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'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossed off]''
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'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba look in the direction of the sound and get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossed off]''
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* The opening DeathMontage is one of the funniest ever put on film; evidently the main reason the Finsbury brothers are the last two surviving competitors for the {{Tontine}} is that the other eighteen were a mixture of too stupid and too unlucky to survive far into old age.[[note]] We can only assume that the competitors named on the document but not actually seen - William Davidson Ainsworth, Ronald James Dennison, Richard Mayhew Gough, Wilfred Ebenezer Hackett, Randall Norman Randall, Guy Martin Trench, Victor Eric Twitchell, and Randolph Tyler-Croft, met similarly grisly yet hilarious fates, though Masterman Finsbury, upon hearing of Hackett's death, says he was a dirty old man and presumably died of venereal disease.[[/note]] In order of (dis)appearance:
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* The opening DeathMontage is one of the funniest ever put on film; evidently the main reason the Finsbury brothers are the last two surviving competitors for the {{Tontine}} is that the other eighteen were a mixture of too stupid and too unlucky to survive far into old age.[[note]] We can only assume that the competitors named on the document but not actually seen - William Davidson Ainsworth, Ronald James Dennison, Richard Mayhew Gough, Wilfred Ebenezer Hackett, Randall Norman Randall, Guy Martin Trench, Victor Eric Twitchell, and Randolph Tyler-Croft, Tyler-Croft - met similarly grisly yet hilarious fates, though Masterman Finsbury, upon hearing of Hackett's death, says he was a dirty old man and presumably died of venereal disease.[[/note]] In order of (dis)appearance:
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* The opening DeathMontage is one of the funniest ever put on film; evidently the main reason the Finsbury brothers are the last two surviving competitors for the {{Tontine}} is that the other eighteen were a mixture of too stupid and too unlucky to survive far into old age.[[note]] We can only assume that the competitors named on the document but not actually seen - William Davidson Ainsworth, Ronald James Dennison, Richard Mayhew Gough, Wilfred Ebenezer Hackett, Randall Norman Randall, Guy Martin Trask, Victor Eric Twitchell, and Randolph Tyler-Croft, met similarly grisly yet hilarious fates.[[/note]]
-->''[a battlefield; artillery sergeant Brian Allen Harvey emerges from the ruined house he is using for cover and draws his sabre]''\\
-->''[a battlefield; artillery sergeant Brian Allen Harvey emerges from the ruined house he is using for cover and draws his sabre]''\\
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* The opening DeathMontage is one of the funniest ever put on film; evidently the main reason the Finsbury brothers are the last two surviving competitors for the {{Tontine}} is that the other eighteen were a mixture of too stupid and too unlucky to survive far into old age.[[note]] We can only assume that the competitors named on the document but not actually seen - William Davidson Ainsworth, Ronald James Dennison, Richard Mayhew Gough, Wilfred Ebenezer Hackett, Randall Norman Randall, Guy Martin Trask, Trench, Victor Eric Twitchell, and Randolph Tyler-Croft, met similarly grisly yet hilarious fates.[[/note]]
-->''[a battlefield; artilleryfates, though Masterman Finsbury, upon hearing of Hackett's death, says he was a dirty old man and presumably died of venereal disease.[[/note]] In order of (dis)appearance:
** Artillery sergeant Brian Allen Harvey should really have learned to check where he is standing before giving the order to fire:
--->''[Brian emerges from the ruined house he is using for cover on the battlefield and draws his sabre]''\\
-->''[a battlefield; artillery
** Artillery sergeant Brian Allen Harvey should really have learned to check where he is standing before giving the order to fire:
--->''[Brian emerges from the ruined house he is using for cover on the battlefield and draws his sabre]''\\
