Scene: Same scene as at the opening of Acts I and II. Court session ready to open.NANCY LEE, WHITFIELD, and JUNGQUIST occupy the spectators' seats. KAREN sits at the defense table, her head bowed, her arms hanging limply. Her clothes are black. She is calm -- a dead, indifferent calm. When she moves and speaks, her manner is still composed; but it is a broken person that faces us now. The BAILIFF raps.
BAILIFF: Court attention!
[JUDGE HEATH enters. EVERYONE rises]
Superior Court Number Eleven of the State of New York. The Honorable Judge William Heath presiding.
[JUDGE HEATH sits down. BAILIFF raps and EVERYONE resumes his seat]
JUDGE HEATH: The people of the State of New York versus Karen Andre.
STEVENS: Ready, your Honor.
FLINT: If your Honor please, I want to report that I have issued a warrant for Regan's arrest, as he is obviously an accomplice in this murder. But he has disappeared. He was last seen with the defense counsel and I would like to --
REGAN: [Entering] Keep your shirt on!
[He walks toward FLINT calmly]
Who's disappeared? What do you suppose I appeared for, just to give you guys a thrill? You don't have to issue any warrants. I'll stay here. If she's guilty, I'm guilty. [He sits down at the defense table]
JUDGE HEATH: The defense may proceed.
STEVENS: Karen Andre.
[KAREN walks to the witness stand. Her grace and poise are gone; she moves with effort]
Miss Andre, when you took the stand yesterday, did you know the whole truth about this case?
KAREN: [Faintly] No.
STEVENS: Do you wish to retract any of your testimony?
KAREN: No.
STEVENS: When you first took the stand, did you intend to shield anyone?
KAREN: Yes.
STEVENS: Whom?
KAREN: Bjorn Faulkner.
STEVENS: Do you still find it necessary to shield him?
KAREN: [Speaking with great effort] No . . . it's not necessary . . . any more.
STEVENS: Do you still claim that Bjorn Faulkner committed suicide?
KAREN: No.
[Forcefully]
Bjorn Faulkner did not commit suicide. He was murdered. I did not kill him. Please, believe me. Not for my sake -- I don't care what you do to me now -- but because you cannot let his murder remain unpunished! I'll tell you the whole truth. I've lied at the inquest. I've lied to my own attorney. I was going to lie here -- but everything I told you so far has been true. I'll tell you the rest.
STEVENS: You had started telling us about Mr. Faulkner's way out of his difficulties, Miss Andre.
KAREN: I told you that he was going to leave the world. But he was not to kill himself. I did throw a man's body off the penthouse. But that body was dead before I threw it. It was not Bjorn Faulkner.
STEVENS: Please explain this to us, Miss Andre.
KAREN: Bjorn wanted to be officially dead. No searches or investigations were to bother him. He was to disappear. That suicide was staged. He had had the plan in mind for a long time. He had kept ten million dollars of the Whitfield forgery for this. We needed someone to help us. Someone who could not be connected with Bjorn in any way. There was only one such person: Regan.
STEVENS: What made you believe that Mr. Regan would be willing to help in so dangerous an undertaking?
KAREN: He loved me.
STEVENS: And he agreed to help you in spite of that?
KAREN: He agreed because of that.
STEVENS: What was the plan, Miss Andre?
KAREN: Regan was to get a corpse. But he wasn't to kill anyone for the purpose. We waited. On the night of January sixteenth, "Lefty" O'Toole, a gunman, was killed by rival gangsters. His murderers have since been arrested and have confessed, so you can be sure that Regan had nothing to do with the murder. But you may remember reading in the papers that O'Toole's body disappeared mysteriously from his mother's house. That was Regan's work. O'Toole's height, measurements and hair were the same as Bjorn's. He was the man I threw off the penthouse.
STEVENS: Was that the extent of Mr. Regan's help?
KAREN: No. He was to get an airplane and take Bjorn to South America. Bjorn had never learned to operate a plane. Regan used to be a -- transport pilot . . . That day, January sixteenth, Bjorn transferred the ten million dollars to three banks in Buenos Aires, in the name of Ragnar Hedin. A month later, I was to meet him at the Hotel Continental in Buenos Aires. Until then -- the three of us were not to communicate with each other. No matter what happened, we were not to reveal the secret.
