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ACT THREE

The scene is the same. The time is that night—midnight. As the curtain rises BINKIE comes in from the projection room. He has just seen most of the private showing of LADDY'S film, "The Princess of Java."

BINKIETogo! [TOGO enters. He carries a tray with glasses] Have you put the champagne on ice, Togo?

TOGOYes, Misser Niebuhr.

BINKIEServe it when the others come in. Have you got everything else ready?

TOGOYes, Misser Niebuhr.

BINKIEAll right. [TOGO goes out as RYDER comes in.]

RYDERYes, Binkie.

BINKIECome in, Ryder. Sit down.

RYDERWhat's all this? [Indicating glasses.]

BINKIEI've told Togo to serve the last six bottles of a special vintage Abe Kreuger sent me. I simply live for my friends. [He sits comfortably on sofa.]

RYDERIsn't the champagne up at the Big House good enough?

BINKIEIt's undrinkable! Just as the food at the Big House is uneatable. The American rich are without palate. Outside of myself, the only people on this place who are decently fed are the horses. Now then, let's talk.

RYDERYou motioned me out of the projection room with the air of a conspirator. What is it, Binkie?

BINKIEI saw Chris sitting there in his sphinx-like way, Laddy on one side of Wilda, Chris on the other, so the coast is clear. We haven't much time though—I asked Wilda to come down here after the picture and Charlie and Laddy too.

RYDERYou have a great air, Binkie, of something impending. What is it?

BINKIEI'll tell you—This, I thought, would be a good moment for you and me to put our heads together.

RYDERTo what end, Binkie?

BINKIEWilda's.

RYDERWhat will it be?

BINKIEGod knows. [He pauses a moment] You know, I was rather surprised to see you in the projection room. I didn't think you'd want to sit through the picture again.

RYDERI meant not to. But I was drawn to it.

BINKIELet's hope that reaction will be universal.

RYDERImpulse to self-torture. I was curious to see how an audience would take to it. They took to it!

BINKIEAnd what did you think—of Wilda?

RYDERDiabolically lovely.

BINKIE[Matter-of-factly] Both salable attributes. Good box-office.

RYDERIt's not, by any stretch of the imagination, acting. It's behaving in front of the camera and, from my point of view, behaving very badly.

BINKIEWell, such pictures are not written for us. They are written for the sort of people who vote for you in New Mexico.

RYDERThe film itself is regrettable, but manifestly the audience loved it. Obviously a triumph. Triumph for you—triumph for Wilda.

BINKIEDon't be deceived by an audience of friends.

RYDERThe picture is bound to go—it has every ingredient.

BINKIE[Grimly] It has too many ingredients.

RYDER[Greatly surprised] Don't you like it?

BINKIEMy preferences are not important. But I did show it privately to Sam Goldwyn. I hoped he'd distribute it through United Artists.

RYDERAnd what did Sam Goldwyn say?

BINKIEHe said it was colossal—in a small way.

RYDERWhat more do you want?

BINKIESam was too enthusiastic. If he'd really meant to take the picture he'd have begun by saying it was terrible.

RYDERDoes Wilda know this?

BINKIECertainly not. She has never needed you, Ryder, as much as now.

RYDERHow can Wilda possibly need me? She has her career, she has you—She has Chris.

BINKIEI want you to help me save her from Chris.

RYDERQuixotism has its limits, Binkie. I'm not a chronic salvationist.

BINKIEMysterious creature, isn't she?

RYDERShe's extraordinarily—consistent, isn't she? Wilda since I've known her—Wilda when I first met her—desperate over Crane—

BINKIEThat girl has an ungovernable impulse to self-destruction. She is one of those creatures, incomprehensible to me, who when ease and security stretch before them like a green lawn, must turn off and lose themselves in some bedeviled swamp.

RYDER[Half to himself—in bitter self-recrimination] I am naive—!

BINKIEThe trouble is you just can't imagine people like Chris.

RYDERCan you imagine them?

BINKIEWell, I can imagine them.

