4.2 cont'd
Matt: As conversations. Obviously I disagreed with his position, but it's not like we were fighting.
Police: So you wouldn't characterize him as radical in these conversations either?
Matt: Well no. No, he was always quite calm when we talked.
Police: So, you didn't perceive him as a threat.
Matt: Well, no. No, actually, I liked him.
Police (to Jeanette): And you?
Jeanette: The same. He was nice.
Anne: But if he didn't . . . and where is he?
Police: He is being released. The “bomb” appears to have been a hand grenade rolled under his car. When were you planning on leaving monsieur?
Matt: Leave? Oh, not for another few days (glances at Anne) I left a few days open in case it was delayed.
Police: Did you expect it to be delayed?
Matt: It's a launch, 60% of all launches get rescheduled.
Police: You seem to have quite detailed . . .
Jeanette: Anyone who pays any attention to launches could tell you that officer. You'd be a fool to try and visit a launch and expect it to go off on time. Every travel agent in the world will tell you that.
Police: Yes, of course. Ah, and here is Monsieur Mdala.
Mdala enters and approaches Celeste.
Mdala: Monsieur, only now as I was approaching did I hear the news. I am so sorry. I barely knew him of course, but, well I suppose anytime you meet someone who has lived so long . . .
Celeste: Yes, there is something . . . something about it, regardless of who they are.
Mdala: Wisdom.
Celeste: Oui, that is the word. We also have just heard that our understanding of yesterday's events was mistaken. (glances at everyone) And perhaps had our wisdom shaken.
Mdala: (looking around): Surely none of you thought I had done it? I told them to talk to you. I was sure you would assure them of such.
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