Mongrels (2010) s01e05 Episode Script
Kali the Genetic Engineer
(DRAMATIC SOUNDTRACK MUSIC) KALI: Well.
Here we are, then.
Two of us.
Alone.
At last.
Just you.
And me.
On our own.
Together.
Finally.
Look, is you going to bang me one or not? - (MALE VOICE) OK.
- Right.
- (FLUTTERING) - Huh? I'm stuck! Tar trap! (STRAINS) Won't come off! I'm I'm going to have to chew through me own leg.
(GRUNTS AND GROANS) So, this is killing the mood.
And what's with the red dot? Oh MAN SHOUTS: Pigeon cull! - Oh, my God! I'm trapped! - (GUNSHOTS) Now I'm probably going to miss Ross Kemp on Gangs, which pretty much sucks.
- Argh! - Nige! - Nige! - Argh! Nige! Have you got Sky+? # La la la la # La la la la la # La la la la laaaa.
# By Satan's thumbs, Kali! Pigeon culling? I'll get my revenge on humankind.
- Believe.
- Oh, what are you going to do? Crap on someone's bonnet? Destiny, I don't crap on bonnets no more.
I tend to aim for the visor.
In all my years of presenting Top Gear, I have never known anything like this! Bird crap! Uh, can't see! Oh, it's happening again Mission accomplished.
That was Clarkson, right? Well, I'm going to do me a little human culling.
I'm going to cull them all! So here's the thing.
I've got my French pen friend, Christian the Parisian intellectual, coming to stay for the weekend, and was I wondering if anyone could recommend a reasonably priced fish restaurant in the South Bank area that has a decent wine list, a good range of vegetarian options and, most importantly of all, caters for wild foxes? (SILENCE) (SIGHS) Little Chef it is.
Ah, the famous French pen friend! I hope you have stocked up on the snails and the frogs' legs! Marion, Marion, Marion, you do know not everyone in France wanders around in a beret and a stripy top with a string of onions and a baguette? Of course I knew that! I did not know that.
Well, while you're mincing around London like some lame tourist, I'm going to get rich.
Because get this, I only found a treasure map while I was digging up the flowerbeds! You heard, a freaking treasure map! So anyway, that's what I'm going to be doing this Walkies.
Looks like she changed her mind, then.
Shame.
Sounded like a fun storyline.
(STRAINS) Go on, Destiny love, do your business.
Gary, I'm taking a crap, not concluding a trade agreement with the Chinese.
Whoa, hello, good-looking ( # FRANK SINATRA: I've Got You Under My Skin) Oh, God, he's coming over! Gary, get the little bag ready.
I'm begging you! Don't just leave it lying there! Sorry to bother you.
Afghan, right? Mmm? Oh, yes! Yes, I am.
Small world! Don't see many Afghans around here.
Well.
Probably because we're like a rare and unique and refined breed.
Man alive, what a belter! That is a real double-bagger! (DESTINY SIGHS) Classy, Gary.
Ve-e-e-e-ry classy.
And how was it getting through the tunnel? (FRENCH ACCENT) Oh, it was Oh, how you say, erumah Umah Hmm.
Ah.
Eroher - Fine.
- Good.
Well, here we are.
- The old bachelor's lair.
- Jacques Chirac! I have exact same lamp shades at home! Bugger me bandy with a bloody banjo! What are the chances of that? The chances of this, they are, how you say, er Ahuher Ohhmmeh Um Oheroh Ohmmmermmm quite small.
OK.
Can't see that getting annoying.
Problème! I forgot my toothbrush.
It must be still, how you say, erum At home, shall we say? For now? Hmm? Not to worry, there's ''un Superdrug'' just over the I use yours.
Oh.
How very Continental.
Well, Nelson, mon ami, I am sure you will show me the perfect London weekend.
Oh, the only slight buggeration is, bad news re We Will Rock You.
Afraid it's a no.
Quoi? I tried everywhere - box office, eBay, scalpers, I even contacted Ben Elton's agent.
Lovely man.
Very chatty.
He was happy just to talk.
To anyone.
About anything.
For any length of Merde! Merde! Merde! Argh! Merde! Merde! Merde! (CRASHING) Merde! He has taken this quite badly.
- Ooh, spice rack! - Merde! (HE CHUCKLES) Go on, then, spill the beans - what's your pedigree name? Oh, embarrassing! Well, apparently I'm Princess Madame Majesty Magical Melody Moonbeam - Kenny Loggins IV.
- Sorry, did you just say Kenny Loggins? Yeah, my dad was kind of a fan.
# Highway to the danger zone # Look, I don't mean to be forward.
I'm an Afghan, you're an Afghan.
We could always ''slip the lead'', if you know what I mean.
Not really.
What I'm trying to say is, Destiny, right now I'd like to take you behind that bus shelter and make low-down, dirty, four-legged love to you.
I want to freak you.
I want to freak you crazy.
I want to freak you in every conceivable position that one dog can freak another dog.
By which I meanfrom behind.
