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Mensaje  lulyve el Dom Dic 21, 2014 5:56 am

Me muero de ganas bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce y a la vez me va a dar una penita Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad
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Mensaje  sherlockvictim el Miér Dic 24, 2014 1:24 am

Llegó el día, bueno los días: hoy y mañana.  Sólo faltaría que volviera también Ariel... Smile  Embarassed  Embarassed   ¡Ojalá! Smile Smile

Me edito:  ahora el problema será conseguir los audios de Zurich para tenerlos, por favor, cuando alguien se entere que pase el dato  Wink  Smile

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Mensaje  Nika el Miér Dic 24, 2014 8:13 am

Nenas,aquí está el enlace para descargar u oír la primera parte del úlktimo episodio de Cabbin Pressure llamado Zurich.No sé cuanto tiempo estará operativo,así que apurad! Very Happy  Very Happy

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Mensaje  Maddie el Miér Dic 24, 2014 8:49 am

Gracias mil, Nika cheers ya está descargada y puesta a buen recaudo, a la audioteca de Cabin Pressure!!
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Mensaje  Mertxines el Miér Dic 24, 2014 11:08 am

¡Gracias mil Nika! Me lo acabo de bajar y a ver si lo escucho yaaaa bounce bounce bounce santa

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Mensaje  sherlockvictim el Jue Dic 25, 2014 5:23 am

Foto que creo que no estaba

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Desde hace mucho tiempo quería hacer una sugerencia. Que debí haberla hecho antes porque ya a estas alturas... ¿pa' qué?  Sad  Crying or Very sad  Bueno, lo digo, es que pienso que sería más cómodo poner las transcripciones (aunque ya sólo faltan 2  Sad  Crying or Very sad  Crying or Very sad ) cada una como un spoiler, porque así no cuesta tanto leer los post que puedan ponerse después y eso, o sea, no hay que ir recorriendo la página.  Yo me las suelo guardar en Word pero lo digo por quienes se las lean aquí.   No se si me expliqué bien  Smile  Smile

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Como ya la encontré, dejo en spoiler la transcripción de la primera parte del cap. de Zurich.  Si no les parece así me lo dicen y lo pongo normal  Wink


Zurich 1:
Cabin Pressure Transcript: 5.01 Zurich Part 1

Script by John Finnemore
Transcript by Ariane DeVere


(Reprise of the end of ‘Yverdon-les-Bains’)
MARTIN They offered me the job, Arthur. I can start in three months!
ARTHUR: Wow! Skip! That’s absolutely ... just what you wanted! Great!
MARTIN: Yeah, but it’s not great for anyone else, though, is it – you, or Carolyn, or Douglas, if I go and MJN folds.
ARTHUR: Oh, we’ll be all right. We’ll find stuff to do.
MARTIN (hesitantly): Or ... I just might have been joking about getting an offer.
ARTHUR: Oh, right!
(He and Martin chuckle briefly.)
ARTHUR: I don’t get it. Were-were you joking?
(A door opens)
HERC: Ah. They’re in here.
CAROLYN: Martin!
DOUGLAS: Well? How did it go?
MARTIN: I-I-I-I-I was just telling Arthur about it.
ARTHUR: Yeah, but I didn’t completely understand.
CAROLYN: Well, then, tell us! Did you get in?
MARTIN: ... They’re going to let me know.

[Transcriber’s note: For anyone wondering, yes, this reprise must have been re-recorded. Some of the wording is slightly different, and Arthur’s dwagonfwoo lisp is missing.]


This week, Zurich!

CAROLYN: Yes, obviously they’re going to let you know, but how do you think it went?
MARTIN: Ah, well, er, parts of it went ... well ...
ARTHUR: Good.
MARTIN: ... but other parts ... n-not so well.
DOUGLAS: It’s as if we were there.
ARTHUR: Skip, sorry, I’m still confused. When you said ...
MARTIN (rapidly interrupting): So-so-so overall who knows what they thought? No-one! Famously inscrutable, the Swiss, aren’t they? Like their-their-their clocks.
DOUGLAS: Yes, the legendary inscrutability of the cuckoo clock. Who can fathom its secrets?
ARTHUR: So, Skip, you were joking when you said ...
MARTIN (rapidly interrupting): Yes, Arthur. Just forget it.
DOUGLAS: Oh? What was the joke?
MARTIN: Nothing. Just a joke I made to Arthur. You wouldn’t get it.
DOUGLAS: I wouldn’t get it?
MARTIN: No.
DOUGLAS: But Arthur would get it?
MARTIN: Yes!
ARTHUR: Actually, I didn’t totally get it. But Skip said ...
MARTIN: Look, could we just drop it?
CAROLYN: So when are they going to let you know?
MARTIN: Well, er, soon. I just need some time to ... er, th-they just need some time to think me ... er, over.
HERC: Oh, did they say that? Well, that’s a good sign.
MARTIN: Well, no, I mean they ...
ARTHUR: Yeah, Skip, so just so I’m totally clear: when you said they offered the ...
MARTIN (loudly): All right, fine! Th-the truth is, they did tell me.
DOUGLAS: Oh?
CAROLYN: And?
MARTIN (sighing): They said no.
(Everyone else simultaneously makes sympathetic noises.)
CAROLYN: Well then they’re idiots!
DOUGLAS: It’s their loss.
MARTIN: So MJN can carry on just as before.
[And maybe then Martin will have more time to learn to stop calling it ‘MGN’ ...!]
CAROLYN: Well, yes, but ... (in a sympathetic voice) ... oh, I’m so sorry, Martin.
DOUGLAS: There’ll be other chances.
ARTHUR: Oh, now I get the joke.
MARTIN (warningly): Arthur ...
ARTHUR: Because just now Skip told me they did offer him the job, but the joke was, actually they didn’t. ... It’s quite a sad joke.
DOUGLAS: Martin.
CAROLYN: What’s going on, Martin?
THERESA (calling out from a distance): Martin!
(Sound of footsteps running closer.)
MARTIN: Theresa?
THERESA (excitedly): You did it! You did it! You did it!
MARTIN: I didn’t know you were ...
THERESA: I wanted to surprise you. I just got your message. I’m so proud of you. You did it! Oh! Hello, everyone. Have you told them yet?
MARTIN: I-I think they’ve probably gathered, yes.
CAROLYN: You got the job?
MARTIN: Er, yes. But ...
ARTHUR: Yes!
DOUGLAS: Congratulations, Martin!
HERC: Welcome to Swiss Airways.
CAROLYN: Although, in that case, what was all that nonsense just now?
ARTHUR: No, it was a joke, Mum! Am I the only one that gets Skip’s amazing jokes?
MARTIN: It wasn’t a joke. It was ... I-I thought I perhaps maybe I ... maybe I wouldn’t take the job.
DOUGLAS: Why on earth not?
MARTIN: Because when I told Arthur, I realised ... I can’t take it. What would happen to you all?
CAROLYN: What nonsense! Of course you’re taking it.
MARTIN: No, but ...
CAROLYN: It is a salaried job flying 737s for an international airline and living an hour from your girlfriend. It could only be more perfect for you if it came with a cartwheel-sized hat.
HERC: Oh. So you two are, um ...
MARTIN: Oh, sorry. Theresa, this is Herc, um, Carolyn’s ...
CAROLYN (swiftly): ... friend.
MARTIN: I was going to say ‘sparring partner’. Herc, this is Theresa.
THERESA: Pleased to meet you.
ARTHUR: She’s the princess of Liechtenstein.
HERC: I don’t think she is, Arthur.
THERESA: Actually, I a little bit am.
HERC: Oh! So sorry – I assumed Arthur had, er ...
THERESA: No, don’t worry. I would have assumed the same.
MARTIN: Carolyn, I can’t ...
CAROLYN: No. If it helps, Martin, you’re fired. Oh – I’ve always wanted to fire someone. ... I thought it would be more fun.
DOUGLAS: Perhaps you’re mellowing in your old age.
CAROLYN: You’re fired too, Douglas. Now that was fun.
MARTIN: What about Douglas? What’s gonna become of him?
DOUGLAS: Thank you, Martin, but I suspect I can dodge the workhouse. I rather think I’ll become a captain again.
HERC: Will you? Where?
DOUGLAS: Wherever, Hercules, wins the bidding war for my services.
HERC: Ah, of course.
MARTIN: And what about Arthur?
CAROLYN: Arthur will be fine.
ARTHUR: Yeah, don’t worry about me, Skip. I’ve got loads of ideas of things to be. Fisherman; er, magician; dog guy; or I might just take the, er, crazy golf thing professional.
MARTIN: Or you could have my van.
ARTHUR: Skip! Your dad’s van?
MARTIN: Well, I can’t very well take it to Zurich, so, I mean, if you wanted it ...
ARTHUR: Skip, I’d love it! Can I, Mum?
CAROLYN: Well, I-I can actually sort of see you as a Man with a Van.
ARTHUR (excitedly): Yes!
MARTIN: Now, listen: you’ll probably need to replace the brake pads in a year or two, then.
ARTHUR: Right-o, Skip.
MARTIN: And, er, and, er, get good ones. If you skimp on that sort of thing, you’ll only pay more later.
ARTHUR: Got it.
MARTIN: Also, when you change the oil, add half a cup of ...
DOUGLAS: Yes, probably best make him a list, Martin.
CAROLYN: And it’s very generous of you and much appreciated. So, there we are: everyone will be fine.
ARTHUR: Oh, but who’s gonna look after GERTI?
CAROLYN: Well, whoever buys her, dear heart.
ARTHUR: You can’t sell her.
CAROLYN: Really? What would you have me do with her: fashion her into a pleasing brooch?
ARTHUR: But not to Dad. You promise you won’t sell her to Dad?
CAROLYN: Of course not! My awful ex, Theresa. Used to own GERTI. Keeps trying to buy her back.
ARTHUR: Or steal her back, like he did in St Petersburg.
THERESA: Oh, was that the time Martin landed with one engine?
CAROLYN: That’s right!
THERESA: Yes – he’s often told me that story!
MARTIN: Not that often.
THERESA: Quite often.
CAROLYN: So, happy endings all round. Martin gets his dream job, and MJN bows out on its own terms in a blaze of glory. Hurrah!
MARTIN: Doesn’t feel like a happy ending.
CAROLYN: It is a happy ending – just not a fairytale ending. We can’t expect that. Real happy endings are never simple.
ARTHUR: Yes they are. Like in ‘Finding Nemo’ when they find Nemo. Or in ‘Casablanca’ when the woman gets a go on the plane.
CAROLYN: It’s not!
ARTHUR: I suppose maybe ‘The Jungle Book’ when you’re meant to be happy that Mowgli goes off with the boring girl to the human village instead of hanging out with Baloo and Bagheera. That’s a kind of sad happy ending.
CAROLYN: Yes, exactly.
DOUGLAS: ‘Exactly’?
CAROLYN: I’ve no idea, but if it helps him.



