Monty Python's Flying Circus (1969) s02e09 Episode Script
How to Recognise Different Parts of the Body
1 (orchestra plays "A Pretty Girl Is Like a Melody") (song continues) (audience laughter) AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.
IT'S (Sousa's "Liberty Bell March" playing) MONTY PYTHON'S FLYING CIRCUS.
(music ends) Announcer: HOW TO RECOGNIZE DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE BODY.
(fart) NUMBER ONE: THE FOOT.
NUMBER TWO: THE SHOULDER.
(audience laughter) AND NUMBER THREE: THE OTHER FOOT.
(laughter) NUMBER FOUR: THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE.
NUMBER FIVE: THE NAUGHTY BITS.
(laughter) NUMBER SIX: JUST ABOVE THE ELBOW.
NUMBER SEVEN: TWO INCHES TO THE RIGHT OF A VERY NAUGHTY BIT INDEED.
(laughter) NUMBER EIGHT: THE KNEECAP.
Man: ONCE A JOLLY SWAGMAN CAMPED BY A BILLABONG UNDER THE SHADE OF A COOLIBAH-TREE (with Australian accent): GOODDAY, BRUCE! OH, HELLO, BRUCE.
HOW ARE YER, BRUCE? BIT CROOK, BRUCE.
WHERE'S BRUCE? HE'S NOT HERE, BRUCE.
BLIMEY, S'HO IN HERE, BRUCE.
S'HOT ENOUGH TO BOIL A MONKEY'S BUM.
(laughter) THAT'S A STRANGE EXPRESSION, BRUCE.
WELL, BRUCE, I HEARD THE PRIME MINISTER USE IT.
"S'HOT ENOUGH TO BOIL A MONKEY'S BUM IN 'ERE YOUR MAJESTY," HE SAID AND SHE SMILED QUIETLY TO HERSELF.
SHE'S A GOOD SHEILA, BRUCE AND NOT AT ALL STUCK-UP.
AH! HERE COMES THE BOSSFELLA NOW.
HOW ARE YOU, BRUCE? HELLO, BRUCE.
HOW ARE YOU, BRUCE? GENTLEMEN, I'D LIKE TO INTRODUCE A CHAP FROM POMMY LAND WHO'LL BE JOINING US THIS YEAR HERE IN THE PHILOSOPHY DEPARTMEN OF THE UNIVERSITY OF WOOLAMALOO.
(audience laughter) UH, MICHAEL BALDWIN, THIS IS BRUCE.
MICHAEL BALDWIN, THIS IS BRUCE.
MICHAEL BALDWIN, THIS IS BRUCE.
IS YOUR NAME NOT BRUCE, THEN? NO, IT'S MICHAEL.
THAT'S GOING TO CAUSE A LITTLE CONFUSION.
(laughter) MIND IF WE CALL YOU "BRUCE" JUST TO KEEP IT CLEAR? WELL, GENTLEMEN I THINK WE'D BETTER START THE MEETING.
BEFORE WE START, THOUGH I'LL ASK THE PADRE FOR A PRAYER.
O LORD, WE BESEECH THEE, HAVE MERCY ON OUR FACULTY, AMEN.
All: AMEN.
CRACK THE TUBES, RIGHT! ER, BRUCE, I NOW CALL UPON YOU TO WELCOME MR.
BALDWIN TO THE PHILOSOPHY DEPARTMENT.
I'D LIKE TO WELCOME THE POMMY BASTARD TO GOD'S OWN EARTH AND I'D LIKE TO REMIND HIM THAT WE DON'T LIKE STUCK-UP STICKY-BEAKS HERE.
All: HEAR, HEAR! WELL-SPOKEN, BRUCE.
NOW, BRUCE TEACHES CLASSICAL PHILOSOPHY BRUCE TEACHES HEGELIAN PHILOSOPHY BRUCE HERE TEACHES LOGICAL POSITIVISM AND IS ALSO IN CHARGE OF THE SHEEP-DIP.
(laughter) WHAT DOES NEW BRUCE TEACH? NEW BRUCE WILL BE TEACHING POLITICAL SCIENCE MACHIAVELLI, BENTHAM, LOCKE, HOBBES SUTCLIFFE, BRADMAN, LINDWALL, MILLER, HASSETT AND BENAUD.
THOSE ARE CRICKETERS, BRUCE.
OH, SPIT.
(laughter) HOWLS OF DERISIVE LAUGHTER, BRUCE.
IN ADDITION, AS HE'S GOING TO BE TEACHING POLITICS I'VE TOLD HIM HE'S WELCOME TO TEACH ANY OF THE GREA SOCIALIST THINKERS PROVIDED HE MAKES IT CLEAR THAT THEY WERE WRONG.
All: AUSTRALIA, AUSTRALIA, AUSTRALIA, AUSTRALIA WE LOVE YOU, AMEN.
(laughter) ANY QUESTIONS? NEW BRUCE, ARE YOU A POOFTAH? ARE YOU A POOFTAH? NO.
NO, RIGHT.
WELL, GENTLEMEN, I'LL JUST REMIND YOU OF THE FACULTY RULES.
RULE ONE: NO POOFTAHS.
RULE TWO: NO MEMBER OF THE FACULTY IS TO MALTREA THE ABOS IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER IF THERE'S ANYONE WATCHING.
RULE THREE: NO POOFTAHS.
RULE FOUR: I DON' WANT TO CATCH ANYONE NOT DRINKING IN THEIR ROOM AFTER LIGHTS OUT.
RULE FIVE: NO POOFTAHS.
RULE SIX: THERE IS NO RULE SIX.
RULE SEVEN: NO POOFTAHS.
THAT CONCLUDES THE READING OF THE RULES.
BRUCE? THIS HERE'S THE WATTLE THE EMBLEM OF OUR LAND.
YOU CAN STICK I IN A BOTTLE OR YOU CAN HOLD I IN YER HAND, AMEN.
All: AMEN.
GENTLEMEN, AT 6:00 I WANT EVERY MAN-BRUCE OF YOU IN THE SYDNEY HARBOUR BRIDGE ROOM TO TAKE A GLASS OF SHERRY WITH THE FLYING PHILOSOPHER, BRUCE AND I CALL UPON YOU, PADRE TO CLOSE THE MEETING WITH A PRAYER.
OH, LORD, WE BESEECH THEE ETC.
, ETC.
, ETC.
, AMEN.
All: AMEN.
RIGHT, LET'S GE SOME SHEILAS.
OKAY.
AH, ELEVENSES! THIS SHOULD TIDE US THIS SHOULD TIDE US OVER 'TIL LUNCHTIME.
RECKON SO, BRUCE.
SYDNEY NOLAN! WHAT'S THAT? NUMBER NINE: THE EAR.
NUMBER TEN: THE BIG TOE.
NUMBER 11: MORE NAUGHTY BITS.
NUMBER 12: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF A LADY.
NUMBER 13: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF A HORSE.
NUMBER 14: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF AN ANT.
NUMBER 15: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF REGINALD MAUDLING.
NUMBER 16: THE HAND.
GOOD EVENING.
I HAVE WITH ME IN THE STUDIO TONIGH MR.
NORMAN ST.
JOHN POLEVAULTER WHO, FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS, HAS BEEN CONTRADICTING PEOPLE.
MR.
POLEVAULTER, WHY DO YOU CONTRADICT PEOPLE? I DON'T.
YOU TOLD ME YOU DID.
I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT.
(laughter) OH, I SEE.
I'LL START AGAIN.
