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Episode 1 - Series 1
1. THE DENTON FAMILY
[ext. a dark brooding day in the rolling Derbyshire countryside. A sprinter train is speeding along a track in the valley. An old lady's voice can be heard...]
F1 "Dear Benjamin, we are so glad you are coming to stay with us..."
[int. train carriage. RS (as Ben) is sat reading a letter - the old lady's voice is seemingly in his head...]
F1 "... if only for the night. I hope that you and your friend enjoy your hiking Holiday, and don't find our little town too boring. We have never been camping..."
[RS suddenly purses his lips and looks to his right, with an annoyed expression. Camera pans out to reveal it's a real little old lady sat next to him reading the letter(!)]
F1 "... as Uncle Harvey does not get on with chemical toilets."
RS Excuse me! Do you mind? This is private!
[MG (as the tannoy) announces...]
MG We are now approaching Royston Vasey. Royston Vasey, next stop. This... is the end of the line.
[RS stands up and retrieves his backpack]
2. TUBBS & EDWARD
[ext. moorland. MG (as Martin) can be seen hiking along a muddy track towards the town. He comes across a sign with the words "WELCOME TO ROYSTON VASEY - YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE!" Camera pans up to reveal the town beyond in the distance. Back to MG, close up, as he spies a single building a short distance away, perched high above the town. The sign on the side of it reads "LOCAL SHOP"]
3. THE DENTON FAMILY (cont.) / BARBARA
[ext. train station, in town. RS (as Ben) is sat on the kerb waiting, and looking at his watch. RS suddenly stands up, and the camera pans out to reveal the sign for the station is "THE LAST STOP". A lurid pink taxi with "BABS CABS" on the side pulls up. RS puts his rucksack in the boot. PH (as Barbara, but speaking with SP's voice overdubbed) gruffly asks...]
SP Where to, pal?
[RS gets in the back of the taxi]
RS Swan Mills estate, please.
SP Right-ho.
[int. taxi. The "woman" driver has very hairy arms and legs...]
SP Are y'ere for work or pleasure?
RS Pleasure, I suppose. I'm staying with relatives and I'm going hiking with a friend.
SP Oh, it's a nice part o' town is Swan Mills. Lovely shops. It's where I get my dresses from.
[RS notices Barbara's hairy legs for the first time]
SP The thing is - they know me there, now. I couldn't go into Dorothy Perkins' once me bust started showin', y'know.
RS Oh. [int. close up of Barbara's hairy open neckline, with a gold "Barbara" pendant dangling around her neck]
SP I've only been on the 'ormones eighteen months. Me nipples are like bullets.
[INTRO, THEME MUSIC STARTS]
4. BARBARA (cont.) / CHINNERY
[ext. T-junction. The Local Shop can be seen (thanks to CGI) high up on the moors, overlooking the town. The pink taxi approaches, and drives past. PH greets MG (as Chinnery), who is cycling up the road]
SP Morning, Dr Chinnery!
MG Morning, Sandra!
[MG waves to a fat man posting a letter in a talking red postbox. SP (as the electronic voice of the postbox) says...]
SP Thank you for posting your letter inside me!
[MG carries on cycling, narrowly missing a dog crossing the road. Camera pans up to show MG cycling down the hill, revealing the town's inhabitants going about their business. At the top of the arc, an angel holding a crown of thorns looks down on the town]
5. HILARY, MAURICE & SAM / GEOFF, MIKE & BRIAN
[ext. butchers. MG is now cycling past "H. BRISS & SON". We see SP and RS (as Geoff and Mike) walking the other way. As they go past one house, a woman throws a bucket of soapy water on to the pavement, narrowly missing them. They turn in surprise, but say nothing and carry on walking. As they get to the butcher's, MG (as Hilary) also throws out a bucket out of his doorway. But it's not soapy water - it's blood and offal! RS gets the most of it, all over his lower trousers and shoes. (NB: watch out for this link later!) Camera pans up to reveal the two rather annoyed looking men. MG folds his arms, and offers a somewhat insincere apology...]
MG Sorry, lads.
[MG spies an old lady across the road, tending her flower stall, "Fleur de Lee's of Royston Vasey". F1 waves across the road to MG. A sign in the flowers reads "EVERYTHING MUST GO"]
6. HENRY & ALLY [SP and RS (as Henry and Ally) try to go into the video shop, but crash into the door instead...]
RS Locked!
SP Aww, come on!
[the camera pans right to reveal a flyer stapled to the lamp-post, which has a picture of a hand with an arrow pointing to a circled digit. Underneath are the words "LOST! Have you seen my finger? 01484 469885".] [EPISODE ONE - WELCOME TO ROYSTON VASEY]
7. BERNICE
[ext. street. A Daimler hearse drives under the camera's POV, past Bernice's church with a sign outside which reads "SALVATION - JESUS IS IT!" There is a name spelled out in wreaths of flowers along the side of the coffin. It reads "BASTARD"]
8. TUBBS & EDWARD (cont.)
[ext. Local Shop, high up on the moors. MG (as Martin) is approaching the front door. A bell softly tinkles as he steps inside. Close up of his red hiking boots. MG looks around, and picks up a snowstorm bubble, shakes it, and puts it down again. From behind the door blind, SP (as Tubbs) spies on him for a while, before getting the courage to come out into the shop. MG has his back to her, examining a teddy bear...]
