Hi, all.
Anyone familiar with my Naptime in the Quicklime stuff will know this one as part of a monologue. This is a rewrite as a radio sketch. Comments appreciated.
INT. SCOTLAND YARD – DAY
F/X: OFFICE HUBBUB.
AN OPERATOR ANSWERS A CALL.
OPERATOR:
Scotland Yard, what up?
TERRORIST:
This is your hour of reckoning! No longer will my people sleep under oppression while…
OPERATOR:
…you what, mate?
TERRORIST:
I have a bomb!
OPERATOR:
I've got an X-Box - bully for you.
TERRORIST:
Are you listening to what I am saying? In five minutes I will detonate an explosive device…
OPERATOR:
…yeah, yeah. So what's the code?
TERRORIST:
Code?
OPERATOR:
Can't blow up a bomb without a code, mate.
TERRORIST:
I don't have a code!
OPERATOR:
Then make something up!
TERRORIST:
(SIGH)
I don't know. One. Five. Seventeen.
OPERATOR:
That's not going to do it! It goes number, number, letter. What's the letter?
TERRORIST:
I don't know! G!
OPERATOR:
G for what? G for Gnu?
TERRORIST:
Gnu!
OPERATOR:
Yeah, it’s like a wildebeest. Horns shaped like big hands. (PAUSE) No, wait, I'm thinking of an elk, or something of that ilk.
TERRORIST:
Ilk?
OPERATOR:
Yeah. Not to be confused with an elk.
TERRORIST:
Are you paying attention to me?
OPERATOR:
Yeah, it's just… I'm stuck on this five down – 'an utterly foolish or senseless person' - what do you reckon?
TERRORIST:
You're playing a crossword?!
OPERATOR:
Listen, mate – I didn't want to say anything but you're coming across a bit threatening.
TERRORIST:
This is a bomb threat, you idiot!
OPERATOR:
'Idiot'! That's my five down!
F/X: DISTANT BOOM! PHONE CRACKLE. DEAD LINE.
OPERATOR:
Hello? Hello? (TO HIMSELF) Funny fella.
END