CUT TO the middle of the forest. SIR LAUNCELOT is riding along with a trusty servant, CONCORDE.
LAUNCELOT: And … o v e r … we go!
He strides over a big tree trunk … his “horse” does run and jump …
LAUNCELOT (enthusiastically): Well taken, Concorde!
CONCORDE: Thank you, sir, most kind …
LAUNCELOT: And another!
CONCORDE misses a beat.
LAUNCELOT: Steady! Good … and the last one …
CONCORDE does the run-up with the coconuts. He does the break for the leap … there is a thwack. SIR LAUNCELOT is waiting for the horse to land.
CONCORDE: Message for you, sir.
He falls forward revealing the arrow with the note.
LAUNCELOT: Concorde - speak to me.
He realizes he might be in danger and so starts to crawl off … when he notices the note. He takes it out and reads it.
LAUNCELOT (reading): “To whoever finds this note - I have been imprisoned by my father who wishes me to marry against my will. Please please please please come and rescue me. I am in the tall tower of Swamp Castle.”
SIR LAUNCELOT’s eyes light up with holy inspiration.
LAUNCELOT: At last! A call! A cry of distress …
He draws his sword, and turns to CONCORDE.
LAUNCELOT: Concorde! Brave, Concorde … you shall not have died in vain!
CONCORDE: I’m not quite dead, sir …
LAUNCELOT (a little deflated): Oh, well … er brave Concorde! You shall not have been fatally wounded in vain!
CONCORDE: I think I could pull through, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Good Concorde … stay here and rest awhile.
He makes to leap off dramatically.
CONCORDE: I think I’ll be all right to come with you, sir.
LAUNCELOT: I will send help, brave friend, as soon as I have accomplished this most daring, desperate adventure in this genre.
CONCORDE: Really, I feel fine, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Farewell, Concorde!
CONCORDE: It just seems silly … me lying here.
SIR LAUNCELOT plunges off into the forest.