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Foiled by President Fred (In Honour Bound)By Spike MilliganBroadcast 1st November 1955 (series 6 episode 7)
Greenslade: This is the BBC Home Service. And
candidly, I'm fed up with it.
Secombe: Have a care there, Wallace, otherwise I'll be
forced to speak to John Snagge.
Greenslade: My dear fellow, everybody has to be forced to
speak to John Snagge.
Secombe: Come, curb those biting cynicisms and permit me to
present the highly esteemed Goon Show.
Grams: Aeolian clarinet (or old dance music record).
Milligan: Stop that sinful music! Secombe? Take off those
carbon-paper plus fours and listen to the story entitled - 'In Honour
Bound'.
Orchestra: Traditional english hero theme.
Seagoon: My name is Neddie Seagoon. I was a gas meter
inspector. It all began the day of the annual general board meeting of the
South Balham Gas Board.
Fx: Murmurs - Gavel.
Henry Crun: Gentlemen - I have here the books for the - mnk -
financial year - mnk -just ended - mnk - mnk - and by the look of them gas is
here to stay. I am glad, glad, to say, say that the South Balham Gas Colossus
has made a gross profit of no less than three pounds twelve shillings and
ninepence. Now then..
Old Seagoon: Have you seen my teeth?
Henry Crun: You left them on your saxophone.
Old Seagoon: Oh yes.
Henry Crun: Now then, I'll read the vital balance sheets.
Credits - sales of rare gas, eighteen pounds. Expenses - one bag of coke,
eight and eightpence; electric fire for office heating, two pounds, eleven and
fourpence; replacing light bulbs in Gas Board's premises, thirteen shillings
and tenpence; saxophone lessons for Chairman's wife, three pounds, eight
shillings and ninepence...
Minnie Bannister: Do we have to pay for saxophone lessons,
buddy?
Henry Crun: Ah - yes, yes, yes - you never know when it comes
in useful...
Minnie Bannister: It's sinful
Old Seagoon: What about our lads in Mafeking?
Henry Crun: ...mnk - mnk - next we have the - oh! - ah! - oh!
I've overlooked an entry here - an outstanding debt of four pounds, nineteen
shillings and sixpence!
Grams: Sensation.
Henry Crun: Don't worry! Don't worry! I shall set this right
at once. (Calls) Ned Seagoon?
Fx: Door opens.
Seagoon: Gas meter inspector Seagoon reporting for duty, sir.
Henry Crun: Seagoon, go to this address and serve them a
seven-day final notice.
Seagoon: Yes sir. What's this? President Fred, Casa Rosa,
Avenida Varest? That's South America.
Henry Crun: Ohhoho - is it? Then you'd better borrow the Gas
Board's bicycle.
Seagoon: But sir, it's overseas.
Henry Crun: (angry) What is our bicycle doing overseas?
Seagoon: No, no. I mean Argentina is overseas. How can I get
there on a bicycle?
Henry Crun: Well, you must have it waterproofed then.
Seagoon: Oh, thank you, sir...
Henry Crun: You can't get the wood you know.
Seagoon: ...I hadn't thought of that. Well Goodbye, sir.
Cast: Goodbye - Ta ta.
Seagoon: Needle nardle noo
Cast: Goodbye - Ta ta etc.
Greenslade: Dear listeners, you doubtless are wondering how
it is that the South Balham Gas Board supplies gas to Argentina. It was thanks
to the enterprise of a British Major who, in 1939, shipped a cylinder of gas
there.
Seagoon: Yes, on arrival in Argentina it was this man I
contacted.
Orchestra: Bloodnok Theme.
Grams: Record of flamenco guitar.
Bloodnok: Ah! Oh! The heat! The heat! Gladys?
Ray Ellington: Si, señor?
Bloodnok: Turn off one of those women and put some more ice
on the fire - will you!
Fx: Knock on door.
Bloodnok: I surrender. Who's there?
Seagoon: Ned Seagoon, South Balham Gas Board.
