On a ferryboat in New York Harbor. We can see the Statue of Liberty. Richard Stewart, 30, is taking pictures. |
Richard: |
Excuse me. My name is Richard Stewart. I'm a photographer. May I take a picture of you and your little boy? |
Mrs. Vann: |
What's it for? |
Richard: |
It's for a book. |
Mrs. Vann: |
You're writing a book? |
Richard: |
It's a book of pictures. I call it Family Album, U.S.A. |
Mrs. Vann: |
Oh, that's a nice idea. Well, it's fine if you take our picture. I'm Martha Vann. [She offers her hand.] |
Richard: |
Thank you. I appreciate your help. [to the little boy] I'm Richard. What's your name? |
Gerald: |
Gerald. |
Richard: |
How old are you, Gerald? |
Gerald: |
Five. |
Richard: |
And where do you live? |
Mrs. Vann: |
We live in California. |
Richard: |
Well, welcome to New York. OK, just a second. [He takes out a reflector to have more light for his photographs.] I'm almost ready here. |
Alexandra, a sixteen-year-old girl, is watching. |
Alexandra: |
Can I help you? |
Richard: |
Oh, please. [He gives her the reflector to hold. Then he speaks to Mrs. Vann and her son.] Hold Gerald's hand, please. Great! Now point to the buildings. Terrific! Give Mommy a kiss, Gerald. Nice! Thank you, Gerald. And thank you Mrs. Vann. |
Mrs. Vann: |
Oh, my pleasure. We'll be looking for your book. |
Richard: |
Thank you. Good-bye. Bye, Gerald. [to Alexandra] Thanks again. |
Alexandra: |
Oh, you're welcome. |
Richard: |
Hey, let me take your picture! |
Alexandra: |
Wonderful. Please. |
Richard: |
Are you from New York? |
Alexandra: |
No, I'm from Greece. I'm an exchange student. |
Richard: |
When did you come here? |
Alexandra: |
Three months ago. |
Richard: |
Your English is very good. |
Alexandra: |
Thanks. I studied English in school. |
They sit on a bench. |
Richard: |
Would you like some coffee? |
Alexandra: |
No, thank you. Tell me about your book. |
Richard: |
Oh, it's not finished yet, but I have some of the pictures. Would you like to see them? |
Alexandra: |
Yes. I'd like that. |
Richard: |
Here they are. [He opens his bag and takes out a photo album.] Family Album, U.S.A. It's an album of pictures of United States: the cities, the special places, and the people. [He shows her the photos.] And these are pictures of people working: steelworkers, bankers, police, street vendors, ambulance drivers, doctors. ... Oh, this is my father. He's a doctor. This is my mother. |
Alexandra: |
What's her name? |
Richard: |
Ellen. My younger brother, Robbie. He goes to high school. This is my sister Susan. She works for a toy company. Here's my grandfather. He lives in Florida. And this is my wife Marilyn. |
Alexandra: |
Oh, she's very pretty. |
Richard: |
Thanks. And what about your family? |
Alexandra: |
They are in Thessaloniki. That's a large city in northern Greece. But now I'm living in the Bronx. |
Richard: |
With a Greek-American family? |
Alexandra: |
No. Hispanic. |
Richard: |
[He hears a foghorn.] Oh no! It's five thirty. Will you excuse me? I have to meet my wife. |
Alexandra: |
It's nice meeting you. |
Richard: |
It was a pleasure meeting you, too. Thanks for your help. And good luck! I've got to go. By the way, I'm Richard. What's your name? |
Alexandra: |
Alexandra. |
Richard: |
Bye-bye, Alexandra. Thanks. |
Alexandra: |
Bye-bye. [Richard hurries off the boat. Alexandra sees that he forgot one of his bags. She takes it and begins to follow him.] Richard! Richard! You left your bag! |