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FORTY THREE

Hamlet

Tragic music in background.

CAPTION: Hamlet

CAPTION: By William Shakespeare

CAPTION: Act One

Quick cut to a close shot of a big American car skidding round a corner. Music. Montage of close ups of tyres, foot on accelerator shots, etc. with a defening sound track. The car skids to a halt at the side of the kerb. Pull out to reveal it is in a smart Harley Street type location. The door opens and out gets a man in black leotard, with make-up and a small crown -- Hamlet, in fact. He goes into a doorway, presses the doorbell and waits. Cut to modern psychiatrist's office. Hamlet is lying on the couch.

Hamlet (Terry J.)
It's just that everywhere I go it's the same old thing. All anyone wants me to say is `To be or not to be ...'
Psychiatrist (Graham)
`... that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous ...'
Hamlet
(quickly) Yes, it's either that, or `Oh that this too solid flesh would melt ...'
Psychiatrist
(taking over) `... would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self slaughter ...'
Hamlet
Yes. All that sort of thing. And I'm just getting really fed up.
Psychiatrist
(picking up a skull) Now do the bit about `Alas poor Yorick ...'
Hamlet
No. I'm sick of it! I want to do something else. I want to make something of my life.
Psychiatrist
No. I don't know that bit.
Hamlet
I want to get away from all that. Be different.
Psychiatrist
Well um ... what do you want to be?
Hamlet
A private dick!
Psychiatrist
Why do you want to be a private dick?
Hamlet
Ooh ... why does anyone want to be a private dick? Fame, money, glamour, excitement, sex!
Psychiatrist
Ah! It's the sex, is it?
Hamlet
Well, that's one of the things, yes.
Psychiatrist
Yes, what's the sex problem?
Hamlet
Well, there's no problem.
Psychiatrist
Now, come on, come on. You've got the girl on the bed and she's all ready for it.
Hamlet
No, no, it's nothing to do with that.
Psychiatrist
(getting excited) Now come on, come on, there she is, she's all ready for it. She's a real stunner, she's got great big tits, she's really well stacked and you've got her legs up against the mantelpiece.
Dr Natal (Eric)
All right, Mr Butler, I'll take over. (a distinguished-looking man in a suit enters; the psychiatrist leaves) Morning, Mr Hamlet. My name's Natal. Sorry to keep you waiting. Now what seems to be the problem.
Hamlet
Well, I was telling the other psychiatrist ...
Dr Natal
He's ... he's not a psychiatrist.
Hamlet
Oh. He said he was a psychiatrist.
Dr Natal
Well ... yes ... um, he's a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want. Anyway the problem I believe is basically sexual is it?

The psychiatrist puts his head round door.

Psychiatrist
I asked him that!
Dr Natal
Get out! (the psychiatrist goes; to Hamlet) Now then, you've got the girl on the bed. You've been having a bit of a feel up during the evening. You've got your tongue down her throat. She's got both her legs up on the mantelpiece ...

Enter a distinguished-looking psychiatrist in a white coat.

Third Psychiatrist (Michael)
(quietly and authoritatively, indicating the door) Dr Natal ... out please!
Dr Natal
I'm talking to a patient! Oh ... (he goes)
Third Psychiatrist
Out please! I'm terribly sorry, sir. We have a lot of problems here with bogus psychiatrists. One of the risks in psychiatry I'm afraid. Unfortunately they do tend to frighten the patient and they can cause real and permanent damage to the treatment. But I assure you that I am a completely bona fide psychiatrist. Here's my diploma in psychiatry from the University of Oxford. This here shows that I'm a member of the British Psychiatric Association, a very important body indeed. Here's a letter from another psychiatrist in which he mentions that I'm a psychiatrist. This is my Psychiatric Club tie, and as you can see the cufflinks match. I've got a copy of `Psychiatry Today' in my bag, which I think is pretty convincing. And a letter here from my mother in which she asks how the psychiatry is going, and I think you'll realize that the one person you can't fool is your mother. So if you'd like to ask me any questions abut psychiatry, I bet I can answer them.
Hamlet
No, no, it's all right, really.
Third Psychiatrist
OK, you've got this girl on your bed, you've had a few drinks, you've got her stretched out and her feet on the mantelpiece ... (the intercom buzzes) yes, what is it?
Intercom Voice (?)
There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr Rufus Berg.
Third Psychiatrist
Oh, oh my God! Ok, thank you. (he hurriedly changes into a police constable's uniform) Right, thank you very much for answering the questions, sir. We'll try not to trouble you again, sir. (exits hurriedly)

A fourth psychiatrist rushes in.