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'''Brian:''' You heard me, man! Fire! ''[the soldier shrugs, gives the signal to fire, and Brian is knocked to the ground; cut to a hand crossing his name off the tontine document]''\\
''[the English countryside; falconer Sydney Whitcombe Sykes is showing off his trained predator to impress two ladies]''\\
'''Sydney:''' Never fear, ladies! He knows his prey! ''[the ladies giggle]'' Ah! See! Yonder! ''[he removes the falcon's mask]'' Kill! ''[cut to the ladies, who scream and cover their faces as feathers fly and Sydney yells in agony; cut to a hand crossing his name off]''\\
''[a remote, snow-covered mountaintop; explorer Ian Scott Fife climbs the last few feet to the summit, then unfurls a Union Flag attached to his ice axe]''[[note]] An upside-down Union Flag, to be exact![[/note]]\\
'''Ian:''' ''[proudly]'' In the name... of the Queen! ''[he plants the flag in the ground next to him - which immediately gives way, sending him plummeting to his death; cut to snow being blown off the tontine document to reveal his name crossed off]''\\
''[the christening of a ship; Naval officers flank a female dignitary as one of them, Leicester Young-Fielding, passes her the ceremonial bottle of champagne]''\\
'''Dignitary:''' And so it gives me great pleasure to name this ship ''Repulsion''. God bless all who sail in her! ''[she throws the bottle toward the hull as the officers salute; the bottle misses the ship completely, swings back, and smashes Leicester squarely in the face. Cut to the view through a magnifying glass as his name is crossed off]''\\
''[a desert military fort; Army officer Alan Frazer Scrope is furiously leading the defence of the fort against a siege by the locals]''\\
'''Alan:''' You swine! ''[fires his pistol three times in three directions; a native places a ladder against the battlements and tries to climb over]'' Never! ''[kicks the ladder away as the native screams]'' They're disorganised! Victory will soon be ours! Sound the charge!\\
''[the English countryside; falconer Sydney Whitcombe Sykes is showing off his trained predator to impress two ladies]''\\
'''Sydney:''' Never fear, ladies! He knows his prey! ''[the ladies giggle]'' Ah! See! Yonder! ''[he removes the falcon's mask]'' Kill! ''[cut to the ladies, who scream and cover their faces as feathers fly and Sydney yells in agony; cut to a hand crossing his name off]''\\
''[a remote, snow-covered mountaintop; explorer Ian Scott Fife climbs the last few feet to the summit, then unfurls a Union Flag attached to his ice axe]''[[note]] An upside-down Union Flag, to be exact![[/note]]\\
'''Ian:''' ''[proudly]'' In the name... of the Queen! ''[he plants the flag in the ground next to him - which immediately gives way, sending him plummeting to his death; cut to snow being blown off the tontine document to reveal his name crossed off]''\\
''[the christening of a ship; Naval officers flank a female dignitary as one of them, Leicester Young-Fielding, passes her the ceremonial bottle of champagne]''\\
'''Dignitary:''' And so it gives me great pleasure to name this ship ''Repulsion''. God bless all who sail in her! ''[she throws the bottle toward the hull as the officers salute; the bottle misses the ship completely, swings back, and smashes Leicester squarely in the face. Cut to the view through a magnifying glass as his name is crossed off]''\\
''[a desert military fort; Army officer Alan Frazer Scrope is furiously leading the defence of the fort against a siege by the locals]''\\
'''Alan:''' You swine! ''[fires his pistol three times in three directions; a native places a ladder against the battlements and tries to climb over]'' Never! ''[kicks the ladder away as the native screams]'' They're disorganised! Victory will soon be ours! Sound the charge!\\
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'''Brian:''' You heard me, man! Fire! ''[the soldier shrugs, gives the signal to fire, and Brian is knocked to the ground; cut to a hand crossing his name off the tontine document]''\\
''[the English countryside; falconerdocument]''
** The trained falcon with which Sydney Whitcombe Sykes isshowing off his trained predator trying to impress two ladies]''\\
'''Sydney:'''young ladies is evidently not as well trained as he thinks:
--->'''Sydney:''' Never fear, ladies! He knows his prey! ''[the ladies giggle]'' Ah! See! Yonder! ''[he removes the falcon's mask]'' Kill! ''[cut to the ladies, who scream and cover their faces as feathers fly and Sydney yells in agony; cut to a hand crossing his nameoff]''\\
