroom in the late 1960s. Sunlight drifts through high windows, catching dust motes in the still, warm air. A jury of aged white men sit listening to Mr. Dymond, a slick attorney (male, late 50s, white), argue his side of the case before a wizened old judge. The District Attorney (Jim Garrison – 50s, horn-rimmed glasses, Kevin Costner before he became too pompous) sits at a table opposite Dymond’s, taking it all in.
Dymond: Mr. Garrison makes a compelling argument.
Close on Dymond, giving a typically lawyerly performance.
Dymond: The shots that killed President Kennedy could not, he assures us, all have been fired from the Sixth Floor of the Texas Book Depository.
Dymond: The third shot in particular - Mr. Garrison’s so called “Magic Bullet” - is especially problematic.
Focus on the jury now, listening intently, with Dymond silhouetted in the foreground.
Dymond: If we are to accept the Warren Commission’s report, Mr. Garrison argues, this “Magic Bullet” passed not only through the President’s neck, but also caused the wounds to Governor Connally’s chest, wrist and thigh.
Dymond: But it was not magic which propelled this third bullet... no, sirs, it was something far more insidious… and, ultimately, far more dangerous to the American way of life than any “lone gunman”.
Dymond stands holding a photograph of Magneto, wearing his helmet and full costume.
Dymond: I’m here today to tell you that the true assassin of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was, in fact, this man…
Dymond: Erik Lehnsherr…
Close on the jury… except they’re not entirely what they seem. Seated among them now, rather than the aged white men we’ve seen earlier, are Professor Charles Xavier, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Hank McCoy, Bobby Drake and Warren Worthington III (wearing 60s fashion, not their X-uniforms). They’ve previously been disguised by Professor X’s mental powers – only we, the readers, can now see them as they truly are. (Some art effect should show that we’re seeing through their disguises.) The X-Men are bristling in their seats… Professor X is trying to keep them calm, to prevent them from giving the game away.
In the foreground, probably still in silhouette, Dymond is waiting for their response.
Dymond: Gentlemen of the jury, the mutant menace is real.
Dymond: Now... what do we intend to do about it?
Professor X (thought balloon): Be still, my X-Men…