Fourth Psychiatrist (Terry G.)
Right you've got the girl down on the bed, you've got her legs up on the mantelpiece.

Two men in white coats bundle him out. Dr Natal Enters.

Dr Natal
Well, well done, Mr Hamlet. You've done extremely well in out disorientation tests.
Hamlet
Oh? Oh!
Dr Natal
You see, I'm sorry it might have confused you a little, but we do this to try to establish a very good doctor/patient relationship, you see ... we do it to sort of, as it were, to break down the barriers. All right?
Hamlet
yes fine.
Dr Natal
Good! Well, you've got her legs up on the mantelpiece ...

The two men come in and chase him out. Cut to a man at a consultant's desk in a smart West End surgery.

CAPTION: Dr Bruce Genuine, Chairman of the Psychiatric Association

Dr Bruce (Terry J.)
On behalf of the Psychiatric Association, I should like to say that we are taking firm action to clamp down on the activities of bogus psychiatrists. In fact in many areas of modern psychiatry computers are now being increasingly used for the first basic diagnosis and this has gone a long way in eliminating the danger of unqualified impostors.

Cut to Hamlet in an office. A big, impressive-looking computer beside him.

Computer (?)
(in tinny computer voice) You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece.

The door opens and a nurse appears.

Nurse (Carol)
Out!

The computer scuttles for the door, revealing that underneath it are six pairs of legs, in pin-striped trousers and expensive shoes. Cut to the same computer in a field. The nurse picks up a bazooka. The computer rises into the air, the nurse fires at it and it explodes.

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`Nationwide' type music and credits. Michael Charlton in a studio.

Charlton (Eric)
Good evening and welcome to `Nationwide'. The programme where we do rather wet things nationally and also give you the chance to see some rather wet items in the Regions. Well, everyone is talking about the Third World War which broke out this morning. But here on `Nationwide' we're going to get away from that a bit and look instead at the latest theory that sitting down regularly in a comfortable chair can rest your legs. It sounds very nice doesn't it, but can it be done? Is it possible or practical for many of us in our jobs and with the sort of busy lives we lead to sit down in a comfortable chair just when we want? We sent our reporter John Dull to find out.

Cut to Dull sitting in a chair on Westminster Bridge.

Reporter (Graham)
Well, here I am on London's busy Westminster Bridge, seeing just how much time sitting down can take. Well, I arrived here by train at about 8.50, it's now 9.05, so I've been here approximately twelve minutes and if it's any encouragement, I must say that my legs do feel rested.

A policeman walks up to him.

Policeman (Michael)
Is this your chair?
Reporter
Er ... well, no, it's a prop.
Policeman
It's been stolen!
Reporter
What?
Policeman
This belongs to a Mrs Edgeworth of Pinner -- she's standing over there.

Cut to worried middle-aged lady, standing on the other side of the road, peering across. She has an identical chair in one hand.

Reporter
Ah well, it's nothing to do with me. It's just a prop which the BBC ... aaargh!

The policeman pushes the reporter off and picks up the chair.

Policeman
It's got her name on the bottom. (he indicates: Mrs E. Edgeworth)
Reporter
Well er ... perhaps you'd better give it back to her.
Policeman
You don't believe I'm a policeman, do you?
Reporter
Yes I do!
Policeman
What am I wearing on my head?
Reporter
A helmet
Policeman
(correcting him) A policeman's helmet!
Reporter
Yes.
Policeman
(taking off his helmet and demonstrating) You see that?
Reporter
Yes.
Policeman
That little number there?
Reporter
Yes.
Policeman
That is a Metropolitan Area Identification Code. No helmet is authentic without that number.
Reporter
I see.
Policeman
Kids' helmets, helmets you get in toy shops, helmets you buy at Christmas. None of them is authentic ... Hang on. (he turns and crosses the busy road)
Reporter
Oh could I ...
Policeman
Hang on!

He goes across to Mrs Edgeworth, and tries to grab the other chair from her. Mrs Edgeworth resists. He clouts her and pulls the chair away. He brings it back across the road and sits down next to the reporter.