Take me! Nelson, you know this lovely French pen friend of yours from France? Oh, yes? You haven't noticed anything weird about him? Like for, eg, slight mood swings? - Bonjour, Nelson! - Oh! Hi, Christian.
Eat my milk pan! What's your point, Marion? I was thinking, like, maybe, he might have Well, rabies.
You and your bloody racism! You know, just because he's French and he came over here through the tunnel and he's a tiny bit over-expressive Take me the open-top bus tour now, or I will crap on your stupid face! does not mean he's got bloody rabies! I mean, that is such an old stereotype! For goodness' sake, Marion, not every animal from the Continent is a filthy, dirty, disease-spreading Oh, no.
My mistake.
Vive la France! ( # SERGE GAINSBOURG/JANE BIRKIN: Je T'AimeMoi Non Plus) Destiny! It's me, Sharon.
You know, from doggie yoga.
(MUSIC CONTINUES) Gary, what's? - You! - (MUSIC STOPS) You're a man-whore! Well, we prefer the term ''stud dog'', but, you know, semantics.
Ugh! Get off me! (MUSIC RESUMES) Right, so technically I'm still on the clock for the next seven minutes.
- Anyone? - (YIPPING) Hi.
Stupid twat Gary! He thinks he can use me for breeding like some kind of rent-a-womb?! Oh, like I'm going to let him choose the daddy of my pups! Right, obvious what you need to do, innit? You need to see how Gary likes it when he's the one getting set up with a prostitute.
(PANTING AND GRUNTING) (BED SPRINGS SQUEAK) OK, quite a lot, I'd say.
Because, God, he really is enjoying that! Yeah, nice one, knob.
Argh, I've got to find a way out of this! Oh, while I've got you, though, you know that worldwide - human cull I was planning? - Oh, yeah? Well, I've been through and costed it all up.
Turns out it's quite expensive to undertake the mass genocide of six billion people.
I mean, I'm going to need 1 5 grand just for photocopying.
No, Kali, I am not interested in sponsoring you.
Fine.
I guess I'll have to just find some other way - Whoa! - OK, now play fair, Gary - she's a prostitute, not a toilet.
Merde! Merde! Merde! There must something in here on the social etiquette - of dealing with a rabid house guest - Merde! Argh! Merde! Nelson, I know he is your friend.
I think it is time to ejaculate him from your premises.
I can't! If he gets out and spreads his rabies, they'll burn every animal within ten miles! We've got to keep him in this den.
And by any means necessary.
On my unborn first-born child, Nelson, you mean (DRAMATIC MUSIC STING) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, er hat stand? No.
Um, erumbrella stand? No.
Ercoat stand? Mountain bike! Sauna! Wales! - Portcullis! - Ketchup! - Rodeo! - Gloves! - Laminate flooring! - Mail fraud! - Toyota Avensis! - Anguish! - Steve Jobs! - No! It's microwave oven, you moron! - Voilà ! - Oh, yes, of course it is.
Screw you, Nelson.
I am going to Buckingham Palace to see the Changing of the Guard.
No! It's, er It's raining out.
And I was thinking, if you're up for it, cheeky sesh of Victorian parlour games? Blind Man's Buff? Oh! Où est là ? You win! Now, Hunt the Slipper.
Here it is! You win! Fizzy Fizzy Fizz Pig? (CLOCK TICKS) Fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, fizzy pig.
You win! Dirty Pillows? You win! Pin the Consumptive Hankie on the Match Girl? (COUGHS) Enough! I cannot play another Victorian parlour game! OK, all right, all right, calm down.
- Baby's Got the Pox? - Maybe a quick one.
You win! No, no, I failed to break the baby's head open.
You beat me! Oh.
So I did.
Nelson, you fool! Have you not see Star Wars? You must always let the Wookiee win, always.
Literally always! Thank you again for supporting this Cancer Awareness meat raffle.
And the winner of these lovely gammon steaks is - Oh, it's me! It's - (ROAR!) Pass me the ham hock, quickly! (CRASHING AND SQUEALING) Oh, my God! (CHOKING) Argh Au revoir.
He's He's dead! We contained it! - So, what you want I do with his things? - Things? His suitcase, his beret, his bicycle clips, his toothbrush.
Marion, that's not his toothbrush, it's mine.
He used it, I shared it with him Magic Johnson! I think I've got rabies! You can't make me have sex with some dog! No! Not the car! Please, you monster! Anything but the! Note to self - quite like the car, actually.
Why are we stopping? No! Don't take me out of the car! Please, you monster! Wait here while Daddy gets some fags.
(WHINES) Someone! Please! Help me! Right, just the fox.
Time for a quick PowerPoint? Not now, Kali.
I've got a doctor's appointment in, like Excellent! (THUNDER) BOOMING MALE VOICE: Ever since the dawn of history, mankind has ridden roughshod over his pigeon brethren Yeah, not sure how historically accurate any of this is.
Shh! until the day one brave pigeon started her fight-back against humankind.
Her solution? To create an all-new hybrid beast.
A pigeon with paws, a fox with wings behold the Pigeox! Right, can you just imagine the theme from 200 1 in your head during this bit? Only I'm having a job getting the licensing rights.
