PHILIP. Well, now I’m talking American. Bridges is the same way. Only I’m not sure she can talk American. You see she learned her English at college and from the cheap or literary type of Lord, but you know what’s funny, you see. I just like to hear her talk. I don’t care what she says. I’m relaxed now, you see. I haven’t had anything to drink since breakfast, and I’m a lot drunker than I am when I drink, and that’s a bad sign. Is it all right for one of your operatives to relax, mi Coronel?

ANTONIO. You ought to go to bed. You’re tired out, Philip, and you have much work to do.

PHILIP. That’s right. I’m tired out and I have much work to do. I’m waiting to meet a comrade at Chicote’s. Name of Max. I have, and I do not exaggerate, very much work to do. Max, whom I believe you know and who, to show what a distinguished man he is, has no hind name, while my back name is Rawlings exactly the same as when I started. Which shows you I haven’t gotten very far in this business. What was I saying?

ANTONIO. About Max.

PHILIP. Max. That’s it. Max. Well he’s a day overdue now. He’s been navigating now for about two weeks, say circulating to avoid confusion, behind the fascist lines. It’s his specialty. And he says, and he doesn’t lie. I lie. But not right now. Anyway, I’m very tired, see, and I’m also disgusted with my job, and I’m nervous as a bastard because I’m worried and I don’t worry easy.

ANTONIO. Go on. Don’t be temperamental.