SP Yes?
MG Oh! I'm sorry. Are you... open?
[SP's head is nervously waving about]
SP Yes! Can I help you at all?
MG Oh - no thanks! I'm just... just looking.
[pause as MG carries on looking around the shop. SP watches him from behind the counter, before creeping up on him and surprising him at the comb rack]
SP I haven't seen you before! Are you local?
MG No - I'm, er, meeting up with a friend, actually. Going hiking. Cheerio! [MG makes for the door, but SP calls him back]
SP Can I help you at all?
MG Well - yes, actually. I was wondering how much this snowstorm was? [MG picks up the snowstorm again]
SP Aaaaaargh! What are you doing?
MG Sorry!
[MG hastily replaces it on the shelf again, as SP comes panting around behind the counter, picks up the snowstorm and hugs it tightly, stroking it]
SP Don't touch the things! This is local shop! For local people! There's nothing for you, here!
MG I can pay!
[MG makes to retrieve his wallet from inside his jacket]
SP Keep your hands where I can see them!
[MG dutifully raises both hands, in a "I surrender" fashion]
SP I have a husband, you know!
[SP points to the back of the shop]
SP He's upstairs - he's sure to hear everything! If you were to... come back here and... touch my...
[SP starts rubbing her breasts, lost in fantasy]
MG No, I...
[SP suddenly snaps out of her reverie]
SP EDWARD! EDWARD!
[RS (as Edward) appears from the back of the shop, and looks accusingly at MG]
RS Hello, hello? What's going on? What's all this shouting? We'll have no trouble, here!
SP I caught him stealing from the shop!
[MG tries to defend himself, hands still in the air, but RS continues...]
RS Who is he? Is his identity known?
SP He's not local!
RS Look here, we're very proud of our town. This is a decent town, and a local shop. We'll have no trouble, here.
SP He asked me to open the till!
MG No!
SP He has a plan! He covets the precious things of the shop!
[SP holds up the snowstorm as evidence]
RS Oh. Tea leaf, eh?
[RS starts to walk around the counter to MG]
RS You people are all alike. You march in here - young! - try and touch the... local things. I suppose next you'll be spraying me with one of those cans of paint! Smearing poor Tubbs here with excrement!
[pause MG looks thoroughly fed up - SP is enjoying it!]
RS I've got your number, fellah! You won't get far!
SP He tried to see under my clothes! [MG looks incredulous]
RS Pervert, eh? Sex! On the brain! Wet the bed, I'll bet - as a boy?
[RS turns for an aside to SP]
RS (No sisters!)
[RS walks around to MG's right side, looking closely up at him]
RS I used to be in a war! I put paid to a few like you! This is a decent town, and a local shop! There's nothing for you, here!
SP Tell him I can't have babies, anyway!
[MG rolls his eyes, disbelieving what he's hearing. RS looks pained]
SP Tell him my insides are all wrong!
[SP and RS are almost sobbing now]
RS Devil! Go on, then! Take the precious things of the shop! Burn down our home! Rape our dead MOUTHS!
[MG's face looks like thunder]
RS So long as I don't have to listen to any more of this disgusting babble! [MG finally loses it, and rounds on RS, shouting...]
MG LOOK! I'm sorry, if I've done anything to upset or offend either of you! I just wanted to come in here and browse your bloody SHOP!
[SP recoils in horror at MG's outburst, RS looks down silently at the floor] MG If you don't mind, I'll just... leave quietly.
[MG makes for the door, but RS bars his way]
RS Graaargh!
[RS looks at SP, MG looks puzzled]
RS You... heard the man, Tubbs?
[SP says nothing, as RS grins]
RS Get undressed.
[SP looks overjoyed, and starts tugging at her blouson and cardigan, rubbing her breasts again]
9. BARBARA (cont.)
[ext. Hadfield. The pink taxi is driving through a housing estate, in the rain] SP Yeah - it's quite a straightforward operation, really. Basically, they split the penis in two...
[RS (as Ben) nods uncomfortably in the back seat]
SP ... and invert it, using the membrane to form a sort of...
[they drive past the Job Centre]
10. PAULINE, MICKEY & ROSS
[int. Job Centre. SP (as Pauline) comes bouncing down the stairs...]
SP Hokey-cokey-pig-in-a-pokey! (Ahem!)
[SP clears her throat, and puts her things on her desk]
SP Hello, gents! Ooh! It's half past nine! Time for men - men with jobs - to go to work!
[SP hangs her bag and coat up]
SP Other men... stay in bed 'til dinner-time, watching tots TV, thinking about how worthless and pathetic they are.
[SP turns to address the sad bunch directly]
SP Good morning, job seekers.
[there is no reply from the men, though a few look up from their desks]
SP Now, we were thinking yesterday - weren't we - about jobs.
[SP holds her clipboard up, pointing to what's written on the Nobo board] D'you remember? And what did we conclude? Hmm?
