A mild summer’s night. Only two men remain on the restaurant
terrace of The Rock Hotel, working their way through a bottle of whisky.
nothing better than a nice walk along the sand after a hearty meal. . . .
left our footprints. . . .
sea will wash them away soon.
sea as always.
history as well.
could have changed it.
did what we could.
were also things we didn’t do. . . .
go back over that again, Kim. . . .
haven’t stopped going back over it all this time. . . .
go back to the present.
go back. . . .
(Silence. A light breeze runs across the stage.)
it lovely? Not too hot, not too cold.
one of the precious few advantages there are about being in Spain these days.
I remind you that we’re not actually in Spain?
of course. God save the King.
GUY The Spanish
might complain, but Gibraltar will always belong to the Crown. It’s a small
matter for the Spanish, though their pride won’t let them admit it. When they truly
decide to fight they’re ready to kill even one another, just like what we’re
seeing scarcely ten miles away over there.
Spanish are fighting fascism. I don’t think it’ll be long before the rest of
Europe has to follow suit.
already fighting fascism, darling. Some of us, anyway. In our own way.
why we’re here, I suppose.
right. We’re here for our silent war. (They toast their drinks.) Oh yes,
congratulations on your articles, Kim. They’re quite brilliant, truly.
KIM All I
do is take the information the Insurgent Military Command gives me and adapt it
to fit the mentality of the average Times reader.
You’d never know it was you.
our job, isn’t it? Never letting anyone know it was us. You and I are like repertory
actors, always ready to play any role they throw at us. Now it’s my turn to
play the journalist. . . .
always been the journalist.
KIM An outwardly
neutral journalist with hidden nationalist sympathies. In other words, a
conservative reporter who detests the leftist adventure currently playing out
in southern Europe.
you do a wonderful job of it.
is a question of style, Guy.
as the divine Mr Wilde would say, ‘In matters of grave importance, style, not
sincerity, is the vital thing’.