''But how can we create such a magnificent creature?', I hear you cry.
I hear you cry.
OK, you need to start buying into the presentation, or this next bit won't work.
(RESIGNEDLY) How can we create such a - BOTH: magnificent creature? - KALI: I hear you cry, thank you.
- (MUSIC PLAYS) - (NELSON BURPS) I just burped, and a bit of sick came out.
The Pigeox.
Truly the beast of tomorrow! Well, that's the foreplay out the way, let's mate! Kali, for God's sake! I'm not about to father some kind of grotesque pigeon-fox mutant baby! - Give me one good reason.
- I'll give you ten! - Starting with childcare.
- Mmm? Who's going to look after the little one while we're both out scavenging? Then there's education, because frankly I don't think there's a decent comprehensive - within like ten miles - You know what? Maybe I'll just try someone else.
Don't even get me started on pollution, knife crime, the uncertain global financial climate, pollution Wait, already said that.
Has she been left? Oh, my God, what if she gets heatstroke? Oh, exactly! Smash the window! Hot! Very hot.
Seriously, I am sweating like a Colombian sniffer dog! No offence, Juan Carlo.
Hey, none taken.
We're a notoriously sweaty people.
Nah, she'll be fine.
No, not fine! Hot! Pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, break the fricking window, pant, pant, pant Fine! But I'll remember this when you're trapped inside a car, and someone's about to force you to have sex with a pedigree sex-dog who sounds a bit like Nigel Havers! Seems unlikely now, I'll grant you.
Oh, now there's a thing.
Right.
Rabies.
Let's talk symptoms.
Sad? Depressed? Angry? Well, I suppose I did get a little hot under the collar with the wireless this afternoon.
Welcome to The Scott Mills Show.
That's Pixie Lott there with a very unique tune You can't have ''very unique'', Scott.
It's unique or it isn't.
Coming up, we've got the ultimate Radio 1 competition.
Ultimate? Oh, so it's the last competition Radio 1 will ever run, is it, Scott? I bet you're chomping at the bit.
Champing.
It's champing.
Champing! Champing, champing, champing, champing, champing, champing, champing! It's exactly five o'clock - over to Mark for the news and weather.
Champing, champing, champing, champing Which is just unlike me, to be honest.
Right, in terms of checking you out for rabies, it's perfectly straightforward.
We simply take this sample of your blood and inject it into this medical guinea pig.
Oh! Crikey! Hello.
Don't talk to him, please.
It humanises him.
Let me go, I beg you! I'm an animal too! Now, once we see how he reacts, we'll have an idea whether you're infected or not.
My name's Paul! I've got children! I'm halfway through my Duke of Edinburgh award! - Sorry, is this ethical? - Oh, it's fine.
Right, I'll just quickly and effortlessly transfer the blood into this syringe, find a vein and perform the injection.
- All done.
- I feel I feel fine! I'm going to live! Long enough to realise my dream of opening my own bakery Ah! (PANTS) Ah! Water! Ah! Water! Ah! Water! Ah! Water! (CHOKES) Ah! Water! And we'll send out the results in the post.
All right? Ah! Water! Can't get my head around it.
I'm I'm dying, Marion.
Nelse.
I am always here for you.
Right by your side.
Not literally, obviously.
You are a filthy disease carrier.
I wouldn't come near you if you paid me.
My point is I forget my point.
Fig roll? No.
Thank you.
- So how's the Bucket List coming along? - Oh, I gave up.
Just feels like a cliché, a list of things to do before you die.
Kind of thing they do in cheesy sitcoms.
OK, Nelson.
And did that stop you from inviting your new boss over to dinner and encouraging him to wear his brand-new white suit, even though you knew you were serving tomato soup and a selection of red wines on your dining table with the one wonky leg? Mmm, no.
Nelson! Did that stop you from asking your scheming, long-lost identical twin to come and stay, regardless of the myriad likely misunderstandings - that were almost bound to arise? - No.
- Nelson?! - (CANNED LAUGHTER) Did that stop you from going on that holiday to Devon with your fiancée and your potential new mother-in-law, even though not two days previous you had started undergoing experimental new treatment of hypnotherapy to cure your terrible sleepwalking problem? No.
(GASPS) Nelson?! (CANNED LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE) Then, my friend, let it not stop you from carrying out a small list of highly visual comedic tasks you wish to undertake before you die! OK, then! BILL MEDLEY: # Now I've had the time of my life # No, I never felt like this before # Yes, I swear, it's the truth #And I owe it all to you JENNIFER WARNES: # Cos I've had the time of my life #And I owe it all to you # See? That wasn't so clichéd.
(DOORBELL) The archbishop?! But I've just accidentally bought a hundredweight of pornography! That just leaves one more thing - kiss a beautiful girl.
And I think I know who.
Marion, if I die while I'm gone goodbye.
Let's just do handshakes, yes? Come here, you nut-gathering wanker! - Hello, Vincent.