[silence from the group. RS (as Ross), grudgingly concedes...]
RS There aren't any.
[SP looks slightly aggrieved, and corrects RS...]
SP No, Ross - we concluded, there are so many jobs out there, we need to know what our options are. Hmm?
[SP helpfully points to the words "JOB OPTIONS" written on the Nobo board]
SP So, today, we're going to have a little... brain storming session.
[SP goes over to perch on MG's (as Mickey) desk, to confide...]
SP (Don't worry, Mickey love - it doesn't hurt.)
[MG grins inanely at her, as SP stands up again]
SP First up, who can tell me, what this is? Hmm?
[SP holds up a thick blue felt pen. MG hurriedly hangs his head down again]
RS It's a pen.
SP Yes, Ross - it's a pen! One of Pauline's pens. And me and Mr Pen, we're going for a little walk...
[SP waltzes around the room, waving said pen in the air]
SP ... down the High Street. Where we're going to see lots and lots of people, doing lots and lots of jobs.
[RS mutters an aside to MG...]
RS (Not our High Street, then.)
[SP is looking out of the window, into the town]
SP Ooh, look - there's Mr Pastry! What d'you think his job could be, gents?
[a tired voice from the back calls out...]
M1 Baker.
[an animated SP waltzes back to the Nobo board]
SP Yes, good. Baker. So I'm gonna write that up on the board. B-A-K-E-R. And then... ooh! Look who's over there!
[SP points to a corner of the room]
SP It's Mr... Cabbages. And his job is?
[SP cups a hand to her ear, expectantly, and an enthusiastic MG calls out...]
MG Fireman!
SP No, Mickey love - he is a g-r-e-e-n-g-r-o-c-e-r.
[SP writes "GROCER" on the board as she's speaking]
SP But... his good friend is Mr Flames! And he is a... ?
MG Greengrocer!
[pause as MG's face drops, and SP corrects him...]
SP No... [another disinterested voice from the back calls out...]
M2 Fireman.
SP Good! Come on, gents! Shout more jobs out! Let's get a list going! [SP waves her hand, encouragingly. All except MG have their heads bowed]
MG FIREMAN!
SP Yeah - we've got that one, Mickey love.
[SP points and snaps her fingers towards RS, who reluctantly mutters...] RS Newsagents.
SP Good!
[SP turns to furiously scribble the job title on the board, but RS continues to call out...]
RS Policeman. Carpet fitter.
[SP turns round to address them]
SP Yes, that is a job - isn't it?
RS Doctor. Vet. Tennis player.
M2 Football player.
SP Just a minute, gents! T-e-n-n-i-s p-l-a-y-e-r.
MG Fireman!
RS Window cleaner. Gardener. Architect.
SP Yes, slow down!
[RS keeps spitting out jobs. SP is unable to keep up]
RS Tinker. Tailor. Solider. Spy. Butcher. Baker. Candlestick maker.
SP Yeah, I think...
RS Fisherman. BUILDER. LABOURER.
SP Yeah - all right, clever dick!
[pause as SP chunters his tongue against her bottom lip, annoyed at RS] SP That's enough, now.
[pause for a few more chunters before RS blurts out...]
RS AN ASTRONAUT!
SP PISS OFF!
[slight pause, before SP rounds on RS]
SP You can shout out as many jobs as you like, Ross - you're never going to bloody get one, you worthless dole scum!
[pause as SP hovers in front of RS, chuntering away before recovering herself, and gently asking MG...]
SP Can you think of a job, Mickey love?
MG Yeah!
[MG hands SP a letter]
SP Aww - you see, Ross? This poor bastard can't even spell job, but at least he tries.
[SP starts to read the letter, while MG tries to prove he can spell job...]
MG Juh... oh...
[MG can't get any further, and starts counting his fingers]
SP What's this? "Dear Mr Mickey, we would like you to come in for an interview this afternoon?"
RS Oh, that's brilliant, Mickey - what's it for?
[MG turns to SP and happily announces - guess what?...]
MG Fireman!
[pause as SP looks horrifed]
11. BARBARA (cont.) / THE DENTON FAMILY (cont.)
[ext. street. the pink taxi is now approaching the Dentons' house]
SP It's not so bad, once you've been shaved and marked up wi' lipstick, y'know. Course, they won't know about lubrication 'til they've opened me up.
[pause as RS gets out, and retrieves his rucksack from the boot]
12. THE DENTON FAMILY (cont.)
[ext. house. RS approaches MG (as Val) waiting for him at the front door] RS Hello, Aunty Val!
MG Benjamin! Come inside. Quickly. Quickly.
[pause as MG shuts the door, then turns to direct RS through the house] MG Through here, Benjamin, please.
RS Oh, thank you, Aunty Val. Very, er, kind of you to let me stay.
[RS and MG enter the living room. It is decorated in hideous 70's kitsch wallpaper. There are clear plastic protective covers over the backs of the settee and chairs. Forty seven decorative frogs of one type or another adorn the room. Five porcelain ones are lined up on the coffee table]
MG Oh, not at all, not at all. I was only saying to your Uncle Harvey over breakfast, we don't see enough of your side of the family.