Policeman
Mind you I didn't join the police force just to wear the helmets you know. That just happens to be one of the little perks. There are plenty of jobs where I could have worn a helmet, but not such a nice helmet. (Mrs Edgeworth is gesticulating; another policeman comes up and drags her away) This helmet, I think, beats even some of the more elaborate helmets worn by the Tsar's private army, the so-called Axi red warriors. You know about them?
Reporter
Well, no I don't.
Policeman
Ah! Their helmets used to look like ... you got any paper?
Reporter
Well only these scripts.

The policeman gets up, looks up the street, and selects a businessman with a briefcase, who is hurrying away from him. The policeman runs up to him, grabs his arm, twists it up behind his back and wrenches the briefcase from his hand. He opens it, gets out some paper, then drops briefcase before the amazed owner, and ambles back to his chair, neatly grabbing a pen from a passer-by's inside pocket.

Policeman
I'll have that!
Man (?)
I say!

The policeman sits down again and starts to draw, talking the while.

Policeman
Now then. Their helmet was not unlike the bobby's helmet in basic shape. It had an emblem here, and three gold -- and in those days it really was gold, that's part of the reason the Tsar was so unpopular -- three gold bands surmounted by a golden eagle on the apex here. Pretty nice helmet, eh?
Reporter
Yes.
Policeman
I think the domed helmet wins every time over the flattened job, you know, even when they're three cornered ... (suddenly his eyes light on two office secretaries opening their packed lunch on a nearby seat) ... you want something to eat?
Reporter
(sensing what's going to happen, hurriedly) Well no, er really ...
Policeman
(approaching the girls and getting out his notebook) Hang on. You can't park here you know.
Women ()
(bewildered) We're not parked!
Policeman
No parked! What's that then?
Women
That's our lunch.
Policeman
Right. I'm taking that in for forensic examination.
Women
Why?
Policeman
Because it might have been used as a murder weapon, that's why! (the girls look at each other; the policeman grabs their lunch) Yeah, not bad. Could be worse. (to the reporter) Beer?
Reporter
(desperately) No, no, please ... honestly ... please ...

The policeman walks off. There is a crash of breaking glass. An alarm bell starts to ring. The reporter winces. The policeman walks into shot again, holding two bottles of beer. He sits down, opens th beers with his teeth and hands one to reporter who is very embarrassed.

Policeman
Now, the Chaldeans, who used to inhabit the area in between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, their helmets were of the modular restrained kind of type ...

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To lyrical music the camera pans across the road, and comes across a couple making love on the pavement. Pedestrians step over them.

Carol (Carol)
Oh Robert, tell me I'm beautiful.
Robert (Terry J.)
Oh you are, you are!
Carol
Oh Robert, do you mean that?
Robert
Of course I do.
Carol
Tou're not just saying that because I asked you?
Robert
Of course not.
Carol
Oh Robert ... Robert, are you sure it doesn't put you off?
Robert
What?
Carol
My father wanting to come and live with us.
Robert
No, of course I don't mind your father coming to live with us.
Carol
He wouldn't just be living with us.
Robert
What do you mean?
Carol
Well, he finds it very difficult to get to sleep on his own, so I said he could sleep with us.
Robert
He wants to put his bed in our room?
Carol
No, no, of course not.
Robert
Oh good ...
Carol
Our bed is plenty big enough for three ...
Robert
What?
Carol
He'd just get into bed and go to sleep.
Robert
No. I'm not having that.
Carol
Oh Robert, I thought you loved me?
Robert
Well I do, but ...
Carol
Well, he wouldn't look.
Robert
He's bound to peek.
Carol
No, no, he wouldn't honestly.
Robert
No! No! No!!

Cut to the three of them in bed. Robert is in the middle. Father wears striped pyjamas, the others are nude. There is an uncomfortable silence.

Father (Graham)
You young couple just carry on. Take no notice of me ... (silence; they smile half-heartedly) I don't want to feel as though I'm getting in the way.
Carol
Oh no dad, you're not.
Robert
No, no.
Father
Good.

Silence again.