RYDERI remember the morning Chris walked into my office in Santa Fe with a letter from Charlie. He was so hesitant, so shy. He showed me some of his work—I was surprised and delighted. I saw that on the written page, this boy spoke with the tongue of an angel. A rather Mephistophelian angel, well dipped in Freud. I was excited. I called him back, put him up at my house and gave him a job on my paper. Worst of all, I told him everything I hoped to do in New Mexico. I see now that while I thought I was converting him to the Democratic dream, he was already insulated in a theory completely sealed against anything I might plead or hope.

BINKIERemember he is a revolutionist.

RYDERAnd I hoped to make him a disciple. What is it in me that urges me to remold what is beyond my capacity even to touch?

BINKIEAh! There's no vanity like the Pygmalion-vanity.

RYDER[Suddenly seeing BINKIE in a new light] You're afflicted too, aren't you, Binkie?

BINKIEIn my own way, my dear Ryder, I try to re-create the world. I try to make a world in which instinct is subordinate to reason. With Wilda I seem to have chosen the most unpromising material.

RYDER[With ironical humor] It appears that our dilemma is identical!

BINKIEI haven't given her up yet, Ryder.

RYDERIndomitable Binkie! What form will your technique take now? I am curious.

BINKIEWith your aid, I saved her from Crane. Now I mean to save her from worse than Crane.

RYDERWhat's going to become of Wilda?

BINKIEDesperate crises breed desperate measures, Ryder. I have a plan.

RYDERYou'll never keep Charlie quiet, no matter what you do!

BINKIEI think I can.

RYDERHow?

BINKIEThis young man—this fanatic without fear—I think I can frighten him, Ryder.

RYDERFrighten Chris? I don't think so, Binkie!

BINKIEThere is a word—a bourgeois shibboleth—which I think will frighten him.

RYDER[After a moment] Marriage?

BINKIERight. That's why I asked them down here tonight. I shall announce the coming marriage of Chris and Wilda. That, I think, will satisfy Charlie, and unless I'm much mistaken will also eliminate Chris.

RYDERBut what if—Well, even revolutionaries sometimes marry.

BINKIEI admit the measure is desperate.

RYDERSo many factors, Binkie, may trip you up.

BINKIEWe run the gauntlet. Let's hope we come out alive. [WILDA comes running in, followed a moment later by CHRIS. WILDA is radiant, breathless with triumph, breathing in deep the heavy odor of success and feeling herself strong enough now to indulge any preference for an emperor's jewel, a stray king, or for an object even so impractical as CHRIS about whom she is now finally convinced.]

WILDAOh, Binkie—I've been looking for you. Hello, Ryder.

BINKIE[Briskly] Well, Wilda, are you pleased?

WILDAI don't know. Are you? I don't dare ask Ryder. Binkie—

RYDERYou were irresistible.

WILDADoes he mean it, Binkie?

BINKIERyder isn't given to friendly insincerities.

WILDAThat's true. Oh, Ryder! Chris liked it. Didn't you, Chris?

CHRISVery much. [LADDY comes in in an ecstasy of creative discovery over WILDA.]

LADDYOh, Wilda

WILDA[As LADDY embraces her] Well, Laddy, were you pleased?

LADDYEnchanted! Now let the world claim you.

WILDA[LEO and CHARLIE come in] And the film? Did the film get over? Did the audience like the film? What did your friends say? The ending—we worried so over the ending—

LADDYWhat does the ending matter? You were so wonderful, Wilda, I couldn't think of anything else.

WILDAIs it true that Sam Goldwyn saw the film and that he's crazy about it?

LADDYYes, that's true.

WILDAThat should please you, Leo.

TRAUBWhat the hell does Goldwyn know about pictures?

WILDAHe's made a lot of them. Charlie, we haven't heard from you. How did you like it, Charlie?

CHARLIEVery much. I thought it was very delightful.

LADDYYou see even Charlie liked it!

WILDAWell! It's almost too much. The last citadel taken [Overcome, she sinks on the sofa.]

LADDYYou wait until this is released, Wilda!

CHARLIEYes, I thought it most ingratiating.

