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"The Night the Earth Stood Still: A Screenplay by Richard Ozanne Based on Incidents in Prague" 

 

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"The Prague Connection" Description-The Night the Earth Stood on its Axis:
Nine Minutes Before Eleven -a screenplay
by Richard Ozanne
c. 2009

-Transcript-Story of the Prague Connection in Prague 2000-- ADD Photos---Video Resources---
Registered International Copyright. Please email me for the large transcript- 180 pages for public diplay as this work is registered c. 2009  (Ozanne@usa.com)
To be witness to certain events as they happen is the subject in this particuar story- in so much that it is not a story at all, but the truth is one issue- you will have to decide, because from the authors point-this is a transcript of certain events as they played out over time in Prague. Make no bones about it-in one evening I witnessed the people who were going to force the world change...and to witness that particular event happening, saddens me, because everything was done to stop it, via all the resources available...it saddens me to this day that no one could do anything to stop what was a prelude to "a forcast of the world changing". I pray for many peaceful tomorrows...

This is only a partial test transcript-a larger and more evolved -involved transcript/screenplay exists- (Names have been changed to protect innocent...)
 











Nine Minutes Before Eleven

By Richard Ozanne

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Script Synopsis


International Intrigue/Action Adventure

Nine Minutes Before Eleven is a true story in transcript form of events that took place in Prague and involved the 9/11 Terrorists that evolved their plot of the horrific events leading up to Sep 11 2001. The screen play is a robust montage of Internatinal Intrigue and Romance of a young American Artists-professors life as an expat in the Czech Republic, shrouded in intrigue as events unfold that lead up to April 30 2000, a night that a group of Arabs decended on a Cafe in Prague called Gulu Gulu. Mohammed Atta and Hani Hanjour (the pilots) where present among others and released their plot of 9/11 to an open crowd that didnt pay attention much to the details. The Artist overheard the ongoing events as well as others and the international intrigue unfolds as the artist is told to “hush” and events take place that are sure to captivate any audience in this post 9/11 era.




























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Nine Minutes Before Eleven!

By Richard Ozanne

c.2009

(A Transcript of a true story in Prague Czech Republic 2000)

















Nine Minutes Before Eleven!

A Year Before..”

The Prague Connection”

(Title Perspective Titles arranged by Richard Ozanne)


A Play from a truthful event April 30 2000

Richard Ozanne

from Journals and Memories

of that fateful day

April 30th 2000.


Cast of Characters :

The Artist

(The Teacher-Artist)

A young artist in his early 30's. Ph.d He is keen, and very bright yet maintains a low profile in Prague during his residency. His Czech has never been very good though he could make do with a limited vocabulary.

The Russian Artist

(Name-Indentity and description withheld)

A friend of many years who remembered much of the night on later reflection

Svetlana

(The Girlfriend of the Artist)

Model Type...Dark Haired and nice figured swankish, good intelligence with a good personality that is humorous and very unapparent....

(Name Changed for Protection)

Mother-in-Law

Heavier set lady with Dark Hair and bottle bottom glasses...speaks only a little English but is outwardly kind and has a very strong background in the sciences.


Mysterious Student A

Czech Early 40's- Cropped Hair (Gray) in a semi-flattop, block jaw and deep set features, medium build, intelligent, full of inquiry,

Mysterious Student B

Tall fellow with black hair, medium length with very strong presence in his eyes of inquiry, serious look but casual dress.

The Bartender

(British)-

Big Build and heavy set with a beard. His demeanor is very much like an ex-football player (British Football) He grinds his smile and has a very sharp sense to him..almost looking dangerous at times, but otherwise appearing a one of the many ex-pats that come through Prague.

Female Server

A beautiful young Czech Lady between 18-22, tall but with a very mechanical demeanor (she dosent speak English well but attempts the language with hesitance) not very humorous when it comes to understanding customers

American Gentleman (The Art Collector)

(In his mid-30's)

A fellow with short businessman haircut that sinks well into his environment. He is not really humorous, warm but edges in a cold way to the climate in which he exists. Likes art and seems to be quite literate.


American Gentleman 2

(In his 40's...a person with a very knifing quality to his laugh)

A fellow- of Miscellaneous People late 30's perhaps 40's-

American Gentleman 3

Heavier set, businessman type..intelligent but distant, interested in political arguments and instigation's from a negative side, but would rather have talks about sports and games.

Gentleman 1

British/German?

(A heavier set fellow who is gregarious and outspoken. He is the fellow who will talk to anyone and usually does. One might think hes-full of it- but he is not. He has a intelligent range of knowledge about many thing s and is open about his life-relationships and general conversation)

The American Backpacker

A young drunk fellow in his late 20's early 30's who sings outside the coffee house. He is dressed in backpacking clothes and has mid length hair.


Czech Teachers Manager

Fellow in his mid-late 30's , middle weight, serious professional with a very likable persona that has an edge of friendliness, dosent speak English well.

The Embassy Clerk

Ambassador

Various Official People at the Embassy



Girl Friends of Svetlana

4 Good looking-western model like-Czech women in their early 20's with very cocky attitudes about life-they don't speak English well..they seem like almost

Extras of Classes

A Czech or Slovak faces...younger/older...early 20's to 60's

Extras at Gulu Gulu

A mix of ex-pat foreigners and business people as well as a few Czech and Russian People.

Extras at Blue Hat

A mix of mostly younger 20's-30's ex-pat foreigners from all parts of the world..backpackers and real and quasi business people as well as a few Czech and Russian People.(Darker variety...mysterious)

Extras Streets of Prague

A mix of ex-pat foreigners and business people as well as a many Czech and Russian People.

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The Arabs:


The Old Man

Ahmed Khalil Ibrahim Samir al-Ani in Prague in the Czech Republic, Photo-Winter 2000??---Or perhaps another old man altogether? The writer saw this man in Prague...but often confused him with the old man..as he would drift about...seemingly carrying a load of camera equipment....





Muhammad Atta Aka-The Man with the Waxen Face

Muhammad Atta...Terrorist

A face off (Argument that nearly turned into a fight brought The Artist only a foot or two away) of The Artist brought the identification of this man a positive at Gulu Gulu Cafe c. April 30th 2000. He was there sitting only feet from “The Old Man”and Hanjour -the face below. He was dressed in a light vermillion T-Shirt and Jeans....


Hani Hanjoor

Announced himself as a pilot

(Raving and ranting spectacle at Prague's Gulu Gulu Cafe...the night of approx. April 30th 2000.

His hair was a bit longer and some of the facial hair was not as noticeable...He was dressed in causal clothes that were darker and less conspicuous...a positive ID was given by The Artist-


Other Arabs

A group of Arabs (Mysterious looking dark featured) about 4 or 5 in number (or more) that blend into the background


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Description of “Gulu-Gulu Cafe”-Far right building-left/center-now an exhibition hall for art prints. Original Building Bethlehemska Namesti- Reconstructed closed sometime in in 2000.

The Gulu Gulu Cafe (Now closed..change of ownership)- Now an Art Gallery in Bethlehemska Namesti Prague Czech Republic


The Gulu Gulu Cafe was a dark environment that was dimly lit and had a vermillion cast largely covered by curious hand painted and surreal paintings from floor to ceiling. Gulu Gulu was largely in the late 90's frequented by expats and traveling backpackers. In the evening there were a number of usual Czechs that came in and had conversations over beer sometimes getting out of control. There was loud music often played and sometimes bands..but not frequently. A second level was built with a staircase downstairs that would feature exhibitions...but after 2000 I only remember that the place was closed...and somewhat suddenly moved to another part of town.



The Play

-A Re-Enactment-

This Play is a real re-enactment of several events that took place in Prague Czech Republic during the years 1998-2000. The story is actual from the recollection of several events that happened. As with any story of this type (being an actual event) the exact transcript is more or less from recollection. Certain Names and dates may be only approximations..others are factual recounts and re-enactments of incidences as they occurred. (actual). The time line between incidences are played out to give breadth to the story line...there could be no involvement between certain incidences, actions or results, or there could be. This is a re-enactment of several recollections of “The Artist” as they happened play by play during his residence in Prague 1996-2003-Intermittent.



The Story is set in the afternoon in Prague Czech Republic about 4pm crossing down through old town Prague (Starometska). It is a clear day on April 30th and the sunlight is beginning to set into late afternoon light. I am just finished with classes and heading (walking) down to the place where I usually met friends-A place called Gulu Gulu in Bethlehemska Namesti (Old Town)-{Since 2000 the place had been closed and an art gallery now exists where this cafe once existed}

ACT I

Scene- A large school room with 18 foot 19th century ceilings and very tall windows that stretched from floor to ceiling- Vidi Vidi Vici- A part of the University Karlolinium Fakulti Pedagogicka-Faculty of

The Artist on a podium instructing about 12 students who are widely spaced around the classroom. It is a usual day of instruction that is just ending. The artist is speaking in English instructing the students about the next chapters to be read out of an English Book...holding the pages in the air so that everyone in the class can see the instructions of the next chapter to be studied. The Clock reads 6:00 pm. The daylight outside has already faded to darkness as the class is just about to end. The 'teachers manager' appears at the door. (He smiles from the far end of the room looking in and then taking a far chair at the end of the class room about 35 feet distant. The artist acknowledges him but briefly from the corner of his eye as the class ends with a “brief buzzer” that can be heard out through the corridors of the building. The students collect and talk, smile back at the teacher (artist) and begin to gather their bags and leave. The artist casually walks toward the teachers manager.

Teachers Manager

(in a heavy Czech Accent but with a cordial smile)

How are things going?

Artist

(Smiles Cordially)

Good...Chapter 8 and 9 today...

Teachers Manager

(Smiling Cordially-The closed mouthed Czech Way)

Good..I must say you have some good compliments now..

(Looks around and takes the artist aside in a more discrete way)

I want to introduce you to a new class of students a little bit more sophisticated than this, many of them are fair English Speakers wishing improvement..some of them are advanced speakers, some intermediate..seeking technical English competence for the Cambridge level examinations...)

Artist

(Acknowledging the class description on paper which lists Upper Levels of Technical Proficiency)

Scientific...Technical?

(Looks at the papers for the course)

Teachers Manager

(Beginning to walk him over to another very large room across the hall where the double doors are closed)

This is a private special group, as you may find

(smiles professionally as he reaches out to open the door to the large classroom that is filled with florescent light, the handle is pushed and the artist and teachers manager walk into a group of 10 students varying in age from 19 to 65...there are all eyes on the artist and teachers manager as they move to the front of the class for a brief introduction to all the pupils.)

Hello, I am Vladislave, Teachers Manager for the dept of Pedagogical Studies! This is Richard who will be your instructor for this section.

(He turns to Richard and explains privately -low level conversation-when the class meets and this is an introduction for a class that has been going on but the teacher has moved to a different section-the artist meets with individual students as to their needs for the next section of class which starts in two days- introduced is a Psychologist from Charles University, A physicist, medical doctor, mathematician, several very sharp executive looking people, an art student, and several very sharp middle age ladies which made up most of the class...the students met The Artist and are very enthusiastic)

Teachers Manager

This class meets on Tuesday and Thursday from five to seven o'clock...using the Academic Scientific English and Business Textbook as listed on the program


(Teachers Manager lifts book from a leather satchel and hands it to the artist..placing his finger across the cover...)

of course there are people here who are specializing in certain subjects and you may need to vary the course as needed.


(There are several people who look back from the classroom and bid a cordial smile as the teachers manager and artist leave...they shake hands and the artist and teachers manager separate...the artist moves down stairs and picks up his coat at the cloakroom and removes shoe coverings and proceeds outside into a cold and drizzly day looking back)

ACT I-Scene II

(About 2 months later)

(The class at the University is being conducted by The Artist sketching out the lesson in class -written across the blackboard – rules for short sentence structure and a project to be done in class and at home of : “Memorable events of the last year” described in short essay style utilizing new vocabulary rules and sentence structure.. The students ask questions about the structure of the essay as a group and proceed to bring out paper. The class is broken up into groups of 3 or 4 to work on the project and compare notes and vocabulary for use in their essays)

Artist

(Walking from group to group to answer individual questions about the project and work individually on vocabulary and subject problems)

Student A (A young man in his 20's whose attending the AMU Academy of Arts for painting/drawing who is deciding to write a 2 page research paper on a Czech Artist in English has some questions of using reference from some art books in Czech Language which he wishes to facilitate...the psychologist has brought in some reference on a certain paper which he wishes to translate and develop for his class lecture at another department- there is some inquiry about content- the artist nods in approval for the students to individualize their projects which are somewhat off the subject of “Memorable events of the last year...but will basic be allowed in a loose construct of the assignment. Arriving at a third table there are a couple of students which remained purely at attention during the course of the assignments...the artist sits down with them to discuss the project assignment.

