Scripts for English 900,BOOK FOUR
Scripts
for English 900, BOOK FOUR
MICHAEL:
Good-bye, Miguel. Nice meeting you. Good-bye, Marta. Thanks for coming. MARTA: Bye. Don't
forget our English lesson on Wednesday.
MICHAEL:
I won't. I'll be there. And why don't you come, too, Miguel?
MIGUEL:
Thank you, I will. And thank you for inviting me to the party. It was a lot of
fun.
MARTA:
Thank you again, Michael. I'll see you next Wednesday.
MARTA:
Joana, it was a pleasure meeting you.
JOANA:
Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you and Miguel.
NONE:
Good night.
MICHAEL:
Well. Let's sit down for a few minutes. I can clean up later.
JOANA:
No, let me help you.
MICHAEL:
No, that's all right. I can do it by myself in the morning.
JOANA:
It was a very nice party. It's too bad Paulo had to work late.
MICHAEL:
Yes, it is, but I'm glad you had a good time.
JOANA:
I liked your friends.
MICHAEL:
They liked you, too. I could tell.
MICHAEL:
As a matter of fact, you made everybody feel comfortable.
JOANA:
That's easy, you're a great host.
MICHAEL:
Well, you're a pretty good hostess. I was tired of giving parties by myself.
JOANA:
You know, when I was a teenager, I used to go to parties all the time.
JOANA:
I enjoyed myself every minutes -- parties, dances, boys.
MICHAEL:
It sounds like fun.
JOANA:
It was. I used to live from dance to dance.
JOANA:
On the weekends, Paulo and I never used to be home.
MICHAEL:
Paulo? I don't believe it. I thought he worked all the time -- like my brother.
JOANA:
Your brother? I didn't know you had a brother.
MICHAEL:
It's a long story.
JOANA:
We have time.
MICHAEL:
OK. How about a cup of coffee? Then I'll tell you about myself.
JOANA:
Let me help.
MICHAEL:
No. That's OK. This kitchen is too small for two.
MICHAEL:
Look around. Make yourself at home.
PAULO:
Do you remember my idea for an art competition at the Fair?
JOANA:
Yes. How did they like it?
PAULO:
Very much. In fact, we're starting the project immediately. And guess who's in
charge?
JOANA:
I don't know. I give up.
PAULO:
You give up too easily. Your brother! Who else?
JOANA:
Congratulations, Paulo! Now maybe you can take a few days off.
JOANA:
You work harder than anyone else in that office.
PAULO:
Joana, you don't take time off when you want a promotion.
JOANA:
You even eat more quickly than you used to.
PAULO:
Hey, I didn't ask for a lecture!
JOANA:
I'm sorry. Paulo. I think it's wonderful. Now tell me about the competition.
JOANA:
What are the rules? Can Michael enter?
PAULO:
Michael Crawford?
JOANA:
Sure. He paints better than anyone I know. When does the competition start?
PAULO:
We won't announce the contest until Mr. Crawford finish the brochure.
JOANA:
Oh, is he doing the brochure for you?
PAULO:
Yes.
JOANA:
What does his office look like?
PAULO:
It's large enough, and modern and businesslike. And very formal -- too formal,
perhaps.
PAULO:
Why you ask?
JOANA:
Just curious. I'm trying to imagine Michael in that office.
PAULO:
What do you mean?
JOANA:
Michael gave himself a deadline.
JOANA:
Either he does well this year, or he gives up art and goes into business with
his father.
PAULO:
How well is "well"? How is he going to measure success?
PAULO:
Does he have to paint as well as the masters?
JOANA:
I don't really know. But he has to prove something to himself.
PAULO:
Then this competition could be his big chance.
JOANA:
Yes, it could.
NONE:
Gary, my brother. Gary Whitney Crawford, Jr.
NONE:
He looks just like me, you know, Joana. At least he used to.
NONE:
He's eighteen months older than I am,
NONE:
but when we were kids we used to wear the same
clothes
and pretend we were twins!
NONE:
Gary was the greatest brother in the world, and in many ways, he was my father,
too.
NONE:
Dad didn't have time for me. He was too busy.
NONE:
Gary and I went to the same college, but that's when things started to change.
NONE:
He studied business.
NONE:
Why did he study business? Because my father wanted him to.
NONE:
He used to study night and day.
NONE: I
studied art and I worked hard at it. But I had time for my friends, too.
NONE:
Gary and I saw each other less and less. When Gary graduated, he went to work
for my father.
NONE:
He stayed at the office until late at night. He kept to himself a lot.
