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Fawlty Towers
A Touch of Class
Written by John Cleese and Connie Booth
First of first series, first broadcast on September 19, 1975 on BBC2
Transcribed by Jason R. Heimbaugh (jrh@uiuc.edu) on October 10, 1993
Basil Fawlty John Cleese
Sybil Fawlty Prunella Scales
Manuel Andrew Sachs
Polly Connie Booth
Major Gowen Ballard Berkeley
Miss Tibbs Gilly Flower
Miss Gatsby Renee Roberts
Lord Melbury Michael Gwynn
Danny Brown Robin Ellis
Sir Richard Morris Martin Wyldeck
Mr Watson Lionel Wheeler
Mr Wareing Terence Conoley
Mr Mackenzie David Simeon
[The Fawlty Towers reception lobby. The main entrance is at the
back, with the stairs to the right. The entrance to the dining
room is in the right wall; on the left, the reception desk
running along the left wall, with the entrance to the office
behind it. The entrance to the bar is beyond the desk.]
Basil [on the phone] One double room without bath for the 16th, 17th
and 18th... yes, and if you'd be so good as to confirm by
letter? ... thank you so much, goodbye. [puts the phone down]
Sybil [bustling in] Have you made up the bill for room twelve, Basil?
Basil No, I haven't yet, no.
Sybil Well, they're in a hurry. Polly says they didn't get their
alarm call. And Basil, please get that picture up - it's been
there for a week. [goes into office]
Basil It's been there since Monday, Sybil... Tuesday... Wednesday...
Friday... Sat - [realizes Sybil is no longer there; goes across
to Manuel who has come in carrying three breakfast trays]
Manuel! There - is - too - much - butter - on - those - trays.
Manuel Que?
Basil There is too much butter *on those trays*. [he points to each
tray in turn]
Manuel No, no, no, Senor!
Basil What?
Manuel Not 'on- those- trays'. No sir - 'uno dos tres.' Uno... dos...
tres...
Basil No, no. Hay mucho burro alli!
Manuel Que?
Basil Hay... mucho... burro... alli!
Manuel Ah, mantequilla!
Basil What? Que?
Manuel Mantequilla. Burro is... is... [brays like a donkey]
Basil What?
Manuel Burro... [does more donkey imitations]
Basil Manuel, por favor...
Manuel Si, si...
Sybil [coming back in] What's the matter, Basil?
Basil Nothing, dear, I'm just dealing with it.
Manuel [to Sybil] He speak good... how do you say...?
Sybil English!
Basil Mantequilla... solamente... dos...
Manuel Dos?
Sybil [to Basil] Don't look at me. You're the one who's supposed to
be able to speak it.
[Basil angrily grabs the excess butter from the trays.]
Basil Two pieces! Two each! Arriba, arriba!!
[He waves his hand towards the bedrooms and Manuel runs off.]
Sybil I don't know why you wanted to hire him, Basil.
Basil [sitting at typewriter] Because he's cheap and keen to learn,
dear. And in this day and age such...
Sybil But why did you say you could speak the language?
Basil I learnt classical Spanish, not the strange dialect he seems to
have picked up.
Sybil It'd be quicker to train a monkey.
[Misses Tibbs and Gatsby come down the stairs.]
Sybil [turning on the charm] Good morning Miss Gatsby, morning Miss
Tibbs.
Basil [imitating the charm ironically] Good morning, good morning.
Sybil Basil!
Basil Yes, dear?
Sybil Are you going to hang the picture?
Basil Yes I am, dear, yes, yes...
Sybil When?
Basil When I've, when I've...
Sybil Well, why don't you do it now?
Basil Well, I'm doing this, dear [indicating typewriter]... I'm doing
the menu.
Sybil You've got all morning to do the menu. Why don't you hang the
picture now? ... Well?
Basil [jumping up] Yes, all right, I won't do the menu... I don't
think you realize how long it takes to do the menu, but no, it
doesn't matter, I'll hang the picture now. If the menus are
late for lunch it doesn't matter, the guests can all come and
look at the picture till they are ready, right? [he starts to
hang the picture to the right of the dining-room door]
Sybil Lower... [he lowers it]... Lower... up a bit... There! [she
disappears]
Basil Thank you, dear. Thank you so much. I don't know where I'd be
without you... in the land of the living, probably.
[He holds the picture in position. A young couple, the
Mackenzies, come hurriedly down the stairs and ring the
reception bell.]
Basil Yes?
Mr Mackenzie Er... could we have our bill please?
Basil Well, can you *wait* a minute?
Mr Mackenzie Er... I'm afraid we're a bit late for our train - we didn't get
our alarm call.
[Basil glowers at them, then puts the picture down and strides
back to the typewriter.]
