Scripts for English 900,BOOK SIX
Scripts for English 900, BOOK
SIX
MARTA: Airports are sad places.
MIGUEL:
Sometimes, I guess. But, we'll write. You'll come down at Christmas.
MARTA:
If we can find the money.
MIGUEL:
Don't worry, Marta. Everything will be taken care of.
MIGUEL:
They say that fares are going to be reduced in the next six months. And when I
graduate, well...
MARTA:
That's two years from now. Two years is a long time.
MIGUEL: The time will
pass quickly. You'll see. I might even be able to come back to New York next
summer.
MARTA:
Oh, Miguel, you'll forget all about me.
MARTA:
Your mother will find you a nice girl. You'll get married, and live happily
ever after.
MIGUEL:
No, I won't. I swear I won't. Don't you believe me?
MARTA:
I don't want to talk about it. All I know is that you are going to be taken
away from me.
MIGUEL:
That's ridiculous! I'll write every day, whether you answer me or not.
MARTA:
Don't be silly. You'll have other things to do.
MIGUEL:
Don't cry, Marta, please.
MIGUEL:
Look, here come Mrs. Ortega and Pedro.
MARTA:
I wish they would go away.
MIGUEL:
You don't really mean that, Marta.
PEDRO:
I hope we're not interrupting anything. We want to say good-bye, too.
MRS.
ORTEGA: Let me give you a kiss, my boy. Remember me to your mother and father.
I hope to see them again. I'll miss you, Miguel.
MIGUEL:
I'll miss you, too. It's been a wonderful summer. Thank you.
MIGUEL:
Take care of Pedro. He still needs his mama.
PEDRO:
Good-bye, kid.
LOUDSPEAKER:
Last call for Flight 629 for Bogota, leaving from Gate 10.
MARTA: You'd better hurry, Miguel.
MIGUEL: Don't cry, Marta.
SECURITY
OFFICER: Sorry, Miss. Only passengers are allowed beyond this point.
MIGUEL: Oh, Marta?...
MARTA: Good-bye, Miguel.
ALI: How many days to my birthday?
MRS. NIKZARD: Five.
ALI: Are we going to invite Mr. Yamamoto, the
vegetable man, to my party?
MRS.
NIKZARD: I don't think so, dear. We don't know him very well, and he might be
too busy to come.
MRS. NIKZARD: I understand his store is being
renovated next week.
ALI: Oh. And what about Mr. O'Neill? Is he coming?
MRS. NIKZARD: He's been invited.
ALI: But is he coming?
MRS. NIKZARD: We haven't heard from him yet, Ali.
ALI: I hope he comes.
MRS. NIKZARD: Don't worry, Ali. I'm sure he'll try
his best.
ALI: What about Mr. Yamamoto?
MRS. NIKZARD: I don't know, dear.
ALI: But I want to invite him.
MRS. NIKZARD: Let's wait and ask your father.
ALI: Do we have to wait?
MRS.
NIKZARD: Of course, Ali. But don't be upset. The invitation can be sent out
first thing in the morning.
ALI: I'm going outside. OK.?
MRS. NIKZARD: All right, dear. Don't be too long.
It's almost
lunch time.
MRS. NIKZARD: Hello, Simon. Have you seen Ali this
afternoon?
MR. NIKZARD: No, Zahra. Why?
MRS.
NIKZARD: Oh, dear. I can't find him anywhere. I thought he might have gone to
the Fair. I've looked all over.
MRS.
NIKZARD: I don't know what to do. He should have been back an hour ago.
MR.
NIKZARD: Don't worry, Zahra. Probably, he's visiting a friend and forgot about
the time.
MRS.
NIKZARD: But an hour and a half? That's not like him. He could have had an
accident.
MR. NIKZARD: Yes, he could have, Zahra, but he
probably
didn't. Did anything happen this morning?
MR. NIKZARD: What were you talking about before he
left?
MRS. NIKZARD: His birthday party. It's all he
talks about lately.
MR. NIKZARD: Is it possible you said something to
upset him?
MRS. NIKZARD: I must have.
MRS. NIKZARD: I know he was upset because we
haven't received
Mr. O'Neill's reply to our invitation, and...
