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So we thought it best to ask you all down here to see for yourselves.

There's nothing going to frighten a backer more than bad publicity.

We want you to know we understand the pressure you're under. Never mind the

publicity. Are you selling tickets? That's what I want to know. Well, not

the Citizens for Decent Theater have run their ads and started their campaign to

close us down.

But we feel that once we open, the reviews and word of mouth will bring in

audiences. And for the right reasons.

Because it's a good show.

Mr. Bonner, my daughter...

Well, she's in the cast.

She says the newspapers are wrong, and I believe her.

I just wanted you to know that. Thank you. We appreciate your confidence, but

still want you to see her run through and meet with us afterwards.

We want you to see for yourselves that the accusations are false.

And, yes, there are a lot of them. I quote, a hotbed of revolutionaries,

activists, militants, and drug addicts.

Some of you have called me very concerned.

You're no longer certain that you want to be associated with this project.

Or us.

Can we have the curtain up, please?

Here we are for you to see.

Dedicated and hardworking.

So see the show.

And meet the cast. Ask them anything you want.

Anything. And then make up your own minds.

We hope that you'll feel the whole project is good enough to go forward.

Now, you've all met our director, Carwin Morgan.

Um, as you can see, we haven't completed our sceneries yet, and, uh, we don't

have our costumes, but, um, uh, I'm sure you'll get the idea as we go on.

All right, let's get it on!

They said their costumes weren't near yet. They are.

The last thing I imagined you would do is to put money in a show.

I did a study of profit gains on investments people made in similar

I found them to be immediate and substantial.

Yes, it's a hit. Besides, I was pressured by the director's mother.

Is she here?

No. She didn't put any money in it herself.

She just talked me into it. How much are you in for?

Nine hundred dollars.

Today San Francisco, tomorrow Broadway.

We're going to miss you, Chief.

Ladies and gentlemen, we won't be able to put the show on.

One of the girls is dead.

From a preliminary examination, it looks like a drug overdose.

Puncture wound is fresh.

You said you found only one mark on her.

One's all it takes.

What about the bottom of her feet?

I checked. Nothing. She wasn't a regular user.

It's a way of committing suicide, you know. It's unlikely that a girl who

fixed before would use that means to kill herself.

And if she did, where's the needle? Where's the syringe?

I don't know.

Hypos don't walk away by themselves.

How long would it take an overdose to kill her? Depends on how big it was.

act in a matter of minutes.

I won't know anything until after the outside scene.

Either somebody was helping her turn on and made a mistake, or it was no

mistake. If she was fixing for the first time, would it be just before an

important run through of the play? I doubt it. All right, call outside.

Tell them they'd better get over here with a crew to go over this room.

And some John Doe warrants, just in case.

The cast on stage.

Tell the backers they can go home. They were with us all the time.

She was so pretty.

So young.

Suppose somebody tried to come to the stage door.

All right, check that out.

Mr. Bonner said it's usually left open, but they locked it this afternoon.

Didn't want any eruptions during the run -through. Did you get their names? I

asked them.

Well?

If there's anything they like less than backers, it's cops.

Did you get the pig routine?

Not quite, but close.

Mr. Bonner?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. No matter how hard you try, Richard, it's still establishment,

you? Sure is. I wasn't talking to you.

We may be here for a while. I suggest you all sit down.

Are we busted?

I just want to ask some questions.

I'm seeking information about a member of your group who was quite possibly...

A murder victim. I thought they said it was an overdose.

It was, but not necessarily self -administered. You think one of us did

be able to give you a more accurate answer after I've gotten more

Now, you can answer our questions here or at headquarters in less comfortable

surroundings.

Before you decide whether or not to cooperate with me, you might give some

thought to how the idea of death by drug overdose is going to be greeted by the

public. And the committee that's trying to close you down. We've had it here

anyway, haven't we? I mean, they're going to kick us out of here no matter

we do. Right on, brother.

From what I hear, your show is apparently a lot more optimistic than

And we want your right names and home addresses, not the hotel next door where

understand you're all staying.

Truthful and to -the -point answers, no word games.

If anyone has anything they feel might help, speak up.

Even if you don't care about your show, I think you'd want to help me find out

who murdered Carol Fisher.

You keep using the word murder.

Yeah. What makes you think she was murdered?

