华尔街高级英语学习教程第2课：私密谈话Act3 (MP3和文本下载)

HARRY: Carter here.

HENSON: Hello Chief, Henson reporting.

HARRY: Well?

HENSON: The young lady we have been following, Ms Peters, left the apartment in Mount Street about seven minutes ago, accompanied by a young man, and they are now both walking down Park Street, toward McCarthy Park.

HARRY: Who is the young man?

HENSON: I'm unable to tell you his name, I'm afraid, sir.

HARRY: Well, what does he look like?

HENSON: It's a bit difficult to say, sir. He's about three hundred yards away from us now. He seems to be wearing a... coat. It's hard to say.

HARRY: I thought you were supposed to be following them!

HENSON: Unfortunately they are on the southbound side of the road, and we are parked in the northbound lane.

HARRY: Look Henson, get over to the other lane and follow them! Here we are on the point of catching a gang of major international terrorists, and you're afraid to cross the bloody road! Get on with it!

HENSON: Yes, sir.

ANGRY DRIVER: What do you think you're doing, you crazy idiot?

ANGRY DRIVER: Look out!!!!

HENSON: Well here we are, sir. I hope they didn't notice that.

HARRY: Right. Now describe the young man to me. Tall or short? Fair or dark hair?

HENSON: Tall with fair hair, sir.

HARRY: Has he got a small mustache?

HENSON: Yes, sir. And I was right; he is wearing a coat.

HARRY: That'll be her brother David. I thought so. Now, what exactly are they doing?

HENSON: Well, they're talking, sir. Discussing something, I'd say. She's showing him a letter.

HARRY: Ah, is she? What does it say?

HENSON: I'm not able to read it from here, sir, without driving on to the sidewalk. The sidewalk's very narrow, sir, not nearly wide enough for a big car like this…

DAVID: That's definitely his handwriting! It's extraordinary, though, that he left it so long before contacting us.

ANNIE: Maybe he wasn't able to contact anyone before now.

DAVID: You mean he may have been in prison? God, that's the last thing I need right now. Look Annie, obviously I'm dying to see Dad again, but, like, you know how easily Juanita gets upset. So look, would you mind just trying to keep me out of it, you know? After all, it was you he wrote to, not me. I know that sounds awful, but...

ANNIE: You're wasting your time, David. It doesn't depend on me, does it? Look at what he says in the letter: "For various obvious reasons I can't tell you in this letter how to get in touch with me, but I'll try and get a personal message to you or David in the next couple of weeks."

DAVID: Oh no! Juanita'll divorce me!

ANNIE: That wouldn't be the end of the world, so long as she took the child and left you with the money.

DAVID: It'd probably be the other way around. I need a drink. How about coming to a bar with me, Annie?

ANNIE: No thanks, I've got to go to the travel agent.

DAVID: What for?

ANNIE: Oh, I'm organizing a study tour of Albanian peasant communes.

DAVID: God, that sounds really depressing! Well, we'll be in touch, OK?

ANNIE: Sure. So long, David.

HENSON: They're separating, sir.

HARRY: Where are they going?

HENSON: Well, one of them's going one way, and the other one's going the other way, sir.

HARRY: Well, don't just sit there, follow them both!

HENSON: We've only got one car, sir.

HARRY: Oh, use your imagination! One of you stay in the car and follow the guy, and the other one get a Taxi! And keep reporting back to me.

HENSON: You heard what he said, didn't you? Out you get - find a cab, and follow that girl, OK?

BEDGES: Yes, sir. Uh… you wouldn't happen to have a few dollars on you, would you, sir?

HENSON: Oh, here you are!

BEDGES: Thank you, sir. See you later. Taxi!

CAB-DRIVER: Where to?

BEDGES: I want to follow that girl, OK? The slim, fairhaired one.

CAB-DRIVER: Disgusting! People like you should be locked up!

BEDGES: Damn! Taxi! Taxi!

CAB-DRIVER: What can I do for you, sir?

BEDGES: I'm an officer from the Washdon Police Department, and...

CAB-DRIVER: Well, I ain't done nothing, your honor!! Look, here's my license. Here are the papers for my cab. Everything's in order, you won't find nothing on me! Honest as the day is long, I am. Honest Lee, they call me...

BEDGES: Never mind all that. I've got to follow somebody.

CAB-DRIVER: Ah, got it, your honor. Got you now. Sorry about all that, y’know. So who are we following, then?

BEDGES: That young lady over there, with blonde hair and the shoulder bag.

CAB-DRIVER: Oh yeah, very neat, pretty little lady, real pretty. Friend of yours, huh? Huh? Know what I mean?

