Here is a little sketch wot I wrote: (A man and a woman sit in their drawing room drinking tea and reading the papers. The phone rings and the husband answers it.) PHONE: Don't speak. Don't ask questions. Just listen. We've got your daughter Lucy and we're going to kill her unless you give us ten thousand pounds tomorrow morning by the bridge. Got it? HUSBAND: But.. PHONE: Quiet. Ten thousand pounds. (The caller hangs up and the husband returns to his chair, sits, and reads his paper). WIFE: Who was that, dear? HUSBAND: Do we have a daughter at all? WIFE; No, dear. HUSBAND: Must've been a wrong number then. (He reads his paper nonchalently)
(From the "Rest" of RHF)