The phrase I used was quite possibly.

That doesn't answer her question. No, it doesn't.

Now, Miss Fisher was a member of this cast.

She must have had a close friend or two.

I knew her pretty well. We weren't close, but we talked a lot. Well, we all

her.

Anyone else?

I was. I'd like to talk to the four of you first.

Homicide is on the way over with your search warrants.

Good. The hypo that was used on Carol Fisher hasn't been found. Now, who has

outfit?

Search warrants are on the way.

No one will be permitted to leave here until the theater has been thoroughly

searched. Oh, wow.

Well?

I'd like to see it.

Mark?

Anyone else? You sound like you think we're all a bunch of junkies.

Narcotics might have been the cause of Miss Fisher's death.

Now, anyone else?

Officer Whitfield needs a room to check the girls.

Sergeant Brown will check the men. That's a violation of our right. Arrest

suspicion of murder can take care of that. Is that the route you want to go?

Will the dressing rooms be all right? As long as you don't disturb the area

where Miss Fisher was found.

We won't. Thank you.

Two at a time, please. Ed, Eve.

How did a handsome guy

like you turn out to be a cop?

Just lucky, I guess.

It will, uh...

Probably come out in your questioning of the other, so I may as well tell you

myself.

I can't say that I was really close to Carol, but I did spend a little time

her talking.

What else?

This is hard to say, but I think she was hung up on me.

See, I'm married, Chief, and as soon as I realized that Carol was interested in

more than theater, I avoided her. Did you?

Yes, sir. I didn't want any trouble at home.

I understand that your wife is also a backer of this show.

Yes, she is.

She wasn't here with the other backers today.

Well, she knows the cast, knows the show. She didn't have to be convinced.

That the only reason?

No. Trouble at home?

Yes, there is. Over Miss Fisher?

Yes. The trouble's over Carol.

Why didn't everybody dress back then?

I'm sure you said you didn't want to carry it. Oh.

We have more changes in it.

Yes.

May I come in?

What did you think I was going to do, throw it out the window?

You might.

What sign were you born into?

I don't know.

Why? Just curious.

You'd better carry this so you can tell your boss I didn't touch it on the way

back.

When was the last time you fixed?

I don't fix. What are those, bee stings?

They're old blood tests. I get married a lot.

That's very funny.

I'll check out the others.

Why don't you sit down?

I said no word games.

Okay, yeah.

The newest smock is a year old. That's the truth.

You said you knew Carol pretty well.

Some of the others tell me that you and Carol came here together. Is that true?

Uh -huh.

Are you going to tell me the story about you and Carol or not?

A man has the right to remain silent, doesn't he? Or is that just for members

the establishment?

You have a right to the same constitutional protection as everyone

However, as you are neither under detention nor arrest, your attitude

wonder just how close a friend you were.

We were very close. But not close enough to want to catch her murderer.

Okay.

Carol and I came here together from Chicago.

Was that her home? No.

Actually, we met in college. We came to Chicago to demonstrate.

That was some time ago, wasn't it?

Things happened there.

It never felt like going back to school, so...

We traveled.

Went to other demonstrations and finally ended up here.

What was your reaction when she became involved with Richard Bonner?

My reaction?

None.

See, Carol and I didn't have that kind of thing going for us. We were just

friends. What about Bonner?

It was one -sided.

She really flipped over him, but he never returned the feeling.

At least not here where anyone ever saw it. No one kills a girl just because

it's a dull afternoon. There has to have been a reason. Do you know who would

have had a reason?

Everyone liked her. I mean, really liked her, you know. Someone didn't. It

wasn't one of us. I mean, I know that. How can you be that sure?

Look, we have daily encounter sessions, sensitivity training.

That's part of how we do the show here. So if there had been bad vibes toward

her, we all would have felt it, you understand?

Maybe one of you is a better actor than you think.

We'll talk more later.

When was the last time you used that?

This morning.

I didn't see any marks on your arms.

I'm smarter than that.

The thigh or the stomach?

I'd change around.

I may want to borrow that for a while.

Five hours long enough?

It'll have to be, won't it?

Would you mind telling me what's going on?

Rhoda? I'm a diabetic.

Hey, that's great.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Hey, I didn't mean that.

You know what I meant.

We know what you meant.

How many needles do you buy at a time?

They come 24.

