2nd Man Hospital Receptionist Chief Operator ‘Western Union. 2ndOperator || Sergeant Duty 3rd operator |]__ALunchroom-Counter AttendantScene: As the curtain rises, we ee a divided stage, only the center part of whichis lighted and furnished as Mrs. Stevenson's bedroom. Expensive, rather fussy furnishings. A large bed, on which Mrs. Stevenson, clad ina bedjacke, is lying. nighttabl cloce by, with hone, lighted lamp, and pill bottles. 18 “A mantel, with clock, RA closed door, R.A window, with curtains closed, rear. Thesetis ity one lamp on nighttable. Beyond this central set, the stage on either side is in darkness, Mrs. Stevenson i dialing a number ton the phone asthe curtain rises, ‘She listens tothe phone, slams down the receiver in irritation. As 2» she does so, we hear the sound of 4 train roaring by inthe distance. ‘She reaches for her pill bottle, pours herself a glass of wate, shakes out pil, swallows it, then reaches for the phone again, dials the number nervously. Sound: Number being diated on the phone. Busy signal. ‘Mrs. Stevenson (a querulous, self-centered neuratc). Ob, dear! 2 (Slams down receiver Dials Operator. A spotlight, L of side fas, picks up out of peripheral darkness the figure of Ist Operator sitting with headphones at small table.) Operator. Your cal please? Mrs. Stevenson. Operator? Ive been dialing Mucray Hill 4-0098 forthe lat three quarters ofan hhour and theine is always busy «© But don't sedQow it could be busy \ 112. calection2 that long, Will you ty it fr me, please? Operator. Murray Hill 40098? One moment, please. (She makes gesture of plugging in all through switchboard ) ‘Mrs. Stevenson. I don't see how it ‘could be busy al this time. Its my hhusband’s office. He's working late ‘© tonightand Pm all alone hee in the house, My health is very poor and TTvebeen feeling so nervous all day Operator. Ringing Murray Hill 40098. (Sound: Phone buzz. It ings three times. Receiver is picked ‘up atthe other end. Spotlight picks 1p a figure ofa heavy set man ] seated ata desk with a phone on R. side of dark periphery of stage, Hes | wearing a hat. Picks up phone.) Man. Hello ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Hello? (a litle puzzled) Hell, Is Mr, Stevenson there? ‘Man (into phone, as though he has not heard). Hello. (louder) Hello. Spotlight om L. now moves from Operator 1 another man, George—a killer type, also wearing 2% ahat, but standing asin a phone booth.) 2nd Man (sow heavy quality, faintly foreign accent). Hello. IstMan. Hello? George? George. Yessir. Mrs. Stevenson (louder aid ‘more imperious, to phone). Hello Who's this? What number am calling, please?1» TstMan. We have heard from our client. He says the coast is clear for tonight. George. Yes, sit: ‘st Man. Where are you now? George. In a phone booth, {Ist Man. Okay. You know the address. At eleven o'clock, the private patrolman goes around tothe bar on Second Avenue for sx abeer. Be sue that all the lights downstairs ate out, There should be only one light visible from the street. At eleven-fiften, a subway train crosses the bridge. It made a noise in case her window is open and she should scream, (Mrs. Stevenson (shocked). Oh hello! What number is this, please? orga, Olay. I understand, we Ist Man. Make it quick. As litle blood as possible. Our client does ‘not wish to make her suffer long, George. A knife okay? Ist Man. Yes, A knife willbe ‘okay. And remember—remove the rings and bracelets, and the jewelry inthe bureau drawer. Our lient wishes it to Took like simple robbery. 410 George. Okay-I get—(Spotlight sualenly goes out on George. Sound: A bland buzzing signal Spotlight goes off on Ist Ma.) Mrs, Stevenson (clicking phone), Oh! (Bland buzzing signal continues. She hangs up.) Hovr awful! How unspeakably—(She lies back on her pillows, overcome fora few seconds, then suddenly ull hersel together, reaches for Aone. Sound: Dialing. Phone buce Spotlight goes on at Ist Operator's switchboard. 1st and 2nd Man exit as unobtrusively as posible, in darkness.) Operator. Your call please? ‘Mrs. Stevenson (unnerved and breathless, into phone). Operator, I-T've just been cut off Operator. I'm sorry, madazn, What number were you calling? