A Common Tragedy: Part One

(Curtain comes up revealing a small, plain bedroom with the body of a young lady laying on the bed already covered, and an empty bottle of pills on the nightstand. Standing in the room is Sheriff O'Riely and Charles Flint.) Sheriff: What was your relation to the girl?

Charles: I was her friend, that's all.

Sheriff: Had she ever threatened to kill herself?

Charles: A few times, her step-father…(coroner marches into the room)

Coroner: (To Sheriff) What do we have here?

Sheriff: Looks like a suicide, girl about 15.

Charles: 16, she was 16.

Sheriff: Probably an O.D. on sleeping pills, you see the bottle over there (points to ;the bottle). Pretty boy here found her.

Coroner: (Examines the body some) How did you come to find her?

Charles: I came to pick her up to go to school, when I got no answer at the door, I peeped through the window and saw her there. I forced my way in but she was already dead.

Sheriff: Why did the lack of an answer concern you so much, maybe she was sick?

Charles: Well, she was the type of girl to never miss school, I knew something had to be terribly wrong. (there is an awkward silence as the Sheriff makes some ;notes in his book and the coroner resumes his work)

Coroner: (To Sheriff) She has some bruises around her eyes, someone hit her and hard, possibly with a blunt object.

Sheriff: (To Charles) What do you know about this Charles?

Charles: (Stammering) N-N-Nothing, I swear!

Sheriff: (loudly to Charles) This girl has been beaten and now is dead and your story doesn't seem to make much sense and I want to know what is going on!

Charles: It was her step-father ok! (Fights off some tears) Her step-father beat the hell out of her. One time she threatened to kill herself. He put her in a mental hospital for half a summer! (The other two men look stunned)

Sheriff: (Takes a moment to regain his composure) You had better be able to back up what you just said. (Charles sits on the floor with his head in ;his hands) Look at me when I'm talking to you! Because her step-father is a state senator, if you're wrong, he will make you sorry you were born!

Charles: It's true, I swear!

Sheriff: I hope you know what you are ;getting into. (To Coroner) What else have you found?

Coroner: Well, I found this pill bottle suspicious. The label has been torn off. We don't know what it was, or who it really belonged to.

Sheriff: (Takes bottle) Do you recognize this?

Charles: Yes, they were her Amaxol pills, a sedative, she brought them to school to take with lunch, they kept her calm.

Sheriff: Ok then…

Coroner: (Pauses, looks up) Wait a minute… Amaxol wouldn't cause death unless it was taken in astronomical proportions, so that couldn't be the cause.

Sheriff: (To Charles) There is something that you are not telling us…

Charles: (nervously) I've told you everything, what more do you want?

Sheriff: (Grabs Charles by the collar and brings him to a standing position) Tell me!

Charles: No!

Sheriff: Tell me now or with God as my witness I will put you out of your misery right this second.

Charles: It's cyanide that killed her! (crying now) She couldn't take what her father was doing to her. I hooked her up with a guy who sold poisons…Oh my God! I killed her. (crying worse)

Sheriff: Is there anything else that you are not telling us?

Charles: (Weakly) No. (Sheriff lets him go, he collapses onto the floor) (A door slams and the girl's step-father, Senator Livingston walks into the room)

Senator: What is going on here?

Sheriff: We have some questions we would like to ask you.

Coroner: (Looks up from his work) Your step-daughter is dead, an apparent suicide, however, we have some questions about some bruises on her. That boy (points to Charles) says that you abused her.

Senator: I most certainly did not!

Charles: It's true, she told me everything, it's true!

Senator: I loved her like she was my own!

Charles: Did you love her when you broke her nose? Or what about when you broke that wooden dowel over her head, did you love her then?

Senator: You lying piece of trash! (Hoists Charles up and throws him across the room but the Sheriff and the coroner prevent him from following up.)

Sheriff: (To Senator) You are under arrest for child abuse, you have the right to…

Senator: I know my rights. (Senator is handcuffed and escorted out by the Sheriff) (Sheriff returns)

Sheriff: (Sits down and takes a deep breath to regain his composure) Now Charles, I have to place you under arrest for aiding a suicide, you have the right to…

Charles: (Stunned) What? I was only trying to help her, her life was a living hell, I was only trying to help! He's the one who made her life miserable. (pointing out the door) It was him!

Sheriff: That doesn't matter. Come with me please. (Charles is handcuffed and escorted out by the Sheriff) (The Sheriff returns and the two men resume their work, the coroner looking at the body and Sheriff making notes) ( A scuffle is heard outside, followed by a ;gunshot both men ;rush out and the Sheriff returns with the Senator who has sprinkles of blood on him.)

Sheriff: (To the Hall) Is he dead?

Coroner: (Offstage) Yes, he's dead, a shotgun wound to the chest.

Sheriff: (To Senator) Well, it looks like you can add murder to you charges Senator.

Senator: You'll never get me for child abuse, no evidence without the boy. Speaking of him that "murder" as far as you know and can prove was self-defense. By the way, you may want to put the handcuffs on tighter next time.

Sheriff: (Putting a new pair on) I trusted you, I'll never trust you again. (Shoves the Senator out of the room) (Sheriff sits down on a chair and puts his head in his hands) (Coroner walks in)

Coroner: You ok?

Sheriff: Yeah, but he's right though, with his position and our evidence he won't spend a night in jail.

Coroner: Yep.

Sheriff: You know, it's times like this I wonder if it's worth it. If there is such thing as justice.

Coroner: I think there is, he'll get what's coming to him, it's only a matter of when.

Sheriff: Well, it won't be soon enough for me, for her, or for Charles. (Storms out of the room leaving the coroner in awe, the curtain drops)

A Common Tragedy: Part Two

(Gosa, the lead attorney for Senator Livingston and Whitehall, one of the lead District Attorneys, are negotiating. There are two small chairs in the office, but Gosa has chosen to stand over the desk which Whitehall is sitting at. There are file folders all over the desk and it appears that there has been a great deal of stress in the office lately.)

Gosa: Listen, Mr. Whitehall, we both know that your case against Senator Livingston is weak at best. He is willing to plead guilty to manslaughter one in exchange for dropping this ridiculous child abuse charge and not pushing for any higher charges.

Whitehall: You underestimate our case dramatically. Unless you know something that we don't, your client should be in a lot more trouble than man one. We should at least be discussing murder charges.

Gosa: I'm just telling you that if you do not negotiate with us you will be very sorry.