Carol
Well, I think I'll get to sleep.
Father
Are you sure?
Carol
Oh yes, I'm a bit tired after the wedding.
Father
Bob, what about you?
Robert
Oh yes, all right, yes.
Father
Oh well, I seem to be O/C lights.
Carol
(to Robert) Good night, darling.
Robert
Good night.
Father
Good night!

He switches the light off. It is pitch dark. There is a long pause, then a strange scraping noise like a pencil being sharpened. The scraping is followed by sawing and is eventually replaced by short sharp knocking sounds. This goes on for some time.

Carol
Father. Father, what are you doing?
Father
I'm making a boat.
Carol
What?
Father
It's the Cutty Sark. It's a model I've been making in the dark for some years now.
Carol
Well, wouldn't it be better with the light on?
Father
No, no, I'm making it in the dark, that;s the point.

There is a click. The light goes on. He looks disappointed. In his hands is a completely shapeless mass of wood and nails.

Father
Oh dear, not as accurate as I thought.
Robert
It's not the Cutty Sark!
Father
Well it hasn't got its sails yet. Oh well I'll ... I'll have a look at it in the dark room in the morning. Good night. (grunts from the others who are already snuggling down; lights go off; silence)

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Animated opening titles.

Banging on the wall from next door.

Man (Terry G.)
Shut up! Will you shut up in there!

Cut to a middle-aged man with small moustache and neat pyjamas banging on the wall with what appears to be an Indian club.

Man
Shut up! (it goes quiet next door) That's better.

He walks to a side wall and hangs his club on a hook beneath big old-fashioned art-nouveau sign clearly labelled `The Burlington Wall-banger'. He goes across to bed and gets in. In the bed are a party of four Japanese businessmen in suits with lapel badges, two lady American tourists with rain hats and cameras, three other moustached English gentlemen in pyjamas, four Tour De France riders, three Swedish businessmen, and Winston Churchill. In the corner of the room are three Tour De France bicycles. All the people ae watching TV. All in the bed are slightly tear-stained and sad, and eating popcorn and crisps, utterly absorbed. On TV we hear a Hamlet sad speech.

Hamlet (Terry J.)
I am myself indifferent honest, but then I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.

Cut to the TV set in the room. Close in on TV set to see Hamlet lying beside Ophelia, who is gazing at him intently. It is the same Hamlet we saw in the psychiatrist's scene. They are in one of those rather austere modern theatre sets.

Hamlet
O fair Ophelia, nymph, in thy orisons, be all my sins remembered ...
Ophelia (Connie Booth)
So anyway, you've got the girl on the bed and her legs are on the mantelpiece ...

The nurse from the psychiatrist's office enters.

Nurse (Carol)
Out! (bundles her off)

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Animation: Ends with a poster `Boxing Tonite! The Killer vs. The Champ. 15 Rounds'.

Cut to a dressing room at Madison Square Gardens, table, chairs, towels, and the usual paraphernalia. Noise of a crowd outside. The door opens and in comes Mr Gabriello, and two assistants carrying a boxer on a stretcher. Smoke, action, excitement come in with them.

Mr Gabriello (Michael)
That was a great fight, Champ, a great fight, you hear! Oh boy, what a fight, Champ, what a great fight! You nearly had him, Champ, you nearly had him ... where's his head?
First Assistant (?)
I got it in here, Mr Gabriello.

He holds up a carrier bag. gabriello goes over to it, looks inside and shouts into it.

Mr Gabriello
You were great, Champ, d'you hear, you were great!
First Assistant
(looking in the bag) He's got a nasty cut over his eye.
Mr Gabriello
Yeah, I think it was a mistake him wearing spectacles. (gives the bag o the assistant) Oh well, get that sewn onto his body in time for the press pictures.
First Assistant
OK, Mr Gabriello.
Mr Gabriello
(to second assistant) Wasn't he great my boy?
Second Assistant (Eric)
He was great, Mr Gabriello.
Mr Gabriello
The way he kept fighting after his head came off!
Second Assistant
He was better when the head came off, Mr Gabriello. He was really dodging the guy.
Mr Gabriello
Yeah, I reckon that if he could've lasted till the end of that first minute, he would've had the Killer worried.
Second Assistant
Sure, Mr Gabriello.
Mr Gabriello
Oh he was great. Did you see his left arm?
Second Assistant
No!
Mr Gabriello
OK, we'll look around the hall after everybody's gone.
Second Assistant
Do you realize Mr Gabriello, some of those guys out there paid over $2,000 for a ringside seat.
Mr Gabriello
And where did the head land? Right at the back, that's justice... (the door opens; a black cleaner comes in) What d'you want?