STEVENS: Tell us what happened on January sixteenth, Miss Andre.
KAREN: Bjorn came to my house, that night. I'll never forget his smile when he stepped out of the elevator: he loved danger. We had dinner together. At nine thirty we went to Regan's. He had O'Toole's body dressed in traveling clothes. We drove back to my house. Bjorn wanted to be seen entering the building. So I didn't use my key. I rang the door bell. We were dressed formally, to make it look like a gay party. Bjorn and Regan supported the body as if he were a drunken friend. The night watchman opened the door. Then we went up in the elevator.
STEVENS: And then what happened?
KAREN: Bjorn exchanged clothes with the corpse. He wrote the letter. Then they carried the body out and left it leaning against the parapet. Then . . . then, we said goodbye.
[KAREN's voice is not trembling; she is not playing for sympathy; only the slightest effort in her words betrays the pain of these memories]
Bjorn was to go first. He went down in the elevator. I stood and watched the needle of the indicator moving down, fifty floors down. Then it stopped. He was gone.
STEVENS: And then?
KAREN: Regan followed him a few minutes later. They were to meet ten miles out of the city where Regan had left his plane. I stayed alone for an hour. The penthouse was so silent. I didn't want to wait out in the garden -- with the corpse . . . the dead man that was supposed to be Bjorn. I lay on the bed in my bedroom. I took Bjorn's robe and buried my face in it. I could almost feel the warmth of his body. There was a clock by the bed and it ticked in the darkness. I waited. When an hour passed, I knew that the plane had taken off. I got up. I tore my dress -- to make it look like a struggle. Then, I went to the garden -- to the parapet. I looked down; there were so many lights . . . the world seemed so small, so far away . . . Then, I threw the body over. I watched it fall. I thought all of Bjorn's troubles went with it . . . I didn't know that . . . his life went, too.
STEVENS: That is all, Miss Andre.
FLINT: I must confess, Miss Andre, that there is not much left for me to do: you've done all my work yourself . . . Now, tell us, didn't Mr. Faulkner have a clear conception of the difference between right and wrong?
KAREN: Bjorn never thought of things as right or wrong. To him, it was only: you can or you can't. He always could.
FLINT: And yourself? Didn't you object to helping him in all those crimes?
KAREN: To me, it was only: he wants or he doesn't.
FLINT: You said that Bjorn Faulkner loved you?
KAREN: Yes.
FLINT: Did he ever ask you to marry him?
KAREN: No. What for?
FLINT: Don't you know that there are laws made for situations such as these?
KAREN: Laws made by whom, Mr. Flint? And for whom?
FLINT: Miss Andre, did your attorney warn you that anything you say here may be held against you?
KAREN: I am here to tell the truth.
FLINT: You loved Bjorn Faulkner?
KAREN: Yes.
FLINT: Such as he was?
KAREN: Because he was such as he was.
FLINT: Exactly, Miss Andre. Now what would you do if a woman were to take away from you the man you worshipped so insanely? If she appealed to his soul, not to his animal desires as you seem to have done so successfully? If she changed the ruthless scoundrel you loved into her own ideal of an upright man? Would you still love him?
STEVENS: Your Honor! We object!
JUDGE HEATH: Objection sustained.
KAREN: But I want to answer. I want the District Attorney to know that he is insulting Bjorn Faulkner's memory.
FLINT: You do? But you thought nothing of insulting him while he lived, by an affair with a gangster?
REGAN: [Jumping up] You damn --
KAREN: [Calmly] Don't, Larry.
[REGAN sits down reluctantly]
You're mistaken, Mr. Flint. Regan loved me. I didn't love him.
FLINT: And he didn't demand the usual . . . price, for his help?
KAREN: He demanded nothing.
FLINT: You were the only one who knew all the details of Faulkner's criminal activities?
KAREN: Yes.
FLINT: You had enough information to send him to jail at any time?
KAREN: I'd never do that!
FLINT: But you could, if you'd wanted to?
KAREN: I suppose so.