Basil Right. I was up at five, you know, we do have staff probelms,
I'm so sorry, it's all done by magic.
[He starts typing the bill. Sybil looks in from the office.]
Sybil [accussingly] Basil, are you doing the menu?
Basil No, I'm not doing the menu, dear. I am doing the bill for these
charming people who are in a hurry.
Mr Mackenzie [to Sybil] I'm sorry to cause all this trouble, but the reason
we're late is we didn't get our alarm call.
Sybil Oh dear, I am sorry. [sweetly] Basil, why didn't they get their
alarm call?
Basil Because *I forgot*! I am so sorry I am not perfect! There you
are, there's the bill. Perhaps you'd pay my wife, I have to put
the picture up... if there aren't any dustbins to be cleaned
out...
[He walks towards the picture again. A newspaper boy comes in
and puts his papers on the tables.]
Newspaper boy Newspapers!
[Basil turns after him aggressively, tapping his watch - the
boy exits rapidly. The Mackenzies leave; Basil's farewell smile
lacks integrity.]
Basil Goodbye. See you again!
Sybil Don't forget the picture, Basil.
Basil I won't, dear, leave it to me.
Sybil I'm going out now. I expect it to up when I get back. [she
leaves]
Basil [through his teetch] Drive carefully, dear...
[He takes the papers into the dining room, and, ignoring the
other guests, gives one to Major Gowen.]
Basil Ah, good morning, Major.
The Major Morning, Fawlty.
Basil I do apologise for the tardiness of the arrival of your
newspaper this morning, Major. I will speak to them again, see
if *something* can be done.
The Major Ah, more strikes... dustmen... Post Office... It makes you want
to cry, doesn't it. What's happened to the old ideal of doing
something for your fellow man, of service? I mean, today...
Mr Watson [from his table] Mr Fawlty?
Basil Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming! [to the Major, quietly] They treat
you like dirt, you know... of course it's pure ignorance, but
with the *class* of guests one gets nowadays...
The Major Ah! D'Olivera made a hundred!
Basil Did he? Did he really? Good for him, good old Dolly. Well,
well, well... [Polly arrives with a cup of tea; he takes it,
and gives her the other papers] Thank you, Polly.
Mr Watson We're only staying till Sunday!
Basil Right, thank you... [he picks up some food from the sideboard
and goes through the lobby into the office; he has just sat
down when he hears Sybil coming and hurriedly pushes his snack
out of sight] Ah, I thought you were going out, dear.
Sybil [holding out a copy of _Country Life_] What's this?
Basil I decided, Sybil, to advertise. I...
Sybil How much did it cost?
Basil Oh... I haven't... fifteen?
Sybil Forty.
Basil [vaguely] ... Forty...
Sybil I have *told* you where we advertise.
Basil Sybil, I *know* the hotel business.
Sybil No you don't, Basil.
Basil Sybil, we've got to try to attract a better class of person.
Sybil Why?
Basil Well, we're losing *tone*.
Sybil We're making money.
Basil Yes, yes...
Sybil Just.
Basil Yes, but now we can try to build up a higher class of
clientele! ...Turn away some of the riff-raff.
Sybil So long as they pay their bills, Basil.
Basil Is that all that matters to you, Sybil? Money?
Sybil This advertisement is a waste of forty pounds. [turns to leave]
Basil One moment! One moment, please! [proudly hands her a letter
from the desk] Well?
Sybil ...Well?
Basil My dear woman, Sir Richard and Lady Morris, arriving this
evening. For two nights. You see, they saw the advertisement in
_Country Life_.
Sybil I wish they were staying a week.
Basil Well, so do I...
Sybil Might pay for the ad then. [makes to leave again]
Basil Sybil, look! If we can attract this class of customer, I
mean... the sky's the limit!
Sybil Basil, twenty-two rooms is the limit!
Basil I mean, have you *seen* the people in room six? They've never
even sat on chairs before. They are the commonest, vulgarest,
most horrible, nasty...
[But Sybil has gone. The reception bell rings. Basil goes to
the reception desk; standing there is a very
non-aristocratic-looking cockney, Danny Brown.]
Danny 'Allo! [Basil stands appalled] Got a room?
Basil ...I beg your pardon?
Danny Got a room for tonight, mate?
Basil ...I shall have to see, sir... single?
Danny Yeah. No, make it a double, I feel lucky today! [smiling
appreciatively at Polly, who is passing] 'Allo...
Polly [smiling nicely] Good morning.
[Danny watches her as she leaves. He turns back to Basil who is
staring at him with loathing.]
Danny Only joking.
Basil No we haven't.
Danny What?
Basil No we haven't any rooms. Good day...
