MARTIN. There's a doctor three doors down. I'll get him.
POLICEMAN. I guess there's nothing more I can do. I'll wait outside and see if the doc's coming. [To TIPPY.] Your man's at the morgue if you want him.
TIPPY. Yes--yes--thanks ...
[POLICEMAN goes.]
KEN. [Who has become aware, looks bewilderedly from one to the other.] What's up, Tippy? What's the matter?
TIPPY. [Quietly.] Ted's dead, Ken.
KEN. Dead?--Dead?
TIPPY. He killed himself. He ... [His voice breaks.]
KEN. Dead! [Pause.] The lucky bastard!