(Oak-panelled door with notice on it saying 'Prawn Salad Ltd'. The
butler pushes it open and shows man into living room. The room is fairly
large, containing at one end opposite the door a big window, making the
room look quite high up - although it should be stately rather than
modern. In the middle of the room's back wall there is a large ornate
mirror, over a mantelpiece filled with objects. To the right of this wall
there is a large bookshelf filled with books, and in front of it there is a
drinks trolley.)
Butler: Well, if you'll just wait in here, sir, I'm sure Mr
Thompson won't keep you waiting long.
Man: Fine. Thanks very much.
He picks up a magazine. The mirror behind him without warning falls
off the wall and smashes to the ground. The butler returns, and looks at
the man enquiringly.
Man: The mirror fell off the wall.
Butler: Sir?
Man: The mirror fell off... off the wall... it fell.
Butler: (polite but disbelieving) I see. You'd better wait here. I'll get a cloth.
(The butler just closes the door behind him and the bookcase detaches itself
from the wall and comes sweeping down, bringing with it the drinks
trolley. The butler opens the door.)
Man: Ah, it ... it came off the wall.
Butler: Yes, sir?
Man: It just came right off the wall.
Butler: Really, sir.
Man: Yes, I ... I didn't touch it.
Butler: (politely ironic) Of course not. It just fell off the wall.
Man: Yes. It just fell off the wall.
Butler: Don't move. I'll get help.
(He goes.)
Man: Yes - er, fell off the wall.
(A maid enters.)
Maid: Oh my God, what a mess. 'Ere, did you do this?
Man: No, no. I didn't do all this. It... it did it all.
Maid: Oh? Well... 'ere, hold this. I'll get started.
(She hands him a dagger.)
Man: Oh, it's jolly nice. What is it?
Maid: It's a Brazilian dagger. Ooops.
(She trips, falls lethally on to the dagger he is holding. She collapses at his
feet. There is blood on the dagger and his hand. He is looking down at
her, when he becomes aware of a man in a green baize apron at the door,
who is looking at him in horror.)
Man: Er, she just fell on ... on to the dagger.
Green: (soothingly) Yes, of course she did, sir.
Man: Yes, just gave me the dagger and tripped, and went, 'Oops'.
Green starts backing round the room away from him, but humouring him.
Green: Yes sir, I understand.
Man: I mean, I didn't er...
Green: Oh no, no, of course not, sir, I understand.
Man: I mean she ... she just, er...
Green: Fell?
Man: Fell.
Green: (backs off too far and falls backwards through the window) Arrghh!
Man: (to window) I'm terribly sorry.
(A policeman and the butler appear at the door.)
Butler: That's him.
Policeman: Right, sir.
Man: Hello, officer. There seems to have been an accident. Well, several
accidents actually.
Policeman: That's right, sir. Would you come this way, please. (goes
towards him) Ahh! (clutches chest) It's me ... me heart, sir. (collapses)
Butler: You swine. I'll get you for that.
(He is about to move forward when a large portion of the ceiling collapses on him. He goes down, too.)
Man: Er, I won't wait. I'll phone.
(He moves off through door. Large crashing sounds. He comes downstairs
into a stretch of hall leading to an outside door. As he comes suits of
amour collapse, bookcase glass smashes, a grandfather dock tips over and
smashes, pictures fall off walls. All this quite quickly in sequence as he
passes in horror. He gets to the main door. We see his relief. He doses the
main door behind him, slamming it: it's a country-house-type entrance.
Cut to stock film of country house being blown up. Cut back to man
looking in horror, with dust and rubble swirling around. He is holding
the remains of the door.)
Man: Sorry.
Series 2 Scripts