(Cut to room, with doctor, mother, and son. White arrow
superimposed, pointing to the room in general.)
Voice Over: Number 29: The interior of a country house.
Doctor: That's not a part of the body.
Mother: NO, it's a link though.
Son: I didn't think it was very good.
Doctor: No, it's the end of the series, they must be
running out of ideas.
(Inspector Muffin the Mule bursts through the door.)
Muffin: All fight, don't anybody move, there's been a
Mother: A murder?
Muffin: No... no ... not a murder... no what's like a
murder only begins with B?
Muffin: No ... no ... no ... no ... no...
Muffin: Burnley - that's right! Burnley in Lancashire.
There's been a Burnley.
Muffin: Burglary. Yes, good man. Burglary - that's it, of
course. There's been a burglary.
Muffin: In the back, just below the rib.
Doctor: No - that's murder.
Muffin: Oh... er no... in the band... In the bat...
Son: Barclays Bank?
Muffin: Yes. Nasty business - got away with £23,000.
Son: Any clues?
Muffin: Any what?
Son: Any evidence as to who did it?
Muffin: (sarcastically) Any clues, eh? Oh, we don't
half talk posh, don't we? I suppose you say 'ehnvelope' and 'larngerie'
and 'sarndwiches on the settee'! Well this is a murder
investigation, young man, and murder is a very serious business.
Doctor: I thought you said it was a burglary.
Muffin: Burglary is almost as serious a business as
murder. Some burglaries are more serious than murder. A burglary in
which someone gets stabbed is murder! So don't come these petty
distinctions with me. You're as bad as a judge. Right, now! The
first thing to do in the event of a breach of the peace of any kind,
is to... go... (pause) and ... oh, sorry, sorry, I was miles
Doctor: Ring the police?
Muffin: Ring the police. Yes, that's a good idea. Get them
over here fast ... no, on second thoughts, get them over here
slowly, so they don't drop anything.
Mother: Shall I make us all a cup of tea?
Muffin: Make what you like, Boskovitch - it won't help you
Mother: I beg your pardon?
Muffin: I'm sorry, sorry. That's the trouble with being on
two cases at once. I keep thinking I've got Boskovitch cornered and
in fact I'm investigating a Burnley.
Muffin: Burglary! Yes - good man.
(Sound of police siren and sound of ears drawing up outside.)
Doctor: Who's Boskovitch?
Muffin: Hah! Boskovitch is a Russian scientist who is
passing information to the Russians.
Son: Classified information?
Muffin: Oh, there he goes again! 'Classified information'!
Oh, sitting on the 'settee' with our 'scones' and our 'classified
(The door opens and a plainclothes detective plus ten PCs (the
Fred Tomlinson Singers) enter.)