[RS deposits his rucksack on one of the easy chairs. MG looks suitably pained, picks up a piece of spare bubble wrap off the coffee table, and places it under RS's rucksack. RS watches, and nods politely]
MG Now, whilst you're staying with us, we want you to relax. Come and go as you please, and...
[MG adjusts the porcelain frogs, making sure they're all perfectly in line] MG ... treat this place just like your own home.
RS Well, I am only staying one night.
MG I know, I know.
RS And I do have to meet Martin, later.
MG Absolutely.
[MG invites RS to sit down on the settee. RS is half way down, when...] MG Oh.
RS What is it?
MG Well, it's just a little thing, but... in this house, we do ask that you leave your shoes in the front porch.
RS Oh!
[SP's (as Harvey) voice can be heard as he approaches from the hallway...]
SP Who's left muddy foot prints all over the lobby carpet?
RS Sorry! That was me. Sorry.
SP Ah, Benjamin - it's just that in this house...
[SP proffers his hand to RS, who shakes it]
SP ... we leave our shoes in the front porch. Underneath the barometer. RS Ah, yes - sorry about that.
[RS looks suitably chastened]
MG I was just explaining to Benjamin, Harvey, that whilst he's staying with us, we want him to relax, and treat this place just like his own home.
SP Of course, of course.
[SP looks over the rim of glasses at RS, and says sternly...]
SP Take your shoes off.
[pause as RS duly obliges, then SP wags a finger at him, and directs him out of the room...]
SP This way. Good.
[all three walk to the front porch. RS places his shoes directly underneath the barometer]
MG We thought that...
SP Not there! There.
[RS moves the shoes three inches to the left]
SP Left a bit. And the... right one closer to the left.
RS tries to oblige, but doesn't get it quite right enough for SP, who sighs...]
SP That'll do.
[they walk back towards the living room, with MG pointing to the cupboard under the stairs.
MG We thought you'd be happiest down here on the sofa bed. You'll have your own shower and W.C.
SP Into which we don't pass solids.
[pause as RS wonders just how he can go to the toilet without...]
MG A-and you won't have the girls running in and out every five minutes. RS Oh, well.. that sounds great.
SP Of course, I shall be inconvenienced, as this room serves as my study, but...
[SP picks up RS's ruck sack]
SP ... I can stay late at the office.
RS Oh, well if it's any trouble, then...
SP No.
[slight pause before SP menacingly says...]
SP It's fine.
[SP walks out of the room, RS sits on the settee, and immediately gets up again to follow MG into the kitchen]
MG Well, there are just one or two other things I'll have to explain so you'll feel absolutely at home. Firstly, the keys.
[MG dangles a small bunch of keys at RS, who holds his hand out...]
RS Oh.
[... but instead of giving them to RS, MG opens a cupboard by the sink instead. Revealing row upon row of keys]
MG Now, they're all colour coded - so it shouldn't take you too long.
[RS hangs his head]
13. GEOFF, MIKE AND BRIAN (cont.)
[ext. small business forecourt: "PLASTIC INJECTION MOULDINGS CO. LTD". SP (as Mike) and RS (as Geoff) walk out of the building]
SP ... y'see - this is what I'm sayin', Geoff. There won't be any work if they don't get on with this... bloody road.
RS Eh?
SP Well, we're dyin' on our arses, 'ere.
[RS turns round to call to a non-existant MG (as Brian)...]
RS It'll be all right. COME ON, BRIAN! WE'VE ONLY GOT AN HOUR FOR DINNER, Y'KNOW!
[ext. alley. SP and RS are making for the Mason's Arms pub]
RS God, he's bloody deaf, 'im.
SP Well - y'know what they say, Geoff.
[slight pause - Geoff's lower trousers are splashed in red. (Remember?)] RS What?
[SP mumbles something, smiling to himself]
RS Eh?
[SP mumbles again, a little longer this time, still grinning to himself]
RS I can't 'ear ya!
[MG's head appears around the corner, and he runs up to them]
SP I said... BUMMERS ARE DEAF! Ah!
RS Ah-ha! Ah, yeah - it's a good one, that - in't it?
SP I fell for it an' all!
[SP walks a little further ahead of RS and MG]
MG Sorry, lads. Er, gettin' that table for tonight.
RS All right. Eh, er, Brian...
[a little thug throws a milk bottle behind their feet, just missing them]
RS ... y'know what they say, don't ya?
MG What?
RS Bummers are deaf.
MG What d'you mean?
RS Well, they're deaf - aren't they?
[RS and MG stop briefly, as RS labours his point to a puzzled MG]
RS Bummers... are deaf.
[RS starts to cross the road. MG follows shortly after]
MG I don't know what you're on about, Geoff.
RS Well, I don't. Mike said it. He was really laughin'.
[RS and MG follow SP into the pub]
14. CHINNERY
[ext. country lane. MG (as Chinnery) is cycling up to a farm house, in the best "All Creatures Great and Small" tradition. SP (as Tinsel) comes out to greet him]
MG Afternoon.
SP It's just through 'ere, vit'nary.