- Pigeon? What you doing out your nest? What? Can't a lonely little birdie pay a visit down to your level every once in a while? Mary, Mother of (BLEEP)! I've seen the way you look at me, Vincent.
Unplucking me with your eyes, checking out my legs.
My very short, very stumpy, very red little legs.
So what do you say? Fox and bird, the final taboo.
Phwoar.
Listen, I ain't about to screw no pigeon! It's (BLEEP)-ing undignified! OK, I'll level with you, it's not about the sex.
I'm trying to create a fox-pigeon master race so I can bring about the downfall of humankind.
Why didn't you just say? A donor at last! Nothing can foil my plan now.
Hey.
Don't blame yourself.
Lots of men have this problem.
VINCENT: Stupid, useless (BLEEP)! Working last night! If you tell anyone about this, I will hunt you down and I will (BLEEP) your head off.
KALI: OK, I get it.
VINCENT: Quick snuggle? God! Being stray totally sucks! Can't believe I'm actually going to eat from a bin! It's like the most degrading thing I've ever done, ever! Bring on the Wall! Mmm, maybe not ever.
Destiny! What are you doing? Surviving, Nelson.
I ran away.
I had to - Gary arranged for me to have pups with some pedigree Afghan douchebag.
I need to talk to you and I don't have a lot of time.
See, we both know there's always been this thing between us, and so Hang on, hang on.
What thing? You know.
The ''will they, won't they?'' You know, that's been going all the time underneath all the other crazy stuff that happens.
The thing! The slow-burn romance thing, like when we always used to look at each other at work.
That was Tim and Dawn from The 0ffice.
So it was.
Point is, I'm here to tell you something, because if I don't do it now, I'll never get another chance.
And in a weird way, it's liberating knowing I won't be around much longer, because now I don't care who knows it.
So I want to tell you # I'll always remember when I first met my Destiny # You caught my eye then you stole all the rest of me # You are such a geek! Ah! It's this week's song! Bye, then.
Still, at least we'll always have that night in the bar when Wait, that was Sam and Diane.
Cheers? Remember Cheers? No? Marion, I need you to promise me, when I start to lose it, when I'm ranting and frothing at the mouth - might be today, might be tomorrow - no matter how much I try to persuade you otherwise, I want you I want you to kill me.
- Nelson, I can't do it - You have to, I'm begging you! No, I can't do it tomorrow, because I'm playing badminton.
So I'm thinking, if it's all right with you - Oh.
- Would you mind? It's just we have court booked, and I've got a mate coming all the way from Watford and blah blah blah, - I've got these new shuttlecocks - Oh, no, you go ahead.
Your precious little game of badminton's obviously a lot more important - than the final hours of my life.
- Thanks, man, knew you'd understand.
- Knock-knock.
Sorry to bother.
- Oh.
Doctor.
Yeah, small mix-up at the lab.
Turns out we got your blood sample confused with someone else's.
- How? - Well, yes I'm sure you remember, as I do, when I was reaching for your sample - Sorry, is this ethical? - Oh, it's fine.
I'll just quickly and effortlessly transfer the blood into this syringe, find a vein and perform the injection.
So I retested with your sample, and the results came back - Evening, all! - absolutely fine.
You mean Mark Fowler! I don't have rabies! Hang on, if I'm not infected, then who is? Some randy Afghan.
Came in for his monthly STD check and Destiny! I have to save her Except, sorry to be total fricking bore Marion, you bloody idiot! I don't have rabies! Yeah.
You did kind of say you'd try to talk me out of it.
- All right, (BLEEP)-lickers, what we up to? - Oh, God.
- Actually, Vince, long story.
I'm just about to kill Nelson, because - I'll help.
- You don't need to know why? Ah, I'll make something up.
Um Oh, yeah, that'll do.
Guys, I'm begging you! Don't do this! I don't have rabies! Although he probably has.
What? No! Please! I'm halfway through a City and Guilds in Media and Photography! Stay in there until you do something! So, you just couldn't resist me, eh? Oh, shut up! Let's just Let's get this over with.
Do you mind if I sob all the way through? Knock yourself out.
(SHE SOBS) This won't hurt much.
- Kali, now! - Huh? Fly, my pretty! Fly! (LAUGHS) OK.
Is it too late to ask, A, how you found me, B, how you got in, and, D, how you managed to suspend that thing from the ceiling while I was in the room? - Well, certainly hope so.
- Gary! (FOOTSTEPS) So.
Yeah.
It's all gone a bit Phil Spector.
And look what I found among the belongings of your Parisian intellectual friend, Christian.
NELSON: The Afghan! Turns out you weren't his only pen friend.
Ooh, the treacherous bastard! Thing I don't get is, how did you persuade Kali to help you out? Ernot important, to be honest.
It's coming! It's coming! Sir Robert Winston! I can't believe I'm going to be a dad! Ho-ho, regard! The dawning of a brave new race of super-predators! An uber-species of fox-birds powerful enough to bring puny mankind to Oh, hang on.
That's just a normal pigeon with red feathers.
Ooh.
May I? Be my (BLEEP) guest.
