"Electricity's off. Phone won't work. Can't get a thing on the radio. The power motor won't move, won't work at all. Radio's gone dead."
Suddenly the engine starts and stops. there's a long silence that is gradually intruded upon by the frightened murmuring of the people.
Wait a minute...wait a minute! Let's not be a mob!
The group suddenly starts towards the house.For a moment their fear almost turns their walk into a wild stampede.
And supposed to incriminate me! that really does it, just don't understand this.We're no different than any of the rest of you!
I see Mr Goodman in wee hours of morning standing out lookingup at the sky.
Les Goodman's House
Don Martin joins them, carrying a shotgun.
You killed him, Charlie. You shot him dead!
Charlie swings the gun around to point it toward the sidewalk. The dark figure continues to walk toward them. Charlie slowly raises the gun. As the figure gets closer and closer he suddenly pulls the trigger. The sound of it explodes in the stillness.