`Ignore him,' says Dr. Dart, `we're playing his game.'
Father Wolfe says: `Mrs. Wippleton, I must point out that you asked me to answer that question first and that I was
rudely interrupted by Dr. Dart before I had finished.'
[Silence. The image changes to Mrs. Wippleton, who is sitting wide-eyed and openmouthed looking to her right.]
`Oh my God,' she says.
`Jesus H. Christ,' comes one of the panelists' voices off screen.
[A loud crash and two or three feminine screams from the audience.] `What the hell-is this?'
`STOP THEM!' [Bang.] Mrs. Wippleton, still openmouthed, is seen standing up and fiddling with the microphone at
her neck She tries a smile: `Will the members of the audience please-'
'Ahhhhgggh a long scream.
`Shut her up!'
[The camera jerks a pan over the audience to locate two armed men, one white and one Negro, standing at the door
behind the audience, one looking out, the other glaring at the audience. Then, for obscure reasons, the image of Dr.
Rhinehart returns, removing his pipe, exhaling air, and returning it to his mouth to chew on it.]
`Has Bobby got the elevators?'
`Are we on?'
[Bang, bamtwang.]
`What if they got Bobby?'
`Stay in your seats! Stay in your seats! Or we'll shoot!'
'Are we on?'
'Go ask Eric what's'
Bambambambam.
`LOOK OUT!'
[More gunshots bang away and Rhinehart disappears and is replaced by an armed man falling (clutching his belly).
Two men with pistols fire past the audience at something. One of them falls forward with a groan. The other stops
shooting, but remains looking off intently.]
'Are we on?' comes the masculine voice again. [Dr. Rhinehart's benign face is again the image on the home screen, but not centered, since the camera which happens to be on him and happens to be being transmitted has been deserted by the cameraman, who is sitting quietly now in the audience trying to look natural, which, since everyone else in the audience looks terrified, makes him stand out like a nude at a funeral.]
`All right, Charlie, get your camera aimed over here; our boys in the control room will do the rest.'
`Where's Malcolm? He was going to introduce Arturo.'
'He's 'Oh. Yes.'
`Ladies and gentlemen, Arturo X.'
On the screen Dr. Rhinehart looks out as always.
'Am I on?' says someone's voice.
'Is he on?'
Dr. Rhinehart exhales.
`Where's Eric?'
`What the hell's the matter with you guys in there?' shouts someone.
[The image shifts to a shot of Rabbi Fishman's feet, which are wrapped around each other, and then to Arturo X, who
is standing tensely with his back to .the camera looking off at the control room.] `You're on,' comes a muffled shout.
Arturo turns to face the camera.
`Black brothers and white bastards of the world A gray-flanneled arm and white hand appear around his neck; the face
of Dr. Dart is seen tensely beside and behind that of Arturo.
`Drop your gun, you, or I'll shoot this man,' Dr. Dart says toward his right.
`Inside the control room there, you I' shouts Dr. Dart. `You! Throw down your gun and come out with your hands up.'
Arturo's face begins to show less, strain, and the viewer becomes aware of Dr. Dart's face taking on a strangled look. A
long blacksuited arm and huge white hand are seen now, firmly around his neck, and the face of Dr. Rhinehart, still
with the pipe in his mouth and still with the benign look on his face, appears beside that of Dr. Dart. Arturo breaks
away from Dart and the viewer sees a gun in Dr. Rhinehart's other hand sticking into the side of Dr. Dart.
`What do you want me to shoot now?' an off-screen voice says.