MARTIN. And he'll fabricate the houses; millions of houses, all according to Ken's plans--millions and millions and millions of 'em--and all for individualists.
TIPPY. Hi, Laura, you'll have advance models!
LAURA. Like a Paris frock.
TIPPY. You'll be the envy of all women.
LAURA. I know it--because Ken will be so famous; and I'll be proud. [There is a rapping at the door, TIPPY opens and POLICEMAN enters, bringing KATE, who is in state of collapse, KEN continues to sit staring bitterly into space. Repeats out loud: Feel better about it in the morning, LAURA rushes to KATE.] Kate! What happened?
POLICEMAN. Friend of yours?
TIPPY. Yes, that's right.
[KATE stares wildly, shivers, LAURA attends her. POLICEMAN draws TIPPY and MARTIN aside.]
POLICEMAN. Theodore Brooks--you knew him?
TIPPY. Yes. What happened?