Bloodnok: Quick! Burn the books. Tear up those revolting
postcards. Chase those women out of my room. Take all those 'For Sale' signs
off the furniture and help me get the floor back under this carpet. Come in!
Fx: Door opens.
Seagoon: Good morning.
Bloodnok: I'm sorry your journey's all been wasted. I posted
the account books back to Balham this morning. Get out of here. Goodbye.
Fx: Door slams. Loud knocking.
Bloodnok: You can't come in. I'm in the bath.
Seagoon: (off) What are you doing in the bath?
Bloodnok: I'm - I'm watching television.
Seagoon: (off) What's showing?
Bloodnok: My dear fellow - nothing. I've got a towel round
me.
Fx: Door opens.
Seagoon: Now Look here, Major, enough of this tomfoolery.
Bloodnok: Do you play the saxophone?
Seagoon: Only during the mating season. Now look here. I'm
here to deliver a final demand notice to a President Fred. Now how do I
contact him?
Bloodnok: Come to the window, lad...
Fx: Window raised. Distant shots and sounds of warfare.
Bloodnok: That white house in the square is President Fred's
headquarters.
Seagoon: But how can I get through that hail of bullets?
Bloodnok: Well, um. Be outside the back door at midnight. I
shall send a man to guide you.
Seagoon: Very well. But remember - if I'm not back within
seven days, don't hesitate to cut off their gas supply.
Bloodnok: Right
Seagoon: Farewell!
Fx: Door slams.
Fx: Phone dialling over...
Bloodnok: [sings] "The Man From Laramie..."
Bloodnok: Hello, Moriarty?
Moriarty: Yes. Do you play the saxophone.
Bloodnok: Only in the mating season. Listen, there's a
Charlie from Baiham coming over to collect a gas bill from President Fred.
It's only three pounds, twelve shillings and ninepence.
Moriarty: Bloodnok, that money was paid to you last month.
Bloodnok: Yes I know, I know, but look, be a good feller and
settle it up.
Moriarty: Sapristi galamnackos! How can we pay him? President
Fred has vanished with all the money. I think you'd better come over here
right at once.
Bloodnok: Very well I will, pausing only for Max Geldray.
Max Geldray and Orchestra - "Have You Ever Been Lonely"
Fx: Gun shots and richocets
Seagoon: That night at midnight I waited in a specially
darkened doorway for the coming of the stranger who was to guide me on my
perilous mission. I was so heavily disguised that not even my own mother would
have recognised me.
Mother (throat): Evening, Neddie.
Seagoon: Good evening, mother. But wait! Who is this
approaching, wearing an anthracite tie, lead waistcoat, with an electric
guitar plugged into the train lines?
Eccles: [clears throat] Are you Neddie Seagoon?
Seagoon: I am.
Eccles: Good good. You been waiting long?
Seagoon: Yes.
Eccles: Who for?
Seagoon: You, you idiot.
Eccles: Ooh, fine!
Seagoon: Now, how do I get through the firing line to
President Fred's headquarters?
Eccles: How do you get there? You go straight up that road
there.
Seagoon: But they're shooting down it.
Eccles: Oh. Don't go that way. You take this road here.
They're not shooting up that one.
Seagoon: That road doesn't lead to it.
Eccles: No, don't take that one.
[Pause]
Eccles: [sings] "I talk to the trees..."
Seagoon: Any other ideas?
Eccles: Yeah. Do you play the saxophone?
Seagoon: No.
Eccles: Well, I'd better be getting along now. [sings]
"I talk to..."
Seagoon: Don't go. Look! I've got an idea. The sewers! That's
how we'll get there. Quick. Down this manhole.
Fx: Manhole cover. Two splashes. Wading
Seagoon: (proud) Now - I'm going to roll up my trousers.
Eccles: Why?
Seagoon: I've got nice legs. Wait!
Eccles: You naughty, you naughty naughty man.
Seagoon: [ad-libs] The man from Llanelli. Wait! What's that
ahead?
Eccles: It's a head.
Seagoon: Yes, but whose it is?
Bluebottle: It is mine, my capting. Thank you for the
sausages.