[int. hallway. SP directs MG into the house and down the hall]
MG Right-ho.
SP Yer a good lad. Thanks fer comin' at such short notice.
MG Not at all.
SP She's in 'er basket. I know she won't suffer wi' you, Mr Chinnery.
[int. back room, straight out of the 1930's. In the foreground, a collie is sleeping in a basket. A tearful SP sniffs into his handkerchief, then goes out of the room]
SP I won't be a minute.
MG Right.
[SP turns and goes over to the mutt, patting it on it's head]
MG Hello. Hello, old girl. On your last legs, you old trooper? Well, never mind. Had a good innings, eh? Chased a few cats? Chewed a few bones?
[MG is fishing something out of his bag - it's a syringe]
MG Well... won't be in pain much longer.
[MG squirts some fluid out the end of the needle]
MG Don't mind this. Just a silly little needle.
[MG makes to inject the dog - who whines a little...]
MG There we go. Shhh! Good dog. There. Shhh.
[MG gently lowers the dogs head down]
MG Off to the land of nod, eh?
[SP appears at the door, struggling to carry a fat spaniel in his arms]
SP 'ere she is, vit'nary. By, that tumour puts another 'alf stone on 'er.
MG Who've you got there, then?
SP It's Blacko. The poorly one. The one I want puttin' down, y'know.
[MG starts to look a little worried, and licks his lips heavily]
MG Er... and this one? The... the, er, sleeping one? By the fire?
SP Whisky? My little angel, she is. My little princess. Aren't you, chick? [unsurprisingly, there is no response from "Whisky"]
MG Really. Right.
[MG stands up again. SP can't understand why there's no response]
SP Whisky? Whisky?
[pause]
MG I wonder if you'd take a seat, Mr Tinsel. I've some... rather upsetting news.
[SP looks confused]
15. PAULINE, MICKEY AND ROSS (cont.)
[ext. establishing shot, outside the Job Centre. From inside we hear...]
SP So, job seekers - when we think about what skills you've got. We can narrow this list of job options down to...
[SP is busy crossing off job titles from the Nobo board with the blue pen, before ringing a couple]
SP ... baby sitter, and... bramble picker! (Dunno where that one came from!) Right. I'm gonna dish me pens out again.
[SP wanders to the back of the room. MG holds his left arm out for RS] MG (What time is it, Ross?)
RS (You've got a watch, Mickey!)
SP Colin? No chewing on them, this time - all right?
MG (I know, but what time is it?)
[RS mutters, utterly disinterested...]
RS (Quarter past four.)
MG Right.
[MG stands up, gets his jacket off the back of his chair, and makes to leave. But his attempted escape does not go unnoticed...]
SP Erm - just a sec? Where d'you think you're goin'?
[a happy MG smiles and proudly says...]
MG Interview!
SP You're goin' nowhere, buster. Sit down.
[a crestfallen MG hangs his head, and slowly makes his way back to his chair]
SP Right, job seekers - as I was saying, I want you to take a look at this list...
RS Just a second - how's he gonna get a job if you don't let him go for his interview?
[SP thinks quickly for a moment, then points at the board]
SP How's he goin' to get an interview, if he doesn't know his job options? RS He's already got an interview!
SP Ross - that is not my responsibility. My "responsibility" is to turn all of you into Job Seekers. Where would I be if you all got work before the end of this course?
M2 On the dole.
SP Exactly! I'd be sat 'ere, next to Mr Waddylove, stinkin' o' shit! This is my job we're talkin' about!
RS No, it's not - it's MICKEY'S job! You go, Mickey!
[MG gets up again, but only manages a couple of steps towards the door...]
SP M-i-c-k-e-y?
[MG stops momentarily, before RS shouts some further encouragement] RS GO!
SP Mickey!
[a confused MG stops in his tracks]
SP If you walk out o' that door, I will have no option but to stop your benefits.
[one quick chunter, while MG looks upset]
SP Yeah. Both claims.
RS She can't do that!
[SP gently challenges...]
SP Try me.
MG Uh, please, Pauline - I feel confident!
SP Well you look ridiculous! I know they've put monkeys in space, but d'you really think they'll 'ave one drivin' a fire engine? Sit down!
RS Go!
[MG hangs his head, and shuffles back into his seat. SP looks triumphant. RS looks disgusted at SP's manipulation]
SP That's right, Mickey love - you stick to what you know, eh?
[slight pause as RS screws his face up behind SP's back]
MG Pauline's right. I am stupid.
[now RS looks disgusted with MG too]
SP Right, the rest of you! I want you to split yourselves into two groups: baby sitters and bramble pickers... and we're gonna look at the second stage: "Getting an interview".
16. BARBARA (cont.) / GEOFF, MIKE & BRIAN (cont.)
[ext. street. The pink taxi is driving up a hill. RS's (as Geoff) voice can be heard from the back seat]
RS Barbara - are bummers deaf?
SP No idea.
RS Dunno why I'm askin' you. You're a woman.
SP Not quite, Geoff. They've to open me up first, along the base of the scrotum, and then they...