BEDGES: Just get moving, please!

CAB-DRIVER: Hey, it’s a funny old world, know what I mean? Still you gotta laugh, right? Know what I mean?

BEDGES: What are you doing? She just went down that street; I told you to follow her!

CAB-DRIVER: Can't go down there, your honor. It's a oneway street - know what I mean?

BEDGES: Oh, darn it!

HARRY: Carter here.

BEDGES: Hello sir, Bedges reporting.

HARRY: So where's the girl now?

BEDGES: I'm afraid I haven't been able to follow her, sir.

HARRY: What? Why not?

BEDGES: Well, she's gone the wrong way down a one-way street, sir.

HARRY: Damn! Well why don't you arrest her, then?

BEDGES: She's on foot, sir; I'm in a vehicle.

HARRY: Then get out of the vehicle and follow her on foot!

BEDGES: Ah, yes! Great idea!

HARRY: And don't waste any more time!

BEDGES: OK driver, this'll do.

CAB-DRIVER: Pardon?

BEDGES: Can you stop, please? I'll get out here.

CAB-DRIVER: Whatever you say.

BEDGES: Here's a dollar.

CAB-DRIVER: What's this? What about my tip? Hey, come back! Police! Oh, forget it!

HARRY: Carter here.

BEDGES: Bedges reporting again, sir. She's just gone into a travel agent, sir.

HARRY: Well go in there and see what she's up to. And try not to make yourself too obvious. Report back to me soon, OK?

ANNIE: Hmmm. So we definitely can't get a cheap flight to Tirana?

TRAVEL AGENT: There are no charter flights, no. There's one scheduled flight a week, which departs from New Camford Airport at 5:30 a.m. on Tuesdays. The fare is $428 one-way, $810 return.

ANNIE: Are there any reductions?

TRAVEL AGENT: Ummm, there's a 2½% reduction for senior citizens.

ANNIE: Great! No one in our group is over 30, as it happens.

TRAVEL AGENT: Oh, well.

ANNIE: There must be some other means of transport. I guess we'll have to go by train.

TRAVEL AGENT: You won't be able to. I'm don’t think there's any through rail service to Albania.

TRAVEL AGENT: Well, you could get a train as far as Pod - Podgo –

ANNIE: Podgorica.

TRAVEL AGENT: Thanks, well, pod-whatever in Serbia, which is about 10 kilometers from the Albanian border. That's the nearest place which can be reached by rail.

ANNIE: And how would we cross the border?

TRAVEL AGENT: Good point. I don't think you'd be able to, actually. It’s full of mountains and stuff.

ANNIE: Well, there wouldn't be much point then, would there? Look, this is stupid! We've received clear invitations from the people in Albania; they just said we'd have to make our own travel arrangements, that's all.

TRAVEL AGENT: All I can suggest is that you hire a bus.

ANNIE: How much would that cost?

TRAVEL AGENT: Would you like to have a look at this brochure? I must just serve that gentleman; he's been waiting for ages.

TRAVEL AGENT: Yes sir, what can I do for you?

BEDGES: Eh? Oh, er... good morning, er... afternoon.

TRAVEL AGENT: Are you interested in a vacation?

BEDGES: Eh? Uh… a vacation, yeah, great idea!

TRAVEL AGENT: Where were you thinking of going, sir?

BEDGES: Oh, uh… I don't really know.

TRAVEL AGENT: Are you going by yourself, sir, or with the family?

BEDGES: Look, why don’t you give me a moment or two to make up my mind, OK? You continue to serve the young lady.

TRAVEL AGENT: Alright, sir. I’ll be back with you shortly.

HARRY: Hello, Bedges! What's going on?

BEDGES: Not in here, sir!

HARRY: What was that? Please report to me immediately, Bedges!!

BEDGES: It’s… my wife. I’ll just go outside to have a quick word with her. Excuse me a moment.

TRAVEL AGENT: Crazy!

ANNIE: Yes.

TRAVEL AGENT: Anyway, have you made up your mind about the bus yet?

ANNIE: Not really. Look, there are only going to be about ten or twelve of us, so there's no point in hiring a great 40- seater bus. Couldn't we just hire a camper or a mini-bus or something?

TRAVEL AGENT: Yes, you can hire them from the same company. What do you think that man is? A spy, or something?

ANNIE: I don't know, but I don't like the way he's hanging around outside.

TRAVEL AGENT: I think I'd better call the police.

ANNIE: There isn't a back entrance by any chance, is there?

TRAVEL AGENT: Yes, there is. You just go out through the office, and it’s…