Seagoon: Who are you, little cardboard-clad frogman?
Bluebottle: I will give you a musical clue. Close your eyes
first. Have you got them closed? Moves left, picks up flannel zither. (Sings)
Plinka-plunka.plunka-plunk.. . etc. ('Harry Lime Theme')
Eccles: I know. The Man from Laramie.
Bluebottle: (heartbroken) You rotten swine, you. I'm not the
Laramie-type man. I'm the Harry Lime-type man. Goes into second chorus. (Sing
as before)
Seagoon: Save that lovely voice.
Bluebottle: Oohh.
Seagoon: Tonight is not the Harry Lime game. Tonight is the
South American President Fred game.
Bluebottle: Oh! Do not go den. Wait for me. Quickly throws
away silly zither, makes brown paper lariat, reverses Mum's old drawers to
make cowboy trousers and picks up hair and fibre banjo. 'ole! 'ole! Wait a
minute, I've not said that right, its Olé Olé. It's spelt 'ole. Am ready for
the new game. Ride, vaquero, ride!
Seagoon: Well done, little thrice-adolescent hybrid. Lead me
to President Fred's headquarters and this quarter of liquorice all-sorts is
yours.
Bluebottle: Oooh! Licorish! I like this, it's good. Thinks. I
must be careful how many of those I eat. Right, Captain, quick, jump onto this
cardboard bootbox. Hurriedly wraps up captain in brown paper parcel labelled
"Explosives" and stuffs him through headquarters letter box. Jumps
on to passing dustcart and exits left to buy bowler before price goes up.
Thinks - that wasn't a very big part for Bluebottle this week was der?
Greenslade: By the magic of licorish the scene now changes to
the Suspicious Parcels Testing Chamber in President Fred's headquarters.
Moriarty: Grytpype, this mysterious parcel has just arrived
by mysterious parcel post, mysteriously.
Grytpype: Right, Moriarty. Steam the stamp off and cash it.
Moriarty: Sapristi Muchos! I don't like the expression on
this parcel's label. I wonder what's in it.
Fx: Phone rings. Receiver up.
Grytpype: Just a moment. Hello?
Seagoon: (distort) I'll tell you what's in the parcel. It's
me, gas meter Inspector Neddie Seagoon, South Baiham Gas Board. You have seven
days to pay a gas bill of three pounds, twelve and nine.
Grytpype: Oh! Do you play the saxophone?
Seagoon: Only occasionally. Now remember, you have seven days
to pay. You can post your cheque to me, care of this parcel.
Fx: Phone down.
Grytpype: Mmm! Moriarty,
Moriarty: Yes
Grytpype: Open this parcel.
Fx: Sounds of struggling. Phone rings and receiver up.
Seagoon: Ow! Thank heavens you arrived...
Grytpype: Sapristi nerks
Seagoon: ...the string was getting rather tight
Fx: Receiver down.
Grytpype: Yes, Moriarty, make a hole in the parcel, insert
the nozzle of this hose and turn it on - so!
Fx: Running water. Phone rings and receiver up.
Grytpype: Hello?
Seagoon: (through water) Bobbleobbleobbleobble - plumber!
Fx: Phone down.
Grytpype: That'll do, Moriarty. I think he's had enough.
Open it.
Fx: Paper torn.
Seagoon: ...the roof was leaking.
Seagoon: Now then - what about this gas bill? President Fred
owes the South Balham Gas Board three pounds, twelve shillings and ninepence.
Grytpype: Look I tell you what. Go down to the basement and
read the meter and make sure.
Seagoon: Right. Come, Eccles...
Fx: Door shuts.
Grytpype: Good. That gives us a breathing space.
Moriarty: Good Good Good
Grytpype: I say, how empty the room is without him.
Fx: Background shooting.
Moriarty: Sapristi, the counter-revolutionaries with tanks
are attacking.
Grytpype: We've got to evacuate.
Moriarty: Why?
Grytpype: The rent's too high here. Pack the floor. We're
leaving.
