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.