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Opening Scene:
A suburban house in a boring looking
street. Zoom into upstairs window. Serious documentary music.
Interior of small room. A bent figure (Michael Palin) huddles over a
table, writing. He is surrounded by bits of paper. The camera is
situated facing the man as he writes with immense concentration
lining his unshaven face.
Voice Over:
This man is Ernest Scribbler... writer of jokes.
In a few moments, he will have written the
funniest joke in the world... and, as a consequence, he will die... laughing.
Ernest stops writing, pauses to look at
what he has written... a smile slowly spreads across his face,
turning very, very slowly to uncontrolled hysterical laughter... he
staggers to his feet and reels across room helpless with mounting
mirth and eventually collapses and dies on the floor.
Voice Over:
It was obvious that this joke was lethal...
no one could read it and live...
Ernest's mother enters. She sees him
dead, she gives a little cry of horror and bends over his body,
weeping. Brokenly she notices the piece of paper in his hand and
picks it up and reads it between her sobs. Immediately she breaks out
into hysterical laughter, leaps three feet into the air, and falls
down dead without more ado. Cut to news type shot of commentator
standing in front of the house.
Commentator:
This morning, shortly after eleven o'clock,
comedy struck this little house in Dibley Road. Sudden... violent... comedy.
Police have sealed off the area, and
Scotland Yard's crack inspector is with me now.
Inspector:
I shall enter the house and attempt to
remove the joke.
About now an upstairs window in the house
is fiung open and a doctor, rears his head out, hysterical with
laughter, and dies hanging over the window sill. The commentator and
the inspector look up and then continue as if they are used to such sights.
Inspector:
I shall be aided by the sound of sombre
music, played on gramophone records, and also by the chanting of
laments by the men of Q Division...
(Points to a group of dour looking policemen
standing nearby)
The atmosphere thus created should protect
me in the eventuality of me reading the joke.
(He gives a signal.)
The group of policemen start groaning and
chanting biblical laments. The Dead March is heard. The inspector
squares his shoulders and bravely starts walking into the house.
Commentator:
There goes a brave man. Whether he comes out
alive or not,
this will surely be remembered as one of the
most courageous
and gallant acts in police history.
The inspector suddenly appears at the door,
helpless with laughter, holding the joke aloft.
He collapses and dies.
Cut to film of army vans driving along
dark roads.
Voice Over:
It was not long before the Army became
interested in the military potential of the Killer Joke. Under top
security, the joke was hurried to a meeting of Allied Commanders at
the Ministry of War. |