Another doorstep-sketch. A classic set up! If anyone can think of a good replacement for Terry's Neopolitans in this sketch, I'd love to hear it.
EXT. A DOORSTEP - DAY
Two smartly-dressed young MEN knock on a door. It is answered by AGNES, an old lady.
AGNES
Yes?
MAN 1
Hello, yes, this is just a courtesy call really. We're in the area organising a witch hunt...
AGNES
Really? How exciting.
MAN 1
Yes, you might have noticed in recent times that petrol prices have gone through the roof, the property market is in decline, there was a three headed calf born in the next village along and you remember those little, individually wrapped chocolates... um...
MAN 2
Terry's Neopolitans. They were great, like tiny chocolate bars, all different flavours.
MAN 1
Yeah, Neopolitans, you can't get them any more. Why? Nobody really knows...
MAN 2
Nobody.
MAN 1
...but we suspect witchcraft. So we're hunting witches, and we have a couple of questions for you, if that's OK. Um, firstly, are you a witch?
AGNES
No.
MAN 2
You are an old lady though.
AGNES
Yes I am.
Man 2 marks this down on a CLIPBOARD.
MAN 2
...is an old lady.
MAN 1
Excellent. And do you have a supernumerary nipple with which you suckle your demonic familiar?
AGNES
No.
The men look at each other.
MAN 1
Tell you what, I'm going to put "yes" down here.
MAN 2
Cos if we don't, they might not let us burn you.
MAN 1
And to be honest, everyone's saying no to that one.
MAN 2
It's doing my head in.
AGNES
Burn me?
MAN 1
Oh yeah, sorry, better check: are you flammable, yes or no?
AGNES
Um. No.
The men look at each other again for a moment.
MAN 2
...yeah, I'm going to put "yes" again if that's ok.
He studies the clipboard for a second.
MAN 2 (CONT'D)
Well, congratulations, you're a witch. If you'd like to pop down to the town centre at around lunchtime on Sunday we'll get you burned.
AGNES
Well, if I must, I suppose I must.
The men and Agnes stare at one another for a while.
AGNES (CONT'D)
Was there anything else?
MAN 1
What do you think?
AGNES
Oh, ok, fine.
She brings out a box of Terry's Neopolitan. The men are delighted. They pick a chocolate each.
MAN 1
Cafe au lait! Brilliant! See you Sunday!
They set off down the path.
SKETCH ENDS.