NO, YOU WON'T.
SHH! MR.
POLEVAULTER I UNDERSTAND YOU DON'T CONTRADICT PEOPLE.
YES, I DO.
WHEN DIDN'T YOU STAR CONTRADICTING PEOPLE? WELL, I DID IN 1952.
1952? 23 YEARS AGO? NO.
AND SO ON AND SO ON AND SO ON.
(laughter) AND NOW NUMBER 17: THE TOP OF THE HEAD.
NUMBER 18: THE FEATHER RARE.
NUMBER 19: THE NOSE.
(laughter) (marching music playing) (knock at door) Man: COME IN.
(laughter) AH, MR.
LUXURY YACHT.
DO SIT DOWN, PLEASE.
AH, NO, NO.
MY NAME IS SPELLED "LUXURY YACHT" BUT IT'S PRONOUNCED "THROATWOBBLER MANGROVE.
" AH, WELL, DO SIT DOWN, THEN MR.
THROATWOBBLER MANGROVE.
THANK YOU.
NOW, WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE TROUBLE? UM (laughter) I'D LIKE YOU TO PERFORM SOME PLASTIC SURGERY ON ME.
I SEE, AND WHICH PARTICULAR FEATURE OF YOUR ANATOMY IS CAUSING YOU DISTRESS? WELL, WELL, FOR A LONG TIME NOW, IN FAC EVEN WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I YOU KNOW, WHENEVER I LEFT HOME TO CATCH A BUS OR TO CATCH A TRAIN AND EVEN MY TENNIS HAS SUFFERED, ACTUALLY YES, TO BE ABSOLUTELY BLUN YOU'RE WORRIED ABOU YOUR ENORMOUS HOOTER.
NO! NO? YES.
YES, AND YOU WANT ME TO HACK A BIT OFF.
PLEASE.
FINE.
IT IS A STARTLER, ISN'T IT? UH, DO YOU MIND IF I, UH? WHAT? OH, NO, NOTHING, THEN.
WELL, I'LL JUS EXAMINE YOUR NOSE.
MR.
LUXURY YACHT, THIS, UM THIS NOSE OF YOURS IS FALSE.
IT'S MADE OF POLYSTYRENE.
AND YOUR OWN HOOTER'S A BEAUT.
NO PRUNING NECESSARY.
I'D STILL LIKE THE OPERATION.
WELL, YOU'VE HAD THE OPERATION, YOU STRANGE PERSON.
PLEASE DO AN OPERATION.
WELL, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
BUT ONLY IF YOU'LL COME ON A CAMPING HOLIDAY WITH ME.
HE ASKED ME! HE ASKED ME! (lighthearted melody plays) (laughter) NEXT WEEK, WE'LL BE SHOWING YOU HOW TO PICK UP AN ARCHITECT, HOW TO PULL A PRIME MINISTER AND HOW TO HAVE FUN WITH A WHOLESALE POULTERER.
BUT NOW, THE MEN OF THE DERBYSHIRE LIGHT INFANTRY ENTERTAIN US WITH A PRECISION DISPLAY OF BAD TEMPER.
Man: ATTENTION! All (in unison): MY GOODNESS ME! I AM IN A BAD TEMPER TODAY! ALL RIGHT, TWO, THREE, DAMN, DAMN, TWO, THREE I AM VEXED AND RATTY, TWO, THREE AND HOPPING MAD.
AND NEXT, THE MEN OF THE SECOND ARMOURED DIVISION REGALE US WITH THEIR FAMOUS CLOSE ORDER SWANNING ABOUT.
SQUAD CAMP IT UP! All: OOH, GET HER! WHOOPS! I'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER, DUCKY.
YOU COULDN'T AFFORD ME, DEAR, TWO, THREE.
I'LL SCRATCH YOUR EYES OUT.
DON'T COME THE BRIGADIER BI WITH US, DEAR.
WE ALL KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN YOU MILITARY FAIRY.
(laughter) WHOOPS, DON'T LOOK NOW, GIRLS.
THE MAJOR'S JUST MINCED IN WITH THAT DOLLY COLOR SERGEANT.
TWO, THREE.
OOH-HO! AND FINALLY ("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy"plays) GOD, IF THEY DON'T STOP, I'LL KILL MYSELF.
(music continues) I SWEAR, I WILL.
(music continues) ALL RIGHT, THAT'S IT! (gunshot) (laughter) Announcer: FOR THREE DAYS AND NIGHTS THE DISPLACED EYEBALL PLUMMETED EARTHWARD UNTIL (clinks, then rattles) (ding) (laughter) (vehicle approaching) OH! OH! (laughter) Woman: WHAT'S THIS? Man: KEEP LOW, KEEP DOWN, DON'T LAG BEHIND.
COME ON, EVERYBODY, THAT'S RIGHT.
KEEP CLOSE, THAT'S RIGHT.
WATCH OUT FOR THE KILLER CARS.
VROOM! (laughter) Announcer: YES, THE KILLER CARS.
FOR YEARS, THE CITY HAD BEEN PLAGUED BY EVER-INCREASING PEDESTRIAN CONGESTION.
IN AN ATTEMP TO ELIMINATE THIS PROBLEM CERTAIN FANATICAL CARS HAD TAKEN THE LAW INTO THEIR OWN HANDS.
VROOM, VROOM! (laughter) VROOM! V-V-VROOM.
BUT THE DAYS OF THE KILLER CARS WERE NUMBERED THANKS TO THE MIRACLE OF ATOMIC MUTATION.
(thundering footsteps) (laughter) VROOM! VROOM! (thundering footsteps approaching) (tires squeal) Man: OH, THANK YOU! YOU'VE SAVED OUR CITY! BUT AT WHAT COST? (slurping) (meowing and growling) Man: OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
(crowd cheers) YOU'VE SAVED OUR CITY.
(splat) OF COURSE, THERE WERE THOSE WHO CHOSE TO LEAVE TOWN.
(train whistle blows) THIS, THEN, IS THE STORY OF TWO OF THEM.
MORNING, SIR, CAN I HELP YOU? YES, WE'VE BOOKED ON YOUR FLIGHT FOR AMERICA.
OH, WE DON' FLY TO AMERICA.
OH! THE AMERICAN FLIGHT.
ON THE PLANE OH, YES.
OH, WE DO THAT, ALL RIGHT.
SAFE AS HOUSES, NO NEED FOR PANIC.
IS IT REALLY 37 AND SIX? 30 BOB I'M ROBBING MYSELF.
30 BOB? TWENTY-FIVE.
TWO QUID THE PAIR OF YOU.
THAT'S WITHOUT INSURANCE.
WELL, HOW MUCH IS IT WITH INSURANCE? 102 QUID.
THAT'S INCLUDING THE FLIGHT.
HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE? UH, LET ME PUT I THIS WAY NO IDEA.
SIX HOURS.
SIX? FIVE TEN FOR THE PAIR OF YOU.
OH, IS IT A JET? UH WELL, NO.
IT'S NOT SO MUCH A JET.
IT'S MORE YOUR TRIUMPH HERALD ENGINE WITH WINGS.
WHEN ARE YOU TAKING OFF? 3300 HOURS.
Man: WHAT? 2600 HOURS FOR THE PAIR OF YOU.
WHAT? HAVE THE INJECTIONS, YOU WON'T CARE.
WHAT INJECTIONS? BARLEY SUGAR INJECTIONS; CALM YOU DOWN.
THEY'RE COMPULSORY, BOARD OF TRADE, PROMISE.
