TIMOTEO drives to Madrid. Goes to the Hotel Florida. Orders a beer. Rick’s at table going over the books.
TIMOTEO
I see you made it home.
RICK
Nice glasses.
TIMOTEO
Go fuck yourself.
RICK
That graveyard’s a little dusty these days. I work up a thirst every time I go there, too. That one’s on me, then feel free to leave here in a hurry.
TIMOTEO
I spoke to one of ZUMAYA’s friends. She told me what you did for her.
RICK
Ok. Good. Now it’s your turn to leave my house.
TIMOTEO
Rick, you know the work I do. I know Zumaya told you. I am not here for your piss-water beer and your tourist-visa Hotel Florida drunkards.
RICK
Oh, I don’t claim that bastard Hemingway.
TIMOTEO
My reason is this: La Causa has soldiers and no captains.
RICK
Sounds like a real problem. Good luck with that.
TIMOTEO
Rick, I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, 6am, from that cafe where ZUMAYA got her morning coffee.
RICK
Your La Causa is not my causa.
TIMOTEO
RICK, from what ZUMAYA told me, you, and now I, have lost everything. Is this correct?
Should
‘What do I have left?’
become
‘What do I have left . . . to offer?’
