Enron by Lucy Prebble

Prologue

The eerie, mechanical sound of singing. It is the word 'WHY' from Enron commercials.
Three suited individuals enter, finding their way with white sticks. They have the heads of mice. Over which, the commercial's voice of:
The three mice-men have wandered across the stage, feeling their way with the sticks. Perhaps one turns and seems to stare at us.
A single bright light sharply illuminates the Lawyer.
Lawyer (to us) I'm a lawyer and I'm one of the few who makes money when times are hard. When businesses fail, when unemployment rises, marriages break down and men jump to their deaths. Somebody. Divides up. The money. At times like this we are exposed to how the world really works. (I could explain to you how it works but I don't have the time and you don't have the money.) Every so often, someone comes along and tries to change that world. Can one man do that? We look at some and pray to God it isn't so. Then when things get desperate we find ourselves a great man, look up to him and demand he change things. Hypocrites. Within every great man there's a buried risk. The guy I know tried to change the world was the man behind the corporate crime that defined the end of the twentieth century and cast a shadow over this one. Now as a lawyer I choose my words carefully. So when we tell you his story, you should know it could never be exactly what happened. But we're going to put it together and sell it to you as the truth. And when you look at what happened here, and everything that came afterward, that seems about right. Here, in the beating heart of the economic world: America. In the heart of America, Texas. And in the heart of Texas, Houston. There was a company.
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