Sybil [coming in] Number seven is free, Basil.
Basil What? ...oh... Mr Tone is in number seven, dear.
Sybil No, he left while you were putting the picture up, Basil... [to
Danny] You have luggage, sir?
Danny Just one case. [to Basil, pointedly] In the car... the white
sports.
[Basil closes his eyes in agony. Sybil rings the bell.]
Sybil Fill this in, would you, sir?
Basil [quietly] If you can.
Sybil I hope you enjoy your stay [looking at register], Mr Brown.
[Manuel arrives.]
Basil [slowly] Er, Manuel, would you fetch this gentleman's case from
the car outside. Take it to room seven.
Manuel ...Is not easy for me.
Basil What?
Manuel Is not easy for me... entender.
Basil Ah! It's not easy for you to understand. Manuel... [to Danny]
We're training hime... he's from Barcelona... in Spain [to
Manuel] Obtener la valisa...
Manuel Que?
Basil La valisa en el, er auto bianco sportiv... y... a la sala...
siete... por favor. Pronto.
Manuel Is impossible.
Basil Look, it's perfectly simple!
Danny [fluently] Manuel - sirvase buscar mi equipaje que esta en el
automovil blanco y lo traer a la sala numero siete.
Manuel Senor habla Espanol!
Danny Solo un poco, lo siento. Pero he olvidado mucho.
Manuel No, no, habla muy bien. Muy muy bien. Formidable!
Danny Gracias, gracias.
Manuel Lo voy a coger ahora. [runs off to get the case]
Basil ...Well, if there's anything else, I'm sure Manuel will be able
to tell you... as you seem to get on so well together. [goes
into the office]
Danny [calling after him] Key?
[Basil comes back, takes the key from the hook and slams it
down on the desk. Returning to the office he sits down, and
switches on a cassette of Brahms. He settles back in rapture,
but hears Sybil coming and rushes back to the picture in the
lobby.]
Basil Hallo dear... just doing the picture.
Sybil Don't forget the menu.
Basil ...I beg your pardon?
Sybil Don't forget the menu.
Basil I thought you said you wanted... Right! [puts the picture down]
I'll do the menu.
Sybil You could have had them both done by now if you hadn't spent
the whole morning skulking in there listening to that racket.
[goes out]
Basil Racket? That's *Brahms*! Brahms's Thrid Racket!! ...[to
himself] The whole morning! ...I had two bars.
[In the dining room, Polly is taking Danny's order.]
Polly Ready to order?
Danny Er, yeah. What's a gralefrit?
Polly Grapefruit.
Danny And creme pot... pot rouge?
Polly Portugaise. Tomato soup.
Danny I'll have the gralefrit. Now - balm carousel... lamb?
Polly Casserole.
Danny Sounds good. Does it come with a smile?
Polly It comes with sprouts or carrots.
Danny Oh, smile's extra, is it?
Polly You'll get one if you eat up all your sprouts. [exits]
Danny [half registering a figure on the other side of the room]
Waiter!
[Basil freezes and then comes balefully towards Danny.]
Basil ...I beg your pardon?
Danny Oh, 'allo. Can I have some wine please?
Basil The waiter is busy, sir, but I will bring you the carte des
vins when I have finished attending to this gentleman.
[indicates the table he has just left]
Danny Oh, fine - no hurry.
Basil [muttering on his way to the other table] Oh, good, how nice,
how very thoughtful... [at the other table] I trust the beer is
to your satisfaction, sir?
Mr Watson ...Yes, fine.
Basil Ah, good. May I wish you bon apetit. [snaps his fingers]
Manuel! [Manuel runs in] Would you fetch the wine list please?
Manuel [not moving] Si, senor.
Basil ... The *wine* list. The wine... vino [Manuel starts to move]
No, no. The list! There, there, the list! [points to it - it is
on another table] The list, there! The red... *there*!
...There!!
[He picks up the list, hands it to Manuel, then gets Manuel to
hand it to him so that he can give it to Danny.]
Danny 'Ave you got a half bottle of the Beaujolais?
Basil Yes.
Danny Oh, fine.
[Basil withdraws the wine list with a flourish, knocking the
grapefruit out of Polly's hand as she approaches the table.]
Basil Right! Never mind! Never mind! Manuel - another grapefruit for
table twelve please... Manuel! [pointing at the grapefruit on
the floor - to the other guests] I do beg your pardon... I'm so
sorry...
[Manuel picks up the grapefruit and cleans it. He is about to
replace it on the table.]
Basil ...No! ...Throw it away.
Manuel Que?
Basil Throw... it... away!
Manuel Throw... it... away?
Basil [miming a throw] Throw it away!! *Now*!!
