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(There's a sudden hush in the group. Across the street all the lights go on in one of the houses.)
Woman (in a very hushed voice): Charlie... Charlie... the lights just went on in your house. Why did the lights go on?
Don: What about it, Charlie? How come you're the only one with lights now?
Goodman: That's what I'd like to know.
(There's a pause as they all stare toward CHARLIE.)
Goodman: You were so quick to kill, Charlie, and you were so quick to tell us who we had to be careful of. Well, maybe you had to kill. Maybe Pete there was trying to tell us something, to tell us who there was amongst us we should watch out for—
(CHARLIE backs away from the group, his eyes wide with fright.)
Charlie: No... no...it's nothing of the sort! I don't know why the lights are on. I swear I don't. Somebody's making a joke or something.
(He bumps against STEVE, who grabs him and furns him around.)
Steve: A joke? Charlie, there's a dead man on the sidewalk, and you killed him!
Does this thing look like a gag to you?
(CHARLIE breaks away and screams as he runs toward his house.)
(A man breaks away from the crowd to run after CHARLIE. The man tackles him and lands on top of him. The other people start to run toward them. CHARLIE gets up on his feet, breaks away from the other man's grasp and jumps up on his front porch. A rock thrown from the group smashes a window alongside of him. The broken glass flies past him. A couple of pieces cut him. He stands there, blood running down from a cut on his cheek. His wife breaks away from the group and throws herself into his arms. We can see the crowd moving in on the porch.)
