SARA Never mind, I’ll make you anyway a cup of tea. [_She goes into the kitchen._] YUDELSON You see, she’s a new person already. JACK [_In a low tone_]. Yudelson ... don’t tell Mama ... but I left without even seeing the boss. Just as soon as the dress rehearsal was finished, I told the stage manager I wasn’t going to show up.... Well—you were there. You know what I told you about the show.... YUDELSON [_Impressed_]. It’s a lot of money, and you’re throwing it away for your papa! JACK It isn’t the money, Yudelson. Mr. Lee believed in me, and I left him flat. [_He sits wearily._] YUDELSON Never mind. Never mind. Don’t worry from bosses. A papa is hard to find, but bosses there’s planty.... JACK I’m finished. YUDELSON Jakie, don’t worry. You can always have a job in my store. JACK [_Nervously drumming with his fingers_]. Why doesn’t Levy show up with that praying shawl? Why does everybody take so long? YUDELSON [_Moves to the door_]. I’ll get him, Jakie. JACK Is the choir ready for a quick rehearsal? YUDELSON Everything is ready. JACK I want to go over at least Kol Nidre once. YUDELSON They’re standing all ready now waiting—I’ll bring your praying shawl and a skull cap. Everything will be all right. [YUDELSON _hastens out._ JACK _sits in silence for a moment; then, head in his hands, he begins humming to himself the plaintive, majestic cadences of Kol Nidre. He might be his own great grandfather in the Russian Ghetto hidden in some dark cellar praying to a forbidden God, as he sits there, weary, determined, humming a tune thousands of years old. He does not hear the repeated knocks on the door._ LEE _has opened the door and entered, and is half-way toward JACK before the boy sees him._] JACK Mr. Lee! LEE I got your message. Gene gave me the address. [_He crosses to_ JACK. _They both are standing, tense._] Do you realize what you’re doing? JACK I’d rather cut off my right arm than do this to you. LEE Forget me—think of yourself. You’re a young fellow. Tonight is the chance of a lifetime for you. JACK I know it. LEE