RYDERYou're too indulgent, Charlie. If I had my way, Traub and those like him would be taxed out of existence.

TRAUBWe are! Do you know what I paid last year?

LADDY[Beside WILDA on sofa, his arm around her] Why not let people relax and have a good time?

CHARLIEWell, can't they?

TRAUBWith Binkie around they can. The Shadchen de Luxe!

LADDYWhat's that, Leo?

TRAUBDon't tell me you charming people don't know what a Shadchen is? No culture on Long Island.

LADDYWell, what is it?

TRAUBMarriage broker.

LADDYI shall have to secure your services, Binkie—what does one say to a marriage broker?

BINKIE[Glancing at CHARLIE] At the moment you'd better say nothing, Laddy.

LADDY[Glancing at WILDA] Guess I can say it myself—with a hint of encouragement.

TRAUBWhy don't you marry me off, Binkie? I'm a promising young man.

BINKIEI've got your name in my book but it seems to stay there.

TRAUBYou're getting lazy.

CHARLIEHis efforts on Miss Doran's behalf have been heroic. They are transparent, Laddy, to everyone but you.

WILDAYou disapprove of me, don't you, Charlie?

CHARLIEAre you quite unaware of the reason for my disapproval?

BINKIEDon't be vindictive, Charlie.

CHARLIE[Innocently] I? Vindictive, Binkie?

LADDY[Changing the subject] You're a wet blanket, Charlie. Everybody loved the picture. [To WILDA] Everybody loved you too. Everybody congratulated me on discovering you.

TRAUBYou're a suppressed exhibitionist, Laddy. You can only fall in love with an object of universal desire. You succumb to the aura of reputation!

CHARLIEThat, young man, is an acute observation.

LADDYCome up to the Big House, Wilda. Up there is gaiety, glamor. Come and dance, Wilda. Everybody wants to meet you. I'd like to meet you. I adore you. Had you suspected this, Leo?

TRAUBThe Mirror had it yesterday.

CHARLIE[Inexorable—he is determined not to let the quarry get away this time] We've all suspected it. We suspect even more.

LADDYWhat are you driving at, Charlie?

BINKIEWhy exhaust ourselves with Charlie's minor gossip? I have a major announcement to make—a matrimonial announcement.

TRAUBWhat now, my Lithuanian Cupid? Something new?

BINKIEYes—new.

TRAUBTell, tell.

BINKIE[Holds up little book] Ladies and Gentlemen—This sinister volume contains the history of the future. I am about to announce to you an important event in that future.

TRAUBGet on! Get on!

BINKIEThe announcement of a wedding.

TRAUBWhose?

BINKIEWilda—Chris! [WILDA rises.]

LADDY[Greatly shocked] Chris!

RYDER[Ironically] Brilliant Binkie!

BINKIEGood luck to the bride and groom! [LADDY rises.]

CHARLIE[In a seventh heaven of delight] Congratulations! Wonderful! Congratulations!

TRAUBWhat a lousy idea!

CHARLIENot at all, Leo—these two—yes—perfect. I congratulate you, Chris—and you, young lady. You restore my sense of the fitness of things. You restore it. In fact, I think I'll change my will. I shall remember you in my will. Yes, I will change my will. I will make it possible for you, my dear nephew, to travel—to track revolution to its remotest lair. I am proud of you. You know, Binkie—really I didn't think I had so much family feeling. I am touched.

BINKIEAre you, Charlie?

CHARLIEI am quite moved. Forgive me. A perfect marriage!

TRAUBNothing is perfect, Charlie.

CHARLIE[At door] Yes, yes. Leo, don't you see that by marrying each other, instead of—at large—they will make only two people unhappy instead of four. [He goes out.]

BINKIE[To CHRIS and WILDA] Happiness! Happiness!

LADDYCome, Binkie, what's your game now?

BINKIESorry, Laddy, fortunes of war.

LADDYI don't believe it for a moment! It's one of Binkie's jokes.

TRAUBOne of his worst jokes.