NONE:
Like my father, Gary was always busy.
NONE:
Then one night, Gary and my father had a terrible fight.
NONE:
The next morning Gary moved out. We never saw him again.
NONE:
About a year ago, a college friend of mine saw Gary in London.
NONE:
He was with a woman and a baby.
NONE:
My friend was sure it was Gary. He never forgets a face.
NONE: I
would like to write about two people, a man and a woman. They live quiet lives.
NONE:
When they go out into the street, no one asks for their autographs,
NONE:
but everyone in their profession knows and respects them. They work as a team.
NONE:
The woman is a journalist. The man is a photographer.
NONE:
They met on their first job. They both worked for a famous picture magazine.
NONE:
She wrote the articles, and he took the photographs.
NONE:
The magazine sent them all over the world to cover important events. They won
many awards and medals.
NONE:
One day the magazine went bankrupt. Many other magazines and newspapers offered
them positions.
NONE:
But at this point the man and the woman decided to work independently.
NONE:
She decided she wanted to write a book about her experiences at the magazine.
NONE:
He wanted to work on a photographic essay on bonsai.
NONE:
For once, they did not have to worry about deadlines and editors.
NONE:
They enjoyed their work and grew professionally. Their books were successful.
NONE:
When they finished their separate projects, they decided to work as a team
again.
NONE:
Now they are ready to go, day or night, on a moment's notice.
NONE:
When there are earthquakes in Honduras, they are there.
NONE:
When there are battles in the Middle East, they are there.
NONE:
When there are local tragedies, they are there, too.
NONE:
My parents are a great team.
NONE:
James Yamamoto
NONE:
Look at all those people. They all have good jobs and houses in the country.
NONE:
OK, maybe all of them don't have houses in the country, but they probably have
more than you.
NONE:
Laura, stop it. Don't feel so sorry for yourself. Nobody likes to get out and
look for a job.
NONE:
I'm getting depressed again. It's time for a
change.
Maybe I'll meet someone in an elevator,
NONE:
and he'll offer me a wonderful job. My worries will be over.
NONE:
Stop it, Laura. Be realistic.
NONE:
Yes, it's time for a change. I hate offices. I don't hate work -- that's why I
got the job with Crawford--
NONE:
But I don't like offices. I don't feel human in an office.
NONE:
I'd rather work with people than with files and typewriters. But how?
NONE: I
could be a real estate agent, a travel agent, a... anything, as long as it
isn't boring.
NONE:
Claire's going to law school.
NONE:
Crawford's son, what's his name? Michael. Yes. He wants to be an artist.
NONE:
Henry Leeds likes his job. He doesn't want to do anything else.
NONE:
It is possible to be happy at your job.
NONE: I
could teach Spanish. No, I don't have the patience. I think I'd to be my own
boss.
NONE: I
like to sew. Maybe I could open a small dress shop.
NONE: I
wonder how much you need to start a shop.
NONE:
My head is spinning. I must be getting hungry. I'm tired, too.
NONE:
Maybe I'm getting a cold. No. You're not getting a cold. You're just depressed.
And scared.
NONE: A
dress shop. I'll have to think about that.
WAITER:
Would you like to order now?
MR.
YAMAMOTO: Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where the Japanese Garden is?
BILL:
It's quite a long walk from here. Why don't you take the Fair bus?
BILL:
It stops right over there, in the Plaza of
Nations.
Between the statue and the fountain.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: The statue? Excuse me, I don't see as well as I used to.
ALI:
Hi, Mr. O'Neill.
BILL:
Oh, hi, Ali. Would you do me a favor?
ALI:
Sure.
BILL:
Would you take this gentleman to the bus stop over there?
ALI:
Sure. Hi. Where do you want to go?
BILL:
The gentleman wants to go to the bus stop, Ali.
ALI:
But where are you going after that?
BILL:
He asks a lot of questions.
ALI: My
father says I shouldn't ask so many questions. He says it's not polite. So I'm
sorry.
ALI:
But I still want to know.
BILL:
Ali, the next bus will be here any minute.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: I'm going to the Japanese Garden.
ALI:
Are you Japanese? I'm from Iran.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: I was born in Japan.
ALI: I
went to the Japanese Garden last week.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: Did you?
ALI:
Yes, it's very pretty. My mother liked it very much.
ALI: I
think it's too quiet there, but I'll go with you if you want.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: Thank you. But if you come with me, your parents won't know where you
are.
ALI: If
you wait, I'll tell my parents where I'm going.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: You are a good boy. Maybe some other time.