(GERTI’s cabin door opens)
HERC: Oh, you’re in here.
CAROLYN: Er, yes.
HERC: Well, I thought you handled that superbly.
CAROLYN: Mmm.
HERC: Well done. And they all took it terribly well – even Arthur.
CAROLYN: Yes.
HERC: And actually I think Martin’s van might be just the right thing for him, if, er ...
CAROLYN (broken-heartedly): Oh, Herc.
(Sound of her moving into his arms.)
HERC: Carolyn.
CAROLYN: I knew this couldn’t go on forever but we always managed to keep going and now ... it’s over.
HERC (sympathetically): Oh, my darling.
CAROLYN: And what am I going to do now?
HERC: Well, you know you can always move to Zurich with me.
CAROLYN (strongly): I don’t want to move to stupid Zurich!
HERC: No, of course not. Silly me.
CAROLYN: And its stupid clocks!
HERC: Very stupid clocks.
CAROLYN: I’m sorry. I like you, but what would I do with myself in Zurich? What will I do with myself anywhere?
HERC: I – I understand, but, you know, Martin really must ...
CAROLYN: Of course I know that, you pillock! I just said all that, but in the privacy of what is still – for now – my own aeroplane, am I not allowed to be sad about it?
HERC: Of course you are. ... You know the thing we’ve agreed I should say only on special occasions because continued one-way repetition of it is always unhelpful and manipulative?
CAROLYN: Yes.
HERC: This feels like a special occasion.
CAROLYN: Yes.
HERC: I love you, Carolyn.
CAROLYN (drawing in a breath): I ... (long pause) ... know.



(Sound of a plane in flight.)
RICK (into radio): Thank you, Herne, this is Golf Romeo India Mike Yankee, airborne heading two one zero, direct Guernsey.
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL (over radio): Roger, Mike Yankee, continue as cleared.
RICK: And we’re away. You okay there, Doug?
DOUGLAS (yawning): Yeah. D’you always start this early?
RICK: Well, yeah. Delivering newspapers – gotta be there first thing.
DOUGLAS: All right, here’s one: People Who Should Have Been Arch Enemies.
RICK: You what?
DOUGLAS: I’ll start. Jon Snow and John Thaw.
RICK: No, sorry, I don’t get it.
DOUGLAS: Arch enemies. You know, because of their names – Snow and ... Thaw.
RICK: Are you all right, mate?
DOUGLAS: Yes, I’m fine!
RICK: Great. Only I had an uncle started coming out with all weird stuff once. Turned out it was a stroke.
DOUGLAS: I am not having a stroke! It’s a game.
RICK: A game?
DOUGLAS: Yes! You know, to pass the time.
RICK: Yeah – I’m-I’m not really a games sort of person, to be honest.
DOUGLAS: ... Right. And, er, are you the only first officer with the company?
RICK: First officer? No, mate, I own it. If you get the gig, it’ll just be you and me.
DOUGLAS: But ... I would be the captain?
RICK: Never really had a captain.
DOUGLAS: Right, but obviously one of us will technically be in command of the plane?
RICK: Well, I suppose that’d be me. Wouldn’t worry about it, though.
DOUGLAS: No, I won’t. So: how do we pass the time?
RICK: I’d just rest up if I were you. It’s pretty full-on once we get there. We’ve only got thirty minutes turnaround each stop.
DOUGLAS: That doesn’t sound too bad. Is there a café of some sort, or can we get coffee sent out?
RICK: No, mate. We’ve only got thirty minutes to unload the plane.
DOUGLAS (appalled): ‘Unload the plane’?
RICK: Yeah.
DOUGLAS: Us?
RICK: Yeah. Who else?
DOUGLAS: Anyone else!



(Echoing voices)
CAROLYN: And those two boxes are going to my house. Take them outside. Arthur’s bringing the van round. And ... (she sighs) ... that’s everything.
MARTIN: Wow. Doesn’t the office look empty without ...
DOUGLAS: ... anything in it? Yeah.
CAROLYN: Oh! Unless I can interest either of you in buying a sunbleached print of two Spitfires fighting in a clear green sky. Martin? Obviously I’m mainly looking to you.
MARTIN: Er, no thank you, Carolyn; and that one’s not a Spitfire.
CAROLYN: How can you tell?
MARTIN (quick fire for the first part of the sentence): Well, partly because of the wing shape, fuselage and markings, but mainly because Spitfires didn’t fight each other.
DOUGLAS (calling from a distance): Martin, come on!
MARTIN (loudly): Coming! (Quietly) I’ll give you a fiver for it.
CAROLYN: Done.
(Outside the portacabin)
DOUGLAS: So, Martin. How’s the conversion course?
MARTIN: Well, we’re ... you know, we’re only a week in. It’s all been CRM stuff so far. We learned our personal watchwords yesterday.
DOUGLAS: Gosh.
MARTIN: Apparently the perfect Swiss Airways pilot is calm, resourceful and decisive.
DOUGLAS: Well, I can see now why they picked you.
MARTIN: Hmm.
DOUGLAS: I’m sorry, Martin. I-I-I didn’t ...
MARTIN: No-no-no, it’s-it’s okay, it’s okay. The same thing had crossed my mind.
DOUGLAS: So you haven’t been in the sim yet?
MARTIN: Oh yes, once! Ah, Douglas, oh it’s amazing! The new 737s, they’re just incredible. After GERTI it’s-it’s-it’s like driving a Rolls Royce after years of driving a ...
(A vehicle drives up rapidly. The horn is beeped as the vehicle slows to a halt.)
ARTHUR (calling out): Hi, guys!
MARTIN: Oh my God!
ARTHUR (opening the vehicle’s door): Ta-daa! It’s your van, Skip! My van! Our van!
MARTIN: Why is there a sort of evil hippo on it?
ARTHUR: Ooh, where?
MARTIN: Here, on the side.
ARTHUR: Oh, that’s not a hippo! That’s Goofy! Why does no-one recognise Goofy any more?
DOUGLAS: Because of the horrendously disfiguring accident he’s apparently had?
ARTHUR: He’s not had an accident! I painted it myself.
DOUGLAS: Yes, I thought perhaps you did.
MARTIN: But why?
ARTHUR: Ah-ha!
(He opens the rear doors.)
ARTHUR: Double ta-daa!
MARTIN: What are those?
ARTHUR: Ice lollies! Surprise! I’ve turned it into an ice cream van!
MARTIN: Arthur, you-you can’t do that.
ARTHUR: I did, though.
MARTIN: But it’s a Transit van! It’s for light removals!
ARTHUR: I know, Skip, but I thought, ‘What do people like even more than moving house? Ice cream!’
DOUGLAS: So, how did you turn it into an ice cream van?
ARTHUR: Pretty easy, actually. I bought ten boxes of lollies and an ice cream guy hat and I painted Goofy on it.
(Sound of Martin moving the boxes around)
MARTIN: Arthur, these are all Calippos.
ARTHUR: Yeah, they’re my favourites.
MARTIN: Why have you only got strawberry flavour?
ARTHUR: Ah, that’s me being clever. I’m not allowed strawberries, so I won’t be tempted to eat them! Come on, get in, get in!
MARTIN (as they get into the van): No, but Arthur, you can’t just sell ice creams from any old van. You need a licence, a pitch ...
DOUGLAS: A freezer.
ARTHUR: Er, no, no. No, I bought some cool bags. I think they’re basically the same thing. Oh, and, um, Skip, look what else I bought!
(He accelerates the van and then brakes sharply. Martin and Douglas cry out.)
MARTIN: Arthur!
DOUGLAS: What did you do that for?
ARTHUR: See? I’ve had the brake pads replaced, like you said!
MARTIN: I said in a year or two.
ARTHUR: Yeah, and I did it straightaway. And I got the most expensive ones they had.
MARTIN: Did you?
ARTHUR: Yeah. Carbon fibre. They didn’t want to sell them to me but I insisted because you told me not to skimp.
MARTIN: How much did you ...?
ARTHUR: Two thousand pounds! Which is great, because that’s exactly what I had in the bank!
MARTIN: You spent all your money on brake pads?
ARTHUR: Well, yeah, but it’s okay. It’s an investment.
MARTIN: Arthur, the whole van’s only worth about five hundred quid!
ARTHUR: Not any more, Skip. It’s now worth two thousand five hundred!
DOUGLAS: So what you essentially have now, Arthur, is some extremely expensive brake pads which – for convenience – you keep wrapped up in a cheap van.
ARTHUR: Oh, oh, and then there’s the best best thing.
MARTIN (warily): What?
ARTHUR (dramatically): The chimes. I’ve done my own ice cream chimes. Listen!
(He inserts a cassette into a player and his own voice starts to play from it.)
ARTHUR’s VOICE (singing to the tune of ‘Greensleeves’, with no musical accompaniment): ♪ Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice.
Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, get your lovely ice cream. ♪
(His voice goes very off-key at the end.)
MARTIN: Er, yes, that’s ...
ARTHUR’s VOICE (straining for the high note at the beginning of the chorus): ♪ I-i-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream, i-i-i... ♪
(The cassette is turned off.)
DOUGLAS: Yes, I think that will do.
ARTHUR: There’s loads more.
DOUGLAS: Precisely.