Mysterious Student A

(A man in his middle 30's who appears very attentive and unusually intelligent about certain subject matter...He is working with one other person and falls out of line with the request of three student groups...the artist try's to consolidate another person within the group to maintain the idea of 'groups of three'..Inviting an older lady student into the group for discussion...Somehow she joins another group at another table bringing that group into 4 instead of three and looks back smiles somewhat disapproving-but rather distanced for some particular reason- of working at the table with the other two gentleman in their group)

Yes,....I have some inquiry about the subject of my 'paper'..

I wish to write..(pause..scanning the pen over the paper, while he pauses in thought) Write about last summers visit to Paris.

(Mysterious Student B looks on gathering notes in Czech and paying attention to the conversation)

In this case...the Paris Air Show which we both attended last summer..

(pointing to his associate Mysterious Student B...who nods in a slight way putting his pen against paper and looks down, gradually looking up from time to time)

Artist

Air Show?...Oh! Air Show...? Excuse Me?

(Thinking pause as Mysterious Student A-B looks up in intelligent intent...the pronunciation is a bit thick...Air show..rather translating into Air Show)

Oh you mean “Air Show “...the Paris Air Show?

(carefully pronouncing “Ae” sound to accentuate the English spoken language)

Yes?

Mysterious Student A

Yes, I went to dis Air Show...famous Air Show in Paris and wish to write about dis as mi paper for the class...must this be one or two pages? (The mysterious students A-B take notes looking up)

Artist

As much as possible...for this is an exercise in writing...I leave this up to you..

(Both Mysterious Student A-B nod and discuss the project between them)

-Fade to next scene-

{Second Part of Lecture 1 hour later Artist steps down from podium and checks students work by attending to the groups-Mysterious student A beacons with finger up to call attention to the Artist (Teacher)}

Artist

Yes...?

Mysterious Student A

(Places green book from satchel on table...book is about 1-11/2 Inches thick..placed in front of the Artist Quite Obviously-taps book with his forefinger)

I wonder if I can read this first part for you...so we can concentrate on the grammar and style...of course later (shrugs)..at the end of class?

(Mysterious Student B looks on with intent)

{Class begins to wrap up at the end of the hour-Mysterious Student A-and B sit together and give a hand up for last inquiries about their projects-Artist continues to table}

-

Yess...I wonder if I can ask you some questions regarding the project and some work that you might be able to do...perhaps...private lessons or to speak to another group, or school?

Artist

Uh hun...

Mysterious Student A

Do you teach at other schools or ...(arbite, teaching, lecktor) classes in English for privately, or translations service? (thick accent hand placed on the green book with some impatience as to its contents)

Artist

(Casually, a little apprehensive of talking about private lessons..since the artist was contracted to the school)

Yes, maybe we can discuss this with the teachers manager about doing classes with another school..I'm contracted to this school..

Mysterious Student A

(A little more attimate, rests his elbow against the table and looks up with his associate smiling the same direction and writing things down)

Yess, of course you can be paid for these translation, if you please...

(picks up book and thumbs through the first pages of the book as though being obvious that it was to somehow be a translation of the green book on the table)


Artist

What kind of translations would these be about?

(A curious look comes over the artist)

Mysterious Student A

(Casually, with his elbow resting on the table and casually looking at the door at the people leaving)

Are you familiar with....humm....never mind now...but we can get to this later

(Winks and closes book and lays book on table)

Artist

(Somewhat confused)

Yes, we can talk about this next session...

Mysterious Student A

Yess we can talk about this.

(Smiles)

I can also show you my writing and get a better grasp of the project about the Paris Air Show as I have some time to work on this..do you have interest in aircraft or designs?

Artist

Yes, I have a casual hobby and vocabulary...

Mysterious Student A

Ah Good!

(raises eyebrows while mysterious student B looks seriously on)

Artist

(curiously)

Are you an engineer?

Mysterious Student A

(Casually and Professionally)

Something like that...(furls head and lips, mysterious student B looks on and then casually away, and then smiles briefly in acknowledgment)

Military interests...my job (smiles casually)

Artist

(curiously)

Pilot?

Mysterious Student A

Just an interest..we can talk more about this later...

(looks at the clock...gives handshake to artist)

Mysterious Student B

I went to Paris too..similar similar



Artist

(Curiously looking at the clock to see its 5 minutes past the hour)

Ok then...next time!

(Greetings in Parting..cordial handshake)

Act III Scene I

(About two sessions later, the same classroom, Mysterious Student A hasn't come to class in two sessions (one week) but appears at the third session but Mysterious Student B is present... Class is midway through and the artist is checking papers on the weeks subject matter..artist appears at Mysterious Students Table...both are present)

Mysterious Student A

(Artist arrives at table...Mysterious Student A smiles and greets him cordially)

Ohhh...I'm so sorry I haven't been able to come to class..I have had soo much business.

(Artist sees green book again on table...fingertips are placed on book as to be apparent. Student B is busy working on the extended period writing lesson)

Artist

We missed you...how is the writing project coming? New Vocabulary for your project?

Mysterious Student A

Looks a the green book which returns to the table ..and begins to place hand on spine and open partially the book...and then close it)

Yessss...hummm, here it is...

(fiddles with a page or two of notes for his project about the Paris Air Show and hands it to the artist...the artist then sits down and reads the paper written in cursive as well as printed writing about the Paris Air Show. It is about two pages long and describes a trip to Paris and very interesting analysis of different interests and impressions of aircraft which is mostly centered on military purposes...the artists looks over basic grammar and discusses this with the student as well as talks a little bit about the content of the article checking length of sentences, and word usage.)

Artist

Look, the sentence is too long and needs to be shortened here, and contains a comma splice here. Your description of the aircraft is interesting. Some of the aircraft you saw were quite expressive. Interesting article...(Fade out)...and this spelling should be (Fade Out) I will work more with the descriptions as they come...


Mysterious Student A

Oh yes...

(casually, grabs the green book and opens it to a random page)

This is an interesting book. I need help if you can give it to me in translating the English here, as well as vocabulary, and then we can talk about some more translations I need to be done, later on. (The book is opened up to various photo-copied pages that are bound. The book contains photographs of modern jet fighters as well as two pages of statistics on each one. On one page was inserted a photograph of Mysterious Student A with a friend at the Paris Air Show in military uniform...the pages are flipped slowly forward to include American as well as Soviet Style Aircraft, including various plans or diagrams and technical terms uncommon to many other books. The pages move forward...and the artist get a brief overview of “Non Classified” stamp mark...and “Special”, various stamp markings that are unusual...the information looks very technical..)

Would you have the facility to help me translate some of the technical information in this book?

Artist

(Quietly and rather nervously looking over the information)

Yes, it is possible...perhaps we should talk about this later on...after class, or at another time (the artist gets a little withdrawn after seeing the stamps and markings on the drawings and photographs of the aircraft)

For now we have to concentrate on the assignment..Im interested in the Paris Air Show....

(Mysterious Student A smiles and returns the green book to his velice)

Mysterious Student A

Yes..later alright (smiles briefly) and sets back to work

(Class ends and pupils walk out...Mysterious Student A and B are walking together and talking in a low level to one another...)

-The artist walks out separately and catches the tram back home to his apartment in Prague Versovica-

ACT II

-The Apartment in Prague-

It is a spacious and luxurious apartment in Prague and the Artist turns the key and enters, his girlfriend (Svetlana) has already arrived and is sitting on the sofa. Something in the kitchen is cooking and the smell is delightful. The artist seems somewhat worried.

Artist

Oh, your here!

Svetlana

(comes on up and gives the artist a sweeping kiss that is repeated with passion)

Here I am...my baby!!

Artist

What a day! Oh my gosh am I tired...

(Moves over to sofa and repeats kiss...Svetlana lights candle)

Svetlana

Tired? Ohhhhh...poor baby...time for a little Beckerovka (a native Czech appertive)

I've got something good in the oven that's my surprise!

Artist

Surprise? It smells good!

Svetlana

(Pours Becherovka in small glass...they toast and kiss)

So what has my baby been doing today?

Artist

Teaching...my classes...meeting with another artist going to the gallery...

Svetlana

Too bad for my baby....your Svetlana is here (kisses and toast)

(Smell of something burning in the kitchen.. they both rush in to see smoke coming out of the oven and off the stove.)

Oh....shi@$%^..(Pause) My dinner is ruined...it was supposed to be a surprise! (begins to cry, moves gently into artists arms and brushes away tears)

Artist

No matter...we didn't summon the fire department yet! Its alright! Dont worry!

(putting out a few flames and opening the window to clear the smoke)

We will...just go out to dinner. Yess...it would be a good night just to get out of the house for a while, and maybe get a bite to eat at the Jewish Pub, over in Zizkov.

Svetlana

(Still brushingaway tears)

Oh I so much wanted to make dinner for you...now I have to get dressed...I think its OK...

(A few minutes pass and she goes into the bedroom to get dressed...the artist thumbs through some of his sketchbook pages and makes several notes in his journal while he waits)

How does this look? (Svetlana is wearing a nice short dress and boots and looks fantastic..she moves over and gives the artist an embrace and kiss) so do we go out tonight?



Artist

I still have allot of work to do for the exhibition next week (thumbs through portfolio and looks a artwork) this work needs allot of work, and have more to do on the papers I have to write, but what the hec....tonight were gonna have a good meal, just you and I...

Svetlana

Hum mm,

(grabbing the artist and giving him a passionate kiss...)

Artist

(Worried)

Something really weird happened this evening...and like I want to talk about it...like it was strange...

Svetlana

Whats worrying my baby (kissing)

Artist

That new class...that was given to me...by the university...Vongerov, the teachers manager...remember I told you about that new class?

Svetlana

(Lighting a cigarette and puffing from it lightly)

Oh, I remember you talking about that...you liked that class!

Artist

Yes...Its a good one.

Svetlana

So whats strange...you have the teaching you want...and everything is happy

Artist

There has been something strange that happened today...very strange..these two people....lets talk as were walking down..OK?

(The couple leave the apartment and start to walk down the street...its drizzling rain and both go hand in hand talking a bit how their days have been)

Lousy night! Lucky its not cold! Suppose were gonna be here when it gets even colder.

Svetlana

Ill keep you warm....sooo what happened to make you unhappy?

Artist

I have these two students that passed a book in front of me...a green book with information in it...that they were asking me to translate. The question I have is who are these people..because it looked like sensitive information.

Svetlana

Oh don't worry...it could be they gave you special students. Sometimes they give special students to foreign teachers in Czech Republic.

Artist

Like Special...Who? How Special?

Svetlana

Oh you could be teaching the police or investigators. Your already teaching some of our chief scientists...they probably heard you were really good.

Artist

Im an artist not an English Teacher...why are they seeking out me? And who are these people...what I saw was sensitive information about airplanes etc etc.

Svetlana

Maybe they were from Ruzne Airport..allot of our Air Traffic Control use the school for teachers who need to learn English. Anyway they are just people and you teach...so that's your job...right? Why do you ask so many questions....(stops the artist in the street and sweeps his forehead with the palm of her hand and gives him a kiss)

All I do is want to make you happy! (Kisses) Maybe they are police or even Security. Anyway its just work...who cares who you teach. All I want to do is see you are happy.

Artist

Like security? What kind of security would have books of aircraft and diagrams like those?

Svetlana

Maybe there BIS! STB (Repeats the Czech Translation of BIS and STB)

Artist

Whats that? Who are they?

Svetlana

Our international security, like your CIA in America. Anyway its a job and your teaching them English...I could think of no one better for the job.

Artist

Yeh...(Becomes silent and thought filled as the couple walks down the side street to the main road) I don't know why I worry...its probably unreasonable...they are just students after all....

(Fade to blackboard the next Tuesday at the University School)

Act III Scene I

(Just finishing the class on Tuesday Evening...the lessons are going well for the English Class and the two mysterious students are seated casually...about 10 minutes before the end of class the artist is summoned to check the students work at some students in the back of the class and then by the two mysterious students who try to catch his attention)


Mysterious Student A-B

(Exchange Handshakes-a bit firm by both gentlemen but a fair feeling though looking a bit intimidating by Mysterious student B)

(A)How are you doing? (B)-Dobre Vaecher!

Mysterious Student A

Well I finished my essay about the Paris Air Show and I would like you to look over it for me...I know its a bit late, but its of a specific purpose...I assure you..

Artist

(Looks at the 5 page paper..a detailed description of the aircraft of the Paris Air Show. Described are the particulars of aircraft..speeds and various velocities which seemed to impress him as well as various missile placements and comparisons...a list of vocabulary was at the end of the article)

Humm...the spelling is much better

(makes some suggestions in spelling and vocabulary...noticing the descriptions and vocabulary unique to the article...noticed a crimson red paper book on the table besides Mysterious student A and attention of B in particular to the conversation by the artist...Mysterious Student A places hand over book and raps it with his fingers...)

