(Cut to vox pop of city gent in a busy street.)
City Gent: Fivepenny please.
(Cut to stock film of audience rolling about with laughter and
clapping. Cut back to vox pop. of city gent in street. He looks
rather bewildered. He shrugs, turns and as he starts to walk away
the camera pulls out. We see the city gent pass two colleagues.)
City Gent: Morning.
(They collapse laughing and roll about on the pavement. The
city gent hurries on, and turns into the door of a big office block.
Cut to the foyer. A hall porter is standing behind a counter.)
City Gent: Not so warm today, George.
A shriek of mirth from the porter who collapses behind the
counter. The city gent continues walking into the lift. There are
two other dry gents and one secretary already in the lift. The doors
Man's Voice: Good morning.
Secretary's Voice: Good morning.
City Gents: Voice Good morning.
(Shrieks of laughter. Cut to the doors of the lift on the
third floor. Lift doors open and the city gent steps out rather
quickly looking embarrassed. Behind him he leaves the three
collapsed with mirth on the floor. The lift doors shut and the lift
goes down again. Cut to interior of boss's office. A knock on the
door. The boss is standing with his back to the door desperately
preparing himself to keep a straight face.)
Boss: Come in, Mr. Horton.
(The city gent enters.)
City Gent: Morning, sir.
Boss: Do - do sit down. (he indicates chair, trying not
to look at the city gent)
City Gent: Thank you, sir.
(The boss starts to snigger but suppresses it with feat of
Boss: Now then Horton, you've been with us for twenty
years, and your work in the accounts department has been immaculate
(the city gent starts to speak; the boss suppresses another burst
of laughter) No no - please don't say anything. As I say, your
work has been beyond reproach, but unfortunately the effect you have
on your colleagues has undermined the competence (almost starts
laughing) ... has undermined the competence of this firm to such
a point that I'm afraid that I've got no option but to sack you.
City Gent: (in a broken voice) I'm sorry to hear
that, sir. (the boss giggles, gets up hastily and turning his
back on city gent leans against the mantelpiece; his desire to laugh
mounts through the next speech) It couldn't have come at a worse
time. There's school fees for the two boys coming up, and the wife's
treatment costing more now ... I don't know where the money's coming
from as it is. And now I don't see any future ... I'd been hoping
I'd be able to hang on here just for the last couple of years but...
now ... I just want to go out and end it all.
(The boss cannot control himself any longer. He collapses in
helpless mirth, falling all over the room· Immediately we cut to
stock film of terrific audience laughter.)