Act 1 Flashcards
Annie:
All I’ve done all day is perspire.
I bet you aren’t perspiring like that boy who was tried.
Guard:
Just knock.
(Door is locked)
Did she lock that door?
Jemi:
Yes, she did.
What do they think we are, crooks?
Maya:
They lock us up for a little while…
And then they lock that boy up forever, and that’s alright with me.
Emma:
It’s been a pretty hard week.
I feel just fine, so long as I’ve got my crocheting.
Annie:
I just mentioned that I might not have a job by the time I get back.
Ask her to help you. She’s rich. I bet her husband could give you a wonderful job. Look at that outfit!
[motioning to Jemi]
Alesya:
How horrible.
Did they get him?
Jemi:
They couldn’t.
Why not?
Alesya:
That isn’t going to happen here.
Six days. They should have finished it in two. Talk! Talk! Talk! Did you ever hear so much talk about nothing?
Bibi:
Well- I guess- they’re entitled…
Everybody gets a fair trial… That’s the system. Well, I suppose you can’t say anything against it.
[throw paper cup at floor]
Nine:
And that our tempers will get short.
That’s if we disagree - but this is open and shut. Let’s get it done.
Ros:
Yeah. Let’s see who’s where.
Right. Let’s vote now.
Maya:
Okay. Not guilty?
[Emma raises her hand]
Say, what’s the matter with you?
Maya:
Now we know where we stand.
Do you really believe he’s not guilty?
(to Emma)
Emma:
I don’t believe it’s as simple as A, B, C.
I never saw a guiltier man in my life.
Emma:
Are we to vote on his face?
You sat right in court and heard the same things as I did. The boy’s a dangerous killer. You could see it.
Emma:
Where do you look, to see if someone is a killer?
Oh, well!
Emma:
He’s nineteen years old.
That’s old enough. He knifed his own father. Four inches into the chest. An innocent little nineteen-year-old-murderer!