[Manuel throws it away; it lands on another table. Basil
retrieves it, grabs Manuel, and runs with him out of the room.]
Basil [to the other tables as he passes] Sorry! ...Sorry! ...Sorry!
[They disappear into the kitchen. There is the sound of a slap
and a yelp from Manuel. Polly appears bearing Danny's new
grapefruit.]
Polly Sorry about that.
Danny No, I like a bit of cabaret. [picks up Polly's sketch pad from
the table] You left your sketch.
Polly Oh! Sorry.
Danny It's very good. Do you sell any?
Polly Enough to keep me in waitressing. [she leaves as Basil
reappears with the Beaujolais]
Basil One *half* bottle of Beaujolais. [he is about to open the
bottle when the reception bell rings] ... Sybil!
Sybil [popping her head round the door] Someone at reception, dear.
[she vanishes]
[Basil hurries bad-temperedly into the lobby. Melbury is
standing there.]
Basil Yes, yes, well, yes?
Melbury ...Er, well, I was wondering if you could offer me accomodation
for a few nights?
Basil [very cross] Well, have you booked?
Melbury No.
Basil [to himself] Oh dear!
Melbury Why, are you full?
Basil Oh, we're not full... we're not *full*... of course we're not
*full*!!
Melbury I'd like, er...
Basil One moment, one moment, please... yes?
Melbury A single room with a...
Basil Your *name*, please, could I have your name?
Melbury Melbury.
[The phone rings; Basil picks it up.]
Basil [to Melbury] One second please. [to phone] Hello? ...Ah, yes
Mr O'Reilly, well it's perfectly simple. When I asked you to
build me a wall I was rather hoping that instead of just
dumping the bricks in a pile you might have found time to
cement them together... you know, one on top of another, in the
traditional fashion. [to Melbury, testily] Could you fill it
in, please? [to phone] Oh, splendid! Ah, yes, but *when*, Mr
O'Reilly? [to Melbury, who is having difficulty with the
register] there - there!! [to phone] Yes, but when? Yes, yes...
ah! ...the flu! [to Melbury] *Both* names, please. [to phone]
Yes, I should have guessed, Mr. O'Reilly that and the potato
famine I suppose...
Melbury I beg your pardon?
Basil Would you put *both* your names, please? ...[to phone] Well,
will you give me a *date*?
Melbury Er... I only use one.
Basil [with a withering look] You don't have a first name?
Melbury No, I am *Lord* Melbury, so I simply sign myself 'Melbury'.
[There is a long, long pause.]
Basil [to phone] Go away. [puts phone down] ... I'm *so* sorry to
have kept you waiting, your lordship... I *do* apologise,
*please* forgive me. Now, was there something, is there
something, anything, I can do for you? Anything at all?
Melbury Well, I have filled this in...
Basil Oh, please don't bothert with that. [he takes the form and
throws it away] Now, a special room? ... a single? A double? A
suite? ... Well, we don't have any suites, but we do have some
beautiful doubles with a view...
Melbury No, no, just a single.
Basil Just a single. Absolutely! How very *wise* if I may say so,
your honour.
Melbury With a bath.
Basil Naturally, naturally! Naturellement! [he roars with laughter]
Melbury I shall be staying for one or two nights...
Basil Oh please! Please! ... Manuel!! [he bangs the bell; nothing
happens] ... Well, it's... it's rather grey today, isn't it?
Melbury Oh, yes, it is, rather.
Basil Of course usually down here it's beautiful, but today is a real
old... er... rotter. [another bang on the bell] Manuel!!!
...Still... it's good for the wheat.
Melbury Yes, er, I suppose so.
Basil Oh yes! I hear it's coming along wonderfully at the moment!
Thank God! I love the wheat... there's no sight like a field of
wheat waving in the... waving in... *Manuel*!!!! [he bangs the
bell as hard as he can; no result] ...Well, how are you? I mean
if it's not a personal question. Well, it *is* a personal... [he
dashes from behind the desk] Let me take your cases for you,
please allow me...
Melbury ...Oh, thank you very much, they're just outside.
Basil Splendid. Thank you so much. I won't be one moment...
[He sprints off, collects the cases, and returns to find Sybil
talking to Lord Melbury at the counter.]
Basil ...Ah, Lord Melbury. May I introduce my wife?
Melbury Yes, we have met.
Basil My wife, may I introduce your lordship.
Sybil Thank you, Basil, we've sorted it out.
Basil Splendid, splendid.
Melbury I wonder, could I deposit this case with you... it's just a few
valuables?
Basil Valuable, of course. Please let me take it now. I'll put it in
the safe straight away. Sybil, would you put this in the safe,
please?
Sybil I'm just off to the kitchen, Basil.