The cleaner holds up a carrier bag.

Black Man (Terry G.)
This your boy's head?
Mr Gabriello
No, no, we've got his head. He ain't hurt that bad.
Second Assistant
(looking in the bag) Hey, that's Gerry Marinello. He fought the Killer last week.
Mr Gabriello
OK, give it to me. I'm seeing his trainer tomorrow. I'll give it to him.

The cleaner is ushered out.

Second Assistant
Hey, Mr Gabriello. The press is still outside. Are you ready for them?
Mr Gabriello
How's the Champ?
First Assistant
(working away with needle and thread) Well, the head's on OK. But there's still a left arm missing.
Mr Gabriello
OK, well keep the dressing gown kinda loose, OK. (Gabriello goes to door and opens it) OK boys, come on in!

The press surge in. The fighter is propped up.

First Reporter (Terry J.)
Hey Mr Gabriello, Mr Gabriello. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?
Mr Gabriello
This boy has never let me down. He's the pluckiest goddamn fighter I've ever trained.
Second Reporter (Carol)
Were you worried when his head started to come loose?
Mr Gabriello
No, no, we were expecting that. I told them to expect it to and it did. He ain't stupid.
First Reporter
Hey, can we have a word with the Champ?
Mr Gabriello
Yeah OK. But keep the questions simple.
First Reporter
Hey Champ! How're you feeling?
Mr Gabriello
(angrily) I said keep the questions simple!
Second Reporter
Mr Gabriello. People are saying that the kid ought to be buried. His head's come off in the last six fights.
Mr Gabriello
There's no question of burying the kid. He's just reaching the top.
Second Reporter
Well, shouldn't he just stay in hospital?
Mr Gabriello
No, he ain't going to no hospital. He's got the return fight next week.

Shot of the `New York Times' headline `Champ to be kept alive for big return'.

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Cut to a hospital ward. Numerous doctors and nurses are listening to the radio.
Radio Voice (Michael)
And there's Frank Sinatra leaving the ring. Behind him is George Raft, another great boxing fan, Martin Bormann, acknowledging the applause, and with him of course is Gus Himmler, who did an awful lot for the sport in his country in the early 1940s. And here comes the Champ now and he seems in good shape to meet the Killer once again. Before an audience, some of them will have paid $920,000 million for the privilege of seeing this boy get beaten up. And there's the bell.
Patient (?)
(having a heart attack on the bed inthe corner) Aaatghhh!
All (?)
Quiet!!
Radio Voice
And a left and a right and a right jab that's taken the Champ's shoulder off. And here's the Killer again with a right and another left and a bash with a hammer and a terrific smack with a heavy thud right into the skull and there's a gaping hole right through the Champ's body now. And now the Killer's working on the cut eye with a series of beautifully placed punches and the head's coming loose. (the doctors and nurses getting increasingly excited) The Champ must try and keep his head on. The Killer's kicked him in the groin and he's bitten half his left buttock off and the referee's stepped in with a warning there. What a plucky fighter this Champ is. He's fighting as well as I've ever seen him. Must be losing blood at a rate of a pint a second now. It's everywhere. Certainly those who paid one and a half million dollars for those ringside seats are really getting theor money's worth. They're covered in it. And his head's off! (everyone cheers) His head that's come off in so many fights is off in the thirty-first second. It's rolled away down to the left ... but what's happening? The Killer's being talked to by the referee. There's the Champ ... plucky little body racing around the ring, trying to find his opponent. And the Killer has been disqualified. (pandemonium breaks out in the ward - some patients cheering, doctors thumping them in disagreement) He's been disqualfied ... this great fighter who has killed more than twenty people in his career has at last been defeated by this courageous headless little southpaw from New York. And there's a great roar here as the referee raises the arm of the new World Heavyweight Champion. What a pity the rest of his body wasn't there to see it. (general disappointment; someone changes channels)
Second Radio Voice (Terry J.)
Well here in London it's 12.30 and time for `The Robinsons'. (everyone perks up) An everyday story of bla-di-bl-di-bla ... (sings `Archers' theme tune) da di da di da di da ... and so on.

