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A Terrible Crime and the False File
(At rise a man, JOHN, down stage
left, in a long, dark brown coat,
and a hat of the same color. He is
On a street, with a street lamp
slightly behind the man that he is
leaning against, stage is empty
otherwise. JOHN casually, and
almost sadly taps a slow beat
with his feet,and a slow piece
of music plays to accompany it.
CHARLES enters from stage right.)
(The music stops playing the moment JOHN hears him.
CHARLES pushes JOHN, who stumbles back a step.)
He’s dead! You let this happen.
(CHARLES jabs a finger into John’s chest)
(JOHN shoves CHARLES’ arm away from him,
his face unresponsive.)
You know, I trusted you. You said you would help, and that you’d do everything you could to protect him. I should have seen it then. You had no intention to help, did you?
(CHARLES steps into JOHN’s space, angrily.
A woman runs in from stage right then,
wearing an expensive black velvet coat.)
Charles! Charles, I’ve been looking all over for you!
(MARY freezes a few steps away,
seeing JOHN, and noticing the tension.
She looks between JOHN and CHARLES
for a few seconds before CHARLES speaks.)
Well… They’re about to start questioning. They’d probably want us at the station for it. If you need to... stay here, I’m sure they can understand.
(JOHN gives stares blankly at CHARLES
a final time, before walking slowly, around
MARY and exiting stage right, hands in
his pockets. Both watch him exit,
MARY confused, and CHARLES crosses
That was John, wasn’t-
Let’s just go.
(CHARLES and MARY quickly exit stage left)
(A police station, two desks
lining the side walls, three are
occupied, and one larger desk
center-up stage, SHERIFF STONE,
a middle aged and overconfident
sheriff is standing in front of
his desk and leaning against it.
CHARLES and MARY run in from
Evening, Sheriff Stone.
(SHERIFF STONE straightens up
when he hears her voice.)
Hello, Mary. Thanks for coming.
(Mary nods, shaking SHERIFF
STONE’s outstretched hand.
SHERIFF STONE looks to CHARLES.)
Charles. I’m so sorry we have to meet under these circumstances. However, I can promise you that our whole station is completely focused on finding the guilty party in Samuel’s death.
(CHARLES freezes at the name.)
Charles? Are you alright? What-
(CHARLES shakes himself when
MARY places a hand on his shoulder.)
Sorry. I just haven’t heard his name since… the police came with the news.
Right. I’m sorry it’s moved so quickly.
So… What we called you here for. We have gotten a few tips from some anonymous and named accounts. We have our whole force working on processing these into fallacy and fact. I just wanted to give you both an update. We will begin questioning on a potential suspect, and if that leads anywhere, I’ll let you know as soon as possible.
(SHERIFF STONE looks at MARY,
who smiles gratefully.)
Thank you for all your work here, Sheriff Stone. It means a lot to us.
(SHERIFF STONE nods his head.
CHARLES and MARY begin to leave.)
One last thing, you two.
(CHARLES and MARY both stop.)
There’s a small event going on at the square. I think it would be good for you two to get out. Distract your minds, as much as you can.
Thank you, Sheriff. I will definitely consider it.
(MARY leaves, but CHARLES
is held back by SHERIFF STONE.)
Listen, Charles. It will be good for you to go, alright? And I have something I need to ask of you.
(There is a short pause.)
I know you have ties to John Morris.
(CHARLES tenses slightly,
and nods tightly.)
If you see him at all, please let him know that we need him at the station. Some of our sources place him at the scene, and he’s a potential suspect. We’ve tried contacting him… but there hasn’t been a response or successful attempt.
(CHARLES nods, and exits stage
left, where MARY did. Once he
leaves, SHERIFF STONE leans against
his desk once again.)
(A party, with woman in sleek dresses
of velvet or silk, men in black suits.
Elaborate and drapery runs along the
back wall, high up to make a grand
ceiling. Everyone is socializing, and the
Room is loud with conversation. MARY
and CHARLES enter from an open
archway on stage left. CHARLES
wears a nice white shirt under his
jacket, MARY wears a silk dress
under her coat.)
Alright, Charles. Whenever you want to leave here, you let me know okay? And if you’d be more comfortable, you can leave and I can get a taxi when I go.
(CHARLES nods as a woman waves to
MARY from a table on stage right.)
Elise! I haven’t seen you in ages!
(MARY hurries over to speak with
her. A man comes up to CHARLES once
he is alone.)