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. It was supposed tobe Murray Hill 4-0098, but it wasnt, Some wires must have crossed I was cut into a wrong number. And I've just heard the most dreadful thing—a—a rmurder—and (imperiousy) youl simply have to retrace that call at ‘once, Operator. Operator. beg your pardon, dam, I dont quite ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Oh, I know it ‘was a wrong number and Ihad ‘no busines listening, but these two men—they were cold-blooded fiends and they were going to murder somebody—some poor innocent woman who was all slone—in a house nea abridge ‘And we've goto stop them— ‘Operator (patiently). What number were you calling, madam? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. That doesn't ‘matter, This was a wrong number. Serny Wrong Number 113Mrs. Stevenson. Oh, why are you your civic duty—to trace that call ‘80 stupid? Look—it was obviously ‘and to apprehend those dangerous careless sort of way— ‘seventeen, please? (Miss Curtis, for a handkerchief and wipes her Saeed Tent ae Operator. But, madam— Operator (glancing around wearily) will connect you with the Chief Operator Curtis (sting down at desk : 4s Operator gets wp). Sure, dear Operator. im sorry. Murray Fill (Ghe makes gesture of plugging 4-0098 is busy inher headphone, cooly and Mrs. Stevenson fruntcalydlcking profesional) This isthe Chief receiver), Operator-—Operator! Operator. Operator. Yes, madam? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Chief Operator? wan¥y6u to trace a call, Immpitely. I don't know where it came from, or who was making it, but it’s absolutely necessary that itbe tracked down. It was Operator. tin sory. What number” Sbuta murder aterhle cal were you calling? Mrs. Stevenson (angrily). You didn try to get that wrong number aall Lasked explicitly and all you «did was dal correctly 194 colicton2blooded murder of a poor innocent ‘woman—tonight, a eleven fifteen. Chief Operator. Ise. Mrs. Stevenson (high-strung, demanding). Can you trace it for me? Can you track down those ment nN Chief Operat{i It depends ‘Mes. Stevenson. Depends on what? Chief Operator. It depends on whether the calls still going on. fit’ live call, we can trace iton the equipment. If it’s been disconnected, we cant, Mrs. Stevenson, Disconnected? Chief Operator. Ifthe parties have stopped talking to each other, Mrs. Stevenson. Oh, but ofcourse they must have stopped talking to each other by now. That was at least five minutes ago. Chief Operator. Well Ian try tracing it. (She takes a pencil out of her hair) What is your name, madam? Mrs. Stevenson. Mrs. Elbert Stevenson, But isten— Chief Operator (writing). And your telephone number? Mrs. Stevenson (more iritated), Plaza 4-2295. But if you go on wasting allthis time—(She glances at clock on the mantel) Chief Operator. And what is your reason for wanting this cll traced? Mrs. Stevenson, My reason? Well, 2 for heaven's sake, i it obvious? Toverhear two men planning to ‘murder this woman—i's a matter forthe police! Chief Operator. Have you told the police? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. No. How could I? Chief Operator. You'e making this check into a private call purely asa private individual? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Yes. But smeanwhile— Chief Operator. Well, Mrs. Stevenson, I seriously doubt ‘whether we could make this check for you at tis time just on your say-so asa private individual, ‘We'd have to have something more official, ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Oh, for heaven's sake! You mean to tell me can't report a murder without getting tied up in allthis red tape? I's perfectly idiotic. All ight, then 1 will call the police. (She slams down the receiver. Spolight goes off two Operators) Ridiculous! (Sound of dialing as Mrs. Stevenson dials phone and two Operators exit unobtrusively in darkness, On R. of sage, spotlight picks up a 2nd Operator, seated like frst, with headphone at table—same one ‘vacated by Ist Man.) 2nd Operator. Your call, plesse? ‘Mrs. Stevenson (very annoyed The Police Department——please.2nd Operator. Ringing the Police Department. (Ring twice, At table L spolight now picks up Sergeant Diy, seated in a relaxed positon. Just entering beside him isa young ‘man ina cap and apron, carrying a large brown-paper parcel, delivery boy for a local lunch counter. Phone is ringing) Lunchroom Attendant. Here's your lanch, Sarge. They didn't have no jelly doughnuts, so I got French crullers, okay? Duffy. French callers. I got ulcers. Whyn't you make t apple ie? (picks up phone) Police Department, Precinct 43, Duffy speaking Lunchroom Attendant (anxious). We don’t have no apple pi, eter, Sarge. ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Police Department? Oh, Thisis Mrs, Stevenson—Mrs. Elbert Smythe Stevenson of 83 North Sutton Place. m calling to report a murder. (Dufly has been examining lunch, but double-takes suddenly on above.) Duffy. Eh? Mrs. Stevenson. mean, the ‘murder hasnt been committed yet just overheard plans for it ‘over the telephone—over a wrong ‘number the operator gave me. (Dufiy relaxes, sighs, starts taking lunch from bag.) F've been trying to trace the call myself, but everybody isso stupid—and I guess in the end you'e the only people who could do anything Duty (na 00 impress, Yes, mam. (Atendant exits) ‘Mrs. Stevenson (irying to impress im). levas pertety definite murder. heard thee plans distinctly. (Day begins to eat sandwich, phone at is ear) Two ‘men were talking, and they were going to murder some woman at levenfifteentonight—she lived in house nears bridge. Duty. Yes, mam Mrs. Stevenson, There wasa private parlman onthe street vwho was going to go around for beer on Second Avenue. And there was some third ma, a len, ‘who was paying to have this po woman murdered, They were going to take er rings and bracelets and use a knife Wels unnerved me deadfull—and Tn not well, Dy 1 see (He wipes hit mouth wih paper napkin) When was al this, ma'am? Mrs. Stevenson, About eight ‘minutes ago. Oh (lieved) —then you can do something You do underfand. Dutt}. And what is your name, sma‘? (He reaches for a pad of paper) rs Stevenson inpatient). Mrs. Stevenson, Mrs. Elbert Stevenson. Duffy, And your address?Duty (solidly). Well, we'll look into it, Mrs. Stevenson, and se if wwe can check it with the telephone company, ‘Mrs. Stevenson (getting impatient) But the telephone company said they coulda’ check the call ifthe Patties had stopped talking, 've already taken care ofthat Duty. Oh—yes? (He yawns slightly) Mrs, Stevenson, Personally | fel you ought to do something far ‘more immediate and drastic than just check the call. What good does checking the call do ifthey've stopped talking? By the time you track it down, they'l already have ‘committed the murder Duy (he reaches fora paper cup afcofee. Well, we'll take care of it lady. Dont worry. (He begins 10 remove the top of thecofee ‘Mrs. Stevenson. d say the whole thing calls for @ complete and thorough search of the whole city (Duty puts down the phone fo work ‘on the cup as her voice continues) 1m very near abridge, and I'm not far from Second Avenue, And [ know I'd feel a whole lot better if you sent around a radio car to this neighborhood at onc, Dutty (picks up phone again, drinks fee) And what makes you think the murder’ going tobe committed in your neighborhood, ma'am? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Oh, I don't know—the coincidence i so 118 colicon2 horrible. Second Avente—the bridge— Duffy, Second Avenue isa very long street, ma'am. And do you hhappen to know how many bridges there are in the city of New York? How do you know there st some little house out on Staten Island— fon some litte Second Avenue you never heard about? (He takes long ‘up of coffe.) How do you know they were even talking about Nevw Yorkat all? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. But I heard the call on the New York dialing system, Duffy, How do you know it wasn't long-distance call you overheard? Telephones are funny things. (Ge sts dover coffe) Lak, lady, why don't you look att this way? ‘Supposing you hadn't broken in ‘on that telephone calf Supposing you'd got your husband the way 0 you always do? Would this murder have made ax} difference to you thent ‘Mrs. Stevenson. I suppose not. Butts so inbuman—so cold- blooded— Duty. A lot of murders are ‘committed in this city every day, alam. IF we could do something, to stop em, we would, But aclue of this kind that’s so vague isnt much more use tous than no cue tal. ‘Mrs. Stevenson. But sarely— Duty. Unless, of course, you have some reason for thinking this call.is phony, and that someone may be planning to murder you? Mis. Stevenson. Me? Ob, no—I hardly think so. mean—why should anybody? I'm alone all day and night. see nobody except ny maid Floise—shes a big two. hundred-pound woman too lazy toring up my breakfast tray— and the only other person is my Inusband Elbert. He’ crazy about ‘me—adores me—waits on me hand and foot. He's scarcely left my side since I took sick twelve years ago— Duffy. Well, then, there’ nothing {for youto worry about, is there? (The Ldchroom-Counter Attendalt has entered, He is carrying a piece of apple pie on a plate and points it out to Duffy triumphant.) And now if you'll just leave the rest ofthis to te — Mrs. Stevenson. But what will you do? It’s 0 late—its nearly eleven tock. Duty (firmly). We'll take care of it lady. ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Will you broadcast tall over the city? And send out squads? And warn your radio car to watch out-—especially in suspicious neighborhoods like mine. (The Attendant, in triumph, has put the pie down in front of Dufiy.) Duty (more firmly). Lady, I said ‘we'd take care oft Just now {ve got couple of ather matters here on my desk that require my ‘immediate Mrs. Stevenson. Oh! (She slams down the receiver hard.) Idiot! (Duly listening at the phone, hangs up and shrugs, then attacks his pe as spotlight fades out. Mrs. ‘Stevenson, in bed, looks at the ‘phone nervously) Why did I do that? Now he'll think Iam a foo (Ghe sits tense then throws herself back against the pillows, lying there 4 moment, whimpering with self. pity.) Ob, winy doesn Elbert come home? Why doesn't he? (We hear sound of train roaring by inthe distance. She sits up, eaching for phone. Sound of dialing operator Spotlight picks up 2nd Operator, seated R) Operator. Your cal, please? Mrs, Stevenson. Operstor—for heaven's sake—will you ring that ‘Murray Till 4-0098 number again? cant think what's keeping him Operator. Ringing Murray Hill 40098. (rings Busy signal) The line is busy. Shall ‘Mrs. Stevenson (nasty). can hear it, you don’t have to tell me it’s busy! (Slams down receiver, Spotlight fades off on 2nd Operator. Mrs, Stevenson sinks back against the pillows agai, whimpering to herself fretfully, She glances atthe clack, then turning, punches her pillows up, trying to make herself ‘comfortable. But she is and she Yhimpers to herself.a she squirms restlesty in bed.) If could get out ‘of this bed fora litte while. IF could geta breath of fresh air—or Sony. Wong Number 119jst lean out the window—and see the street. (She sighs reaches for pill botle, and shakes outa pill As she does the phone rings and she darts for t instantly) Hello, Elbert? Hello. Hello. Hello, Oh—what's the matter with this phone? Hello? Hello? (Slams downs the receiver and stares at it tensely. The phone ings again. Once. She picks it up) Hello? Helo! Ob, for heaven's sake, who is this? Hella, Hello, Hell (Slamming down the receiver, she dials the operator. Spotigh comes ‘on L, showing 3rd Operator, at spot vacated by Duty) 3Fd Operator. Your call, please? Mrs. Stevenson (very annoyed and ‘mperious) Hello, Operator, don't know whats the matter with this telephone tonight, bu its positively diving me crazy. T¥e never seen Such inefficient, miserable service Now, look. im an invalid, and Tim ‘ety nervous, and Tim not supposed tobe annoyed. But ifthis keeps on ‘much longer— 3rd Operator (a young sweet ype, What seems tobe the trouble, madam? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Bverything’s wrong. The whole world could be ‘murdered forall you people care! And now my phone keeps ringing! Operator. Yes, madam? ‘Mrs. Stevenson, Ringing and Singing and ringing every five Seconds or so, and when I pick it up there’sno one there! 120° colection2 Operator. 'm sorry, madam, If you'll hang up, Pl test it for you, ‘Mrs. Stevenson. I don’ want you tortestit for me, I want you to put through that call—sehatever itis atonce, Operator (gent). 'm efiaid thay not possible, madam. ‘Mrs. Stevenson (strming), Not possible? And why, may ask? Operator. The system is automatic ‘adam. Ifsomeone is trying to 4al your number there no ay check whether the cals coming through the syn or not unas the person who itrying to each you complains to his particular opeatr Mrs, Stevenson, Wel fll the tpi complicated nd sean ve got to sit herein ny bed, suffering every ime that, pone ings imagining everything! Operator. ty to check it for you, madamy rs, Stevenson, Check i! Check |W That's all anybodycan do, Of all the stupid, diote(She hangs up) Oh, what’ the wet Operater fades out of sotigt as Me Stevenson’ phone rings again, She ick ip the receiver) Hela For Stop ringing, do you hear met Answer me? What do you want? Do you realize ye driving me crazy? Spoight goes on Re see a Man in eyeshade ad shirtsleves at 4 desk with a phone and telegrams) Stat, tariWestern Union (dull, flat voice) Hello, Istis Plaza 422952 Mrs. Stovenson (catching her breath). Yes. Yes. Tiss Plaza 4.2285 Western Union. This is Western Union. Ihave a telegram here for Mrs. Elbert Stevenson. Is there anyone thereto receive the message? Mrs. Stevenson (tying 0 cam hese. am Mrs, Stevenson. Western Union (reading flat. ‘The telegram