FLINT: Well, Miss Andre, isn't that the explanation of Faulkner's visits to you after his marriage? He had reformed, he wanted to avoid a crash. But you held it over his head. You could ruin his plans and expose him before he had made good for his crimes. Wasn't it fear, not love, that held him in your hands?
KAREN: Bjorn never knew the meaning of the word fear.
FLINT: Miss Andre, who knew about that transfer of ten million dollars to Buenos Aires?
KAREN: Only Bjorn, myself and Regan.
FLINT: Regan! Now, Faulkner could have had perfectly legitimate business reasons for that transfer?
KAREN: I don't know of any.
FLINT: You mean, you won't tell of any. Now, Miss Andre, Bjorn Faulkner kept you in extravagant luxury for ten years. You enjoyed platinum gowns and other little things like that. You hated to change your mode of living. You hated to see him turn his fortune over to his investors -- to see him poor -- didn't you?
KAREN: I was never to see him poor.
FLINT: No! Of course not! Because you and your gangster lover were going to murder him and get the ten million no one knew about!
STEVENS: Your Honor! We object!
JUDGE HEATH: Sustained.
FLINT: You've heard it testified that Faulkner had no reason to commit suicide. He had no more reason to escape from the first happiness he'd ever known. And you hated him for that happiness! Didn't you?
KAREN: You don't understand Bjorn Faulkner.
FLINT: Maybe I don't. But let's see if I understand you correctly. You were raped by a man the first day you saw him. You lived with him for ten years in a brazenly illicit relationship. You defrauded thousands of investors the world over. You cultivated a friendship with a notorious gangster. You helped in a twenty-five million dollar forgery. You told us all this proudly, flaunting your defiance of all decency. And you don't expect us to believe you capable of murder?
KAREN: [Very calmly] You're wrong, Mr. Flint. I am capable of murder --for Bjorn Faulkner's sake.
FLINT: That is all, Miss Andre.
[KAREN back to her seat at the defense table, calmly, indifferently]
STEVENS: Lawrence Regan!
CLERK: Lawrence Regan!
[REGAN takes the stand]
You solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?
REGAN: I do.
STEVENS: What is your name?
REGAN: Lawrence Regan.
STEVENS: [A little hesitantly] What is your occupation?
REGAN: [Calmly, with a faint trace of irony] Unemployed.
STEVENS: How long have you known Karen Andre?
REGAN: Five months.
STEVENS: Where did you meet her?
REGAN: In Faulkner's office. I went there to . . . to do some business with him. I gave up the business, because I met his secretary.
STEVENS: How did you happen to become friendly with Miss Andre?
REGAN: Well, that first meeting wasn't exactly friendly. She wouldn't let me in to see Faulkner. She said I had enough money to buy orchids by the pound -- and I had no business with her boss. I said I'd think it over -- and went. I thought it over. Only, I didn't think of the business. I thought of her. The next day I sent her a pound of orchids. Ever see how many that makes? That's how it started.
STEVENS: Did you know of Miss Andre's relations with Mr. Faulkner?
REGAN: I knew it before I ever saw her. What of it? I knew it was hopeless. But I couldn't help it.
STEVENS: You never expected Miss Andre to share your feeling?
REGAN: No.
STEVENS: You never made any attempt to force it upon her?
REGAN: Do you have to know all that?
STEVENS: I'm afraid we do.
REGAN: I kissed her -- once. By force. It was the night of Faulkner's wedding. She was alone. She was so unhappy. And I was so crazy about her. She told me it was no use. I never wanted her to know. But she knew. We never mentioned it since.
STEVENS: When did Miss Andre first tell you of Faulkner's planned escape?
REGAN: About two weeks before we pulled it.
STEVENS: Was "Lefty" O'Toole one of your men?
REGAN: No.
STEVENS: Were you connected with his murderers in any way?
REGAN: No.
STEVENS: [With a little hesitation] You actually had no definite knowledge of his planned murder?
REGAN: [With the same joint irony] No. I just had a way of guessing.
STEVENS: What happened on the night of January sixteenth?
REGAN: It all worked as Miss Andre has told you. But she knows only half the story. I know the rest.
