Sir James: Hast thou known Sir Malik long?
Paloma: Nay, not long. I met him one night at the opera.
Sir James: Followed by a day at ye races?
Paloma: Nay, we didst go to Norway or some such place. ‘Twas hard to tell.
Sir James: Hmm, Norway, eh?
(In a room off ye tavern, Sir Malik talks to three men.)
Sir Malik: Tell me, I prithee, what hast thou found out about our new friend?
Brian: (Tall, with much curly hair.) He ist Sir James Bond, an agent of discretion sent from Albion.
Roger: (Shorter, blond hair.) ‘Tis said that he ist licenced to kill, and bears ye number Naught Naught Seven.
Sir Malik: So! Methinks he should be dispatched with much haste- action this day!
Brian: Aye, we shalt give him the works.
Roger: We will not let him go.
Sir Malik: Wait until he ist outside- no scandal, we do not want this to be ye news of the world.
(At ye bar.)
Sir James: So, where art thou off to next?
Paloma: Sir Malik hath not told me. In truth, I do tire of not being in his confidence.
Sir James : Paloma ...
Paloma : Faith, tells me he may never let me probe his inner circle.
Sir James: Mayhap thou would prefer to come with me?... and probe away ?
Paloma: Aye, mayhap.Ye look like a gentleman.
Sir James: Lo, Sir Malik doth approach- come with me, apace.
(Sir James leads Paloma quickly to ye door, joined by Lord Felix and Lady Lashana. Sir Malik sends a signal to Roger, Brian and John who follow them outside, and throw large nuts at them.. )
Lord Felix, They're Nuts Sir James !
Sir James: Aye, they should "Pecan" someone their own size
( Lord Felix looks sternly at Sir James )
Lord Felix: Apace, this way!
Sir James: Come, Paloma!
(They run down an alley, but trip over a pile of unused play scripts. Some are labelled “Purvis/Wade”, some “Hodge”, and so forth. They are set on by Sir Malik’s bandmates… er, henchmen ..... )
Lady Lashana : Here Sir James, crouch down behind this pile of naughty Nanny parchments.
Sir James : Nay, We must keep moving......
( The backing band of knaves push at the parchments causing them to Topol over crushing the
Lady Lashana !)
Knaves : Too much love will kill you !
Sir James: Lashana…
Lord Felix: No time to grieve, Sir James, this way!
(Lord Felix helps a limping Sir James to his feet, with Paloma on his arm, and they make their escape.)
Paloma: How ist thine ankle. Sir James?
Sir James: Most painful- I fear I may be out of commission for about two weeks.
Paloma : Fortnight ?
Sir James : No time for games Paloma.
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