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Rodrigo Paestra shots his unfaithful wife dead \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[10:30 P.M. Summer<\/strong> –\u00a0directed by\u00a0Jules Dassin<\/a>, 1966]<\/p>\n

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From 1983, 10.30 On a Summer Nigh<\/strong>t is Richard Jobson<\/a><\/strong>‘s own adaption of texts from the passionate novel by French author Marguerite Duras <\/strong>(1914 – 1996), the story of a double love triangle set in Spain, where the runaway Rodrigo Paestra is hiding from the Guardia Civil…<\/p>\n

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I.-\u00a0 The hotel<\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/address>\n
Pierre with his wife Maria and child Judith are accompanied by Claire, a friend of all but a secret lover of Pierre. Maria is aware of this secret.<\/address>\n
They arrive in a village, looked in a storm and held in disarray; as the hotel is so busy, they must sleep with other guests in the corridor.\u00a0The police search for Rodrigo Paestra, who has committed a crime of passion: the murder of his young unfaithful wife…<\/address>\n
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So much time went by that no trace of twilight was left in the sky.<\/address>\n
– Don’t expect any electricity tonight<\/em> -the manager of the hotel had said- usually around here the storms are so violent that there’s no electricity all night.<\/em><\/address>\n
There was no electricity. There were going to be more storms, more sudden showers throughout the night. The sky was still low and small, still whipped by a very strong wind toward the west. The sky could be seen perfectly arched up to the horizon; and the limits of the storm could be seen too, trying to take over more of the clearer part of the sky.<\/address>\n
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From the balcony where she was standing, Maria could see the whole expanse of the storm. They remained in the dining room.<\/address>\n
– I’ll be back\u00a0<\/em> – Maria had said.<\/address>\n
Behind her, in the corridor, all the children are now sleeping. Among them was Judith. And Maria turned around, she saw her asleep, her body outlined in the soft light of the oil lamps hooked up on the walls.<\/address>\n
– As soon as she’s asleep I’ll come back<\/em> – Maria had told them. Judith was asleep.<\/address>\n
The hotel was full. The rooms, the corridors, and later on this hall would be still more crowded. There were more people in the hotel than in the whole district of the town. The town beyond which stretched deserted roads all the way to Madrid, toward which the storm was moving since five o’clock, bursting here and there, its clouds breaking and then mending again… to the point of exhaustion.<\/address>\n
There was no longer a single cafe open.<\/address>\n
– We’ll wait for you, Maria<\/em> – Pierre had said.<\/address>\n
The town was small. It covered about five acres; all of it was crowded into an irregular but full neatly outlined shape. Beyond it, whichever way you turned, open country straights out bare, rolling. This was hardly noticeable that night, and yet, in the east, there seemed to be a sudden drop. A stream previously dried out would overflow in the morning.\u00a0If you looked at the time, it was ten o’clock… in the evening… it was summer.<\/address>\n
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Policemen were walking around under the hotel balconies. They must have been tired from searching. They dived their feet in the muddy streets. The crime had been committed a long time ago, hours ago, and they were talking about the weather.<\/address>\n
\u00a0 – Rodrigo Paestra is on the rooftops.<\/em><\/address>\n
Maria remembered: the rooftops were there; they were empty; they were shining dimly under the balcony where she was standing… empty.<\/address>\n
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They were waiting for her in the dining room, in the midst of clear tables, oblivious of her, looking at each other motionless. The hotel was full. There was no other place for them to look at each other except there.<\/address>\n
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Whistling started again at the other end of the town, well beyond the square in the direction of Madrid. Nothing happens. Policemen gathered at the street corner on the left, stopped, moved off again. It was just a break in a waiting period. The policemen walked by under the balcony and turned into another street.\u00a0It was much later than ten. It was later than when she should have gone back to the dining- room, entered, moved in between and sat down and told them once more the surprising news:<\/address>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 –\u00a0 I’ve been told that Rodrigo Paestra is hiding on the roof-tops… <\/em><\/address>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 …I’ve been told that Rodrigo Paestra is hiding on the roof-tops… <\/em><\/address>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 …I’ve been told that Rodrigo Paestra is hiding on the roof-tops.<\/em><\/address>\n