Humm...very good, a few spelling errors....by the way?...humm the vocabulary is unique to this story, anything in particular? Quite a use of complicated terms....? (smiles cordially..) Must be a hobby, aeronautics? Im also interested in such things.

By the way what do you do? Im curious? (smiles curiously and looks up in a very innocent way)

Mysterious Student B

(Interjects)

He works in the Czech Air Force...

(somewhat secretly said so no one could readily listen and smiles...Mysterious Student A looks cordially at the artist holding his hands lightly on the red book...the artist held some suspicion..and felt nervous but guarded)

Artist

Oh, Military? You too

(Addressed to Mysterious Student B..smiles cordially)

Mysterious Student B (shakes his head denyingly and smiles...Mysterious Student A carefully smiles)

An officer? Soldier?

Mysterious Student A

(Nods affirmatively..as Mysterious Student B looks on)

You know allot...we can help you..are you willing to teach a class to pupils at a more advanced level? (Said in a low tone) We will pay what you want. It certainly will be paid more than you can make here. How much do you charge for private lessons? I think you can help us. (they look at each other and catch each others eyes) Do you know anything about the working parts of an aircraft? Technology, Terminology? Are you familiar with TAMORA-Vera? (smiles a bit..but somewhat seriously)

Artist

(A bit nervously)

Oh you mean the Czech...Czech Radar

(Mysterious Student A turns away to the other student B acknowledging)

I know a little...so very little..

Mysterious Student A

You know enough..I think you can help us in translating some documents and to understand some things...

Artist

(Feeling a bit nervous turns away)

Ill think about it but all information has to go through the school...

Mysterious Student A

Think about it...really!

.(Smiles-Mysterious students turn away and follow the artist with their eyes back to teachers podium the class continues rather nervously...until 7 when it lets out..the artist moves out to the sleet filled street and goes for a long walk nervously pacing and thinking about these Mysterious students...)


Act IV

(Artists Apartment in Zizkov. The artist climbs the stairs and enters the apartment to find his girlfriend writing some papers at the breakfast table..)

Artist

Oh Hi!

(Somewhat surprised at seeing her there)

Svetlana

(Stacking paper and putting her books on economics away)

Hellloo...Hows my baby today?

Artist

(Looking exasperated)

Ok...but not...its been another day...the students in that one class....

Humm...(pacing back and forth) I received an offer from them...(nervously)

I don't know who these people are or what they want. Remember I told you about them...like they were at it today...a totally new prospect. There professional alright. I don't know what they want. One told me that the other was in the Military or something like that! I don't know who these cats are.

Svetlana

Cats?

Artist

Figure of Speech....Metaphor...

Svetlana

Whats Metaphor...Ohhhhh (sits in the artist lap and kisses him)

No worry's honey! You just have members of BIS or STB in your class, nothing to be alarmed at. You can teach them too.

Artist

I don't want to teach....secret agents in my class...first of all I cant, and second of all what do they want from me? Im just teaching English, not aeronautics or space science. Anyway I have to know what they want from me...something very very strange is going on...its making me nervous! Im really nervous about that particular class and thinking I should just talk to the teachers manager to get a replacement...or something..(Paces nervously around the room) Im an artist, I teach art students, Im an English Teacher for the money...what could they want from me? I don't know anything!

Svetlana

What do I know about you? What do you know about me? I could be...or couldn't be...(says prancing around the room ending up in the artists lap)...mm mm?

Artist

What? What could you be?

Svetlana

I could be STB-BIS too...(lights a cigarette and wisps around the room) you never know...I could be a secretttttttttt agent...sent to spy on you!

Artist

Yea, like a very bad one at that! (Kisses her) Or I could be...a spaceman from another planet...sometimes I feel just like that! (laughs)

Svetlana

Well I have a secret....

Artist

And what is that?

Svetlana

My uncle...

Artist

Dont tell me....hes president of Czech Republic?


Svetlana

Maybe hes the former head of BIS....Maybe my Baby??? Hummm? (wisps around the room)

Artist

So what does that make me? Did he get this job lined up? Why don't they just come out and talk to me...tell me...I like people to be straight with me!

Svetlana

Maybe Im joking..or maybe Im not! I could be an agent for BIS too! (finds herself in the artists lap..and continues to kiss him)

Artist

Yeh, like Mata Hari? Hummm? A vamp?

Svetlana

Maybe you'll never know...could be or couldn't be..(envelopes herself in a cloak of smoke) How do you think things are so easy for you here? Hummm?

Artist

Well Im all ears...

Svetlana

And so are we, eye (makes the eyes with her hands...and ears pointing to her ears...laughs mischievously)...besides your safe if your teaching them..they will watch out for you.

{The artist awakes in the middle of the night to wonder what Svetlana said...thinking it a joke or truth...it was difficult after all, life in the Czech Republic had been easier since he met her...but given to imagination all could have been possible...}

-Fade into the next session at the school-

ACT V

-Classroom-

Again about midway through class, the two mysterious students appeared late to class and sat in -a peculiar way- the red book was the only book visible with Mysterious Student A. Mysterious Student B was not present, one of the other female students had taken his seat. He appeared to be listening but not taking notes on the lessons. Mysterious Student A walks past the artist and asks him to come over and talk for a brief while to check his paper...

Artist

How are things going?

Mysterious Student A

Have you thought about working for us?

Well all in good time....

Heres my paper...how is the grammar and I have something I want you to see...

Artist

(very reluctant to make too much conversation beyond what was the initial class project of writing and discussion)

Ok...

(Passed original article of Paris Air Show with more specifics on the aircraft and various interesting and intelligently laid details..almost perfectly written....a special extra detail described something to do with radar named TAMARA-VERA which was too deep in explanation.)

Very Good...now we have to go on to some other class articles I think we can call this one complete...(smiles)

Mysterious Student A

(Taking the red book out off the table and handing it open to the artist)

Here...here is some vocabulary and articles which I need translated and explained. You can look through them and tell me if you can help me...if so the offer is good for you...what you ask..

(The book is filled with photographs and details of military aircraft of high potential as being some form of contraband...Details are way too specific and pages of numbers are provided with perhaps every detail imaginable to an engineer. On the outside of the photocopied documents are “Un-classified” and “De-Classified”...on another marked...“Secret”. Nerves of all sorts were beginning to shudder the artists disposition...he held back from feeling nervous...as he was looking at documents that were of some very specific origin form military libraries).

Artist

(Extremely nervous but not holding it back as to not show it...feeling sick but trying not to show any emotion only a kind of silliness )

Oh, Interesting! Nice Photos! Well written material...well I cant understand very much of what you want me to do...perhaps paint you a picture? Im an artist after all..I have exhibitions and make paintings...The school has made me extremely busy with classes these last weeks so I cant really do much else but these classes after all! Sorry! Cant really help you...too busy! (the artist moves to the front of the class and makes progress in the next lesson...class ends...the Mysterious Student meets his colleague in the hallway outdoors...out of the corner of the artists eye he sees them conversing and looking the direction of the artist as he leaves....)

ACT VI

-Gulu Gulu Cafe-Bethlemska Namesti in Old Town Prague-

Entry to the Gulu Gulu Cafe to get a coffee and relax over the days events that seemed to be disturbing. It was about 5-6 minutes walk from Vidi Vidi Vici to Gulu Gulu. The artist comes in and makes an immediate left to a vacant seat where he orders coffee and sits a bit to think about what he has just encountered with the Mysterious Students in his class.

About 15 minutes pass and he is sitting alone with his coffee before him silently. Some other people he knew came in and said hello but passed. The artist brought out his journal and began to make an entry. A minute passes before the door opens and an old acquaintance of a Dutch Man appeared at his table. The fellow was well dressed- as was the artist and the dutch man literally invited himself to the artists table-

Dutch Man

Herr! There! What is your name? I know your face...but your name I keep completely forgetting it! Oh well it dosent matter...May I just sit a bit? I'll get a beer...yes... (walks to the bar and orders a beer and then returns)

Why your here early! My friend.... (looks at the artist...) What is it with you? I know its been a long time but ….well may I buy you a drink? Oh just coffee...your unusual...well whats up with you now? (noticing the artist is silent)

Artist

Hard day! Just one of those!

Dutch Man

Well if its a woman I cant help you! I can never think like one...besides the trouble could be more than any man would want...ha ha! Hey cheer up! Whats going on..looks like you've seen a ghost! (He sips his beer slopping it on the table and putting his briefcase down) Dont tell me another exhibition didn't go well! I don't know how you artists do it! I think its Prague Blues...you need a woman...maybe 10 of them...more the merrier...got to watch your back around here...ha ha!

(Looks into the other corner of the cafe to see a beautiful girl with her friend sitting in the corner looking over) Look! Theres one for you and one for me! Ha Ha..Buy you a beer! How about something stronger! Looks like you need it. (The artist stares straight ahead with hardly an utterance)

Artist

What do you know about some sort of Russian Aircraft...and other things like that? (laughs sarcasticly)

Dutch Man

You mean like the F-14 or the TU-whatever! Ha it has a speed of such and such specific speed and maneuverability like a bug in flight...one is better than the other...if you want one it will cost you plenty...if you want tanks too they can be arranged! Can I arrange for 20 or 100, perhaps a fleet? How many and expect delivery in 3 weeks! Ha Ha! That will be 23million up front cash!


Artist

What are you talking about?

Dutch Man

What do you think Im talking about? 20 or 100... a fleet of them will come with advisers too...how about an army to go with them...or a dozen or two of F-14's of course you might find their Russian counterparts a little more reliable!

Artist

Huh?

Dutch Man

What do you think I do business in? Plush bears with little beady eyes?

Of course not...machinery of pure destruction. Ha ha...


Artist

TAMORA?

Dutch Man

TAMORA and Vera! (His hand wobbling from too many beers places his beer flat on the table spilling some on the side)

How many and in what quantity? One? Two? 35?!

(The artist feels nerves in all parts of his body...and drinks his coffee up..and shakes his hand and heads out)

Artist

Later....

(The artist heads out and walks along Charles Bridge after a very very strange day. It must have been hours or seemed as such. The artist returns home...and makes a long phone call to his girlfriend who eventually comes over to his apartment)

ACT VII

(The Apartment..Late at night, the artist sits alone in a darkened room with a bottle of lightly flavored Russian Vodka sitting before him thinking about all the thoughts that drafted through his head that day....a ring of the bell)

Svetlana

(at the door...embrace and kiss)

Oh baby! How are you doing?

Artist

Nasty! Things are bizarre here! I don't know where things are going!

Those two in my class.. that whole scenario...this is crazy. Today was totally bizarre. That one fellow brought out a red book and made me read it as well as his paper...too much....just too much....that information was classified,,,how did he get it ,,,who are these people? What do they want!? I know nothing! I cant do a thing for them...and they tell me that they will pay me what I want! What the hell is this...Im not for sale if I knew what they wanted....I have to cancel that class....and to put it all together, it makes more craziness . I go down to Gulu Gulu after class...right after and sit and have some coffee...and this Dutch guy comes up/

Svetlana

That old dutch fellow that is always gloating when Im around? Him?

Artist

You know him?

Svetlana

No I don't know him but hes just an old fellow who picks up women with his money...he thinks hes the big fish....ha ha

Hes just a boaster...a big mouth!

Artist

But he knew some of the information that I was reading about in class by that student of mine...exactly...precisely! It was no joke it is crazy...and I think it might be dangerous!

Svetlana

Non sense...Blazny! Thats crazy. People just talk around here...what did he say anyway that made you so upset? Hes just boasting!

Artist

I think hes an arms dealer!

Svetlana

Oh Richy, they are just....pulling your leg, like you say in America. I don't think anyone there is what they say they are...Little Puppet Big Theater!

Artist

Im not going to risk it..Im calling in for a replacement for that English Class.

Svetlana

Not too serious...Richy!

Artist

Ok...but Its pressing me....I don't like it...Im an English Teacher, that's what I do there, and an artist...that is what I do here (pointing to all the artwork spread around the room)

ACT VIII

*The Blue Hat-Prague Czech Republic

A dark hell hole of a nightclub where I sometimes would meet friends or associates...or sit doing a journal during the evening. Late afternoon after a delivery of paintings to a nearby gallery for sale. The events of the past days were leaning on the artists mind. There were no new events that were pending to pay the rent and the only jobs were contract jobs for several weeks to teach English. The exhibition schedule was scattered for sales and remote during this period...and I spent time in the studio, doing sketchbook studies, teaching my classes and then returning home. I just finished a small series of paintings and was doing sketches in my sketchbook for a new series of “Bohemian Portraits”...I sometimes would go to the Blue Hat to do studies early in the evening. Later I would meet friends...and on this night I would meet Svetlana there with a group of her friends at about 9-10 pm. The atmosphere at the Blue hat was strange. I had on my mind trying to sell my works and process new studies for a new body of work. I found myself there alone in that dungeon doing sketches...to my right there was a long bar...behind me were people beginning to pile in...foreigners of all kinds...and faces right out of heaven, with beauty of current styles...and hell if you found it this way...The artist began to open his sketchbook and draw portraits of people passing...memories stirred on paper and later discarded...and with these were the characters that were so dark as to break black with undermining light, facing devils of other worlds in my midst.