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Mrs Non-Robinson (?)
(on radio) Morning Mrs Robinson.
Mrs Robinson (?)
(on radio) Mornin Mrs Non-Robinson.
Mrs Non-Robinson
Been shopping?
Mrs Robinson
No, ... I've been shopping.

During this exchange there have been six cuts to close-ups of radios of different shapes and sizes.

Mrs Non-Robinson
What'd you buy?

Pull out to reveal a pepperpot. Mrs Non-Gorilla sitting beside a radio on a park bench.

Mrs Robinson
(on radio) A piston engine.
Mrs Non-Robinson
What d'you buy that for?
Mrs Robinson
It was a bargain.
Mrs Non-Gorilla (Eric)
Bloody rubbish. (she turns the radio off)

Quick cut to a hospital, doctor on a bed listening to a radio. It switches off.

Doctor (Graham)
I wanted to listen to that!

Cut back to Mrs Non-Gorilla. Another pepperpot approaches.

Mrs Non-Gorilla
Morning Mrs Gorilla.
Mrs Gorilla (Michael)
Morning Mrs Non-Gorilla.
Mrs Non-Gorilla
Have you been shopping?
Mrs Gorilla
No ... been shopping.
Mrs Non-Gorilla
Did you buy anything?
Mrs Gorilla
A piston engine!

She reveals a six-cylinder car engine on a white tray, on a trolley.

Mrs Non-Gorilla
What d'you buy that for?
Mrs Gorilla
Oooh! It was a bargain.

Start to pan away from them, their voices become fainter

Mrs Non-Gorilla
Oooohhh!

Pan across a civic park, of which the only occupants are about ten pepperpots, dressed identically, scattered across on benches. One pepperpot is in a wheelchair. We come in to Mrs Non-Smoker, unwrapping a parcel and calling to the birds.

Mrs Non-Smoker (Terry J.)
Come on little birdies ... come on little birdies ... tweet tweet ... come and see what mummy's got for you ...

Shw unwraps the parcel revealing a leg of lamb which she hurls at the gathered birds. A screech. She kills a pigeon. She reaches in a another bag and produces two tins of pineapple chunks and throws them.

Mrs Non-Smoker
Come on little birdies ... tweety tweety ... oooh look at this ... tweet tweet ... ooohhh nice one ... come on little birdies ...

She chortles with delight as she hurls a huge jar of mayonnaise which smashes messily. She then throws a large frozen turkey, a jar of onions, a bag of frozen peas, and a bottle of wine. We widen as Mrs Smoker, with an identical piston engine to the last pepperpot, comes up to Mrs Non-Smoker. Quite a large area in front of Mrs Non-Smoker is littered with packaged foods and dead birds; a bird is pecking at a tin of pat�; a small pond in front of her has a swan upside down with its feet sticking in the air, a huge tin floating beside it.

Mrs Non-Smoker
Oohh hello, Mrs Smoker.
Mrs Smoker (Graham)
Hello Mrs Non-Smoker.
Mrs Non-Smoker
What, you been shopping then?
Mrs Smoker
Nope ... I've been shopping!
Mrs Non-Smoker
What d'you buy?
Mrs Smoker
A piston engine!
Mrs Non-Smoker
What d'you buy that for?
Mrs Smoker
It was a bargain!
Mrs Non-Smoker
How much d'you want for it?
Mrs Smoker
Three quid!
Mrs Non-Smoker
Done. (she hands over the money)
Mrs Smoker
Right. Thank you.
Mrs Non-Smoker
How d'you cook it?
Mrs Smoker
You don't cook it.
Mrs Non-Smoker
You can't eat that raw!
Mrs Smoker
Ooooh ... never thought of that. Oh, day and night, but this is wondrous strange ...
Mrs Non-Smoker
... and therefore is a stranger welcome it. There are more things in Heaven and Earth Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come, the time is out of joint. Oh cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right. Let's go together.

They get up and go. Fade to black.

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CAPTION: Act Two - A Room in Polonius's House

Cut to Frank Bough type presenter. Behind him are sports pictures.

Presenter (Michael)
Hello, and welcome to `A Room in Polonius's House'. Well tonight is European Cup night. One result is already in from Munich. The European Cup, first round, second leg, Bayern M�nchen 4397, Wrexham 1. So Wrexham going through there on aggregate. Well, now it's time for racing, so let's go over to Epsom and Brian McNutty.