To be honest, the moment's probably passed.
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Here we are, then.
Two of us.
Alone.
At last.
Just you.
And me.
On our own.
Together.
Finally.
Look, is you going to bang me one or not? - (MALE VOICE) OK.
- Right.
- (FLUTTERING) - Huh? I'm stuck! Tar trap! (STRAINS) Won't come off! I'm I'm going to have to chew through me own leg.
(GRUNTS AND GROANS) So, this is killing the mood.
And what's with the red dot? Oh MAN SHOUTS: Pigeon cull! - Oh, my God! I'm trapped! - (GUNSHOTS) Now I'm probably going to miss Ross Kemp on Gangs, which pretty much sucks.
- Argh! - Nige! - Nige! - Argh! Nige! Have you got Sky+? # La la la la # La la la la la # La la la la laaaa.
# By Satan's thumbs, Kali! Pigeon culling? I'll get my revenge on humankind.
- Believe.
- Oh, what are you going to do? Crap on someone's bonnet? Destiny, I don't crap on bonnets no more.
I tend to aim for the visor.
In all my years of presenting Top Gear, I have never known anything like this! Bird crap! Uh, can't see! Oh, it's happening again Mission accomplished.
That was Clarkson, right? Well, I'm going to do me a little human culling.
I'm going to cull them all! So here's the thing.
I've got my French pen friend, Christian the Parisian intellectual, coming to stay for the weekend, and was I wondering if anyone could recommend a reasonably priced fish restaurant in the South Bank area that has a decent wine list, a good range of vegetarian options and, most importantly of all, caters for wild foxes? (SILENCE) (SIGHS) Little Chef it is.
Ah, the famous French pen friend! I hope you have stocked up on the snails and the frogs' legs! Marion, Marion, Marion, you do know not everyone in France wanders around in a beret and a stripy top with a string of onions and a baguette? Of course I knew that! I did not know that.
Well, while you're mincing around London like some lame tourist, I'm going to get rich.
Because get this, I only found a treasure map while I was digging up the flowerbeds! You heard, a freaking treasure map! So anyway, that's what I'm going to be doing this Walkies.
Looks like she changed her mind, then.
Shame.
Sounded like a fun storyline.
(STRAINS) Go on, Destiny love, do your business.
Gary, I'm taking a crap, not concluding a trade agreement with the Chinese.
Whoa, hello, good-looking ( # FRANK SINATRA: I've Got You Under My Skin) Oh, God, he's coming over! Gary, get the little bag ready.
I'm begging you! Don't just leave it lying there! Sorry to bother you.
Afghan, right? Mmm? Oh, yes! Yes, I am.
Small world! Don't see many Afghans around here.
Well.
Probably because we're like a rare and unique and refined breed.
Man alive, what a belter! That is a real double-bagger! (DESTINY SIGHS) Classy, Gary.
Ve-e-e-e-ry classy.
And how was it getting through the tunnel? (FRENCH ACCENT) Oh, it was Oh, how you say, erumah Umah Hmm.
Ah.
Eroher - Fine.
- Good.
Well, here we are.
- The old bachelor's lair.
- Jacques Chirac! I have exact same lamp shades at home! Bugger me bandy with a bloody banjo! What are the chances of that? The chances of this, they are, how you say, er Ahuher Ohhmmeh Um Oheroh Ohmmmermmm quite small.
OK.
Can't see that getting annoying.
Problème! I forgot my toothbrush.
It must be still, how you say, erum At home, shall we say? For now? Hmm? Not to worry, there's ''un Superdrug'' just over the I use yours.
Oh.
How very Continental.
Well, Nelson, mon ami, I am sure you will show me the perfect London weekend.
Oh, the only slight buggeration is, bad news re We Will Rock You.
Afraid it's a no.
Quoi? I tried everywhere - box office, eBay, scalpers, I even contacted Ben Elton's agent.
Lovely man.
Very chatty.
He was happy just to talk.
To anyone.
About anything.
For any length of Merde! Merde! Merde! Argh! Merde! Merde! Merde! (CRASHING) Merde! He has taken this quite badly.
- Ooh, spice rack! - Merde! (HE CHUCKLES) Go on, then, spill the beans - what's your pedigree name? Oh, embarrassing! Well, apparently I'm Princess Madame Majesty Magical Melody Moonbeam - Kenny Loggins IV.
- Sorry, did you just say Kenny Loggins? Yeah, my dad was kind of a fan.
# Highway to the danger zone # Look, I don't mean to be forward.
I'm an Afghan, you're an Afghan.
We could always ''slip the lead'', if you know what I mean.
Not really.
What I'm trying to say is, Destiny, right now I'd like to take you behind that bus shelter and make low-down, dirty, four-legged love to you.
I want to freak you.
I want to freak you crazy.
I want to freak you in every conceivable position that one dog can freak another dog.
By which I meanfrom behind.
Take me! Nelson, you know this lovely French pen friend of yours from France? Oh, yes? You haven't noticed anything weird about him? Like for, eg, slight mood swings? - Bonjour, Nelson! - Oh! Hi, Christian.
