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Animated titles. Music: Black Dyke Mills Band playing a slow dirge.
Stock shot of mill town at the turn of the century - at night.

SUBTITLE: 'JARROW - NEW YEAR'S EVE 1911'
SUBTITLE: 'JARROW 1912' 


Mix through to mill-owner's opulent sitting room at the turn of the century. 
Lady Mountback sits with her crochet. There is a knock on the door.  

Lady Mountback  Come in.  
 
Enter Reg, cap in hand.
  
Reg  Trouble at mill.  

Lady Mountback  Oh no. What sort of trouble?  

Reg  One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.  

Lady Mountback  Pardon?  

Reg  One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.  

Lady Mountback  I don't understand what you're saying.  

Reg  (slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent).  One of the
cross beams has gone out askew on the treddle.  

Lady Mountback  Well what on earth does that mean?  

Reg  I don't know. Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that 
there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of 
Spanish Inquisition.  
 
Jarring chord. The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain enters, 
flanked by two junior cardinals. Cardinal Biggles has goggles pushed over 
his forehead. Cardinal Fang is just Cardinal Fang.  

Ximinez  Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon 
is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... our two weapons 
are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our three weapons are 
fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion 
to the Pope.... Our four...no... amongst our weapons.... amongst 
our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again. 
(exit and exeunt)  

Reg  I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.  
 
Jarring chord. They burst in.  

Ximinez  Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are 
such diverse elements as fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, and an 
almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - oh damn! 
(to Biggles) I can't say it, you'll have to say it.  

Biggles  What?  

Ximinez  You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...'  

Biggles  I couldn't do that...  
 
Ximinez bundles the cardinals outside.  

Reg  I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.  
 
They all enter.  

Biggles  Er.... Nobody...um....  

Ximinez  Expects.  

Biggles  Expects... Nobody expects the...um...the Spanish...um...  

Ximinez  Inquisition.  

Biggles  I know...I know! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. In fact, 
those who do expect...  

Ximinez  Our chief weapons are...  

Biggles  Our chief weapons are...um...er...  

Ximinez  Surprise.  

Biggles  Surprise and...  

Ximinez  Stop. Stop there! Stop there. Whew! Our chief weapon is surprise, 
blah, blah, blah, blah. 

Cardinal, read the charges.  

Fang  You are hereby charged that you did on diverse dates commit heresy 
against the Holy Church. My old man said follow the...  

Biggles  That's enough. (to Lady Mountback) Now, how do you plead?  

Lady Mountback  We're innocent.  

Ximinez  Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!  
 
SUPERIMPOSED CAPTION: 'DIABOLICAL LAUGHTER'  

Biggles  We'll soon change your mind about that!  
 
SUPERIMPOSED CAPTION: 'DIABOLICAL ACTING'  

Ximinez  Fear, surprise, and a most ruthless... (controls himself with 
a supreme effort) ooooh! Now, 

Cardinal, the rack!  
 
Biggles produces a plastic-coated dish-drying rack. Ximinez looks at it 
and clenches his teeth in an effort not to lose control. He hums heavily 
to cover his anger.  

Ximinez  You....Right! Tie her down. (Fang and Biggles make a pathetic 
attempt to tie her on to the drying rack) Right! How do you plead?  

Lady Mountback  Innocent.  

Ximinez  Ha! Right! Cardinal, give the rack (oh dear) give the rack a turn.  
 
Cardinal Biggles stands their awkwardly and shrugs.  

Biggles  I....  

Ximinez  (gritting his teeth) I know. I know you can't. I didn't want to 
say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.  

Biggles  I...  

Ximinez  It makes it all seem so stupid.  

Biggles  Shall I, um...?  

Ximinez  Oh, go on, just pretend for God's sake.  
 
Biggles turns an imaginary handle on the side of the rack. The doorbell 
rings. Reg detaches himself from the scene and answers it. Outside there 
is a dapper BBC man with a suit and a beard, slightly arty.  

BBC Man  Ah, hello, you don't know me, but I'm from the BBC. We were wondering 
if you'd come and answer the door in a sketch over there, in that sort 
of direction... You wouldn't have to do anything - just open the door and 
that's it.  

Reg  Oh, well all right, yes.  

BBC Man  Jolly good. Come this way.