MR. NIKZARD: And?
MRS. NIKZARD: And because we haven't invited Mr.
Yamamoto.
MR. NIKZARD: Anything else?
MRS.
NIKZARD: No. He left the house right after that. I suppose I should have called
you earlier.
MR. NIKZARD: Zahra, I'm sure there's nothing to
worry about.
MR.
NIKZARD: He's probably on his way to the Fair to see Mr. O'Neill, or else he's
with Mr. Yamamoto.
MRS. NIKZARD: Oh, wait! Here he is! And Mr.
Yamamoto is with him.
MRS.
NIKZARD: You were right, Simon. He must have gone to Mr. Yamamoto's.
MRS. NIKZARD: Ali, my little Martian. Where were
you? Why didn't you tell me where you were going?
MRS.
NIKZARD: You've been gone three hours! Mr. Yamamoto, I c an't thank you enough
for bringing him back.
MRS.
NIKZARD: What happened, Ali? Where were you? I was so worried.
ALI:
Don't cry, Mommy. I won't do it again. I promise.
ALI:
Don't cry. I just went to Mr. Yamamoto's store to invite him to my party.
ALI: It takes too long to invite people by mail.
ALI: I got lost. I started walking, and then I
didn't know where I was.
ALI: So I asked people to help me find Mr.
Yamamoto's store.
ALI: Some people said,
"Turn left," and some people said, "Turn right," and
sometimes I forgot what they said.
ALI: But I didn't get scared! I kept saying to
myself, "You're almost seven!"
ALI:
Anyway, all of a sudden, I was right there in front of Mr. Yamamoto's store. It
was like magic!
ALI: And Mr. Yamamoto can come to my party. I
asked him.
MR. YAMAMOTO: You should have seen him, Mrs.
Nikzad.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: When Ali found the store, he may have been shaking a little, but he
wouldn't cry. He's a brave boy.
NONE: Dear Pedro,
NONE: I've been back over a week now.
NONE: I expected to have trouble adjusting to life
in New York,
NONE:
but no one ever told me that I would have trouble readjusting to my old life!
NONE: I
don't understand it. I get angry at things that ne ver used to get me angry.
NONE: I
lose patience with my family. And unless I calm down, I'm going to lose my
friends, too.
NONE: I
must have changed. Everybody says I have. I know I see the world differently
now.
NONE:
But I don't want to be the person I was before I went away. What do I do now,
Pedro?
NONE: I
miss Marta every minute, but I won't say anything more about that because I can
just hear you making fun of me.
NONE: I
even miss you! Which reminds me, how did your interview go?
NONE: Did you get the assistant manager position?
NONE:
You know, Pedro, there is no way I can repay the kindness that you and your
family have shown me.
NONE:
All I can say is thank you, and I hope that someday soon you will visit us.
NONE: Our house is your house.
NONE: Miguel
NONE:
P.S. I know you don't write letters, but you could send a postcard every now
and then.
NONE: P.P.S. I must have been in a daze when I
left New York.
NONE:
You know my sweater, the one you always used to borrow? I must have left it at
your apartment.
NONE: If you find it, keep it for me until I
return. It looks good on you.
NONE: Attention young artists!
NONE:
The Brazilian Pavilion of the World's Fair is sponsoring an international art
competition.
NONE: The winner will receive a $10,000 a year
grant
NONE:
to live and study for two years at the institution of his choice anywhere in
Brazil.
NONE:
All men and women under thirty years of age are cordially invited to enter the
competition.
NONE:
During December we will be exhibiting as many entries as possible at the
World's Fair Museum of Modern Art.
NONE:
But, as the judges, all internationally famous artists, must make their
decision before January 1,
NONE: the Brazilian pavilion must receive your
entry by December 1.
NONE:
On January 1 the Brazilian Pavilion will have the pleasure of announcing the
results of the competition
NONE:
The ceremony will take place in the Grand Gallery of the Museum at 4:30 PM.
NONE:
All works of art remain your property and will be returned after the first of
the year.
NONE:
As we cannot be liable for paintings submitted to us, please insure your entry
against loss, damage, or destruction.
NONE:
Persons related to the staff of the Brazilian Pavilion are not eligible to
enter the competition.