Eat my milk pan! What's your point, Marion? I was thinking, like, maybe, he might have Well, rabies.
You and your bloody racism! You know, just because he's French and he came over here through the tunnel and he's a tiny bit over-expressive Take me the open-top bus tour now, or I will crap on your stupid face! does not mean he's got bloody rabies! I mean, that is such an old stereotype! For goodness' sake, Marion, not every animal from the Continent is a filthy, dirty, disease-spreading Oh, no.
My mistake.
Vive la France! ( # SERGE GAINSBOURG/JANE BIRKIN: Je T'AimeMoi Non Plus) Destiny! It's me, Sharon.
You know, from doggie yoga.
(MUSIC CONTINUES) Gary, what's? - You! - (MUSIC STOPS) You're a man-whore! Well, we prefer the term ''stud dog'', but, you know, semantics.
Ugh! Get off me! (MUSIC RESUMES) Right, so technically I'm still on the clock for the next seven minutes.
- Anyone? - (YIPPING) Hi.
Stupid twat Gary! He thinks he can use me for breeding like some kind of rent-a-womb?! Oh, like I'm going to let him choose the daddy of my pups! Right, obvious what you need to do, innit? You need to see how Gary likes it when he's the one getting set up with a prostitute.
(PANTING AND GRUNTING) (BED SPRINGS SQUEAK) OK, quite a lot, I'd say.
Because, God, he really is enjoying that! Yeah, nice one, knob.
Argh, I've got to find a way out of this! Oh, while I've got you, though, you know that worldwide - human cull I was planning? - Oh, yeah? Well, I've been through and costed it all up.
Turns out it's quite expensive to undertake the mass genocide of six billion people.
I mean, I'm going to need 1 5 grand just for photocopying.
No, Kali, I am not interested in sponsoring you.
Fine.
I guess I'll have to just find some other way - Whoa! - OK, now play fair, Gary - she's a prostitute, not a toilet.
Merde! Merde! Merde! There must something in here on the social etiquette - of dealing with a rabid house guest - Merde! Argh! Merde! Nelson, I know he is your friend.
I think it is time to ejaculate him from your premises.
I can't! If he gets out and spreads his rabies, they'll burn every animal within ten miles! We've got to keep him in this den.
And by any means necessary.
On my unborn first-born child, Nelson, you mean (DRAMATIC MUSIC STING) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, er hat stand? No.
Um, erumbrella stand? No.
Ercoat stand? Mountain bike! Sauna! Wales! - Portcullis! - Ketchup! - Rodeo! - Gloves! - Laminate flooring! - Mail fraud! - Toyota Avensis! - Anguish! - Steve Jobs! - No! It's microwave oven, you moron! - Voilà ! - Oh, yes, of course it is.
Screw you, Nelson.
I am going to Buckingham Palace to see the Changing of the Guard.
No! It's, er It's raining out.
And I was thinking, if you're up for it, cheeky sesh of Victorian parlour games? Blind Man's Buff? Oh! Où est là ? You win! Now, Hunt the Slipper.
Here it is! You win! Fizzy Fizzy Fizz Pig? (CLOCK TICKS) Fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, fizzy pig.
You win! Dirty Pillows? You win! Pin the Consumptive Hankie on the Match Girl? (COUGHS) Enough! I cannot play another Victorian parlour game! OK, all right, all right, calm down.
- Baby's Got the Pox? - Maybe a quick one.
You win! No, no, I failed to break the baby's head open.
You beat me! Oh.
So I did.
Nelson, you fool! Have you not see Star Wars? You must always let the Wookiee win, always.
Literally always! Thank you again for supporting this Cancer Awareness meat raffle.
And the winner of these lovely gammon steaks is - Oh, it's me! It's - (ROAR!) Pass me the ham hock, quickly! (CRASHING AND SQUEALING) Oh, my God! (CHOKING) Argh Au revoir.
He's He's dead! We contained it! - So, what you want I do with his things? - Things? His suitcase, his beret, his bicycle clips, his toothbrush.
Marion, that's not his toothbrush, it's mine.
He used it, I shared it with him Magic Johnson! I think I've got rabies! You can't make me have sex with some dog! No! Not the car! Please, you monster! Anything but the! Note to self - quite like the car, actually.
Why are we stopping? No! Don't take me out of the car! Please, you monster! Wait here while Daddy gets some fags.
(WHINES) Someone! Please! Help me! Right, just the fox.
Time for a quick PowerPoint? Not now, Kali.
I've got a doctor's appointment in, like Excellent! (THUNDER) BOOMING MALE VOICE: Ever since the dawn of history, mankind has ridden roughshod over his pigeon brethren Yeah, not sure how historically accurate any of this is.
Shh! until the day one brave pigeon started her fight-back against humankind.
Her solution? To create an all-new hybrid beast.
A pigeon with paws, a fox with wings behold the Pigeox! Right, can you just imagine the theme from 200 1 in your head during this bit? Only I'm having a job getting the licensing rights.
''But how can we create such a magnificent creature?', I hear you cry.
