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elbow—sotto: What problem were you talking about?
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    EMILY: Well let’s not nail him, so screaming is not a problem, right? To both: I said is that right?
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    SKIP, to Emily: All I’m trying to say, dear . . .
    EMILY: Mud. When Emily is sued her name is Mud, so make it Mud, please!
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    SKIP, momentarily put down: I am simply saying that even though he was nailed—the Original, I mean—he is always shown hanging up there in perfect peace.
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    FELIX: The paintings are not like it is.
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    SARAH, still with the phone: What about the little sign over his head?
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    SKIP: What sign?
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    EMILY: Say that’s right, they mocked him and stuck this hand-painted sign on the cross over his head—I believe it said “King of the Jews.”
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    SKIP: No!! Absolutely out of the question . . . this has nothing to do with the Jews! Or Jesus either!
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    HENRI: Excuse me, but it will inevitably have that connotation.
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    SKIP: Nonsense! This is simply the execution of a violent criminal!
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    HENRI: Yes, but isn’t that what they said the first time?
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    SARAH, phone to her ear: Speaking of Jews, they called him “rabbi,” I think.
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    SKIP: Stop it!—Excuse me, Emily, no reflection on your personal heritage, but I mean, this will run in like Mississippi and even the Middle East, like Egypt . . . we do a lot of business in Egypt and Pakistan, and there’s no point irritating the world’s largest religion—I mean, from their viewpoint it’s bad enough implying the son of god was Christian without making him Jewish, for Heaven’s sake.
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    EMILY: All right, but I’m just saying—he . . . was . . .
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    SKIP: You know it and I know it, dear, but what’s the point of rubbing it in worldwide, darling? Turning to Felix: Now sir, have you decided what time of the day you are going to . . . ah . . . there’s a question of the light, you see.
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    FELIX: I’m not sure we will be able to proceed today. It is possible, but perhaps not.
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    SKIP: I don’t understand, sir.
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    FELIX: He’s escaped.
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    EMILY: Our guy?
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    HENRI, a clap of his hands: Felix!
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    FELIX: He will certainly be captured, there’s no question, but it may be a day or two . . .
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    EMILY, to the crew: He’s escaped!
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    CREW: Attaway, baby! Hurray! etc. . . .
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    SKIP: Shame on you! The man’s a criminal! To Felix: This is terrible, terrible news, General! CNN, NBC . . .
    Soldier starts up a screaming chainsaw.
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    FELIX: Para! Esta puta cosa. Para! [English: Stop that goddam thing! I said stop it!]
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    Soldier, dumbfounded, cuts saw.
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    CAPTAIN: No ves que están hablando? [English: Can’t you see they’re talking?]
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    Soldier salutes in terror.
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    Eres un imbécil? [English: Are you an idiot?]
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    Soldier salutes again.
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    HENRI, touching Felix’s arm: Listen, Felix . . .
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    FELIX, freeing his arm: I want to offer to pay for the extra time you will be here, Mr. Skip, but he will absolutely be found by tomorrow, maybe tonight.
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    SKIP: I am only concerned about our exclusivity, any delay is dangerous. To the crew: I want everyone at the hotel . . . we meet let’s say noon, or make it eleven, and we’ll see where we are. And don’t wander off in case he’s caught sooner.
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    FELIX: . . . I believe we will catch him even this afternoon, maybe.
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    As crew packs, preparing—with uncertainty—to
leave, he turns back to Skip.
    Not to worry about the exclusivity, I have the Army blocking the only road up this mountain; no other crew can get up here.
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    SKIP: There are helicopters.
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    FELIX: I have forbidden any takeoffs.
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    SKIP: What about from over the border?
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    FELIX: They cross the border they will be shot happily down.
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    SKIP: Well that’s a relief. To Emily: How about lunch and let’s