Whitehall: Ma'am, I didn't kill anyone. Your client did, I'm not going to be sorry.

Gosa: You and I both know Charles is the true aggressor here. We're giving you a break.

Whitehall: I refuse to believe that a 120 lb. kid with handcuffs on would be stupid enough to charge a 300 lb. man with free arms, and if he did, I refuse to believe that he was a serious enough threat to warrant deadly retaliation.

Gosa: Believe what you will, but that is our offer.

Whitehall: The other DA's in the case should be here soon. I'll run it by them, but don't expect anything.

Gosa: I won't and if you need me, I'll be with my client down the hall. Good day. (leaves) (Whitehall buries his head in his work and shortly two other DA's, Mr. Hameron and Mr. Michaels walk into the room)

Whitehall: (staring down at his desk, without looking up) Welcome gentlemen, have a seat. (they oblige) As you know, we have a dilemma on our hands.

Michaels: Dilemma isn't the word for it.

Whitehall: (continues) We have Senator Livingston locked up on a murder and child abuse charge. We get the honor of deciding how to play it. As you know, Livingston's lawyers have offered a manslaughter one plea bargain. In exchange, we drop the child abuse charge and the murder charge.

Hameron: I say take the deal, getting him on a…

Michaels: Take the deal? Are you crazy? This man is a cold-blooded murderer and a child abuser, we can't just let him get off that easy.

Hameron: You are forgetting that the man is a State Senator. A trial with him would be an uphill battle to say the least.

Michaels: I can nail that bastard! Let me go to trial with murder one and child abuse and I can put him away for a long time.

Hameron: It doesn't matter…

Whitehall: Why don't we try a different approach, let's look at the charges one at a time starting with the child abuse charge.

Hameron: It'll never stick. The only people that knew about it are dead. All of the evidence is circumstantial. A grand jury would just laugh at us.

Michaels: What about the bruises? Also, someone at the school had to be told about it. We can go down there and talk to them.

Hameron: I already dif. The district must be determined to cover their own ass because no one heard or saw anything that would indicate that there was abuse taking place. That should figure though, his education reform bill got millions for poor school districts, including the one in question.

Michaels: You are trying to tell me that this bastard pushes a bill through and gets some money for the district, and in exchange, everyone there becomes blind to the pain of a child?

Hameron: It appears so.

Michaels: I can't believe this.

Whitehall: So what about the murder charge?

Michaels: I can have the cop testify that he put the handcuffs on loose, and the forensics team report will indicate that there was no struggle. Also, the breaking of the glass in the case and the getting of the gun indicates premeditation. So, it should be little trouble to stick him with murder one. That's a mandatory life sentence.

Hameron: The Senator had the key, why would he break the glass? Also, we seem to be forgetting something here. It doesn't matter what the jury thinks anymore. If we get a judge that is favorable to Livingston he will find some crock of an excuse to overturn the decision…leaving us with little if anything.

Michaels: (getting angrier with every word) First thing, he didn't have the key handy so the only way to get in the cabinet was to break the glass. Second, any judge who wants to keep his seat will distance himself from this case if he remotely knows the Senator.

Hameron: (matching Michaels' anger) If we cut the deal that they have offered, he spends five years guaranteed in jail; we avoid the media frenzy, the costly trial and the gamble that is the judge situation. It's a sure thing.

Michaels: (Pounds his fist on the corner of the desk) Listen! I have three little girls at home, lovely sweet and innocent. I'd love to go home and tell them that I made the streets just a little safer for them today. I took some scumbag off the streets. However, lately I've been watching as 25% of the perps that walk in here get away either scott free or almost because some cop forgot to read him his rights or there was a typo on the search warrant. I'm tired of people beating and abusing the system. I'm not talking about petty thieves and shoplifters getting off, I'm talking about armed robbers, murderers and rapists, the scum of the earth walking the streets because they got one up on the system. No more, I'm making a stand here and I'm taking a child abuser and a murderer off the streets for a long as I can. You have a daughter don't you?

Hameron: (sneering) Yes, I have one, a little girl of 11 months, my pride and joy. Why?

Michaels: You know that serial rapist that you had come through not to long ago, the one that raped ten little girls.

Hameron: I remember him well.

Michaels: (Talking louder) Good, because I know for a fact that with the deal you cut he will be out in ten years if he behaves himself. Ten years!

Hameron: It was the best I could get under the circumstances.

Michaels: (Calms himself for a second) The circumstances were that you didn't want a trial. (Gets angry again and leans forward into Hameron's face) I hope to hell that when that man gets out, he picks your daughter next, just so you will have some stake in this other than…(Hameron pushes Michaels causing his chair to flip backwards)

Hameron: No one talks about my daughter like that! (Hameron wants to follow up but Whitehall speaks up first.)

Whitehall: Gentlemen, please! This job is hard enough without resorting to physical violence. Just let it go for a second. (Michaels stands up and brushes himself off) Take some deep breaths and let's focus on the job at hand. I'm sure that none of the things said were really meant. Now, let's shake hands and move on. (They lightly shake hands) Here's the problem as I see it. One of you wants to dig in and fight. The other deal with the devil. We can't have it both ways gentlemen. However, Solomon did say, "split the baby in half." Maybe we can split this in half.

Michaels: How so?

Whitehall: We offer a deal for murder 2. Maximum is 25 years. I think his lawyers will be favorable to that.

Michaels: I see no harm in offering, as long as we don't seal the deal just yet.

Hameron: I'm fine with it.

Whitehall: Good. Mrs. Lute, can you come in here a moment. (Mrs. Lute, the secretary steps in through the door) Go down the hall and give the attorneys for Mr. Livingston this note (jots a quick note), wait for their reply and bring it back. (she grabs the note and leaves)

Michaels: You realize murder 2 is a complete farce, if there was any murder it's in the first degree. The breaking of the glass and obtaining the gun shows premeditation.

Whitehall: We can pretend that he did it in the heat of an argument. Besides, it may be our best hope for settling this argument and putting a real piece of trash behind bars.

Hameron: (starts chuckling)

Michaels: What's so funny?

Hameron: I was just reading over some of the things that Senator Livingston has done in the State Senate over his term. Remember that big prison bill a couple of years ago.

Michaels: Yeah, it was all over the news, so what?

Hameron: He speared it through the Senate. In fact, he co-sponsored it. It took away conjugal visits, cigarettes, enforced uniforms and even removed the weight lifting equipment from the gyms.