STEVENS: Tell us what happened after you left the penthouse.
REGAN: I left ten minutes after Faulkner. He had taken my car. I had one of my men leave another car for me at the door. I stepped on it -- full speed.
STEVENS: Where did you go?
REGAN: To Meadow Lane. Ten miles out, in Kings County. I had left my plane there earlier in the evening. Faulkner was to get there first and wait for me.
STEVENS: What time did you get there?
REGAN: About midnight. There was a bright moon. I turned off the road and I could see tire tracks in the mud -- where Faulkner's car had passed. I drove out into the lane. Then, I thought I'd lost my mind: the plane was gone.
STEVENS: What did you do?
REGAN: I searched around that lane for two hours. Faulkner's car was there -- where we had agreed to hide it. It was empty, lights turned off, the key in the switch. I saw tracks on the ground -- where the plane had taken off. But Faulkner couldn't fly it himself.
STEVENS: Did you search for any clues to this mystery?
REGAN: I searched like a bloodhound.
STEVENS: Did you find anything?
REGAN: I did. One thing. A car.
STEVENS: What kind of a car?
REGAN: It was hidden deep in the bushes on the other side of the lane. It was a big black sedan.
STEVENS: What did you do?
REGAN: I wanted to know whose car it was, so I smashed a window, crawled to the back seat and settled down to wait.
STEVENS: How long did you have to wait?
REGAN: The rest of that night.
STEVENS: And then?
REGAN: Then, the owner came back. I saw him coming. His face looked queer. He had no hat. His clothes were wrinkled and grease-spotted.
STEVENS: What did you do?
REGAN: I pretended to be asleep in the back seat. I watched him. He approached; opened the door. Then, he saw me. He gave a start and a yell as if he'd been struck in the heart. His nerves must have been jittery.
STEVENS: Then, what did you do?
REGAN: I awakened with a start, stretched, rubbed my eyes, and said: "Oh, it's you? Fancy, such a meeting!" I don't think he liked it. He asked: "Who are you? What are you doing here?" I said: "My name's Guts Regan -- you may have heard it. I was in a little trouble and had to hide for a while. And finding this car here was quite a convenience." He said: "That's too bad, but I'll have to ask you to get out. I'm in a hurry."
STEVENS: Did you get out?
REGAN: No. I stretched and asked: "What's the hurry?" He said: "None of your business." I smiled and explained: "It's not for me. You see, it happens that a certain columnist is a friend of mine. He'll appreciate the story about a gentleman of your prominence found wandering in the wilderness at milkman time. But I'm sure he would like to have the whole story."
STEVENS: What did the man say?
REGAN: He said nothing. He took out a check book and looked at me. I shrugged and looked at him. Then, he said: "Would five thousand dollars be a suitable token of appreciation to keep your mouth shut?" I said: "It'll do. Lawrence Regan's the name." He wrote out the check. Here it is.
[REGAN produces a check and hands it to STEVENS. Reaction in the courtroom]
STEVENS: [His voice is tensely ominous] I offer this check in evidence.
[He passes the check to the CLERK. CLERK glances at it and gives a start]
FLINT: [Jumping up] What's all this nonsense? Who was the man?
STEVENS: [Solemnly] Who was the man, Mr. Regan?
REGAN: Let the clerk read that check to you.
STEVENS: [To CLERK] Kindly read the check.
CLERK: [Reading] January seventeenth . . . Pay to the order of Lawrence Regan the sum of five thousand dollars." Signed: "John Graham Whitfield."
[Uproar in the courtroom. WHITFIELD jumps to his feet]
WHITFIELD: It's an outrage!
FLINT: I demand to see that check!
JUDGE HEATH: [Striking his gavel] Silence! If there are any more demonstrations of this kind, I shall order the courtroom cleared!
STEVENS: We offer this check in evidence!
FLINT: Objection!
JUDGE HEATH: Objection overruled. Admitted in evidence.
STEVENS: What did you do after you received this check, Mr. Regan?
REGAN: I put it in my pocket and thanked him. Then -- I drew my gun and stuck it in his ribs, and asked: "Now, you lousy bastard, what did you do with Faulkner?" He opened his mouth like a fish choking and couldn't make a sound.