ALI: Do
you come here a lot? I'm here every afternoon. My father works in that bank.
ALI:
That's my friend, Mr. O'Neill, the ice cream man.
MR. YAMAMOTO:
Here's the bus, good-bye, Ali. And thank you.
MIGUEL:
Marta, how did you meet Michael Crawford?
MARTA:
It's a funny story. One day while I was coming down 88 street, I tripped and
fell.
MARTA:
My packages spilled all over the sidewalk. I twisted my ankle, and I couldn't
stand up.
MIGUEL:
Didn't anyone help you?
MARTA:
A couple was passing by and helped me pick up my groceries.
MARTA:
They even carried them home for me. The guy was Michael.
MIGUEL:
How long ago was that?
MARTA:
Oh, about a year ago, I guess.
MARTA:
Then, as we were walking home, he mentioned he lived in the neighborhood.
MARTA:
So I made a friend. He gives me English lessons, too.
MIGUEL:
But he's a painter, isn't he?
MARTA:
Yes, I think so. Why?
MIGUEL:
I'm just putting two and two together.
MARTA:
What do you mean?
MIGUEL:
I saw a picture of Michael on Pedro's desk.
MARTA:
Michael and Pedro! I didn't know they knew each other.
MIGUEL:
Neither did I. But apparently, they used to be best friends.
MARTA:
Really? They don't seem to have much in common. What happened?
MIGUEL:
To make a long story short, Michael's old girlfriend fell in love with Pedro.
MARTA:
Oh. That sounds like Pedro.
MIGUEL:
No, it wasn't exactly Pedro's fault, but Michael wouldn't speak to him after
that.
MARTA:
That's understandable.
MIGUEL:
Maybe. But it's a shame.
MARTA:
Well, Michael is sensitive. That's why he's so charming.
MIGUEL:
Yes, but now that Michael is seeing Joana, I hope he'll forgive Pedro.
MARTA:
You don't have to worry about Pedro.
MIGUEL:
I know, but I think a good friendship deserves a second chance.
MARTA:
So do I, but...
MIGUEL:
And Pedro needs his old friend. He's very lonely.
MARTA:
Lonely? Every time I see him he's with adifferent woman.
MR.
NIKZARD: Captain, would you tell me who is responsible for catching the
thieves? I'd like to thank him personally.
CAPT.
JAMISON: You know him.
MR.
NIKZARD: I do?
CAPT.
JAMISON: But I must ask you not to tell anyone who he is. He's one of our
undercover men.
MR.
NIKZARD: Certainly.
CAPT.
JAMISON: Sergeant O'Neill. Would you step into my office?
BILL:
Captain?
MR.
NIKZARD: Mr. O'Neill. The ice cream vendor! I don't believe it. Ali was right.
CAPT.
JAMISON: Who was right?
MR.
NIKZARD: My son, Ali. He never stops talking about Mr. O'Neill.
MR.
NIKZARD: He always says, "Mr. O'Neill is a secret agent."
CAPT.
JAMISON: Sergeant, you didn't say anything to the boy, did you?
MR.
NIKZARD: Captain, I'm sure he didn't have to. Ali is very... What is the word
in English... Imaginative.
MR.
NIKZARD: He enjoys pretending to be you, Sergeant. You are his hero.
BILL:
He's a fine boy.
MR.
NIKZARD: And he loves talking to you about baseball.
MR.
NIKZARD: He keeps trying to learn, but I don't know how to play, so I can't
teach him.
MR.
NIKZARD: But tell me Sergeant, how did you know those three were thieves?
BILL: I
suspected something right away. They kept walking back and forth in front of
the bank.
BILL:
After watching them for three days, I knew something was going to happen soon.
MR.
NIKZARD: Why did you wait three days before acting?
BILL:
We needed more proof, so I started noting their movements carefully.
BILL: I
sold ice cream right under their noses.
MR.
NIKZARD: I am impressed, Sergeant, impressed and grateful.
MR.
NIKZARD: But what a shame. Ali can never know he was right.
HUSSEIN:
Ali! Did you hear? There was a robbery at Dad's bank!
ALI:
Wow! Did they take a lot of money?
HUSSEIN:
No. Some undercover policemen at the Fair caught the thieves.
ALI: I
bet Mr. O'Neill did it!
ALI:
When I grow up, I want to be a secret agent like Mr. O'Neill.
HUSSEIN:
Ali, Mr. O'Neill is an ice cream vendor!
PEDRO:
It's been a long time.
MICHAEL:
Yes, it has.
