(Scene: A Courtroom with a Judge sitting where a Judge sits,
and a prisoner in the dock.)
JUDGE: Mr. Larch, you heard the case for the prosecution.
Is there anything you wish to say before I pass sentence?
PRISONER: Well... I'd just like to say, m'lud, I've got a
family... a wife and six kids... and I hope very much you don't have
to takeaway my freedom... because... well, because m'lud freedom is
a state much prized within the realm of civilized society. (slips
into Olivier impression) It is a bond wherewith the savage man
may charm the outward hatchments of 'his soul, and soothe the
troubled breast into a magnitude of quiet. It is most precious as a
blessed balm, the savior of princes, the harbinger of happiness,
yea, the very stuff and pith of all we hold most dear. What frees
the prisoner in his lonely cell, chained within the bondage of rude
walls, far from the owl of Thebes? What fires and stirs the woodcock
in his springe or wakes the drowsy apricot betides? What goddess
doth the storm toss'd mariner offer her most tempestuous prayers to?
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
JUDGE: It's only a bloody parking offence.
Counsel walks into court.
COUNSEL: I'm sorry I'm late m'lud I couldn't find a kosher
car park. Er... don't bother to recap m'lud, I'll pick it up as we
go along. Call Mrs. Fiona Lewis.
Mrs. Lewis walks into the court and gets up into the witness box.
CLERK OF THE COURT: Call Mrs. Fiona Lewis.
FIONA LEWIS: (taking bible) I swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said
to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for
a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a
pound, and him with a wooden leg, I don't know how she puts up with
it after all the trouble she's had with her you-know-what, anyway it
was a white wedding much to everyone's surprise, of course they
bought everything on the hire purchase, I think they ought to send
them back where they came from, I mean you've got to be cruel to be
kind so Mrs. Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead
crab she said, she said. Well, her sister's gone to Rhodesia what
with her womb and all, and her youngest, her youngest as thin as a
filing cabinet, and the goldfish, the goldfish they've got whooping
cough they keep spitting water all over their Bratbys, well, they do
don't they, I mean you can't, can you, I mean they're not even
married or anything, they're not even divorced, and he's in the KGB
if you ask me, he says he's a tree surgeon but I don't like the
sound of his liver, all that squeaking and banging every night till
the small hours, his mother's been much better since she had her
head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders,
I said...
(While Mrs. Lewis was talking Counsel was trying to interrupt
and ask questions. Eventually he gives up and she is pushed out of
court still talking.)
JUDGE: Mr. Bartlett, I fail to see the relevance of your
last witness.
COUNSEL: My next witness will explain that if m'ludship
will allow. I call the late Arthur Aldridge.
CLERK OF THE COURT: The late Arthur Aldridge.
JUDGE: The late Arthur Aldridge?
COUNSEL: Yes m'lud.
(A coffin is brought into the court and laid across the
witness box.)
JUDGE: Mr. Bartlett, do you think there is any relevance
in questioning the deceased?
COUNSEL: I beg your pardon m'lud.
JUDGE: Well, I mean, your witness is dead.
COUNSEL: Yes, m'lud. Er, well, er, virtually, m'lud.
JUDGE: He's not completely dead?
COUNSEL: No he's not completely dead m'lud. No. But he's
not at all well.
JUDGE: But if he's not dead, what's he doing in a coffin?
COUNSEL: Oh, it's purely a precaution m'lud - if I may
continue? Mr. Aldridge, you were a... you are a stockbroker of 10
Savundra Close, Wimbledon. (from the coffin comes a bang) Mr.
Aldridge...
JUDGE: What was that knock?
COUNSEL: It means 'yes' m'lud. One knock for 'yes', and
two knocks for 'no'. If I may continue? Mr. Aldridge, would it be
fair to say that you are not at all well? (from the coffin comes
a bang) In fact Mr. Aldridge, not to put too fine a point on it,
would you be prepared to say that you are, as it were, what is
generally known as, in a manner of speaking, 'dead'? (silence,'
counsel listens;) Mr. Aldridge I put it to you that you are
dead. (silence) Ah ha!
JUDGE: Where is all this leading us?
COUNSEL: That will become apparent in one moment m'lud.
(walking over to coffin) Mr. Aldridge are you considering the
question or are you just dead? (silence) I think I'd better
take a look m'lud. (he opens the coffin and looks inside) No
further questions m'lud.
JUDGE: What do you mean, no further questions? You can't
just dump a dead body in my court and say 'no further questions'. I
demand an explanation.
COUNSEL: There are no easy answers in this case m'lud.