Cut to a dentist's surgery. A dentist is filling a patient. He talks to camera.

CAPTION: Live from Epsom

Dentist (Graham)
Well over here at Epsom, there are chances a-plenty for those who want to make a good start in ...
Patient (?)
Dentistry.
Dentist
Dentistry. It's a well-off suburb, so most people have their own teeth and surgeries are opening at a rate of four or five a week.

Cut to housewife in a back garden standing in front of a washing line with really nasty stained washing on it: some man's trousers with very nasty stain on crotch and running down the leg; a badly torn sheet with melted chocolate biscuit stuck on it; a huge bra, with cups eighteen inches across; two pieces of bacon and a fried egg pegged on the line; and more dirty washing.

CAPTION: Live from Epsom

Housewife (Graham)
Well, it's only forty-four minutes from the West End on the train and it's not too built up, so you can have a nice garden. And the people of Epsom are a very noce class of person.

Cut to a property developer ina main street.

CAPTION: Live from Epsom

Property Developer (Michael)
Well here in High Street Epsom, there are ample opportunities for all kinds of redevelopment. As you can see (he indicates old houses) behind me now there are a high level of low density consimer units, still not fully maximising site value. This could be radically improved by a carefully planned programme of demolition. And of course most of the occupants are ... er ... elderly folks, so they wouldn't put up much of a fight.

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Cut to Epsom racecourse, and a presenter, Brian MacThighbone, up against the paddock rail.

CAPTION: Live from Epsom

Brian (Eric)
Good afternoon. Well in fact there's still a few minutes to go before the main race onthe card this afternoon - the Queen Victoria Handicap. So let's have a quick word with the winner of the last race, one of the season's top jockeys - Ronnie Mau-Mau. (a jockey's cap comes into shot, which is all we ever see of him) Good afternoon, Ronnie.
First Jockey (Michael)
Good afternoon, Brian.
Brian
(pointing his stick-mike down) A very fine ride there, Ronnie.
First Jockey
Well, a fine horse, Brian. You know you can't go wrong.
Brian
Do you fancy your chances for the Derby?
First Jockey
(vigorously nodding) Oh very definitely, very definitely, indeed, certainly Brian.
Brian
Well, let's just see if a colleague of yours agrees with that. Let's just have a quick word with Desmond Willet. Afternoon Des.

Another different silk hat comes into the bottom of frame. Again all we see is the jockey's cap.

Second Jockey (Graham)
(Irish accent) Afternoon, Brian. (he shakes his head) No chance, no chance at all.
First Jockey
(nodding vigorously) No, no I think you're wrong there, Des, with the right kind of going, he's going to be in there at the finish, Des.
Second Jockey
(shaking vigorously) No chance, there's no chance.
Brian
Well in fact I can see last season's top jockey, Johnny Knowles. (two caps move over) Good afternoon, Johnny.

Pause. Not even a cap is seen.

Third Jockey (?)
(faintly) Hello, Brian.
Brian
Er, could we have a box for Johnny, please. (a cap comes into sight) Thank you.
Third Jockey
Hello, Brian
Brian
That's better. Well there you are. Three very well known faces from the racing world. Thanks very much for coming along this afternoon, lads.
First Jockey, Second Jockey and Third Jockey
Not at all. (vigorous nodding of caps)
Brian
And best wishes for the Derby.
First Jockey, Second Jockey and Third Jockey
Ah, thank you Brian, thanks very much. (they leave nodding)
Brian
Well in fact I hear they're ready for us now at the start of the main race this afternoon. So let's go right away and join Peter at the start.

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A view of the starting stalls, shot so we cannot see inside.