RYDERThere's nothing to be done about it now, Laddy. They are linked eternally in Binkie's notebook. It's a kind of fate, a kind of predestination.

LADDYRyder, you're not going to let Binkie get away with this—you agree, don't you—it's a joke?

WILDA[Suddenly determined to make a clean breast of it] Don't appeal to Ryder. He knows it's true. He lied to you.

BINKIEKeep quiet, Wilda.

WILDABinkie told me. It was chivalrous of Ryder, but it was a lie. I was in that room with Chris—I love Chris!

RYDERGood for you, Wilda!

LADDYWilda!

WILDASorry, Laddy.

LADDYIt's true then.

WILDAIt's true, Laddy.

LADDYWell—I've—I've got to wish you luck, haven't I? I must act unaffected, mustn't I? But I am affected, Wilda.

RYDERToo bad, Binkie—life doesn't live up to your geometry.

BINKIEThat is its limitation.

LADDYIt seems to me now, Wilda—you're everything I ever wanted—

TRAUBBe consoled, Laddy. You still have me.

LADDY[Still to WILDA] My cellars are stocked and my tables are laden. The night is full of music—and yet, Wilda—

TRAUBCome with me, Laddy—we shall know joy—

LADDYI'm a bit tight, Wilda, or I'd be more reserved—I'd behave better. [Touches WILDA on her arm] Good luck, Wilda. I love you, Wilda. Come on, Leo. Entertain me. [He goes out through garden doors.]

TRAUBYou know, folks, it's a crisis like this that brings out all my tenderness. I'll see you through, Alcibiades. [He follows LADDY out.]

WILDAWhat made you do it, Binkie?

BINKIEIt was a gamble—one chance in ten. I might have won, if you'd only kept quiet.

WILDAI couldn't keep quiet. [To RYDER] This is what I was afraid of, Ryder, and this is what happened.

RYDERI know. [To BINKIE] For once, Binkie, you miscalculated.

BINKIEEven I cannot calculate the irrational. Well, my dear, you don't need me any longer. Going away with him I suppose. Where? Russia. The only man in Moscow who sets a decent table is Litvinoff. I'll give you a letter to him. Good luck, my dear. [TOGO comes in with champagne bottle in cooler. BINKIE waves him off] No, Togo, you're too late. Put it back in the cellar. Well, Chris, if you ever want a cool head and a steady eye on the barricade—think of me. Good hunting—or whatever it is you revolutionists do. [He goes out. RYDER gets up, starts to go also.]

CHRISYou've befriended me, Ryder—I'm fond of you—I've caused you pain—I'm sorry.

RYDERNot your fault.

CHRISPeople seem still to attach great importance to these things.

RYDERYes, they still do. [He goes out.]

WILDA[After a moment] Chris.

CHRISYes, Wilda.

WILDAAre you angry?

CHRISWhy should I be angry?

WILDAFor bursting out in front of everybody the way I did. I had to do it. Poor Laddy—I couldn't let him think—once for all I had to let him know. I had to let them all know—Chris.

CHRISwell—

WILDAWell, say something to me, Chris. Don't just stand there looking at me—say something.

CHRISWhat shall I say?

WILDAWell, anything, preferably something friendly.

CHRISI've got to go away—I've told you that—you know that.

WILDAI know. I see that you have to go—I see that.

CHRISDo you?

WILDAYes. I see that this is not for you.

CHRISI'm glad you see it.

WILDAIt's not for me either then.

CHRISThere I disagree.

WILDA[Goes up to him—after a moment] It's the real thing this time, Chris. I love you.

CHRISWell?

WILDAWell, how do you feel about me?

CHRISYou know that too.

WILDAYes, I do. That's why I'm making a fight—because I know that too. Chris, listen—I'll give up my career. I'll go with you.

CHRISNo.

WILDAWhy?

CHRISYou'd be bored.

WILDAMy risk!

CHRISNo exhibitionism. No clothes. No flattery. No glitter. No money.

WILDAYou're not human.

CHRIS[Calmly] That's a kind of compliment!

WILDA[After a moment] Do you hate me?

CHRISWhy should I?