I hear you cry.
OK, you need to start buying into the presentation, or this next bit won't work.
(RESIGNEDLY) How can we create such a - BOTH: magnificent creature? - KALI: I hear you cry, thank you.
- (MUSIC PLAYS) - (NELSON BURPS) I just burped, and a bit of sick came out.
The Pigeox.
Truly the beast of tomorrow! Well, that's the foreplay out the way, let's mate! Kali, for God's sake! I'm not about to father some kind of grotesque pigeon-fox mutant baby! - Give me one good reason.
- I'll give you ten! - Starting with childcare.
- Mmm? Who's going to look after the little one while we're both out scavenging? Then there's education, because frankly I don't think there's a decent comprehensive - within like ten miles - You know what? Maybe I'll just try someone else.
Don't even get me started on pollution, knife crime, the uncertain global financial climate, pollution Wait, already said that.
Has she been left? Oh, my God, what if she gets heatstroke? Oh, exactly! Smash the window! Hot! Very hot.
Seriously, I am sweating like a Colombian sniffer dog! No offence, Juan Carlo.
Hey, none taken.
We're a notoriously sweaty people.
Nah, she'll be fine.
No, not fine! Hot! Pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, break the fricking window, pant, pant, pant Fine! But I'll remember this when you're trapped inside a car, and someone's about to force you to have sex with a pedigree sex-dog who sounds a bit like Nigel Havers! Seems unlikely now, I'll grant you.
Oh, now there's a thing.
Right.
Rabies.
Let's talk symptoms.
Sad? Depressed? Angry? Well, I suppose I did get a little hot under the collar with the wireless this afternoon.
Welcome to The Scott Mills Show.
That's Pixie Lott there with a very unique tune You can't have ''very unique'', Scott.
It's unique or it isn't.
Coming up, we've got the ultimate Radio 1 competition.
Ultimate? Oh, so it's the last competition Radio 1 will ever run, is it, Scott? I bet you're chomping at the bit.
Champing.
It's champing.
Champing! Champing, champing, champing, champing, champing, champing, champing! It's exactly five o'clock - over to Mark for the news and weather.
Champing, champing, champing, champing Which is just unlike me, to be honest.
Right, in terms of checking you out for rabies, it's perfectly straightforward.
We simply take this sample of your blood and inject it into this medical guinea pig.
Oh! Crikey! Hello.
Don't talk to him, please.
It humanises him.
Let me go, I beg you! I'm an animal too! Now, once we see how he reacts, we'll have an idea whether you're infected or not.
My name's Paul! I've got children! I'm halfway through my Duke of Edinburgh award! - Sorry, is this ethical? - Oh, it's fine.
Right, I'll just quickly and effortlessly transfer the blood into this syringe, find a vein and perform the injection.
- All done.
- I feel I feel fine! I'm going to live! Long enough to realise my dream of opening my own bakery Ah! (PANTS) Ah! Water! Ah! Water! Ah! Water! Ah! Water! (CHOKES) Ah! Water! And we'll send out the results in the post.
All right? Ah! Water! Can't get my head around it.
I'm I'm dying, Marion.
Nelse.
I am always here for you.
Right by your side.
Not literally, obviously.
You are a filthy disease carrier.
I wouldn't come near you if you paid me.
My point is I forget my point.
Fig roll? No.
Thank you.
- So how's the Bucket List coming along? - Oh, I gave up.
Just feels like a cliché, a list of things to do before you die.
Kind of thing they do in cheesy sitcoms.
OK, Nelson.
And did that stop you from inviting your new boss over to dinner and encouraging him to wear his brand-new white suit, even though you knew you were serving tomato soup and a selection of red wines on your dining table with the one wonky leg? Mmm, no.
Nelson! Did that stop you from asking your scheming, long-lost identical twin to come and stay, regardless of the myriad likely misunderstandings - that were almost bound to arise? - No.
- Nelson?! - (CANNED LAUGHTER) Did that stop you from going on that holiday to Devon with your fiancée and your potential new mother-in-law, even though not two days previous you had started undergoing experimental new treatment of hypnotherapy to cure your terrible sleepwalking problem? No.
(GASPS) Nelson?! (CANNED LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE) Then, my friend, let it not stop you from carrying out a small list of highly visual comedic tasks you wish to undertake before you die! OK, then! BILL MEDLEY: # Now I've had the time of my life # No, I never felt like this before # Yes, I swear, it's the truth #And I owe it all to you JENNIFER WARNES: # Cos I've had the time of my life #And I owe it all to you # See? That wasn't so clichéd.
(DOORBELL) The archbishop?! But I've just accidentally bought a hundredweight of pornography! That just leaves one more thing - kiss a beautiful girl.
And I think I know who.
Marion, if I die while I'm gone goodbye.
Let's just do handshakes, yes? Come here, you nut-gathering wanker! - Hello, Vincent.
- Pigeon? What you doing out your nest? What? Can't a lonely little birdie pay a visit down to your level every once in a while? Mary, Mother of (BLEEP)! I've seen the way you look at me, Vincent.