Hello. You’re Charles Nalem, aren’t you?
(CHARLES nods, forcing a smile.)
I hear the case for that victim is coming along well. How are you doing?
As good as one can do when their closest friend is killed.
(The man stills, there is silence.
CHARLES crosses his arms.)
Well… I did hear that a man… John Morris, I believe, is very likely responsible. I’ve heard the police are going to convict. Isn’t that great news?
(looking off into space)
You must feel more relieved that everyone else though, huh? You were close with the victim, right? Wasn’t his name... Samuel Turner?
Oh, right. Well, sorry for your loss.
(CHARLES doesn’t respond, there is silence.
MAN stands awkwardly for a second, before
walking to the table MARY is
standing at, starting to talk with
MARY. CHARLES takes a breath,
walking to center stage, sitting
on the large couch there. There is a
woman on the other side holding a
newspaper, speaking to a man
sitting next to her.)
‘The most elaborate crime of the 1930’s’? Please.
(The man next to her nods.)
Exactly. How elaborate is police ignorance?
Indeed. Everyone seems to be in agreement; that Morris fellow can’t possibly be innocent.
(CHARLES looks down.)
It’s only a matter of time. The police will convict sooner or later.
I sure hope so. Did you hear that a friend of the victim knew Morris well? How horrible to be betrayed like that.
Isn’t that the victim’s friend? Over there?
(The two look at CHARLES, who
jumps up from the couch, quickly
exiting stage left. MARY
watches him leave, concerned.)
Was that Charles? Is he alright?
I’m not sure he can be alright anymore. This whole situation... especially with someone he was close to being a suspect, it’s been so hard for him.
(ELISE puts a hand on MARY’s shoulder)
I hope things get easier for him. Maybe if Morris is convicted, it will help him recover.
(MARY looks down.)
(A police interrogation room. The
stage is split down the middle
by a false wall, the stage left
side has a single table with two
chairs on either side. John is sat
farthest from the divide, an officer
closest to it, sitting across from JOHN.
The officer has a paper in front of
him. On the other side of the wall,
CHARLES is standing downstage and
SHERIFF STONE is sitting on a chair.)
Mr. Morris. How are you feeling?
(JOHN crosses his arm, and leans
back in his chair, not responding.)
Anything you would like? More coffee?
Great. Now, Mr. Morris, I am under the impression that you had spoken to Samuel Turner on the day of the murder. Last Thursday at 1:30 P.M. at Han Diner. Is that correct?
And what was the reason for your meeting there?
We were hungry, wanted a bite.
(JOHN doesn’t respond.)
Were you aware of any danger that the victim may have been in at the time of your meeting.
(JOHN stares at the table.
The officer jots something
on the paper in front of him.)
We have records of the victim having a few… extensive debts. Were you aware of this?
He worked two jobs, the best ones he could get. Pay wasn’t ever enough. I helped him out if he needed it.
You helped him?
Yes. Help. I gave him money if he needed some.
Thank you. And this money, how often did you supply Mr. Turner with funds?
As I said, when he needed it.
Would you say that, because you were so helpful in your monetary assistance, that Mr. Turner owed you?
I never asked for him to return the money.
But surely, taking money from your own earnings, giving it to someone else, would result in some sort of repayment.
He was my friend.
(The officer leans closer to
JOHN. CHARLES tenses from the
other side of the wall.)
So, if he was your friend, you never would have killed him, right?
If you two were so close, you would have helped if he was in danger, right? Of course, any friend would do that.
What’s this guy’s problem?
(SHERIFF STONE doesn’t acknowledge CHARLES)
If you didn’t kill him, did you get someone to do it for you?
(JOHN stays silent.)
Hiring someone to kill-
He was my friend.
If he was your ‘friend,’ then why isn’t he still alive right now?
(CHARLES storms towards the door that
leads into the interrogation room, but
SHERIFF STONE throws an arm out
to stop him. CHARLES huffs angrily.)
If you cared so much, couldn’t you have done more?
(JOHN slouches in his chair.
Well, Mr. Morris, thank you so much for your time. You can go home. The station will be in contact.
(The officer stands up, walks to the
door on the back wall, holding it open
for JOHN and follows him out, closing
the door behind them.)
I’m sure it seemed harsh, but this gives us a lead. If we see where this takes us, perhaps we will be able to find out who was responsible.
He lost his friend. Using that as leverage is an awful thing to do.