JUDGE: I think you haven't got the slightest idea what
this case is about.
COUNSEL: M'lud the strange, damnable, almost diabolic
threads of this extraordinary tangled web of intrigue will shortly
m'lud reveal a plot so fiendish, so infernal, so heinous...
JUDGE: Mr. Bartlett, your client has already pleaded
guilty to the parking offence.
COUNSEL: Parking offence, schmarking offence, m'lud. We
must leave no stone unturned. Call Cardinal Richelieu.
JUDGE: Oh, you're just trying to string this case out.
Cardinal Richelieu?
COUNSEL: A character witness m'lud.
(Fanfare of trumpets. Cardinal Richelieu enters witness box in
beautiful robes.)
CARDINAL: 'Allo everyone, it's wonderful to be 'ere
y'know, I just love your country. London is so beautiful at this
time of year.
COUNSEL: Er, you are Cardinal Armand du Piessis de
Richelieu, First Minister of Louis XIII?
CARDINAL: Oui.
COUNSEL: Cardinal, would it be fair to say that you not
only built up the centralized monarchy in France but also
perpetuated the religious schism in Europe?
CARDINAL: (modesty) That's what they say.
COUNSEL: Did you persecute the Huguenots?
CARDINAL: Oui.
COUNSEL: And did you take even sterner measures against
the great Catholic nobles who made common cause with foreign foes in
defense of their feudal independence?
CARDINAL: I sure did that thing.
COUNSEL: Cardinal. Are you acquainted with the defendant,
Harold Larch?
CARDINAL: Since I was so high (indicated how high).
COUNSEL: Speaking as a Cardinal of the Roman Catholic
Church, as First Minister of Louis XIII, and as one of the
architects of the modern world already - would you say that Harold
Larch was a man of good character?
CARDINAL: Listen. Harry is a very wonderful human being.
COUNSEL: M'lud. In view of the impeccable nature of this
character witness may I plead for clemency?
JUDGE: Oh but it's only thirty shillings.
(Enter Inspector Dim.)
INSPECTOR DIM OF THE YARD: Not so fast!
PRISONER: Why not?
INSPECTOR DIM: (momentarily thrown) None of your
smart answers ... you think you're so clever. Well, I'm Dim.
(A caption appears on the screen 'DIM OF THE YARD')
EVERYONE: (in unison) Dim! Consternation! Uproar!
INSPECTOR DIM: Yes, and I've a few questions I'd like to
ask Cardinal so-called Richelieu.
CARDINAL: Bonjour Monsieur Dim.
INSPECTOR DIM: So-called Cardinal, I put it to you that
you died in December 1642.
CARDINAL: That is correct.
INSPECTOR DIM: Ah ha! He fell for my little trap.
(Court applauds and the Cardinal looks dismayed.)
CARDINAL: Curse you Inspector Dim. You are too clever for
us naughty people.
INSPECTOR DIM: And furthermore I suggest that you are none
other than Ron Higgins, professional Cardinal Richelieu
impersonator.
CARDINAL: It's a fair cop.
COUNSEL: My you're clever Dim. He'd certainly taken me in.
INSPECTOR DIM: It's all in a day's work.
JUDGE: With a brilliant mind like yours, Dim, you could be
something other than a policeman.
INSPECTOR DIM: Yes.
JUDGE: What?
(Piano starts playing.)
INSPECTOR DIM: If I were not in the CID
Something else I'd like to be.
If I were not in the CID
A window cleaner, me!
With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub
And a rub-a-dub all day long.
With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub
I'd sing this merry song!
(Dim mimes window cleaning movements in a sort of a dance
routine. The rest of the court sings the chorus again with him. When
they finish counsel enthusiastically takes over but this time the
court all sit and watch him as though he has gone completely mad.)
INSPECTOR DIM and THE COURT:
If I were not in the CID
Something else I'd like to be.
If I were not in the CID
A window cleaner, me!
With a rub-a-dub-dub and a scrub-a-dub-dub
And a rub-a-dub all day long.
With a scrub-a-dub-dub and a rub-a-dub-dub
I'd sing this very song! Hey!
(music stops)
COUNSEL:
If I were not before the bar
Something else I'd like to be.
If I were not a barrister
An engine driver me!
With a chuff-chuff-chuff and a chuff-chuff-chuff--
(silence)
(He, makes engine miming movements. After a few seconds he
sees that the rest of the court is staring at him in amazement and
he loses momentum rapidly. After he stops a knight in armor walks up
to the counsel and hits him with a raw chicken.)