[Biggles holds out two ordinary modern household cushions]
Biggles: Here they are, lord.
Ximinez: Now, old lady -- you have one last chance.
Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the
ungodly -- *two* last chances. And you shall be free -- *three*
last chances. You have three last chances, the nature of which
I have divulged in my previous utterance.
Wilde: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ximinez: Right! If that's the way you want it -- Cardinal!
Poke her with the soft cushions!
[Biggles carries out this rather pathetic torture]
Ximinez: Confess! Confess! Confess!
Biggles: It doesn't seem to be hurting her, lord.
Ximinez: Have you got all the stuffing up one end?
Biggles: Yes, lord.
Ximinez [angrily hurling away the cushions]: Hm! She is
made of harder stuff! Cardinal Fang! Fetch...THE COMFY CHAIR!
[Zoom into Fang's horrified face]
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