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OK, folks, here they come.
Lots of applause.
The marvellous Harry Secombe,
the delightful Spike Milligan...
Oh, and Peter Sellers.
This is the BBC Home Service.
Its time for...
Another remarkable edition
of the wireless, talking type... Goon Show!
You sir, with the linen hair and oily suit.
What is it that you want,
you sick and twisted boy?
I must ask you to empty your pockets.
Ah, quit stalling, man. Empty your pockets.
Now listen to me, Neddie,
that is our entire worldly wealth.
What, what, what, what, what? Then whats
that ominous bulge in the seat of his trousers?
Oh, just some leather meringues.
Listen to me, my good man, wed like
to hire your stained-glass battering ram.
- Ooh, what for?
- How about two shillings?
- I havent got two shillings.
- Well take it anyway.
No! You dirty, rotten swine!
You broke my little cardboard sword.
A stowaway, I sayl Come on outl
All right, I will come out.
Send in Mr Sellers.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mr Sellers.
- Now...
- Yul Brynner. Is that you with him?
Yes. Am I right in reading that
youre here for the part of Ned Brockway?
Yes, thats right.
You do realise the script calls
for a -year-old war veteran?
Ive got his voice worked out.
I could do a bit for you.
Mr Sellers, I know youre quite big on radio...
I dont like to boast.
But films a different medium.
Its one Im quite, quite keen on.
- A visual medium, dear.
- Yes, of course.
A very unforgivingly visual medium.
But thank you ever so much for coming.
I am little Michael Bluebottle.
I am an ace private detective.
Hes got his own scooter,
hes got his own make-up.
- He goes anywhere in fiction.
- And I am hotfoot after the criminals
what have stolen all the string!
I suspect the Moriarty man.
Ah, where is that Moriarty man?
- Thinks. Points finger.
- Pointy, pointy, pointy.
Oh, God, now weve done it.
- Ill get her, Anne.
- Its all right, Ill go.
No, its my house, Ill help Peter.
Youre tired. You stay and rest.
Have some fun.
Leave it to me and Peg.
All right, Dad, you can be
Major Dennis Bloodnok.
And youve just apprehended
Englands biggest string criminal.
- All right.
- Peter?
Youre under arrest.
Its all right, its all right.
Dear, dear me.
Thats the girl.
Shes lovely. There we are.
Thanks, Mum. Ill... Ill do it.
Those film people wont have
anything to do with me, Mum.
It was my fifth audition this week.
- What did they say to you?
- Same as usual.
Not good-looking enough,
not magnetic enough.
"Stick to radio. Thats what youre good at."
Keep being the ringmaster in a circus of twits.
Maybe I should just be content.
You simpering cow.
How can you be content changing nappies
in a flat like a woman?
You want to be a failure like your father,
mewl about contentment.
- Thats not very fair.
- I didnt bring you up to be content.
I didnt slog round third-rate music halls
doing three shows a night
so you could powder your babys bottom
and whine about how nobody
ever gives the radio man a chance.
Peter, no ones gonna hand it to you.
You want success,
youve gotta go out and take it!
Bite the hand that feeds you. Therell
always be another hand with more food.
And theyll be impressed
by the sharpness of your teeth!
Come here.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
- I love you, Peter.
- I love you, Peg.
- I really love you, Peter.
- I love you, too, Peg.
- I really love you, Peter.
- No, I really love you, Peg.
Send in Mr Cobblers.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Oh, it is.
Would you like to sit down, Mr Cobblers?
Id prefer to stand, if you dont mind.
You see, I caught
a bit of shrapnel... in the Ardennes.
I quite understand.
Now, I dont appear to have received your CV.
That would be
because I dont have one, madam.
I dont believe a mans worth
can be summed up on a piece of paper.
It wouldnt be fair to me. Or to you.
Or to any of those dear lads I left behind...
in no-mans-land.
But you have acted?
All over this fair land, madam.
Well, well have to have
a formal audition, of course.
But I must say, youre nearly perfect.
Well, we...
Well...
Yes, well... Thats what I was thinking.
Its me. Peter.
You naughty boy.
Perhaps now we could talk
about my contract.
Our nominees for best performance
by a British actor are -
Richard Burton, Peter Finch,
Laurence Olivier
and Peter Sellers.
And the British Academy Award goes to...
Peter Sellers, for Im All Right Jack.
Your Royal Highness, you naughty man.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much
indeed for this award, which I shall treasure.