WILDA[Half to herself, she is amazed at herself for so meekly "taking it"] What's the matter with me?

CHRISYou're like most people. You don't go after what you really want. You permit yourself to be diverted.

WILDAWhat if what I want is—?

CHRISNonsense! We'd last together six months at best. Then you'd drift back here, minus your career, minus your matrimonial prospects, minus Binkie. Be sensible!

WILDAChris, listen—I'm sick of the pretense—I'm sick of Binkie's stories about me which no one believes—glamorous illegitimacy—all that rot. I'm sick of being a fake. I'm sick of impersonating princesses.

CHRISIf you do it sufficiently, you may become one.

WILDABut I don't want to—Chris, listen—do you know my origins?

CHRISI suspect them.

WILDAI had to make my way—out of poverty—just as you did—I came out of nothing—just as you did—I had to stand indescribable—I can stand it again.

CHRISWhy should you? What for?

WILDADon't you see we're alike—we're both dispossessed—we're both—!

CHRISBut I don't blame you—why do you talk as if I blamed you? You're doing the best you can. It's not out of conviction you want to renounce this. You're doing damn well. Why do you give up now? And for what? Succeed in your own terms. I want to save you for what you're fitted—for what you really want—don't you see that?

WILDAI don't want to be saved.

CHRISYou do. You will. You'll be grateful to me. Now you have the habit of luxury. It's not an easy habit to break. And I have my job cut out for me. I shan't let you interfere with it. Not you. Not myself. Not anyone.

WILDAWhat makes you think I want to—

CHRISYou're impulsive. I'm not. [A pause. She sees there is nothing to be done.]

WILDAYou may not hate me, but I hate you!

CHRISIf it amuses you—

WILDAYes. Yes. I hate you.

CHRISWhy bother? [She looks at him—she can't speak] You'll do all right. You'll probably become an international commodity—one of the major American exports. What more do you want?

WILDA[Suffused in anger and despair] I'm a fool, all right! I was with Crane and now with you! Crane at least is a gentleman. And an artist. A great artist. Who're you, patronizing me and my work and my friends? If you must know, I couldn't even read your unpleasant, dirty book. You're an upstart Red strayed among gentlemen too decent to kick you out!

CHRIS[Equably] At least I have the good sense to anticipate them. And to know that I am far too crude to sustain for long the interest of an aristocrat like you—La Princesse Javanaise! [They face each other, deadly enemies, but he has the advantage since he has not lost his temper. A silence.]

WILDA[Pitiful] Chris—this afternoon—this afternoon—I was sure—

CHRISYou misunderstood!

WILDAI couldn't—could I have—so completely—

CHRISI'm afraid you did.

WILDA[In a low voice] Chris! Your head rested on my shoulder. You slept. You were a little boy. [A pause. He says nothing. There is no sign that he is affected] I know when I feel—I was sure you loved me, Chris. You do love me. I feel it. I'm not mistaken—I can't be—not about that.

CHRISIn spite of your well-earned authority—you are mistaken. [A slight pause.]

WILDA[Quietly] Is it nothing to you that I'm willing to give up everything?

CHRISNothing.

WILDAIs it no proof to you that I am willing to follow you? You can't be very experienced—in things like this. I imagine you've never known any but casual women. I've played sufficiently around the edges of love to know the real thing. This is it, Chris—And I know this too—which you don't seem to know—that when it does come one mustn't pass it up. Nothing else is important compared to that. It is the only choice one must insist on—the rest may be second and third—

CHRISRomantic nonsense. Romantic and outmoded nonsense.

WILDANo, Chris—no—

CHRIS[Slowly. His voice rising a bit abnormally for him] Because we slept together once doesn't mean we're soul-mates. Can't you get that through your head?

WILDA[Wounded] Chris!

CHRISIf it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else. [There is a silence. This remark breaks WILDA. She looks at CHRIS with an expression beyond anger—bewildered and helpless—this is a phenomenon she cannot fathom.]