iss follows: “Mes. Ebert Stevenson, 53 North Sutton Place, New York, New York. Darling, Terbly sory. Tried to get you for last hou, but line busy Leaving for Boston eleven P. tonight on urgent business Back tomorrow afternoon. Keep happy. Love. Signed, Ebert. Mrs. Stevenson (breathless, aghast, to herself) Oh, no— Western Union. Thats ll, madam. Do you wish us to deliver copy of the message”) | Mrs. Stevenso}: No—no, thankyou Western Union. Thnk you, ‘madam. Goodnight. (He hangs up the phone. Spotlight on Western Union mediately ou) Mrs. Stevenson (mechanically to phone). Goodnight. (She hangs 1p slowly suddenly bursting into) No—no-it isn truet He couldn't doit! Not when he knows 'lbe all alone! I's some trick—some fiendish—(We hear the sound of 4 train roaring by outside. She half rises in bod, in pac, glaring toward the curtains. Her movements are frenzied. She beats with her Imuckles onthe bed, then suddenly stops and reaches fr the phone Spotlight picks up 4th Operator, seated L) Operator (col). Your call, please? Mrs. Stevenson. Operator—try that Murray Hill 4-0058 number for me just once more, please Operator. Ringing Murray Hill 40098. (Call goes through. We hear ringing atthe other end, ring “after ing) Mrs, Stevenson. He's gone. Oh, Elbert, how could you? How could you? (She hang up, sobbing pityingly to herself. turning restless Spotlight goes out on Ath Operator.) But I can't be alone tonight, I can't! 1fTim alone one more second— (he runs her hands wildly through her hair) {don't care what he says, or what the expense is, ma sick woman—T'm entitled! (With trembling fingers she picks up the receiver again and dials Information, ‘The spotlight picks up Information Operator, seated R) Information. This is Information. Mes, Stevenson. I want the telephone number of Henchley Hospital Information. Henchley Hospital? Do you have the address, madam? Senn, Mong Number 121‘Mrs. Stevenson. No, It’s somewhere in the Seventies It's a small, private, and exclusive hospital where I had my appendix ‘out two years ago, Henchiey. H-E- Nc Information. One moment, please. Mrs. Stevenson. Plesse—hurry. And please—what’ the time? Information. I don't know, ‘madam. You may find out the time by dialing Meridan 7-1212, Mrs. Stevenson (irritated). Oh, for heaven's sake, couldn't you~ Information. The number of Henchley Hospital is Butterfield 70105, madam, Mrs. Stevenson. Butterfield ‘70105. (She hangs up before she Finishes speaking and tmmediately dial the number as she repeats it. ‘Spotlight goes out on Information, Phone rings. Spollight picks up Woman in nurse’ uniform, seated at desk L.) Woman (middle-aged, soli, frm, Practical) Henchley Hospital, good evening, Mrs, Stevenson. Nurses’ Registry. Woman. Who was it you wished to speak to, please? ‘Mrs. Stevenson (high-handed) Twant the Nurses’ Registry at once. want a trained nurse, [want to hire her immediately. For the night. Woman. see. And what isthe nature of the case, madam? 122 Coben 2 ‘Mrs. Stevenson. Nerves, very ‘nervous. I need soothing-and companionship, My husband is away and Tin— Woman. Have you bec, recommended to us by any doctor in particular, madam? Mrs. Stevenson. No, But [really don't see why all this catechiing is necessary. I want a trained nurse, [was patient in your hospital theo years ago, And, afterall I do expect to pay this person— Woman. We quite understand that, madam, But registered nurses are very scarce just now and our Superintendent has asked us to send people out only on cases ‘where the physician in change feels itis absolutely necessary, Mis. Stevenson (growing Aysterca), Wel itis absolutely necessary! Im a sick woman. Pim very upset! Very! Tim alone inthis hhouse—and Tim an invalid—and. tonight I overheard a telephone conversation that upset me dreadfully, About a murder—a Poor woman who was going to be ‘murdered at eleven-fiften tonight. In fact, ifsomeone doesn't come at once, I'm afraid I'l go out of ‘my mind! Woman (culms). I se, Wel, 1 speak to Miss Phillips as soon as she comes in. And what is your name, madam? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. When do you expect Miss Phillis in?Woman. [really don't know, madam. She went out to supper at eleven clock, Mrs. Stevenson. Eleven olock, Bat it’s not eve ‘out) Ob, my clock has stopped. 