(Cabin door opens)
THERESA (fondly): Oh! She’s just like I remember her!
MARTIN: Thank you so much for coming over for this, Theresa.
THERESA: Of course. I wouldn’t miss GERTI’s last flight.
MARTIN (softly): No.
THERESA: It’ll be all right, Martin.
MARTIN: Will it, though? I mean, Arthur’s only had the van five minutes. He’s spent his life savings on brake pads and ice cream. Douglas is being very quiet about his interview. Actually, Theresa, I, um ... I had an idea in bed last night.
THERESA (flirtatiously): I remember.
MARTIN: Hmm? No – oh, no, no. Er ... (he laughs in an embarrassed way) ... er ... (he laughs again) ... I-I-I, er, I-I didn’t mean that. I-I-I ...
THERESA (laughing): I’m sorry, Martin, I’m sorry. I-I just love how quickly I can make your ears turn red.
MARTIN (chuckling): Thank you. Look, it’s-it’s-it’s probably a stupid idea, but you know how you’re the princess of Liechtenstein?
THERESA: That rings a bell, yes.
MARTIN: Well, it just occurred to me: I don’t think Liechtenstein has a national airline, does it?
THERESA: No, we don’t.
MARTIN: You know, funded by the nation – only Liechtenstein, being such a small nation, it could be quite a small airline.
THERESA: Mmm-hmm. You know what else Liechtenstein doesn’t have?
MARTIN: What?
THERESA: An airport.
MARTIN: Oh. No, no-no, no, that’s-that’s true.
THERESA: Martin, trust me, you’re going to do great at Swiss Airways. You just need to find your feet.
MARTIN: What? No, no! No-no-no-no-no, it ... I-I-I’m just thinking of the others.
THERESA: I know.



MARTIN (into radio): Thank you, Fitton Approach. Golf Tango India airborne, climbing to four thousand feet.
KARL (affectionately over radio): Oh. We’ll miss you, GERTI.
MARTIN: Karl, please.
KARL: Yeah, roger, Golf Tango India. ... Oh, look at her up there, flapping away, all happy. She doesn’t know she’s off to the vet’s!
MARTIN: Tower, will you please keep communications ...
KARL: Yeah, yeah. ... At least give us a wing waggle, though.
MARTIN: No!
DOUGLAS: Oh, go on!
MARTIN: Oh, all right.
(GERTI’s engines change pitch momentarily. Karl cheers. The cabin door opens.)
CAROLYN: Ah, drivers. I have made you coffee.
(Sound of her putting the mugs down.)
MARTIN: What? You?!
DOUGLAS: This is not the Carolyn we know.
CAROLYN: Yes, well, strange and miraculous things can occur on last flights, especially when Arthur’s not aboard. Oh, and Martin, do try particularly hard not to bend her on landing, won’t you? The irony would be too much for me.
DOUGLAS: Carolyn, after the auction, how are we getting home?
CAROLYN: Herc’s picking me up in his Mercedes.
MARTIN: Surely we won’t all fit in that.
CAROLYN: No, certainly not. None of you will fit in it. For you, Arthur’s bringing his van.
DOUGLAS: There’s the Carolyn we know.



