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A post on Iwaku reminded me of this radio script. See if you can get the point I'm making.
(BRING UP MUSIC THEN CROSSFADE TO TRAFFIC NOISES. WIND BACKED BY SHIP'S SIRENS, DOG BARKING, HANSOM CAB, ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, KEY CHAIN, DOOR OPENING, SHUTTING)
LAURA (off) Who's that?
CLIVE Who do you think, Laura, my dear? Your husband.
LAURA (approaching) Why, Clive!
RICHARD Hello, Daddy.
CLIVE Hello, Richard. My, what a big boy you're getting. Let's see, how old are you now?
RICHARD I'm six, Daddy.
LAURA Now Daddy's tired, Richard, run along upstairs and I'll call you when it's supper time.
RICHARD All right, Mummy.
(RICHARD RUNS HEAVILY UP WOODEN STAIRS)
LAURA What's that you've got under your arm, Clive?
CLIVE It's an evening paper, Laura.
(PAPER NOISE)
I've just been reading about the Oppenheimer smuggling case.
(EFFORT NOISE)
Good gracious, it's nice to sit down after that long train journey from the insurance office in the City.
LAURA Let me get you a drink, Clive darling.
(LENGTHY POURING, CLINK)
CLIVE Thank you, Laura, my dear.
(CLINK, SIP, GULP)
Aah! Amontillado, eh? Good stuff. What are you having?
LAURA I think I'll have a whisky, if it's all the same to you.
(CLINK, POURING, SYPHON)
CLIVE Whisky, eh? That's a strange drink for an attractive auburn-haired girl of twenty nine. Is there ... anything wrong?
LAURA No, it's nothing, Clive, I -
CLIVE Yes?
LAURA No, really, I -
CLIVE You're my wife, Laura. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm your husband. Why, we've been married let me see - eight years, isn't it?
LAURA Yes, I'm sorry Clive, I ... I'm being stupid. It's . . . just ... this.
(PAPER NOISE)
CLIVE This? Why, what is it, Laura?
LAURA It's ... it's a letter. I found it this morning in the letter box. The Amsterdam postmark and the strange crest on the back ... it ... frightened me. It's addressed to you. Perhaps you'd better open it
CLIVE Ah ha.
(ENVELOPE TEARING AND PAPER NOISE)
Oh, dash it, I've left my reading glasses at the office. Read it to me, will you, my dear.
LAURA Very well.
(PAPER NOISE)
Let's see. 'Dear Mr Barrington. If you would care to meet me in the Lounge Bar of Berridge's Hotel at seven-thirty on Tuesday evening the twenty first of May, you will bear something to your advantage.
(CROSSFADE TO OPPENHEIMER'S VOICE AND BACK AGAIN IMMEDIATELY)
Please wear a dark red carnation in your buttonhole for identification purposes.
Yours faithfully, H. T. Oppenheimer.'
Clive! Oppenheimer! Surely that's -
CLIVE By George, you're right. Where's my evening paper.
(PAPER NOISE AS BEFORE)
Yes! Oppenheimer! He's the man wanted by the police in connection with this smuggling case.
LAURA Darling, what does it all mean?
CLIVE Dashed if I know. But I intend to find out. Pass me that Southern Region Suburban Timetable on the sideboard there. Now, where are we?
(BRIEF PAPER NOISE)
Six fifty-one! Yes, I'll just make it. Lucky we bought those dark red carnations.
(FLOWER NOISE)
There we are. Well - (STRETCHING FOR FADE) Lounge Bar of Berridge's Hotel, here ... I ... come ...
(FADE)
(BRING UP MUSIC THEN CROSSFADE TO TRAFFIC NOISES. WIND BACKED BY SHIP'S SIRENS, DOG BARKING, HANSOM CAB, ECHOING FOOTSTEPS, KEY CHAIN, DOOR OPENING, SHUTTING)
LAURA (off) Who's that?
CLIVE Who do you think, Laura, my dear? Your husband.
LAURA (approaching) Why, Clive!
RICHARD Hello, Daddy.
CLIVE Hello, Richard. My, what a big boy you're getting. Let's see, how old are you now?
RICHARD I'm six, Daddy.
LAURA Now Daddy's tired, Richard, run along upstairs and I'll call you when it's supper time.
RICHARD All right, Mummy.
(RICHARD RUNS HEAVILY UP WOODEN STAIRS)
LAURA What's that you've got under your arm, Clive?
CLIVE It's an evening paper, Laura.
(PAPER NOISE)
I've just been reading about the Oppenheimer smuggling case.
(EFFORT NOISE)
Good gracious, it's nice to sit down after that long train journey from the insurance office in the City.
LAURA Let me get you a drink, Clive darling.
(LENGTHY POURING, CLINK)
CLIVE Thank you, Laura, my dear.
(CLINK, SIP, GULP)
Aah! Amontillado, eh? Good stuff. What are you having?
LAURA I think I'll have a whisky, if it's all the same to you.
(CLINK, POURING, SYPHON)
CLIVE Whisky, eh? That's a strange drink for an attractive auburn-haired girl of twenty nine. Is there ... anything wrong?
LAURA No, it's nothing, Clive, I -
CLIVE Yes?
LAURA No, really, I -
CLIVE You're my wife, Laura. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm your husband. Why, we've been married let me see - eight years, isn't it?
LAURA Yes, I'm sorry Clive, I ... I'm being stupid. It's . . . just ... this.
(PAPER NOISE)
CLIVE This? Why, what is it, Laura?
LAURA It's ... it's a letter. I found it this morning in the letter box. The Amsterdam postmark and the strange crest on the back ... it ... frightened me. It's addressed to you. Perhaps you'd better open it
CLIVE Ah ha.
(ENVELOPE TEARING AND PAPER NOISE)
Oh, dash it, I've left my reading glasses at the office. Read it to me, will you, my dear.
LAURA Very well.
(PAPER NOISE)
Let's see. 'Dear Mr Barrington. If you would care to meet me in the Lounge Bar of Berridge's Hotel at seven-thirty on Tuesday evening the twenty first of May, you will bear something to your advantage.
(CROSSFADE TO OPPENHEIMER'S VOICE AND BACK AGAIN IMMEDIATELY)
Please wear a dark red carnation in your buttonhole for identification purposes.
Yours faithfully, H. T. Oppenheimer.'
Clive! Oppenheimer! Surely that's -
CLIVE By George, you're right. Where's my evening paper.
(PAPER NOISE AS BEFORE)
Yes! Oppenheimer! He's the man wanted by the police in connection with this smuggling case.
LAURA Darling, what does it all mean?
CLIVE Dashed if I know. But I intend to find out. Pass me that Southern Region Suburban Timetable on the sideboard there. Now, where are we?
(BRIEF PAPER NOISE)
Six fifty-one! Yes, I'll just make it. Lucky we bought those dark red carnations.
(FLOWER NOISE)
There we are. Well - (STRETCHING FOR FADE) Lounge Bar of Berridge's Hotel, here ... I ... come ...
(FADE)