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- It’s a disaster, Carter!
- What do you mean? Sir?
- I spoke to the director- general yesterday, Carter.
- Oh, What did he day?
- He said it was a disaster.
- Yes it is, isn’t it? Still that’s life. Er.. what are we talking about, sir?
- About the Hugo Peters case, of course-what do you think? Now, Temple’s in prison, isn’t he? How long has he been there?
- Since December last year.
- So he’s been there for 3 months, but what about Hugo Peters? I want you to arrest Hugo Peters, Carter.
- What for, sir? I can’t just go out to him and say:” I’m arresting you, Mr. Peters, because we haven’t arrested enough people this month.”
- Don’t be an idiot, Carter. Just go to his apartment and look around.
- But what are we expecting to find there, sir?
- I don’t know, but don’t come back until you’ve found something.
- Very well, sir.
- This is urgent, Carter. Go there immediately and take a couple of men with you. You can have Henson and Bedges.
- Ok, this is how we will do it: I’ll stay in the car, and you two can go up to the apartment. Keep your gun in your jacket until you get there.
- May I ask a question, sir?
- Yes Henson?
- I’m Bedges, actually, sir. Er, how many people will there be in the apartment?
- How many people? I don’t know, do I?
- Perhaps nobody at all, or perhaps there will be sixteen angry, violent dangerous men with guns and bombs.
- But there are only two of us, sir? Will that be enough?
- Do you have a better idea?
- May I ask a question, sir? Why are you staying in the car? Why don’t we all go up to the apartment?
- If you don’t like your job, Henson, you can always go and direct traffic.
- Sorry, sir.
- If I may ask one other question, sir?
- Well, Bedges? What’s it now?
- I’m Henson in fact, sir What’s the number of the apartment?
- It’s er..3B. Yes, it's apartment 3b.
- It's on the third floor, opposite the elevator.
- What a life. Nobody ever comes to see me, nobody ever calls, nothing ever happens. What’s the use?
- Oh, I’ll go to bed, only not?
- Gee, no! I haven’t taken my stuff to the Laundromat. I don’t have any clean sheet! They’re all dirty! Oh, I’ll sleep in the blanket; what does it matter? No, wait a minute; I’ll use the tablecloth! I’ll just take my clothes off. My God – who’s that? Is there Annie, perhaps?
- Open the door, immediately!
- Who’s there?
- Police! Open up immediately!
- Gee, I think you have the wrong apartment. Aaagh!!! May I put on some clothes, please?
- I’ll just be a couple of minutes!
- Stank back!
- We’re coming in!
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