In front of me came a persona...The face glowed a furnace against the dark background, his face like molten wax, fairly tall and in a long coat...one trademark of this man was his flat jaw and his eyes pitched in such a way as to be strikingly different from anyone around him. His face was like cold wax and he came in jutting back and forth as though looking for someone. He was not the type one would draw...such strangeness would not be becoming...or even desirable in a portrait. I felt danger in that face, and I did not know why. During the course of the night I drew several people and positioned myself several places where the vantage points were dynamic to do group studies. I found myself in one such place where I was in a corner and several seats were in back of me. I hated to sit in a corner but it was the only place where I could sit, the only place open. From this corner I drew until my friends arrived later. I saw this man again...he was darting back and forth. He was meeting with some Arab type people who he talked to...they all had fierce eyes and it was better to be known that I wasn't looking that direction. At another point I came into another parapet, a place where I could draw. Its funny when your in a foreign country for a while....English comes out...almost like a shout from across the room...even with loud music in the background, you can hear it from great distances, and even ease drop on those conversations with little ease. I began to hear a conversation going on yet I couldn't pin-point it exactly at first. The conversation didn't make sense at first, but it was in English and it was an annoying conversation about politics...and it varied so much as to be disturbing coming from a sea of conversations around me. I pinpointed the conversation not 3 feet distant and behind me. It was the man with the wax face. He was talking to an English man or an American, yet the Americans accent was not dynamic. (As usual the Americans accent comes out like a megaphone...at least sometimes) I forgot the faces except for this one...it kind of stuck in my head. It was a Spanish face I thought...but it was different...and then it stuck in my head that this fellow was an Arab. There were many other Arabs that came to the Blue hat that night. That fellow was around...strange, ominous. At 10 pm Svetlana showed up with two of her friends. I was happy to see them. She brought Vera and Mila along with her, two very attractive ladies who were dressed for fun and a night out.

Svetlana

Hey Baby...How are you?

Vera

Dobre Vacer...

Mila

Good Evening...H,o,w...are....you?(trying to learn English)

Artist

(To Svetlana...kissing her and then her friends on their cheeks)

There is so much weird energy here tonight!

Vera

What is weird anargee?

Svetlana

(Translates)

turns to the artist=....Yes it is kind of strange!

-Time passes about 1 hour...approx time 11pm in Prague-

{Commotion up at the front of the Blue Hat...some yelling, Vera was insulted by an Arab after being grabbed by him...she begins to cry...and the man apologizes but not before an English man is brought into the picture and nearly clobbers the Arab fellow...who is standing along side the Waxen face fellow described earlier... they smile ruthlessly and melt back in the crowd..

She comes back to the group very upset at what this Arab did to her, the English fellow was right at her side in a loud confrontation with an Arab in front of the club...his name was Henry}

Vera

Very bad man! (Broken English) Very Bad...That man he pulled on me and called me a Hoar!


Henry

(Angry and nearly in a state to fight...looks back frequently towards the Arab man as though to fight)

Commmon! Bastard! Dont fuck'' look here! Ill ….(The artist grabs Henry before a big fight begins...there is another Arab face that looks on and starts to make comments...)


Vera

(talking to Henry who is trying to be calmed)

No! Dont go over there! Its alright! Se dobre! Its alright!!!


Svetlana

(Kisses the Artist and holds him close)

Lets get out of here!

(The gathering of friends head out to a coffee house on the other side of Starometska)


Artist

(Walking along with Svetlana in the Prague Streets)

There is something really weird about Prague now....Svetlana! Its kind of crazy.. I mean really crazy!.I really would like to go to another place where we can be together..some other town so we can be alone...(they kiss)

Svetlana

Dont worry everything will be fine!


The classes are canceled for the class at the University and a replacement is found to take over the last remaining week of the class”


(Scene along the Main Street near Starometska.. A busy day that is crowded with people coming in an out of shops. The artist has just come form the art supply shop with several cases of material and canvas. He is stopped and greeted by Mysterious Student A at his old class. It is a strange and very impormtu meeting. A white late model car pulls up with deeply tinted windows and pulls right beside the artist as he is walking along...the window pulls down and comes to a stop a recognizable face comes forth out of the car...Mysterious Student A from the class at the University.)

Artist

How are you!

Mysterious Student A

(He is in a very important blue uniform with a blue beret Military Uniform )

And you...are things working well for you?

I want to introduce my wife and colleague Lt. Colonel Vaclav Stribro (shalom!-shaking hands)

(He takes the Artist aside and talks to him)

You are a very good teacher! Very convincing too.

I was very impressed with your class and methods

I would like to hire you as a teacher if you will accept..all will be paid.

As you now see I am not a student in your class now but we would appreciate you joining us if you will accept. *(He hands a card to the artist and ushers a rather shocking contact for a position if wanted) If you have any problem in Czech republic please contact me...and here is a number that will important if you need it-scratched on a piece of paper-

Artist

I didn't know..

Lt. Colonel (Former Mysterious Student A)

Its alright...but you know my identity now...have a good day! And remember! (he smiles as they pass)

(The artist saw at once he was working for Intelligence in NATO- a colonel-

The artist continues along his path and returns home in a quandary as to why he was contacted)

During the month of April 2000=


ACT IX


{I walk down the street noticing the light of day as being a golden day, casually whistling a melody, I have several books under my arm, a sketchbook and a journal} I round the corner and proceed in finding a light crowd of people at Gulu Gulu, about normal for this time in the evening. 4 o'clock approx. There is a heavy gust of cigarette smoke that passes by me as the door is opened and I walk towards the far end of the cafe to sit at a corner table near a window that is slightly opened to get fresh air. (far left window from projection -right building in photo) I put my satchel on the side and brought out my journal to record the days events. (this was usually where I did journal writing and sketching in the evening)


I was greeted by the server who knew me well from long before as this was a regular place where I went in the evenings. The Czech Server approaches me to take my order and walks quickly back. (Sound of steam being released in background as well as background chatter in other languages- mostly Czech)


Female Czech Server

Viden!?

(Videnska Cafe-

Vienna Cafe, ordinary for this time of day for the artist)

Artist

Ano!

The artist reaches into his satchel and brings out his journal, and positions a pen and starts writing with concentration on the page, intermittently looking up to see surroundings...everything was seemingly as normal as other days.

Female Czech Server

(Returning)

That will be 29 Koruna..!

(Thick English accent...testing her English and then with a closed mouth laughter)

Artist

(Thumbs through his pocket for change)

Devacet deviet' ..Twenty nine koruna..(looking up in a friendly fashion and placing it on the table)

Female Czech Server

Dejui

(promptly leaves and attends another table)

The artist continues to write in his journal. About 10-to 15 minutes pass. The window is closed by one of the cafes staff and then some complaint makes him open it a bit...the sun is quite apparent moving across through the window..a chill of air comes through and the artist puts his coat on because of a chill through the window.


(An old man...perhaps-Arab-slowly makes his way through the cafe from the entrance at the far end and positions himself in the corner table across from the artist. There is no dialog but the artist notices his Mediterranean complexion and that the fellow is an older man perhaps in his middle 60's. The artist gazes up and watches the older man as he looks tired. He grabs a paper from the next table and begins to read some article and then returns it...glancing up and gazes heavily out the window in a heavy sensation of age...which is noticeable by the artist)

The old man notices the artist is writing and glances over somewhat curiously. Intermittently the artist pauses and glances up out the window.

Old Arab Man

(rattling some papers from the next paper and then placing them down and then lacing up again in a curious way towards the artist)

The Artist

(Glancing over on the next table at a loose copy of the International Herald Tribune sitting on the next table. He pauses from his writing and sets his book aside, sips his coffee and then reaches over to take the paper from the vacant table)

Excuse me? Yours?

(He looks directly at the old Arab man and he shakes his head and looks down..pauses and shakes his hand away. The artist picks up the paper and carefully looks through the various articles on the front page that involved politics and other international events)

[About 3-5 minutes pause-the artist looking over the paper and noticing some of the events around the room, everything was just about normal as any other day]

Old Arab Man

(Looking with interest at the Artist over his direction and interjecting some words to try to capture attention)

English? ...

(thick accent...definitely of Mid-East or Mediterranean origin)

The Artist

(Thinking a bit...and pausing...nodding in a very vague way)

Traveler... Im traveling through...

(Acknowledging the conversation and looking away returning attention to the paper)

Old Arab Man

Where are you from...Czech? England?

(he resumes capturing some conversation)

The Artist

Yes! I live here and work here...

(casually speaking to a stranger in normal conversation)

Old Arab Man

You teach English here, backpacking, on vacation?....( thick accent)

The Artist

Yes! I teach 'English' here..I have been living here a little while...

(The artist thinks but briefly that this fellow is also a traveler and engages in a short conversation...he seems quite ordinary actually, perhaps just another tourist...there was no reason to think otherwise)

Old Arab Man

'Engllish' or are you American? There are very many Americans here in Prague..no?

(he continues)

The Artist

Yes...American...I teach in Prague for a School as well as independently...a private teacher.

(The Artist puts down his paper and continues into a casual conversation with the old Arab man)

Old Arab Man

Oh America...Your American..hummm, I see!

(he huffs putting his head away and kind of looks out the window)

There are many many problems in the world, you can see!

(pointing at the paper discarded on the table)

The Artist

Yes, many problems in the world today..Im a simple teacher and teach everyday here...

Old Arab Man

You teach that good...but not much money...it takes money to live! Are you married? Married takes money! Rent takes money!...hummmm....teacher here in Prague...huh!

(The fellow frisks with his fingers imaginary change and turns away..)

I no speeek good English...I need lessons (huffs) but I speek very baaad English.

(Turns away)

The Artist

Your from? …

The Old Man

(Shruggs) Where am I from? (tilts his head and resumes)..Chaudi..('Saudi' with a mumbling accent, turning away) Nice day outside...

The Artist

Yes... pleanty of light and not too cold

The Old Man

What kind of coffee is that?

The Artist

Its called 'Videnska Kava' -(stirring the contents of the end of the cup lightly)

The Old Man

Yes...I see..

(The waitress comes up and at a distance gives a thumbs up)

Server

Yedno Viden?!

(The artist acknowledges with a smile as she starts to move away and her attention is caught by the old man)


The Old Man

(Says stumbling for his order)

Tae..Tee..

Server

Chai..yedno chai..ano

The Old Man

(Turning to the Artist)

Coffee is not too good for you...it is better ….tee..how do you say this...TEE!

Artist

Tea..”Ta..eee...

The Old Man

I must speeek bettar English

Artist

So are you hear on holidays...vacation? Business?

(The old man shrugs and looks out towards the light which is now beginning to pass behind the buildings)

The Old Man

Im an old man in my culture...what is an old man to do?...vacation? (questions himself and looks aside) Business...Im a business man...

Artist

Retired? Is your family with you?

The Old Man

I don't have family here...just traveling and being here in Prague to meet (stops abruptly in his dialog) some associates...(looks aside..distantly as the sun outside appears bright red to crimson)

No, I don't have family...no family..not at all...

Artist

hmmm...?? (questioning)

The Old Man

(Still looking out the window)

May..be in Saudi Arabia...yes...where I'm from..of course (hesitates)

of course you probably don't know where Saudi is...being an American, most Americans don't know where Saudi is.. (eyes peer down into his tea...eyes fill with worry in almost a prophetic way...) mmm...(pause) you look like a Jewish boy...maybe...I don't know?

Artist

No..I really don't get very much into religion and im not Jewish...

not really anyone that likes to talk about religion. (laughs a bit)

The Old Man

(sinking his eyes off to the side out the window and then the other way)

Well..you could be Jewish? But not Israeli...America has many...who live in New York, and Florida...and of course Israel!

(Starts to try to get into a religious discussion)

Artist

Of course I really don't like to argue politics, religion or race...here..

Sorry

(laughs embarrassed at the conversations direction...and attempts to change it, a bit nervously ordering another coffee by catching the waiters eye)

The Old Man

(Continuing on...perceiving that there is something to say in this area..)

There is something about Zionism and Israel that you may not be aware of...

(he proceeds to mumble things about politics that are not clearly understood that seem to be in the back of his head without the direct attention of the artist who pardons himself and goes up to the counter to refill his coffee...)