(Whine of feedback from a microphone)
AUCTIONEER: All right, ladies and gentlemen, next we have Lot 42, registration Golf Echo Romeo Tango India.
MARTIN: Carolyn, where’s Arthur? He’ll miss it.
CAROLYN: I hope so. That’s why I told him the wrong time. He doesn’t need to see this.
AUCTIONEER: Ah, yes, this is rather fun. (He chuckles.) A Lockheed McDonnell 3-12, and not only is it in one piece, it actually flew here!
DOUGLAS: Encouraging start.
AUCTIONEER: Still, an ideal purchase for, erm, all sorts of people, I’m sure, so who’ll start me off at eight thousand pounds?
MARTIN: Only eight thousand?
THERESA: That’s just where he’s starting.
AUCTIONEER: No? Seven and a half. ... Seven thousand pounds.
CAROLYN (sadly): Oh dear.
AUCTIONEER: Six and a half. Oh, come on, ladies and gentlemen. For scrap metal alone she must be worth six.
MARTIN: Scrap?!
DOUGLAS: Poor old girl.
AUCTIONEER: Bruce, I’m looking at you.
BRUCE: I’ll give you five.
AUCTIONEER: Thank you, Bruce. Five thousand I’m bid, so do I hear six? Six, anywhere? ... Five and a half?
MARTIN: Come on, that’s nothing!
CAROLYN: It is a little disappointing.
AUCTIONEER: No? No-one? This is your very last chance. All right: going once, going twice ...
MARTIN: Five and a half!
DOUGLAS: What?!
THERESA: Martin!
AUCTIONEER: Ah, thank you, sir. Five and a half I have.
CAROLYN: Martin, what on earth are you doing?
MARTIN: Don’t worry, I’m just driving him up a bit.
CAROLYN: But you don’t know if someone ...
AUCTIONEER: Bruce, do I hear six?
BRUCE: Aye.
MARTIN: There you are, you see? I just made you a thousand pounds.
CAROLYN: Well, thank you, but don’t!
AUCTIONEER: Six thousand I have. Do I hear six and a half?
CAROLYN: Martin, do not say a word.
AUCTIONEER: Six and a half! Thank you!
CAROLYN: I didn’t mean you should nod!
MARTIN: I think I’ll go higher.
DOUGLAS: But what if he doesn’t?
AUCTIONEER: Do I hear seven?
BRUCE: Aye.
DOUGLAS: All right, now Martin, stop.
CAROLYN: Yes, seven is plenty. I forbid you to bid.
AUCTIONEER: Do I hear seven and a half?
MARTIN: Just one more.
DOUGLAS: No! Do Not Nod!
CAROLYN: Theresa, grab his head.
AUCTIONEER: Thank you, sir! Seven and a half I’m bid.
CAROLYN: Theresa! Didn’t you hear me?
THERESA: You were serious?
CAROLYN: Yes!
AUCTIONEER: Er, Bruce, do I hear eight?
BRUCE: Aye.
DOUGLAS: Martin, listen to me. I know what you’re doing, and God knows I understand, but you have to stop.
MARTIN: I’m just trying to drive him up.
DOUGLAS: You’re not. You’re trying to win.
AUCTIONEER: Do I hear eight and a half?
MARTIN: Would that be so bad? I can get a loan. Then we’d have her, and if things don’t work out ...
DOUGLAS: Martin, I need you to calm down.
MARTIN (very not calmly): I am calm. I’m being calm, and decisive, and resourceful!
DOUGLAS: No, you’re panicking, and making the wrong decision with resources you don’t have.
MARTIN (frantically): I know! Because that’s what I do! So I can’t go to Zurich, can I? I’m not good enough. So we have to keep GERTI!
AUCTIONEER: I have to press you, sir. Any advance on eight thousand?
MARTIN: I ...
A NEW MALE VOICE (in an Australian accent): Yeah, fifteen thousand pounds.
(The crowd gasps.)
CAROLYN: What?!
THERESA: Oh, wonderful!
DOUGLAS: Not entirely.
AUCTIONEER: Ah! Fifteen thousand I have, from a new bidder at the back.
CAROLYN: Gordon!
THERESA: Who?
MARTIN: Arthur’s dad. The one who tried to steal her.
GORDON: Hiya, Carolyn. How you keeping?
AUCTIONEER: Fifteen thousand pounds I hear for this really rather decent little biz-jet. Do I hear sixteen thousand? Bruce?
BRUCE: No. I’m done. Page me when Lot 60’s up.
(Sound of him walking away.)
AUCTIONEER: Very well, then. If we’re all done at fifteen thousand. Going once ...
CAROLYN (urgently): Twenty thousand pounds.
GORDON: What?!
CAROLYN: Well, I’m not letting Gordon have her.
AUCTIONEER: Madam, you cannot bid on your own lot.
CAROLYN: Fine. Douglas, bid twenty thousand pounds.
DOUGLAS: I’m not bidding on it!
CAROLYN: Yes you are.
DOUGLAS: I’m not! Even if I had the money ...
CAROLYN: We’ll work that out afterwards. Just bid!
DOUGLAS (sighing): Twenty thousand pounds.
AUCTIONEER: Ah-ha! Twenty thousand pounds I have from the man standing next to – but I’m sure utterly unconnected with – the owner. Do I hear thirty?
GORDON: Thirty.
AUCTIONEER: Thirty I have. Forty?
DOUGLAS: Well?
CAROLYN: Carry on! We’ll have it annulled afterwards.
DOUGLAS: I’m not sure you can do that.
CAROLYN: Just bid!
DOUGLAS: Forty.
AUCTIONEER: Forty thousand! Do I hear fifty?
GORDON: Fifty!
AUCTIONEER: Fifty thousand pounds I am bid for this often under-rated gem of an aircraft.
DOUGLAS: Carolyn, wait. Fifty thousand? That’s ridiculous!
CAROLYN: He doesn’t care about the money. He just wants to get back at me.
DOUGLAS: Yes, but you do care about the money.
CAROLYN: Not that much. Sixty!
AUCTIONEER: Madam ...
CAROLYN: Oh, right. Douglas.
DOUGLAS: No, Carolyn, listen. He’s up to something. Either he’s trying ...
CAROLYN: Fine. Martin.
MARTIN (absently): Yes?
CAROLYN: Say sixty!
MARTIN (normal voice): Sixty.
CAROLYN: To the man, you idiot!
MARTIN: Oh, sorry. (Louder) Sixty!
AUCTIONEER: Ah-ha! Sixty thousand pounds from another, new ... oh, no, my mistake – from an old friend! Welcome back to the fray, sir!
GORDON: Seventy!
AUCTIONEER: Do I hear eighty?
ARTHUR (approaching): ’Scuse me, guys. Have I missed anything?
DOUGLAS: Oh, this and that.
CAROLYN: Go ahead, Martin.
MARTIN: Eighty thousand!
ARTHUR: Wow, what’s Skip buying?
DOUGLAS: GERTI.
ARTHUR: Oh, good. ... Although couldn’t we just have given him ...
DOUGLAS: Not now, Arthur. I’m thinking.
CAROLYN: We’re not really buying it, Arthur. We’re trying to stop your father from buying it.
ARTHUR: Dad? What, here? Is he here?
AUCTIONEER: Do I hear ninety?
GORDON: Ninety thousand.
ARTHUR (panically): Oh! Dad! Here! He can’t buy GERTI! He mustn’t! He can’t have her! (Loudly) Objection, my Lord!
MARTIN: Arthur, that’s not what ...
CAROLYN: Don’t worry, dear, we’re not going to let him. Go on, Martin.
MARTIN: A hundred thousand!
ARTHUR: Oh, thank you, Mum, thank you.
GORDON: A quarter of a million!
(Gasps from the crowd)
DOUGLAS: My God!
CAROLYN: What?!
AUCTIONEER: A quarter of a million pounds! For this timeless classic! The bid is with you, sir.
MARTIN (urgently): What do I say? Half a million?
CAROLYN: No-no-no, wait-wait-wait-wait.
ARTHUR: What? What are waiting for?
CAROLYN: A quarter of a million pounds, though.
ARTHUR (high-pitched and frantic): Yes, but Dad can’t have her!
AUCTIONEER: Do I hear half a million?
CAROLYN: Just wait! I’m thinking.
ARTHUR (frantically): But Mum, he wants to cut GERTI’s tail off and put it over his fireplace!
CAROLYN: Yes, I know, darling.
AUCTIONEER: Going once.
ARTHUR: He can’t!
AUCTIONEER: Going twice.
ARTHUR (loudly): TEN MILLION POUNDS!
AUCTIONEER: Ten million pounds I have! Ten million pounds for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to own a masterpiece of aviation. Any advance on ten million pounds?!
GORDON: No. For that, you can keep her.



(Footsteps)
CAROLYN: All right. Follow me, my little gaggle of investment tycoons. Douglas, where are you going?
DOUGLAS: I need to talk to someone. Don’t do anything without me.
CAROLYN (calling after him as he walks away): I shall do as I like without you! (Quieter) Right.
(Knock on a door)
CAROLYN: Coming in!
(Door opens)
AUCTIONEER: Er, no, this is my office. I say, ‘Come in’!
CAROLYN: My way saves time. Now then: about this sale.
AUCTIONEER: Oh yes, congratulations, madam. A fabulous result.
CAROLYN: Fabulous indeed. Let me introduce you to the fabulist.
ARTHUR: Hi.
CAROLYN: Behold the ten million pound bidder. Drink him in. Observe his haircut. Dwell on his shoes. Does he have the looks, do you think, of a billionaire out on an aeroplane-buying spree?
AUCTIONEER: An ... eccentric billionaire?
CAROLYN: Eccentric, yes; billionaire, no. This is my son. He’s a lovely boy, but he lives in a fantasy world.
ARTHUR: Oh, thanks, Mum!
CAROLYN: So may I suggest you track down that nice scrap metal dealer pronto and see if he’s still interested?
AUCTIONEER: Er, no. The next lowest bid was the Australian gentleman.
CAROLYN: Ah, more bad news, I’m afraid. That was Gordon, the boy’s father, and one-man answer to the question, ‘Where does he get it from?’ They’re always doing this together.
ARTHUR: Mum!
CAROLYN: Code Red, Arthur. And of course the other two bidders, as I fear you guessed, were mere stooges of mine.
MARTIN: I’m not a mere stoo...
CAROLYN: Code Red, Martin.
AUCTIONEER: Was there anyone bidding on your lot who actually intended to buy it?
CAROLYN: How astute of you to ask. There was indeed: Bruce the scrap metal chap. So may I suggest once again that you go and find him?



(Hurrying footsteps)
DOUGLAS: Mr. Shappey? Mr. Shappey!
GORDON: Ah. You. Hey, what the hell do you want?
DOUGLAS: What was all that about in there?
GORDON: What, the boy going off his head? Search me. You know him better than I do. Well, enjoy your pretend money.
DOUGLAS: No – bidding a quarter of a million. Were you trying to sabotage the auction?
GORDON: No – I was trying to get my bloody plane back. That woman stole it off me in the divorce, and one day I’m having it back. You can tell her that from me.
DOUGLAS: Or, better yet, I can help you get it off her.
GORDON: How? Steal it?
DOUGLAS: That really is just where your brain automatically goes, isn’t it? No, not steal it, but I think I can persuade her to reconsider your offer.
GORDON: And why would you do that?
DOUGLAS: Because she’s a fool to throw that much money away out of pride; plus, of course, ten percent brokerage fee.
GORDON: You really are a slimy little con man, aren’t you?
DOUGLAS: A compliment from the master. Are we on?
GORDON: You’re on.