OH, I DON'T LIKE THE SOUND OF INJECTIONS.
(imitates phone ringing) HELLO, YES, RIGHT.
YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE YOUR MIND UP STRAIGHT AWAY IF YOU'RE COMING OR NOT.
Both: YES.
RIGHT, YOU CAN' CHANGE YOUR MIND.
I'LL RING THE DEPARTURE LOUNGE.
HELLO? TWO MORE ON THE WAY, MRS.
TURPIN.
Woman: AH.
NOW, THE DUTY-FREE TROLLEY IS OVER THERE.
THERE'S SOME LOVELY DROP SCONES AND SOME DUTY-FREE BROCCOLI AND THERE'S FRESH ECCLES CAKES.
YOU'RE ALLOWED 200 EACH ON THE PLANE.
THE VERRIFAST PLANE COMPANY ANNOUNCE THE DEPARTURE OF FLIGHT ONE TO OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.
WILL PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT ONE PLEASE ASSEMBLE AT GATE ONE.
PASSENGERS ARE ADVISED THAT THERE IS STILL PLENTY OF TIME TO BUY ECCLES CAKES.
NEARLY READY.
(laughter) WILL PASSENGERS PLEASE GET READY FOR THEIR BARLEY SUGAR INJECTIONS.
(with Japanese accent): TODAY WE ALL TAKE VOW.
TODAY WE SMASH THE ENEMY FLEET! WE SMASH SMASH! (bellowing) THAT'S MR.
KAMIKAZE, THE PILOT.
HE'S VERY NICE, REALLY BUT MAKE SURE HE STAYS CLEAR OF BATTLESHIPS.
(dramatic music plays) Announcer: THERE HAVE BEEN MANY STIRRING TALES TOLD OF THE SEA AND ALSO SOME FAIRLY UNINTERESTING ONES ONLY MARGINALLY CONNECTED WITH IT, LIKE THIS ONE.
SORRY, THIS ISN'T A VERY GOOD ANNOUNCEMENT, SORRY.
AND HERE IS THE RESUL OF THE "WHERE TO PUT EDWARD HEATH'S STATUE" COMPETITION.
THE WINNER WAS A MR.
IVY NORTH WHO WINS TEN GUINEAS AND A VISI TO THE SAILORS' QUARTERS.
(all shouting and screaming) THAT WAS LAST YEAR'S REENACTMEN OF THE BATTLE OF PEARL HARBOR PERFORMED BY THE BATLEY TOWNSWOMEN'S GUILD.
IT WAS WRITTEN, DIRECTED AND PRODUCED BY MRS.
RITA FAIRBANKS.
HELLO AGAIN.
Reporter: AND WHA ARE YOUR LADIES GOING TO DO FOR US THIS YEAR? WELL, THIS YEAR WE DECIDED TO REENAC SOMETHING WITH A MORE MODERN FLAVOR.
WE HAD CONSIDERED A VERSION OF MICHAEL STEWART'S SPEECH ON NIGERIA AND THERE WERE SEVERAL VOTES ON THE COMMITTEE FOR A STAGING OF HERR WILLY BRANDT'S VISIT TO EAST GERMANY.
BUT WE'VE SETTLED INSTEAD FOR A DRAMATIZATION OF THE FIRST HEART TRANSPLANT.
INCIDENTALLY, MY SISTER MADGE WILL BE PLAYING THE PLUCKY LITTLE SPRINGBOK PIONEER DR.
CHRISTIAN BARNARD.
WELL, OFF WE GO, THEN WITH THE BATLEY TOWNSWOMEN'S GUILD REENACTMEN OF THE FIRS HEART TRANSPLANT.
(blows whistle) (all shouting) THE FIRST HEART TRANSPLANT.
BUT THIS IS NOT THE ONLY OPEN-AIR PRODUCTION HERE THAT HAS USED THE SEA.
THE THEATRICAL MANAGERS IN THIS AREA HAVE NOT BEEN SLOW TO APPRECIATE THE SEA'S TREMENDOUS DRAMATIC VALUE.
AND SOMEWHERE OUT IN THIS BAY IS THE FIRST UNDERWATER PRODUCTION OF MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
(muffled, gurgly Elizabethan speech begins) (gasping) (both take a deep breath) (muffled, gurgly speech resumes) SERVANT HO! FINE.
THE UNDERWATER VERSION OF MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
AND FURTHER OUT TO SEA HELLO, DOLLY! IS ALSO DOING GOOD BUSINESS.
(laughter) Men: HELLO, DOLLY AND OVER THERE ON THE OYSTER BEDS, FORMULA TWO CAR RACING.
(engine roaring) (tires screeching) Announcer: NUMBER 2O: THE ARMPITS.
NUMBER 21: THE BOTTOM TWO- THIRDS OF THE NAPE OF THE NECK.
(laughter) NUMBER 22: THE NIPPLE.
(laughter) Announcer on radio: And that concludes this week's episode of How to Recognize Different Parts of the Body adapted for radio by Ann Haydon-Jones and her husband, Pip.
And now we present the first episode of a new radio drama series The Death of Mary Queen of Scots.
Part one, the beginning.
(pleasant theme music plays) Man (with brogue): You are Mary Queen of Scots? Woman: I am.
(banging and pounding) (woman screeches) (banging and crashing) (glass shatters) (screeching, pounding and hooting) (chaotic banging and screaming continue) (pleasant theme music enters, under pounding) (pounding stops) Announcer: Episode two of The Death of Mary Queen of Scots can be heard on Radio 4 almost immediately.
(theme music begins again) (sawing) (screaming) (chaotic pounding, crashing and yelling) (silence) Man with brogue: I think she's dead.
Woman: No, I'm not.
(bullet whirs) (screaming and crashing resume) (theme music fades up as crashing stops) Announcer: That was Episode 2 of The Death of Mary Queen of Scots adapted for the radio by Bernard Hollowood and Brian London.
And now, Radio 4 will explode.
(theme music returns) (explosion) WE'LL HAVE TO WATCH THE TELLY, THEN.
YES.
WELL, WHAT'S ON THE TELEVISION, THEN? LOOKS LIKE A PENGUIN.
(laughter) NO, NO, NO, NO.
I DIDN'T MEAN WHAT'S ON THE TELEVISION SE I MEANT WHAT PROGRAM! OH.
OOH.
(softly): TALL AND TAN Both (softly): AND YOUNG AND HANDSOME THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA GOES WALKING.
FUNNY THAT PENGUIN BEING THERE, INNIT? WHAT'S IT DOING THERE? STANDING.
I CAN SEE THAT! IF IT LAYS AN EGG (laughter) IT WILL FALL DOWN THE BACK OF THE TELEVISION SET.
WE'LL HAVE TO WATCH THAT.
MMM.
UNLESS IT'S A MALE.
OOH, I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT.
YES, LOOKS FAIRLY BUTCH.
(laughter) PERHAPS IT COMES FROM NEXT DOOR.
PENGUINS DON'T COME FROM NEXT DOOR.
THEY COME FROM THE ANTARCTIC! BURMA! WHY DID YOU SAY "BURMA"? I PANICKED.
OH.
(laughter) PERHAPS IT'S FROM THE ZOO.
WHICH ZOO? HOW SHOULD I KNOW WHICH ZOO? I'M NO DR.
BLOODY BRONOWSKI! HOW DOES DR.
BRONOWSKI KNOW WHICH ZOO IT CAME FROM? HE KNOWS EVERYTHING.
OH, I WOULDN' LIKE THAT.