1 thought it was running down, What time is it? (Woman glances at wristwatch.) ‘Woman. jus fourteen minutes past eleven. Sound of phone roceiver being lifted on same line as Mrs. Stevenson’ A click.) Mrs. Stevenson (crying ou). What's that? Woman, What was what, madam? ‘Mrs. Stevenson. That—that click just now—in my ovn telephone? As though someone had lifted the receiver off the hook ofthe extension phone dovenstars Woman. didn't heart, madam. Now, about this— Mrs, Stevenson (scared). But I id. There's someone in this house! Someone downstairs inthe kitchen! And theyie listening to me now—they/re (Ske puts hand over her mouth, hangs up the phone, ‘and isin terror, frozen, listening ) wont pick it up, I wont let them, hear me, I'l be quiet—and they'll think—(vith growing terror) But if dont call someone now while they're stil down there, there'll be no time! (She picks up the receiver. There is a bland, buzzing signal. She dials the operator. On the second ing, spotlight goes on R. We se Sth Operator) Operator (fat and lethargic. Your call, please?wo Mrs, Stevenson (a desperate whisper). Operator—I—Tm in desperate trouble— Woman. I cannot hear you ‘madam. Please speak louder. ‘Mrs. Stevenson (till whispering 1 don't dare. I—there's someone listening, Can you hear me now? Operator. Your call, please? What ‘number are you calling, madam? (Mrs. Stevenson (desperately). You've got to hear me! Oh, please! You've got to help me! There's someone in this house—someone ‘who's going to murder me! And you've go to get in touch with the—(Click of receiver being put down on Mes. Stevenson line, She bursts out wildy.) Oh—there it she’s put it down! He's coming! 0 (She screams) Hie’ coming up the stairs (She thrashes inthe bed. The Phone cord catching in the lamp ‘wire, the lamp topples, goes out Darkness. Hoarsely.) Give me the Police Department (We see on the dark C. stage the shadow of the door opening, Mrs. Stevenson screams) The police! (On stag, there isthe swift rush ofa shadow advancing to ‘he bed—the sound of her voice is choked out as) Operator. Ringing the Police Department. (Phone is rung. We hear the sound of a train begining to fade in. On the second ring, Mrs. Stevenson screams again, bout the roaring ofthe train drowns out her voice. For a few seconds we hear nothing but the roaring ofthe train, then, dying away, the phone at Police Headquarters ringing Spotlight goes on Duffy, L. stage) Duffy. Police Department. Precinct 43. Duy speaking. (Pause. Nothing visible but darkness (on C. stage) Police Department. Dufly speaking (Now a flashlight goes on illuminating the open phone fo one side of Mr. Stevensoris bed. Nearby hanging down, is her less hand. We ee the second rman, George in black gloves, reach down and pick up the phone. He is Dreathing hard.) George. Sorry, wrong number. (He replaces the receiver on the hook quietly and exits as Duly hangs up with a shrug and the curtain falls) COLLABORATIVE DISCUSSION Sorry, Wrong Number was originally performed as a radio play. With a partner, discuss how you would translate this drama into a radio or stage Production. How would you direct the actor to bring the mystery story to life in performance?Analyzing the Text (GRETEFEERNY support yourresponses with evidence from the txt Infer Reread the stage rection in nes 16-27. What do Mrs. Stevenson’ tions evel about her physical condition? Cousfetect Reread ines 328-531. How does Sergeant Duffy acto Ms Stevenson’ calland how does his eatin affect Mis. Stevenson? Summarize Create a plot diagram ke the one shown Then place the evens of So, Wong Numberinthelrcorect postion on the dagram. Falling Acton sing Action Resolution Analyze When a wer proudes hints that suggest future events ina story it called foreshadowing, Go back trough the drama and find examples of foreshadowing, For each example provide a description of at eventual happens Analyze and Evaluate How do te sting and other deta rom the tam show that perception and reality do nt always match up? Speaking and Listening Watch the cp fom te fim version of So, Wong Number. Hows een the dama asa fm diferent fom reading I With a patnes, discuss the Siferences between the use of stage deco inthe drama and the flmmakers'use of fim techniques ta create suspense and feeling of tert PERFORMANCE TASK as Witing Activity: Character How des she perceve other Analysis rte tvee-parograph FORE HRY aS the operators police charcteranphsisditie/ Rent | eget af hospital workers? Support youl ana wth egamalts\ |» \uhgy/paslo her personaly might ofheractionasexprestin the have been misunderstood or allow dalogue and tage dros Tyt0 (be misunderstood by others? answer these question How doer actions affect the rama plot? + How does she perce ft 126 Colecton2