WHITFIELD: Your Honor! Is this man to be allowed to make such statements in public in my presence?
JUDGE HEATH: The witness is allowed to testify. If it is proved to be perjury, he will suffer the consequences. Proceed, Mr. Stevens.
STEVENS: What did he answer, Mr. Regan?
REGAN: At first, he muttered: "I don't know what you're talking about." But I jammed the gun harder and I said: "Cut it out! I've no time to waste. I'm in on it and so are you. Where did you take him?" He said: "If you kill me, you'll never find out."
STEVENS: Did you get any information out of him?
REGAN: Not a word. I didn't want to kill him -- yet. He said: "If you expose me -- you'll expose the fake suicide and Faulkner will be found." I asked: "Is he alive?" He said: "Go and ask him." I talked and threatened. It was no use. I let him go. I thought I could always get him.
STEVENS: Then, did you try to find Faulkner?
REGAN: I didn't lose a second. I rushed home, changed my clothes, grabbed a sandwich and an airplane -- and flew to Buenos Aires. I searched. I advertised in the papers. I got no answer. No one called at the banks for Ragnar Hedin's millions.
STEVENS: Did you try to communicate about this with Miss Andre?
REGAN: No. We had promised to stay away from each other for a month. And she had been arrested -- for Faulkner's murder. I laughed when I read that. I couldn't say a word -- not to betray him if he were still alive. I waited.
STEVENS: What were you waiting for?
REGAN: February sixteenth -- at the Hotel Continental in Buenos Aires. I set my teeth and waited every minute of every hour of that day. He didn't come.
STEVENS: Then?
REGAN: Then I knew he was dead. I came back to New York. I started a search for my plane. We found it. Yesterday.
STEVENS: Where did you find it?
REGAN: In a deserted valley in New Jersey, a hundred miles from Meadow Lane. I recognized the plane by the engine number. It had been landed and fire set to it.
STEVENS: Was the plane . . . empty?
REGAN: No. I found the body of a man in it.
STEVENS: Could you identify him?
REGAN: No one could. It was nothing but a burned skeleton. But the height was the same. It was Faulkner . . . I examined the body -- or what was left of it. I found two bullet holes. One -- in a rib, over the heart. The other -- straight through the right hand. He didn't die without putting up a fight. He must have been disarmed first, shot through the hand; then, murdered, defenseless, straight through the heart.
STEVENS: [After a pause] That's all, Mr. Regan.
FLINT: Just what is your . . . business, Mr. Regan?
REGAN: You'd like me to answer, wouldn't you?
STEVENS: We object, your Honor. The witness has a right not to answer that question.
JUDGE HEATH: Sustained.
FLINT: Mr. Regan, what do you do when prospective clients refuse to pay you protection?
REGAN: I'm legally allowed not to understand what you're talking about.
FLINT: Very well. You don't have to understand. May I question you as to whether you read the newspapers?
REGAN: You may.
FLINT: Well?
REGAN: Question me.
FLINT: Will you kindly state whether you read newspapers?
REGAN: Occasionally.
FLINT: Then did you happen to read that when Mr. James Sutton Vance, Jr., refused to pay protection to . . . a certain gangster, his magnificent country house in Westchester was destroyed by an explosion, just after the guests left, barely missing a wholesale slaughter? What was that, Mr. Regan, a coincidence?
REGAN: A remarkable coincidence, Mr. Flint: just after the guests left.
FLINT: Did you read that when Mr. Van Dorn refused to --
STEVENS: We object, your Honor! Such questions are irrelevant!
JUDGE HEATH: Sustained.
FLINT: So you had no ill feeling toward Mr. Faulkner for the . . . failure of your business with him?
REGAN: No.
FLINT: Now, Mr. "Guts" -- I beg your pardon -- Mr. Lawrence Regan, what would you do if someone were to take this woman you love so much -- and rape her?
REGAN: I'd cut his throat with a dull saw.
FLINT: You would? And you expect us to believe that you, "Guts" Regan, gangster, outlaw, scum of the underworld, would step aside with a grand gesture and throw the woman you wanted into another man's arms?