EVERYONE: Happy Birthday to you,
EVERYONE:
Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, dear Ali. Happy Birthday to you.
MRS. NIKZARD: Blow out the candles, Ali, but first
make a wish.
ALI: What should I wish for?
BILL:
Anything you want, but don't tell us. If you tell your wish, it won't come
true.
HUSSEIN: Here comes the ice cream!
ALI: Wow, look at it all! Gallons and gallons of
it!
MRS.
NIKZARD: You know, Mr. O'Neill, by the time we left the house, Ali had asked
for ice cream at least half a dozen times.
MRS. NIKZARD: I'm glad I didn't let him have any.
WAITER: Here you are. And here's a big spoon.
REPORTER:
Hold it. Just like that! Now another one, Ali. Hold that spoon up. Good. Thank
you.
REPORTER:
I hadn't expected such a big turnout. Thanks for the story.
ALI: Who is that, Dad?
MR. NIKZARD: A reporter for The World's Fair
Newsletter.
ALI: Wow! Will my picture be in the papers?
MR. NIKZARD: I hope so.
ALI: I wish I hadn't eaten dinner last night.
MRS. NIKZARD: Why, Ali? Don't you feel well?
ALI: Oh, no! I feel fine. But I wish I had room
for more ice cream.
MRS. NIKZARD: I hope you don't get sick.
ALI: I won't. But even if I do, I won't be sorry.
HUSSEIN: I wish I had known about this place for
my birthday.
HUSSEIN: Ali, open your presents. Here's one from
Mr. Yamamoto.
ALI: OK. Wow! A baseball and a bat. Gee, thank
you, Mr. Yamamoto.
HUSSEIN:
Here's one from Mr. O'Neill. I wonder if it's a giant ice cream sandwich!
ALI: Oh, boy! I wish it were my birthday every
day!
MR. NIKZARD: I'm glad it's not.
ALI: Wow, a mitt!
HUSSEIN: Here's a note. I'll read it to you.
NONE: Dear Ali,
NONE:
You don't know me, but my father says you're an okay kid, and you want to learn
to play baseball.
NONE: OK., I'll teach you. Happy birthday. Bill,
Jr.
NONE: P.S. I wish I could have come to your party.
ALI: Wow! I wish we had invited everybody in the
world!
MICHAEL: Do you like it?
PEDRO: It's brilliant!
MICHAEL: I hope the judges think so.
PEDRO:
I hate to tell you, but I heard through afriend of a friend that Leo van der
Zee is entering the competition.
MICHAEL: I wish you hadn't told me.
PEDRO: Oh, come on. Your painting is great.
MICHAEL:
Sure, but van der Zee is a fine painter, and he's much better known than I.
PEDRO: So what?
MICHAEL:
I guess you're right. But I wish I knew if I was wasting my time.
PEDRO:
If you knew what the future was going to be like, life would be boring.
MICHAEL: I didn't know that you had become a
philosopher.
PEDRO:
And I had forgotten that you could be such a pain in the neck.
MICHAEL:
You're right. I'm sorry. I'm driving everyone crazy. Let's change the subject.
Do you have any more bad news?
PEDRO: No. That's all for today.
PEDRO: Miguel called Marta from Colombia.
PEDRO:
He loves her. He misses her. He thinks about her every minute, and he can't
live without her. He says.
MICHAEL: He's a nice guy.
PEDRO: He's young and inexperienced. If he knew
what I know...
MICHAEL:
He'd be cynical, old, and unhappy, like you. Leave him alone.
MICHAEL: If you could find a girl like Marta,
you'd be a lucky man.
PEDRO:
That may be. In any case, he wishes you the best of luck in the competition.
MICHAEL:
Thank him for me if you get a chance. By the way, why are you so dressed up
today?
MICHAEL: It couldn't be just for the unveiling of
my painting.
PEDRO:
Very funny. Actually, I had an interview at a photographic supply house.
MICHAEL: I'm impressed.
PEDRO:
They want me to be the assistant manager of their camera department.
MICHAEL:
You? In a nine to five job! I can't believe it. Pedro in a jacket and tie!
MICHAEL: I never thought I'd live to see the day.