(Office door opens)
AUCTIONEER: Well, you are extremely lucky, madam.
CAROLYN: You could absolutely have fooled me.
AUCTIONEER: Bruce Fraser was prepared to stand by his final bid of eight thousand pounds, and I’ve allowed the transaction to go ahead.
CAROLYN: Excellent. Now, then ...
AUCTIONEER: But understand this.
CAROLYN: Yes, yes, I do.
AUCTIONEER: I haven’t said it yet. Understand this ...
CAROLYN: I’m sure I can imagine it. There we are, boys: GERTI sold and Gordon vanquished. A happy ending.
MARTIN, ARTHUR and THERESA (simultaneously and sounding anything but happy): Yeah.
(Office door opens again)
DOUGLAS: Carolyn! There you are.
CAROLYN: Ah, Douglas. Good news ...
DOUGLAS: Whatever you do, don’t sell GERTI.
CAROLYN: Well, that certainly takes the edge off the good news.
DOUGLAS: You have? Already? How?
CAROLYN: I certainly have. Eight grand to the scrap metal guy.
DOUGLAS: Cancel the sale.
CAROLYN: What? Why?
DOUGLAS: Because I just spoke to Gordon. He means it. He’s seriously prepared to spend a quarter of a million on her.
MARTIN: How do you know?
DOUGLAS: Because I offered to sell her to him.
CAROLYN: What?!
DOUGLAS: Well, I was lying, obviously, but he went for it, which means she must be worth much much more than that.
CAROLYN: How could she possibly be?
DOUGLAS: Well, I don’t know. Maybe he hid something on her before you divorced.
MARTIN: What, that we haven’t found in thirteen years?
DOUGLAS: I don’t know. I just know she’s worth a lot of money to him.
CAROLYN: No, no, no, no. I’m sorry, Douglas. I’d love to believe it, but he’s just doing it to get back at me.
DOUGLAS: Men like Gordon do not get back at their ex-wives by giving them a quarter of a million pounds. Trust me, Carolyn. Am I ever wrong?
CAROLYN: Yes, repeatedly. Far more often than your relentless self-propaganda would have us believe.
DOUGLAS: Am I ever wrong about this sort of thing?
CAROLYN: Well ...
ARTHUR: Mum?
MARTIN: Carolyn?
CAROLYN: ... Oh, what the hell. Let’s get her back.
MARTIN: Yes!
(Arthur cheers.)
CAROLYN: Auctioneer?
AUCTIONEER: I have a name, you know.
CAROLYN: It doesn’t interest me. Fetch me Bruce.
AUCTIONEER: Bruce took off ten minutes ago.
CAROLYN: ‘Took off’? How could he take off?
AUCTIONEER: If you remember, madam, you sold him an aeroplane!
CAROLYN: But I need to speak to him, now!
(Sound of a phone dialling)
DOUGLAS: Oh, hello. Is that Bruce? ... Yes, I just happen to know your new plane’s sat comm number. My name’s Douglas Richardson, and I have an offer to make you.

TO BE CONTINUED.



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Mensaje  Nika el Jue Dic 25, 2014 7:29 pm


El enlace a la segunda parte nenas!
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Mensaje  Maddie el Jue Dic 25, 2014 8:45 pm

Muchas gracias, Nika!!

El show se despidió ayer con la conclusión del episodio Zurich, qué penita Crying or Very sad aunque ahí quedan las cuatro temporadas de una serie que al menos a mí no sólo me ha hecho reir mucho sino que también me ha ayudado mogollón a aprender inglés study

Cuando podáis ir escuchando el episodio podemos ir comentando qué nos ha parecido el final.
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Mensaje  lulyve el Sáb Dic 27, 2014 4:11 am


Hola!!!!!!Very Happy No se me han tragadolos turrones ni los mazapanes, sigo aquí Wink  son días complicados
Primero GRACIAS!!!!! Por los enlaces, sois las mejores  cheers  cheers  cheers  cheers  cheers  cheers
Segundo acabo de escucharlo por fin!!!!!!!!!!! He muerto de emoción, de risa, de pena y de todo un poco. Callaré hasta que todo el mundo tenga la oportunidad de escuchar este final y hablamos  bounce  bounce  bounce  bounce  bounce  bounce
Y cómo no? Vengo a dejar mi último granito de arena a este post tan, tan, no sé cómo describirlo estupendo y positivo y MUCHAS GRACIAS a Darcel que fue la primera que lo abrió y dejó por aquí los primeros enlaces y me hizo descubrir algo tan valioso.
Dejo la transcripción de la segunda parte de Zurich y el broche de oro a esta genialidad.
Mr Finnemore, que grande eres!!!!!!


ARTHUR: Hi, Tiffy, it’s me! Look, I’m really sorry but I might be a bit late to watch you do your horse dressing. ... Er, dressage, yeah, yeah. ... No, no, I’d love to. It’s just that I have to drive an ice cream van full of pilots to a scrap yard. ... No, literally. ... Well, it’s a long story. ... Oh, would you? Great! Well, it started when Skip – um, you remember Skip? Martin? One of my pilots? The captain. ... No, the other one. ... Well, they both have hats, but ... Yeah, that’s him. Er, yeah, anyway, Skip got offered this great job at Swiss Airways but he explained to us he wasn’t gonna take it so MJN could stay together. Except then Mum explained to him that actually he was going to take it and you can’t expect a fairytale ending but that we’d all be fine, even me. Er, oh! And that was when Skip gave me his van! And I bought some amazing brake pads and a thousand ice lollies and painted Goofy on it and now I’m an ice cream man guy! Er, but that’s not the main thing. The main thing is that then we had to sell GERTI. So we took her to auction but no-one would buy her except a scrap metal guy. Except then my dad, who used to own her, turned up and bid a quarter of a million pounds! ... Well, yeah, kind of great, only I sort of maybe thought it would be a good idea if he didn’t buy her, so I bid ten million pounds. ... No, you’re quite right. I don’t. No, Mum spotted that as well. Yeah, but luckily, she persuaded the scrap metal guy to buy GERTI after all! Except then, Douglas came back from talking to Dad and said it was really important we buy her back again! So we’re doing that now! Douglas is phoning the scrap metal guy and then I’m gonna drive him, Martin and Theresa to rescue GERTI before Dad gets her.
(He pauses, panting for breath.)
ARTHUR: Theresa? Er, she’s the princess of Liechtenstein. ... No, still literally. ... Ah, well, that’s a long story as well. You see, it began when Mum and Herc ... Yeah, no, no, good point, Tiffy. I’ve probably told you enough.



DOUGLAS: Okay, he’ll take twelve thousand for cash.
CAROLYN: Twelve thousand?! He only paid ...
DOUGLAS: Speculate to accumulate, Carolyn. But we’ll have to meet him at his airfield. When’s Herc getting here?
CAROLYN: Half an hour.
DOUGLAS: Okay. Then you wait for him here, Carolyn. We’ll have to go in ...
MARTIN: Oh, no.
THERESA: In what?
(Sound of a van approaching and the horn being blown as it pulls up.)
ARTHUR: Okay, guys, get in!
THERESA: Oh! The Nachzehrer!
MARTIN: The what?
THERESA: Oh, that’s the monster that eats children, from the old folk tale. Why is it on your van?
ARTHUR: It’s Goofy!
DOUGLAS: All right, come on, get in.
(Doors open.)
ARTHUR: Oh, hang on, there’s only room for three.
DOUGLAS: Martin, you’ll have to get in the back.
MARTIN: I can’t ride in the back!
DOUGLAS: What – because you’re the captain?
MARTIN: No – because I get travel sick if I can’t see out. You ride in the back.
DOUGLAS: I’m not riding in the back! I’m masterminding the plan!
MARTIN: You can do that from the back!
DOUGLAS: No I can’t!
MARTIN: Yes you can!
ARTHUR: I’ll go in the back. Sounds fun!
DOUGLAS and CAROLYN (simultaneously): You’re driving!
THERESA: Would it help you boys if I rode in the back?
MARTIN: Oh, oh. Well, I mean, if you, if you really don’t mind.
DOUGLAS: It’s terribly good of you.
THERESA (laughing): For sure!
(Back door opens and closes.)
DOUGLAS: Okay, Arthur, first we need to go to my bank.
MARTIN: Douglas, wait. You-you really think GERTI’s valuable?
DOUGLAS: I’m sure of it.
MARTIN: But how can she be? If there was anything hidden on her, we’d have found it long ago.
DOUGLAS: Not necessarily. It might be really tiny. Diamonds, for instance.
(Banging on the wall between the front and rear of the van.)
MARTIN (loudly): Yes, Theresa?
THERESA (muffled): But you said in St Petersburg that time, Gordon and his engineers had GERTI all to themselves for hours and hours. If it was something small, why didn’t he take it then?
DOUGLAS: Ah. Actually hadn’t thought of that.
MARTIN: So it can’t be anything small or he’d have taken it, and it can’t be anything big or we’d have found it.
ARTHUR: What if it’s something so big you can’t see it?
DOUGLAS: Like?
ARTHUR: The Great Wall of China.
DOUGLAS (slowly): The Great Wall of China.
ARTHUR: Yeah. You know, famously the Great Wall of China is so big, you can only see it from space.
MARTIN: N-no, Arthur.
DOUGLAS: Er, what you’ve done there, Arthur, is you’ve taken a fact that’s famously wrong, and you’ve got it wrong.
ARTHUR: Oh, right.
DOUGLAS: And yet, in doing so, you haven’t made it right ...
MARTIN and ARTHUR (simultaneously): Yellow car.
DOUGLAS: Impressive, even for you!
ARTHUR: You mean you can’t see it from space?
MARTIN: No, but you can see it from the ground. It’s thousands of miles long.
ARTHUR: Then why can’t you see it from space?
MARTIN: Because it’s only a few feet wide.
ARTHUR: Huh?
MARTIN: Look, it’s very big along, but very small across, so ...
DOUGLAS: Arthur, there’s the bank.
ARTHUR: Oh!
(Screech of brakes. Theresa cries out.)
ARTHUR: Sorry, Theresa! New brake pads. Are you all right?
THERESA (painfully): Yes, fine!
DOUGLAS: Right, I’ll be as quick as I can. Wait here.
(Door opens. Footsteps recede. Martin blows out a breath.)
ARTHUR: Ooh, I know. Um, maybe the fuel tank is full of fine wines.
MARTIN (slowly): The fuel tank is full of fuel.
ARTHUR: Oh.
(There’s a tap on the window. The window is lowered.)
ARTHUR: Oh, hello.
POLICE OFFICER: Is this your van, sir?
ARTHUR: Yeah. Isn’t it great?
MARTIN: Erm, is there a problem, Officer?
POLICE OFFICER: I hope not. But when three men in a van emergency-brake in front of a bank and one runs in while the others wait ...
MARTIN: Ah. Yes. No, no, no, I’m so sorry, but ...
POLICE OFFICER: And when the van has some sort of demon ...
ARTHUR: It’s not a demon! It’s Goofy!
POLICE OFFICER: I see. Would you mind telling me what you’ve got in the back, sir?
ARTHUR: Oh yeah, of course.
MARTIN: Arthur ...
ARTHUR: A thousand strawberry lollies and the princess of Liechtenstein.
POLICE OFFICER: All right, everybody out.



