DOCTOR J. Might it be God?
SMITH. (_Shrugs_) It might.
DOCTOR J. He might have a few fingers in the rest of the Universe.
SMITH. He might. But I made the world.
DOCTOR J. Enough, Mr. Smith, you did not make the world.
SMITH. (_Insulted_) Yes, I did too.
DOCTOR J. And you created me?
SMITH. (_Concedingly_) Indirectly.
DOCTOR J. Then uncreate me.
SMITH. I can't.
DOCTOR J. Why?
SMITH. I just started things. I don't control them now.
DOCTOR J. (_Sighs_) Then what are you worried about, Mr. Smith?
SMITH. I have a premonition.
DOCTOR J. What about?
SMITH. I'm going to die.
DOCTOR J. So...?
SMITH. Someone has to take over. Or else.
DOCTOR J. Or else...?
SMITH. The whole world will go.
DOCTOR J. Go where?
SMITH. No where. Just disappear.
DOCTOR J. How can it disappear if it works independently of you?
SMITH. It will be taken away to punish me.
DOCTOR J. You?
SMITH. Yes.
DOCTOR J. You mean if you die, the entire world will disappear?
SMITH. That's correct.
DOCTOR J. If I shot you, the instant you died I would disappear?
SMITH. That's....
DOCTOR J. I have advice.
SMITH. Yes? You will help?
DOCTOR J. Go to see a reputable psychiatrist.
SMITH. (_Standing_) I should have known. I have no more to say.
DOCTOR J. (_Shrugs_) As you will.
SMITH. I'll go but you'll be sorry about this.
DOCTOR J. I dare say you are already sorry, Mr. Smith.
SMITH. Goodbye. (_Mr. Smith exits. Doctor Janishefsky calls for his
nurse over the interphone. Nurse Mudde enters._)
NURSE M. Yes, doctor?
DOCTOR J. Nurse Mudde, stand by the window and tell me what you see.
NURSE M. What I...?
DOCTOR J. What you see. I want you to tell me what Mr. Smith does after
he comes out of the building.