IT WOULD TAKE THE MYSTERY OUT OF LIFE.
ANYWAY, IF I CAME FROM THE ZOO IT WOULD HAVE "PROPERTY OF THE ZOO" STAMPED ON IT.
NO, IT WOULDN'T.
THEY DON'T STAMP ANIMALS "PROPERTY OF THE ZOO.
" YOU COULDN'T STAMP A HUGE LION.
THEY STAMP THEM WHEN THEY'RE SMALL.
(laughter) WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY MOLT? LIONS DON'T MOLT.
NO, BUT PENGUINS DO.
THERE, I'VE RUN RINGS ROUND YOU LOGICALLY.
OH, INTERCOURSE THE PENGUIN.
(laughter) It's just gone 8:00 and time for the penguin on top of your television set to explode.
HOW DID HE KNOW THA WAS GOING TO HAPPEN? It was an inspired guess.
And now NUMBER 23: THE SHIN.
NUMBER 24: REGINALD MAUDLING'S SHIN.
NUMBER 25: THE BRAIN.
NUMBER 26: MARGARET THATCHER'S BRAIN.
(laughter and applause) AND NUMBER 27: MORE NAUGHTY BITS.
NUMBER 28: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF THE CABINET.
NUMBER 29: THE INTERIOR OF A COUNTRY HOUSE.
THAT'S NOT A PAR OF THE BODY.
NO, IT'S A LINK, THOUGH.
I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS VERY GOOD.
NO, IT'S THE END OF THE SERIES.
THEY MUST BE RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS.
ALL RIGHT, DON'T ANYBODY MOVE.
THERE'S BEEN A MURDER.
A MURDER? NO, NO, NOT MURDER, NO.
WHAT'S LIKE A MURDER BUT BEGINS WITH "B"? BIRMINGHAM? NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
Other man: BURNLEY? BURNLEY, THAT'S RIGHT.
BURNLEY IN LANCASHIRE.
THERE'S BEEN A BURNLEY.
BURGLARY! BURGLARY.
YES, GOOD MAN.
BURGLARY THAT'S IT, OF COURSE.
THERE'S BEEN A BURGLARY.
WHERE? IN THE BACK, JUST BELOW THE RIB.
NO, THAT'S MURDER.
OH, NO IN THE, UH, THE BAND.
IN THE BAT BARCLAYS BAT.
BARCLAYS BANK? YES, NASTY BUSINESS.
GOT AWAY WITH £23,000.
ANY CLUES? ANY WHAT? WELL, ANY EVIDENCE AS TO WHO DID IT? ANY CLUES, EH? OH, WE DON' HALF TALK POSH, DO WE? (mockingly): I SUPPOSE WE SAY "EHNVELOPE" AND "LARNGERIE" AND "SARNDWICHES ON THE SETTEE.
" WELL, THIS IS A MURDER INVESTIGATION, YOUNG MAN AND MURDER IS A VERY SERIOUS BUSINESS! Other man: I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A BURGLARY.
(laughter) BURGLARY IS ALMOST AS SERIOUS A BUSINESS AS MURDER.
SOME BURGLARIES ARE MORE SERIOUS THAN MURDER.
A BURGLARY IN WHICH SOMEONE GETS STABBED IS MURDER.
SO DON'T COME THESE PETTY DISTINCTIONS WITH ME.
YOU'RE AS BAD AS A JUDGE.
RIGHT! NOW, THE FIRST THING TO DO IN THE EVENT OF A BREACH OF A PEACE OF ANY KIND IS TO GO AND SORRY, SORRY, I WAS MILES AWAY.
RING THE POLICE? RING THE POLICE.
YES, THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
GET THEM OVER HERE FAST.
NO, ON SECOND THOUGHTS GET THEM OVER HERE SLOWLY SO THEY DON' DROP ANYTHING.
SHALL I MAKE US ALL A CUP OF TEA? MAKE WHAT YOU LIKE, BOSKOVITCH.
IT WON'T HELP YOU IN COURT.
I BEG YOUR PARDON? I'M SORRY, SORRY.
THAT'S THE TROUBLE WITH BEING ON TWO CASES AT ONCE.
I KEEP THINKING I'VE GOT BOSKOVITCH CORNERED WHEREAS IN FACT, I'M INVESTIGATING A BURNLEY.
BURGLARY.
YES GOOD MAN.
(police siren wailing) WHO'S WHO'S BOSKOVITCH? HA! BOSKOVITCH IS A RUSSIAN SCIENTIS WHO'S PASSING INFORMATION TO THE RUSSIANS.
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION? OH, THERE HE GOES AGAIN.
"CLASSIFIED INFORMATION"? OH, SITTING ON THE SETTEE WITH OUR SCONES AND OUR CLASSIFIED INFORMATION? AH, HELLO, DUCKIE.
HELLO, SIR, HOW ARE YOU? FINE, THANKS, HOW ARE YOU? WELL, SIR I'M A LITTLE BI MOODY TODAY, SIR.
WHY IS THAT, DUCKIE? (music begins) BECAUSE I'M A LITTLE BI SAD AND LONELY NOW MY BABY'S GONE AWAY I'M FEELING KINDA BLUE, I DON'T KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO I FEEL A LITTLE SAD TODAY.
HE'S A LITTLE BIT SAD AND LONELY NOW HIS BABY'S GONE AWAY HE'S FEELING KINDA BLUE, HE DON'T KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO HE AIN'T FEELING TOO GOOD TODAY.
(horribly out of tune): WHEN I SMILE THE SUN COMES FLOODING IN WHEN I'M SAD IT GOES BEHIND THE CLOUDS AGAIN I'M A LITTLE BI SAD AND LONELY WELL, MY BABY'S GONE AWAY I'M FEELING KINDA ETCETERA, ETCETERA.
Inspector: LOVELY SONG.
Announcer: AND THAT'S THE FINAL ENTRY LA DERNIERE ENTREE, DAS FINAL ENTRY.
AND NOW, GUTEN ABEND.
DIE SCORES, DER SCORES, LES SCORES, DEL SCORES.
OH, SCORES HA! SCORES! YES, MONACO IS THE WINNER.
HA! MONACO IS THE LINNER.
OH, YES, MAN, MONACO'S WON DE BIG PRIZE, BWANA.
AND NOW, HERE IS CHIEF INSPECTOR JEAN-PAUL ZATAPATHIQUE WITH THE WINNING SONG, ONCE AGAIN.
Announcer: AND SO, INSPECTOR ZATAPATHIQUE THE FORENSIC EXPER FROM THE MONACO MURDER SQUAD SINGS HIS SONG, "BING TIDDLE TIDDLE BONG.
" (men humming soulful background harmony) QUOI? QUOI? TOUT LE MONDE, QUOI? POURQUOI? LE MONDE EST ROND MAIS MAIS JE NE SAIS PAS VRAIMENT D'HABITUDE MAIS JE PENSE (shouting, with chorus): BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, TIDDLE, TIDDLE, TIDDLE, BANG! BONG BING! BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, TIDDLE TIDDLE TIDDLE BING! BANG BONG! BANG TIDDLE TIDDLE U.
S.
DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION BANG! BING BANG! BANG! BANG BANG! BANG! (applause) BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, BANG TIDDLE TIDDLE BONG TIDDLE TIDDLE TIDDLE DING DING BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, BANG TIDDLE TIDDLE BONG TIDDLE TIDDLE TIDDLE DING DING BING TIDDLE TIDDLE BING BANG! (music ends) (applause and cheering) NUMBER 31: THE END.