Now think back to when you bought them last.

How many you should have used.

So I'm not a math genius.

There should be seven.

There's six.

Hey.

Now, you don't think... Look, everybody in the company knows I'm a diabetic, and

they also know where I keep my stuff. Does give us the possible murder weapon,

though. All right, Mark, get that to the lab. I want the syringes checked for

traces of heroin.

She'll be here when you get back.

In a coma, if you don't make it back in time.

You said you were a good friend of Carol's. We liked each other a lot.

What kind of a girl was she?

A good person.

Always trying to help, you know?

Always thinking, too.

Involved. How did she take the rejection by Bonner?

She didn't go dancing in the streets.

Depressed?

Sort of.

When did you see her last, before she died?

We were getting ready for the backers to come.

She said she had a headache.

She had a lot of them lately.

Did she take anything for it?

Sure, one of us gave her something.

You know, girls, they have drugstores in their handbags.

And don't ask for prescriptions.

Go on.

She said she wanted to lie down for a while.

And we said okay.

We called her when we got ready to run through the show.

So she was back there pretty much alone.

Possibly under a strong sedative.

As far as I could tell, she was absolutely alone.

Until we sent Virginia back to get her on stage.

Rhoda, who would have been able to leave the stage, get to that dressing room,

give her a hypo, and get back without attracting attention?

In the mess that was going on, any one of us.

Hello, Chief.

Miss Elkins, this is Sergeant Dickerson of Homicide.

Would you please impress upon the cast that it will be to everybody's benefit

they cooperate with the sergeant? I'll try.

I have arrest warrants if you want them. Not yet.

Hang on to all these people until you've searched the theater and their rooms.

They all have rooms next door at the hotel, so it shouldn't be too hard.

What am I looking for?

A proverbial needle in a haystack.

But this one.

I have traces of heroin.

Homicide is here. We won't be needed anymore.

We're pulling out the tape?

No, we're just taking a ride.

I don't understand what Richard has done.

Giving up his law practice to produce this play may have been stupid.

Well, I didn't think it was illegal.

Well, Mrs. Bonner, there's been some trouble at the theater.

We're checking out anyone who has a connection with it.

Well, that leaves me out.

I don't have such a connection anymore.

You're a backer. Your husband is the producer. I'm a backer only because I

get my money back.

As for my husband, I'm not sure how long he'll be my husband.

He told me that you and he were having some problems.

I threw him out, if you want to know.

Not because he wanted to do this far -out play.

I didn't even mind when he wanted to get involved, as he put it.

I did mind when it all turned out to be lies.

In what way?

It was just a smokescreen.

I mean, all he really wanted was some pretty little girl to play with.

My 40 -year -old flower child.

You know that to be a fact?

Of course.

The girl's name is Carol Fisher.

Your husband told you about her, Richard?

Hardly. Then how do you know for sure?

I received a telephone call.

It was from one of the members of the past.

A girl. She wouldn't tell me her name.

But she told me everything else. And you believed it? No.

No, I didn't.

But on the chance that where there's smoke, there may be fire, I went to the

theater to see for myself.

Exactly what did you see?

Richard.

My Richard.

This pretty little girl practically slobbering all over him. What happened

they saw you? They didn't. Did anyone see you? That crowd?

They're too busy loving each other to notice anyone else.

If there is trouble there, I'm sure Miss Fisher is involved.

She is, Mrs. Barnum.

Very much so.

Sure, I believe in taking care of each other, but to spend money on a funeral?

Our only relative was an uncle, and I know he's broke.

I find this all very sordid. Death's pretty sordid, baby, when you think

it. She must have a funeral.

She would want us to spend the money on the play. Is that Carol talking?

Or you?

I say we spend it on her. It's the least we can do.

And I say that's crazy.

Let the county bury her. Man, you didn't even know her.

She was just another buddy for you to choreograph.

Still a voice to say your corny lines.

You didn't think they were so corny when you read for the part.

You're getting off the track.

The point is, she was good people.

We know that.

Why would anyone want to kill her?

I never heard anyone say a bad word to her.

I did.

Who? Yeah, tell us who.

Well, who's he talking about?

Well, unless I miss my guess, it's your wife.

I've got to see Chief Ironside. He isn't here. Where can I find him? It's

important. I don't know, but I'll check and see when they expect him back.

