Peg:Raf,takealookatthesedrawings.(Shehandedhimthenotebook.)
Raf:Ah,anartist.(Heturnedthepages.)Agoodartist…
(Heturnedafewpagesandstoodup,turningtoStephen.)So,myboy…whatareyoudoingnow?IhaveanillustrationprojectIwanttostart,butnoonecanhelpme…
Stephen:(jumpedwithexcitement)Whatastrokeofluck!
Scene2〈AnArgument〉
(StephenandPegwerewalking.)
Peg:How’syourworkdoing?
Stephen:(smiling)Great!Thesuppliesthatyougavemelastweekarewonderful.Theyreallyhelpmealot.
Peg:It’ssonicetohearthat.Youdohelpusalot…(Shestoppedtalking.Insteadof
hersmile,shemadearmscrossed,lookingdirectlytothatwhereRafwastalkingwithtwowell-dressedmen.Theyalllookedtense.)
Stephen:(withlowervoice)Oh-oh…
Peg:(ShewalkedtoRaf,standingonhisrightandtakingaprotectivestance.)
Anythingwrong?
Man:(talkingtoPegwithanoilyvoice)YoumustbeProfessorLeon’sstudent.I’m
BrianFirthandthisisPaulTaylor.(introducinghispartner)WearetheownersofTibiaMaxima…
Peg:(interruptedhimandsmiledcoldly)Ahyes,thebonesmugglers.Ireadaboutthepoliceraid,wheretheyfoundthestolendinosaurfossils…
BrianFirth:(AnembarrassedsmileslowlyfilledhisfacewhilePaulTaylorturnedredwithanger)Eh,actually,wearerunningacompletelydifferentoperation,strictlylegal.
Peg:(smiledmorecoldly)Legal?Whatafa-a-ascinatingidea!Buthow?
BrianFirth:I’msohappyyouasked.(reachedintothebreastpocketofhisexpensivelinensuit)Here’smycard.WewerejusttryingtopersuadeProfessorDeLeontosupplyuswithafewpieces…
PaulTaylor:(slowlyrelaxinghisangryface)We’rewillingtopaytopdollars,ofcourse.
Raf:(sighedandshookhishead)Youwantmetosellmycountry’snationaltreasure
toprivatecollectors,sotheycandecoratetheirfancylivingroom.Gentlemen,
asIhavetoldyoubefore,youandIarenotonthesamesideofthefence.I
onlyworkwithmuseumsandpeoplewhoseektoeducatethepublic.
PaulTaylor:Afinespeech,Professor,butIknowyouarerunningoutofmoney…
Raf:Moneyisofnoconcerntome.Onlyscienceismygoal.
BrianFirth:We’llpayyouenoughtocoversixmonth’sdigging.You’llbeabletoliveinstyleandbuildarealresearchstation…
Peg:Comeon,Raf.(Shecrumpledthebusinesscardandtosseditonthefloor.)Wedon’thavetolistentothis