(laughter and applause)
IT'S (Sousa's "Liberty Bell March" playing) MONTY PYTHON'S FLYING CIRCUS.
(music ends) Announcer: HOW TO RECOGNIZE DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE BODY.
(fart) NUMBER ONE: THE FOOT.
NUMBER TWO: THE SHOULDER.
(audience laughter) AND NUMBER THREE: THE OTHER FOOT.
(laughter) NUMBER FOUR: THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE.
NUMBER FIVE: THE NAUGHTY BITS.
(laughter) NUMBER SIX: JUST ABOVE THE ELBOW.
NUMBER SEVEN: TWO INCHES TO THE RIGHT OF A VERY NAUGHTY BIT INDEED.
(laughter) NUMBER EIGHT: THE KNEECAP.
Man: ONCE A JOLLY SWAGMAN CAMPED BY A BILLABONG UNDER THE SHADE OF A COOLIBAH-TREE (with Australian accent): GOODDAY, BRUCE! OH, HELLO, BRUCE.
HOW ARE YER, BRUCE? BIT CROOK, BRUCE.
WHERE'S BRUCE? HE'S NOT HERE, BRUCE.
BLIMEY, S'HO IN HERE, BRUCE.
S'HOT ENOUGH TO BOIL A MONKEY'S BUM.
(laughter) THAT'S A STRANGE EXPRESSION, BRUCE.
WELL, BRUCE, I HEARD THE PRIME MINISTER USE IT.
"S'HOT ENOUGH TO BOIL A MONKEY'S BUM IN 'ERE YOUR MAJESTY," HE SAID AND SHE SMILED QUIETLY TO HERSELF.
SHE'S A GOOD SHEILA, BRUCE AND NOT AT ALL STUCK-UP.
AH! HERE COMES THE BOSSFELLA NOW.
HOW ARE YOU, BRUCE? HELLO, BRUCE.
HOW ARE YOU, BRUCE? GENTLEMEN, I'D LIKE TO INTRODUCE A CHAP FROM POMMY LAND WHO'LL BE JOINING US THIS YEAR HERE IN THE PHILOSOPHY DEPARTMEN OF THE UNIVERSITY OF WOOLAMALOO.
(audience laughter) UH, MICHAEL BALDWIN, THIS IS BRUCE.
MICHAEL BALDWIN, THIS IS BRUCE.
MICHAEL BALDWIN, THIS IS BRUCE.
IS YOUR NAME NOT BRUCE, THEN? NO, IT'S MICHAEL.
THAT'S GOING TO CAUSE A LITTLE CONFUSION.
(laughter) MIND IF WE CALL YOU "BRUCE" JUST TO KEEP IT CLEAR? WELL, GENTLEMEN I THINK WE'D BETTER START THE MEETING.
BEFORE WE START, THOUGH I'LL ASK THE PADRE FOR A PRAYER.
O LORD, WE BESEECH THEE, HAVE MERCY ON OUR FACULTY, AMEN.
All: AMEN.
CRACK THE TUBES, RIGHT! ER, BRUCE, I NOW CALL UPON YOU TO WELCOME MR.
BALDWIN TO THE PHILOSOPHY DEPARTMENT.
I'D LIKE TO WELCOME THE POMMY BASTARD TO GOD'S OWN EARTH AND I'D LIKE TO REMIND HIM THAT WE DON'T LIKE STUCK-UP STICKY-BEAKS HERE.
All: HEAR, HEAR! WELL-SPOKEN, BRUCE.
NOW, BRUCE TEACHES CLASSICAL PHILOSOPHY BRUCE TEACHES HEGELIAN PHILOSOPHY BRUCE HERE TEACHES LOGICAL POSITIVISM AND IS ALSO IN CHARGE OF THE SHEEP-DIP.
(laughter) WHAT DOES NEW BRUCE TEACH? NEW BRUCE WILL BE TEACHING POLITICAL SCIENCE MACHIAVELLI, BENTHAM, LOCKE, HOBBES SUTCLIFFE, BRADMAN, LINDWALL, MILLER, HASSETT AND BENAUD.
THOSE ARE CRICKETERS, BRUCE.
OH, SPIT.
(laughter) HOWLS OF DERISIVE LAUGHTER, BRUCE.
IN ADDITION, AS HE'S GOING TO BE TEACHING POLITICS I'VE TOLD HIM HE'S WELCOME TO TEACH ANY OF THE GREA SOCIALIST THINKERS PROVIDED HE MAKES IT CLEAR THAT THEY WERE WRONG.
All: AUSTRALIA, AUSTRALIA, AUSTRALIA, AUSTRALIA WE LOVE YOU, AMEN.
(laughter) ANY QUESTIONS? NEW BRUCE, ARE YOU A POOFTAH? ARE YOU A POOFTAH? NO.
NO, RIGHT.
WELL, GENTLEMEN, I'LL JUST REMIND YOU OF THE FACULTY RULES.
RULE ONE: NO POOFTAHS.
RULE TWO: NO MEMBER OF THE FACULTY IS TO MALTREA THE ABOS IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER IF THERE'S ANYONE WATCHING.
RULE THREE: NO POOFTAHS.
RULE FOUR: I DON' WANT TO CATCH ANYONE NOT DRINKING IN THEIR ROOM AFTER LIGHTS OUT.
RULE FIVE: NO POOFTAHS.
RULE SIX: THERE IS NO RULE SIX.
RULE SEVEN: NO POOFTAHS.
THAT CONCLUDES THE READING OF THE RULES.
BRUCE? THIS HERE'S THE WATTLE THE EMBLEM OF OUR LAND.
YOU CAN STICK I IN A BOTTLE OR YOU CAN HOLD I IN YER HAND, AMEN.
All: AMEN.
GENTLEMEN, AT 6:00 I WANT EVERY MAN-BRUCE OF YOU IN THE SYDNEY HARBOUR BRIDGE ROOM TO TAKE A GLASS OF SHERRY WITH THE FLYING PHILOSOPHER, BRUCE AND I CALL UPON YOU, PADRE TO CLOSE THE MEETING WITH A PRAYER.
OH, LORD, WE BESEECH THEE ETC.
, ETC.
, ETC.
, AMEN.
All: AMEN.
RIGHT, LET'S GE SOME SHEILAS.
OKAY.
AH, ELEVENSES! THIS SHOULD TIDE US THIS SHOULD TIDE US OVER 'TIL LUNCHTIME.
RECKON SO, BRUCE.
SYDNEY NOLAN! WHAT'S THAT? NUMBER NINE: THE EAR.
NUMBER TEN: THE BIG TOE.
NUMBER 11: MORE NAUGHTY BITS.
NUMBER 12: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF A LADY.
NUMBER 13: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF A HORSE.
NUMBER 14: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF AN ANT.
NUMBER 15: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF REGINALD MAUDLING.
NUMBER 16: THE HAND.
GOOD EVENING.
I HAVE WITH ME IN THE STUDIO TONIGH MR.
NORMAN ST.
JOHN POLEVAULTER WHO, FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS, HAS BEEN CONTRADICTING PEOPLE.
MR.
POLEVAULTER, WHY DO YOU CONTRADICT PEOPLE? I DON'T.
YOU TOLD ME YOU DID.
I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT.
(laughter) OH, I SEE.
I'LL START AGAIN.
NO, YOU WON'T.
SHH! MR.
POLEVAULTER I UNDERSTAND YOU DON'T CONTRADICT PEOPLE.