Well, if he did kill Samuel Turner, that’s a pretty awful thing too, isn’t it?
(CHARLES looks down, not responding.)
We will contact you with any new information.
(SHERIFF STONE exits the room,
Leaving CHARLES alone.
The lights dim.)
(A press conference. A raised
platform stage left, a podium in
the middle with multiple microphones on
The top. SHERIFF STONE is behind the
podium, and the few seats to the
side of the podium are taken by
an officer and another by JOHN.
CHARLES sits in the audience.)
Thank you all for being here for new announcements involving the murder of Samuel Turner. New developments have placed this man, John Morris, as our most likely suspect.
(The crowd murmurs. CHARLES
shakes his head.)
Thanks to the hard work and focus of our station here, we have come to this conclusion, but will assemble a coherent report to move further. We will do all we can to bring justice to Samuel Turner.
(The crowd claps, apart from CHARLES.
SHERIFF STONE tilts his hat, walking
off the platform. The officer escorts
JOHN off as well, with his hands
handcuffed behind his back.
Reporters surround him.)
John! John! What is your reaction to being a main suspect in this murder?
John! Did you really murder Samuel Turner?
(Questions grow unintelligible
because so many reporters begin
asking questions at once.
CHARLES pushes through the crowd)
How could you kill someone so close to you?
(CHARLES looks down, processing. He looks
up a moment later, his mouth ajar. He puts
a hand on JOHN’s shoulder, pushing
through more reporters. The noise of
the crowd fades, only CHARLES’s
voice is heard.)
You didn’t do it.
(JOHN stops, but says nothing, and
doesn’t meet CHARLES’s eyes)
Of course. Of course. You were closer to him than... anyone. Weren’t you?
(CHARLES shakes his head in
amazement, then his expression
turns more serious.)
You know who did it.
(JOHN appears to flinch at the
words, quickly turning, with the officer
behind him, exiting the crowd - whose chatter
fades back to full volume once again.)
(At the station, in an interrogation
room, identical to the one JOHN was
questioned in. It’s in the down stage left
fourth of the stage, leaving the rest of
the stage open. SHERIFF STONE and
JOHN are on the same side of the table,
a case file in front of them.
OFFICER MILANY enters from the door
behind them, case file in his hand.)
Here’s the other file…
(OFFICER MILANY winces.)
Good luck with this one. It’s a tough case, for sure.
(SHERIFF STONE nods, and
OFFICER MILANY leaves the room.
Silence. SHERIFF STONE opens a file.)
This is the first account, it’s vague, but possible.
(Back wall and stage right wall are pulled back,
revealing the front of a bar.)
Here’s the other account, someone claiming to have witnessed.
(SAMUEL enters from stage right, up
Stage, slowly strolling across the
stage, towards the bar. CHARLES
straightens up when he comes on stage.
JOHN enters from behind SAMUEL. He’s
slouched over, looking menacing. SAMUEL
stops in front of the bar entrance, frozen.
He realized someone was following him.
JOHN stops too. SAMUEL turns around,
inhaling sharply in surprise.)
Why are you here?
(JOHN glares viciously)
Don’t lie to yourself. You kept the boss waiting. He said this was your last chance. You didn’t listen.
(JOHN pulls a gun out of his jacket.)
I told him. I said it would happen soon.
(raising the gun)
Well, to him, soon isn’t good enough.
(At the table, CHARLES looks
away from the scene)
(JOHN drags the body, exiting stage right.
The walls come back to frame the room once
again. CHARLES stares at the table. There
is silence, apart from SHERIFF STONE
shuffling papers, and opening the next file.)
Now, this file, although potentially false, is the most compelling, and honestly, is most likely to satisfy every party. The public hates John, Charles. You know they do. Think of all the good it would do to convict him.
(CHARLES shakes his head, not wanting to agree.)
I’m sure you two were close, but I can’t allow a potentially guilty man to leave these walls. The public won’t have it.
And I will not have a potentially innocent man be wrongly convicted of murder. I appreciate your time, but I will not testify against him. You should really look into valuable sources. I doubt the first account was very far off. Before I head out, I want to ask one other question.
Alright, Charles. What is it?
(CHARLES takes a deep breath,
his hand clenching into a fist.)
Did this account come in after John was publicly named as a suspect?
(SHERIFF STONE is shocked at
the question, looking down at the date,
silent for a moment.)
Yes. Actually, the day after. I don’t know how processing could have missed it...