PEDRO:
How have you been?
MICHAEL:
Much better since I spoke to you last.
PEDRO:
You know, Michael, I'm sorry about...
MICHAEL:
You don't have to be.
PEDRO:
Then why are you still angry? Anyway, I am sorry.
MICHAEL:
I am, too. I thought we were friends.
PEDRO:
We were.
MICHAEL:
How's Marian?
PEDRO:
I don't know. I haven't seen her for almost three years.
MICHAEL:
Didn't she stay with you?
PEDRO:
No. I saw her for a few weeks, and then she left. She went to Florida.
MICHAEL:
Haven't you kept in touch?
PEDRO:
No. There was no reason to. I was happy to see her go.
MICHAEL:
Then why did you...
PEDRO:
Now wait a minute, Michael. I didn't go looking for her. She came to me.
PEDRO:
Michael. It's over. I'm sorry. What more can I say?
PEDRO:
Let's have a beer and forget the whole thing.
MICHAEL:
Hello, Pedro. How have you been?
PEDRO:
Okay, Michael. It's been a long time.
MICHAEL:
Are you still interested in photography?
PEDRO:
Yes, and I've done a lot of new things. Come on, I'll tell you about them.
MICHAEL:
How's your mother? I've missed her.
PEDRO:
She's fine. She'll be glad to see you again.
PEDRO:
She's missed you, too. So has the rest of my family.
NONE:
Eighty-eighth Street is usually a busy street, especially during the summer.
NONE:
But sometimes, early in the morning and in the heat of the afternoon, it is
quiet.
NONE:
No, not "quiet", quieter. There are always kids playing ball.
NONE:
They don't seem to notice the heat, the darkness, or the passing cars.
NONE:
It's a street like many others. Children run, and jump, and fall.
NONE:
Parents push baby carriages. Young men and women walk slowly, arm in arm, or
hand in hand.
NONE:
The people of the neighborhood know each other. hen friends meet, they stop and
say a word or two.
NONE:
Two women, both lost in thought, walk toward each other. As they pass, they
look up.
NONE:
They stop. They smile. They start to speak at the same time.
NONE:
They laugh, happy to see each other.
NONE:
After a minute or two, one turns around and walks the other to her door.
NONE:
They stand and talk a few minutes more. Then each one takes a few steps, turns,
and waves good-bye.
NONE:
At noon on June 3, three men bought sandwiches and ice cream
NONE:
and sat on one of the benches in front of the
International
Bank. This behavior continued on June 4 and 5.
NONE:
They were trying to look and act like tourists,
but
they obviously were not.
NONE:
They never smiled. They were not enjoying themselves.
NONE:
The suspects carefully noted the movements of each of the bank's employees.
NONE:
They even noted when and where I moved my ice cream cart.
NONE:
On June 5, at exactly 2:20, when two of the four guards were out to lunch,
NONE:
the three suspects moved toward the entrance of the bank.
NONE: I
immediately called for help. Then I moved the ice cream cart closer to the
entrance of the bank.
NONE: I
wanted to be able to stop them from leaving the area.
NONE:
One of the suspects stood at the door of the bank. The other two entered the
bank and stood in line.
NONE:
When they got up to the tellers, they took guns out of paper bags.
NONE:
Most of the people in the bank didn't know what was happening.
NONE: I
could see this through the windows of the bank.
NONE:
Meanwhile, the other non-uniformed policemen arrived.
NONE:
We spread out. Some went into the bank and some stood near the front.
NONE:
We wanted to wait until they had the money in their hands. Then we got them.
NONE:
It was all over in twenty seconds.
NONE: I
never stopped selling ice cream, although I gave one man too much change.
NONE:
"I like this old bar. I know it's old-fashioned, but that's what I like
about it.
NONE:
Sure, it's dark. Most bars are.
NONE:
But that's all right, some things look better in the dark.
NONE:
Besides, you don't go to a bar to read, do you? This is a friendly place.
NONE:
You can get a beer on your way home from work, find some friends, relax,
NONE:
forget about your kids, your job, and your mother-in-law.
NONE:
Times are changing, but "Joe's" stays the same.
NONE:
Oh, there's a difference. This kind of place used to be "for men
only." Now, everybody's welcome.
NONE:
If your money's good, we're glad to have you.
NONE:
I've been a bartender here for thirty years, and I'm still happy to come to
work and see the old mahogany bar.
NONE:
It still makes me happy to see the liquor bottles beside the old French mirror.
It's not a bad life.
NONE:
And, you know, it's funny. I don't drink."