Michaels: If that gets out while he's in jail…

Hameron: It gets better, last year, he killed a bill to build a new prison to ease overcrowding. He filibustered the damn thing to death despite the support of most of the Senators.

Michaels: He's going to have to watch his back in jail.

Whitehall: Perhaps, but you are forgetting something important. This bill made the lives of several people high up in the prison system a lot easier. There are some wardens and higher-ups very glad for what he did.

Hameron: Do you think they'll protect him?

Whitehall: You seemed convinced that judges would protect him, why not a Warden?

Hameron: Hmm (a knock is heard on the door, the secretary comes back in and drops a note off on the desk but doesn't leave the room) (Whitehall picks it up and reads it)

Whitehall: "Murder 2 is negotiable" what the hell does that mean?

Hameron: Beats me.

Whitehall: Mrs. Lute, bring Livingston's attorneys here if you could. (she nods and leaves)

Michaels: What does he want, preferential treatment?

Whitehall: It beats me.

Hameron: Is it possible the Senator did it in self-defense?

Michaels: No, what's brought that on?

Hameron: Charles was not very balanced going into that room, even though he was cuffed he may have tried to attack the Senator.

Michaels: Two things: one, Charles was handcuffed, he wasn't much of a threat to the UN-cuffed Senator and two, all the Senator had to do was call for help and the two officers just outside would have come in.

Hameron: I guess so, I'm just trying to cover all of the bases because I have a bad feeling about all of this.

Michaels: Me too, but we can't dwell. (There is a brief silence but soon there is a tapping at the door and Ms. Gosa, Senator Livingston's attorney enters the room but remains standing)

Whitehall: I thought the Senator had three Lawyers, not one.

Gosa: The other two have gone back to base so to speak for research. I have been authorized to make decisions unilaterally until they return.

Whitehall: Very well, I'll cut to the chase, what do you mean by negotiable?

Gosa: We'll settle for murder two but we want him up for parole in ten.

Whitehall: Ma'am, you realize that there are laws and that a violent offender has to serve a certain percent of his sentence before coming up for parole and ten years will not meet that requirement.

Gosa: Very well, then I guess there is no use in me being here.

Whitehall: We might be able to negotiate something else.

Gosa: You are either willing and able to offer that deal right now or I have nothing to be here for.

Whitehall: I'm willing to make the deal, but I would need special permission from a judge to impose such a sentence. So, it appears I am unable.

Gosa: Then I'll have the Senator return to his cell for the rest of the day, afternoon gentlemen. If you were wise, you would take this deal.

Whitehall: Maybe another night in jail will do him some good and wizen him up a little. We could have him for murder one, we're the ones being generous here.

Gosa: Afternoon. (walks out)

Hameron: I've just gone back on view, I think we should fight it out.

Whitehall: Very well, a decision has been made, Michaels, find out everything that happened in that room from the time Charles arrived to his death, I want to know: what he said, where he stood, where he sat and even when and if he went to the bathroom. Hameron, your job is to find any connection between the Senator and Charles you can find. I don't care if they just passed on the street once, I want to know about it…. (there is a knock at the door) (Mrs. Lute comes in and leaves a note on the desk) (Whitehall reads it and is visibly surprised)

Hameron: What does it say?

Whitehall: The Senator has been released!

Hameron: How?

Whitehall: The forensics report came back. They're saying Charles broke the glass somehow and it was self-defense. (Michaels buries his head in a file folder)

Hameron: That's bull! The boy was handcuffed, what did he do, ram it open with his head? I think that would have been obvious.

Whitehall: All that it says is that Charles was the clear aggressor, probably broke the glass and was killed attacking the Senator.

Hameron: I don't believe this. What did he do? Donate a new lab to the forensics team, new microscopes, what is it?

Michaels: Try computers, he sponsored a bill that got the state forensics team over two million in new computers. These computers are touted for helping catch the cross-road rapist and the back-woods murderer.

Hameron: (cups his head in his hands) I don't believe this, I understand what you were talking about earlier Michaels and I apologize for going against you for so long. We can go after the team, we can get an independent analysis and prove that this was a fix, we can put an end to this… (Whitehall is shaking his head side to side)

Whitehall: He's won. The evidence has probably been destroyed. If we tried to put him on trial, all his defense would have to do is introduce this report to evidence and then we could never nail him. He's free.

Hameron: I don't care what you say. I'm going to fight. This bastard is doing his time like everyone else, and I'm going to take those cocky bastards at the forensics department down a notch.

Whitehall: You can try, but you are messing with people a lot more powerful than you, tread carefully.

Hameron: I'll tread where I have to! (storms out) (an awkward silence falls over the room)

Whitehall: What are you going to tell your girls tonight?

Michaels: Probably that daddy has quit his job. (walks out) (Whitehall just sits there for a moment then crumples up the note he was handed, throws it away, opens a folder and starts reading)

(curtain falls)

A Common Tragedy: Part Three

(The setting is a small break room with scattered tables and chairs centered around a small television. In the room are three lab workers at the Livingston Crime Laboratory: Richardson, Daniels and Smith. They are eagerly watching the TV)

Television Reporter: With two weeks to go until the election, incumbent Senator John Livingston has come from a twenty point deficit to obtain a slight lead on his opponent, local businessman Rob Anderson. This is despite the incident a year ago in which Livingston was arrested and subsequently released for his involvement in the death of a young boy and the apparent suicide of his step-daughter. Allegations of murder and child abuse have subsided in the face of a booming economy. Most political analysts say the public at large has forgiven the Senator and that we can expect to see him in the state house for another six years…

(Cheering erupts from the viewers followed by high-fives and a few playful hugs)

Richardson: Did you hear that!? In the lead, I didn't know the man could do it. Man! I am impressed. (Gets up and turns the television off)

Daniels: I knew he could. He'll be back in office and before we know it, it's going to get a lot better around here.

(Enter Davis)

Davis: What the hell is going on in here?

Richardson: Ah, nothing man, we're just celebrating our man Livingston taking the lead in the polls. We're really routing for that guy.

Davis: Yeah, the place is named after him. I guess you would be.

Daniels: Yes, he is the man. Got us all of this cool gear, we have been busting criminals left and right lately…

Davis: It's amazing that more conspiracy theories weren't raised about tampering with his involvement in this place. It's a good thing you guys followed everything by the book or this place would still be crawling with feds.