(CHARLES shrugs mockingly, and tilts
his hat to SHERIFF STONE, exiting the room
through the door behind the table. Once
CHARLES exits, SHERIFF STONE puts
his head in his hands.)
(A small apartment, a couch in
the middle of the room, and a
dining table stage left. JOHN sits
on the couch, his eyes closed.
There are three knocks on the door,
and JOHN bolts up out of the couch,
slowly walking towards the door.
He opens it. It’s CHARLES. JOHN
Charles. What are you doing here?
(CHARLES takes a deep breath.)
Listen, John. At the press conference… When I came up to you… I realized that you never could have done something so… horrible. You shouldn’t even be a suspect.
(JOHN looks down.)
You’re right, Charles. I didn’t kill him.
(CHARLES sighs, relieved, and nods.
JOHN steps aside, and CHARLES enters
The apartment. Both make their way to
the dining table, sitting down.)
(Nobody talks for a few seconds.)
You know who did it, John.
***He basically shuts down whenever his emotions are too much, that’s why he was so quiet at the first scene etc****
Just give me the name, John. It can stop all of this.
(JOHN looks down, shaking his head.)
John. They are going to convict. There’s no way to stop them, unless you tell me the name. You didn’t murder Sammy. I know you didn’t. So, please, just tell me, and we can prove you’re innocent. Sammy would have wanted that for you. You know he would have. I’m sure he knew you did all you could to protect him. Are you protecting the murderer?
I could have done more.
(CHARLES shakes his head.)
And what? Gotten yourself killed in the process? Imagine how much that would have killed Sammy. Listen, whoever did it would have done it anyway. There’s no way we can say that you could have made a difference. Please, John. Tell me.
(There is silence. CHARLES
hangs his head after a few seconds,
gets out of his chair to leave.)
It was an officer at the station. Edward Milany. He runs with a gang, Sam owed his boss money.
(CHARLES sits back down.)
But listen, Charles. There’s no way he’ll go down, trust me. I know what that man can do. The leader has ties… We don’t have a chance.
(JOHN quickly looks down)
He’s ruined lives... He killed Sammy. He’d pull up everything I’ve ever been involved with, and trust me, he’d make up more than enough to put me away. There’s nothing we can do. Just let it be.
(CHARLES looks fiercely at JOHN, getting
to his feet, and putting on his hat.)
We’ll do everything we can. I know you’re innocent, John.
(JOHN smiles, sadly, standing up with
(CHARLES nods in a goodbye, and JOHN
only smiles back. CHARLES leaves,
and JOHN sits on the couch again,
Puts his head in his hands.
A slow, sad song begins to play.)
(CHARLES and MARY are standing
in the middle of the station.
They looks around, all the desks
are empty. The lights are dim.)
How strange. The officer said the Sheriff would be here.
(CHARLES continues to look around.)
I’ll check some questioning rooms, and see if he- or anyone- is in.
(CHARLES nods, and MARY exits the room.
CHARLES leans against a desk.
At that moment, OFFICER MILANY enters
from a different door.)
Charles! How are you doing? What are you doing here?
Um… An officer called us here, said that he had news.
(OFFICER MILANY tilts, almost mocking.)
What a shame. Station’s empty now, you ought to just come back tomorrow.
(CHARLES doesn’t respond, just
Staring at OFFICER MILANY, who,
after a beat, laughs.)
Honestly, Charles. How stupid do you think I am?
(CHARLES stares at OFFICER MILANY, confused.
OFFICER MILANY begins to glare.)
I know John told you.
(CHARLES stills. OFFICER
MILANY shakes his head.)
Yes. I know, shocking. But listen, Charles.
(OFFICER MILANY steps close to CHARLES.)
I have a case made already. When it’s out, everything will fall apart for John Morris. You’re better off just getting out, forgetting all about this case, about John. If you get in my way, don’t think I would be unable to throw you under as well.
(CHARLES glares at OFFICER MILANY.)
How could you do this?
(OFFICER MILANY rolls his eyes.)
Oh, please. Just because I’m an officer doesn't mean I am one to actually follow the law.
(There is a tense silence.)
Go home, Charles. Stay there.
(MARY enters the room.)
Nobody is here-
(OFFICER MILANY smiles at MARY.)
Hello, Ms. Dretter. My apologies. Turns out the office let out early, so I’m afraid you’ll have to come tomorrow.
(MARY smiles, nodding.)
That’s quite alright. We will be leaving now.