''[a remote, snow-covered mountaintop;off]''
** Had intrepid explorer Ian Scott Fife known what awaited him at the top of the mountain he is scaling, he would have stayed at base camp, or better yet, gone back to England:
--->''[Ian climbs the last few feet to the summit, then unfurls a Union Flag attached to his ice axe]''[[note]] An upside-down Union Flag, to be exact![[/note]]\\
'''Ian:''' ''[proudly]'' In the name... of the Queen! ''[he plants the flag in the ground next to him - which immediately givesway, way from under him, sending him plummeting to his death; cut to snow being blown off the tontine document to reveal his name crossed off]''\\
''[theoff]''
** Naval officer Leicester Young-Fielding learns the difficult way why the ship at the christening ofa ship; Naval which he is present is aptly named:
--->''[Naval officers flank a female dignitary asone of them, Leicester Young-Fielding, passes her the ceremonial bottle of champagne]''\\
'''Dignitary:''' And so it gives me great pleasure to name this ship ''Repulsion''. God bless all who sail in her! ''[she throws the bottle toward the hull as the officers salute; the bottle misses the ship completely, swings back, and smashes Leicester squarely in the face. Cut to the view through a magnifying glass as his name is crossedoff]''\\
''[a desert military fort;off]''
** Army officer Alan Frazer Scropeis furiously leading prematurely announces his men's impending victory over the defence of the fort against a natives laying siege by the locals]''\\
'''Alan:'''to their desert fort:
--->'''Alan:''' You swine! ''[fires his pistol three times in three directions; a native places a ladder against the battlements and tries to climb over]'' Never! ''[kicks the ladder away as the native screams]'' They're disorganised! Victory will soon be ours! Sound the charge!\\
''[the English countryside; falconer
** The trained falcon with which Sydney Whitcombe Sykes is
'''Sydney:'''
--->'''Sydney:''' Never fear, ladies! He knows his prey! ''[the ladies giggle]'' Ah! See! Yonder! ''[he removes the falcon's mask]'' Kill! ''[cut to the ladies, who scream and cover their faces as feathers fly and Sydney yells in agony; cut to a hand crossing his name
''[a remote, snow-covered mountaintop;
** Had intrepid explorer Ian Scott Fife known what awaited him at the top of the mountain he is scaling, he would have stayed at base camp, or better yet, gone back to England:
--->''[Ian climbs the last few feet to the summit, then unfurls a Union Flag attached to his ice axe]''[[note]] An upside-down Union Flag, to be exact![[/note]]\\
'''Ian:''' ''[proudly]'' In the name... of the Queen! ''[he plants the flag in the ground next to him - which immediately gives
''[the
** Naval officer Leicester Young-Fielding learns the difficult way why the ship at the christening of
--->''[Naval officers flank a female dignitary as
'''Dignitary:''' And so it gives me great pleasure to name this ship ''Repulsion''. God bless all who sail in her! ''[she throws the bottle toward the hull as the officers salute; the bottle misses the ship completely, swings back, and smashes Leicester squarely in the face. Cut to the view through a magnifying glass as his name is crossed
''[a desert military fort;
** Army officer Alan Frazer Scrope
'''Alan:'''
--->'''Alan:''' You swine! ''[fires his pistol three times in three directions; a native places a ladder against the battlements and tries to climb over]'' Never! ''[kicks the ladder away as the native screams]'' They're disorganised! Victory will soon be ours! Sound the charge!\\
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'''Alan:''' Give that horn to me, you fool! ''[grabs the bugle and begins sounding the charge; an arrow flies into the bell of the instrument and Alan groans and sinks to the ground. Cut to his name being crossed off]''\\
''[a coal mine; James Whyte Wragg, the mine's owner, walks through the mine surrounded by both unhappy-looking miners and suit-wearing administrators, one of whom is holding a canary in a cage]''\\
'''James:''' ''[jovially]'' Right! Now then, my good men! What's all this poppycock about the mine not being safe, eh? Speak up, what's wrong with it? ''[he taps a support post with his cane; to his alarm, it promptly tips over, and he and most of the others present are buried under a hail of rocks and debris. Cut to his name being crossed off in red ink]''\\
