1. Larry and Louise are from British. They want to rent a house
Estate agent:Well, this is a hall.There’s a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, a study, a library… Larry:Well, there’s a library, Louise! Louise:What’s that room? Estate agent:That’s a bathroom, madam. Louise:Are there any shower? Estate agent:No, there aren’t.This is an old house, Madam.And this is the living room. Louise:Are those paintings original? Estate agent:Yes, I think so, Madam. Larry:Is there a television? Estate agent:No, there isn’t sir.But there is a piano.And the kitchen. Louise:There isn’t a fridge? Estate agent:Yes, there is. It’s over there. Louise:You call that fridge?Is there any water?I need a glass of water. Estate agent:Yes, madam.There are some glasses in that cupboard.Now let’s go upstairs.
2. The three are going upstairs.
Estate agent:Let’s have a look upstairs.Follow me. Louise:It’s very cold. Estate agent:Yes, Madam.The house is a hundred years old.The Travers family lived here for nearly eighty hundred years.There are five bedrooms.This is Mr. Travers’ bedroom. Larry:It’s cold in here. Louise:Yes, very cold. Estate agent:Don’t worry, madam.There is a central heating in the house.And this room here is the second bedroom. Larry:Ok, well. What do you think, Louise? Louise:I like it. Larry:Me too.Yup, we want it. Estate agent:Excellent.Let’s go back to my office and we can sign the contract.
3. Louise and Larry at the bar to celebrate the new house.
Larry:Good evening. Barman:Good evening sir, madam.What would you like to drink? Larry:Do you have champagne? Barman:Yes, sir. Larry:A bottle of champagne, please. Barman:Here you are. Louise:Cheers, Larry. Larry:Cheers, Louise, to our new house. Barman:You are British, aren’t you? Louise:Yes, that’s right.We’re from London. Larry:My wife and I just rented a big house in the village.Tonight is our first night there. Barman:The Travers family’s old house? Larry:Yes. Barman:Oh. Larry:Is there any problem? Barman:Didn’t they tell you? Larry:Tell us what? Barman:About the murder. Louise:Murder? Barman:Yes, Mr. Travers was murdered in that house in 1938… in his bed. Louise:Oh, Larry. Let’s go and find another hotel. Louise runs out of the bar. Larry calls her. Larry:Louise… your champagne… Louise.