STEVENS: Your Honor! We --
[STEVENS is near the witness stand. Calmly and forcefully REGAN pushes him aside. Then, turns to FLINT and says very calmly, very earnestly]
REGAN: I loved her.
FLINT: You did? Why did you allow Faulkner to visit her after his marriage?
REGAN: I had nothing to say about that.
FLINT: No? You two didn't hold a blackmail plot over his head?
REGAN: Got any proof of that?
FLINT: Her association with you is the best proof!
STEVENS: Objection!
JUDGE HEATH: Sustained.
FLINT: How did you kill Faulkner in the penthouse that night?
STEVENS: Objection!
JUDGE HEATH: Sustained.
FLINT: Where is your other accomplice, the man who played the drunk?
REGAN: I can give you his exact address: Evergreen Cemetery, Whitfield Family Memorial; which is the swankiest place poor Lefty's ever been.
FLINT: Now, let me get this clear: you claim that the man buried in Evergreen Cemetery is "Lefty" O'Toole, and the man you found in the burned plane is Bjorn Faulkner?
REGAN: Yes.
FLINT: And what is to prove that it isn't the other way around? Supposing you did steal O'Toole's body? What's to prove that you didn't stage that fantastic thing yourself? That you didn't plant the airplane and the body in New Jersey and then appear with that wild story, in a desperate attempt to save your mistress? You've heard her tell us that you'd do anything for her; that you'd lie for her.
STEVENS: We object, your Honor!
JUDGE HEATH: Objection sustained.
FLINT: Where's your real proof, Mr. Regan?
REGAN:[He looks straight at FLINT for a second. When he speaks, his manner is a startling contrast to his former arrogance and irony; it is simple, sincere; it is almost solemn in its earnestness] Mr. Flint, you're a district attorney and I . . . well, you know what I am. We both have a lot of dirty work to do. Such happens to be life -- or most of it. But do you think we're both so low that if something passes us to which one kneels, we no longer have eyes to see it? I loved her; she loved Faulkner. That's our only proof.
FLINT: That's all, Mr. Regan.
[REGAN returns to the defense table]
STEVENS: John Graham Whitfield!
[WHITFIELD walks to the stand hurriedly, resolutely]
Mr. Whitfield, where were you on the night of January sixteenth?
WHITFIELD: I believe I was in New York, on business, that night.
STEVENS: Do you have any witnesses who can prove it?
WHITFIELD: Mr. Stevens, you must realize that I am not in the habit of providing myself with alibis. I've never had reason to keep track of my activities and to secure any witnesses. I would not be able to find them now.
STEVENS: How many cars do you own, Mr. Whitfield?
WHITFIELD: Four.
STEVENS: What are they?
WHITFIELD: One of them is a black sedan, as you are evidently anxious to learn. I may remind you that it is not the only black sedan in New York City.
STEVENS: [Casually] You have just returned from California by plane?
WHITFIELD: Yes.
STEVENS: You flew it yourself?
WHITFIELD: Yes.
STEVENS: You're a licensed pilot, then?
WHITFIELD: I am.
STEVENS: Now, that story of Mr. Regan's is nothing but a lie in your opinion, isn't it?
WHITFIELD: It is.
STEVENS: [Changing his manner, fiercely] Then, who wrote that five thousand dollar check?
WHITFIELD: [Very calmly] I did.
STEVENS: Will you kindly explain it?
WHITFIELD: It is very simple. We all know Mr. Regan's profession. He had threatened to kidnap my daughter. I preferred to pay him off, rather than to take any chances on her life.
STEVENS: The check is dated January seventeenth. On that same day, you announced your offer of a reward for Regan's arrest, didn't you?
WHITFIELD: Yes. You realize that besides my civic duty, I also had my daughter's safety in mind and I wanted prompt action.
STEVENS: Mr. Whitfield, your daughter and your fortune are your most cherished possessions, aren't they?
WHITFIELD: They are.
STEVENS: Then what would you do to the man who took your money and deserted your daughter for another woman?
FLINT: We object, your Honor!
JUDGE HEATH: Objection sustained.
