(He walks out, followed by FERSEN, nodding, and lastly by HILLMAN,
who glances at DR. JONATHAN. ASHER stares hard at them as they
leave. Then an expression of something like agony crosses his
face.)

ASHER. My God, it's come! My shops shut down, for the first time in my
life, and when the government relies on me!

(DR. JONATHAN stoops down and picks up the fragments of the document
from the floor.)

What are you doing?

DR. JONATHAN. Trying to save the pieces, Asher.

ASHER. I've got no use for them now.

DR. JONATHAN. But history may have.

ASHER. History. History will brand these men with shame for all time.
I'll fix 'em! I'll go back to Washington, and if the government has any
backbone, if it's still American, they'll go to work or fight!
(Pointedly.) This is what comes of your Utopian dreams, of your
socialism!

(A POLAK WOMAN is seen standing in the doorway, right.)

WOMAN. Doctor!

DR. JONATHAN. Yes.