CAPTION: 3.15 Queen Victoria Handicap

Voice Over (Eric)
Well they're under starter's orders for this very valuable Queen Victoria Handicap. And they're off, (the starting stall doors fly open; out come eight identically dressed Queen Victorias who go bustling off up the field) and Queen Victoria got a clean jump off, followed by Queen Victoria, Queen Victoria and Queen Victoria. It's Queen Victoria from Queen Victoria and Queen Victoria. It's Queen Victoria making the early running on the inside. And at the back Queen Victoria already a couple of lengths behind the leaders. Queen Victoria has now moved up to challenge Queen Victoria with Queen Victoria losing ground. Queen Victoria tucked in neatly on the stand side with a clear view. Queen Victoria still the back marker as they approach the halfway mark, but making ground now, suddenly past Queen Victoria with Queen Victoria, Queen Victoria and Queen Victoria still well placed as they approach the first fence. (a low angle shot as the Queen Victorias appear over the fence and thunder towards the camera) And at the first fence it's Queen Victoria just ahead of Queen Victoria and Queen Victoria falling away in third place. And Queen Victoria in the lead as they ...

Cu back to the presenter in the studio; he is completely dressed as Queen Victoria, apart from his face.

Presenter (Michael)
Well a very exciting race there at Epsom. And now over to the European Cup at Barcelona where the latest news is that Miguel Otana, the burly Real Madrid striker, was sent off for breaking wind in the forty-third minute. He'd already been cautioned for pursing his lips earlier on in the game and now he's off! So let's see a playback of that ... Brian.

Cut to Brian, dressed the same way.

Brian (Eric)
Yes ... er ... well as you can see ... there's Otana now (brief stock shot of football match) ... he gets the ... er ... through ball from Gomez (cut back to Brian) and er ... he makes no attempt to play the ball. He quite deliberately lets off! And to my mind he was within the box and the referee had no option whatsoever but to send him off.

Cut to the presenter.

Presenter
Jimmy?

We cut to the real Jimmy Hill dressed as Queen Victoria, veil, crown and all.

Jimmy Hill (Jimmy Hill)
Good evening.
Presenter
What do you make of that?
Jimmy Hill
Well the referees really are clamping down these days. Only last week the Belgian captain was sent off for having a Sony radio cassette player. And Gonerelli, the huge Italian defender, was sent off in Turin for having his sitting and dining room knocked through to form an open living area.

Cut to the presenter.

Presenter
Hamlet?

Cut to Hamlet.

Hamlet (Terry J.)
Good evening.

Cut quickly back to the presenter.

Presenter
Well you've got the girl on the bed and her legs up on the mantelpiece ...

The nurse enters.

Nurse (Carol)
Out, out, come on, come on, out ... (she hustles the presenter out of studio)

Animated sketch.

CAPTION: Act Five - A Ham In The Castle

Mix to the theatre set we saw before. All the cast are dressed as Queen Victorias, except for Hamlet and Ophelia.

First Queen Victoria (?)
Let four captains bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage. For he was likely had he been put on to have proved most royally ...

CAPTION: The End

They come on and take bows. Superimposed Python credits in Shakespearean style and graphics.

CAPTION:

Monty Python
by William Shakespeare
Dramatis Personae
Hamlet - Terry Jones
A bachelor friend of Hamlet's
Graham Chapman
Quite a butch friend of Hamlet's but still a bachelor
Terry Gilliam
A friend of Hamlet's who, though married, still sees Hamlet occasionally
Michael Palin
A very close bachelor friend of Hamlet's who, though above suspicion, does wear rather loud shirts
Eric Idle
Another part of the dramatis personae:
A friend of Hamlet's who loves bachelors - Carol Cleveland
A Jimmy Hill near London - Jimmy Hill
A bachelor gentleman - Bob E. Raymond
An Ophelia - Constance Booth
A loony, but not a bachelor - Sir K. Joseph
Additional blank verse: J. Cleese (no relation) (of Hamlet's, that is)
Personae non dramatis but technicalis
(Some bachelors, some not)
A meker-upper
Maggie Weston
A costume designer and bachelor
Andrew Rose
A cameraman of London
Stan Speel
A sound recordist of ill repute
John Blight
An editor of film who is partly bachelor and partly vegetable with mineral connections
Bob Dearberg
A studio sound man
Mike Jones
A lighting Scotsman
Jimmy Purdie
A visual effector keen on bachelors
John Horton
An assistant producer friend of Hamlet's
Brian Jones
A designed who prefers married men but knows quite a few bachelors
Valerie Warrender
A professional producer and amateur bachelor
Ian MacNaughton
A Bachelor Broadcasting Corporation
BBC Colour.

Fade out. Fade up on a moor. An explosion has just take place. Out of the smoke a ragged man walks towards the camera.

Man (Michael)
And then...