YES, I DO.
WHEN DIDN'T YOU STAR CONTRADICTING PEOPLE? WELL, I DID IN 1952.
1952? 23 YEARS AGO? NO.
AND SO ON AND SO ON AND SO ON.
(laughter) AND NOW NUMBER 17: THE TOP OF THE HEAD.
NUMBER 18: THE FEATHER RARE.
NUMBER 19: THE NOSE.
(laughter) (marching music playing) (knock at door) Man: COME IN.
(laughter) AH, MR.
LUXURY YACHT.
DO SIT DOWN, PLEASE.
AH, NO, NO.
MY NAME IS SPELLED "LUXURY YACHT" BUT IT'S PRONOUNCED "THROATWOBBLER MANGROVE.
" AH, WELL, DO SIT DOWN, THEN MR.
THROATWOBBLER MANGROVE.
THANK YOU.
NOW, WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE TROUBLE? UM (laughter) I'D LIKE YOU TO PERFORM SOME PLASTIC SURGERY ON ME.
I SEE, AND WHICH PARTICULAR FEATURE OF YOUR ANATOMY IS CAUSING YOU DISTRESS? WELL, WELL, FOR A LONG TIME NOW, IN FAC EVEN WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I YOU KNOW, WHENEVER I LEFT HOME TO CATCH A BUS OR TO CATCH A TRAIN AND EVEN MY TENNIS HAS SUFFERED, ACTUALLY YES, TO BE ABSOLUTELY BLUN YOU'RE WORRIED ABOU YOUR ENORMOUS HOOTER.
NO! NO? YES.
YES, AND YOU WANT ME TO HACK A BIT OFF.
PLEASE.
FINE.
IT IS A STARTLER, ISN'T IT? UH, DO YOU MIND IF I, UH? WHAT? OH, NO, NOTHING, THEN.
WELL, I'LL JUS EXAMINE YOUR NOSE.
MR.
LUXURY YACHT, THIS, UM THIS NOSE OF YOURS IS FALSE.
IT'S MADE OF POLYSTYRENE.
AND YOUR OWN HOOTER'S A BEAUT.
NO PRUNING NECESSARY.
I'D STILL LIKE THE OPERATION.
WELL, YOU'VE HAD THE OPERATION, YOU STRANGE PERSON.
PLEASE DO AN OPERATION.
WELL, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
BUT ONLY IF YOU'LL COME ON A CAMPING HOLIDAY WITH ME.
HE ASKED ME! HE ASKED ME! (lighthearted melody plays) (laughter) NEXT WEEK, WE'LL BE SHOWING YOU HOW TO PICK UP AN ARCHITECT, HOW TO PULL A PRIME MINISTER AND HOW TO HAVE FUN WITH A WHOLESALE POULTERER.
BUT NOW, THE MEN OF THE DERBYSHIRE LIGHT INFANTRY ENTERTAIN US WITH A PRECISION DISPLAY OF BAD TEMPER.
Man: ATTENTION! All (in unison): MY GOODNESS ME! I AM IN A BAD TEMPER TODAY! ALL RIGHT, TWO, THREE, DAMN, DAMN, TWO, THREE I AM VEXED AND RATTY, TWO, THREE AND HOPPING MAD.
AND NEXT, THE MEN OF THE SECOND ARMOURED DIVISION REGALE US WITH THEIR FAMOUS CLOSE ORDER SWANNING ABOUT.
SQUAD CAMP IT UP! All: OOH, GET HER! WHOOPS! I'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER, DUCKY.
YOU COULDN'T AFFORD ME, DEAR, TWO, THREE.
I'LL SCRATCH YOUR EYES OUT.
DON'T COME THE BRIGADIER BI WITH US, DEAR.
WE ALL KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN YOU MILITARY FAIRY.
(laughter) WHOOPS, DON'T LOOK NOW, GIRLS.
THE MAJOR'S JUST MINCED IN WITH THAT DOLLY COLOR SERGEANT.
TWO, THREE.
OOH-HO! AND FINALLY ("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy"plays) GOD, IF THEY DON'T STOP, I'LL KILL MYSELF.
(music continues) I SWEAR, I WILL.
(music continues) ALL RIGHT, THAT'S IT! (gunshot) (laughter) Announcer: FOR THREE DAYS AND NIGHTS THE DISPLACED EYEBALL PLUMMETED EARTHWARD UNTIL (clinks, then rattles) (ding) (laughter) (vehicle approaching) OH! OH! (laughter) Woman: WHAT'S THIS? Man: KEEP LOW, KEEP DOWN, DON'T LAG BEHIND.
COME ON, EVERYBODY, THAT'S RIGHT.
KEEP CLOSE, THAT'S RIGHT.
WATCH OUT FOR THE KILLER CARS.
VROOM! (laughter) Announcer: YES, THE KILLER CARS.
FOR YEARS, THE CITY HAD BEEN PLAGUED BY EVER-INCREASING PEDESTRIAN CONGESTION.
IN AN ATTEMP TO ELIMINATE THIS PROBLEM CERTAIN FANATICAL CARS HAD TAKEN THE LAW INTO THEIR OWN HANDS.
VROOM, VROOM! (laughter) VROOM! V-V-VROOM.
BUT THE DAYS OF THE KILLER CARS WERE NUMBERED THANKS TO THE MIRACLE OF ATOMIC MUTATION.
(thundering footsteps) (laughter) VROOM! VROOM! (thundering footsteps approaching) (tires squeal) Man: OH, THANK YOU! YOU'VE SAVED OUR CITY! BUT AT WHAT COST? (slurping) (meowing and growling) Man: OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
(crowd cheers) YOU'VE SAVED OUR CITY.
(splat) OF COURSE, THERE WERE THOSE WHO CHOSE TO LEAVE TOWN.
(train whistle blows) THIS, THEN, IS THE STORY OF TWO OF THEM.
MORNING, SIR, CAN I HELP YOU? YES, WE'VE BOOKED ON YOUR FLIGHT FOR AMERICA.
OH, WE DON' FLY TO AMERICA.
OH! THE AMERICAN FLIGHT.
ON THE PLANE OH, YES.
OH, WE DO THAT, ALL RIGHT.
SAFE AS HOUSES, NO NEED FOR PANIC.
IS IT REALLY 37 AND SIX? 30 BOB I'M ROBBING MYSELF.
30 BOB? TWENTY-FIVE.
TWO QUID THE PAIR OF YOU.
THAT'S WITHOUT INSURANCE.
WELL, HOW MUCH IS IT WITH INSURANCE? 102 QUID.
THAT'S INCLUDING THE FLIGHT.
HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE? UH, LET ME PUT I THIS WAY NO IDEA.
SIX HOURS.
SIX? FIVE TEN FOR THE PAIR OF YOU.
OH, IS IT A JET? UH WELL, NO.
IT'S NOT SO MUCH A JET.
IT'S MORE YOUR TRIUMPH HERALD ENGINE WITH WINGS.
WHEN ARE YOU TAKING OFF? 3300 HOURS.
Man: WHAT? 2600 HOURS FOR THE PAIR OF YOU.
WHAT? HAVE THE INJECTIONS, YOU WON'T CARE.
WHAT INJECTIONS? BARLEY SUGAR INJECTIONS; CALM YOU DOWN.
THEY'RE COMPULSORY, BOARD OF TRADE, PROMISE.
OH, I DON'T LIKE THE SOUND OF INJECTIONS.
(imitates phone ringing) HELLO, YES, RIGHT.
YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE YOUR MIND UP STRAIGHT AWAY IF YOU'RE COMING OR NOT.
Both: YES.
RIGHT, YOU CAN' CHANGE YOUR MIND.
I'LL RING THE DEPARTURE LOUNGE.
HELLO? TWO MORE ON THE WAY, MRS.
TURPIN.
Woman: AH.
NOW, THE DUTY-FREE TROLLEY IS OVER THERE.
THERE'S SOME LOVELY DROP SCONES AND SOME DUTY-FREE BROCCOLI AND THERE'S FRESH ECCLES CAKES.
YOU'RE ALLOWED 200 EACH ON THE PLANE.
THE VERRIFAST PLANE COMPANY ANNOUNCE THE DEPARTURE OF FLIGHT ONE TO OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.
WILL PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT ONE PLEASE ASSEMBLE AT GATE ONE.
PASSENGERS ARE ADVISED THAT THERE IS STILL PLENTY OF TIME TO BUY ECCLES CAKES.
NEARLY READY.
(laughter) WILL PASSENGERS PLEASE GET READY FOR THEIR BARLEY SUGAR INJECTIONS.
(with Japanese accent): TODAY WE ALL TAKE VOW.
TODAY WE SMASH THE ENEMY FLEET! WE SMASH SMASH! (bellowing) THAT'S MR.
KAMIKAZE, THE PILOT.
HE'S VERY NICE, REALLY BUT MAKE SURE HE STAYS CLEAR OF BATTLESHIPS.
(dramatic music plays) Announcer: THERE HAVE BEEN MANY STIRRING TALES TOLD OF THE SEA AND ALSO SOME FAIRLY UNINTERESTING ONES ONLY MARGINALLY CONNECTED WITH IT, LIKE THIS ONE.
SORRY, THIS ISN'T A VERY GOOD ANNOUNCEMENT, SORRY.
AND HERE IS THE RESUL OF THE "WHERE TO PUT EDWARD HEATH'S STATUE" COMPETITION.
THE WINNER WAS A MR.
IVY NORTH WHO WINS TEN GUINEAS AND A VISI TO THE SAILORS' QUARTERS.
(all shouting and screaming) THAT WAS LAST YEAR'S REENACTMEN OF THE BATTLE OF PEARL HARBOR PERFORMED BY THE BATLEY TOWNSWOMEN'S GUILD.
IT WAS WRITTEN, DIRECTED AND PRODUCED BY MRS.
RITA FAIRBANKS.
HELLO AGAIN.
Reporter: AND WHA ARE YOUR LADIES GOING TO DO FOR US THIS YEAR? WELL, THIS YEAR WE DECIDED TO REENAC SOMETHING WITH A MORE MODERN FLAVOR.
WE HAD CONSIDERED A VERSION OF MICHAEL STEWART'S SPEECH ON NIGERIA AND THERE WERE SEVERAL VOTES ON THE COMMITTEE FOR A STAGING OF HERR WILLY BRANDT'S VISIT TO EAST GERMANY.
BUT WE'VE SETTLED INSTEAD FOR A DRAMATIZATION OF THE FIRST HEART TRANSPLANT.
INCIDENTALLY, MY SISTER MADGE WILL BE PLAYING THE PLUCKY LITTLE SPRINGBOK PIONEER DR.
CHRISTIAN BARNARD.
WELL, OFF WE GO, THEN WITH THE BATLEY TOWNSWOMEN'S GUILD REENACTMEN OF THE FIRS HEART TRANSPLANT.
(blows whistle) (all shouting) THE FIRST HEART TRANSPLANT.
BUT THIS IS NOT THE ONLY OPEN-AIR PRODUCTION HERE THAT HAS USED THE SEA.
THE THEATRICAL MANAGERS IN THIS AREA HAVE NOT BEEN SLOW TO APPRECIATE THE SEA'S TREMENDOUS DRAMATIC VALUE.
AND SOMEWHERE OUT IN THIS BAY IS THE FIRST UNDERWATER PRODUCTION OF MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
(muffled, gurgly Elizabethan speech begins) (gasping) (both take a deep breath) (muffled, gurgly speech resumes) SERVANT HO! FINE.
THE UNDERWATER VERSION OF MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
AND FURTHER OUT TO SEA HELLO, DOLLY! IS ALSO DOING GOOD BUSINESS.
(laughter) Men: HELLO, DOLLY AND OVER THERE ON THE OYSTER BEDS, FORMULA TWO CAR RACING.
(engine roaring) (tires screeching) Announcer: NUMBER 2O: THE ARMPITS.
NUMBER 21: THE BOTTOM TWO- THIRDS OF THE NAPE OF THE NECK.
(laughter) NUMBER 22: THE NIPPLE.
(laughter) Announcer on radio: And that concludes this week's episode of How to Recognize Different Parts of the Body adapted for radio by Ann Haydon-Jones and her husband, Pip.
And now we present the first episode of a new radio drama series The Death of Mary Queen of Scots.
Part one, the beginning.
(pleasant theme music plays) Man (with brogue): You are Mary Queen of Scots? Woman: I am.
(banging and pounding) (woman screeches) (banging and crashing) (glass shatters) (screeching, pounding and hooting) (chaotic banging and screaming continue) (pleasant theme music enters, under pounding) (pounding stops) Announcer: Episode two of The Death of Mary Queen of Scots can be heard on Radio 4 almost immediately.
(theme music begins again) (sawing) (screaming) (chaotic pounding, crashing and yelling) (silence) Man with brogue: I think she's dead.
Woman: No, I'm not.
(bullet whirs) (screaming and crashing resume) (theme music fades up as crashing stops) Announcer: That was Episode 2 of The Death of Mary Queen of Scots adapted for the radio by Bernard Hollowood and Brian London.
And now, Radio 4 will explode.
(theme music returns) (explosion) WE'LL HAVE TO WATCH THE TELLY, THEN.
YES.
WELL, WHAT'S ON THE TELEVISION, THEN? LOOKS LIKE A PENGUIN.
(laughter) NO, NO, NO, NO.
I DIDN'T MEAN WHAT'S ON THE TELEVISION SE I MEANT WHAT PROGRAM! OH.
OOH.
(softly): TALL AND TAN Both (softly): AND YOUNG AND HANDSOME THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA GOES WALKING.
FUNNY THAT PENGUIN BEING THERE, INNIT? WHAT'S IT DOING THERE? STANDING.
I CAN SEE THAT! IF IT LAYS AN EGG (laughter) IT WILL FALL DOWN THE BACK OF THE TELEVISION SET.
WE'LL HAVE TO WATCH THAT.
MMM.
UNLESS IT'S A MALE.
OOH, I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT.
YES, LOOKS FAIRLY BUTCH.
(laughter) PERHAPS IT COMES FROM NEXT DOOR.
PENGUINS DON'T COME FROM NEXT DOOR.
THEY COME FROM THE ANTARCTIC! BURMA! WHY DID YOU SAY "BURMA"? I PANICKED.
OH.
(laughter) PERHAPS IT'S FROM THE ZOO.
WHICH ZOO? HOW SHOULD I KNOW WHICH ZOO? I'M NO DR.
BLOODY BRONOWSKI! HOW DOES DR.
BRONOWSKI KNOW WHICH ZOO IT CAME FROM? HE KNOWS EVERYTHING.
OH, I WOULDN' LIKE THAT.
IT WOULD TAKE THE MYSTERY OUT OF LIFE.
