SCENE: A cell in a military jail, just before dawn, the next morning.
ROBERT is lying on his bunk, his knees up. He is playing on a penny whistle. He is playing Ravel. A rather fat guard, a middle-aged SERGEANT, is standing, with rifle and bayonet, on the other side of the steel-grated door.
Blame Ravel. (He plays again) The penny whistle is a delicate instrument. It has a high, melodious tone, not unlike a railroad engine whistle coming out of a tunnel. Not exactly the thing for Ravel. Sergeant, have you ever heard of Ravel?
At any rate, thank you for the whistle.
That's all right. A whistle helps in prison. Anything helps in prison.