Coming Disaster (Dramatic Portion Only)

Piappano, keep your eyes on the rules. Oh, Peronessa. For ten years I've been in a taxi room. I know the city like my own cellar. If I had to stop late at night, there is no traffic.

It wouldn't make any difference to you if there were. Oh, Peronessa, do not be confused. Go on, I'm singing a song with me. Oh, no, Piappano. I'm late and I'm tired. Poor time you've paid for a taxi driver.

Come, Peronessa, one quarter. Ah! Well, all right. Keep your mind on the driving. Whoa! In the night club in Rome. I had left Germany for good. Our concerts in my dream in Berlin has blown up. I was operating alone as a singer in the club Ulypia near the Port of Romano. So we take the reason before I had finished my song. I know this man's heating stuff at my

cable, a table at the edge of the tiny dance floor, a table which was invariably reserved for me alone. Thank you very much. This is my table, Signor. Man do not sit at it without an invitation.

Please, on an extended invitation. I have to discuss if you are a matter of great urgency. Please, three minutes. Then if you reach relief. Very well, three minutes. Sir, name is Eri Kimcha. I am German.

I am presently employed by the Italian means. It's imperative for my wife and me to get up of warm at once. What are you afraid of? You're hands are trembling. You're afraid for my life, Beryl, except in my possession, the secret of such an important set, it could be the side of Italy's future in the war.