Artist

(Moving away from his table and goes up to the bar to get his refill on coffee which is promptly done by the waitress who seems to know -the artists coffee needs to be filled)

Yedo Kaffe...?

Czech Waitress

Devacet Ocem Koruna...prosim!

(Waitress makes quick change almost like an automotron on the bar and makes change for 50 Koruna..)

Deju!

English Bartender

(Turns around from post behind coffee machine and looks up and over in an unsympathetic but observant way)

How's it going?

(voice direct but somewhat automatic looking over the artists shoulder towards the window)

Artist

Long day...

(smiling in a cordial way)

English Bartender

(Bartender smiles back, slightly but observantly)

Still teaching?

Artist

Yes...just finished a class, back to Gulu as usual for my nights Videnska...

(Smirks a bit and sips the top cream off the Videnska)

Yea... some people here like to have conversations about all sorts of 'things'

English Bartender

(Looks over artists shoulder observantly but not conspicuously while washing his hands and wiping them off quickly)

Huhh...Yeh, you never know about the people in here..

(repeats looking over the artists shoulder)


Artist

(waits a bit...turns and looks towards other corner of room at some older Czech people that are entering...and then at some rather lively ladies in the corner who are laughing out loud)

Yeh, Im gonna call it a night pretty soon. I have some writing to do.

(Turns and slowly walks over to his table and sits down, retrieves his sketchbook and pencils from his valise...the artist looks around and opens the pages of his sketchbook to find several vacant pages and begins to prepare the pages for drawing, building concentration-about 5 minutes pass as the artist begins to sketch some composition of some 'European' people with distinct features in a nearby setting...there is silence)

The Old Man

An Artist too?

Artist

(Nervously pulling his concentration from out of the initial phases of drawing)

Yes, this is what I do...artist and teacher. I teach drawing too..

(resumes sketching)

The Old Man

But artists don't make very much money like teachers! You should know that!

Artist

(A bit impatient about the old mans other conversations)

Yes...this is what I am...an artist, but I do teach English as a second language....quite honestly I am trying to get students....

The Old Man

(The old man..rested his head on his arm against the table and then started to interject about the meaning of art in the Koran {...and that one must not do portraits of people] The artist, a bit nervous about this old mans one sided viewpoints and interjections, opted to close his book and consider a move to another table after some strange feelings began to build in the cafe...There were one or two Arabs which came in and one of them acknowledged [ the old man ] after he got up and went to the restroom- far center in a corridor of the Gulu Gulu cafe) It was about 7:00 and the sun already down.. The artist packed his materials and headed out the main door-far right, into the darkness of the street...before he left...the old man pardoned himself for some of his points of conversation. The cafe is crowded now and filled with heavy smoke.

(Fade to X)

ACT X

(Wanderings in old town square-Walking along Charles Bridge toward Starometska (old town) It is a soggy day with the clouds breaking up to a search light which passes its rays over the entire panorama of Prague...pauses to look out, arms folded on railing..continues on along the main street to meet some friends at a cafe after work teaching classes and practicing piano...briefly walks into a gallery to see his own work for sale but not sold...steadies the pace along the old town square by the Tyn Cathedral as the sunlight gets lower and darkness begins to cover the old square...makes a brief turn to the old Jewish cemetery- a favorite place for thought right after sunset..sits a bit to hear the old crows squawking on the other side of the 16 foot fence which divides the city between this forsaken land. Ominous squawking...the artist looks up as the last rays of light pass as it gets dark...grabs some dinner, inthis case a sandwich at a central Prague neighborhood stall and sits eating it alone...Checks time, and continues on to the Blue Hat to meet some friends at 8 pm. ...meets Russian Artist friend coming out of some gallery with his work, somewhat nervously, he is with a friend who he has seen before but was never introduced)

Russian Artist

Yak Se Mas!

(Manly Embrace-slap on the back)

Artist

Dobse! How are things going?

Russian Artist

Hi Bro! (nervously) Its been a day! Strechne Ne Horshe! Ah! (Gasps and throws up his hands-Introduces the other artist) This is Vladmir he is from Odessa!

Artist

Yak se mas...

(handshake greetings-but the other fellow remains silent hes carrying a big portfolio of work) Where are you going...off to?

Russian Artist

Ah Bro, really tired...long day...we get together later, have some Becherovka! (laughs) Are you meeting Svetlana tonight?

Artist

Yes about eight...

Russian Artist

Where? Where are you meeting them?

Artist

The Blue Hat...

Russian Artist

Oh, that shit place!

(looks disapprovingly aside)

You know what I feel about Blue Hat! Oh, shit place, filled with crazy people...(laughs sarcasticly)

There is a new place with some better style...off Jinjiska street! Why you meeting Svetlana at the Blue Hat?



The Artist

Its just that Im meeting with her and her friends there...we would be meeting at Gulu Gulu...

The Russian Artist
Gulu Gulu! (laughs) Is better than Blue Hat...and this other place is better...nice place.

The Artist

We have to get together...

The Russian Artist

Huh? (looks around while his friend stands there and smiles not understanding a word)

The Artist

We have to get together....you I and Svetlana!

The Russian Artist

When....When we get together? Next Week? 14 days? We have to get together!

The Artist

Call Svetlana...how about tomorrow?

The Russian Artist

I am busy painting acts, ...acts for the gallery...

The Artist

Portraits, Still Lifes? What are acts?

The Russian Artist

(Handing a print to the artist of some rather silly work of cats attached to balloons that are technically well done)

Acts...paintings that sell....just acts...cats and balloons!

The Artist

(looking at the print and finding a good level of technique)

Good brother!...It looks good!

The Russian Artist

Its just bull shit...paintings that sell for the marketplace...

The Artist

Ok Ill give you some help...

Well how about two days from now?

On April 30th...humm?

The Russian Artist

Walpurgisnacht Nact....(laughs increasingly) Dr. Faust! Yes, sounds good...we meet at Gulu Gulu! I call Svetlana! Its good...all is good! Ill be better then!

The Artist

Yes...you have her phone number ..42.02,747,4993

The Russian Artist

(Comparing Numbers)

Yes... Ill see you Brother! It will be good...(They wave goodby, send greetings and rush off) Hey! Have fun at the Blue Hat!!! Say hello to Svetlana! Tell her Kisses!


(The two part and the Artist head out across Starometska to towards the Blue Hat being a little late by his watch....as he crosses a street in old town he runs into “Old Arab Man” passing who just waves as he is on his way walking with another Arab man in even and swift strides down one of the small roads that lead away from Starometska, ...shortly after he runs into an American fellow who was a shop owner in Starometska-the fellow owned an Antique shop and it was a long time since they met...)

The American Shop Owner

Hey!

The Artist

Hows it going!

(the two fellows shake hands and step off to one side in front of the American Shop owners shop)

The American Shop Owner

Its crazy...Not much business now...

The Artist

Yea, kind of a lul hummmm...

The American Shop Owner

Same with you eh? Its been getting worse...just surviving now...

The Artist

Its been like that here too...Ive been trying to get some work out there and..

(interjection)

The American Shop Owner

Its not selling...humm? Prague is like this! Sometimes something...sometimes nothing....I can just pay the rent on this damn place..its crazy! Then the tourists come...its better. But then Im like not getting any money for this! (wipes brow) fucking' tourist shit...that's all I sell...(laughs) the good stuff they don't want. I cant imagine what your going through (The artist and the American Shop Owner laugh)

The Artist

yeh...

The American Shop Owner

One day its like the Germans...they buy these..(looking for the word)

The Artist

Lawn Dwarfs?

(They laugh)

The American Shop Owner

Uh huh...and then the Spanish tourists.. there better, but (switches to a softer tone of voice) but leaning on them I don't know how I make it! (laughs) Hows the business going with you?....

The Artist

Slow...Im teaching as you know...a stable...well almost..

The American Shop Owner

Where?

Artist

Now various schools...doing some exhibits too....allot of writing too, artworks etc.

(Two groups of Arabs pass and then a group of beautiful girls)

The American Shop Owner

(Looking at the two beautiful women)

Now that's what I stay in Prague for! (leering out)

Artist

Like...have you noticed like...there are allot of these people from...(looking at another group of Saudis Pass)

The American Shop Owner

Oh...Them? (looks kind of sharp eyed on as they pass)

Artist

Have you noticed how many are here now? Like the other day at the Blue Hat...

The American Shop Owner

You don't have to tell me about that place...it seems like they have descended there!

Artist

Lousey Place...like I don't know why I meet my girlfriend there...she always wants to meet there...

The American Shop Owner

I don't know why anyone would want to go there...its a shit hole...(laughs)...like its fun, you can see the scum of the world there and drink cheap beer! Only 20 kc's..Nothing is better than cheap beer! But I know what yur talking about...Im gonna be there tonight...maybe Ill see ya! Ya still with the same girl?

(A beautiful Czech Girlfriend comes from out of the shop and grabs the Americans hand..smiles cordially...shakes hand and then disappears back into the shop)

Artist

Yea,

The American Shop Owner

Shop around...these Czech..(holds voice down discretely) well you know! (laughs)

Artist

Yea...

(laughs)

The American Shop Owner

You never know what their into...(ha ha!)...Koruna!!! Mostly...like...shop around! There are pleanty of them....ha ha

Artist

(Another group of two Arab businessmen Pass—pauses--both of them look on discretely lowering their tone looking the other way)

Like what is this!

The American Shop Owner

A takeover! (ha ha)


Artist

Like they seem like their everywhere! (laughs) Just the other night...

The American Shop Owner

You don't have to tell me...The Blue Hat...

Artist

There inundating that place! Like just the other night...

The American Shop Owner

Half the CIA is there too, half drunk and stoned out of their minds...ha ha...me too, not really....

Artist

Like....??? (raising his eyebrows discretely)

The American Shop Owner

Everybody thinks I am...ha ha...not really...ha ha...you don't think they hang out on the streets ha ha...

Artist

(laughs)

with these women...

The American Shop Owner

We have ways of making you talk... with this (makes a sign of the heart shape)

(mimicking Natasha type...and laughing hysterically) The Blue Hat... ha ha!

Artist

(laughs)

The American Shop Owner

Like...these Czech woman think....oh well dosent matter...(pause)

Play the field...there are pleanty for all-laughs...by the way (reaches in his pocket for a pen) hummmm (dosent find one)

Artist

(hands him a pen)

The American Shop Owner

Heres my number...42,04,448,449 (writes it down)

Artist

OK...like..

The American Shop Owner

and here is another number “of an associate”...like (laughs)

if things seem weird...like ...just.. (makes weird sign)

Artist

(laughs...) got it...

The American Shop Owner

(For a second..looks seriously)

Shop around..(laughs) ...and lets get together...

(Czech woman beacons American Shop Owner in doors..waves and smiles briefly)

Like how many real Americans are in Prague? (ha ha!)

(They part...slapping hands in a simple -give me five- way)


ACT XI

(Hardly any dialog-scene)

The next day...coming from class the artist is tired and heads for the Gulu Gulu Cafe...It is still light...late afternoon on one of the small streets that lead to Bethlemenska

Namesti. The streets are crowded with tourists going from one shop to another...a group of German tourists pass-signature the raised yellow umbrella. The artist has his briefcase and is well dressed...he goes into an antiquariet and looks around and buys an old piece of music for a couple of hundred crowns ( 10-15 dollars) smiles and then exits...He passes around one corner and steps into a restaurant to get some soup and coffee... He sits there for a brief time waiting for the waiter …..The “Man With the Waxen Face” walks in well dressed and suited with another man of Anglo origin (perhaps English or American) and takes the seat- in a booth right behind the artist. Orders are taken by a Czech Waiter-some time passes-and the artist makes several notes in his journal...Overheard is a strange conversation behind him: (In English-) Something about funds and a project involving an unusual contrast to the background- There is some brief argument that is held at a low level, making memory specific. The artist finishes his soup and otopenze (a kind of Czech Sausage) the conversation dwindles-hears no more- as the artist finishes his brief snack and heads out...and looks back briefly in question (not trying to gain attention).

ACT XII

(The artist walks down a small tributary street in the late evening that same day-and heads towards Gulu Gulu Cafe...The old man is walking alone and is soon to be passed up when the Old Arab Man beacons to “The Artist” to walk along with him. It isn't a normal conversation...there is a specific tone that is worrisome....or transparent about what the old man was saying.

The Artist

Hey...

(The old man is shuffling along..alone)

The Old Arab Man

(Head hung low and critical to one side..hes carrying a briefcase and some documents)

Not Good...Not Good at all..(he stumbles on the bricks below)

The world is becoming a terrible place! Terrible...