Somebody put up the table. Food's ready.

I'll check.

Oh, Chief.

Almost through searching the rooms.

Find something? Not yet.

The news is out.

A hotel manager heard it over the radio and says he's canceling out their room.

You tell the hotel manager he's doing no such thing.

We're just about finished. There's really no need to hold the room. Not for

for them.

If he gives you an argument, tell him I'd like to know his grounds for

I guess he doesn't want any bad publicity. If he throws them out, I'll

that's just what he'll get.

What some people will do to protect an investor.

Are you sure the brainwaves got started like this?

Chief,

one of the guys wanted to see you. He says it's important.

Which one?

The one at the end of the table in the blue pullover.

News.

One of them wants to see me.

He wanted to see me.

He'll be all right.

He'll be pretty weak for a while, but he'll make it.

What was it?

From the way it hit him, it might have been some kind of insecticide.

It's a wonder he could get it down. It had a foul taste.

Is he conscious?

Yes, but he still feels pretty rocky.

Can we talk to him?

Well, let me see if he's up to it.

Incident or deliberate?

If the stuff tastes foul, it would hardly be accidental.

Which leaves deliberate.

But on whose part?

Alfred's or someone else? Could be he wanted to confess to the killing, then

lost his nerve and tried poison.

Or could be he remembered something and someone wanted to stop him from telling

us.

What do you think?

I think we should stop speculating until we talk to Alfred.

Eve, tell the others he's going to be all right.

Then send an officer to stand guard at the door.

It has to be tied in with Carol's death somehow.

Probably. But right now, we don't know enough about it to make a judgment.

Until now, Mrs. Bonner was my prime suspect.

Don't discount Mr.

Bonner.

And around and around we go.

Okay, but take it easy.

A stomach pump's no picnic.

Yeah, I imagine it takes a lot out of you.

You know, I haven't heard that one since afternoon.

Hi. What happened to you?

I don't know.

I just finished eating, then all of a sudden... I knew Sandy wasn't the best

cook in the world, but that's ridiculous.

No one else in the cast got sick from the stew, so it wasn't that.

Did you eat or drink anything else?

No. It was that you wanted to tell me before you got sick.

Something I remembered.

We were all sitting around and talking. I know no one ever said a bad word

against Carol, and I remembered somebody did. Who?

That was a long time ago.

Chicago.

Remember I told you we went there from our university?

Well, there was another guy with us. A med student.

Steve Colby.

We were on the streets the night the riot broke loose, and Colby was killed.

Was he a special friend of Carol's?

That's just it.

We shared the trip's expenses, but we never really knew him before that.

It was that, uh...

A picture in the newspaper that did it.

It showed Carol and I bending over his body on the ground.

Carol was crying over him.

After that, she started to get the phone calls. What phone calls?

From Colby's fiancée.

She'd scream at Carol.

She said that Colby wouldn't have been there to get killed if it weren't for

her. She said she'd like to see Carol dead.

That's what I wanted to tell you.

Maybe she tracked her down and killed her.

All right, we'll check it out.

What's her name?

Sylvia Morrison.

She was in the nursing school at Michigan State.

We'll look into it.

You get some rest.

You find her, hmm?

She killed Carol.

What do you think?

Possibility.

From Chicago?

That long ago?

Said he'd been talking with others.

And he remembered something.

Maybe he mentioned it to them, maybe he didn't. The fact is, someone tried to

kill him before he could tell us.

Okay, but I've got $10 that says Nurse Morrison is a happily married lady in

Michigan someplace.

Well, $5.

Check it out.

I almost got a ticket for speeding, but I made it. Did I pass?

One syringe had traces of heroin.

That's not going to get me in trouble.

Not unless you gave her the fix.

The syringes are sterilized, and the lab donated you some points.

The contributions are gratefully appreciated.

Excuse me. I've got to do my homework.

I'll, uh, cram all you some eggs.

And she?

Oh, no, not till after she takes the shot. And then it's measured. It has to

balance against the insulin.

Oh, I'll forget.

Poor kid's nothing. She'll probably live longer than any of us, the way she

takes care of herself.

You get anything, Tony?

Maybe.

Ed's checking it.

What now?

A chat with the cook.

I like the service around here.

Hi. Hungry?

Have you, uh, any stew left?

