CHARLIE |
What do you reckon, Bert? |
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BERT |
Dunno, Charlie. You�re the expert. |
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CHARLIE scans the door and its surrounds. |
CHARLIE |
No alarm system; no bolts; no padlocks; no nuffing. |
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BERT |
You�re right, Charlie. |
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CHARLIE |
A doddle. |
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BERT |
To work? |
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CHARLIE |
To work. |
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BERT takes out from the bag a small collapsible card-table and sets it up centre-stage. From the bag, BERT also takes out a tool-roll and unrolls it on the table. Meanwhile, CHARLIE is methodically putting on a pair of rubber gloves and flexing his fingers. The two adopt an air of professionalism, as if they were surgeons at an operation. CHARLIE is the �chief surgeon�, BERT is his assistant. | ||||
CHARLIE holds out hand to BERT. |
CHARLIE |
Spray. |
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BERT clasps his hands and bows his head in prayer. CHARLIE looks wonderingly at BERT then cuffs him round the head. | ||||
CHARLIE |
I said, �spray� � the spray. |
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BERT takes an aerosol can from the tool-roll and hands it to CHARLIE. |
BERT |
Sorry, I thought �.Spray. |
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CHARLIE sprays into the keyhole of the door. |
CHARLIE |
Keys. |
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BERT hands CHARLIE a large bunch of keys from the tool-roll. |
BERT |
Keys. |
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CHARLIE looks expertly at the keys before choosing one. He tries it in the lock only to find that it doesn�t fit. He glances over his shoulder to see if BERT has noticed before selecting a second choice, then a third, then a fourth. BERT loses interest and starts to read a comic. CHARLIE eventually hands back the keys with a casual toss of the head. |
CHARLIE |
I � er � think we�ll try the picks. |
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BERT hands CHARLIE a bunch of angled wires of various sizes. |
BERT |
Right you are, Charlie. Picks. |
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CHARLIE flexes his fingers before delicately choosing a pick. He tries this in the lock with no success. As before, he tries various others to no avail. BERT, meanwhile, is picking his finger-nails meticulously. |
CHARLIE |
Of course � should have seen it earlier. Screwdriver. |
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BERT hands CHARLIE a screwdriver from the tool-roll. |
BERT |
Of course. Screwdriver. |
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CHARLIE makes an attempt to unscrew the lock. No success. |
CHARLIE |
Philips screwdriver. |
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BERT looks puzzled. |
BERT |
Philip�s got it. |
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CHARLIE |
Doh! Philips screwdriver � with the little star thingy on the end of it. |
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BERT hunts for screwdriver and passes it to CHARLIE. |
BERT |
Oops! Philips screwdriver. |
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CHARLIE now works his way through a succession of tools, becoming slightly more frantic with each new demand. He shields what he is doing from BERT and the audience but loud thumping, clanking, bashing noises betray that it lacks finesse. |
CHARLIE |
Pliers. |
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BERT |
Pliers. |
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CHARLIE |
Hammer. |
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BERT |
Hammer. |
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CHARLIE |
Chisel. |
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BERT |
Chisel. |
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CHARLIE |
Drill. |
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BERT now resorts to the tool-bag and hands CHARLIE a drill |
BERT |
Drill. |
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CHARLIE |
Jemmy. |
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BERT |
Jemmy. |
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CHARLIE |
Sledge. |
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BERT producies a snow-sledge from the tool-bag. |
BERT |
Sledge. |
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CHARLIE |
SledgeHAMMER! |
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BERT hunts in the bag to find the tool. |
BERT |
As you were, Charlie. Sledgehammer. |
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CHARLIE now sets about trying to demolish the door, but to no avail. He then turns his attention to digging around the base of the door. |
CHARLIE |
Spade. |
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BERT |
Spade. |
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CHARLIE |
Pickaxe. |
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BERT |
Pickaxe. |
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CHARLIE |
Pneumatic drill. |
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BERT |
Pneumatic drill. |
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CHARLIE finally turns from the door, exhausted. Tools litter the ground. Sweat drips from his forehead. |
CHARLIE |
This one�s slightly more difficult than usual, Bert. |
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BERT is still chirpy |
BERT |
If you say so, Charlie. |
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CHARLIE |
It�s a little extreme, perhaps, but �. Pass me the jelly! |
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BERT reaches into the tool-bag to produce a plate of jelly |
BERT |
Ho-ho, jelly, eh, Charlie. |
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CHARLIE |
Not jelly �. Gelly �. Gelignite! |
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BERT roots around in the bag. |
BERT |
Sorry, Charlie, my mistake. Gelignite. |
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CHARLIE fixes the gelignite to the door. |
CHARLIE |
Detonator. |
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BERT |
Detonator. |
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CHARLIE eases the detonator into the gelignite. |
CHARLIE |
Cable. |
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BERT |
Cable. |
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CHARLIE attaches the cable to the detonator. |
CHARLIE |
Plunger. |
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BERT produces a rubber sink-plunger. |
BERT |
Plunger. |
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CHARLIE is exasperated and forms his hands into fists. He starts to advance on BERT but checks himself and turns his fists downwards to mime the plunging action. |
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BERT looks quizzical � then likewise makes a plunging action � realises � and turns to produce a plunger-detonator from the tool-bag. |
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CHARLIE attaches the end of the cable to the plunger mechanism. Carrying the plunger, CHARLIE and BERT retreat to the far side of the stage � perhaps even to the back of the hall. BERT puts his fingers in his ears. |
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CHARLIE |
Fingers. |
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BERT does not hear, because he has his fingers in his ears. |
BERT |
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CHARLIE removes BERT�s fingers and repeats � |
CHARLIE |
Fingers. |
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BERT now stands behind CHARLIE and places his fingers in CHARLIE�s ears as CHARLIE prepares to operate the plunger to detonate the explosive. |
BERT |
Sorry, Charlie. |
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CHARLIE plunges! There is a loud explosion! Bursting a balloon just offstage is quite effective. Alternatively, a large jagged �flash-card� printed with the word �BANG� appears near the door. The door stands intact. CHARLIE and BERT make their way back to the door. CHARLIE sinks to a seated position on the floor. |
CHARLIE |
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Weakly |
CHARLIE |
Bucket. |
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BERT produces a bucket of water from the bag |
BERT |
Bucket. |
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CHARLIE |
Sponge. |
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BERT produces a sponge from the bucket |
BERT |
Sponge. |
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CHARLIE |
(Sighs.) |
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BERT squeezes the wet sponge over CHARLIE�s head. BERT sinks to the ground beside CHARLIE. |
BERT |
(Sighs.) |
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Without a word, a young CHILD enters and walks across to the door. The CHILD steps over BERT and CHARLIE and knocks firmly on the door. The door opens and the CHILD enters. CHARLIE collapses even further to lay full-stretch on the ground. BERT takes CHARLIE's legs and drags him from the scene. |
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- END - |
Jesus said, �I am the door.� (JOHN 10:9)
��to him who knocks it will be opened.� (LUKE 10:10)