BEDGES: That was a bit embarrassing, sir. I'm afraid the girl may have noticed what happened.

HARRY: Well, you shouldn't have gone in there. I thought you were waiting outside.

BEDGES: In fact, sir, you told me to go in.

HARRY: Don't talk rubbish, man! Anyway, you'd better stay there now and wait for her to come out.

BEDGES: Yes sir. How's Mr Henson getting on, by the way?

BARMAN: Will you be having something to drink now, sir?

HENSON: Oh, uh… no, I'll wait for my friend to get here, I think.

BARMAN: Then, may I suggest the sidewalk outside? It's perfect for your purpose, being absolutely free.

HENSON: Excuse me a moment.

HARRY: Well, Henson? How's it going?

HENSON: A bit quieter, please sir, I'm sitting in a bar. I don't think I'll be able to stay here much longer, sir.

HARRY: What?? Where's David Peters?

HENSON: He's just sitting, smoking a Marlboro and reading the “Daily Planet”. The thing is, I won't be able to stay here unless I have a drink.

HARRY: Can’t you control yourself, man? Are you an alcoholic or something?

HENSON: No sir, it's just that I won’t be allowed to stay in this bar without drinking, and I'm not allowed to drink when I'm working. Do you see the problem, sir?

HARRY: You have my permission to drink, Henson.

HENSON: Thank you sir, thank you very much.

HARRY: Just stay there as long as Peters does, and have as many bloody drinks as you like, but watch him, OK? And get back to me as soon as anything happens!

HENSON: Excuse me! I'll have a beer, please.

BARMAN: At last! With pleasure, sir.

HENSON: Another beer, please.

BARMAN: Straight away, sir.

HENSON: Make it another one, please.

BARMAN: Whatever you say, sir.

HENSON: Excuse me. Another one of these, please.

BARMAN: Don't you think you've had enough, sir?

HENSON: You see, my friend, it's just that I mustn't let anyone notice me, or cause any suspicion.

HENSON: Oh! Must answer that - where did I put my phone?

HARRY: Henson? What's happened? Are you being attacked?

HENSON: No, sir. I just fell off my chair, that's all.

HARRY: You're drunk! What's Peter's doing now, anyway?

HENSON: Oh, the same as usual, sir, just sitting and - oh Geez, he's gone! Where's he gone - that young man with the mustache - where is he?

BARMAN: What's it to you, sir?

HARRY: Henson! What’s going on?

HENSON: Got to find him! Out of my way!

HENSON: Excuse me, have you seen a young mustache with a... I mean, a young man with a mustache?

PASSER-BY: You no hablo inglés.

HARRY: Henson! What are you doing?

HENSON: Excuse me! I'm looking for a tall, slim young man with fair hair.

PASSER-BY: Aren't we all, darling?

HARRY: Henson! What's happening?

HENSON: I'm sorry sir, I've lost him. I'm no use, sir; you can't trust me to get anything right.

HARRY: Get a hold on yourself, man! Go back to his apartment, and wait for him there. Report back to me when you reach Mount Street.

GIRL IN BAR: Can I have some change for the jukebox, please?

BARMAN: Here you are, four quarters.

GIRL: Thanks.

DAVID: Excuse me, is there a phone booth here?

BARMAN: Sure. It's over there. Oh, by the way, there was a guy here -

DAVID: Yeah? What about him?

BARMAN: Oh, nothing. It doesn’t matter.

DAVID: OK.

SCHOOL RECEPTIONIST: Washdon International School of Languages. Jane speaking. Can I help you?

MUSIC: loud rock - Hart Attax, why not?

DAVID: Hello. This is David Peters.

SCHOOL RECEPTIONIST: Sorry sir, I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that.

DAVID: This is David Peters here. I'm not very well today.

SCHOOL RECEPTIONIST: Oh, hello David, I can hardly hear you. Where are you calling from?

DAVID: Uh… I'm in the hospital.

SCHOOL RECEPTIONIST: In the hospital! What's all that music?

DAVID: Oh, er… one of the nurses is having a party. Look, I won't be able to teach my classes today. I'm really not at all well.

SCHOOL RECEPTIONIST: Oh, I see. There was a message for you from a young lady, by the way. But perhaps I should leave it till you're feeling better.

DAVID: Oh, who was it from? You never know.

SCHOOL RECEPTIONIST: It was from a former student of yours, a Miss Aiko Tomura.

DAVID: Oh, really? What did she say?

SCHOOL RECEPTIONIST: She just called to say she was in Washdon for a few days, staying at the Terminal Hotel, and she'd very much like to see you if you're free.

DAVID: Oh, great! Yeah, sure, I'll go and see her - as soon as I feel better. Thank you Jane, I'll go back to bed now.

DAVID: So, Aiko would very much like to see me! I wonder what she looks like these days? Well, it’ll certainly be more fun than going home….