I figured you'd want to see it. And taste it.

I, uh, keep it hot. Makes good late snacks.

On our budget, we don't waste anything.

Smells good.

No one else got sick, Mr. RSI.

It's very good. Would you put that in writing? I'll have it framed.

I expected to find it much more highly seasoned.

What? The doctor thinks that Alfred might have eaten some kind of

Now, if this were seasoned enough, he wouldn't have known. But he'd have known

with this.

The hot sauce.

Alfred dumps the stuff on everything he eats. It's a special mix.

There's insecticide in here, you'd never know it.

I'll have to take this.

Go ahead.

I don't expect he'll trust my cooking for a while anyway.

Now I can eat.

I see, yes, I appreciate it.

Here, get this to the lab.

I want them to tell me what I already know.

Enjoy them. Thank you. There's coffee.

Enough for both of you.

You still haven't told me what sign you are.

Whatever sign it takes to prove with you.

Can't record.

Well, how'd you ever guess?

What month were you born in?

Whatever month it takes to be a Capricorn.

Yes, thank you very much.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you at this late hour.

Goodbye.

I just got a lecture on the time difference.

between California and Michigan.

Never mind the lecture. What about our nurse?

The registrar dug up her home address and phone number. I just called it.

Morrison moved out soon after her fiancé was killed in Chicago.

Hasn't been heard from since.

Did you get a description of her?

The lady who answered the phone didn't know her.

I called the registrar back, and they're checking to see if there are any

pictures of her in their files.

Carol was killed by an expertly administered hypodermic needle.

Alfred was almost killed by someone who knew poisons.

A nurse, Sylvia Morrison, is missing.

I'd called and Mrs. Bonner was a female voice.

A set -up.

To lead us to Mrs. Bonner and away from Miss Morrison.

All right, Ed. Get some men down here.

I want an all -night surveillance on the hotel. Put a tail on anyone who leaves

there.

She's out there.

Right in the middle of them.

One of them.

Which one?

lease that says I have the right. But you have no proof.

Proof? I don't need proof. Read the lease.

Mr. Richter, it seems to me that you stand to lose quite a lot of money by

canceling the lease.

You don't understand. This isn't the only building I own. Since the news

I've had a dozen calls, people putting on pressure. Do you think I want to

them out?

Then why give in to that kind of pressure?

How can I not? A girl gets killed.

With dope yet.

The law will take care of the person responsible for it.

Why should you take it upon yourself to punish all of them? Punish me?

I don't punish anybody.

I'm the one who'll suffer.

Lease is not renewed. Building's half vacant.

Listen, I have sympathy for you, but it's not my fight.

Why not?

Why not, he asked me. Look, am I an actor? Am I a playwriter?

No, I'm just a landlord, that's all. And why should it be my fight? Because you

want to put on a play and someone says no. Because they're also telling you

you can and cannot do, who you can and cannot rent to.

You know something?

It's my fight.

Thanks. My pleasure.

Call your cast together, will you, please?

What luck.

The registrar's office says there aren't any pictures of Sylvia Morrison on

file, and nobody around there remembers her well enough to give a description.

Too bad.

Whoever she is, she's playing it cool.

That one tried to bolt last night.

I don't imagine she bluffs easily.

But we might as well give it a try.

Hey, chick.

Are you really a policewoman?

You better believe it.

In

case you all

don't know, someone tried to poison Alfred Cumming.

last night. You're putting us on. Had it succeeded, it would have been the

second murder in less than 24 hours.

Why would anyone want to kill Alfred?

That's another of the things we hope to find out.

I'm sure I no longer have to pressure you for cooperation because obviously

killer is one of you.

Now we're looking for a woman. She's here under another identity.

But we do know one thing about her.

She's been trained as a nurse.

It would save time if that young woman would step forward and give herself up.

Don't think you can escape.

We've had men watching all of you, and they will continue to do so.

You won't be able to get away.

It's only a matter of time before we find you out.

All right.

You've had your chance.

The rest of you, do you know if any among you is a nurse?

Have you ever seen any of the girls do something the way a nurse would do it?

Shaking a thermometer.

Making a bed. Anything.

I think I remember something.

It's sort of vague, but... Try to remember.

Well, I passed out once. I forgot to eat on time. And I went into insulin shock.

And someone helped me.

They sounded like a nurse.