Basil [muttering angrily] Yes, well, if you're too busy...
Sybil Nice to have met you, Lord Melbury. I hope you enjoy your stay.
[she leaves]
Melbury Thank you so much.
Basil Yes, well I'll do it then, then I'll do the picture...
[suddenly polite again] I'll put this away in one moment, your
lord. [to Manuel who has appeared at last] Manuel, will you
take these cases to room twenty-one.
Manuel ...Que?
Basil Take... to room... twenty-one. [he surreptitiously signals the
number with his fingers]
Manuel ...No entender.
Basil Prenda las casos en... oh, doesn't matter. Right! I'll do it,
I'll do it. Thank you Manuel. [picks up the cases]
Manuel I take them. [grabs cases]
Basil [not letting go] No, no, go away!
Manuel Que? [they struggle]
Basil Go and wait!
Manuel Wait?
Basil [indicating the dining room] In there! Go and wait in *there*!
Go and be a waiter in there! [Manuel runs off; to Melbury] I
*do* apologise, your lordship. I'm afraid he's only just joined
us. We're training him. It'd be quicker to train a monkey, ha
ha ha!
[Basil's face freezes as Melbury does not react. Then he goes
upstairs with the cases, reappearing a moment later.]
Basil Do please follow me... I mean, if you're ready. There's no
hurry...
Melbury Oh yes, yes, fine. [follows Basil upstairs]
[The dining room. Guests are eating peacefully until Basil
rushes in and goes to the window table where Mr and Mrs Wareing
and their son are eating.]
Basil Excuse me, I'm so sorry to bother you. Would you mind moving to
that table?
Mr Wareing ...What?
Basil Could I ask you please to move to that table over there?
Mr Wareing But...
Basil I'm so sorry to trouble you.
Mr Wareing [getting up, protesting] We're halfway through...
Basil Thank you so much.
Mr Wareing Yes, but...
Basil This is Lord Melbury's table, you see.
Mr Wareing What?
Basil Lord Melbury. When he stays with us he always sits at this
table.
Mr Wareing Well, why did they put us here?
Basil Ah, an oversight... on my wife's part. I'm so sorry. He's just
arrived, you see. Would you mind? - Polly! - Would you help
these people to that table? Thank you, thank you so much.
[The family get up very unwillingly. Polly, slightly puzzled,
starts moving the dishes. Mrs Wareing is particularly slow...]
Basil Come on! *Come on!!*... Thank you. [they move; Basil grabs a
vase of flowers from another table and puts is on Melbury's;
Melbury enters] Ah, Lord Melbury! Do please come this way...
your lordship... I have your table over here by the window...
as usual... [gives Melbury a slight wink, but gets no reaction]
Just here... thank you so much.
Melbury Thank you, thank you very much...
[Basil holds Melbury's chair, but moves it back just as Melbury
sits down. Melbury falls, knocking the table over. Basil clouts
Manuel, who happens to be passing.]
Basil I'm *so* sorry! Oh my Lord! Oh my God!!
Mr Wareing [to his wife] I think he's killed him!
Basil Get on with your meals!!! Thank you so much. [he starts trying
to make amends]
[In reception; Basil is at the desk doing the pools. Melbury
comes out of the dining room wiping himself down with a
handkerchief.]
Basil Lord Melbury, I really must apologise again for...
Melbury Please, please, think nothing of it.
Basil But it was so...
Melbury Please! It was the smallest of accidents. It could have
occurred anywhere.
Basil Yes, but...
Melbury No, no, no, I've forgotten all about it.
Basil That's most... you're really... er, your lordship, would you
allow me to offer you dinner here tonight... as our guest?
Melbury That's extremely kind of you. Unfortunately I have an
engagement tonight...
Basil [mortified] Oh!
Melbury Oh actually...
Basil Yes?
Melbury There is one thing.
Basil Good! Good!
Melbury I was wondering... can you cash me a small cheque? I'm
playing golf this afternoon.
Basil Oh, delighted!
Melbury And I'd rather not go into the town...
Basil Absolutely... I mean, er, how much? ...er, if it's not a rude
question.
Melbury Er well... er... could you manage... fif... [looks in his
wallet] Oh! ...a hundred?
Basil [stunned] A... h... hundred? [recovering] Oh absolutely...
Oh yes, I mean, will a hundred be enough? ...I mean a hundred
and fifty... two... two... er, a hundred and sixty?
Melbury ...Let's see, that's, er, dinner tonight... few tips... oh,
and it's the weekend, isn't it... is two hundred all right?
Basil [momentarily shattered] Oh! [extravagantly] Oh! Please! Yes!
Oh, ha, ha! - oh, tremendous! Oh... I'm so happy! I'll send
someone to the town straightaway and have it for you when you
get back.