STEVENS: You hated Faulkner. You wanted to break him. You suspected his intention of staging suicide. The words Mr. Jungquist heard you say prove it. Didn't you?
WHITFIELD: I suspected nothing of the kind!
STEVENS: And on January sixteenth, didn't you spend the day watching Faulkner?
WHITFIELD: Certainly not!
STEVENS: Weren't you trailing Faulkner in your black sedan? Didn't you follow him as soon as he left his penthouse, that night?
WHITFIELD: Fantastic! How could I have recognized him -- supposing it were Faulkner leaving? Van Fleet, the detective, didn't.
STEVENS: Van Fleet wasn't watching for a trick. He had no suspicion of the plot. You had.
WHITFIELD: [With magnificent calm] My dear Mr. Stevens, how could I have known about the plot for that night?
STEVENS: Didn't you have any particular information about Faulkner's activities at the time?
WHITFIELD: None.
STEVENS: You heard of nothing unusual, that day?
WHITFIELD: Not a thing.
STEVENS: For instance, you did not hear that he transferred ten million dollars to Buenos Aires?
WHITFIELD: I never heard of it.
[There is a scream, a terrifying cry, as of one mortally wounded. JUNGQUIST stands clutching his head, moaning wildly]
JUNGQUIST: I killed him! I killed Bjorn Faulkner, God help me! I helped that man to kill him!
[He points at JUNGQUIST, leaps to the clerk's desk, seizes the Bible and, raising it frantically over his head in a shaking hand, cries as if taking a solemn, hysterical oath]
The whole truth, so help me God! . . . I didn't know! But I see it now!
[He points at WHITFIELD]
He killed Faulkner! Because he lied! He knew about the ten million dollars! I told him!
[STEVENS rushes to him]
FLINT: Now, look here, my man, you can't --
STEVENS:[Hurriedly]That's all, Mr. Whitfield.
FLINT: No questions.
[WHITFIELD leaves the stand]
STEVENS: Kindly take the stand, Mr. Jungquist.
[JUNGQUIST obeys]
You told Mr. Whitfield about that transfer?
JUNGQUIST: [Hysterically] He asked me many times about the ten million -- where it was spent. I did not know it was a secret. That day -- I told him -- about Buenos Aires. That day -- at noon -- January sixteenth!
WHITFIELD: What kind of a frame-up is this?
STEVENS: You told Whitfield? At noon?
JUNGQUIST: I did, God have pity on me! I didn't know! I would give my life for Herr Faulkner! And I helped to kill him!
STEVENS: That's all.
FLINT: Were you alone with Mr. Whitfield when you told him?
JUNGQUIST: [Astonished] Yes.
FLINT: Then it's your word against Mr. Whitfield's?
JUNGQUIST: [Stunned by the sudden thought, feebly] Yes . . .
FLINT: That's all.
[JUNGQUIST leaves the stand]
STEVENS: The defense rests.
JUDGE HEATH: Any other witnesses?
FLINT: No, your Honor.
JUDGE HEATH: The defense may proceed with the closing argument.
STEVENS: Your Honor! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury! You are here to decide the fate of a woman. But much more than one woman is here on trial. Before you pronounce your verdict on Karen Andre, think of your verdict on Bjorn Faulkner. Do you believe that he was the kind of man who would bow, renounce and repent? If you do -- she's guilty. But if you believe that in this sad, halfhearted world of ours a man can still be born with life singing in his veins; a scoundrel, a swindler, a criminal, call him anything, but still a conqueror -- if you value a strength that is its own motor, an audacity that is its own law, a spirit that is its own vindication -- if you are able to admire a man who, no matter what mistakes he may have made in form, had never betrayed his essence: his self-esteem -- if, deep in your hearts, you've felt a longing for greatness and for a sense of life beyond the lives around you, if you have known a hunger which gray timidity can't satisfy -- you'll understand Bjorn Faulkner. If you do -- you'll understand the woman who was his priestess . . . Who is on trial in this case? Karen Andre? No! It's you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, who are here on trial. It is your own souls that will be brought to light when your decision is rendered!
JUDGE HEATH: The District Attorney may now conclude the case.