Unplucking me with your eyes, checking out my legs.
My very short, very stumpy, very red little legs.
So what do you say? Fox and bird, the final taboo.
Phwoar.
Listen, I ain't about to screw no pigeon! It's (BLEEP)-ing undignified! OK, I'll level with you, it's not about the sex.
I'm trying to create a fox-pigeon master race so I can bring about the downfall of humankind.
Why didn't you just say? A donor at last! Nothing can foil my plan now.
Hey.
Don't blame yourself.
Lots of men have this problem.
VINCENT: Stupid, useless (BLEEP)! Working last night! If you tell anyone about this, I will hunt you down and I will (BLEEP) your head off.
KALI: OK, I get it.
VINCENT: Quick snuggle? God! Being stray totally sucks! Can't believe I'm actually going to eat from a bin! It's like the most degrading thing I've ever done, ever! Bring on the Wall! Mmm, maybe not ever.
Destiny! What are you doing? Surviving, Nelson.
I ran away.
I had to - Gary arranged for me to have pups with some pedigree Afghan douchebag.
I need to talk to you and I don't have a lot of time.
See, we both know there's always been this thing between us, and so Hang on, hang on.
What thing? You know.
The ''will they, won't they?'' You know, that's been going all the time underneath all the other crazy stuff that happens.
The thing! The slow-burn romance thing, like when we always used to look at each other at work.
That was Tim and Dawn from The 0ffice.
So it was.
Point is, I'm here to tell you something, because if I don't do it now, I'll never get another chance.
And in a weird way, it's liberating knowing I won't be around much longer, because now I don't care who knows it.
So I want to tell you # I'll always remember when I first met my Destiny # You caught my eye then you stole all the rest of me # You are such a geek! Ah! It's this week's song! Bye, then.
Still, at least we'll always have that night in the bar when Wait, that was Sam and Diane.
Cheers? Remember Cheers? No? Marion, I need you to promise me, when I start to lose it, when I'm ranting and frothing at the mouth - might be today, might be tomorrow - no matter how much I try to persuade you otherwise, I want you I want you to kill me.
- Nelson, I can't do it - You have to, I'm begging you! No, I can't do it tomorrow, because I'm playing badminton.
So I'm thinking, if it's all right with you - Oh.
- Would you mind? It's just we have court booked, and I've got a mate coming all the way from Watford and blah blah blah, - I've got these new shuttlecocks - Oh, no, you go ahead.
Your precious little game of badminton's obviously a lot more important - than the final hours of my life.
- Thanks, man, knew you'd understand.
- Knock-knock.
Sorry to bother.
- Oh.
Doctor.
Yeah, small mix-up at the lab.
Turns out we got your blood sample confused with someone else's.
- How? - Well, yes I'm sure you remember, as I do, when I was reaching for your sample - Sorry, is this ethical? - Oh, it's fine.
I'll just quickly and effortlessly transfer the blood into this syringe, find a vein and perform the injection.
So I retested with your sample, and the results came back - Evening, all! - absolutely fine.
You mean Mark Fowler! I don't have rabies! Hang on, if I'm not infected, then who is? Some randy Afghan.
Came in for his monthly STD check and Destiny! I have to save her Except, sorry to be total fricking bore Marion, you bloody idiot! I don't have rabies! Yeah.
You did kind of say you'd try to talk me out of it.
- All right, (BLEEP)-lickers, what we up to? - Oh, God.
- Actually, Vince, long story.
I'm just about to kill Nelson, because - I'll help.
- You don't need to know why? Ah, I'll make something up.
Um Oh, yeah, that'll do.
Guys, I'm begging you! Don't do this! I don't have rabies! Although he probably has.
What? No! Please! I'm halfway through a City and Guilds in Media and Photography! Stay in there until you do something! So, you just couldn't resist me, eh? Oh, shut up! Let's just Let's get this over with.
Do you mind if I sob all the way through? Knock yourself out.
(SHE SOBS) This won't hurt much.
- Kali, now! - Huh? Fly, my pretty! Fly! (LAUGHS) OK.
Is it too late to ask, A, how you found me, B, how you got in, and, D, how you managed to suspend that thing from the ceiling while I was in the room? - Well, certainly hope so.
- Gary! (FOOTSTEPS) So.
Yeah.
It's all gone a bit Phil Spector.
And look what I found among the belongings of your Parisian intellectual friend, Christian.
NELSON: The Afghan! Turns out you weren't his only pen friend.
Ooh, the treacherous bastard! Thing I don't get is, how did you persuade Kali to help you out? Ernot important, to be honest.
It's coming! It's coming! Sir Robert Winston! I can't believe I'm going to be a dad! Ho-ho, regard! The dawning of a brave new race of super-predators! An uber-species of fox-birds powerful enough to bring puny mankind to Oh, hang on.
That's just a normal pigeon with red feathers.
Ooh.
May I? Be my (BLEEP) guest.
To be honest, the moment's probably passed.
Ah! Water! Subs from DVD, with SubRip_150b4 & Subtitle Edit 3.
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