EXT 1. A COACH IS BEING HELD UP BY A MOUNTED HIGHWAYMAN AND HIS ACCOMPLICE.
HIGHWAYMAN
Stand and deliver!
EXT 2. THE COACH HAS STOPPED. THE ACCOMPLICE REMAINS MOUNTED AND IS KEEPING THE DRIVER COVERED WITH A PISTOL. THE HIGHWAYMAN HAS DISMOUNTED AND IS OPENING THE DOOR OF THE COACH. INSIDE ARE A LADY, A FOP AND A BISHOP.
HIGHWAYMAN
Sirs, madam. Your purses, please. And madam your jewellery.
LADY
You fiend. I defy you to lay a hand on me.
HIGHWAYMAN
Honestly madam...
LADY
I know all about you highwaymen. How you ravish poor defenceless women.
HIGHWAYMAN
Look...
LADY
Totally defenceless. Within your power to do with as you will!
HIGHWAYMAN
Now hang on...
LADY
Sating your abominable lust.
SHE FIXES THE HIGHWAYMAN WITH A STARE.
LADY
You are going to sate your abominable lust?
HIGHWAYMAN
The thing is we are on quite a tight schedule.
LADY
All highwaymen sate their abominable lusts.
FOP
Absolutely old fellow, you can't go around holding up coaches and not ravishing defenceless women. Just not on, wot.
BISHOP
Sadly my son, it is the way of the world. (LEANING OVER AND PATTING THE LADY ON THE KNEE.) You had best get them out my dear.
THE LADY STARTS UNLACING HER BLOUSE
HIGHWAYMAN
No really madam, there's no need.
DRIVER
'Right you know. Coach has been held up more times than I have had cold gruel, and the women always been ravished, wouldn't be right not to. I had that Dick Turpin in the back of the coach the other day, ravished a countess and her two daughters he did. Beautiful bit of ravishing it was. A real craftsman.
HIGHWAYMAN
I am honestly quite happy with just the purses and the jewels.
LADY (LEANING OUT THE WINDOW AND INDICATING THE ACCOMPLICE)
I don't suppose...?
HIGHWAYMAN
Er... Norm?
ACCOMPLICE (INDIGNANT)
I'm married!
FOP
Look, if it moves things along I would be quite happy to give it a bash...
LADY
Oh, no that wouldn't be the same thing at all.
FOP
I'm frightfully keen, dontcha know.
LADY
Absolutely not. Why it would be like going into restaurant and being served by one of the other diners! No it just wouldn't do. (TO THE HIGHWAYMAN) What sort of highwayman are you anyway?
THE HIGHWAYMAN LOOKS DOWN AT HIS FEET.
LADY
Well?
HIGHWAYMAN
Look, the thing is I'm gay.
THERE IS AN AWKWARD SILENCE, THEN...
BISHOP (BENDING OVER AND PRESENTING HIS REAR)
Oh very well then, but try and make it quick.
END.