FLINT: Your Honor! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury! For once, I agree with the defense counsel. Two different types of humanity are opposed in this case -- and your verdict will have to depend on which side you choose to believe. You are asked -- by the defense -- to take the side of a swindler, a harlot and a gangster against a man who is a model of social respectability and a woman who is everything the ideal of pure womanhood has been for centuries. On one side, you see a life of service, duty and unselfishness; on the other -- a steamroller of sensual indulgence and egoistic ambition. I agree with the defense counsel that the judgment on this case will be passed deep within your own souls. If you believe that man is placed on earth for a purpose higher than his own enjoyment -- if you believe that love is not all in the bedroom, but also in your parlor, in your kitchen, in your nursery -- if you believe that the cozy fireside of a home is still the most sacred ideal a man can aspire to -- you will believe that simple virtue is more powerful than arrogance and that a man like Bjorn Faulkner would be brought to bow before it. Let your verdict tell us that none shall raise his head too high in defiance of our common standards!
JUDGE HEATH: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the Bailiff will now escort you to the jury room. I shall ask you to consider your verdict carefully. You are to determine whether Karen Andre is guilty or not guilty of the murder of Bjorn Faulkner.
[The BAILIFF escorts the JURY out of the courtroom. Then the stage is blacked out. Then, one by one, a spotlight picks out of the darkness the different WITNESSES, repeat the most significant lines of their testimony -- a quick succession of contradicting statements, presenting both sides of the case, reviewing the case for the audience, giving it swift flashes of what the jury is considering. The pin spot illuminates only the faces of the witnesses, one after the other, in the following order]
DR. KIRKLAND: I was called to examine the body of Bjorn Faulkner. I found a body mangled to an extreme degree.
HUTCHINS: Well, he was a bit tight. He wasn't very steady on his feet. Mr. Faulkner and the other gentleman had to help him. They almost dragged him into the elevator.
VAN FLEET: She is hoisting a man's body up on the parapet. A man in evening clothes. Faulkner. He's unconscious. No resistance. She pushes him with all her strength. He goes over the parapet. Down. Into space.
SWEENEY: [Reading] "I found only two enjoyable things on this earth whose every door was open to me: my whip over the world and Karen Andre."
MAGDA: He had a platinum gown made for her . . . She wore it on her naked body . . . And if it burned her shameless skin, she laughed like the pagan she is, and he kissed the burn, wild like tiger!
NANCY LEE: We were planning to have a modest little home, with a bright kitchen and a little flower garden. We'd be so happy there, just the two of us, until . . . until we had little ones to take care of . . .
WHITFIELD: I had full confidence that my business acumen would have prevented the crash -- had Faulkner lived.
CHANDLER: It is not probable that the letter was forged; but it is possible.
JUNGQUIST: Herr Faulkner shrugged and said lightly: "Oh, commit suicide." Herr Whitfield looked at him and said, very slowly: "If you do, be sure you make a good job of it!"
KAREN: Bjorn Faulkner never thought of things as right or wrong. To him it was only: you can or you can't. He always could. To me it was only: he wants or he doesn't.
REGAN: But do you think we're both so low that if something passes us to which one kneels, we no longer have eyes to see it? I loved her; she loved Faulkner. That's our only proof.
[After the last flash, the stage remains dark for a few seconds. Then the lights come on and the JURY returns into the courtroom]
BAILIFF: Attention of the Court!
CLERK: The prisoner will rise and face the jury.
[KAREN rises, head high]
The jury will rise and face the prisoner. Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict?
FOREMAN: We have.
CLERK: What say you?
Ending Of Play If Verdict Is "NOT GUILTY":
FOREMAN: Not guilty!
[KAREN receives the verdict calmly. She raises her head a little higher and says slowly, solemnly]
KAREN: Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you -- in the name of Bjorn Faulkner.
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Ending Of Play If Verdict Is "GUILTY":
FOREMAN: Guilty!
[KAREN shows no reaction; she stands motionless. STEVENS jumps to his feet]
STEVENS: We shall appeal the case!
KAREN: [Calmly, firmly] There will be no appeal. Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you. You have spared me the trouble of committing suicide.
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