It was me.

I've had some nurses training, but I'm not the one you're looking for. I really

am not. It wasn't Sandy, I'm sure of that.

Who was it?

I was in a daze, sort of.

I just don't remember.

It's important, Rhoda.

I know I went into shock.

And Carol was there, I remember that.

She got some chocolate. She started to put it in my mouth to equalize.

And somebody came in.

And she said, she said, don't. If she's in coma, the sugar will make it worse.

And I remember this voice asking me if I'd taken my shot.

Didn't you see her?

It was all hazy. I could just about tell her I'd taken my shot.

They gave me the chocolate.

And I...

Came out of it after a while.

By that time, there were half a dozen girls standing around looking at me. It

could have been any of them. And Sandy was there, too.

But I know it wasn't Sandy who spoke to me.

I know that. It was one of the other girls.

All right, Sandy, I'd like to talk with you.

Now, you others, stay put.

We'll be questioning you again.

One at a time.

Are you sure you're not just protecting him?

It wasn't Sandy.

No.

I'm a nurse.

But I didn't kill anybody.

You have to believe me.

Rhoda said you were there when she came to.

Do you remember it?

All right, think carefully.

Who was in the room when you got there?

I'm so scared.

I can't seem to think straight.

Try.

I thought you said you would never come here again.

I... I'm sorry about your trouble.

Thank you.

Is this by way of a reconciliation?

Exactly.

Frankly, I wanted to see your reaction to the Fisher girl's death.

I'm very sorry about it.

Not devastated?

The way a man would feel?

There was never anything between Carol and me. I told you that.

Is this mean the end of the show?

I don't know.

They're still questioning the kids.

May I wait here with you?

We've got the chart set up for general description, access to the dressing

access to the hot sauce, and those whose backgrounds we can't trace back more

than a year.

All right, start filling in the names.

One of them will come up fitting all the criteria.

Hey, Chief, something's wrong with her.

Brother, are you in shock?

No, it feels more like a coma.

She took a shower, walked into a room.

All right, Mark, get her insulin.

You're sure it feels like coma and not like insulin shock?

It's changed.

Changed places with me.

But Mark said you took your shot.

Forty units ago.

What's the matter?

Somebody substituted water.

Check the other...

30 units.

Rota, 40 units.

Insolent.

Another criterion.

Who has access to that insulin today?

Sandy, cooking in the kitchen. Anyone else?

Two of the girls washed their hair in there while waiting to be questioned.

Who? Carrie in Virginia.

Maybe Rhoda can help us find out which one.

Hey, Chief, she's in no condition to be told. I'm not dead yet.

Rhoda.

Whoever the killer is, she doesn't know what's happened here.

Are you really a good actress?

You name it, I'll play it.

All right, Mark, get that insulin back to the refrigerator.

Make it look as though you never took them out.

And don't let anyone see you.

Hey, Chief, do I get billing on this performance?

Breathe deeply.

You are all a part of each other.

Now raise your left arms slowly.

All right, take a break. The cop is back.

What I have to say concerns the ladies.

I'm afraid we will have to take you all into custody.

I'm sorry.

We'll have to hold you all until we can confirm the information you've given us

on your backgrounds.

You may return to your hotel rooms to pick up any personal articles you may

need, but you must be ready in it.

Somebody help. Somebody help.

Somebody get some

candy. Oh, get some sugar.

Is she all right?

Is she all right? No.

Come on, maybe she's got an ambulance.

That did it just fine.

Thank

you,

Rhoda.

Carrie, you're under arrest.

Me? For what?

For knowing, or at least thinking you knew, that Rhoda's last shot was water.

I don't know what you're talking about.

If the last shot had been water, Rhoda would have been in a coma.

The sugar would have had no visible effect.

You were shocked that it did have.

You don't understand.

stand, don't you?

To protect myself.

See the reviews now.

Love, peace, and brotherhood. The box office smash.

Hey, hurry up. We don't want to miss Rhoda's first number.

Relax, Mark. I never miss a curtain in my life. All right, so don't be nervous.

Who's nervous?

If anybody ought to be nervous, it's the chief.

$900 worth.

Remember, I expect you all to laugh and applaud with thunderous enthusiasm. You

know, we never did get to see a run from supposedly the tragedies. Then we will

all cry.

Take it smart.