(The mood changes in the room to a more sullen one, subtle lighting changes act thusly)

Smith: Yeah, right…

Davis: There isn't any truth to the rumors is there? I mean. Come on guys, I know you did things by the book, right?

Smith: Kid, how long have you been working here?

Davis: Five months.

Smith: Then don't bother with it because it doesn't effect you.

Davis: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I have a right to know the truth about the place in which I work. You said if I have any questions just ask. I have one now, what's the deal here?

Daniels: Ok. listen, four years ago this place was on the verge of being shut down. The state government saw no need to keep this lab up. All of the evidence that we process here could have been shipped to the main lab in the capital just as easily. Well, Senator Livingston stepped up to bat for us and, as a part of his "get tough on crime" bill, kept this place alive and even updated it.

Davis: So why didn't you use all of this equipment to nail him for his crime…

Smith: (holding back anger) Because, you don't bite the hand that feeds you…

Richardson: Hey, look around. We've got the best computers. Our own electron microscope, and even our own DNA testing lab. There are departments in other states wanting our help. We are easily the most advanced lab in this part of the nation.

Daniels: Besides, as soon as we lose Livingston's support this place will either be shut down and combined with the other, or they'll move here. Either way we lose our leadership of the lab.

Davis: Let me get this straight. You let a child abuser and a murderer go because he gave you some equipment and pledged his ever-loving support.

Daniels: We had to protect our jobs. It's hard to find work in this profession…

Davis: (furious) This is sick!! This is the biggest load of crap I have ever seen. I can't believe that people like you, sworn to protect the public let one of it's worst pieces of scum not only go free but back into public office.

Smith: (getting in Davis' face, shouting) You will be grateful for what you have you little snot-nosed punk! You come in here all holier-than-thou. You will not ruin what we have worked for, so sit down, shut up and enjoy the fruits of our deeds! Just be grateful!

Davis: (shoves Smith out of his face knocking him back a few paces) I will not! I will not be grateful for the gifts from a murderer. Why don't you just ask me to drink the blood of a child and treat it like it's wine! It's poison, it's all poison! Can't you see all your equipment and every case you win is tainted with the blood of two children! Don't you see how sick this is!

Smith: You will not ruin this for us! (charges in and punches Davis knocking him on the ground, begins to kick him on the ground while yelling) We've worked too hard for this to let some little twerp fresh out of school spoil it all! I'll kill you before I let you take it away! (He is pulled off by the other two men)

Davis (Checks his face for blood) I bet you'd get away with it too!

Richardson: (shouting) Gentlemen! Calm down! Settle down! Take it easy! (motions to Daniels) Get him out of here, we can talk to him!

Smith: (Being forcefully removed by Daniels) You and your God-damned ideals! You little college punk! When are you going to learn that you have to let go of them! When are you going to wise up! (Fighting harder as he gets closer to the door) There are murderers and thieves loose all over the country! The world isn't going to be ideal! Deal with it! (Is thrown from the room and locked out)

Davis: (shouting at the door) If we lose our ideals, the scum of the planet go free and rise to run the land you are supposed to defend!

Daniels: (calmly) Calm down now, we can talk about this rationally…

Davis: What's there to talk about?

Richardson: (calmly as well) Listen to reason, it's in the past. You had nothing to do with it and never will. It's over, it's said and done. Forget about it. In two weeks the people will elect him for another term, if the people still have faith in him he can't be all bad.

Davis: The reason the public still believes in him is because of the lies you've fed it.

Daniels: Listen in two weeks it will all be over, how about you take some time off to forget about this whole ordeal. Come on, it's paid time and I won't even dock you sick leave… You just need some time to get things into focus.

Davis: What is there to get into focus? Because of you guys, two kids are dead and the person responsible for their deaths is not only free but he is going to be elected again to public office.

Richardson: He's a very powerful man. He can help us catch many more criminals.

Davis: You're just using that as an excuse…. it's just something to make you feel good about what you are doing…

Richardson: No I'm not, with the equipment he got us we've caught criminals that might have otherwise gotten away. Because of this lab there are countless rapists, murderers and hardened criminals in jail that would otherwise be patrolling your neighborhood.

Daniels: Besides, think about it. Livingston's harmless, he's not going to break into your home, kill your children and rape your wife. He got put in a bad situation….

Davis: Yeah, he beat his step-daughter and killed a young boy. He sure was put in a bad situation.

Daniels: Ok, even we can't prove if he really beat his step-daughter or not. But she killed herself, that was her choice. Our evidence does show that Charles did attack the Senator first. The way we see it, anyone might have done what the Senator did.

Davis: You are trying to tell me that a handcuffed boy who is half the size of the Senator was enough of a threat to warrant lethal force. Please… this is nothing but a pathetic excuse. Who the hell are you trying to convince… me or yourself?

Richardson: (Getting in Davis' face) Listen, this is the real world. Look around you, this isn't college, boy. Criminals get off every day. We wanted to cut down on the number of perps that are walking. So, we made a deal with a demon. More equipment and more help will translate into fewer criminals walking free later on.

Davis: It also results in more money for you, doesn't it? (Richardson sighs and takes a few steps away)

Daniels: You just don't understand, this is a win-win situation. We win, Livingston wins and even society wins. The only people who suffer because of it are dead anyway.

Davis: Do you know how many late nights I've spent wondering if a corpse can feel. (Walks toward Daniels) Just because someone's dead doesn't mean they don't feel anything or don't seek justice.

Daniels: (looking toward Richardson) And you said the kid didn't have any sense of religion? (facing Davis) Listen punk… they're dead, you might as well forget them and move on with your life. Now get out of my face, kindly…

Davis: (very angry) First of all, just because I acknowledge that there's more to a person than mind and body doesn't mean I believe in a higher power. So, don't even drag religion into this, because I will shoot your hypocritical little ass right down. Secondly, what about the family… huh? That boy had a father and a mother.

Daniels: (trying to keep calm) You really are trying to push your luck aren't you? You know his parents loved Charles about as much as Senator Livingston himself. They just wanted to crap on him and kick him to the curb. They're probably glad he's dead.

Davis: So you think that makes it ok?

Daniels: (pauses) No, but it makes it an acceptable evil….