''[the African savannah; Oliver Pike Harmsworth, a big game hunter, hides in the tall grass with his native guide, Tumba, who tries to hand him his rifle]''\\
'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossed off]''\\
''[a clearing at dawn; two men stand back to back, each holding a duelling pistol, as Vyvyan Alistair Montague drops the handkerchief to signal the start of the duel. The men take ten paces as Vyvyan smiles and watches, then they turn... and point their guns at Vyvyan instead of each other before firing. Cut to his name being crossed off by a shaky hand]''\\
''[a hillside overlooking an industrial town; Derek Lloyd Peter Digby, the owner of the local factories, is in a wheelchair pushed by his young son]''\\
''[a coal mine; James Whyte Wragg, the mine's owner, walks through the mine surrounded by both unhappy-looking miners and suit-wearing administrators, one of whom is holding a canary in a cage]''\\
'''James:''' ''[jovially]'' Right! Now then, my good men! What's all this poppycock about the mine not being safe, eh? Speak up, what's wrong with it? ''[he taps a support post with his cane; to his alarm, it promptly tips over, and he and most of the others present are buried under a hail of rocks and debris. Cut to his name being crossed off in red ink]''\\
''[the African savannah; Oliver Pike Harmsworth, a big game hunter, hides in the tall grass with his native guide, Tumba, who tries to hand him his rifle]''\\
'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossed off]''\\
''[a clearing at dawn; two men stand back to back, each holding a duelling pistol, as Vyvyan Alistair Montague drops the handkerchief to signal the start of the duel. The men take ten paces as Vyvyan smiles and watches, then they turn... and point their guns at Vyvyan instead of each other before firing. Cut to his name being crossed off by a shaky hand]''\\
''[a hillside overlooking an industrial town; Derek Lloyd Peter Digby, the owner of the local factories, is in a wheelchair pushed by his young son]''\\
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'''Alan:''' Give that horn to me, you fool! ''[grabs the bugle and begins sounding the charge; an arrow flies into the bell of the instrument and Alan groans and sinks to the ground. Cut to his name being crossed off]''\\
''[a coal mine;off]''
** Industrialist James WhyteWragg, Wragg discovers, to his considerable cost, that the mine's owner, miners working in his coal mine are right to be wary of the soundness of its construction:
--->''[James walks through the mine surrounded by both unhappy-looking miners and suit-wearing administrators, one of whom is holding a canary in a cage]''\\
'''James:''' ''[jovially]'' Right! Now then, my good men! What's all this poppycock about the mine not being safe, eh? Speak up, what's wrong with it? ''[he taps a support post with his cane; to his alarm, it promptly tips over, and he and most of the others present are buried under a hail of rocks and debris. Cut to his name being crossed off in redink]''\\
''[the African savannah;ink]''
** Big game hunter Oliver PikeHarmsworth, Harmsworth may think it unsporting to shoot an animal before it starts charging, but he forgets an even more important rule - never take your eye off your prey for even a big game hunter, second:
--->''[Oliver hides in the tall grass with his native guide, Tumba, who tries to hand him hisrifle]''\\
rifle; Oliver turns to face him]''\\
'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossedoff]''\\
''[a clearing at dawn; two men stand back to back, each holding a duelling pistol, asoff]''
** It seems Vyvyan Alistair Montaguedrops did something to make the two men whose pistol duel he is overseeing even angrier at him than they are at each other:
--->''[a clearing at dawn; the duellists stand back to back, pistols at the ready, as Vyvyan lowers the handkerchief to signal the start of the duel. The men take ten paces as Vyvyan smiles and watches, then they turn... and point their guns at Vyvyan instead of each other before firing. Cut to his name being crossed off by a shakyhand]''\\
''[ahand]''
** Industrialist Derek Lloyd Peter Digby has amassed a large enough fortune that his son can't wait to get his hands on it - so he decides to speed up the process:
--->''[a hillside overlooking an industrial town; DerekLloyd Peter Digby, the owner of the local factories, is being pushed in a his wheelchair pushed by his young son]''\\
