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Ché : Spain has fallen to the charms of Evita. She can do what she likes. It
doesn't matter much.
Aide 1 : She's our lady of the new world with a golden
touch.
Aide 2 : She filled a bullring (with) forty five thousand seaters.
Ché : But if you're prettier than General Franco, that's not hard.
Aide 1 : Franco's reign in Spain should see out the forties. So you've just
acquired an ally who looks as secure in his job as you.
Aide 2 : But more important, current political thought is your wife's a
phenomenal asset, your
trump card.
Aides : Let's hear it for the Rainbow Tour. It's been an incredible success.
We weren't quite sure. We had a few doubts.
Peron : Will Evita win
through ?
Aides : But the answer is yes.
Peron : There you are. I told you so. Makes no difference where she goes, the
whole world over just the same, just listen to them call her name. And who would
underestimate the actress now ?
Ché : Now I don't like to spoil a wonderful story, but the news from Rome
isn't quite as good. She hasn't gone down like they thought she would. Italy's
unconvinced by Argentine glory. They equate Peron with Mussolini. Can't think
why.
Evita : Did you hear that? They called me a whore! They actually called me a
whore!
An Italian Admiral : But Signora Peron, it's an easy
mistake. I'm still called an admiral, yet I gave up the sea long
ago.
Aide 2 : More bad news from Rome, she met with the Pope. She only got a
rosary, a kindly word.
Ché : I wouldn't say the Holy Father gave
her the bird. But Papal decorations, never
a hope.
Aide 1 : She still looked
the part at St.
Peter's, caught the eye.
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