Act 3 Flashcards
Maya:
No. There’s nothing wrong. You can take that back. We’re finished with it.
Well, what are you looking at?
[loudly]
Alesya:
So all right, let’s do it.
I want an open ballot. Let’s call out our votes. I want to know who stands where.
Maya:
Three?
Guilty.
Maya:
The vote is six to six.
I’m ready to walk into court right now and declare a hung jury. There’s no point in this going on any more.
Maya:
Six to six. I don’t think we’ll ever agree - on anything.
It’s got to be unanimous - and we’re never going to convince her.
[motions at Emma]
Emma:
At first I was alone. Now five others agree; there is a doubt.
You can’t ever convince me that there’s a doubt, because I know there isn’t no doubt.
Annie:
What do you mean - vote?
Not again!
Jemi:
It doesn’t seem quite right to me.
It’s the only solution.
Maya:
Are we agreed then? Seven or more votes yes, and we take it to the judge.
Let’s call our votes out.
Maya:
Three?
(hung jury vote)
Yes.
Annie:
Yes.
Oh, no!
[screeching]
Jemi:
And it is a tenement and they have thin walls.
Good. Good. That’s it. That’s it.
Jemi:
Please remember that there weren’t any fingerprints on the knife, and it is summer, so gloves seem unlikely.
Now, I want you to listen to this lady. She’s talking sense.
[to Emma][Motions at Jemi]
Emma:
This is a point.
Why don’t we just time this one, to see?
Jemi:
Now it may have taken the murderer about thirty-five seconds to wipe away all the fingerprints and get down the stairs to the place where the old man saw him - the boy, that is.
This is right.
Alesya:
Yes, let’s.
Here, you do the stabbing.
[taking knife from table, giving it to Emma]
Jemi:
No, I’ll do it.
Why don’t you be the one that gets stabbed? And don’t forget - you take one second to fall.
[to Alesya]
Emma:
Yes, it seems reasonable.
Hey, wait a minute! He falls and he ends up on his right side, the father did; but stabbing someone isn’t just like shooting them, even when it’s right in the heart. The father would have worked around for a few seconds - lying there on the floor - writhing, maybe.
Milton:
Wouldn’t the father have cried out?
Maybe the boy held his mouth.
Jemi:
It would just be for a second or two, I should think, but still he would look around.
This gets better and better.