ANYWAY, IF I CAME FROM THE ZOO IT WOULD HAVE "PROPERTY OF THE ZOO" STAMPED ON IT.
NO, IT WOULDN'T.
THEY DON'T STAMP ANIMALS "PROPERTY OF THE ZOO.
" YOU COULDN'T STAMP A HUGE LION.
THEY STAMP THEM WHEN THEY'RE SMALL.
(laughter) WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY MOLT? LIONS DON'T MOLT.
NO, BUT PENGUINS DO.
THERE, I'VE RUN RINGS ROUND YOU LOGICALLY.
OH, INTERCOURSE THE PENGUIN.
(laughter) It's just gone 8:00 and time for the penguin on top of your television set to explode.
HOW DID HE KNOW THA WAS GOING TO HAPPEN? It was an inspired guess.
And now NUMBER 23: THE SHIN.
NUMBER 24: REGINALD MAUDLING'S SHIN.
NUMBER 25: THE BRAIN.
NUMBER 26: MARGARET THATCHER'S BRAIN.
(laughter and applause) AND NUMBER 27: MORE NAUGHTY BITS.
NUMBER 28: THE NAUGHTY BITS OF THE CABINET.
NUMBER 29: THE INTERIOR OF A COUNTRY HOUSE.
THAT'S NOT A PAR OF THE BODY.
NO, IT'S A LINK, THOUGH.
I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS VERY GOOD.
NO, IT'S THE END OF THE SERIES.
THEY MUST BE RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS.
ALL RIGHT, DON'T ANYBODY MOVE.
THERE'S BEEN A MURDER.
A MURDER? NO, NO, NOT MURDER, NO.
WHAT'S LIKE A MURDER BUT BEGINS WITH "B"? BIRMINGHAM? NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
Other man: BURNLEY? BURNLEY, THAT'S RIGHT.
BURNLEY IN LANCASHIRE.
THERE'S BEEN A BURNLEY.
BURGLARY! BURGLARY.
YES, GOOD MAN.
BURGLARY THAT'S IT, OF COURSE.
THERE'S BEEN A BURGLARY.
WHERE? IN THE BACK, JUST BELOW THE RIB.
NO, THAT'S MURDER.
OH, NO IN THE, UH, THE BAND.
IN THE BAT BARCLAYS BAT.
BARCLAYS BANK? YES, NASTY BUSINESS.
GOT AWAY WITH £23,000.
ANY CLUES? ANY WHAT? WELL, ANY EVIDENCE AS TO WHO DID IT? ANY CLUES, EH? OH, WE DON' HALF TALK POSH, DO WE? (mockingly): I SUPPOSE WE SAY "EHNVELOPE" AND "LARNGERIE" AND "SARNDWICHES ON THE SETTEE.
" WELL, THIS IS A MURDER INVESTIGATION, YOUNG MAN AND MURDER IS A VERY SERIOUS BUSINESS! Other man: I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A BURGLARY.
(laughter) BURGLARY IS ALMOST AS SERIOUS A BUSINESS AS MURDER.
SOME BURGLARIES ARE MORE SERIOUS THAN MURDER.
A BURGLARY IN WHICH SOMEONE GETS STABBED IS MURDER.
SO DON'T COME THESE PETTY DISTINCTIONS WITH ME.
YOU'RE AS BAD AS A JUDGE.
RIGHT! NOW, THE FIRST THING TO DO IN THE EVENT OF A BREACH OF A PEACE OF ANY KIND IS TO GO AND SORRY, SORRY, I WAS MILES AWAY.
RING THE POLICE? RING THE POLICE.
YES, THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
GET THEM OVER HERE FAST.
NO, ON SECOND THOUGHTS GET THEM OVER HERE SLOWLY SO THEY DON' DROP ANYTHING.
SHALL I MAKE US ALL A CUP OF TEA? MAKE WHAT YOU LIKE, BOSKOVITCH.
IT WON'T HELP YOU IN COURT.
I BEG YOUR PARDON? I'M SORRY, SORRY.
THAT'S THE TROUBLE WITH BEING ON TWO CASES AT ONCE.
I KEEP THINKING I'VE GOT BOSKOVITCH CORNERED WHEREAS IN FACT, I'M INVESTIGATING A BURNLEY.
BURGLARY.
YES GOOD MAN.
(police siren wailing) WHO'S WHO'S BOSKOVITCH? HA! BOSKOVITCH IS A RUSSIAN SCIENTIS WHO'S PASSING INFORMATION TO THE RUSSIANS.
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION? OH, THERE HE GOES AGAIN.
"CLASSIFIED INFORMATION"? OH, SITTING ON THE SETTEE WITH OUR SCONES AND OUR CLASSIFIED INFORMATION? AH, HELLO, DUCKIE.
HELLO, SIR, HOW ARE YOU? FINE, THANKS, HOW ARE YOU? WELL, SIR I'M A LITTLE BI MOODY TODAY, SIR.
WHY IS THAT, DUCKIE? (music begins) BECAUSE I'M A LITTLE BI SAD AND LONELY NOW MY BABY'S GONE AWAY I'M FEELING KINDA BLUE, I DON'T KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO I FEEL A LITTLE SAD TODAY.
HE'S A LITTLE BIT SAD AND LONELY NOW HIS BABY'S GONE AWAY HE'S FEELING KINDA BLUE, HE DON'T KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO HE AIN'T FEELING TOO GOOD TODAY.
(horribly out of tune): WHEN I SMILE THE SUN COMES FLOODING IN WHEN I'M SAD IT GOES BEHIND THE CLOUDS AGAIN I'M A LITTLE BI SAD AND LONELY WELL, MY BABY'S GONE AWAY I'M FEELING KINDA ETCETERA, ETCETERA.
Inspector: LOVELY SONG.
Announcer: AND THAT'S THE FINAL ENTRY LA DERNIERE ENTREE, DAS FINAL ENTRY.
AND NOW, GUTEN ABEND.
DIE SCORES, DER SCORES, LES SCORES, DEL SCORES.
OH, SCORES HA! SCORES! YES, MONACO IS THE WINNER.
HA! MONACO IS THE LINNER.
OH, YES, MAN, MONACO'S WON DE BIG PRIZE, BWANA.
AND NOW, HERE IS CHIEF INSPECTOR JEAN-PAUL ZATAPATHIQUE WITH THE WINNING SONG, ONCE AGAIN.
Announcer: AND SO, INSPECTOR ZATAPATHIQUE THE FORENSIC EXPER FROM THE MONACO MURDER SQUAD SINGS HIS SONG, "BING TIDDLE TIDDLE BONG.
" (men humming soulful background harmony) QUOI? QUOI? TOUT LE MONDE, QUOI? POURQUOI? LE MONDE EST ROND MAIS MAIS JE NE SAIS PAS VRAIMENT D'HABITUDE MAIS JE PENSE (shouting, with chorus): BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, TIDDLE, TIDDLE, TIDDLE, BANG! BONG BING! BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, TIDDLE TIDDLE TIDDLE BING! BANG BONG! BANG TIDDLE TIDDLE U.
S.
DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION BANG! BING BANG! BANG! BANG BANG! BANG! (applause) BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, BANG TIDDLE TIDDLE BONG TIDDLE TIDDLE TIDDLE DING DING BING TIDDLE TIDDLE, BANG TIDDLE TIDDLE BONG TIDDLE TIDDLE TIDDLE DING DING BING TIDDLE TIDDLE BING BANG! (music ends) (applause and cheering) NUMBER 31: THE END.
(laughter and applause)