Its going to change...(mumbling) Its going to change so quickly because of the politics

in Israel. (mumbles on) something about the Bush Presidency and people who are going to escape the wrath of God. Allah is furious, he is mad about what is happening . (mumbling and trying to ensnare a political-religious conversation)...There going to escape and the world is going to change...just watch! Your Jewish....the Jews are to blame...(Something about America and something about politics lost in the thick accent and mumbling) no more than a minute and a half of conversation.

The Artist

(Feeling very nervous and quickening his steps forward thinking the old man is drunk or a slight bit out of his mind-crazy with this talk)

I have to go now...I have to go! (quickens his step) see you...

The Old Arab Man

The world is going to change and we will be witness to this...just watch and see! (mumbles)

(The artist pulls stride ahead and walks off wondering what this old man was talking about. He walks into Gulu Gulu Cafe...to see if his girlfriend is there but she hadn't arrived...a cell phone call changes the meeting with his girlfriend to meet at the clock-tower an hour later. As he walks into Gulu Gulu there is a nervous feeling. The artist moves to the far end of the cafe near the window to the spot previously. Somehow the tension is getting to be higher. The old man follows in about two minutes after the artists arrival. There are other Arabs around and a number of other people around that thicken the feeling that its not too good to stay. A number of new faces are in the crowd and the smoke is too thick... The waits a bit-notices that his phone is dead. A fellow comes to the artist and trys to introduce him to an Arab fellow sitting at a table midway across the room. He introduces himself from the Libyan Embassy and wishes to inquire about English Lessons at the Embassy. He is a well suited fellow in a 3 piece suit. The artist talks to him and gives him the price of 500 kc per hour...for English lessons. The person argues over the cost and tries to snare him into further conversation. Looking at his watch the artist leaves looking back and feeling...”what the hell is that fellow about, what is he trying to pull...” His phone being dead he has to use a particular pay phone across Bethlehemska Namesti that is tucked back. He struggles to try to get a calling card to make the call to say that he is going to be a few minutes late. The sun is down and it appears quite dark in the Bethlehemska square. The artist goes to a TABAK shop across the square to buy a new Telecom card after finding he has used his minutes up on 3 other cards. He hears someone singing in the square...as he starts across. It is a familiar tune sung in a drunk and disorderly way. As he approaches he realizes there is a fellow singing “My country tis of thee sweet land of liberty....” standing at attention before a statue in the center of the square. It seems quite odd...as he continues....with the National Anthem.. in a variously disorderly way. As the arts passes...he sees the fellow is an American backpacker who is drunk....

Artist

You really shouldn't be singing that here you know....

The Patriotic Singer

(sarcasticly....standing at attention with his hand up saluting a stone statue)

Why the f not...the world is going to hell! It is going to hell!!!

(He turns around and keeps singing)

The Artist goes into the shop buys the Telecom Card and heads back to make the phone to his girlfriend...and sees the same fellow being called down by his friends who are trying to stop the singing before the Czech Police come.

He checks the time with the lady at the TABAK shop and heads on down to Starometska and a meeting with his girlfriend Svetlana.

artist leaves and walks through the old town to meet his girlfriend at the clock tower)

-Under the Clock Tower Aprox 8:30 PM-

Svetlana

Your late! I waited for you ½ hour (gives the artist an embrace)

You should get a better clock...or call me!!!

I waited!

The Artist

Oh Svetlana! Im sorry....really...I didn't have a phone card and my cell phone went dead.

I tried to call!

Svetlana

What happened to you? Meeting some girl? Hummm? (laugh)

The Artist

No! I was at Gulu Gulu...I tried to call you from there...

Svetlana

Yessss... and turtles have sneakers....

The Artist

Tonight was a weird night over there.....really...I tried to call, my phone card went dead (pulls four cards out of his pocket)

Svetlana

Oh don't worry...I believe you...Gulu Gulu hummm (looks at the artist with strange glance)

The Artist

(Remembering the weird escapade of the patriotic backpacker singer)

There was this guy....he just stood their and he was singing our national anthem..

It was so strange...and so ominous, I couldn't believe it.

I asked him what he was doing...and he...

Svetlana

He was just drunk...everyone gets drunk there...another drunk backpacker.

The Artist

It was weird...strrrr

Svetlana

Strange?...mmmm Walpurgis Night is tomorrow I made a date with (The Russian Artist) and we are going to meet at Gulu Gulu along with Anna and Natasha (two friends)...maybe we can go to the Faust house tomorrow....mmmmm?

The Artist

But tonight was strange over there...its getting strange all around Prague...The reason I was late...I just came in to Gulu Gulu and this guy was asking me to give lessons at the Libyan Embassy...this Arab was trying to get me to teach there.


Svetlana

Hummm...you or we really...shouldn't go there anymore...I know what you mean that place is getting strange. Well tomorrow we will meet with (The Russian Artist) and then we can go elsewhere. As for those Arab fellows...they seem like there all around Prague, (winces) you remember Tanya..mmmm...

The Artist

Yes...

Svetlana

That fellow who called himself “Happy”...do you remember him?

The Artist

Vaguely..

Svetlana

She slept with him and she says that now shes pregnant...that bastard!

The Artist

Oh the really cute one? Blonde hair...blue eyes? She was young!

Svetlana

Yes you remember...she went out with that guy who used to come around...that Lebanese guy...that was a friend of Katka....

The Artist

Really? That guy? Who looked like a frog...really ugly? How come she went out with him! She was good looking...

Svetlana

I don't know...but yes...he and she (wraps fingertips around each other)

The Artist

How old was she?

Svetlana

I saw her today and she was crying....poor girl.

The Artist

Katka, 18 or like...? That Bastard!

Svetlana

That was the Katka...who? Im sure she was going around.....hummmmm (crosses fingers)

The Artist

Theres a whole cafe full of them now....down at Gulu Gulu

its freaky...something about it dosent make sense...why now?

Svetlana

(dosent answer..looks away) Better we don't stay around those places...

The Artist

The same with the Blue Hat...

Svetlana

Dont even tell me about the Blue Hat! The Czech Police have it all covered...

The Artist

How do you know?

Svetlana

Have eyes...Have Ears (points to her eyes and ears...laughs a little)

The Artist

You know allot....

Svetlana

Better to be a little shit in tall grass than a very big shit... ha ha ...Anyway it dosent matter much. We will meet (The Russian Artist) and our friends at Gulu Gulu tomorrow evening about 8pm...ok..

The Artist

(Scratching hishead...as to why she seemed to know allot of what was going on..)

Sometimes I wonder about you...hummm...

Svetlana

Like Im Psychical? Humm?...there's allot no one knows (laughs a little)


ACT XIII

(Walking towards Gulu Gulu in the late afternoon the next day April 30 2000, the sun is just about to set and it is getting quite dark outside...after class with some books and sketchbook in hand comes into the Gulu Gulu and notices a strange feeling...ignores it...but it becomes more and more confrontational in many ways. The artist moves to the far corner near the window again as the last rays of sun pass behind the building. The cafe is not filled up...but is unusual in ways that had not been sensed before. The Artist puts his belongings on the seat and orders coffee from the Czech Server)

Czech Server

Yedo! Videnska?

The Artist

Ano!

(The artist sips his coffee and his eyes wander off to a different climate of people than have been seen before. There appear people that are still hung in their business attire who slowly come in. There is an unrest about this not knowing why...appearing like a stage set that seems to grow before the artists eyes) About 20 minutes past...a former art student of the artist makes an entry and drifts around a bit before coming over to the artists table-she has a portfolio of drawings with her)

Czech Artist Student

Hello!

The Artist

Oh...hi!

(somewhat curious about the portfolio and about his former student but wishing payment for his last lesson which was unpaid....the young female artist Yolanda puts her portfolio down on the table in front of the artist and seizes his attention.

Czech Art Student

You must see my paintings and drawings....they are the best!

(looks coyly at the artist and summons his attention)

The Artist

What about the money you owe me?

Czech Art Student

(sneering casually, looking and digging for about 100kc...and putting it on the table in front of the artist)

Its all I have....Why I have to pay?

The Artist

Well if you want lessons you have to pay! (looking directly back....)

Well lets see what you have...

(looks at about 10 or 11 drawings in the artist portfolio)

Humm good..ok

You need lessons...

Czech Art Student

My professors says Im exceptional.... (egotistically)

The Artist

(glancing over to the next table to make a move away)

Look you still need lessons...I charge...

Czech Art Student

You still need lessons...You still need lessons (Mimiking and then looking at the artist in a vampish way that is almost seductive...)

The Artist

(rolling his eyes....)

Czech Art Student

Well if your going to be that way.....huh! (looks away and then back)

The Artist

Yes that way.....I haven't seen you for weeks now and you spring work on me! (looking annoyed)

Czech Art Student

Yes...well Ive been busy...Im graduating (egotistically)

The Artist

Come back to me when you want lessons....(annoyed...and then pleasant)

Other than that how is life treating you?

Czech Art Student

Its beeeen great...Im taking English too!...(rapidly) How much you charge for English Lessons (looking seductively across the table...)

The Artist

500 kc per hour...the price is going up to 1000kc very quickly!

Czech Art Student

Thats 800kc more than they get paid at my school! (looking away)

The Artist

Look if your going to be rude you can sit at that table over there! (points to the end table)

Czech Art Student

(puffing a cigarette and looking back seductively....as though to get attention)

Well Im the best! I make the best grades to go to graduate at AMU!!! (Academy of Arts)

The Artist

(leaving money for his coffee on the table and moving down to an empty table at the end...the server picks it up and the Czech Art Student waddles away with her head too high- for a student.

Meanwhile he moves to another seat with his coffee and brings out drawing pad and begins to draw. Something is not working that night as far as the vibes of the Cafe...something is becoming a bit strange, ghostlike...and fleeting. Several more businessmen come up towards the bar and have their seats...old faces seen before in Prague...one American who bought the artists paintings and another fellow American as well as one who was British. Some new faces were standing around...

All of a sudden...the door opened at the far end and there was the old Arab man who waddled in, his head hung low and he walked toward the same corner opposite the artist and took the vacant seat. There was silence. He brought out a paper and began to read it...I believe it was in Arabic.

Czech Server (coming over)

Este Yedno? (another?)

The Artist

(Giving thumbs up)

(There is silence in the corner-the old Arab man just sits looking out...)

Czech Server

(Handing her 28 kc- making change and counting it out in Czech language...

Another friend of the artist-one of Svetlanas girlfriends appeared at the table and sat down …and then immediately followed by another....

Girl I

Dorbe Vacer (kiss on both cheeks of both girls)

Girl II

Are you sitting alone? Maybe you might draw me...

(looking at the open drawing pad)

The Artist

No...no...later...not now (quietly...) maybe later (Girl II looks at drawing pad) Im waiting for Svetlana! You remember.....

Girl II

Oh..Svetlana (looking shyly away)

(They both kiss the Artist on both cheeks as they move away)

(Girl I and II wait about a minute and then move away towards another part of the room where they have a table alone...one waves back superficially form half way across the room. The artist moves over one table away from the window...and is blocked into a 45 degree panorama of the entire Gulu Gulu before him...he sips his coffee..feeling a bit uneasy......)

-Suddenly-

(A group of Arabs come through the door spaced apart by several minutes and almost take pre-positioned places around the Gulu Gulu Caffe. Two are far near the door and another one at a table near the partition between windows...a table is left for one...he is there (he has some books and some rolled up papers with him.....about 5 minutes pass and a fourth or fifth man enters and walks steadily across the room about 6 feet from where Im sitting...and sits at the table alone...looking out and sliding his paper around...finally sitting backwards in his chair looking in the direction of the window....it it the Waxen Faced Fellow the artist saw several times in Prague...his face was stern and somewhat opaque. His flattened jaw was remarkable...his eyes beady and distanced...He just sat there and looked out every direction but at others. The artist began to bring out his drawing pad...because this face was catching the light in a devilish way....there looking unblinking out the window...through everything around him. The artist reached for his pencil and began to make preliminary drawings....the Czech Server appeared suddenly.

Czech Server

(Somewhat Nervously)

Esta yedno Videnska Kava? Your here early tonight!

-English (laughs nervously staring straight forward)

Artist

Im meeting my girlfriend tonight...she should be here in a bit....Ill wait..

Czech Server

Yes or No...Esta Yedno...You can get another....later if you wish...

one Becherovka? (smiling nervously)

Artist

Oh! Ok Esta Yedno....

(A bit of time passes...there is silence and the artist sees the coffee on the cafe bar...the Czech Server standing next to it-The artist slowly walks up and adds sugar to the coffee over the mountain of cream....(The Czech Server stands nervously by and gives him his ticket...counting out change in Czech very slowly)

British Bartender

(Appears from behind the counter looking a bit stressed-tightly nervous)

Hows it going today? Eh?

