Unit 32: What did you say?
1. He said his name was David.
(At a police station.)
Sergeant | Hello Mary. Who is she? |
Mary | Her name's Mrs. Russell. She comes from London—29 Bridge Road, Acton. She's visiting her married daughter— that's Mrs. Peters, 16 Bramble Lane. |
Sergeant | Peters? Bramble Lane? I think I know the family. |
Mary | Well, Mrs. Russell was bringing some money for her daughter—two hundred pounds. She had it in her bag on the train, but when she got here, the bag was gone. |
Sergeant | OK. I'll talk to her. |
Mary | Oh, by the way, there was a young man with long hair on the train sitting next to Mrs. Russell. And after he got off, she couldn't find her bag. |
Sergeant | A long-haired young man, eh? Ah, well. Long hair. That explains it, doesn't it? Well, tell me about this young man on the train, Mrs. Russell. |
Mrs. Russell | David, you mean? |
Sergeant | David? |
Mrs. Russell | Yes. His name was David Masters. |
Sergeant | That's what he told you? |
Mrs. Russell | Yes. He said his name was David Masters, and he told me he lived in Brightsea. |
Sergeant | I see. |
Mrs. Russell | Well, he said he used to live in Brightsea. He lives in London now really. He's a student at the university. He told me that he took his exams last week, and he said he was going back to Brightsea for the holidays. |
Sergeant | He told you all that? |
Mrs. Russell | Yes. |
Sergeant | So, he said he was a student at London University. |
Mrs. Russell | That's right. And I'm sure he is, Sergeant. He's very nice. |
Sergeant | Hmmm ... We'll see, Mrs. Russell. Excuse me a minute. |
Mary | That young man ... |
Sergeant | Yes. He's the one we want. He said his name was David Masters. He said he lived in Brightsea. Huh! |
Mary | He does. |
Sergeant | What? |
Mary | He lives in Brightsea. I telephoned. The Masters family have a son, David. But he's not at home at the moment. |
Sergeant | Ah! Of course he's not. He's spending that two hundred pounds. |
Mary | I don't think so. |
(David comes in.)
Mrs. Russell | David! |
David | Hello, Mrs. Russell. Are you looking for this? |
Mrs. Russell | Yes. Thank you. |
Sergeant | Are you David Masters? |
David | Yes. |
Sergeant | And you've got Mrs. Russell's bag? |
David | That's right. I've got her bag and she's got my bag. |
Mrs. Russell | Have I? |
David | Yes. That's mine, and this is yours. Your handbag was in it. Were you worried? |
Mrs. Russell | Yes, a little. |
David | It's all right now. Come on, let's go and have a cup of tea. |
Mrs. Russell | All right. You see, Sergeant, I said he was a nice young man. |
Mary | Goodbye, Mrs. Russell. What did you say about young men with long hair? |
Sergeant | Me? I said I liked them. They're very nice. They offer people cups of tea. |
Mary | Oh, that's what you said? All right. I'll get you one. |
Sergeant | Thanks. |
Mary | I like young men with long hair, too. |
2. What do they want to know?
(The sergeant is reading a letter from France.)
Sergeant | Mary, before you go, can you read French? |
Mary | Well, yes, a little. |
Sergeant | I've got a letter here. It's about a summer course you can do in France. Joyce, my wife, wrote to them about it. |
Mary | Let's see. |
Sergeant | What do they want to know? |
Mary | It says: Person taking the course—please give full name ... |
Sergeant | Full name—yes. |
Mary | Address and telephone number. |
Sergeant | Yes. |
Mary | They want to know if the person is married or single, male or female. |
Sergeant | Right, I've got that. |
Mary | And they want to know date and place of birth. |
Sergeant | OK. |
Mary | Now, what's this? Oh, yes. They want to know if you've done any courses in cooking before. Cooking! So that's the course— French cooking. |
Sergeant | Yes. You see, I told my wife the other day that she was a good housewife, but not a very good cook. |
Mary | You told her that? Wasn't she angry? |
Sergeant | No. Not at all. She said I was right. And a few days later she wrote about this course. |
Mary | So she's going to do the course during the holiday? |
Sergeant | Well—no. I am. |
3. He's the most dangerous man in Britain.
(Jenkins, a young policeman, is on night duty at the station.)
Constable | Sergeant ... |
Sergeant | Ah, Jenkins. |
Constable | Yes. Sergeant. |
Sergeant | Your first night here ... |
Constable | Yes. |
Sergeant | Well, first things first, Jenkins. |
Constable | Yes, Sergeant. |
Sergeant | Sit down, Jenkins. |
Constable | Yes, Sergeant. |
Sergeant | That man ... |
Constable | That man, Sergeant? |
Sergeant | That man over there. Can you see him? |
Constable | Yes, Sergeant. |
Sergeant | He is the most dangerous man in Britain. |
Constable | Is he? |
Sergeant | Yes. His name is William Naylor, Jenkins. He was born in this town and he went to the local school around the comer. He was there from September until October 1953. But he didn't like the school, Jenkins. |
Constable | No? |
Sergeant | No. And there isn't a school there now. There was a fire, you see? In October 1953. A big fire, and no more school! |
Constable | Oh! |
Sergeant | Do you think William Naylor is married, Jenkins? |
Constable | I don't know, Sergeant. |
Sergeant | He was married, but his wife had an "accident". His second wife had an accident, too. And his third wife, and his fourth, and his fifth. |
Constable | Good heavens! |
Sergeant | He doesn't like policemen, Jenkins. He doesn't like young policemen. Young policemen who meet William Naylor don't become old policemen. Do you understand? |
Constable | Yes, Sergeant. |
Sergeant | So be careful. |
Constable | Yes, Sergent. |
Sergeant | He is the most dangerous man in Britain. |
4. Keep away!
(Sergeant leaves and William Naylor comes up.)
Constable | (Frightened) Keep away! Keep away! |