PETER, a man in his early thirties.
JOSEPHINE, a woman in her late twenties. PETER's girlfriend.
Josephine's bedroom. Livermore, CA. 1985. Night.
A bedroom that overlooks a quiet street. The room's only furnishings are a nightstand holding a tall lamp, and a bed. In it, lay PETER and JOSEPHINE. The room is dark. There is no sound.
When asked for his view on the value and nature of political theatre, in a 1985 interview with Benedict Nightingale, Pinter responded by reading a comment from Peter Hagelstein—a leading nuclear physicist:
“My view of weapons has changed. Until 1980 or so, I did not want anything to do with nuclear anything. Back in those days, I thought there was something fundamentally evil about weapons. Now, I see it as an interesting physics problem.” Now, look, this man is really there. He is at the hilt. At the top of...