1. |
JESUS FREAKS |
MW |
AWIGHT, MATE? IT'S MAD 'ERE, INNIT? IT'S LOUD ENOUGH TO MAKE |
| YOUR EARS BLEED! |
CH |
Just like our Lord Jesus. |
MW |
WHAT? |
CH |
I SAID, IT'S LIKE OUR LORD JESUS, ISN'T IT? BECAUSE HE DIED ON THE |
| CROSS FOR ALL OUR SINS, DIDN'T HE? |
MW |
?? SEE YOU, MATE! ?? |
| [MW beats hasty retreat, as CH carries on gettin' down an' boogyin'] |
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2. |
JESUS FREAKS |
MW |
Hey, you - what about you last week, trying to get off with Stuart? |
MM |
Oh, I was smashed, OK? |
CH |
Yeah, but Stuart? |
MM |
Mm. But then, in walked Diane with my old ex - Colin. |
MW |
You should have seen her face! |
MM |
I was so embarrassed, I nearly died! |
AW |
Yes, that's what it was like for our Lord Jesus, wasn't it? Because he |
| died on the cross. For all our sins - didn't he? |
| [all move away quickly, leaving AW grinning on her own] |
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3. |
ED WINCHESTER / JESUS FREAKS |
EW |
Hi! I'm Ed Winchester. An' I'd like to take a moment of your time to talk |
| to you about the love of our Lord, Jesus Christ... |
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4. |
JESUS FREAKS |
CH |
...and the eyes were - sort of - deep set, you say? |
AW |
Yes, and er, he had short blond hair. |
CH |
Mm-hm. |
PW |
Right. And steel-rimmed glasses you say, madam? |
AW |
Yeah, that's right. |
CH |
Mm. So... did he look something like this? |
| [pause as CH reveals his sketch - it's a long-haired bearded face] |
AW |
That looks nothing like the man who attacked me. |
CH |
No. It's Jesus. |
PW |
He's our saviour, madam. |
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5. |
JESUS FREAKS |
M1 |
...and two glasses of house wine, while we're waiting. |
PW |
Certainly, sir. The white or red? |
M1 |
Erm... what are they like? |
PW |
Er, well, the white, sir - it's an Australian Chardonney. It's very light. |
| Quite fruity. |
M1 |
Right. |
AW |
And the red? |
PW |
The red represents the blood of our Lord, Jesus Christ, madam. It's for |
| our sins. |
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6. |
JESUS FREAKS |
SD |
Well, Burke, that's the first down and ten for the Braves, and Carl Burrows - |
| the big quarterback - was totally shut down. He couldn't go forwards, |
| backwards, or any which ways. He was a man alone out there, Burke. He |
| didn't have nobody to turn to. |
JT |
Well, if you look at the play again, Dick, I think you'll see there was some- |
| body he could have turned to. |
SD |
Who was that, Burke? |
JT |
It was our Lord, Jesus Christ. Who died on the cross for all our sins, and is |
| always there for us when we need him. |
SD |
Way ta go, Burke! |
JT |
So put your hand on the screen... |
SD |
...and send all your money to us, the Reverend Dick Dixon... |
JT |
...and me, Dr Burke McCormack. |
*2 |
Sportscasters for Jesus! |
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7. |
JESUS FREAKS |
| [AW walks into a police station. PW and MW are at the front desk] |
AW |
Hello. Er - excuse me, can you help me? I-I've just come from the park. |
| Someone just came up and took off with my dog! |
PW |
Right, yes. Hold on a minute, madam. Er, George? There's a lady here |
| says she's looking for eternal salvation in the Lord. |
MW |
Another convert, Sarge? |
AW |
I-I-I didn't say that! I said, someone came up and took off with my dog! |
PW |
Right. Scratch that, George - she's changed 'er mind. |
| [slight pause] |
PW |
A dog you say, madam? Right, what's it's name? |
AW |
It's a she. She is called Jess. Jess. |
PW |
Right, so that's J - E - S - U - S. |
| [slight pause] |
AW |
No - she's called Jess, and you've just written Jesus. |
PW |
[chortling]
So I have. Still - it's a lovely word, isn't it? |
| [slight pause as MW joins PW at the desk. both look up to the heavens] |
PW |
Jesus. |
MW |
Jesus. He died for all our sins you know, madam. |
| [slilght pause as PW snaps out of it, and starts taking notes again] |
PW |
Er, right - sorry, madam. So, you say you were in the park when you lost, |
| er, little Jesse. Right. |
| [slight pause as PW's face lights up with a sudden revelation] |
PW |
Would that be the park... by the church, madam? |
AW |
No, the one by the lake. |
MW |
Yeah, but you can see the Church Of Our Lady from there though - can't |
| you, madam? |
PW |
Can you? In that case, madam - would you have been able to hear the |
| faithful singing from there? Something like this: |
| [PW twangs a tuning fork on the edge of the desk to get his harmony] |
PW |
"Kum-by-yah, my Lord, kum-by-yah, kum-by-" Would you have been able |
| to hear anything like that, madam? |
AW |
Erm, I-I-I suppose so. |
PW |
Mm. And if you had heard it, how loudly would they have been singing? |
| Would it have been sort of, [quietly] "Kum-baya, my Lord, kum-baya" or |
| more sort of... |
| [MW steps up to PW's side for a hearty duet] |
*2 |
"OH, LOR-ORD! KUM-BY-YAAAAAAAAH!" |
PW |
Mm? |
| [AW is slightly flustered by now, and gets drawn in...] |
AW |
All right, well, erm, look - if they had been singing, from where I was, it |
| would have been about as loud as, [fairly softly] "Kum-by-yah, my Lord, |
| kum-by-yah, kum-by-y-" |
| [AW realises she's been suckered when PW and MW whip out an acoustic |
| guitar and tambourine and start to join in...] |
*2 |
"Kum-by-yah, my Lord, kum-by-yah, kum-by-yah, my Lord, kum-by-yah, |