Davis: (explodes with rage) Acceptable in who's mind? Yours, his, (points to Richardson) who? You claim to believe in a God and here you are playing him! (Daniels goes to strike Davis but Davis throws him to the floor. Richardson tries to come from behind to grab Davis but is backhanded by Davis and sent to the floor as well. Smith charges in from the hall and manages to take Davis down but Davis slides to his feet before any further blows can be delivered)

Davis: (Yelling) Don't you see what you are doing? Don't you see how wrong this is? You are destroying the memory of two children just so you can get what you want in the world. Capturing more criminals and making the streets safer is nothing but a side-effect in your mind isn't it. As long as you have money in your pocket and a healthy retirement fund you are happy! You guys are so full of it! I just wish you could see it!

Daniels: (getting off of the floor) (yelling as well) Perhaps, but why can’t you see what a powerful side-effect that is. Believe what you want about us, but you can not deny the good it will do the world.

Davis: You people make me sick. The very sight of you makes me want to vomit. I'm out of here. If I ever smell the foul stench of this place again I may choke… (walks toward the door)

Daniels: (Just as Davis gets to the door) You walk through that door there is no coming back…

Davis: (Doesn't even turn around) Good, the last thing I want is a return ticket to hell (walks through)

Richardson: (to Daniels) Do you think he's any kind of threat to us?

Daniels: (checks for blood on his face) Nah, he's just some dumb kid right out of college. He won't even be able to find a lawyer to take the case. Trust me, we'll never hear from him again, except to pick up his last check.

Richardson: I hope you're right, that kid's got a fire the likes of which I've never seen…

Daniels: True, but fire is easily extinguished…

(curtain falls)

A Common Tragedy: Part Four

(The scene is Michaels' new law office. It's in rather poor shape, full of books and such but in need of repair. Michaels is sitting behind a desk rummaging through some papers when Davis walks in carrying a file folder)

Davis: Might I have a word with you sir?

Michaels: I guess so, I don’t seem to have an appointment for a while. What have you done?

Davis: I didn’t come to talk about me, rather, I came to talk about an old friend.

Michaels: A friend of mine or of yours?

Davis: Both

Michaels: Then who is he?

Davis: Senator Livingston. (There is a brief moment of tension as Michaels looks up at Davis but says nothing) I know you are an opponent of his and I thought I could talk to you about him.

Michaels: (looking back at his work) that case has been closed for some time now.

Davis: But I have new evidence…

Michaels: (getting angrier but not looking up) Then go to the police.

Davis: But they are the enemy.

Michaels: (trying to avoid yelling) Then I guess you have a problem don’t you?

Davis: (heavy sigh) Listen, I know how much you hate this guy, I know how you wanted to bust him as an assistant DA, I know you led a crusade against him for months after the crime and that you are still today a political opponent of his. Trust me, you are going to want to see what I have.

Michaels: (clinching teeth) Listen, that case is closed and it shall remain as such, there is nothing that you or anyone else can do about it.

Davis: (raising his voice) I want to bring him down too, I know the truth!

Michaels: (gets up and leans over the desk) You have no business here. Please leave immediately. I am now a defense attorney now. If you ever have trouble with the law, please stop by but otherwise good day and let me finish my work!

Davis: (begins to head out, Michael's eases back into his seat, Davis stops halfway) Just answer me one question, why did you stop?

Michaels: Dates and politics.

Davis: Pardon, I don't understand.

Michaels: (buries his nose in his work again) About five years ago the McCarthy Bill was passed. This set the statue of limitations on all alleged crimes committed by state elected officials to one year. This was designed to protect political careers from repeated false allegations. This stems from the fact Senator McCarthy's comrade Congressman Smithson was a victim of repeated allegations of soliciting prostitutes though none were true. However, he was still voted out of office.

Davis: I see… well, that's a crock of…

Michaels: (stands up and raises his voice) You know, I counted the days, I counted the God-damned days. I have it marked on this calendar here, (walks over to it and flips one page back) it's been one month almost exactly since it expired. I fought right up until that day.

Davis: Is there anyway around it?

Michaels: Well, to prevent it from being completely illegal they added a clause in it so that should new evidence appears the prosecutors can go before a judge in a closed-door session to present the evidence, if the judge gives the ok, then the case is re-opened.

Davis: That's great, we can go before a…

Michaels: This is where politics comes in, (walks closer to Davis) no judge is going to open a case against a State Senator. It's a "you scratch my back" deal. Everyone wants favors and everyone wants to be owed favors. It's simple, two kids are killed, a year goes by, they are forgotten and lost in the legal shuffle. It's a tragedy, but it's a common tragedy.

Davis: So just like that (snaps fingers), you’ve given up. Now you won't even look at what I got?

Michaels: Don't you see it doesn't matter? No one cares what's in the envelope, this world revolves around money and power, not truth.

Davis: I can't believe this. You have given up. You've sold out. You've quit! I came to you because I thought you believed in things, I thought you believed in justice, in rights and…

Michaels: (grabs Davis by the collar) I did believe in those things. Look what it got me. (Shakes him) Look! A crappy office in the back of an alley, outdated law books and debt so high I can barely see the sunrise. This is what justice got me! (shoves him to the ground)

Davis: (looks up) So it's that simple is it? You lose a battle or two and surrender the war. It's no wonder American justice is just a dream if you are one of the keepers of it. Look at what you do now. You make a living off of keeping criminals out of jail. (gets up) How many Livingston's have walked free because of you?

Michaels: I provide a necessary and constitutionally required service.

Davis: You don't believe that so how do you expect me? You can't even live with yourself can you? I see the lack of sleep in your eyes. This isn't what you want to do…

Michaels: (sits on his desk and hangs his head) I quit the DA's office in disgrace, I couldn't get the job done, the system was working against me as it always has. At least here I can do my job.

Davis: (walking closer to him) I am giving you in this envelope a chance at redemption. True it is only a chance, but won't you at least take that chance.

Michaels: Livingston is a state senator, I am just a lowly defense attorney. I can give you names of people who will eat whatever is in the file up and will have the power…

Davis: (yelling) I want you to do it dammit!

Michaels: (shouts) Why!? Why me? What is so special about me that you came out to the bad part of town just to see me and turn your crusade over to me? Why?

Davis: (calmly) Because it's not my crusade, it's yours. You're a wounded warrior, you lost a battle but you are ready to try again, I know this.

Michaels: (shouting) You don't know me one damn…

Davis: (shouting to top Michaels but getting softer) I know you wanted him bad and still do. No one knows this man better than you. No one has dreamed about him being in jail more than you and no one, no one, wants this as much as you.

