Alan Cumming

The first duty of society is justice, said Alexander Hamilton, and so here we are.

Don't throw away your shot, players.

The tear-stained pages of Traitor's history are filled with the blood of the innocent at this table.

And what a triumph it would be if you caught a traitor on the opening page.

Look around you.

Who at the table has your back?

There was a butcher who had a wife and daughter

And a rich man who led them all like lambs to the slaughter He tried to take the butcher's wife When she refused he took her life Blamed the butcher for the crime And while he was doing time His daughter came of age Forced to perform upon the stage And to be clear

In this scenario, the butcher is me.

But the rich man truly will pay for his sins.

And this time duly will be the one who wins.

For there's a debt that has yet to be repaid.

So my course is set for the blood and the blade.

And that death, sweet death, that will bring relief from the pain and the passion and the guilt and the grief.

I'll heed thy call, tell them all.

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen.

Good evening!

How are you?

I am your host!

Welcome!