CAPTION: 'NJORL'S SAGA -- PART II' 
            (Pan across a bleak landscape.) 
            1st Voice Over: This little-known Icelandic saga, written 
            by an unknown hand in the late thirteenth century, has remained 
            undiscovered until today. Now it comes to your screens for the first 
            time. Fresh from the leaves of Iceland's history. The terrible 
            'Njorl's Saga'. 
            (Cut to Viking.) 
            Viking: It's not that terrible. 
            (Cut to landscape. The announcer appears in the comer of the 
            shot.) 
            Announcer: No, I meant terribly violent. 
            (Cut to Viking.) 
            Viking: Oh yeah, yeah. 
            (A Viking hut. A Viking comes out and has great difficulty 
            mounting his horse.) 
            2nd Voice Over: Erik Njorl's, son of Frothgar, leaves his 
            home to seek Hangar the EIder at the home of Thorvald Nlodvisson, 
            the son of Gudleif, half brother of Thorgier, the priest of Ljosa 
            water, who took to wife Thurunn, the mother of Thorkel Braggart, the 
            slayer of Cudround the powerful, who knew Howal, son of Geernon, son 
            of Erik from Valdalesc, son of Arval Gristlebeard, son of Harken, 
            who killed Bjortguaard in Sochnadale in Norway over Cudreed, 
            daughter of Thorkel Long, the son of Kettle-Trout, the half son of 
            Harviyoun Half-troll, father of Ingbare the Brave, who with Isenbert 
            of Gottenberg the daughter of Hangbard the Fierce ... (fades and 
            continues under:) 
            3rd Voice Over: I must apologize for an error in the saga. 
            Evidently Thorgier, the Prieit of Ljosa water who took to wife 
            Thurunn, the mother of Thorkel Braggart, the slayer of Gudmund the 
            powerful, who knew Howal, son of Geernon, son of Erik from Vadalesc 
            ... (fades under next speech) 
            (The Viking has still failed to mount his horse. Both he and 
            the horse look a bit exasperated.) 
            1st Voice Over: Well I'm afraid we're having a little 
            trouble getting this very exciting Icelandic saga started. If any of 
            you at home have any ideas about how to get this exciting saga 
            started again here's the address to write to: 
            4th Voice Over: Help the Exciting Icelandic Saga, 18b 
            MacNorten Buildings, Oban. 
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            (Cut to an office: the announcer at a desk. At another desk a 
            secretary, applies a deodorant spray to her bust.) 
            Announcer: (to camera) Hello, well I was the third 
            voice you heard just now. I'm sorry about that terrible mess. 
            (Cut to the Viking at wheel of car.) 
            Viking: Well it wasn't all that terrible. 
            (Cut back to the office.) 
            Announcer: No, no, I meant terrible in the sense of 
            unfortunate. 
            (Cut to the Viking.) 
            Viking: Oh. 
            (Cut back to the office.) 
            Announcer: Anyway, our plea for assistance has been 
            answered by the North Malden Icelandic Saga Society who've given us 
            some very useful information about the saga and so we carD' on now 
            with 'Njorl's Saga' with our thanks going, once again, to the North 
            Maiden Icelandic Saga Society. 
            (Cut to the Viking standing by his home. He is asleep.)
            
            2nd Voice Over: Erik Njorl, son of Frothgar rode off into 
            the desolate plain. (the Viking manages to mount the horse; he 
            rides off) Day and night he rode, looking neither to right nor 
            left. Stopping neither for food nor rest. (shots of Erik riding 
            through a bleak landscape) Twelve days and nights he rode. 
            Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted 
            waterfall, (Erik rides past a Waterfall) through the elfin 
            glades until he reached his goal. (shot of a modern road sign.' 
            'North Malden -please drive carefully) He had found the rich and 
            pleasant land beyond the mountains, (shots of Erik riding gently 
            through a modern suburban shopping street) the land where golden 
            streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were 
            halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most 
            attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the 
            city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking 
            facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25. Here it was 
            that Erik Njorl, son of Frothgar, met the mayor. Mr. Arthur Huddinut, 
            a local solicitor. 
            (Erik rides up to the town hall and is met by the mayor.)
            
            Mayor: Welcome to North Malden. (to camera) Yes, 
            everyone is welcome to North Malden, none more so than the 
            businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. Here 
            at North Malden... 
            (His voice fades under the following.) 
            1st Voice Over: And we apologize to viewers of 'Njorl's 
            Saga' who may be confused by some of the references to North Malden. 
            After a frank exchange of views we have agreed to carry on showing 
            this version supplied to us by the North Malden Icelandic Saga 
            Society on the undertaking that future scenes will adhere more 
            closely to the spirit of twelfth-century Iceland. 
            (Film leader countdown (5, 4, 3. · .) then shot of Erik riding 
            away into bleak landscape.) 
            2nd Voice Over: With moist eyes, Erik leaves this happy 
            land to return to the harsh uneconomic realities of life in the land 
            of Ljosa waters. On his way Erik rested a while in the land of 
            Bjornsstrand - the land of dark forces, where Gildor was King. 
            (Erik comes to a river in a wood; he drinks) These were the 
            dukes of the land of Bjornsstrand. (sudden shot of six armored 
            knights standing in a row) Proud warriors who bore on their 
            chests the letters of their dread name. 
            (The knights move their shields to reveal on their 
            breastplates the letters M.A.L.D.E.N. Shots of Erik battling with 
            the knights. A telephone rings and the following conversation is 
            heard.) 
            Announcer's Voice: Hello? Is that the North Malden 
            Icelandic Society? 
            Voice: Yes, that's right. 
            Announcer: About this saga. 
            Voice: Oh yes, the Icelandic saga. 
            Announcer: Yes. 
            Voice: Good, isn't it. 
            Announcer: Well er, I don't know, but you promised us that 
            you would stick to the spirit of the original text. 
            Voice: Yes, that's right. 
            Announcer: Well I mean a lot of these things that are 
            happening, well they just don't quite ring true. 
            (One of the knights is carrying a sign: Malden, Gateway to 
            Industry '.) 
            Voice: Well, it's a new interpretation really. 
            (Another carries a sign, 'ICI thanks Malden '.) 
            Announcer: Well we don't want a new... 
            FLASH FRAME CAPTION: 'INVEST IN MALDEN' 
            Announcer: ... I mean we wanted the proper thing... I mean 
            just look what's happening now. 
            (More signs: 'Invest in Malden ', Malden - 45% Interest Free 
            Loans '.) 
            Voice: Banners were a very important part of Icelandic 
            lore, Mr. Mills. 
            Announcer: No, no, I'm sorry I, I can't accept that, it's 
            gone too far, I'm very sorry but we'll have to terminate the 
            agreement. You're just trying to cash in on the BBC's exciting 
            Icelandic saga. 
            (The knights are carrying more and more advertising banners 
            and signs.) 
            Voice: That's business, Mr. Mills. 
            Announcer: Well, that's as maybe but it's not the way the 
            BBC works. 
            Voice: Well I'm sorry you feel that way but er, you know, 
            if you ever want to come to Malden... 
            FLASH CAPTION: 'INVEST IN MALDEN' 
            (Film leader countdown...5, 4, 3...)