[RS winces]
17. THE DENTON FAMILY (cont.)
[int. upstairs bathroom. MG is now reciting the scissor rhyme to RS...]
MG ... black for paper, chrome for string, blue ones from this hook do swing! We keep them clean, don't be mistaken, for kitchen jobs, like trimming bacon!
RS Right, well I'd better be off. I'm meeting Martin at six o'clock.
[RS makes to leave, but MG intercepts him]
MG And then there's the towels. White for hands, brown for feet, green for torso, thighs and seat! And in the cupboard beneath the stair...
[SP enters the bathroom, in a bathrobe, carrying a red towel]
SP ... you'll find the rrr-red for pubic hair.
MG Tee-hee-hee!
[RS smiles unconvincingly]
MG Well, I think that's covered just about everything. Er, you might want to relax. Perhaps you would like to see Harvey's toads?
RS Er... what?
SP I breed toads for a hobby.
RS Really.
[SP removes his robe, revealing his extended belly. His white T-shirt is tucked inside his extra large Y-fronts]
RS Oh, well, er, the thing is, I'm meant to be meeting Martin, um, later... SP Protrachianism is a most rewarding past-time. Er, we thought we'd give you a tour of the amphibarium, and then - if you're very good - I'll let you stroke my greenback.
[RS looks less than impressed at this offer, and mistakenly enquires...] RS Oh, um, but don't toads give you warts?
MG (Oh!) [pause as MG breathes in sharply, and looks away. SP looks murderously at RS, before correcting him...]
SP YOU MAY GIVE A TOAD A WART, BUT A TOAD MAY NOT GIVE A WART TO YOU!
MG I'll just... go and put the kettle on.
[pause as MG creeps around the back of SP, who is still staring down a chastened RS]
RS Well, I'd better, er...
[RS makes for the bathroom door, but SP blocks him, and slides the bolt over. SP then leans in to whisper in RS's ear...]
SP While the wee wife's away, just a... few words on the subect of onanism.
[RS uncomfortably backs away a little, then SP directs him to sit on the lid of the loo]
SP In this house, we don't masturbate.
[RS looks incredulous. SP stalks over to RS and puts a hand on his shoulder]
SP It's not a very pleasant thing to do. Particularly with two young girls running around, now is it?
RS (No.)
SP I'd hate to think of either Chloe or Radcliffe... tearing downstairs, first thing in the morning, only to find you, hunched double on the sofa bed... [pause as SP sits on the edge of the bath. RS pulls a face]
SP ... pumping your fist. So... while you're a guest with us, er, if you could reign in those baser instincts - if you don't mind, Benjamin, please?
RS No, that's... fine.
[RS turns to his left. There are two toilet roll holders next to the toilet. One is marked "1's", the other "2's"]
SP Good!
[SP gets up, unlocks and opens the door . MG reappears carrying a tea tray]
MG Everything hunky-dory? Good. I'm so glad it's all sorted.
[SP retreives the two mugs, and gives one to RS. MG walks out of the bath room, casually commenting...]
MG Semen is such a persistant stain.
RS looks even more uncomfortable]
18. GEOFF, MIKE AND BRIAN (cont.)
[ext. establishing shot, outside "SHEBABS" indian restaurant. From inside, we can hear RS's voice shouting for service...]
RS OI! THREE BLUEBIRDS, PLEASE!
[int. restaurant. SP, RS and MG are sat around a table]
RS Oh, he's bloody deaf, 'im.
SP Well - y'know what they say, Geoff.
RS What?
[SP wags a finger at RS, who finally clocks on. SP and MG laugh]
RS Oh yeah, all right, all right!
[pause as all three laugh. The waiter approaches with three pints on a tray] RS Eh, Brian... tell Mike mau-mau.
MG You what?
RS You know. That one about the mau-mau.
MG Oh, I can't remember that, Geoff - you tell him.
RS No, you can. Eh, Mike - Danny Taurus told us this joke, up at the Con Club, an' it's the funniest bloody joke. Tell it, Bri.
MG Me?
RS Yeah, go on.
MG All right. There's these three fellahs.
RS Yeah. Englishman, Irishman, Scotsman.
MG Englishman, Irishman, Scotchman. They get lost in the desert...
RS Jungle.
MG Is it?
RS Yeah! Go on.
MG All right. They get lost in the jungle. They get killed by these cannibals...
RS No, not yet! You missed the whole bloody joke out, you idiot!
MG Well, I can't remember it, Geoff! You tell him!
RS No, you CAN!
SP It's all right - I'm not bothered, actually.
[SP gets up to off to the gents, but RS orders him back]
RS No, well, SIT DOWN!
SP Eh?
RS Sit down.
[pause as SP stands still for a moment, then does as RS says and sits down]
RS He's tellin' a joke.
[slight pause, then RS coaches MG]
RS Now - just remember what the end is, then go back.
MG Right... there's an Englishman...
RS Fruit.
MG What?
[slight pause]
RS It's the fruit.
[slight pause as MG thinks for a moment, then exclaims...]
MG Oh!
RS He remembers it, now!
MG Oh, right, right! Englishman, Irishman, all right? They've got to go out into the jungle, pick ten pieces of fruit, and bring 'em back. So they bring 'em back, and the Chief says, "So, Englishman..."