''[a coal mine;
** Industrialist James Whyte
--->''[James walks through the mine surrounded by both unhappy-looking miners and suit-wearing administrators, one of whom is holding a canary in a cage]''\\
'''James:''' ''[jovially]'' Right! Now then, my good men! What's all this poppycock about the mine not being safe, eh? Speak up, what's wrong with it? ''[he taps a support post with his cane; to his alarm, it promptly tips over, and he and most of the others present are buried under a hail of rocks and debris. Cut to his name being crossed off in red
''[the African savannah;
** Big game hunter Oliver Pike
--->''[Oliver hides in the tall grass with his native guide, Tumba, who tries to hand him his
'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossed
''[a clearing at dawn; two men stand back to back, each holding a duelling pistol, as
** It seems Vyvyan Alistair Montague
--->''[a clearing at dawn; the duellists stand back to back, pistols at the ready, as Vyvyan lowers the handkerchief to signal the start of the duel. The men take ten paces as Vyvyan smiles and watches, then they turn... and point their guns at Vyvyan instead of each other before firing. Cut to his name being crossed off by a shaky
''[a
** Industrialist Derek Lloyd Peter Digby has amassed a large enough fortune that his son can't wait to get his hands on it - so he decides to speed up the process:
--->''[a hillside overlooking an industrial town; Derek
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'''Young Digby:''' ''[grins murderously]'' Yes, Father. ''[shoves the wheelchair as hard as he can, sending his father zooming down the hillside to his doom; cut to his name being crossed off with a pen rather than a quill]''\\
''[Buckingham Palace; Robert Park Collingwood advances to receive his knightood from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. He bows as an attendant whispers a reminder of who he is into the Queen's ear]''\\
''[Buckingham Palace; Robert Park Collingwood advances to receive his knightood from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. He bows as an attendant whispers a reminder of who he is into the Queen's ear]''\\
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'''Young Digby:''' ''[grins murderously]'' Yes, Father. ''[shoves the wheelchair as hard as he can, sending his father zooming down the hillside to his doom; cut to his name being crossed off with a pen rather than a quill]''\\
''[Buckingham Palace;quill]''
** Robert Park Collingwood has clearly become a man of some renown, as he is due to be knighted by Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. A pity he doesn't even get until the end of the conferral to enjoy the honour:
--->''[Buckingham Palace; Robert advances to receive his knightoodfrom Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. He and bows as an attendant whispers a reminder of who he is into the Queen's ear]''\\
''[Buckingham Palace;
** Robert Park Collingwood has clearly become a man of some renown, as he is due to be knighted by Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. A pity he doesn't even get until the end of the conferral to enjoy the honour:
--->''[Buckingham Palace; Robert advances to receive his knightood
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* The opening DeathMontage is one of the funniest ever put on film; evidently the main reason the Finsbury brothers are the last two surviving competitors for the {{Tontine}} is that the other eighteen were a mixture of too stupid and too unlucky to survive far into old age.[[note]] We can only assume that the competitors named on the document but not actually seen - William Davidson Ainsworth, Ronald James Dennison, Richard Mayhew Gough, Wilfred Ebenezer Hackett, Randall Norman Randall, Guy Martin Trask, Victor Eric Twitchell, and Randolph Tyler-Croft, met similarly grisly yet hilarious fates.[[/note]]
-->''[a battlefield; artillery sergeant Brian Allen Harvey emerges from the ruined house he is using for cover and draws his sabre]''\\
'''Brian:''' Cannon reloaded?\\
'''Soldier:''' Cannon reloaded, ''sir!''\\
'''Brian:''' Then fire!\\
'''Soldier:''' ''[noticing that Brian is standing directly in the line of fire]'' But sir!-\\
