Ok my take on a Welsh sitcom. A Welsh cake for whoever makes it better.
Dead and Gone
Scene 1- A Welsh Undertakers Shop
Ext- Shop sign Mabinogion Funeral Home.
Int- Several types of coffin can be seen.
Alfred Mabinogion proprietor is sat at the counter. He's in his fifties, greying hair. He's reading a women's magazine.
Alfred
A hundred and one beauty products you can't live without. Free nasal hair remover inside.
[He takes nasal hair remover out]
Alfred
Place at base of nostril. Squeeze tight and twist sharply away from nose. Right, in for a penny.
[He places hair remover at base of nostril and tugs away sharply]
Alfred
JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!
[He writhes in pain holding his nose]
It's an instrument of torture!
[He crouches moaning loudly]
Sfx: Shop bell
[An old lady enters the shop]
Old Lady
Hello! Shop!
[Alfred appears from beneath counter holding his nose. He puts magazine and hair remover under the counter]
Alfred
Good morning. Alfred Mabinogion at your service. How can I help you?
Old Lady
I'd like to bury my husband.
Alfred
Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry for your…
[Whips up a price chart from beneath counter]
…loss. You'll find us very reasonable. Were you looking for something a bit special for your nearest and dearest? Only last week we buried a local celebrity train spotter. Nice steam engine engraved on the coffin and a guards flag draped across the top. Highly ironic that it was the train he failed to spot that got him in the end.
Old Lady
What nonsense. Waste of money. What's your basic service?
Alfred [under breath]
We could put him in a sack and chuck him in a skip.
Old Lady
I beg your pardon?
Alfred
I said 'don't worry about that, we've all prices to fit!'
Old Lady
Very well so what's the least expensive?
Alfred
We do a very reasonable biodegradable coffin for under five hundred pounds.
Old Lady
That's your cheapest?
Alfred
Very competitive I'll think you'll find. Pay twice that in Cardiff. I'll even throw in a free nasal hair remover.
[puts it on counter]
Old Lady
Very well it'll have to do.
Alfred
Just some details then. When did he pass away?
Old Lady
Oh he's not dead.
Alfred
Not dead.
Old Lady
No.
Alfred
Work with me here.
Old Lady
But he will be soon.
Alfred
Ah, how unfortunate. Terminal illness then. I'm terribly sorry.
Old Lady
Well don't be. He's only not dead because he has the uncanny ability to find his asthma pump. He suffers terribly with it you know. The next attack could kill him…if I find a good enough place to hide the damn thing.
Alfred
Remarkable.
Old Lady
I know! He sniffs it out like a blood hound. Still one must keep trying. I have a young man who does for me on a Thursday. Like a raging stallion he is and Derek, well Derek just interferes. It'll be better for him this way. I'll make a deposit then. Here's ten pounds.
Alfred
A whole ten pounds.
[shouting to off stage]
Colin fetch in the savings book!
Old Lady
I don't need to be there do I?
Alfred
Where?
Old Lady
At the funeral.
Alfred
Duw no. Shudder the thought. We'll take care of everything. But that is extra on the deposit. It has to be a hundred I'm afraid. Running costs and admin.
Old Lady
That's extortion!
Alfred
Maybe, but it's not murder is it now.
[Enter Colin with book. He walks slowly to the counter and puts the book overly gently on the top. He then backs away, bows and leaves.]
Old Lady
Is he alright?
Alfred
He's Di-Polar.
Old Lady
Di-Polar?
Alfred
Yes, it's the Welsh version of bi-polar. Normally bi-polar sufferers are slow of thought and deed for half the time but then hyper-active, intelligent, dare I say it bordering on the genius for the other half. However Colin only has the first half. Or he's just peculiar. Take your pick really. Cash cheque or credit card?
Old Lady
Cash
Alfred
You know I told myself there had to be something I'd like about you. If you'll just put your name and address in the book.
[She writes in book]
A headstone?
[She looks up]
Silly me. Right that should do you for now. When Derek finally loses his title as the world's greatest hide and seek player do let us know.
[Enter Rhian]
Rhian
Hello you old skin flint
Alfred
Hello tart
[She goes through shop and disappears through a door behind the counter. Old lady looks at them both quizzically]
It's my daughter. She's having it off with an [beat] Englishman.
Old Lady
Good for her
Alfred
I thought you would approve
[Old lady turns and leaves]
Bye bye! Die soon.
[Alfred picks up the phone and dials]
Hello can I speak to Sergeant Meyrick?
[beat]
Steve, its Alfred. You know you were telling me that your arrest rates have been down lately, well how does attempted murder sound?
[beat]
Yes name, address everything. Now Steve, we both know you've got Gareth 'I want to listen to Radio 3 in the bath' Jenkins down the morgue and I would be very happy if you sent the grieving widow my way for a bit of tlc and a whacking great funeral to follow.
[beat]
I know your uncle owns the funeral parlour in Blaencwm but he's not giving you a hot tip is he.
[beat]
Afford it? Have you forgotten that the widow Jenkins has a large endowment, including a priceless pair of magnificent breasts.
[Beat]
It's a done deal then?
[Beat]
Excellent. Call around later and I'll give you the necessary.
[Alfred puts down phone. Rhian enters]
Rhian
What you up to you old schemer?
Alfred
Just a nice bit of business.
[He rips page out of savings book and pockets money]
Now, how are my books looking?
End of scene 1