(As MARY and CHARLES walk towards the
door, CHARLES and OFFICER MILANY
hold a glare.)
(OFFICER MILANY leaves through
the other door.)
(JOHN’s apartment’s door. A false
wall spreading across the stage,
three doors on it. CHARLES enters
from stage left, walking up to the
middle door, room 153. He knocks
It’s me, John. Come on, we need to talk. Something happened yesterday, I’ve got to tell you.
(There is no response.)
John! It’s Charles.
(No response. CHARLES knocks
three more times, then waits.
(CHARLES runs, exiting stage left.)
(At the station, the room
with the desks, three of which
are occupied, and SHERIFF STONE
sits at his. CHARLES runs in
from the open door, fuming.
SHERIFF STONE sees him enter,
Standing up from his desk.)
Charles, we have some news.
(CHARLES breathes deeply, and
John’s been convicted. We’ve gotten a case, full of records and accounts, all put John at the scene, and everyone condemns him more than the last. I’m so sorry, Charles, but it looks like John’s going to be executed.
(CHARLES jaw drops.)
(SHERIFF STONE sighs, looking down.)
Yes, Charles. Some of the evidence… it went beyond one murder. There’s no other options. There was already a ruling. We can’t go back now.
(CHARLES is staring at the
ground, in shock.)
I’m sorry, Charles. It’s over. Don’t you want justice for Samuel?
(CHARLES sighs, looking to the ground.
CHARLES leaves, the other three officers
(A single table center stage,
a telephone on top of it.
CHARLES is speaking in a quiet
voice. SHERIFF STONE enters
from stage right, not noticed
Exactly… They can’t touch you if they don’t know who you are… I know… I’m sure it will all work out… Yes, see you then.
(CHARLES hangs up the phone,
Charles? Everything alright?
Oh! Sheriff Stone.
Who were you on the phone with?
Oh. Just an old friend. We’re going to meet up today. I haven’t spoken with them in years.
Ah. If I have you here, I want to let you know that we are going to have a press conference in four days revolving around the execution and the conviction. I thought you would want to know.
How long does he have?
(SHERIFF STONE sighs.)
I’m sure they won’t want to extend anything. I’d say probably a week.
(CHARLES rubs his eyes.)
I hope to see you at the press conference.
(CHARLES doesn’t respond, exiting stage left.
SHERIFF STONE watches him leave, before
exiting stage right.
(The inside of a simple
diner, with booths framing
The interior. MARY and CHARLES
are sitting at a table in the
middle of the diner, across from
each other. A man in a dark coat
Watches from a table next to them,
a menue held up as a cover.)
That’s horrible news, Charles.
(CHARLES rests his head on a hand,
Do you think John knows? How awful that must be for him, knowing that he is to be killed.
I feel awful. Maybe if I’d done more to push his innocence-
No. That station is filled with ignorance, they wouldn’t have ever believed you, no matter how compelling your evidence.
You’re right. I just wish that I could help him.
Me too. It’s awful that there’s nothing more for us to do.
(CHARLES and MARY share a look
for a few seconds, not much
emotion on their faces.)
Truly. I hope he finds peace before it happens.
(MARY nods.CHARLES and MARY both rise, MARY
leaving a tip on the table. Both exit, sharing a nod.
A few seconds after they leave, OFFICER
MILANY enters, sitting across from
The man in the dark coat.)
Did you overhear anything?
Nothing of value. They’ve given up hope. They know they can’t do anything to stop the execution.
(OFFICER MILANY smiles darkly.)
About time. Finally, John will be gone, the boss will reward me.
Why, yes. Reward me. You may have assembled the case, but I was the one, after all, who allowed the case through questioning in the first place. Who do you think was the first to put in a tip about John being the murderer? Who do you think threatened
(The man shakes his head, outraged.)
I thought you had more of a reason to kill this man. I guess it has always been for power.
(OFFICER MILANY shrugs, grinning)
I suppose it has been.
(The man storms out of the diner.
(At the police station, SHERIFF
STONE and two other officers are
Sitting at their desks.)
At least the case is finally over. That information came in at the perfect time.
(SHERIFF STONE looks down at his desk.)
I know. It really was the break we needed. Now we can rest easy knowing that man will be off the streets.
Anyway, have you heard any updates about the-
(Suddenly, an alarm starts blaring,
Lights start flashing red. All three
jump, before the two officers get up
And run towards the door.