(A car approaches and comes to a stop.)
HERC: Carolyn! Hello!
(He honks the horn.)
CAROLYN: Where were you? You’re late. I’ve been waiting ages.
(She gets into the car.)
HERC: I am in fact ten minutes early.
CAROLYN: Well, nevertheless.
HERC: No, not ‘nevertheless’. You’re thinking of, ‘Oh, of course! I do apologise, Herc. How silly of me.’
CAROLYN: I am never ever thinking that.
HERC: So I have discovered. Well, how did you get on?
CAROLYN: Er, there were ups and downs.
HERC: Did anyone bid on her?
CAROLYN: Oh yes, very much so. In fact I cannot off-hand think of anyone who did not bid on her.
HERC: So you sold her.
CAROLYN: Yes.
HERC: Wonderful!
CAROLYN: ... and no.
HERC: All right, here’s an idea: why don’t you just tell me what happened?
(A mobile phone ringtone sounds (‘Questa o quella’ from Verdi’s Rigoletto), then there’s a beep as the phone is answered.)
CAROLYN: Theresa? ... Pick you up? From where? ... Why have they left you there? ... Well, why were you in the back?



(In the van)
DOUGLAS: Arthur, this is it. Turn in here. ... No, stop, quickly!
ARTHUR: That I can do.
(Screech of brakes. Cries of pain from some of the passengers.)
DOUGLAS: Martin, get out.
MARTIN: What? Why?
DOUGLAS: You were the one bidding against him, and I don’t want him remembering you.
MARTIN: Oh, he barely saw my face.
DOUGLAS: Out!
(Grumbling, Martin gets out.)
DOUGLAS: Sorry. Can’t take the chance.
(The van drives on.)
ARTHUR: Wow.
DOUGLAS: Mmm. It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?
ARTHUR: Yeah. It’s like an elephants’ graveyard.
DOUGLAS: Yes.
ARTHUR: But with aeroplanes. I don’t like it. Why do none of them have wings?
DOUGLAS: Where they’re going, they don’t need wings.
(The van pulls up.)
DOUGLAS: Oh, I think that’s him – the guy with the dogs.
(The dogs bark as the boys get out of the van.)
BRUCE: Er, can I help you?
ARTHUR: Wow, what big dogs!
BRUCE: Don’t mind them.
ARTHUR: Are they friendly?
BRUCE: No. Just don’t mind them. Who are ye?
DOUGLAS: I ...
ARTHUR (talking over him): We’re the guys who rang about buying the plane.
BRUCE: Oh, aye. Which ones?
ARTHUR: Which ones? What d’you mean?
BRUCE: Well, I had two offers on her before I’d even landed the thing! There was a posh guy, somebody Richardson, offered me twelve grand, and then an Aussie ten minutes later offered me fourteen. Which are you?
ARTHUR: Oh, I’m just Arthur, but this is ...
DOUGLAS (in an Australian accent): Gordon Shappey. It’s good to meet you.
(Arthur makes vague confused noises.)
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): This is my boy Arthur. You’ll have to excuse him. He’s very shy, doesn’t talk much.
BRUCE: Really? Seems like he talks a lot.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): No, it often takes him like that. He’s all talkative when he first meets someone, and then suddenly he clams up and ... (pointedly) ... he doesn’t say a word. Which means I have to do all the talking for him. It’s a chore, but there you go. So, this plane, then: you had a couple of us interested in it, then?
BRUCE: Yeah. I told you that on the phone.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): You did. You certainly did and I’m just, er, repeating it now conversationally. Well, just as well we got in second, then. I’ve got the cash right here and, er ...
BRUCE: Okay. Have you got any ID?
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Oh. Er ... look at that. I left it in my hotel.
BRUCE: Then off you go and get it, and she’s all yours.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Hmm. Thing is, though, the hotel’s a way away.
BRUCE: Sooner you go, sooner you’ll be back.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): ... Right.
ARTHUR (slowly): It’s all right, though ... Dad.
DOUGLAS (normal accent): Arthur ...
ARTHUR (slowly): ... because I’ve got my ID.
DOUGLAS: Arthur, Code Red.
ARTHUR: No! Not Code Red! Listen: because if you’re Gordon Shappey, and I’m your son ... which I am, and ... oh, no! Er, wait! Um ...
(He breaks into his mangled Australian accent.)
ARTHUR (Australian-ish accent): ... what I’m tryin’a say is this: I’ve got my droiving licence roight here, sport. Er, here’s my name on it, er, ‘Arthur Gordon Shippee’ and if I say that he’s m’dad, surely ...
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Oh yeah! Er, there you go, then, that’s my son’s ID and he vouches for me. That do you?
BRUCE: Yeah, fine. Er, why is he talking like that, though?
ARTHUR (Australian-ish accent): Like what?
BRUCE: I don’t know – all weird.
ARTHUR (Australian-ish accent): Now, look here, Bruce. This here’s my accint, Bruce, and if you don’t like it, you can ...
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Ah, don’t mind him. He likes to tease his old dad.
BRUCE: Oh, I see.
ARTHUR (quietly, normal accent): What?
DOUGLAS (quietly, normal accent): Definitely Code Red now.
ARTHUR: Okay.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Okay, so we ’ave the money in cash. Er, if you ...
BRUCE: Yeah, well, obviously I’m gonna have to wait for this Richardson bloke to turn up.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): What?
BRUCE: Well, he might make me a better offer.
DOUGLAS (normal accent): Bet he doesn’t. (Australian accent) I mean, er, we’re right here and, er ...
(Sound of approaching running footsteps.)
BRUCE: Well, it looks like he’s here too.
(Footsteps stop.)
MARTIN: I know you said to wait, but Carolyn’s just phoned. Gordon’s ...
DOUGLAS (interrupting in his Australian accent): That’s right. Gordon. That’s me. You remember my name.
MARTIN: Eh?
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): It is you, isn’t it ... (pointedly) ... Douglas Richardson? We’ve met once or twice before. My name – as you said – is Gordon Shappey, and I’m afraid, Douglas, that I outbid you on that LM3-12.
BRUCE: Ah, yeah, hi, and I’m Bruce Fraser.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Oh, how rude of me. Bruce, this is Douglas Richardson. Douglas, this is Bruce.
MARTIN: Er, right! Yes, well ...
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): ... to whom, of course, you have already spoken on the phone.
MARTIN (deepening his voice and trying to sound like Douglas): Of course. How terribly nice to meet you.
BRUCE: Yeah, sorry about this. This guy called ten minutes after you. He offered me fourteen grand.
MARTIN (Douglas voice): Oh, how terribly disappointing. Drat my luck. Oh well, never mind.
BRUCE: Er, but, you know, if, er, you wanna make me a better offer, I’m listenin’.
MARTIN (Douglas voice): Oh, well, let me think. ... No, I rather think not. I, Douglas Richardson, have been bested yet again. What a loser I am.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Don’t be too hard on yourself.
MARTIN (Douglas voice): No, really, I am. I’m an absolute ...
DOUGLAS (Australian accent, interrupting): Anyway, I suppose we should get moving, just in case someone else turns up and tries to buy her.
(He laughs heartily, if somewhat falsely.)
MARTIN (normal voice): Oh God, yeah! Er, I mean ...
(He joins in with Douglas’ false laughter.)
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): So, here we are: twelve thousand pounds.
BRUCE: Er, no, no, no. That’s what he offered. You offered fourteen.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Ah, yes, but, y-you know, for cash ...
BRUCE: No, it’s fourteen thousand, or this guy can have it.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Right. Er, Mr. Richardson, I don’t suppose you could lend me two thousand ...
MARTIN (Douglas voice): As your business rival, I think that would be a trifle eccentric of me, don’t you?
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Okay. Then I’ll just nip back into town and get the rest of the cash.
MARTIN (drifting a little back into his own voice): I’d be surprised if you had time, though, do you, Mr. Shappey?
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Then what do you suggest, Mr. Richardson?
MARTIN (varying between his own and Douglas’ voice): Oh, well, it’s none of my business, obviously, but since you ask, I suppose you could always throw in your van.
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Your van?
ARTHUR: My van?
MARTIN (Douglas voice): No – your van, this one here.
(He pats the van.)
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): Ah well, if you’re sure ...
MARTIN (Douglas voice): Nothing to do with me.
BRUCE: Yeah, well, sorry, but there’s no way that van’s worth two thousand quid. Nice Goofy, though.
ARTHUR: Thank you!
MARTIN (Douglas voice): Are you sure, though? Even to a parts and spares man, because those look to me like brand new, top of the range carbon fibre brake pads.
BRUCE: Bloody hell! They are! Why’ve you put those on an old banger like this?
DOUGLAS (Australian accent): My son thought it would be an investment; and so – to be fair – it was.



