| Linkman: Jarrow — New Year’s Eve 1911
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| Reg:
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| (Graham) Trouble at mill
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| Lady Mountback:
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| (Carol) Oh no — what kind of trouble?
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| Reg: I don’t know — Mr Wentworth told me to come and say that there was trouble
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| at the mill, that’s all — I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition
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| (The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain enters, flanked by two
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| junior cardinals. |
| Cardinal Biggles has goggles pushed over his forehead.
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| Cardinal Fang is just Cardinal Fang)
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| Ximinez:
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| (Michael) NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! |
| Our weapon is suprise…
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| surprise and fear… fear and surprise… Our two weapons are fear and surprise.
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| .and ruthless efficiency… Our three weapons are fear, and surprise,
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| and the ruthless efficiency… and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope…
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| Amongst our weapons… are fear, surprise, ruth… Amongst our weaponry…
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| are such elements as fear… I’ll come in again
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| (Exit and exeunt)
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| Reg: I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition
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| (The cardinals burst in)
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| Ximinez: NOOOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! |
| Amongst our weaponry are
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| such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, and an almost
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| fanatical devotion to the Pope, and a night out with the neighbour — Oh erh!
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| It’s no good, I’m sorry. |
| Cardinal Biggles — you’ll have to say it
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| Biggles:
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| (Terry J) What?
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| Ximinez: You’ll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are …'
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| Biggles: I couldn’t say that…
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| (Ximinez bundles the cardinals outside again)
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| Reg: I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition
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| (The cardinals enter)
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| Biggles: Er… Nobody… um…
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| Ximinez: Expects…
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| Biggles: Expects… Nobody expects the… um…Spanish…um…
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| Ximinez: Inquisition
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| Biggles: Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. |
| In fact, those who do expect —
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| Ximinez: Our chief weapons is…
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| Biggles: Our chief weapons is… um…er…
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| Ximinez: Surprise…
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| Biggles: Surprise and --
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| Ximinez: Stop. |
| Stop. |
| Stop there — All right! |
| All right! |
| …our chief weapon is
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| surprise… blah blah blah blah blah. |
| Now, Cardinal Fang, read the charges
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| Fang:
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| (Terry G) One pound for a full sketch, 24 p for a quickie
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| Ximinez: What will you have?
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| Lady Mountback: Sketch, please |