Research Workers

05/05/05

TOM THOMAS, A LECTURER, IS HURRYING TO A CLASS. A YOUNG WOMAN PASSES HIM. HE SMILES. SHE SMILES. HE STOPS, TURNS TO LOOK AT HER BUT WHEN HE TURNS BACK TO PROCEED ON HIS WAY HE SEES THE CYNICAL FACE OF REG WILSON, GRINNING.

WILSON: Good looking eh?
THOMAS: Who?
WILSON: Who! (nods to the woman who passed)
THOMAS: Yes, I suppose so.
WILSON: Ray in Maths.
THOMAS: Ray in Maths what?
WILSON: Ray Ellworthy, Maths, you know, and her: a unit.
WILSON: O him. HIM! Ray? He's married with three kids.
THOMAS: I know. A real tragedy.

WILSON MOCKS BEING SAD. THEN A SLOW GRIN APPEARS.

WILSON: Grow up Tom. It's life. It's the way we're made. Haven't you heard of the origin of species?
THOMAS: Huh! Where're you off?
WILSON: (Shows a paper he is carrying) Research.
THOMAS: Research my foot!......