(Scene: Another chemist's shop with a different chemist 
            standing at the counter. A superimposed caption on the screen: 'A 
            LESS NAUGHTY CHEMIST'S' A man walks in.) 
            Man: Good morning. 
            Chemist: Good morning, sir. 
            Man: Good morning. I'd like some aftershave, please. 
            Chemist: Ah, certainly. Walk this way, please. 
            Man: If I could walk that way I wouldn't need aftershave.
            
            (The policeman runs into the shop and hauls the man off. Cut 
            to shop again. Caption on screen: 'A NOT AT ALL NAUGHTY CHEMIST'S' 
            Another chemist is standing with a large sign reading 'A Not At All 
            Naughty Chemist'. Pull back to reveal sign above stock reads 'Not At 
            All Naughty Chemists Ltd'. A man enters.) 
            Man: Good morning. 
            Chemist: (puts down sign) Good morning, sir. Can I 
            help you? 
            Man: Yes. I'd like some aftershave. 
            Chemist: Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t... Would you 
            like to try this, sir. It's our very very latest, it's called Sea 
            Mist. 
            Man: (sniffs it) I quite like it. 
            Chemist: How about something a little more musky? This 
            one's called Mimmo. 
            Man: Not really, no. Have you anything a little more 
            fishier? 
            Chemist: Fishier? 
            Man: Fishier. 
            Chemist: Fish, fish, fish. A fishy requisite-t-t-t-t-t...
            
            Man: Like halibut or sea bass. 
            Chemist: Or bream? 
            Man: Yes. 
            Chemist: No, we haven't got any of that... ah, I've got 
            mackerel... or cod... or hake... 
            Man: You haven't got anything a little more halibutish?
            
            Chemist: Er... parrot? What's that doing there? Or skate 
            with just a hint of prawn? Or crab, tiger and almonds, very unusual.
            
            Man: I really had my heart set on halibut. 
            Chemist: Well, sir, we had a fishy consignment in this 
            morning, so I could nip down to the basement and see if I can come 
            up trumps on this particular requisite-t-t-t-t-t. So it was 
            halibut... or... ? 
            Man: Sea bass. 
            Chemist: Sea bass. Won't be a moment. 
            (The man waits for a few seconds, starts becoming 
            uncomfortable, looks at watch, hums.) 
            Man: (to camera) Sorry about this... pore pom 
            pore... Normally we try to avoid these little ... pauses ... 
            longeurs... only dramatically he's gone down to the basement, you 
            see. 'Come, there isn't really a basement but he just goes off and 
            we pretend... Actually what happens is he goes off there, off 
            camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he's gone down 
            ... to the basement. Actually I think he's rather overdoing it. Ah!
            
            (Long shot of the chemist with canon waiting off camera. Floor 
            manager cues him and he walks to counter.) 
            Chemist: Well, sorry, sir. (out of breath) Lot of 
            steps. (man winks at camera) Well, I'm afraid it didn't come 
            in this morning, sir. But we have got some down at our Kensington 
            branch. I'll just nip down there and get it for you. 
            Man: How long will that be? 
            Chemist: Twenty minutes. 
            Man: Twenty minutes! 
            (As he stands getting embarrassed, a girl hastily dressed as 
            an assistant approaches him and hands him a message on a long 
            stick.) 
            Man: Oh... I wonder what other people use for aftershave 
            lotion? 
            (Cut to vox pops film.) 
            First Gumby: I use a body rub called Halitosis to make my 
            breath seem sweet. 
            Second Gumby: I use an aftershave called Semprini. 
            (He is hauled off by policeman.) 
            Chemist: (hurrying Past) I'm sorry, sorry - can't 
            stop now, I've got to get to Kensington. 
            Cardinal Ximinez: I use two kinds of aftershave lotions - 
            Frankincense, Myrrh - three kinds of aftershave lotions, 
            Frankincense, Myrrh, Sandalwood - four kinds of aftershave lotion. 
            Frankincense, .... 
            Another Man: I have a cold shower every morning just 
            before I go mad, and then I go mad, 1. Mad, 2. Mad, 3. Mad, 4... 
            Shabby: I use Rancid Polecat number two. It keeps my skin 
            nice and scaly. 
            Chemist: (hurrying Past) Sorry again. Can't stop - 
            got to get back. 
            (Cut back to chemist's where the man is at a clock on wall 
            pushing minute hand round twenty minutes. He looks at the camera 
            guiltily and returns to right side of counter. The chemist enters.)
            
            Chemist: Well I'm afraid they don't have any at our 
            Kensington branch. But we have some down at the depot. 
            Man: Where's that? 
            Chemist: Aberdeen. 
            Man: Aberdeen? 
            Chemist: It's all fight. Wait here ... I've got a car. 
            Man: No, no, no. I'll take the other, the crab, tiger 
            and... 
            Chemist: Almond requisite... t... t... ? 
            Man: I'll take it. 
            (The chemist turns his back. A shoplifter enters. There is two 
            men inside a large mac. He has false arms behind his back a la Duke 
            of Edinburgh. The man watches him. He strolls to the counter and 
            then two arms come out of coat and grab things from counter taking 
            them inside the coat. Then these two arms are joined by a third arm 
            which is black. All these arms steal stuff. The man taps the chemist 
            and points at shoplifter. Chemist watches and then blows whistle. 
            They wait for a tick. Then the policeman runs into the shop.)