Moriarty: I'll bring the ceiling
Fx: Door shuts. Door broken down. Shots.
Cast: (Shouts)
Gen. Aston Villa: So, the cowardly swines have run away. They
are frightened of Heneral Aston Villa. Run up my personal flag.
Fx: Door opens.
Seagoon: Right, gentlemen, I've checked the meter, and the
bill is exactly four pounds.
Gen. Aston Villa: What are you talking about, you miserable
English creep?
Seagoon: Come, come, Mr. Grytpype, you can't fool the South
Balham Gas Board with those childish disguises and silly changes of voice.
Four pounds, please.
Gen. Aston Villa: There is, I think, some mistake, señor. We
have just taken possession here this very minute. We only just lit the gas.
Seagoon: Good heavens, I'm dreadfully sorry. In that case you
couldn't have used more than a therm or two could you. I'll go down and read
the meter again. Excuse me. .
Fx: Door closes.
Gen. Aston Villa: Now, when he comes up, pay the bill, and
then keel heem.
Fx: Burst of firing.
Obregon: Queeck! The President Fredists are attacking.
Gen. Aston Villa: Everybody retreat.
Fx: General stampede out and door closes.
Fx: Door opens.
Grytpype: Well done, Well done Moriarty. What a beautiful
counter-attack. We couldn't have continued to hold their headquarters anyway.
Three pounds, ten shillings a week, it's quite impossible!
Fx: Door opens.
Seagoon: Well, gentlemen, I've read the meter. And you were
quite right. You'd only put on one more therm - one and six please.
Grytpype: Right. Here's a photograph of two shillings.
Seagoon: Thank you. And here's a photograph of sixpence -
change.
Grytpype: Thank you.
Seagoon: No - wait! It's you back again! You've cheated me.
You're the people who owe the three pounds, twelve shillings and ninepence.
Grytpype: Oh no. That's President Fred's responsibility. Go
and see him. Room 509.
Seagoon: I will. I will. But wait! Who is this approaching,
riding a kilted monkey and carrying a mackintosh saxophone? Why? It's Ray
Ellington!
Ray Ellington "Birth Of The Blues"
Greenslade: Here for idiots is a resumé. The revolution so
far.
Fx: Shooting.
Greenslade: Thank you. Chapter Two
Fx: Knocking on the door.
Bloodnok: Cor blimey-o! El knocko on the door-o. Come in-o.
Fx: Door opens.
Seagoon: Good morning, President Fred. I've come to
collect... wait a minute. You don't look like President Fred. You're Major
Bloodnok.
Bloodnok: Nonsense.
Bloodnok:And you can soon find out. Phone him on the
telefonico at this number-o: three-o nine-o.
Seagoon: By gad, I will...
Fx: Receiver up. Dialling.
Seagoon: (over) I'll soon call this cunning bluff.
Fx: Phone rings.
Bloodnok: Excuse me a moment.
Fx: Phone up.
Bloodnok: Hello. Three-o nine-o here.
Seagoon: Who's that speaking?
Bloodnok: Major Denis Bloodnok.
Seagoon: Oh! I'm sorry. There's a man here whom I've
accused of being you.
Bloodnok: Why?
Seagoon: He's your living image. He even sounds like you.
Bloodnok: Nonsense - goodbye -
Fx: Phone down.
Bloodnok: (to Seagoon) Well, you doubter? You see?
Seagoon: But if you're President Fred, there's a gas bill
here which now stands at four pounds.
Bloodnok: Oh! Right, I'll pay you. Here's a photograph of a
four pound note.
Seagoon: Thank you very much. Now I can report back to Major
Bloodnok, 'Mission completed. Gas bill paid in full'.
Fx: Door slams.
Bloodnok: Good, he's gone.
[Pause]
Fx: Door opens.
Moriarty: Ah! Bloodnok! You got rid of him, then. Splendid.
And we for our part - we've got rid of President Fred.
Bloodnok: You mean to say...?
Moriarty: Yes, yes, yes. He gave us all his moolah to smuggle
him out of the country.