SHERIFF STONE sits still for a few
Seconds, before getting up,
walking out of the room.
The red lights and alarm continue
for a few seconds, then a shout is
heard from off stage.
(The lights and alarms continue, then
get quieter as the lights dim.)
(At a press conference. The raised
platform on stage left, chairs
Set up on stage right, where the crowd
Sits. The chairs to the side of the
Podium are occupied by officers, one of
Them being OFFICER MILANY. SHERIFF STONE
stands at the podium, his hair not as
neat as it usually had been. The crowd
is chattering, but quiets as SHERIFF
Thank you for coming everyone… As you have likely heard, John Morris escaped his prison cell four days ago, and the alarms were triggered too late for us to realize.
(The crowd murmurs once again.)
Are we safe?
CROWD MEMBER #2
How are you going to find him?
We are doing all in our power to locate John Morris, and return him to-
CROWD MEMBER #3
Who’s to say he won’t escape again?
(The crowd murmurs louder at the question.
SHERIFF STONE runs a hand over his hair.)
We are currently evaluating how an escape was possible, and have no records of anyone coming into contact with him before the escape. We will put our remaining forces into finding out.
(The crowd’s chatter grows louder.
In the noise, A woman stands. The
crowd instantly silences. Her face is
hidden, she keeps her head down.)
Sheriff Stone, there are a few questions I would like to ask you.
(SHERIFF STONE nods.)
How would you respond to any allegations against one of your own officers being the true murderer, rather than John Morris?
(SHERIFF STONE shakes his head,
The evidence against John Morris was beyond damning, Miss.
If someone had proof of fabrication and fallacy in that evidence, what would be your response?
(SHERIFF STONE opens his mouth to
respond, getting cut off)
Sheriff Stone, how would you respond to allegations against your own officer Milany being responsible for the murder, and for the contrived evidence?
(OFFICER MILANY stiffens in his chair.
SHERIFF STONE looks at him.)
Listen, Ma’am. I strongly believe that there is no way that an officer here would ever-
And how, Sheriff Stone, would you respond if one would somehow come across some… how do you say, condemning evidence?
(SHERIFF STONE pauses, looking at
OFFICER MILANY once again.)
Ma’am, I don’t there could be any possibility of-
(The woman holds up a file,
filled with several papers.)
I would beg to differ.
(The crowd begins to murmur once again.
SHERIFF STONE takes a deep breath,
Looking again to OFFICER MILANY
who looks tense.)
Officer Milany will be taken in for questioning, and we will-
(Another man in the crowd stands,
it is the man that met with OFFICER MILANY
in the diner.)
I also have proof of officer Milany and his contrived case, as well as his hand in the murder of Samuel Turner.
(Suddenly, OFFICER MILANY jumps out of
his seat, running through the crowd, and
off stage right. The other three officers
run after him. The crowd gasps, watching where
they had ran. A shout sounds from off stage,
Then a loud bang of a body hitting the ground.
An officer walks on stage from stage right,
A handcuffed OFFICER MILANY in front of him.
The other two officers are on either side.)
You’ll never keep me. I’ll get out.
I’d like to see you try, Milany.
(OFFICER MILANY lunges towards
the woman, only to be yanked back by
the officer. OFFICER MILANY
Is led off stage left.)
Well, this new development will certainly change the focus of our station.
(The crowd is loud again with
shouted questions. The woman walks towards
stage right, to exit, but is
stopped by the man that had
Met OFFICER MILANY at the diner.
The noise of the crowd fades.)
Thank you, Mary.
(The woman freezes a moment, before smiling,
showing her face.)
Of course. Thank you for giving him that push.
(The man laughs darkly.)
He’s a coward. I knew he’d try to run.
Thank you again, I should go.
Of course. Tell John I said congratulations.
(MARY smiles, nodding as the man
turns, exiting stage left. MARY walks of
(A graveyard, a headstone in
middle of the stage, reading
SAMUEL TURNER. JOHN is knelt in
front of it. A sad song plays.
CHARLES slowly enters from stage left.
Approaches JOHN, placing a hand on
his shoulder. The music continues.)
John, we were looking for you.
Sorry. I just wanted to visit.
(CHARLES smiles sadly.)
You miss him.
(CHARLES is silent for a few seconds.)
Come on. We can meet Mary at the diner.
(JOHN stands, and CHARLES puts an
arm around his shoulder.
The sad song slowly shifts into
a happier, more beautiful ballad.)