Stonehenge / Mr. Attila the Hun
(Cut to police dancing round Stonehenge a burglar is bound to a stone altar. Mix to picture of same thing in newspaper which is being read by a chief constable in his office.)
Chief Constable: (Terry Jones) Now this is the kind of thing that gives the police a bad name, sergeant.
(Pull out further to reveal police sergeant in long shimmering slim-fitting ladies evening gown, diamante handbag and helmet.)
Sergeant: (Graham Chapman) I know, sir.
(Intercom buzzer goes on desk.)
Chief Constable: (depressing knob) Yes, Beryl?
Beryl: (John Cleese) Attila the Hun to see you, sir.
Chief Constable: Who?
Beryl: Attila the Hun, sir.
Chief Constable: Oh botherkins! Er, constable, go and see to him will you?
Sergeant: What! In this dress?
Chief Constable: Oh all right, I'll go.
Sergeant: Oh, I have got a little green pinny I could wear.
Chief Constable: No, no, no, I'll go. You stay here.
Sergeant: Oh goody! I can get on with the ironing.
(The chief constable walks through the door into the reception area of the police station. There is a policeman behind the counter and a little insignificant man is standing waiting.)
Chief Constable: (to policeman) Right where is he?
Beryl: Over there, sir.
Chief Constable: Right, er, all right sergeant leave this to me. Er, now then sir, you are Attila the Hun.
Attila the Hun: (Michael Palin) That's right, yes. A. T. Hun. My parents were Mr and Mrs Norman Hun, but they had a little joke when I was born.
Chief Constable: Yes well, Mr Hun...
Attila: Oh! Call me 'The', for heaven's sake!
Chief Constable: Oh well, The... what do you want to see us about?
Attila: I've come to give myself up.
Chief Constable: What for?
Attila: Looting, pillaging and sacking a major city.
Chief Constable: I beg your pardon?
Attila: Looting, pillaging, sacking a major city, and I'd like nine thousand other charges to be taken into consideration, please.
Chief Constable: I say, excuse me Mr Hun. (he takes his hat off, removes his moustache, puts it in the hat and puts the hat back on) Have you any objection to taking a breath test?
Attila: Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
Chief Constable: Right, er, sergeant will you bring the Hunalyser, please?
(The constable produces a breathalyser.)
Beryl: Here we are, sir.
(Hands it to the chief constable.)
Chief Constable: Er, how's it work?
Beryl: Well he breathes into it, sir, and the white crystals turn lime green. Then he is Attila the Hun, sir.
Chief Constable: I see. Right. Would you mind breathing into this Mr Hun?
Attila: Right. (blows into bag)
Chief Constable: What if nothing happens, sergeant?
Beryl: He's Alexander the Great!
Chief Constable: Ha, ha! Caught you, Mr A. T. Great!
Attila: (who is now Alexander the Great) Oh curses! Curses! I thought I was safe, disguised as Attila the Hun.
Chief Constable: Oh perhaps so, but you made one fatal mistake. You see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser Take him away, Beryl!
(Cut to letter)
First Voice Over: (Eric Idle) Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last scene, and to the next letter.
(Cut to second letter.)
Second Voice Over: (Michael Palin) Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Zoe La Rue (deceased). PS Aghhh!
(Cut to third letter.)
Third Voice Over: (John Cleese) Dear Sir, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ken Frankenstein (Mrs).
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