Michaels: (staring at the floor) I've given up on wanting the impossible.

Davis: Then there are two dead kids that will never see justice.

Michaels: I've watched Livingston destroy so many lives. Not just the two in question but so many others. He has been careless with his laws, he's run people out of business, turned communities to dust and trashed whole towns with just a stroke of his pen. What's worse is that there's never anyone there to speak out against him.

Davis: Then be that voice…

Michaels: I can't! Don't you get it! I'm one of those lives. I had it made before I heard his name and now look, I'm trapped in this hell known as a law office when I could be living the American dream kissing the DA's ass.

Davis: There are a lot of "I"s in there.

Michaels: So?

Davis: Doesn't that seem selfish to you. But, don't you forget that it was you who quit the DA's office.

Michaels: (yelling) I couldn't get the job done!

Davis: (matching volume) So that's the way it is! One big failure and you're out? I don't understand you. You've turned your back on all that's sacred because of one lost battle. The war must go on!

Michaels: One criminal on the street is one too many. Livingston is among the worst, you will get no argument from me on that note. But I can't stand to see people like that go free…

Davis: So you become a defense attorney, that makes a lot of sense.

Michaels: I deal with shoplifters, not murderers.

Davis: So that's how you rationalize it? That's pathetic. Just face it, you've become what you hate.

Michaels: Perhaps, but I'm useless on the other side…

Davis: Useless because you failed?

Michaels: Yes… (softly) yes…

Davis: Then take my advice, (drops the folder on his desk) redeem yourself. (exits)

(Curtain Falls)

A Common Tragedy: Part Five

(The scene takes place in Judge Samson’s chambers. Samson is sitting behind a nice oak desk with Michaels sitting in one chair on the opposite side holding the envelope from ACT 4. In a corner of the room, Gosa and two of her co-workers are chatting)

Samson: Ladies and Gentlemen if we can please begin these proceedings I would be very happy. I do have a court to run you know. (Gosa sits down leaving her companions standing)

Michaels: Well, first of all, I do believe that the McCarthy Bill clearly states that the defendant may have one of his attorneys present, not three. Can we please even the odds some here your honor?

Samson: He’s right Mrs. Gosa, your friends have to go. (Gosa raises a hand and the two gentlemen leave) As I am sure you know we are here because the McCarthy Bill states that such a congregation is needed to re-open a case against a sitting state official. Mr. Michaels, you are the reason we are here. Please tell us what new evidence you have.

Michaels: (Confidently but calmly) The evidence is in this envelope your honor. (Holds up envelope)

Samson: That’s nice of you to package it so nicely, but could you please tell us what’s in it. (Gosa grins at the comment)

Michaels: (Pauses a moment and stares at Samson) I was getting to that. In here is the original forensics report before higher-ups at the lab doctored it. (Drops envelope on the desk, Samson pulls out the contents and thumbs through them) You can tell the authenticity of the documents by the date and time stamp at the bottom. It was filed three and a half-hours before the one the police saw. It was done by some new guy at the lab who has been since transferred to God-knows-where. It clearly states that the Senator was the aggressor in the bedroom when the shooting took place. It proves that the death of that boy was nothing short of cold-blooded homicide.

Samson: Very interesting report. Gosa, your thoughts on the issue?

Gosa: (Opens her briefcase) I have a motion to suppress the evidence. (hands a paper to Samson) The evidence was obtained illegally by an ex-employee of the lab without a search warrant or any other legal grounds to remove the papers. In essence, they were stolen.

Samson: hmmm

Michaels: Your honor, while all of that was true, he had probable reason to suspect that a crime was taking place. After all, he was told all about it and henceforth had reason to swipe that file.

Gosa: That rule only applies to police officers and people acting in an official capacity for the law. Your friend was neither at the time.

Michaels: (Raising his voice) Your honor, if we allow this to stand, a cold-blooded killer will not only go free, but be allowed to stay in public office making the laws that he has broken.

Gosa: (Matching volume) Your honor, if we don’t allow this, then people will just start breaking into each other’s houses in search of evidence to convict each other of crimes.

Samson: (Raising his hands, talking softly and coolly) Calm down people. Calm down. Gosa is right on this one Mr. Michaels. That evidence is inadmissible as it is. Either you think of something else, conjure up new evidence or this meeting is over.

Michaels: (Shouting) Give me a minute to think! Just give me a goddamned minute. (Sits back in his chair)

Gosa: (Leans into Michaels a little) Think all you want but that evidence will not be allowed in a rational courtroom as long as I’m around.

Michaels: (Long Pause) (Softly) You’re wrong. (Louder) You’re wrong. (Almost yelling) You are wrong!

Samson: I assume you have something for us then Mr. Michaels.

Michaels: Yes I do. The gentleman in question, Mr. Davis, was an employee of the lab at the time he removed the papers.

Gosa: Mr. Michaels are you delusional? He quit his job just before storming out to steal the papers. There’s no secret of that, no shortage of witnesses either. How can you try to convince anyone that he was an employee?

Michaels: I don’t know for sure, but I feel certain that it works the same in that lab as it does any government agency or any corporation. You are required to give a two-week notice before leaving. This allows for paychecks to be dealt with and give the employers an opportunity to find a replacement. He may not have been working there but he was employed by that lab! (Shouting and pointing a finger at Gosa) You can’t deny that now can you?

Samson: hmmmm….

Gosa: That is completely irrelevant, he was not acting in the official capacity of his job, which is required for that evidence to be legal.

Michaels: He found out about a crime, dug up evidence to bring authorities closer to a conclusion and he gave it to the right people in order to bring it to light. I think that fits his job description to the T.

Gosa: (shouting) He gave the evidence to YOU! You’re just a bargain-basement defense attorney. I’d hardly call the likes of you the proper authorities.

Michaels: (sitting back calmly) This is a rare occurrence where the police would not have been the best people and since the DA’s office has officially given up on the case, taking this evidence to them would have done no good. I am the only person who worked on the first case who is not currently at the DA’s office. I was the logical choice.

Gosa: This is a complete crock of….

Samson: People please! My mind is made up. I don’t want a headache on top of everything else. The evidence is admissible. But don’t worry Mrs. Gosa, you still can try to prove why it’s not enough to re-open the file. (Motions with his hand for her to speak)

Gosa: (Draws a Breath) I…. Well, for beginners this report of yours could have been faked. Mr. Davis did have a motive to lash out against Livingston. He also had the means and the time to conjure up just such a report.