WILDA[Quietly] I'd give anything to hurt you, Chris. But as you have no feelings how can you be hurt? [She looks at him a moment, feels there is nothing to be done, turns and, with a mist before her eyes, walks blindly out of the room. Left alone, CHRIS wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. He is white and shaken. He pulls himself together, decides to get out quickly.]

CHRIS[Calling] Togo, Togo.

TOGO[Entering] Yes, sir.

CHRISPlease bring my bag.

TOGOYes, sir. [TOGO goes out for bag. CHRIS crosses to desk, collects manuscripts and straps briefcase. TOGO comes back and hands suitcase to CHRIS.]

CHRISThank you, Togo.

TOGOGood-bye, sir. [CHRIS does not answer. TOGO goes out.]

RYDER[Comes in through garden doors] Oh, Chris, Wilda rushed by me in the garden. She looked devastated. What have you—[Sees suitcase in CHRIS'S hand] Oh, I see.

CHRIS[Puts down suitcase] I suppose you think I'm a prime heel.

RYDERYou owe me nothing in regard to Wilda. You promised me nothing in regard to Wilda. Your habit of keeping silent stands you in good stead—commits you to nothing. Good policy.

CHRISNevertheless, I know that's how you feel.

RYDER[Quietly] Why don't you marry Wilda?

CHRISMarriage isn't in my scheme.

RYDERObviously she is in love with you. Deeply in love with you. Why don't you take her with you?

CHRISAlso not in my scheme.

RYDER[After a moment] Don't you feel anything for Wilda?

CHRIS[Considers a moment—decides to tell the truth] Yes. I do.

RYDERI suspected that—in spite of your—

CHRISI feel a great deal.

RYDERWell, then? Why don't you take her with you? What stops you?

CHRISFor me—it would be a mistake.

RYDERWhy?

CHRISBecause I've got to be responsible only to myself. My life has got to be my own. I've got to be able to use it any way I like, sacrifice it any way I like—without thinking of anybody else.

RYDERIs it money that's stopping you? I'll let you have some.

CHRISWhy are you such a masochist?

RYDER[Slowly] For obscure reasons.

CHRISIt isn't money. [A pause. RYDER looks at him. CHRIS returns his look.]

RYDER[Unable to restrain any longer the feelings that have been churning up in him] You may have been taking notes on us, Chris, but I, in turn, have been taking notes on you. You are taciturn, while I have always spilled my guts out to you. You let us softies do all the talking—

CHRISYou are emotional, Ryder.

RYDERYes. I am.

CHRISYou are jealous.

RYDERYes. I am.

CHRISThat makes discussion profitless.

RYDERNothing about you is so horrifying to me as your rejection of Wilda. You love her but you deny her because she won't fit into your scheme. You are locked deep in the cold fastnesses of theory—on that surface nothing can take hold, nothing can take root, nothing can flower—neither love nor friendship nor affection. I see now how people like you can condemn to death their best friends—because equally well you can condemn yourselves to lovelessness, to abnegation, to death.

CHRISYes. We can.

RYDERI am emotional as you say. I suffer and I am jealous—as you say. But I can allow for these things even in my judgment of you. But you—for whom do you allow?

CHRISYou allow for too much. That will defeat you in the end. Your defeat is in sight already.

RYDERWhat is in sight is not the end. The end is not yet. We can be as single-minded as you when we have to. We can use guns as well as you—when we have to.

CHRISWhat for? There's no place for you—in the future.

RYDERYou monopolize truth, you monopolize opinion, you monopolize science and art—also you monopolize the future.

CHRISYes.

RYDERThe final certitude.

CHRISYes.

RYDERI'll stick to the skepticism of Democracy.

CHRISYou are sentimental.

RYDERIt is you who are sentimental. Your sentimentality is the most perverted of all because it ignores the most powerful impulse in people—to be free—to choose. It ignores their imaginations, it ignores their best instincts.

CHRISWe do not ignore them. We use them—as Nature uses them—for a purpose the masses have been too blinded to comprehend.

RYDERI believe in their capacity to comprehend—and their right even to their errors. In this belief I shall fight you—I shall devote my life to fighting you.

