Ce soir, ouvrons les guillemets.
Lights up on office. Controller sitting at microphone.
Controller : 274 ? Where are you ?
Lights up on Driver in car.
Controller : 274 ? Where are you ?
Pause.
Driver : Hullo ?
Controller : 274 ?
Driver : Hullo ?
Controller : Is that 274 ?
Driver : That’s me.
Controller : Where are you ?
Driver : What ?
Pause.
Controller : I’m talking to 274 ? Right ?
Driver : Yes. That’s me. I’m 274. Who are you ?
Pause.
Controller : Who am I ?
Driver : Yes.
Controller : Who do you think I am ? I’m your office.
Driver : Oh yes.
Controller : Where are you ?
Driver : I’m cruising.
Controller : What do you mean ?
Pause.
Listen son. I’ve got a job for you. If you’re in the area I think you’re in. Where are you ?
Driver : I’m just cruising about.
Controller : Don’t cruise. Stop cruising. Nobody’s asking you to cruise about. What the fuck are you cruising about for ?
(…)
Pause.
Listen 274. I’ve got every reason to believe that you’re drinving a Ford Cortina. I would very much like you to go to Victoria Station. In it. That means I don’t want you to walk down there. I want you to drive down there. Right ?
Driver : Everything you say is correct. This is a Ford Cortina.
Fermons les guillemets à cet extrait de Victoria Station by Harold Pinter.
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