Artist

Just waiting for my girlfriend who will be here in a little bit...(smiles as Czech Server nervously counts out change....the artist leaves a tip)

And that's for you....(she smiles nervously)

British Bartender

Drawing it up? Eh? (Clears throat nervously jaw moving clenched)

Artist

Huh? (questioningly)

British Bartender

Like got some cute models? Hum Like...Maybe chill tonight?! Huh!

(nervously while washing some glasses)

The Artist

Yeh, just waiting for my girlfriend....

British Bartender

Oh that one eh?

Having a good night huh?...(jaw clenched in a nervous manner)

The Artist

See yahh... (takes coffee in hand and moves back slowly to seat)

British Bartender

Later...

(Several minutes pass)

-----

The Old Arab

How you doing..?. (Direction of Artist)

The Artist

Huh?

The Old Arab

Do you know the time? (looks at wrist and shakes it)

The Artist

(Not feeling very talkative for some reason....a bit nervous for there is a very strange feeling in the Gulu Gulu)

Huh?...No...

The Old Arab

(Spies drawing tablet) Drawing...Art? You drawings?

The Artist

Humm..yes..not doing it tonight.

The Old Artist

There is another artist right over there!

The Artist

Huh? (Giving him a strange look)

The Old Artist

That fellow over there...hes an artist...and a very good one! I hear...

The Artist

(not paying very close attention...there is a strange tension growing. This other Arab moves out from the catercorner table about 7 feet away at a diagonal position and somehow overhears and interjects across the old mans conversational invite)

Huh?

The Arab Artist-Pilot

(raised voice in a gregarious tone almost as if he were very drunk...his eyes were spiraling and out of control...reaches all the way across and tries to grab my drawing tablet...his eyes were crazy looking and unmistakable character marks....a feeling of urgency)

I am the artist! I am the best Artist!!! (Very Arrogantly-stands up moves over and attempts to grab my sketchbook)

The Artist

No! No....Thats my private material...sorry! (yanks book away from this Mysterious Arab-so called artist)

The Arab Artist-Pilot

English!!!! Amerrrican!!!!????

(his eyes fill with an absurd scowl that looks crazy, drunk or drug induced)

I hate Americansss... (looks viciously...but attempts to grab at my sketchbook again)

Where are you from!!!!

The Artist

Where are you from?

(perturbed at this fellows demands....looking very strangely at him and holding on to my sketchbook and putting it aside.

The Arab Artist-Pilot

I am from....Ha!... Ha!... Ha! (Laughing hysterically as though insane)

I am from New York!!!!,, (Walks around almost in a lunatic fashion)

I am from Tempe Arizona!

I am an artist! The best artist!!! You wanna know why?

The Artist

Ha, Im from Tempe....(wants to disengage conversation)

The Arab Artist-Pilot

Ah! Tempe Arrrrizonnna Ha ha ah! Im American too!!!! Ah ha ha! (thick accent)

The Artist

(Recognizing this person-artist or whatever is either on drugs, psychotic or insane..reverses direction and sits down)

Ah....hummm -trying to deaden the conversation

The Arab Artist-Pilot

Temmmmmmpppppeeeee Arrriiidd...zona.

I am a pilot too, I study in Tempe Aridzona !!!

I can fly an airoplane ha ha ha!!

Im an artist!!!

The Artist

(Pulls away and sits down and ignores what this idiot, insane fellow is saying)

The Arab Artist-Pilot

That man too is an artist...he is a pilot also...

(Points to the fellow who is the Waxen Face Fellow to my left...he looks forward unflinching)

He is a great one! Allah has made him!

(an insane fashion follows his face)

(He wanders around and rips out some pages and unrolls some papers rattling around)

The Artist

(ignores the fellow and concentrates on his coffee looking at his watch which isn't running) Ha! Ha Ha....

The Arab Artist-Pilot

His name is Moohhhhachhmmed! There is a pilot and I am.

(The fellow to my left looks at him and shews him away....to sit down palm down..to keep him from talking...this fellow is making a scene like a drunk)

The Artist

Maybe you should your ...your friend a beer, a good whiskey...What is your name?

(calling across the way)

The Waxen Faced Man

Mooo hamm eeeed...

Moohhammed

(He looks deeply unflinching and somewhat disturbed and disapproving)

He dosent drink!

We don't drink...and we don't smoke ….its not according to Allah law.

Allah is great.

(Gives a signal to the Arab artist-Pilot to sit down...he goes back into his chair and shuffles papers)

The Artist

(nervous at these two people-notices a thickening of the air-atmosphere in the cafe... walks over to the bartender and meets with the Czech Waitress)

mmmmm....hum....an interesting crew tonight!

Czech Waitress

Yedno Becherovka? (smiles nervously...its good you drink tonight)

British Bartender

Everything Ok? Huh?

The Artist

Some Live ones...

(gestures gently over to the two Arabs in the corner...the bartenders eyes follow.....I need this...everything is crazy tonight-Pays Czech Waitress and moves to side standing at the bar sipping the becherovka slowly but nervously)

Counting change out to waitress:... devacet pet...chestet...

Czech Waitress

Ano..Dobre..

(Scans the entire Gulu Gulu for Svetlana or Russian Artist which were supposed to arrive by that time...noticing an art collector who bought the artists work)

The Artist

(Wandering around several other people to say hello to the art collector)

Hey...hows it going? (He looks up as though interrupted...)


American Art Collector (American Czech Resident)

-Wearing business suit, tie undone and loose-

Ah...yeh.. good...very busy...now (enters in conversation with another fellow) catch you later ok? (shuffles back to continue another conversation)

The Artist

(moves over to another familiar face) Hey!

Familiar Fellow (American)

Hey...how's it going?

The Artist

Strange night!

Familiar Fellow (American)

Yes? Hummm...yea...like chill out...have a good one (winks casually and then moves away)

The Artist

(Sips his drink slowly- Notices the Arab Artist-Pilot shuffling paper and drawing something on one of his rolled drawings from across the room but stays away from that part of the room...goes to use restroom...and when leaving the restroom bumps into the British Bartender on the long hall out towards the toilets that enters the main room...)

British Bartender

Doing alright?

Artist

Hummm (smiles and continues out to original seat in the far corner of the room)

-Several Minutes Pass-

(From the other end of the room comes Svetlana dressed in a light blue dress that is very attractive-She walks directly over to the artist as he stands up to greet her- she kisses him passionately and sits down right besides him placing herself in his lap in a seductive way)

Ah ha...there you are! (smiles from across room)

Svetlana

Mmmmm...oh how's my baby! Im sorry Im late I had sooooo much to do! Women things you know...te he he he (childish way)

Artist

(kissing her passionately...looks around room...Arab fellow person to left {Waxen faced person looks perturbed}

Svetlana

Oh there's Laya! And Jitka....remember them? (looks across the room to see her friends-Girl I and II, she raises and walks across the span of Gulu Gulu to greet them....she walks away in a rather flighty way and talks to them for a couple of minutes, turns around and waves at the artist...then comes back and returns to the artist, once again giving him a passionate kiss)

Artist

Oh I saw them when they came in....as well as my art student...remember?

Svetlana

Did she pay you? Shes such a bitch....I cant imagine she would be a good artist...(kisses artist again) You look so handsome tonight.

The Artist

Yea...really?

Svetlana

Yes very handsome! (kisses the artist passionately)

Almost too handsome (blushes and gives another kiss setting herself on his lap)

Hummmm...I have to....

(looks coyly down)

Use the facilities....hummmmm! Ill be right back!

(puts on some lipstick, checks hair...raises from her chair and walks onward towards the restrooms slightly nicking the Arab fellows leg- he jerks back and gives a sour look towards her)

The Arab Artist-Pilot

(coming over to the artist and trying to get some attention)

You...you come and see! (Commands finger down at one of his drawings on the table)

The Artist

(Fans his hand away...)

No...not now...

(A lady comes over to the Arab Waxen Faced Man and tries to make conversation with him....he plays with it and his mannerisms and then gets perturbed fanning her away-she returns and lightly rubs his shoulders- and then sits down with him for a brief time and then leaves-)

-About 5 minutes pass-

(Svetlana comes back first visiting her friends and then moving to the bar...ordering a drink- and waves from the counter blowing a kiss- On the way back she almost trips over the Waxen Faced Mans leg...he looks at her severely...says something as she moves back and sits aside the artist and kisses him again)

Svetlana

So you've got an exhibition...Mr. Sovoda called today and wants to take several paintings in his gallery...hummm (kisses the artist)

The Arab Artist-Pilot

(comes over with a drawing in his hand and tries to get attention...the artist pays no attention and continues the conversation with Svetlana)

You see!!! You see now!!! Here!!! -(he calls pointing at his rolled up creation)

Svetlana

Is everyone drunk here tonight..or what? Where is the party? Ha ha...am I invited?

The Arab Artist-Pilot

Czech Girl Baaad...Hoars...filthy sluts...Allah hates them! (in a disturbed way that can be heard within earshot...)


Svetlana

Ohhh...creepy... tonight! Yuk.....your the most handsome man here....(nibbling on ear in a provocative way...whispers: I love you)

The Artist

Yea....they have let them out tonight...(giving the general direction of the Arab Artist-Pilot)

The Arab Artist-Pilot

(Starts to make some production of himself to other people...while the other Waxen Faced Fellow looks to dead space of the corner- The old Arab man picks up his bags and moves on going out across the cafe and through the entrance... waving back in a peculiar way to someone else about halfway into the room)

Svetlana

(getting the British Bartenders fan up of Svetlanas drink that is ready at the bar-its a little peculiar since they usually deliver the drinks through the Czech Server- She begins to set up-Czech her makeup again and primp her hair-slightly and walk over to the Bartender. (she smiles blows a kiss..and chats briefly with the bartender... She gets involved with another fellow whom I have never seen before...its slight conversation...but The Artist is watching over her carefully as around the room...casually. Svetlana lights a cigarette-she usually dosent smoke {peculiar action} walks about and talks to one of her girlfriends -Girl I who she gestures over towards our table- looks back and sees that Im watching-blows kiss- and then she returns to the bar and picks up a drink for me and heads on in the direction of the table where The Artist is sitting...on the way back she casually trips and falls in the direction of the Arab Waxen Face Man spilling a little of the drink upon his table- He gets upset- Very Upset)

Arab Waxen Face Man

Muther Fuck! What da d you do! (looking at the small amount spilled on the table and on his shirt) Fuc'n hoar! ..(turns to the artist and looks directly at him) Keep your bitch-hoar at your table!

The Artist

(Getting immediately angry at the situation of what the Waxen Faced man said-as Svetlana pulls up and begins to cry standing back)

What is this!!! What did you say? (Angrily-approaching the scene)

Arab Waxen Face Man

(Getting up from his table and looking swiftly over at her-Svetlana is teary eyed)

Get this hoar at your table! Fuc'in bitch hoar (something similar to this)

The Artist

(Enraged and approaching at striking distance)

You...What is your name! What did you say!!!

Mohammad Atta-Waxen Face Complexion-Flat Jaw

Arab Waxen Face Man is Mohamad Atta

Im Mohhhhaaammmud!

Keep your animal in a cage!! (angry face-off)


The Artist

(Ready to strike if needed...direct confrontation)

Mohamud or whatever your name is...apologize to her!! Now

(Commanding! By The artist)

(Svetlana begins to cry the entire place seemed charged with a very dark energy)

Arab Waxen Face Man

Women don't act like that!...Who is this!?

The Artist

That is my fiancee! Apologize now!!! (Terrific anger)

Svetlana

(Wiping away light tears)

Its alright...no...its not that important....really!

The Artist

It is important! I want you to apologize to her!!! Now!!! This instant!!! (With commanding anger)

Svetlana

Its not that important....really!!! (wiping away tears)

The Artist

Apologize to me whatever your name is..And to her...you should be ashamed! (ready if needed to fight about a foot and ½ away from this fellow-Waxen Face turns to side

The Waxen Face fellow turns around- There is a signal from the English Bartender to let off by putting his flattened hand to his neck-from the background behind the bar-

The artist moves back, the Waxen Faced man backs down and holds out his hand as to shake.....received empty as Svetlana returns to her seat and the Waxen Face man returns to his seat....the artist gives him a stern warning visually)

To Svetlana:

Are you alright?

Svetlana

Oh baby! (tears in eyes-looks away angrily in a hurt look)

I just spilled my drink a little..that's all!

The Artist

(whispering in her ear and giving her a kiss) I love you...Ill stand up against this scum.

Svetlana

No...No...I don't want trouble!

The Artist

Only if it comes to that....

(kisses her- Gives this fellow a stern and raged look)

(Arab Waxen Face man turns around and humbles a bit...and turns to the table...extending his hand to her...unaccepted)



The Arab Waxen Faced Man

Im sorry....for this...it is bad for me..I must make apology form me to you! (He turns away and looks sheepishly at the table)


Svetlana

Lets go....lets move across the room! Please! Where is The Russian Artist? Hes supposed to be here by now!