CHRISWhy fight the inevitable?

RYDERThere is no inevitable! Under its very shadow, you may avert it. Against you and your kind, I shall struggle to keep alive a world in which choice will still be possible—without dictation.

CHRISFree choice doesn't exist.

RYDERWe must go on the assumption that it does—that we may defeat even death. That is the glory of man.

CHRISThat's rhetoric. Look at Wilda. She has free choice. What does it bring her? Instinct rampant. Look at you—racked by a passion you despise—that takes you away from the work in which you believe—

RYDERIt takes me away, but I return to it. We are weak, it is true. We suffer and succumb to our suffering. We are capricious, we are adolescent and fallible. But we emerge from our weakness and retain our dream.

CHRISWell—good luck to you—and to the lady—and to the American dream. [He goes out. For a moment RYDER stands looking after him. He walks up, calls to WILDA in the garden.]

RYDERAll right, Wilda—you can come in now. [WILDA enters. She comes down in silence to the big chair] Well, you heard everything.

WILDADo you understand him, Ryder?

RYDEROh, yes.

WILDAHe despises you, Ryder. He despises me. He despises everybody. [With wonder at her own sudden intuition.]

RYDER[Matter-of-factly] There are humanitarians who hate people. Chris is one of them.

WILDAI don't understand him. Why doesn't he want to live? I thought everybody wanted to live.

RYDERQuite obviously many don't. They prefer every variety of martyrdom.

WILDAWhat's wrong with me, Ryder? [Silence from him] I feel caught. As if I'll always do again what I've done before. I feel caught in a pattern from which I'll never escape.

RYDER[Thinking aloud] That's what Chris would say—he would seem to be right. Yet I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it.

WILDAI can break away then, you think?

RYDERWe are pursued—we are caught—we break away. If we can't defeat the devil we must elude him. One day perhaps we may develop a technique superior to his. [A moment's pause.]

WILDAMeantime—the struggle is painful.

RYDERVery painful. [After a moment] He loves you, Wilda. He told me that.

WILDAThank you, Ryder. [BINKIE comes back.]

BINKIEWell, my dears? Why, where's Savonarola?

RYDERHe's gone.

WILDAHe wouldn't take me, Binkie.

BINKIEWouldn't he? Well, I find I believe in God, children. Don't you hear—I've just made an important religious announcement.

RYDERAre you going to take the veil, Binkie?

BINKIEIt's not my habit to carry anything to extremes. But I shall endow a charity.

RYDERGenerous of you, Binkie.

BINKIEI shall get some money from Laddy and endow a charity.

RYDERWell, good-bye, Binkie, been nice knowing you. [With a humorous gesture of farewell to him.]

BINKIEWhere are you going?

RYDERNew Mexico. Next plane.

BINKIEI am lost among mystics.

RYDERGood-bye, Wilda—good luck.

WILDAGood luck, Ryder! [She kisses him, her hands on his face.]

BINKIE[As RYDER nears door] People are fools!

RYDERThey are indeed! And yet—there they are—what can you do with them? Liquidate them? [RYDER goes out.]

WILDAWell, Binkie.

BINKIEWell, Wilda.

WILDAAll this work you've put in on me and no return. Like me, aren't you, Binkie, stymied?

BINKIENot at all. I'll go to Laddy and tell him that you've sent Chris packing. I'll get him to start another picture.

WILDANo, you won't.

BINKIEWhy not? I'm sure I can get him to.

WILDAWell, maybe you can get him, but not me. No more schemes, Binkie. Laddy's too good for it and maybe I am, too. You'd better give me up, Binkie.

BINKIE[Going to her, stands behind her chair] Give you up! I am heir to a tradition of patience and tenacity—Direct inheritance from Moses. My dear child, to acknowledge failure with you would be bad for my morale.

WILDANot good for mine either. I've learned my lesson, Binkie. From now on I'm going to be hard and casual and cal—My God, I said that four months ago! [He shakes his head, laughing with her at the futile sound of this, for her, unattainable resolution. His hand pats her shoulder.]

The curtain falls.

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