RS Do - the - voice.
[slight pause as RS stares down MG, who hangs his head before complying]
MG The Chief says, "So, Englishman - now you must choose between death or mau-mau. The Englishman says, "We Englishmen do not bow to savages! I'll choose mau-mau!" So they grab him, an' they stick the ten pieces of fruit up his arse!
RS Yeah - what did he pick?
MG Oh, the Englishman chose... cherries!
RS Cherries! Can y'imagine that, Mike? Ten cherries stuffed up yer arse? Cherries are only really small, though - aren't they?
[pause as RS stares expectantly at MG, then proffers some encouragement...]
RS Go on, Bri.
MG Oh, right. Yeah, so the, er, Chief turns to the Scotchman and says, er, "Death or mau-mau?" Scotchman says, "Mau-mau", an' he... oh... what's the... Scotchman's fruit, Geoff? Is it banana?
RS No, it's smaller than that. Just a sec.
[RS raises his hand to his head, deep in thought. MG mistakenly carries on...]
MG Well, let's just say for now...
RS IT'S TOO BIG! It spoils the next one!
[MG hangs his head for a moment, chastened]
MG Apple!
RS NO!
SP Strawberries?
RS WHAT, IN THE JUNGLE?
[pause]
RS No, just think what it is for a minute.
[pause]
SP Eh, Bri - why are there no aspirins in the jungle?
MG Dunno.
SP 'cause the parrots-eat-'em-all!
[slight pause as MG laughs]
SP D'you get it?
MG Yeah, I'd 'ave said para-cet-amol.
[slight pause as SP looks aggrieved]
SP Well, either way, I think it works - you know?
[RS still has his faced screwed up, deep in contemplation]
19. THE DENTON FAMILY (cont.)
[int. basement, the amphibarium. SP is showing RS his collection of toads]
SP As you can see.. the horned toad requires only three droplets on a slice of moist bread.
RS Only three? Well, look - the thing is - I'm meant to be meeting my friend Martin, so...
[SP grabs RS's arm and leads him across to some more glass tanks]
SP Moving on... Zenaphus Liaphis, is a completely different species altogether...
20. GEOFF, MIKE AND BRIAN (cont.)
[int. restaurant. The three are still sat around their table. SP and MG are talking - but RS's face is screwed up, silent. SP and MG are on their dessert, having obviously had their meal in the mean time...]
SP I mean, the thing you've gotta remember, Brian, everyone's banking on this road - what if it doesn't happen?
MG Oh, I thought it was a dead cert?
SP Well, you can't say that.
[RS suddenly springs in to life, and bangs the table, shouting...]
RS PLUMS!
[slight pause as MG looks up from eating his dessert]
MG You what?
RS THEY'RE PLUMS! Come on!
SP Oh, Geoff - it doesn't matter now!
RS COURSE IT BLOODY MATTERS! HE'S RIGHT NEAR THE END! [slight pause]
RS THERE'S ONLY THE BLOODY IRISHMAN LEFT! Come on, Brian! The Chief turns to the Irishman an' he says, "Death or mau-mau?"
[SP points jokingly at RS]
SP You didn't do the voice!
RS DUN'T MATTER! FINISH IT!
MG I can't remember it!
[RS points a warning finger at MG, and orders...]
RS Finish it!
MG Geoff, I cant remember it!
[RS sobs...]
RS P-l-e-a-s-e!
MG I honestly can't remember!
[RS breaks down, hangs his head down, sobbing, then cries...]
RS IT'S JUST A BIG BLOODY JOKE TO YOU, IN'T IT?
[slight pause]
RS INNIT? YEAH, GEOFF CAN'T TELL A JOKE! GEOFF IS A JOKE! GEOFF ENTERS A TALENT COMPETITION AN' LOSES?
[pause]
RS ME MAM SAID I WOULD WIN!
[pause]
RS I WAS ON'Y EIGHT!
[RS suddenly leaps up, and pulls something out of his jacket...]
RS YA KNOW I'VE GOT THIS GUN, DON'T YA?
[... and waves it back and forth between SP and MG]
RS OH, YOU'RE ALL LISTENING NOW, EH? WELL YOU... ARE GONNA TELL THIS JOKE... AN' WE'RE ALL GONNA LAUGH!
[RS instructs the last part to all the diners, who dive for cover, before putting the pistol to SP's head...]
RS OR ELSE HE GETS IT! ALL RIGHT BRIAN?
MG ALL RIGHT, GEOFF! JESUS! CALM DOWN! I'LL FINISH THE JOKE!
[RS holds a rather frightened SP by the collar]
MG Er... the Chief... turns to the Irishman and says, "D-death or mau-mau?"... and... the Irishman looks at his fruit...
[RS temporarily breaks away from holding SP hostage to wave the gun at MG]
RS PINEAPPLE! PINEAPPLE! PINEAPPLE!
MG AARGH! AARGH! ARGH!
SP GROOOGH!
[MG's "Irish" accent is risible...]