'''Brian:''' You heard me, man! Fire! ''[the soldier shrugs, gives the signal to fire, and Brian is knocked to the ground; cut to a hand crossing his name off the tontine document]''\\
''[the English countryside; falconer Sydney Whitcombe Sykes is showing off his trained predator to impress two ladies]''\\
'''Sydney:''' Never fear, ladies! He knows his prey! ''[the ladies giggle]'' Ah! See! Yonder! ''[he removes the falcon's mask]'' Kill! ''[cut to the ladies, who scream and cover their faces as feathers fly and Sydney yells in agony; cut to a hand crossing his name off]''\\
''[a remote, snow-covered mountaintop; explorer Ian Scott Fife climbs the last few feet to the summit, then unfurls a Union Flag attached to his ice axe]''[[note]] An upside-down Union Flag, to be exact![[/note]]\\
'''Ian:''' ''[proudly]'' In the name... of the Queen! ''[he plants the flag in the ground next to him - which immediately gives way, sending him plummeting to his death; cut to snow being blown off the tontine document to reveal his name crossed off]''\\
''[the christening of a ship; Naval officers flank a female dignitary as one of them, Leicester Young-Fielding, passes her the ceremonial bottle of champagne]''\\
'''Dignitary:''' And so it gives me great pleasure to name this ship ''Repulsion''. God bless all who sail in her! ''[she throws the bottle toward the hull as the officers salute; the bottle misses the ship completely, swings back, and smashes Leicester squarely in the face. Cut to the view through a magnifying glass as his name is crossed off]''\\
''[a desert military fort; Army officer Alan Frazer Scrope is furiously leading the defence of the fort against a siege by the locals]''\\
'''Alan:''' You swine! ''[fires his pistol three times in three directions; a native places a ladder against the battlements and tries to climb over]'' Never! ''[kicks the ladder away as the native screams]'' They're disorganised! Victory will soon be ours! Sound the charge!\\
'''Bugler:''' Sound the what, sir!?\\
'''Alan:''' Give that horn to me, you fool! ''[grabs the bugle and begins sounding the charge; an arrow flies into the bell of the instrument and Alan groans and sinks to the ground. Cut to his name being crossed off]''\\
''[a coal mine; James Whyte Wragg, the mine's owner, walks through the mine surrounded by both unhappy-looking miners and suit-wearing administrators, one of whom is holding a canary in a cage]''\\
'''James:''' ''[jovially]'' Right! Now then, my good men! What's all this poppycock about the mine not being safe, eh? Speak up, what's wrong with it? ''[he taps a support post with his cane; to his alarm, it promptly tips over, and he and most of the others present are buried under a hail of rocks and debris. Cut to his name being crossed off in red ink]''\\
''[the African savannah; Oliver Pike Harmsworth, a big game hunter, hides in the tall grass with his native guide, Tumba, who tries to hand him his rifle]''\\
'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossed off]''\\
''[a clearing at dawn; two men stand back to back, each holding a duelling pistol, as Vyvyan Alistair Montague drops the handkerchief to signal the start of the duel. The men take ten paces as Vyvyan smiles and watches, then they turn... and point their guns at Vyvyan instead of each other before firing. Cut to his name being crossed off by a shaky hand]''\\
''[a hillside overlooking an industrial town; Derek Lloyd Peter Digby, the owner of the local factories, is in a wheelchair pushed by his young son]''\\
'''Derek:''' When I die, my son... ''[the camera pans across what is obviously a black and white stock photograph of Victorian factories]'' All this will be yours.\\
'''Young Digby:''' ''[grins murderously]'' Yes, Father. ''[shoves the wheelchair as hard as he can, sending his father zooming down the hillside to his doom; cut to his name being crossed off with a pen rather than a quill]''\\
''[Buckingham Palace; Robert Park Collingwood advances to receive his knightood from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. He bows as an attendant whispers a reminder of who he is into the Queen's ear]''\\
'''Queen Victoria:''' In recognition of your many and varied services to the Crown... ''[she gestures for the ceremonial sword, which the attendant hands to her]'' I dub thee... ''[she brings the sword down too quickly; there is a thud, and she watches something roll across the floor]'' Oh. We are frightfully sorry, Sir Robert.