Melbury Yes, well, that would be splendid.
Basil Thank you, thank you, your lordship.
Melbury Thank you so much.
Basil Oh, not at all, my privilege... [Melbury exits] ...What
breeding... sheer... ooh! [he starts to write the cheque, but
Sybil walks in; he hides the book hurriedly and gives her a
peck on the cheek] Hallo, dear.
Sybil What are you doing?
Basil I'm kissing you, dear.
Sybil Well, don't.
Basil Just thought it might be nice to...
Sybil I heard about lunch.
Basil What? ...Oh, that! Oh, think nothing of it.
Sybil What?
Basil It was the smallest of accidents. Could have occurred anywhere.
Sybil Anywhere? First you move that nice family in the middle of
their meal, and then you attack Lord Melbury with a chair!
Basil Look, Sybil, I've had a word with Lord Melbury about it. He was
quite charming... Oh, it's delightful to have people like that
stay here... sheer class, golf, baths, engagements, a couple of
hundr... h, h, horses...
Sybil Well, I've never seen such tatty cases.
Basil Of *course* you haven't. It's only the upper class that *would*
have tat like that that... It's the whole point! ...Oh, you
don't know what I'm talking about...
Sybil No I don't. But don't ever move guests in the middle of a meal
again... and get that picture up. [she goes into the office]
Basil ...Sour old rat. [Polly comes in] Ah! ...Polly... would you
do me a favour? When you're down in town this afternoon... just
between ourselves, don't mention it to my wife... pop into the
bank and just... [writing the cheque...]
[In the town. Polly leaves the bank, crosses the street, and
walks past a parked car. She checks, looks into it and is
surprised to see Danny Brown sitting in it with another man.
Danny sees her, motions her urgently to get into the car; she
does so. He shows her an official-looking card and points to
the jeweller's shop. At that moment Lord Melbury comes out of
the shop, looks round furtively and hurries down the street.
Danny nods in the direction of a waiting colleague who
follows Melbury. Danny and Polly watch...]
[In reception; Basil is holding the picture against the wall,
marking the position with a pencil. The phone rings.]
Basil ...Could someone answer that, please? [it goes on ringing.]
...Hallo! Is there nobody who can answer that? There must be
*someone*... [Manuel runs in and heads for the phone] Not you.
[Manuel goes away; Basil puts down the picture] ...I'll
never get it up. I'll cancel my holiday... do it then. [picks
up the phone] Hallo, Fawlty Towers...
[The ringing continues. Sybil comes in and answers the other
phone.]
Sybil Hello, Fawlty Towers... Oh, hello, Brenda... [to Basil] Basil,
it's six o'clock.
[Basil puts down his receiver wearily as Sybil continues her
conversation. Polly comes in.]
Basil [whispers] Ah, Polly... did you cash it?
Polly Yes, er... Mr Fawlty...
Basil Good, good.
Polly [urgently] Could I have a word with you? [hands him the money
in an envelope]
Basil What?
Polly Could I speak to you in the office for just a minute...
Basil Not *now* Polly!
Polly It's very important, I...
Basil Later! Later!
Sybil Basil!
Basil I'm just going, dear. Thank you, thank you so much, Polly.
[He rushes into the bar. From behind the counter he hears
someone come in. As it is exactly six o'clock he doesn't need
to see who it is.]
Basil Ah, good evening, Major.
The Major Evening, Fawlty.
Basil The usual?
The Major [looking at his watch] Er... er... oh, why not, indeed, why
not? ...I've just been watching one of those nature films on
television.
Basil Oh yes?
The Major Did you know that a female gibbon gestates for seven months?
Basil Seven months? Well I never... there you are, Major... seven...
my word... [the Wareing family have come in] Ah, good evening,
Mr Wareing.
Mr Wareing [coldly] A gin and orange, a lemon squash and a scotch and
water please.
Basil Certainly.
Mr Wareing Is there any part of the room you'd like us to keep away from?
Basil What? ...[false jollity] Oh, ha ha ha.
Mr Wareing [curtly] We'll be over there, then.
Basil [to the Major] Seven! Well, well...
Melbury [entering] Evening, Fawlty.
Basil Ah, good evening, Lord Melbury.
Mr Wareing [makes his point again] Anywhere?
Basil Yes, anywhere, anywhere... Your lordship, may I offer you a
little apertif... as our guest?
Melbury That's very kind of you... dry sherry if you please. [he
wanders off]
Basil [to the Major] ...What else? ...Such... oh, I don't know
what...
The Major Je ne sais quoi?
Basil Exactly! Exactly! [Sybil enters] Ah, there you are, Sybil. [he
departs lord-wards with the sherry]
Sybil Good evening, Major.