(The Artist and Svetlana gather their things and walk towards the far end of the room...midway the Arab Artist-Pilot comes up and tries to make conversation about his drawings which are face up on a table...he has beer holding them down and the drawings are literally spilling off the table. They look around and see all the tables are filled except for one at the far end of the room that is long and only two seats available then. Some more people leave.

The sit down-Svetlana is still crying from the incident-the artist looks back in disgust)

Lets relax...I don't need this! I wish ______would come....where is he...then we can get out of here. Those damned Arabs are always the same...always! Who do they think they are!

The Artist

Well he'll be here soon...its only 10pm...Im sure he'll be here soon______ is almost never late! Well I guess he owes it to me..Ive been late with him sometimes...ha ha.

(looks around and then back towards the bartender)

I guess I need one...

(points to the half filled sticky drink from the spill-Walks back over to the counter and orders another drink...)

Another Please....spilled this one.. ha ha..

English Bartender

(Yea...looks over quickly towards the Arabs)

Like take it easy...trust me..

-Wanders about the room-

The Artist realizes he missed one of his books on the far table and goes over to retrieve it. He wanders past the Arab Artist-Pilot's table and sees an assortment of photographs and photocopies on the table...all are written on with a crude graffiti in Arabic. He notices a photo of the World Trade Center with Graffiti writing on top of it....and a photo of an airplane...a type of twin motor passenger craft similar to a 737 type aircraft. There are scriffito-torn edge papers strewn about. The Arab-Pilot- Artist that was away from the table talking to one of his friends suddenly returns to the table.


The Arab Artist Pilot-Hani Hanjour (in the picture Above)

Thats my artwork!

(He holds a drawing up and goes into some crazy explanation..half in Arabic Language....and heightened religious terms) He grabs a photo-copy and goes into some philosophical 'thing' about religion and great Satan..and the Jews. Half of it is mumbled and it looks totally crazy! Like a madman did it. Another man from the bar-An American comes up behind me and asks (in the artist ear) What The Artist thought of this guys work)

An American

(from behind the Artist)

What do you think of this shit...hummm?

The Artist

Very dangerous....and even mad..crazy ...shit....

(to catch his comment in secret beyond the Arab Artists Ear- He was beaconing some other person to come and see his art and was pre occupied with trying to talk to an Englishman which came up at about the same time-

An American

(under breath)

Hes fuckin out of it....

(The artist stands back about 9 feet away from this Arab Artist as he begins to get crazy and make broad and very strange comments about...-this art- as portrayed by a seeming madman....The Artist looks on as the description becomes more intense as another American joins into the conversation with this Arab Artist-Pilot-

Pretty soon there are two Americans and one British person holding a steady inquiry to this artist and this artwork as it becomes more heated as the Arab Artist-Pilot starts to mention about an:

Armageddon that is going to happen”

The two Americans force the artist to get angry and bring out his philosophical ideas-aka radical Islam-

The debate becomes heated between two of them

and pretty soon the Arab Fellow is talking about Anti-Americanism to the max.

Hes mad...the conversation is easily heard across the room.

The Artist

(To one of the Americans)

This guy is nuts!

(The artist moves across the room back to Svetlana who is sitting at the table alone)

Svetlana

Whats happening over there...?

The Artist

Nothing you cant hear if you listen.

.(the Hanjour/Arab Artist -Pilot was loud and even halfway across the room his voice was projecting)

Svetlana

Yes, I can hear it too! What is he...hes crazy!

(The voice of this person is projecting along the wall and is very audible and very disturbing despite the background noise in the rest of the room)


The Artist

(holding his ear pitched so that he can hear the content of the argument that is going on...there is some commotion behind the bar that is stirring the British Bartender...but ironically....very ironically allot of the entire Cafe is not reactive to what is being said)

(about 10 minutes-)

-The Russian Artist Arrives-

-Walks in front door and embraces both The Artist and Svetlana-

(The Artist) -Oh hows it going?

The Russian Artist

Yak se Mas! How are you!

Svetlana

Oh very good! Crazy Night!

The Artist

This crazy Arab was awful to Svetlana and I nearly....

Svetlana

Oh baby...lets not think of that!


The Russian Artist

Life is Crazy (laughs)

Its early....

-Another Girlfriend of Svetlana enters and captures the Russian Artists conversation-

Svetlana introduces them...a very attractive girl.

Oh life is good!

Svetlana

Can I get another drink?

(Hands the artist a 100kc)

The Artist

Yeh, Ill be back...

(makes an “S” curve around to the bar...listening over to the Arab Artist-Pilot who is now showing diagrams of the twin towers to three fellows who are egging him on...viciously....this Arab Artist-Pilot is getting furious and talking about things about “Armageddon” what terms could be used in these terms- and how he is going to change the world by---hitting the world trade center with two airplanes---showing a diagram to at least 3 to 5 people who are listening to this madness. He starts to talk about being a pilot and how he is going to commit this crime- in a Cafe where at least 50-75 people currently are-as well as several Arabs themselves are situated around the main part of the Cafe-room-right there....right in that midst of people...now openly talking with others over by the bar. The artist stood aghast of what was happening right in front of his eyes.

The Artist switched casually to the bar where the British Bartender poured a new drink for him-

The Artist looked over to see the Wax Faced Arab being messaged by a Czech Woman...There was very strange dialog that night.....spread about...but most suspiciously in that corner with the Arab Artist Pilot which could be overheard getting more and more angry....then suddenly burst open:

Nine Eleven”, like a Emergency!”

Repeated-

9-11

The Artist did another “S” curve and listened what was happening around the room.

He returned to the table grabbing a drink for Svetlana as the Russian Artist had went and placed his own order...also paying attention to the Arab Artist-Pilot who was at this point almost screaming in argument- raising above the background noise at times...the Russian Artist returns to the table...

The Artist

Did you hear that? Over there?

(about the Arab artist-pilot fellow and his argument with two Americans and a Brit as well as now was being teased by a couple of others who had launched in to him)

The Russian Artist

Oh my God...Hes Crazy...Blazney...Drunk!!!!

Svetlana

What is going on! I can hear that from here!!! It sounds Crazy!

The Artist

Did you see that?

The Russian Artist

Oh My God! Its Terrible....

Svetlana

(gets up and wanders over near the bar)

There talking about 9-11 when here in Prague that's 119 for Emergency!

What are they talking of? Its crazy-

A discussion between the Russian Artist and Svetlana begins about what it was they were saying.

The Artist

(goes casually up to the bar and listens in from a distance)

The Conversation-

The buildings ..were hitting the middle...

Why not hit one using a different angle...say 48 degrees....and then bank it in” came a British voice from out of the few men who were gathered around.

And they are going to turn the transponders off! (other technical information)

The Arab Artist-Pilot forms two fists and pretends to slam the pictures of the buildings.

Bam-Bam (First left and then right) The face of this man looked crazy...too crazy...and with just too much intent. One had a feeling of urgency that this was not a freak incident or a mad-mans ramblings but a definite threat to America!

They were rambling and raging...Svetlana came in and around the Artist and grabbed his hand. The Artist:

Svetlana...I have to talk to you.....out-side...like quickly!

(They all move outside firs Svetlana following The Artist-and then the Russian Artist coming about 2 minutes later)

Svetlana

This is crazy...what in the hell!!!

The Artist

(Sense of absolute urgency)

Svetlana...I have to tell you something!

(They leave the Cafe and talk out by the curb)

Svetlana

What?....

The Artist

This is a definite threat that's being made to America!

Svetlana

Oh yes....like...yes...I hear it

The Russian Artist

Whats Happening ..(coughs sightly) very smokey in there....

(Russian Artist coming out of the Gulu Gulu and meeting at end of entrance gate)

The Artist

(softly to Svetlana)

Im going in again....

(walks back in holding the door for Svetlana)

Im...gonna be back-

(The artist makes a close “S” curve around the room and tries to find someone he knows among the people who are around the bar area...He grabs the eye of a former art collector who he sees and quietly goes over to try to talk with him..meanwhile the several Arabs are still in their former places...and the so called Arab Artist Pilot is still talking away- two Americans, a British Fellow, and several onlookers stand by.the Arab Artist-Pilot- The other Arab-MA- had repositioned himself)

To the former art collector:

Hey...hows it going

Art Collector

(appearing vacant and almost de-concerned about the environment-yet the artist trys to command the focus of this fellows attention)

Oh...Huh..Hi...yeh

The Artist

(holds out hand and attempts reintroduction)

Yeh, you remember me,

Art Collector

Sure..what up

The Artist

Not much but allot...

(lightly-gesturing towards the action of the Arab artist-he looks that way and then sort of winces)

Art Collector

What yu driving at...?

The Artist

This guy over here is a loose canon..

Art Collector

(shrugs...without much notice)

Just another night here...whats your point..

The Artist

(tutning him aside...and trying to get his attention)

Listen what hes talking about...I need to ask a favor

Art Collector

(obviously inebriated)

Huh..

The Artist

(under breath-disguised by a smile and natural mannerisms)

These guys are way out of line-I need an important telephone of someone at the American Embassy...its very important..

Art Collector

(looks generally out of it)

Huh?...oh..like, just ...party

The English Bartender looks on with brooding eyes somewhat angrily-

The Artist goes over to another American and asks a similar question...

Familiar American

(looks inebriated and talking to some other person in a casual way)

Hey!.(smiles) gives a handshake...hows it going..

The Artist

Yeh (a little nervously) like I need the number of the Embassy...like, someone who is in charge..security.(silently as though not to raise attention)

Familiar American

(looks in a stupefying way...inebriated)

Huh?...

Another Fellow...

Need a beer? Ha

(The artist looks around...and returns to bar...to try the Art Collector for this critical information...the Art Collector is very inebriated as well as nearly everyone at Gulu Gulu

The English Bartender looks on in a threatening way..that is surprised...The artist slowly and carefully-yet nervously back towards Svetlana and the Russian Artist that are seated near the door-looking all a bit nervously.

The artist sits down.

Everyone's asleep...

(silently to Svetlana)

The English Bartender

(He walks in a straight way -but un-assuming way to the artist and asks him outside..He looks nervous and there is a sense of danger-The Artist steps out of Gulu Gulu with the bartender)

Huh! Whats going on...(with anger underlying the conversation)

The Artist

Did you see whats happening in there? Those Arabs made a threat against my country...you should really contact someone about this....

The English Bartender

(stepping up really closely and in a very intimidating manner)

Look..you didn't see anything here. (gnarls his upper lip)

The Artist

I heard what I heard! Its crazy in there..

The English Bartender

Look you didn't hear a thing! Im warning you.

We like you ….that could change...

You better go home NOW if you know whats good for you!

Go Now! Get out of here (directs with his hands)

The Artist

(Realizing the undertone of what the English Bartender was giving...as threatening)

Yeh..(looks out for any sudden actions)

(The Bartender comes in smiling with the artist and the artist gestures to Svetlana and the Russian Artist)

We have to go....we have to go now....

(Both Svetlana and the Russian Artist gather their coats and head out the door)

Svetlana

(rushing out the door)

what happened?

The Artist

(The Artist speaking to Svetlana and the Lagging Russian Artist)

What do you think happened...there are people in there who are threatening to blow up the world trade center....that artist fellow...those Americans, there out of it, why are they egging him on! Did you hear that? Tell me so I don't feel Im crazy!

Svetlana

I heard it...its crazy!!! (She looks at the clock...it is 9 minutes to 11...)

The Artist

so Im not crazy...you heard it too...( Looks up at the clock..9 minutes to 11)

The Russian Artist

Yeh...Blazny...

Crazy, ohhh the world is crazy!

Svetlana

Why was that man talking about 911, everyone knows that in Europe it would be 119 and screaming it out that way...

The Russian Artist

(rubbing his head)

It would be 119 if it were an emergency here...

Svetlana

But what was that about! Was it a date or a time?

The Artist

Look! We have to contact someone regarding this! I mean like the US Embassy orsomeone...

The Russian Artist

Oh...its horrible...I know but I think..(interrupted)

Svetlana

      I don't know....Im pretty tired (gives an exhausted look) maybe home now? (with a sense of urgency)

      The Russian Artist

      mmm....I don't think we should be involved...

      The Artist

Like you heard what was going on in there (silently a bit rushed and angry)

Svetlana

Humm...maybe we shouldn't be involved...

The Artist

We overheard that! We are involved....

The Russian Artist

(slapping the artist on the shoulder and looking down)

Yeh...its better not to be involved...

(The Group of three...Walking along the street up from Behlemska Namesti)

The Artist

I have to do something...I just cant stand back and let what I heard there go without some check....someone has to be notified...I think these guys were for real!

Russian Artist

No...No involvement...they were probably drunk and talking..

Svetlana