Bloodnok: Well done. Well done lad. Now to divide his fifty
million.
Moriarty: Sapristi nyuckos. Yes. I have it here in this red
sack.
Bloodnok: Good. We'll split evenly. I'll take the money and
you take the sack.
Moriarty: No. Why should I get the lion's share?
Bloodnok: Well, well.
Moriarty: You have the sack and I'll take the money.
Bloodnok: Listen, Moriarty. Let us settle this thing
amicably.
Fx: Shot.
Moriarty: Oh, Sapristi Yongtong! Dead!
Fx: Thud.
Bloodnok: Good heavens! That pistol was loaded. Poor poor
Moriarty. I wonder if he played the saxophone. Taxi!
Fx: Taxi drives off.
[Pause]
Fx: Door opens.
Grytpype: Has he gone Moriarty?
Moriarty: Ha ha Yes, yes. He swallowed the bait, hook, line
and sinker. I gave him a pistol with a blank cartridg~ and he took the red
sack full of the forged banknotes.
Grytpype: Splendid. Splendid. I've got the genuine money here
in this blue sack. Now, you go to the airport, Moriarty, and buy two air
tickets.
Moriarty: Right one.
Fx: Whoosh. Door shuts.
Grytpype: fifty million, eh? [Sings softly] Christmas in
Capri, millions of moulah
Fx: Door opens.
Eccles: [singing] "I talk to the trees. But they all put
me...". Hallo!
Grytpype: Hello
Eccles: Ooohh. I see you got that old red sack full of them
forged notes ready to fool old Bloodnok, then. That was a good idea of yours
having me pack those two sacks eh, eh?. That was fine, fine. Here, where's the
blue sack with the real stuff?
Grytpype: This is the blue one.
Eccles: Oh! That man was right then.
Grytpype: What man?
Eccles: That oculist fellow who said I was colour-blind.
Grytpype: You mean Bloodnok's the real money?
Eccles: Yeah. [sings] "I talks to the trees, that's why
they put me away..."
Grytpype: Moriarty! Quick!
Fx: Whoosh! Whoosh!
Eccles: (sings) I talk to der trees - dat's why . . . (etc.)
Fx: Door opens.
Bluebottle: Has Mr. Grytpype gone, Eccles?
Eccles: Yeah. Yeah.
Bluebottle: Hehe, and left us the blue sack with all the real
money?
Eccles: Yeah.
Bluebottle: Eccles:
[Laughing and tee-heeing]
Bluebottle: Oh, I like this game, don't you?
Eccles: The money game...
Bluebottle: Yes...
Eccles: ...The big money game
Bluebottle: ...the money game
Bluebottle: Eccles:
[sings] Christmas in Capri, plenty of mooolah...
Orchestra: Mexican/spanish music-type link
Fx: Door opens.
Bloodnok: (breathlessly) Juan! Pack everything. I've millions
of moulah. I must leave before Neddie gets back...
Juan: You'd better take that President Fred makeup off.
Bloodnok: Yes, there!
Fx: Door bursts open.
Seagoon: Major Bloodnok, My mission's completed. Here's a
photo of a four pound note.
Bloodnok: Wait! Wait! Wait! This note in the phototograph...
it's a forgery!
Seagoon: Oh no. Gad, I've been tricked! Bloodnok, I'll go
right back!
Fx: Door slams.
Bloodnok: (hums) Christmas in Capri - let's count the moolah.
Fx: Door opens.
Moriarty: Hands up!
Bloodnok: Ah! Great thundering widgets of Kludge! Put down
that double-action hydraulic-recoil eighteen-inch Howitzer.
Moriarty: No. It belonged to my mother.
Bloodnok: What do you want?
Moriarty: Give me the sack of money.
Bloodnok: Come, come, Moriarty. Old friends mustn't fall out.
Moriarty: Very well, we'll settle this amicably.
Bloodnok: How?
Moriarty: Like this.
Fx: Shot.
Bloodnok: Ah! Shot through me gaiters!
Moriarty: Sapristi, ying-ting-iddle-I po. Got him.
Fx: Door opens.