(In the Mercedes)
CAROLYN: You’re very quiet.
HERC: I was just taking in the plan. I am right in thinking it’s entirely based on finding buried treasure? I’m not missing a subtlety?
CAROLYN: No, no, I know how it sounds but Douglas was very convincing.
HERC: Yeah, all right. Supposing he’s right and there is a fortune on GERTI somewhere. What will you do with it?
CAROLYN: Well, re-start MJN, of course.
HERC: Of course.
CAROLYN: I’m sorry, Herc, but I really don’t want to move to Zurich, and I can hardly ask you to move back to Britain.
HERC: Why not?
CAROLYN: Well, why would you? And don’t say, ‘Because I love you.’
HERC: I won’t say it, but I shall think it really quite loudly.
CAROLYN: Herc!
HERC: Why do you hate me saying it so much?
CAROLYN: I don’t hate it so much any more but ... well, you do say it easily, Herc, to each of your four previous wives, for instance, and Lord knows how many girlfriends. What’s different this time?
HERC: Well, for instance, the colour of your hair.
CAROLYN: My what?
HERC: Your hair is white.
CAROLYN (dangerously): It is.
HERC: Would you care to guess how many of my four wives and – as you are right to imagine – countless girlfriends have had white hair? I’ll give you a clue: it’s none. A preponderance of brunettes, some blondes, the odd redhead, but you are absolutely the first whitehead.
CAROLYN: What a novel way you’ve chosen to end our relationship.
HERC: My point is that you are not remotely my type – and you’re right, you are not the first woman I’ve loved. But you are – to my complete surprise and frankly, at first, dismay – the first woman I’ve ever fallen in love with ... you know, like a teenager. It was on our second date – Rigoletto. It wasn’t the look of pure rapture on your face; it was the look of bored contempt you assumed when you saw me looking.
CAROLYN: Oh, Herc.
HERC: But I didn’t decide to marry you until the day you flew to Ireland to buy me a stuffed sheep just because you knew how much I would detest it.
CAROLYN: No-one decides to marry me. I decide to marry them.
HERC: Of course. And do you so decide?



(In GERTI’s flight deck.)
MARTIN: After-take-off checks complete.
DOUGLAS: Thank you, Captain. Arthur, you can talk again.
ARTHUR (bursting with excitement): It was so amazing! You were amazing, Douglas! And then you were amazing, Skip! And then I was ...
DOUGLAS: And you too, Arthur! Don’t forget the thing with the ID – you were amazing!
ARTHUR: I know! I was just being modest! And my Australian accent saved the day!
MARTIN: You-you-you didn’t actually need to do the accent.
DOUGLAS: And indeed you didn’t actually do the accent.
ARTHUR (pointedly): It saved the day.
MARTIN: Well, assuming that Douglas is right and GERTI is worth untold riches for some reason – which, now I put it like that, seems pretty unlikely ...
DOUGLAS: Ah, but if you just stop after ‘Assuming that Douglas is right,’ it sounds far more plausible. As soon as we land in Fitton, we’ll search every inch of her.
ARTHUR: Ooh, I’ll start now. Don’t worry, Skip – Douglas always saves us! Like remembering the brake pads.
MARTIN: That was me!
ARTHUR: Well, yeah, but you were being Douglas. See you!
(He leaves the flight deck.)
DOUGLAS: That’s true, actually, Martin. That was very quick thinking.
MARTIN: It was pretty good, wasn’t it?
DOUGLAS: Absolutely. You were calm, decisive, resourceful.
MARTIN: Yes, I suppose I was. It was easier, somehow, when I was, I was pretending to be you.
DOUGLAS: Well, there’s nothing to stop you doing that, you know. I don’t have a copyright on this shtick. Well, I do in this flight deck, but I’m prepared to license it for use in other countries – Switzerland, for instance.
MARTIN: Yes, but I can hardly spend the rest of my career pretending to be you.
DOUGLAS: Well, technically you’d be pretending to be Rory.
MARTIN: Who’s Rory?
DOUGLAS: Old EOAC captain I flew with when I started out. That’s where I got it from.
MARTIN: You mean you’ve just been imitating Rory all this time?
DOUGLAS: No, no – only the first couple of years. Then it just becomes part of who you are. That’s why you have to pick your model carefully. You, of course, have picked terribly well.
(Martin chuckles. The radio is turned on.)
DOUGLAS: Fitton Approach.
KARL: Yeah? Continue transmission.
DOUGLAS (sing-song): Guess who?
(Karl cheers.)
KARL: GERTI! (Mock-tearfully) Back safe from the vet’s.
DOUGLAS: With a waggly tail and a cold wet nose.
MARTIN: Both those things are really bad for an aeroplane.
DOUGLAS: Still, we work with what we’re given.