Michaels: First of all, he had no such motive, he only had a problem with the lab and lashing out at Livingston would have done nothing to cure that ill. Secondly, the time stamp at the bottom of the first page clearly indicates the time that this report was filed as well as the date. He couldn’t have done it.

Gosa: He had access to the time clock the same as everything else.

Michaels: Those clocks are very much like the clocks used in more major corporations, they are designed to be tamper-proof. To alter one of them in this manner would have taken a lot of tools and a lot of time, Davis had neither.

Gosa: You’re trying to convince me that a man who became a Doctor of Medical Sciences at the age of 23 was not smart enough to take apart that clock, change the date and time, punch the form in and be gone in a timely manner?

Michaels: His specialty was not in that area. To quote a famous line "Dammit Jim he’s a doctor not a mechanic"…

Samson: (Raising a hand to silence Gosa) Please, don’t bother. You’re case along those lines is falling through. You had better come up with a new defense and quick.

Gosa: (meekly) I…. I… I have nothing more that I can say your honor.

Samson: My mind is made up then. I am re-opening the case. I have no choice. In the light of the new evidence it’s the only logical conclusion I can reach. Mrs. Gosa, you are free to go, however, I would like to speak with Mr. Michaels for a moment. (Gosa hesitantly gets up and exits)

Michaels: What do you want from me?

Samson: A favor.

Michaels: Ok…

Samson: (Leans in) I want you to promise me that you will nail him. I’ll pull some strings and see to it that you are allowed to help the DA prosecute this case. It shouldn’t be much trouble with your background. However, in return you must promise me that you will get a conviction and make it stick.

Michaels: (Confused) Why?

Samson: (Serious tone) I have a wife, three kids, a mortgage, three cars, a boat, a dog and a goldfish. Senator Livingston, if he's allowed to, will certainly take all of that away from me. If he is allowed to continue in office he will apply pressure and I will lose my job and from that I will lose everything. If you send him to jail, he can’t do that. So please, send him to jail. I’m begging you.

Michaels: First of all, Livingston has taken everything I thought I had already. I’m not dead, I’m not crying, life goes on. It may not be as glorious as before, but it does go on. Secondly, I can’t guarantee a conviction, but I will do everything I can to protect those things that you hold dear. But I won’t do it for you; this one is for me. (Gets up suddenly and walks as if to leave, Gosa passes him on the way out but turns around as if to speak to Michaels)

Gosa: I hope you are happy with your victory. You must realize that it will get you nowhere. If it by some miracle makes it to trial I will have so many motions ready you could swim in them. (Michaels doesn’t turn around to face her)

Michaels: (Long sigh) (Whips around hard, points a finger in Gosa’s face and raises his voice) I only have two things to say to you. The first is that you are protecting scum. You’re defending a child abuser and a murderer. I don’t think that I have to tell you, it’s only a matter of time before he gets what he deserves. The second thing is this, you may be Johnny Cochrane in a skirt. You may be the best lawyer in this state, but to me you will always be a snobby little spoiled bitch and I’ll testify to that under oath. Good day…

(Exit Michaels followed after a while by Gosa)

A Common Tragedy: Part Six

(The scene is a standard courtroom. At the back is a tall judge’s bench, on either side and toward the office there are two tables. The one at the left seating the prosecution and the one on the right seating the defense. Michaels and an assistant DA are sitting at the prosecutor’s table and Gosa and Livingston are seated at the defense side. It’s closing arguments in the trial and Michaels steps up to give his speech.)

Judge: Mr. Michaels you have five minutes to make your closing arguments.

Michaels: (playing to the audience as if it was a jury) Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Far more than one man is on trial today. Our entire legal system that we hold dear hangs in the balance. For far too long a grave injustice has been allowed to take place simply because of the influence of power and money. If this grave injustice is allowed to be carried any longer, then we are saying to the world that our sense of justice, our way of life and all the things we built this nation on mean nothing in the face of a government office. You have seen the evidence, it’s plainly clear that Livingston is guilty. You have also seen how he has covered it up, obscuring the truth (voice crescendo) and even outright lying (calming down) to keep himself from justice. I for one will not let this continue and neither should you. The only way to vote is to vote guilty and if that man (points to Livingston) walks free after this trial, may God help this nation and it’s values for they are both clearly dead. (Sitting down)

Judge: Ms. Gosa, you have the same.

Gosa: (Getting up and beginning her speech) Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. With all of the talk of justice and truth, with all of the talk of fairness and decency, has it occurred to anyone that my client is the victim? Imagine, you come home to find a girl you had nurtured as if she was your daughter dead of a suicide and an understandably distraught young man accusing you of child abuse not realizing nor caring about the truth of the matter because of his rage over the death of his friend. Then, this boy attacks you and in the struggle you kill him. Now you are faced with charges of child abuse AND murder. But the charges are dropped; the nightmare seems to be over. Then, after many years two of your political enemies don’t find, but conjure up new evidence, in an attempt to take your freedom away from you simply because they were not happy with your political decisions. If you can fathom that reality, you can grasp what my client is going through. He doesn’t deserve to be locked up; he deserves an apology. He is no more guilty of these crimes than you or I. To lock him up would be to let him become a victim once more, and this time, to rob him of his life.

Judge: Mr. Michaels, you have two minutes for a rebuttal.

Michaels: (standing up and facing the jury) It’s ironic that Ms. Gosa would call her client the victim. It’s also quite laughable. Take a good look at Senator Livingston, (motioning toward him) he feels pain, he feels joy, he feels love and he feels hate. He feels these things because he’s alive. Two people no longer feel these things because of that man, one by suicide because of his abuse and the other by the bullet from his gun. With all this talk about victims, I just wish that the victims could talk to you. (Sits down)

Judge: Jury you have your instructions, you are to find Senator Livingston either guilty or not guilty on the charges of child abuse and first degree murder. I wish you the best of luck and may your decision be truthful. Court is in recess until they arrive with the verdict (pounds gavel). (Everyone stands up, gets their papers together and starts talking over each other, enter Davis who walks up to Michaels)

Davis: Great job on the case (pat on the back) I was really impressed. It looks to be a lock to me I don’t see a way in hell the Senator can escape this one.

Michaels: (ordering his papers) Don’t be so sure, if he gets let off it won’t be the first bad verdict a jury has given.

Davis: I saw the way they were listening to you compared to Gosa, they were paying far more attention to you. They seemed to find truth in your words.