The Major Evening, Mrs Fawlty.
[Melbury is glancing at some coins in a display case. Basil
brings him his drink.]
Basil There you are, your lordship.
Melbury Ah, thank you very much.
Basil I see my little collection of coins tickles your interest.
Melbury What? Oh, yes, yes.
Basil All British Empire of course. Used to be quite a hobby of
mine... little investment too...
Melbury Quite... oh... talking about, er... did you manage to...
Basil Oh yes. Here you are, your lordship.
[Meanwhile, Polly runs out of the hotel front door and signals
to Danny, who is sitting in a car; he flashes his lights in
ackowledgement. Back in the bar...]
Melbury ...Oh yes, you know, these sorts of things, their value's
soared this last couple of years.
Basil Have they really?
Melbury Yes, yes. You take my advice. Get them revalued, and insure
them for the full amount.
Basil Yes, yes, I will.
Melbury Can't take any risks nowadays, I'm afraid.
Basil No, no, quite.
Melbury Well, I must be off.
Basil Thank you, thank you, your lordship. I'll certainly...
Melbury [leaving] Goodbye.
Sybil Basil!
Basil Yes, yes, I was just talking to Lord Melbury, dear...
Mr Wareing A gin and orange, a lemon squash, and a scotch and water,
please!
Basil I do apologise, I was just talking to Lord...
Melbury [coming back in] Fawlty!
Basil [leaving the Wareings in mid-sentence] Yes, Lord Melbury?
Melbury ...I was just thinking... I'm having dinner tonight with the
Duke of Buckleigh... do you know him?
Basil Not... presonally, no.
Melbury Oh... well, he's a great expert, you know, Sotheby's and all
that...
Basil Is he?
Melbury Well, if you liked, I could take them with me, ask him to have
a quick look at them and find out their current value.
Basil [overwhelmed] Would... would you really?
Melbury Yes, yes, certainly. Well, I'll be off in a few moments.
[he leaves]
Basil Well, that's really... so incredibly... er...
Sybil Basil!!
Basil I'm talking to Lord Melbury!
Mr Wareing [slow and loud] A... gin... and orange... a lemon squash...
and a scotch and water *please*!
Basil All right! All right!
[The reception bell rings urgently; it is Polly. Basil runs
out clutching the coins in a box.]
Polly Oh, Mr Fawlty...
Basil Was that Lord Melbury? Has he gone?
Polly I rang... Mr Fawlty, I *must* speak with you.
Basil What? ...Can't you see I'm *busy*?
Polly Please! It's very important - can we talk in there?
[indicating the office]
Basil I can't!
Sybil [calling from the bar] Basil!!
Polly It's very important!
Basil [shouting] I'm just dealing with something important out here,
Sybil, thank you. [to Polly] All *right*! [they both go into
the office] Yes? Yes, right, well, yes, yes, what is it?
Polly It's about Lord Melbury.
Basil Yes?
Polly He's not Lord Melbury... he's a confidence trickster.
Basil ...I beg your pardon?
Polly Mr Brown told me.
Basil [contemptuously] Haaa!
Polly Mr Brown's from the CID. They've been watching Melbury because
he's pulling some big con trick in the town. They're going to
arrest him when he leaves the hotel so as not to cause you
embarrassment. But he asked me to tell you...
Basil [not believing a word of it] Oh, how *nice* of him!
Polly Please, Mr Fawlty...
Basil Oh, I don't know what other tales Mr Brown of MI5 has been
impressing you with but...
Polly He's a con man!
Basil Oh of course. It stands out a mile, doesn't it. He's so
*common* - unlike that cockney git whose ulterior motive will
soon no doubt become apparent to you, poor innocent misguided
child that you are.
Sybil [entering briskly] Basil, what is going on?
Basil Nothing, my dear, nothing at all.
Polly Mrs Fawlty...
Basil Now look!
Sybil Yes, Polly?
Basil I don't know what she's...
Sybil Basil!!!
Polly Mr Brown's from the CID.
Basil Hah!
Polly He showed me his identification. They're watching Melbury.
He's a confidence trickster.
Sybil ...I see. [she goes straight to the safe]
Basil What... what do you mean, you see?
Sybil Let's have a look at these valuables...
Basil What are you doing, Sybil? ...Sybil, I forbid you to open the
safe! [she opens the safe] Sybil, I forbid you to take that
case out! [she takes the case out] Sybil, do not open that
case! I forbid it! [sits down in dismay; she opens the case]
I never thought I would live to see the day when a peer of the
realm... entrusts to us... a case of valuables... in trust...
[Sybil places the open case in front of him. He looks into it
for a long time. Then he lifts out an ordinary house brick.