-->''[a battlefield; artillery sergeant Brian Allen Harvey emerges from the ruined house he is using for cover and draws his sabre]''\\
'''Brian:''' Cannon reloaded?\\
'''Soldier:''' Cannon reloaded, ''sir!''\\
'''Brian:''' Then fire!\\
'''Soldier:''' ''[noticing that Brian is standing directly in the line of fire]'' But sir!-\\
'''Brian:''' You heard me, man! Fire! ''[the soldier shrugs, gives the signal to fire, and Brian is knocked to the ground; cut to a hand crossing his name off the tontine document]''\\
''[the English countryside; falconer Sydney Whitcombe Sykes is showing off his trained predator to impress two ladies]''\\
'''Sydney:''' Never fear, ladies! He knows his prey! ''[the ladies giggle]'' Ah! See! Yonder! ''[he removes the falcon's mask]'' Kill! ''[cut to the ladies, who scream and cover their faces as feathers fly and Sydney yells in agony; cut to a hand crossing his name off]''\\
''[a remote, snow-covered mountaintop; explorer Ian Scott Fife climbs the last few feet to the summit, then unfurls a Union Flag attached to his ice axe]''[[note]] An upside-down Union Flag, to be exact![[/note]]\\
'''Ian:''' ''[proudly]'' In the name... of the Queen! ''[he plants the flag in the ground next to him - which immediately gives way, sending him plummeting to his death; cut to snow being blown off the tontine document to reveal his name crossed off]''\\
''[the christening of a ship; Naval officers flank a female dignitary as one of them, Leicester Young-Fielding, passes her the ceremonial bottle of champagne]''\\
'''Dignitary:''' And so it gives me great pleasure to name this ship ''Repulsion''. God bless all who sail in her! ''[she throws the bottle toward the hull as the officers salute; the bottle misses the ship completely, swings back, and smashes Leicester squarely in the face. Cut to the view through a magnifying glass as his name is crossed off]''\\
''[a desert military fort; Army officer Alan Frazer Scrope is furiously leading the defence of the fort against a siege by the locals]''\\
'''Alan:''' You swine! ''[fires his pistol three times in three directions; a native places a ladder against the battlements and tries to climb over]'' Never! ''[kicks the ladder away as the native screams]'' They're disorganised! Victory will soon be ours! Sound the charge!\\
'''Bugler:''' Sound the what, sir!?\\
'''Alan:''' Give that horn to me, you fool! ''[grabs the bugle and begins sounding the charge; an arrow flies into the bell of the instrument and Alan groans and sinks to the ground. Cut to his name being crossed off]''\\
''[a coal mine; James Whyte Wragg, the mine's owner, walks through the mine surrounded by both unhappy-looking miners and suit-wearing administrators, one of whom is holding a canary in a cage]''\\
'''James:''' ''[jovially]'' Right! Now then, my good men! What's all this poppycock about the mine not being safe, eh? Speak up, what's wrong with it? ''[he taps a support post with his cane; to his alarm, it promptly tips over, and he and most of the others present are buried under a hail of rocks and debris. Cut to his name being crossed off in red ink]''\\
''[the African savannah; Oliver Pike Harmsworth, a big game hunter, hides in the tall grass with his native guide, Tumba, who tries to hand him his rifle]''\\
'''Oliver:''' Not yet, Tumba. You must learn the white man's code. It is not ''sporting''. It is not ''done'' to fire at rhino ''[sounds of fast approaching footsteps]'' until he is actually charging. ''[the footsteps get louder, accompanied by rhinoceros grunts; Oliver and Tumba get horrified looks on their faces. Cut to a piece of blotting paper being hammered over where his name has just been crossed off]''\\
''[a clearing at dawn; two men stand back to back, each holding a duelling pistol, as Vyvyan Alistair Montague drops the handkerchief to signal the start of the duel. The men take ten paces as Vyvyan smiles and watches, then they turn... and point their guns at Vyvyan instead of each other before firing. Cut to his name being crossed off by a shaky hand]''\\
''[a hillside overlooking an industrial town; Derek Lloyd Peter Digby, the owner of the local factories, is in a wheelchair pushed by his young son]''\\
'''Derek:''' When I die, my son... ''[the camera pans across what is obviously a black and white stock photograph of Victorian factories]'' All this will be yours.\\
'''Young Digby:''' ''[grins murderously]'' Yes, Father. ''[shoves the wheelchair as hard as he can, sending his father zooming down the hillside to his doom; cut to his name being crossed off with a pen rather than a quill]''\\
''[Buckingham Palace; Robert Park Collingwood advances to receive his knightood from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. He bows as an attendant whispers a reminder of who he is into the Queen's ear]''\\
'''Queen Victoria:''' In recognition of your many and varied services to the Crown... ''[she gestures for the ceremonial sword, which the attendant hands to her]'' I dub thee... ''[she brings the sword down too quickly; there is a thud, and she watches something roll across the floor]'' Oh. We are frightfully sorry, Sir Robert.