Michaels: Listen, not to be offensive, but you don’t know anything about being a lawyer or how to tell what a jury is thinking. Leave that to me.

Davis:: (backing off some) Fine, fine, fine…. So what do YOU think?

Michaels: The evidence is overwhelming. I just hope I made it understandable enough for the jury. Your testimony was also a big help. I’m just amazed you didn’t crack under cross-examination.

Davis: (Glancing at Gosa) She was tough man, but your advice on how to get everything in order helped me not only answer her but show her every detail. One might say I put her on the defensive.

Michaels: (Enter Whitehall) One might… (To Whitehall) Mr. Whitehall… how are you? This is a surprise.

Whitehall: Please call me James. You did a wonderful job Michaels. Listen, I know you are under contract for just this one trial but Hughes, my lead assistant, is leaving me. I was wondering if you’d consider taking a full-time job with the DA again. We could really use you and your talents. It’s not just a re-hiring, it’s a great promotion.

Michaels: (Hangs his head in thought for a second and pauses) I’ll think about it, ask me after the trial is done and I’ll see how I feel then ok?

Whitehall: Ok. (Turns to walk away then turns back around to face Michaels again) One more thing, Livingston is toast, you nailed him to the wall. It’s just great to see a good prosecutor in action and I’d like to see more of that (wink). (exits) (there is a long pause where nothing is said) (Gosa comes over to talk to Michaels)

Gosa: You realize that even IF you win this round, I can always appeal.

Michaels: (Doesn’t even look up at her) On what grounds?

Gosa: You can name it, the judge didn’t like us, the jury was biased, this case reeks of grounds for appeal. I’m telling you, you cannot convict this man…

Davis: (interjecting) That’s where you are wrong. Not only will this man (points to Michaels) convict Livingston here today, no judge is going to stick up for a jailed Senator. He’s going to find out how few real friends he has.

Gosa: (turning to Davis) Now that’s where YOU are wrong…

Michaels: (intervening, shouting) How much money are you making from this Gosa!? How many of tens of thousands of dollars have you earned on this case? I hope it was a lot, I hope you’ve made millions because not only have you sold your soul, but the lease ends today. (slams briefcase shut, hangs head) I should know, I sold mine for pennies on the dollar. (Sits down) (Exit Gosa and Davis) (After another pause the judge returns to his bench)

Judge: I have been informed that the jury has reached a verdict in the case of the State vs. Senator Livingston, this court is now in order. (Everyone takes their seat) Foreman, will you please read the verdict to the court. (Enter Foreman)

Foreman: (slowly opens envelope, slides out the card, glances at it, looks up, glances again) We hereby find the defendant, Sen. Livingston GUILTY on the charge of first degree murder and GUILTY on the charge of abuse of a minor. (murmurs of excitement are heard all around, however, Michaels, Livingston and Gosa sit unmoving)

Judge: Order! (pounding gavel) ORDER!!! (murmurs die down)

Foreman: Your honor, the jury also has a statement it would like to read before the court with your permission (judge nods). We the people of this jury are appalled not only at this heinous crime but the flagrant abuse of power used to cover it up. We deeply hope for a swift and harsh punishment to beset this gentleman before us now. We ask for that in the name of the two people who’s lives he stole far too early as much as ourselves. Please let justice work against Livingston as strongly as he has twisted it to work for him.

Judge: All rise! (everyone complies) It is about time for this court to close so I will have to sentence you tomorrow. This court is adjourned until 10 AM tomorrow (pounds gavel) (Senator Livingston sits down and sips his water while Gosa and Michaels are sorting papers, suddenly Livingston starts to choke and eventually falls out of his chair onto the floor. Everyone huddles around him and is wondering what is going on, Davis charges in out of nowhere)

Davis: Get aside. I’m a doctor. I’m a doctor. (Everyone moves back some, he slides in and checks his breathing and his pulse. He gets a pained look on his face) (Softly) He’s dead. (Louder) He’s dead (Almost yelling) I don’t believe it, he’s dead!

Michaels: (anxious) How did he die, can you tell?

Davis: (sniffs above Livingston’s lips) (near shout) Cyanide. (Softly) Cyanide, a classic. That bastard…

Michaels: (shouting) How did he get the pills! Who gave him those pills? Was it in the water, where? Who gave him the…

Davis: (stands up and grabs Michaels) It doesn’t matter right now. (Hangs head) It’s over…

(The scene begins to disperse as Gosa leaves and Livingston’s body is carried off stage by the Foreman and two others. The judge leaves and only Davis and Michaels are left) (Michaels is just hanging his head while Davis is pacing some)

Davis: We should be happy. We won.

Michaels: No, we didn’t. We didn’t win anything. Our lives are STILL ruined, two kids are still dead and Livingston was never punished for it. We won nothing.

Davis: You got the conviction. He was so afraid of being punished he killed himself.

Michaels: That’s not why he killed himself. He had a nice house, a dog, a world-famous gun collection and even a nice car. He didn’t fear being punished as much as he feared being separated from those things, the things he truly loved. Prison would have meant nothing if he could have taken those things with him.

Davis: Maybe… (enter Whitehall)

Whitehall: I know this may not be the best time to ask but, how do you feel about the job offer?

Michaels: (Takes a long pause) I don’t know, I really don’t know. If I go back I sell my soul, if I come to you I wind up in constant defeat. Which is the lesser of the two pains, I don’t know. All that I do know is that I’m going to go to sleep tonight and in the morning maybe things will be clearer.

Whitehall: Well, you know where you can reach me. I would still love to have…

Michaels: (Raises hand to silence Whitehall) I know. We’ll see. (Whitehall exits)

Davis: So this is it I guess, this is how the tale ends, two lonely heroes in defeat.

Michaels: If we’re heroes, then I can see why there are so few. I don’t want it anymore that’s for sure.

Davis: Maybe we’re not heroes. But you can’t deny the fact we were brave and daring in the face of overwhelming odds to fight the forces of evil.

Michaels: You can view it that way if you want. But I’m going to call a spade a spade. (picks up his briefcase) It’s a tragedy and we are the last of its victims still alive. That’s all it is, that’s all it will ever be… (exits)

Davis: (aside to the audience) My father told me that tragedies never die, they just grow bigger over time. I learned in school that some cuts never heal and I learned in high school that sometimes you simply can’t repair what is broken. Maybe that’s the case here my friends, maybe…




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