SAM: Must be a bedroom secret he doesn't even want to share with you. (Mocking JUDY.) Right, Raúl? (Violently.) Must have taken the mirrors from the barrio, out of some place where he or someone in his family was working. (RAÚL makes a violent gesture. JUDY moves toward him again.)
JUDY: Oh, no, don't pay any attention to him, Raúl. They're ideas Sam gets, but he gets over them. He's said the same to me. Deep down Sam is old fashioned. You'd think he was watching Mexican movies. Problem is Sam's jealous. Maybe he's got some harebrained idea in his head.
SAM: God damn it, Judy. Go to hell! (SAM leaves violently. JUDY and RAÚL look toward the door of the room where SAM has gone. SAM is heard slamming the door to the bathroom. JUDY and RAÚL look at each other. Then they kiss passionately, but in a theatrical, movie sort of way.)
JUDY: You don't mind if I tell you something.
JUDY: Swear you won't get mad.
RAÚL: I swear.
JUDY: It's true . . . you are a "Latin Lover." (As they kiss again, a door opening and a toilet flushing can be heard. At the same time, the Curtain slowly falls.)
Shortly after the previous act. The stage is completely illuminated, as in the first act. The telephone rings. RAÚL comes in dressed in a tuxedo. He looks great, but he seems somewhat nervous and uncombed. He is frankly uneasy, but would not want to appear to be so. He answers.
RAÚL: Hello! Hello! What? No, no I don't understand. What did you say? Yes, yes that is the phone number . . . On Fifth Avenue, yes . . . No, no revolutionary lives here . . . No, nor any terrorist. An attempt? What do you mean? No, I don't understand you, and maybe it is better that way. If I did I'd have to call the police . . . No, I assure you we don't want to kill anyone . . . Me? Who would want to kill me? Nor do I want to kill anyone . . . It's true, maybe it's better that we don't agree. (RAÚL turns. He notices that SARA is opening the door to the china cupboard.) No, no