(Sounds of rummaging. Cabin door opens.)
ARTHUR: Hi, Douglas.
MARTIN: Any luck?
DOUGLAS: No. Whatever it is, it’s definitely not in the cabin.
ARTHUR: Oh. Ooh, have you looked under the seats?
DOUGLAS: Yes, Arthur.
ARTHUR: What about the overhead lockers?
DOUGLAS: I’ve looked everywhere I can think of, Arthur. Shall we just assume that includes everywhere you can think of?
ARTHUR: Right-o.
MARTIN: Well, I’ve checked the hold, the undercarriage, the wiring channels, the avionics bay, the tanks, the engines ... Nothing.
DOUGLAS: Well, it’s got to be somewhere.
(A car horn sounds.)
ARTHUR: Oh, er, that’ll be Mum and Herc.
(Cabin door opens. Footsteps on the steps.)
ARTHUR: Hi, guys. Look, we got her back and ... (high-pitched) ... oh!
GORDON: Hello, Arthur.
ARTHUR (high-pitched and nervous): Oh, right, Dad, here. Okay, hi. I’ll go and get the others.
GORDON: Er, no, no, no. No need for that.
ARTHUR: No, no, of course not. Silly. Stupid. Sorry. Um ... I tell you what, shall I just get them anyway, so ...
GORDON (sternly): No. (More gently) No, can’t we just have a nice little chat, father and son?
ARTHUR: Well, I suppose we could. We just never have.
GORDON: No. Now, listen, Arthur. I just wanted to make sure you understood what your mum did for you at the auction today.
ARTHUR: Yes. She stopped you from getting GERTI.
GORDON: That’s right. She turned down a quarter of a million pounds for your sake. Now she’s in debt, her business just folded, but she turned down all that money to please you. Do you really think that’s fair?
ARTHUR: I-I didn’t ...
GORDON: I’d hate it if, later on, she started resenting you for it.
ARTHUR (nervously): Douglas says you’ve hidden something valuable on GERTI.
GORDON (chuckling): Oh dear, oh dear. Now-now listen, son. Douglas is a cheap swindler, so he assumes everybody else is. No, there’s nothing hidden on her.
ARTHUR: She’s not valuable?
GORDON: Not at all.
ARTHUR: You promise?
GORDON: Cross my heart and hope to die ...
ARTHUR and GORDON (simultaneously): Terrapins tickle me if I lie.
ARTHUR: So you do want her just to get back at Mum?
GORDON: No, no, of course not! Look, I’ll tell you the real reason.
ARTHUR: Okay.
GORDON: It’s her registration, GERTI. You see, that was my mother’s name: Gertrude. Everyone called her Gertie. And when she died, I bought this plane in her memory. That’s why I didn’t want your mum to have her. She’s all I’ve got left of my own mum. So what d’you say, son? Can I have her back?
(Arthur sighs shakily.)
ARTHUR: Oh. I suppose, if it’s really ... Wait a minute. Your mum’s name was Maud!
GORDON: Yeah, dammit, I forgot you’d met her.
ARTHUR (loudly): She was my gran! (Shouting) Douglas! Martin!
GORDON: No, no, no, no, don’t do that!
ARTHUR (loudly): You said you weren’t lying! You said, ‘Terrapins tickle me’!
(Cabin door opens.)
MARTIN: What is it, Arthur? Oh.
DOUGLAS: Ah, not you again.
ARTHUR: There’s definitely something hidden on GERTI!
GORDON: No, no, no, you don’t know ...
ARTHUR: Yes I do! You said there wasn’t and you were lying. And now Douglas is gonna do something clever and find it!
DOUGLAS: Yes, thank you for the build-up, Arthur, but I’m not sure ...
ARTHUR: Oh, come on, Douglas! Just find it!
DOUGLAS: Did you hide something on the plane, Gordon?
GORDON (before he even finishes the question): No.
DOUGLAS: Too fast. You did, didn’t you?
GORDON: No. I’m not a smuggler.
DOUGLAS: That’s true. So why else might you hide something? What was going on back then? You were getting divorced, of course ... Oh. Or did you suspect you were going to get divorced ...
GORDON: No!
DOUGLAS: ... because if you did, then suppose you could make your plane a lot more valuable than it looked? Then, come the divorce, you could let Carolyn take the house and the car and - indeed – the son, so long as you got the plane.
GORDON: No, if I’d done that, even you clowns would have found it by now.
DOUGLAS: Not if it was too small for us to find.
GORDON: Well, then I’d have taken it in St Petersburg.
DOUGLAS: Yes. So, it must be something that’s somehow big and small at the same time. What’s big and small at the same time?
ARTHUR: The Great Wall of China!
DOUGLAS: Ooh! Of course!
ARTHUR: Ah, finally. About time.
DOUGLAS: Thank you, Arthur! Look!
(Sound of a panel being opened.)
DOUGLAS: The wiring channels.
MARTIN: The wiring channels? I told you: I searched them. There’s nothing there.
DOUGLAS: Yes there is. There’s the Great Wall of China!
MARTIN: What are you talking about?
DOUGLAS: Big and small at the same time. Very very long, but very very narrow. Just like ...
(Sound of the wiring being wrenched out.)
DOUGLAS: ... these!
MARTIN: Some wires?
DOUGLAS: Not some wires; all the wires. Think of all the wiring on GERTI. Every instrument, every light, every generator – all connected from nose to tail, from wing-tip to wing-tip with miles and miles of electrical wiring.
MARTIN: But the wires have to be copper.
DOUGLAS: No. They have to conduct electricity. And what conducts electricity even better than copper but looks ... (sound of him stripping the wire) ... like this?
MARTIN (awestruck): Gold.
GORDON: Oh, spit.
CAROLYN (approaching): We’re back at last. We ... Gordon? What’s going on?
ARTHUR: Hi, Mum, Herc, Theresa! Dad dropped in. He’s off now, probably. Oh, and you know you said we couldn’t expect a fairytale ending?
CAROLYN: Yes.
ARTHUR: It turns out GERTI’s partly made of gold.
CAROLYN: Is she indeed?
DOUGLAS: Ah, hi, Carolyn. Yes, it turns out that just as Arthur kept his expensive brake pads wrapped up in a cheap van, his father kept his hoard of gold looped up and down a cheap aeroplane.
THERESA: But, Douglas, gold’s much heavier than copper.
DOUGLAS: Indeed.
MARTIN: Yes! So if you replaced all the copper with gold, surely the aircraft would become sluggish.
DOUGLAS: True.
MARTIN: Unresponsive.
DOUGLAS: Doubtless.
MARTIN: I mean, just generally very difficult to fly ... Oh my God!! All this time I thought I was a lousy pilot, I was flying a notoriously hard plane to fly! Which had been deliberately made harder to fly by ...
DOUGLAS: ... being partly made of gold!
CAROLYN: And all this time I was constantly at my wits’ end how to avoid being bankrupted by a plane ...
DOUGLAS: ... that was partly made of gold!
ARTHUR: And every time I brought you coffee ...
DOUGLAS: Yes?
ARTHUR: ... there was gold in the plane!
DOUGLAS: Yes! Though I’m not sure I catch the irony.
ARTHUR: I thought we were just saying things we did in the plane.
GORDON: All right, all right. Look, I-I’ll give you a deal.
CAROLYN: Gordon, I’ve said it before and I expect never ever to have to say it again. Get off Our Jet STILL.



MARTIN: Are you sure, Theresa?
THERESA: Of course. It’s completely your decision.
(Portacabin door opens.)
CAROLYN: Well, the nice man at the brokerage has given me an estimate on the gold.
DOUGLAS: And?
CAROLYN: Put it this way: there shall be buns for tea. A really very large number of absolutely top-quality buns. For instance, Martin, if you insist on hanging around here where you’re not wanted, I find I am in a position to match your starting salary at Swiss Airways.
MARTIN: Yes – or, I was thinking, now MJN is safe, you could use that to hire another captain.
CAROLYN: Oh, what an excellent decision, Martin.
ARTHUR: Are you going to Zurich, then, Skip?
MARTIN: I think so, Arthur. You understand, don’t you?
ARTHUR: Of course I do. You’re Mowgli.
MARTIN: Who?
ARTHUR: You’ve got to go to the human village, which is Zurich, with the girl with the water on her head, who’s Theresa, leaving behind Bagheera, who’s Mum, and Baloo ...
DOUGLAS: No-one is Baloo.
ARTHUR: I wanted to be Baloo.
DOUGLAS: Oh, fine! You’re Baloo.
ARTHUR: Brilliant.
CAROLYN: I shall advertise for a new pilot in the morning.
HERC: Well, given our recent discussion, Carolyn, and assuming you haven’t revised your opinion about stupid Zurich and its stupid clocks, I suppose I should be looking for a job in this country.
CAROLYN: But Herc, I can’t possibly match your salary, not even close!
HERC: No, no, but as discussed, I love you, and will do anything to be with you, so you have me rather over a barrel there. Besides, you can’t put a price on the fun I shall have being Douglas’ captain.
DOUGLAS: Oh, God.
CAROLYN: Herc.
HERC: Yes?
CAROLYN: I love you, Herc; but Douglas will be captain.



(In a flight deck.)
BING!
MARTIN: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is First Officer Martin Crieff, and it is my very great pleasure, on behalf of Captain Loutre and myself, to welcome you aboard this short Swiss Airways flight from Lyon to Zurich.
(Slight pause.)
MARTIN (in a perfect French accent): Bonsoir, mesdames et messieurs. Je suis le Premier Officier, Martin du Creff ...



(In GERTI’s flight deck.)
DOUGLAS: Okay: People Who Ought To Have Been Arch Enemies.
HERC: Ah! Donna Summer and Anna Wintour.
DOUGLAS: Very good! Vivienne Westwood and Clint Eastwood.
(Flight deck door opens.)
CAROLYN: Drivers. Now look: Arthur made them, but he’s busy in the galley. This does not count as me bringing you coffee.
(Sound of her putting the mugs down.)
DOUGLAS: Thank you, Mrs. Ship...
CAROLYN (interrupting): Don’t you dare.
HERC: Wayne Sleep and Rick Wakeman.
DOUGLAS: Yes!
CAROLYN: What’s this?
DOUGLAS: Arch Enemies.
CAROLYN: Oh! Erm ... Ruby Wax and John Wayne.
DOUGLAS: Excellent!
CAROLYN: Naturally.
(Flight deck door closes.)
DOUGLAS (into radio): Colombo Centre, good evening, this is Golf Tango India from OJS Air, joining you flight level three one zero, destination Addis Ababa.
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL (over radio): Roger, Golf Tango India. Maintain three one zero, turn right, heading two seven zero.
(GERTI’s engines change pitch briefly.)
DOUGLAS: Oh, rats.
HERC: What?
DOUGLAS: Well, look. Flying due west at seven p.m. We’ll have the sun in our eyes the whole way. I hate flying into the sunset.
HERC: Oh dear. Long trip, too. Tell you what: I know another game that’s rather fun on passenger flights. What you do is get a piece of fruit or something, then you take turns hiding ...
DOUGLAS: Yes, yes. I believe I know that one, actually.
HERC: Shall we do that, then? It does pass the time.
DOUGLAS: Why not?
(Intercom on.)
DOUGLAS: Arthur?
ARTHUR (over intercom): Yes, Skip?
DOUGLAS: The lemon is in play.
ARTHUR: Brilliant!

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