The date is April 3rd, 1968. By 6:01 pm tomorrow, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. will be shot dead on his motel balcony.
Inside an FBI surveillance room at the Lorraine Motel, four agents monitor King’s final hours through hidden microphones — logging, listening, justifying. Black Bag Job puts you in the room with them.
What emerges is not a whodunit but something more damning: a portrait of men doing their jobs, following orders, and becoming instruments of history’s worst instincts. Built from declassified records and theatrical invention, the play forces you to sit inside the machinery of American power — not as a witness, but as a participant.
Claustrophobic. Unnerving. Impossible to absolve yourself of.