Disbelievingly, he shakes it close to his ear, lifts out
another and sniffs it, then clinks them together. He puts them
down and emits a strange growl.]
Sybil I'll call the police.
Polly They're here already, Mr Brown's outside. [she leaves; the
reception bell rings]
Sybil Someone at reception, Basil.
[Basil rises slowly and goes into reception. Hoping it is
Melbury, he has clenched his fist - but it is Sir Richard and
Lady Morris.]
Basil ...Ah! ...all right... er... [collects himself] Good evening.
Sir Richard I believe you were expecting us.
Basil No, I was expecting somebody else. [goes into another reverie]
Sir Richard Sir Richard and Lady Morris.
Basil [absently] Yes, yes, them as well.
Sir Richard I'm sorry?
Basil How did you know?
Sir Richard What?
Basil Oh... *you're* Sir Richard and Lady Morris, I do beg your
pardon. I was just think... er... [he goes off again, thinking
revenge; he comes to...] Now, would you mind filling this out,
please, we've given you room... [Lord Melbury comes down the
stairs] Ah hah!
Melbury Ah, Fawlty!
Basil Mr Fawlty to you, Lord Melbury.
Melbury I beg your pardon?
Basil Oh, nothing, please forget all about it.
Melbury Oh... er... well... here's the cheque for two hundred pounds...
Basil Ah, thank you so much. [he bites the cheque and throws it away;
the Morrises are transfixed] Now, about my priceless collection
of coins...
Melbury Oh yes... er, do you still want...
Basil Do I still want you to take them to be valued by the Duke of
Buckleigh, my lord?
Melbury Er... yes.
Basil No, I don't. Because we've just heard that the Duke of
Buckleigh is... dead! Yes, he got his head knocked off by a
golf ball. Tragic! Tragic! [a pause; he beams at Melbury] Well,
how are you, Lord Melbury? ...'Ow are yer then - all right,
mate? [pinches Melbury's cheek] 'Ow's me old mucker? [gives
Melbury a friendly slap on both cheeks; the Morrises are
totally bemused] Any valuables to deposit, Sir Richard... any
bricks?
[Melbury rushes off in a panic. Sybil has come up beside Basil,
looking anxious.]
Basil [to Sir Richard] I do apologise... [shouts after Melbury] You
bastard!! ...[courteous again] We've given you room twelve with
the view overlooking the park... I'm sure you'll like it...
we'll have your bags brought up...
[Melbury rushes from the bar across the lobby to the dining
room, pursued by a policeman.]
Basil Hello, Lord Melbury! ...BASTARD!!
[More policemen rush about.]
Basil [to the Morrises] Please think nothing of it.
[Melbury runs out of the dining room as Polly, running from the
bar, knocks the table into him and catches him in an
uncomfortable place. As he doubles up, Manuel comes out of the
dining room carrying a chair, the corner of which repeats the
attack. Melbury doubles up in agony on the floor and is
surrounded by the police. Basil walks across smiling politely.]
Basil [to police] Do please excuse me one moment. [he puts the boot
in, the retrieves the envelope with his two hundred pounds]
Sybil Basil, the Morrises are leaving.
[Outside, the Morrises are getting into their car. Basil
hurtles down the steps.]
Basil ...Where are you going? ...Where are you going?
Sir Richard We're leaving!
Basil Oh, don't - please stay - you'll like it here.
Sir Richard I've never been in such a place in my life. [they drive off]
Basil [shouting after them] You snobs! You stupid... stuck-up...
toffee-nosed... half-witted... upper-class piles of... pus!!
[He walks back disconsolately back up the steps, where he meets
the police escorting Melbury out.]
Basil [begging for a chance to thump Melbury] Just one! Just one!
Policeman [restraining him] Sorry, Mr Fawlty.
Basil Oh just one, please.
[But the police remove Melbury. Basil gives up, and steps
backwards into a tub of flowers; he threatens it with his fist.
As he goes into the lobby he meets Danny.]
Danny Sorry, Mr Fawlty.
[Basil walks past him back into the lobby.]
Basil Well, I'd better put the picture up... Oh... thank you Polly
for the... well done, Manuel.
Manuel Que?
Basil Oh... Ole.
Danny [coming back in] I'm sorry about that, Mr Fawlty... can I buy
you a drink?
Basil No, no, I'd better put this up, I suppose. [picks up the
picture]
[Sybil enters from the bar with Mr Wareing]
Sybil Basil!
Mr Wareing [very loudly] A gin and orange... a lemon squash... and a
scotch and water *please*!!
Basil Right! [he slams the picture down] Come on, then! [and he
frog-marches Mr Wareing into the bar]