MG The Irishman looks at his pineapples, and he says... "I don't think I could stand the mau-mau - I'll choose death!" And the Chief says to him... [pause as MG struggles to remember the rest of the joke. A worried SP glances over to MG as RS cocks the trigger and places the barrel against SP's temple. SP manages to croak out...]
SP (Get it right, Brian!)
[slight pause as MG puts his hands together in prayer...]
MG The Chief... says to the Irishman...
[pause before MG shakes his head, and puts his fist to his mouth...]
MG I can't remember!
[SP quietly prompts MG...]
SP (He says, "Death - by - mau-mau!")
[pause before RS releases his grip, lowers the pistol, and says...]
RS Oh, 'ave you 'eard it?
SP Yeah.
RS It's good, though - in't it?
MG Yeah, yeah.
SP Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[RS sits back down, and the rest of the diners breath a sigh of relief and go back to their meals... RS holds up his empty glass and shouts...]
RS OI! THREE BLUEBIRDS!
21. THE DENTON FAMILY (cont.)
[ext. street, at night. RS has finally escaped, and is waiting for his friend. Nearby, MG (as Mickey) is playing with a remote-control fire engine]
RS Excuse me - you haven't seen someone waiting here, have you?
MG What do they look like?
22. TUBBS & EDWARD (cont.)
[int. local shop. Scots policeman MG is showing SP (as Tubbs) a photo of Martin the hiker...]
MG Twenty eight years old, brown hair. Name of Martin Reith.
[camera pans down to reveal SP is wearing a pair of bright red hiking boots...]
MG I found the wallet outside the shop. Has he been in today?
SP No! I don't know anything!
[slight pause]
SP Now if you'll excuse me, officer - the shop is local.
MG Well, er, perhaps your husband saw something. Is he on the premises?
SP He's... up the stairs... cleansing the precious things of the shop. He... can't walk, you see. And.. he's blind.
[just at that moment, a very mobile and bespectacled RS enters through the shop door. He's wearing a water bottle on his chest, and a large hiking pack on his back...]
RS Hello, hello? What's going on? What's all this shouting? We'll have no trouble, here.
MG Are you the proprietor?
RS Yes, yes.
MG Well, your wife said you were up the stairs, sir.
[slight pause]
RS I... slipped out, Tubbs. For a... walk. Didn't want to disturb... you. Fine evening. The town. We're very proud.
[SP holds the photo so RS can see it]
SP He's looking for a boy!
RS Puffter, eh?
[RS sidles up to an annoyed MG, who is struggling to remain collected...] RS Little bummer boy? Come across your type before in the Forces. You won't catch me with my trousers down!
MG Sir, I'm here on police business. I found this boy's wallet.
RS Local boy?
SP He's not from our town!
[RS joins SP behind the counter]
RS Ah, do we know his parents?
SP I said, "We've never seen him before"! (Did Tubbs do right?)
[RS takes the photo from SP and studies it]
RS You did it beautifully, Tubbs!
[slight pause before RS and SP turn to MG]
RS There's your answer, sir. Never seen this... boy before. Now, if you will excuse us - we've a shop to run.
[RS hands the photo back to an unconvinced MG]
MG Yes, of course. Thank you for your co-operation. Good evening. [pause as MG makes his own way to the door. Just as he's about to step outside, SP blurts out...]
SP WE DIDN'T BURN HIM!
[... which stops MG in his tracks, then comes back into the shop. RS looks disappointed with SP, who hangs her head low...]
MG I beg your pardon?
[START OF ADDITIONAL FOOTAGE]
RS You're not from around here, are you? The, er, local bobby we're used to. You see, Tubbs - my wife - Tubbs and I, we know everyone around here. The people don't change, we... don't like... change.
SP We don't even give change!
RS Strangers come to the shop. To the town. Young, most of them. In gangs of one or two... they leave gates open, they trample crops.
SP Strangers make the crops fail!
MG And if the crops fail?
RS They must not fail! If the crops fail, the town fails! If the town fails, the SHOP fails! And that must not happen! We are community!
SP We are legion!
RS We are local!
[slight pause]
MG I think we'd better continue this conversation down at the station, don't you?
[pause as a worried SP fondles the snowstorm for comfort, and looks at RS]
SP Edward?
[pause as RS walks around the counter to stand next to MG]
RS You... heard the man, Tubbs?
[pause as RS shuts the door and changes the sign to "CLOSED"]
RS Get undressed!
[SP takes off her cardigan, suggestively, then starts removing her shirt...] [END OF ADDITIONAL FOOTAGE] [ext. establishing shot of the local shop silhoutted at the top of the hill. A large fire is burning a short distance away from it...] [ext. close up to the fire now, RS and SP approach it. RS throws a constable's helmet on to the pyre...]
SP Edward? Will more strangers come?
[RS puts a comforting arm around SP's shoulders...]
RS Calm yourself, Tubbs. None shall come.
ext. close up of the "ROYSTON VASEY CHRONICLE", burning in the fire. The headline can still be read: "NEW ROAD PLANNED - STRANGERS EXPECTED"] [ext. parting shot of RS and SP huddled by the bonfire, overlooking the town] [END CREDITS] © BBC 1999
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