PEDRO: Hey, give me a break!
MICHAEL: Pedro, I think it's great.
Congratulations.
PEDRO: Thanks. I guess.
MICHAEL: You don't seem very happy about it.
PEDRO: I have to get used to the idea.
LAURA: Hello, Bill.
BILL: How are you, Laura? Have you found a job
yet?
CUSTOMER: Do you have vanilla cones?
BILL: Certainly. Here you are.
BILL: Now, where were we? Oh, yes. I asked if you
had found a job yet.
LAURA: No, not yet, but I've been doing a lot of
thinking.
BILL:
Well, you know Paulo Farias, the nice-looking young man at the Brazilian
Pavilion?
LAURA: Yes, I remember him.
BILL: I told him that you had resigned.
LAURA: You did?
BILL: And that you were looking for a new
position.
LAURA: What did he say?
BILL: He said that he remembered you.
LAURA: That's nice. What else did he say?
BILL:
He said he was looking for a secretary. But he also said he didn't think he
could hire you.
LAURA: Oh, why?
BILL: Because he does a lot of work with Mr.
Crawford's office.
LAURA: Yes, of course. Oh, well, thanks for
trying.
BILL:
Wait, don't give up yet. He said he might be able to find you a job in another
department.
LAURA:
Oh, Bill. You're wonderful. Thank you. You should open up an employment agency.
BILL:
That's what my wife says. That reminds me, she asked me to pick up a few things
on the way home.
LAURA: Does your wife work, too?
BILL: Yes, she's a florist.
LAURA: Does she like it?
BILL:
Yes, she was saying just last night that she had never enjoyed a job more.
BILL:
So now, what are we going to do about you? You said that you had been doing a
lot of thinking.
LAURA: Yes, I was thinking that maybe I needed a
change.
BILL: Have you ever thought about being a tour
guide?
LAURA: A tour guide?
BILL:
Someone told me that he had heard that they needed another Spanish-English tour
guide.
BILL:
Even though they haven't announced the opening yet, I'd apply now.
LAURA: Maybe I should. You really are a
sweetheart.
BILL: Good luck.
JOANA: There's quite a crowd here.
MICHAEL:
Everybody in the art world is here. Artists, critics, collectors, everybody.
MICHAEL: I want to go home. There's Leo van der
Zee!
PEDRO: Which painting is his?
MICHAEL: The large one to the left of mine. It's
very good. Very good.
JOANA: I don't like it.
MICHAEL: I would be proud to say that I had done
it.
PEDRO: I don't like it, either.
MICHAEL:
Ssh. There's Paulo. Did anyone tell him that I entered the competition under
another name?
JOANA:
I don't know. But even if he had found out, he certainly wouldn't have told me.
Paulo can be very discreet.
PAULO: Ladies and gentlemen...
MICHAEL: Why doesn't he get on with it?
JOANA: Be patient, Michael.
PAULO: ...The Brazilian Pavilion has been pleased
and honored to have as judges persons of such distinction that...
MICHAEL:
If I had known there were going to be a lot of speeches, I would have come
later.
JOANA: It'll all be over soon, Michael.
PAULO:
The judges, as you can imagine, had a very difficult time choosing a winner.
The quality of the paintings....
MICHAEL:
Paulo, shut up. Or say something original. Say something like, "Most of
the paintings were garbage."
PAULO:
And if I had been one of the judges, I don't think I could have come to any
decision at all; But, fortunately...
MICHAEL: I've got to step outside. I need some
fresh air.
JOANA: Don't leave now, Michael, they're...
MICHAEL: I've got to. I'm too nervous.
ALI: Hello. Are you an artist?
MICHAEL: I don't know. The judges are making up
their minds.
MICHAEL: Watch it, your ice cream is dripping.
ALI: Thanks. Speeches are really boring, aren't they?
MICHAEL:
You can say that again. That ice cream looks good. Where did you get it?
ALI: Here. Have a bite.
MICHAEL: Uh...
ALI: Go ahead. I don't mind.
JOANA: Michael, quick! They're about to announce
the winner.
MICHAEL: Excuse me. Thanks for the offer.
ALI: Sure.
