through the door, that rocco opens.
we recognize johnny ola, who waves a greeting to michael, and then continues on to lead him.
there, sitting before the television is a small man in his middle sixties, thin, with a wizened face, looking like a small-time retired jewish businessman. this is hyman roth.
the old building has been totally surrounded by police and military vehicles. right at this moment, they are waiting lazily, but soldiers are there with automatic weapons ready. there is a momentary commotion inside the building, and the men brace up. a captain of the army detachment says something in spanish over a megaphone; and his men put their weapons at the ready, as other policemen lead a group of civilians out of the building with their hands up.
shopkeepers happily luring the tourists into their shops in broken english. havana is prosperous.
into the bedroom. kay is sitting by the window, lit by the cold afternoon light, at work with her sewing machine. she hasn't noticed that he's in the room yet, and goes on with her work.