EXT – RUBBLE OF FRANCOPHILE CASTLE – THE NEXT DAY
JIMMY IS LYING IN THE RUBBLE, CUT AND WOUNDED, BUT NO BADLY INJURED. HE COUGHS A FEW TIME AND LOOKS UP TO SEE A PAIR OF WOMEN’S LEGS. HE LOOKS FARTHER UP TO SEE A GORGEOUS BLOND BOMBSHELL. THIS IS UNNECESARIA TEEYANAY, CALLED SARIA, WHOM ALGORE MENTIONED EARLIER AS HIS DATE. JIMMY SLICKS BACK HIS HAIR EVEN THOUGH HE IS COVERED WITH RUBBLE AND GORE AND HAS A TOILET ON HIS FOOT.
Hello. Is Algore around?
Algore? You're looking for the hunchback?
Yes. I have a date with him. My name is Unnecessaria Teeyanay. Everybody calls me Saria. You must be Professor Vector van Francophile.
SARIA SHAKES JIMMY’S HAND.
Francophile? No, I'm not Francophile!
You're not? Who are you, then?
Jimmy Smith. I mean,
(dignified, British accent)
The Earl of Warren.
Is that a toilet on your foot?
Hey, wait! The castle's gone!
SARIA LOOKS AROUND THE RUBBLE OF THE CASTLE AS THOUGH JUST NOTICING IT. JIMMY GETS UP.
So it is. Well, I'm off!
JIMMY LIMPS OFF.
(calling after him)
What about Algore?
(over his shoulder)
I don't know.
Where are you going?
To get this damn thing off my foot!
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