Grytpype: Is he dead?
Moriarty: Yes.
Fx: Shot.
Moriarty: Ooooh! I'm shot in the kringe!
Fx: Thud.
Grytpype: Got him!
Fx: Door opens.
Seagoon: Grytpype!
Grytpype: Hello, Neddie.
Seagoon: What are these men lying on the floor for?
Grytpype: We haven't got any carpets.
Seagoon: Oh look. Eccles told me that Bloodnok ran off with a
red sack full of banknotes, believing them to be real.
Grytpype: And - weren't they?
Seagoon: No. The real ones are with Eccles.
Grytpype: Oh!
Fx: Whoosh. Door shuts. (Pause.) Door opens.
Eccles: Hullo. Has he gone?
Seagoon: Yes.
Eccles: Fine, fine, fine. Fine, fine, fine. You know, I'm not
really colour-blind at all. I only said that to fool Bluebottle. That blue
sack you're holding is full of the real stuff.
Seagoon: Blue? This is a red sack.
Eccles: Ooooh! Then you got the wrong stuff. Bluebottle's got
the real stuff.
Seagoon: Then I must find him and collect the Gas Board's
four pounds from President Fred's treasure. Farewell.
Fx: Door shuts.
Eccles: Fine. {sings] "I'm just a strolling
vagabond..."
[Pause]
Fx: Door opens.
Bluebottle: Has he gone, Eccles?
Eccles: Yup, yup.
Bluebottle: And now we have both sacks - the red one and the
blue one. Heehee! We have both sacks. This is a good game ya know, that what
is. This is what is liking this game. Eccles, which sack has the real money?
Eccles: The blue one.
Bluebottle: Then we will split it fifty-fifty. You take that
nice red one and I'll take this rotten stinking blue one.
Eccles: Fine, fine.
Bluebottle: And you're quite sure you're not colour-blind,
ain't you?
Eccles: No, no, I'm not colour blind.
Bluebottle: Well, goodbye Enccles..
Fx: Door shuts.
Eccles: Goodbye, Redbottle.
Greenslade: Three weeks later, at the head office of the
South Balham Gas Board.
Fx: Knock on door.
Manager: (milligan) Come in.
Fx: Door opens.
Orchestra: Violin 'Hearts and Flowers'.
Manager: Seagoon, put that blasted violin down and get up off
your knees. Here, I'll hold that celluloid baby.
Orchestra: Music Out.
Seagoon: Please sir, I know I failed to collect that bill,
but, couldn't I have my old job back?
Manager: I'm sorry, it's gone. Allow me to introduce our new
gas meter inspector, Balham area, President Fred.
Bloodnok: Ah! Pleased to meet you.
Seagoon: Oh no!
Orchestra: Link.
Greenslade: Meantime, on the Isle of Capri
Orchestra: Guitar music accompaniment.
Eccles: (hums) "0 Sole Mio" etc. . . (Calls) Hey,
Manager! My bill!
Grytpype: Yes, sir. Let me see now, sir. Egg on toast and
small pot of tea - that makes just fifty million pesos.
Eccles: Oh, that's okay. I've got it all here in this blue
sack.
Grytpype: But that's a red sack.
Eccles: Oooh!
Orchestra: Signature tune: up and down for:-
Greenslade: Stop! Stop, please!
Orchestra: Music out.
Greenslade: If the cast will just gather round, the BBC
cashier will pay them for the last overseas repeat in pesos from this blue
sack.
Secombe: But that's a red sack.
Sellers: Blue.
Milligan: It's green.
Orchestra: Signature Tune
Greenslade: That was The Goon Show - a BBC recorded programme
featuring Peter Sellers, Harry Secombe and Spike Milligan with the Ray
Ellington Quartet and Max Geldray. The orchestra was conducted by Wally Stott.
Script by Spike Milligan. Announcer Wallace Greenslade. The programme was
produced by Peter Eton.
Orchestra: 'Crazy Rhythm' Playout.
Transcription by Kurt Adkins: kurt@thegoonshow.co.uk
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