PAULO: ...And now it is my pleasure to announce
the winner.
PAULO:
For personal reasons, the artist chose to enter the competition under another
name...
JOANA: It's you! You won! I can't believe...
MICHAEL: It could be someone else, too.
PAULO:
...But whatever his name, there can be no doubt that he is a master.
PAULO: The world can expect great things from his
brush...
MICHAEL: Enough. Enough.
PAULO: The winner, Pedro Ortega. I hope he is
here.
JOANA:
I'm so happy. I don't know what I would have done if Paulo had said some other
name.
ALI: I was talking to that man.
MRS. NIKZARD: He's a great painter.
ALI: He likes ice cream, too.
REPORTER: THE WORLD'S FAIR NEWSLETTER VOLUME 2 NO.
1
REPORTER: Published by THE WORLD'S FAIR CORP. and
the GW
CRAWFORD AGENCY, INC.
REPORTER: A BIRTHDAY AT THE FAIR by Henry Leeds
REPORTER: Today was an important day at the Fair.
REPORTER:
A guy is seven only once and Ali Nikzad made the most of it.
REPORTER:
What is closer to a boy's heart than ice cream and baseball? Nothing.
REPORTER:
And so, at Ali's birthday party there was plenty of ice cream and lots of
baseball equipment.
REPORTER:
Ali, the son of Mr. Simon Nikzad, a vice-president of the International Bank,
REPORTER:
has always loved the Fair and spends all his free time here.
REPORTER:
He is an independent guy and insists on exploring the world by himself.
REPORTER:
Ali told this reporter that he'd been dreaming of his birthday for weeks.
REPORTER:
Had his birthday been everything he could have hoped for? Absolutely.
REPORTER:
Had he been given everything his heart desired? Definitely.
REPORTER: And what about friends? They were all
there.
REPORTER:
One of Ali's best friends, Mr. Bill O'Neill, an ice cream vendor here at the
Fair, was at the big party.
REPORTER:
So was Mr. Kenji Yamamoto, whose well-known vegetable market is near the Fair.
REPORTER:
Naturally Mr. and Mrs. Nikzad were there, and so was Hussein, Ali's older
brother.
REPORTER: Some of Ali's classmates were there,
too, but no girls.
REPORTER: When I asked Ali about this, he said,
REPORTER:
"I don't know anything about girls yet, but I am going to learn about them
this year."
NONE: Position Available
NONE:
The World's Fair, Inc. is seeking a bilingual (Span. -- Eng. ) tour guide, male
or female,
NONE:
to conduct visitors through the major exhibition halls and pavilions.
NONE:
This individual should be energetic, enthusiastic, and enjoy meeting and
working with new people.
NONE: In addition, the applicant must be mature,
tactful, and poised.
NONE:
Above all, a tour guide must be self-reliant and able to think on his/her feet.
NONE:
Tour guides must be in excellent health and be fluently bilingual.
NONE:
Applicants who have had previous experience in group management are preferred.
NONE: The salary is $200 per wk. including full
benefits and vacation.
NONE:
Please submit all inquiries, together with resumes and letters of reference,
to:
NONE: Ms. Lucille Green, Asst. Dir., Personnel
NONE: World's Fair, Inc.
NONE: P.O. Box 1549-WFP
NONE: Flushing, Queens, NY.
NONE: Dear Michael,
NONE: I'm sure you thought you'd never hear from
me again.
NONE:
But, quite by chance, I read of your triumph in the newspapers here.
NONE: For an instant I wished the things had
happened differently
NONE:
and that I could have been there to witness my brother's victory. I'm glad you
made it.
NONE: I am not going to apologize for leaving as I
did.
NONE: And, knowing you, you probably wouldn't ask
me to.
NONE: Nevertheless, I wanted you to know that I
think about you.
NONE: I hope one day we can sit down together
NONE:
and talk about all those things that were on our minds, but remained unspoken.
NONE: In the meantime, I would like to ask you to
do me one favor.
NONE:
Tell Mother I am married, that she is a grandmother, and that for the first
time in many years, I am happy.
NONE:
As you see, there is no return address on this letter, but I will write again,
sooner.
NONE: Your brother,
NONE: Gary