And I've also written a play called Miranda , about what happens afterwards on the ship on the way home. It's about what happens to innocence and how it has to be destroyed.
"I'll sue you and the Sheriff's Department," he said, sounding more sulky than anything else. "Questioning me like a common criminal! And with an FBI agent standing over me in a threatening manner!"Since Bishop was across the room leaning rather negligently against the filing cabinet, that was such an obvious exaggeration that Miranda could only admire it for a moment in silence.
[Prophet of Truth: You cannot hope to kill them all!] You're right. [She draws her pistol and points it to Johnson's head] [Sergeant Johnson: Do it. Me...then you... Now!] [Thruth shoots Miranda in the back, killing her.] [Sergeant Johnson: No!]
Meet me on my vast veranda My sweet untouched Miranda