(Charles McKeown and Terry Gilliam, 1988)
Sultan: Perhaps you would care for a little light entertainment while you wait. I have been composing a short Opera; would you like to hear a song or two?
Baron: No, thank you.
Sultan: Oh, you’ll love it. It’s a Comedy. It’s called The Torturer’s Apprentice. Here’s the Overture.
The SULTAN seats himself at the Torturetron and begins to play. The MUSIC is accompanied by groans and shrieks from inside the strange keyboard instrument. From time to time a SHAKY HAND pushes up the lid of the Torturetron from within and a “CHORISTER” tries to escape. He is beaten back by a guard.
Sultan: Now, the curtain rises on a typical everyday Torture Chamber. Yosrick the young apprentice sings of his joy in his job. (sings) A Torturer’s Apprentice went his merry way to work one day. I bend and stretch and ply my trade Making people all afraid. But things look black, Business is slack, There’s no one on the rack but me. (spoken) There’s something of a recession in his business you see, owing to the spread of various nauseating liberal sentiments. In fact, he has only one victim that day – a beautiful 17 year old girl whom he recognizes in a rack song as his old playmate Griselda.
GRISELDA’S voice comes out of the Torturetron, and is Operatic screaming, sung in perfect pitch but in great pain.