BOUBARD'S Bar. Ten minutes later. Everyone is sitting silently, staring at the radio. An American jazz song is coming from it at the moment.
What time is it?
Wasn't he supposed to make his speech at 8:30?
What's he waiting for? You sure that's the right station?
We're going to miss that truck. Why do we have to sit and wait for Marcel Vespery to make a speech? We know what he's going to say. . . . Order, obedience to authority, no rash moves . . . Come on. (He gets up.)