INT. DAY. SQUASH COURT.
TWO THIRTY-SOMETHING MEN ARE PLAYING SQUASH AND TALKING.
DAVID:
Have you took on any cases recently involving zombies?
STEPHEN:
Zombies? Nothing recently, although I had a zombie separation a while back. Why?
DAVID:
I had this guy, a zombie of course, enquiring about making a will.
STEPHEN:
Oooh, good shot. . Zombie wills are a real grey area. I remember doing one about ten years ago. Your best bet is to look up Regina v Brains 1985.
DAVID:
It's the dead/undead context, it's really confusing. (PAUSE) You're not at your game today, what's wrong?
STEPHEN:
I'm shattered. The police woke me up last night. They needed a solicitor for their custody suite. I had to represent a kerb crawler.
DAVID:
It wasn't a zombie, was it?
STEPHEN:
No such luck. It's that dalek again.
DAVID:
Him again?
STEPHEN:
Indeed. A habitual offender if ever there was one. But, you know, it'll just be the usual, a fine, a slap on the wrist, or plunger whatever, and away he goes again.
DAVID:
Let's have a break. (PAUSE) I know, the Crown Prosecution Service are loathe to imprison daleks.
STEPHEN:
You know as well as I do that incarcarated daleks absolutely refuse to integrate. Plus, you have staircases.
DAVID:
I could count on one hand the amount of dalek-friendly prisons I know.
STEPHEN:
Anyway, how's Satan's boundary dispute coming on?
DAVID:
Land and Registry are refusing to send a surveyor to Hell. It's threw a real spanner in the works.
STEPHEN:
I nearly forgot. Did I tell you about my wife's golfing partner?
DAVID:
I don't think so.
STEPHEN:
She's in property. Apparently, God has had the estate agents in, for a valuation.
DAVID:
Really? What price did they put on Heaven?
STEPHEN:
Well, it's undisclosed.
DAVID:
Pah! I'll buy you a beer.
STEPHEN:
6.9 Million.
DAVID:
I thought Heaven would be worth more than that.
STEPHEN:
It should have been ten, but it's riddled with damp.