Moone Boy (2012) s03e04 Episode Script

'And the weather forecast today is basically rain.
'Lovely stuff, Wendy! And here's a man who has a lovely day every day.
'It's David Bowie.
' Yes, you all smell.
The washing machine is broken.
So we're a big stinky family, OK? Thank God.
Thought it was just me.
I like that we all have the same dank odour.
Like a group of otters.
Otters? Just looking for the positives.
A dessert storm?! Yes, please! That's some tasty-sounding weather.
Why can't I live in Iraq, Mam? Nobody's stopping you.
I bet this whole Iraq thing blows over within the month.
He's got such good instincts on war.
Did you finish that new sign, love? Yeah, the lettering's drying outside in the garden.
Aliens in Boyle! Yes, please! This is the best newspaper ever.
Crop circles, my hole.
That's just this radio fella infiltrating everybody's minds.
I bet it was UFOs that broke the washing machine.
Or it could be limescale.
Liam, before I forget, the nursing home called.
We're behind on payments for Grandad.
Ah, yeah.
I'll wire over some funds from my Swiss bank account.
It's grand.
The money for the new sign will be in by Friday.
Is the new sign the one that Martin's donkey is licking outside? Ah, for feck's sake! Right, I'm off to Iraq.
I'll just stay here and chat.
And then we have Pluto over here.
A lovely big planet.
Which obviously will always be a planet.
Hey, Padraic.
Have you heard about this crop circle stuff? Have I? I don't know.
That's why I asked.
Yes, I have.
And I haven't been this excited since I enlisted to fight in Dessert Storm! .
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the vast cosmic jacks that is the sun.
Hey! Wanna go to the magic field tonight and see if the aliens come back? Do I? I don't know.
Do you? Yes, I do.
Is your washing machine broken too? Moone, wheesht.
Hello? What? I can't Your voice is so fast and high-pitched.
'Your donkey's in the bank.
' I don't know what happened.
I'm really sorry about the mess.
Speaking of messes, I was having a look at your accounts there.
It's been a slow year, Kevin.
Not to worry, Liam - at least one member of the Moones is still making deposits! Ha, yes.
Even if it's from his arse.
Yes, got that, Kevin.
C'mon, Donkey Kong.
C'mon.
'Password?' One, one, one one, one.
'It's six digits, Gerry.
' One? If it's a secret meeting, we should take the sign down, shouldn't we? Bonner.
Glad you could make it.
Sorry I'm late.
I made the mistake of asking my boys to wash my car.
Why did that make you late? They filled up my petrol tank with Fairy Liquid, to spite me.
I take it you've seen the paper? I have.
It's a PR disaster, Gerry.
This whole UFO nonsense is drowning out Boyle's clear tourism message.
I still think that's still too pushy.
Tourists are not going to come here if the place is littered with UFOs.
They want to go fishin', or walkin', or even prayin'.
They don't wanna be feckin' abducted.
MURMURS Well, the murmurs of approval seem to be with you, Mayor.
And it's sacrilegious.
There's no mention of Martians in the bible.
It's Adam and Eve, not Adam and ET.
You're right there.
This Doctor Gnot has the whole town driven crazy with his silly little radio show.
But what can we do to stop him? Gerry, we are the most powerful men in Boyle.
And just outside of Boyle.
We can do whatever the feckin' hell we like.
I mean what specifically? Let's shoot him dead.
Sorry, Frank, I didn't see ya there.
I was in the bog.
Who are we talking about? 'Welcome back, fellow earthlings, 'to Believe It Or Not with Dr Steven Gnot.
'Tonight we've asked are we alone?' Is this tiny planet of ours dancing solo in the giant disco of space? I doubt it.
And so does De Burgh! Oh, I can't wait to see an alien in the flesh.
Or whatever it is they have.
Wheee! Argh! My eye! My precious sideways-opening eye! Here, take one of mine.
I poo eyes! Where are these bloody aliens? We've been here nearly ten minutes! It's time to break out the big guns.
This should do the trick.
It won't come to that, Liam.
If they don't get his rent, the nursing home will send Dad back to his own house, where he'll discover baby Rose has taken his room.
And you know how he feels about babies.
He calls them flesh devils.
So they'll move back to the house, and I'll have to hide out here staring at my bloody idle hands.
Yeah, if only there was something useful you could do with your hands.
It's just hard to look professional when you're pulling an animal out of a bank.
Na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na.
That tune is pretty effective.
We come in peace.
Unless you're violent, in which case we leave in haste.
No fear needed, oh, fellow holders of inquisitive minds.
You sound like that radio fella.
Your ears are as sharp as your hat, my tin-foiled friend.
We're looking for aliens.
I fear we are a night too late.
Grand, think I'll head home, so.
Yeah, my toes are catching a chill.
Be not discouraged, my intrepid young imagineers.
Though tonight we have not been graced by the presence of our galactic neighbours, we are on the cusp of a celestial street party, the likes of which can only be imagined Oh, they've gone! Oh, they've been taken up! Steven, you always bloody miss it! Na, na, na, na, na.
Oh, there they are.
Stop being so hard on yourself, Steven.
Oh, I left the bloody car lights on! Good morning, Earth woman.
Good morning, Moone boy.
That's a pretty cool Hey, where's Donkey Kong? Has he escaped again? But I tied him up really well.
Argh! Bloody hell, Martin.
He's always escaping! Argh! Frustrating is what it is.
Have you seen my donkey, Mister? He answers to the name of Donkey Kong.
Or any name, if you shout it at him loud enough.
Nah, I haven't seen him.
I could do ya a deal on a blind and deaf goat? No, thanks.
Your loss.
Whoa! How good a deal? I just can't believe he'd run away.
He was so happy here.
He seemed so excited about our future together.
Unless You didn't get rid of him, did you, Dad? What? No! Of course not.
I know how much you love Donkey Kong.
He's my best friend in the whole world.
Ouch.
Ouch.
You swear? You swear on your grave? I don't have a grave, Martin.
Swear on Sinead's life then.
Why do you always get him to swear on MY life? Last in, first out.
Look, I know it's hard, Martin, but sometimes things just vanish.
What?! Grown donkeys don't just vanish.
I smell a rat.
We all smell rats.
It's just the otter odour! This is me watching you.
With my fingers.
Stop looking at me like that.
Now they're pointing over there.
Oh, kettle! 'So you've been hit by lightning 17 times? 'Remarkable.
You're like a human lightning rod.
'And it's especially odd, because my name IS Rod.
'Rod, this is too mysterious.
'Tell me, what do you do for a living? 'I fix TV aerials.
On mountain tops.
No clues there.
'More mysteries when we return' It's such a shame these unusual events are in no way related.
It's all connected.
Yes! By those red lines you've just drawn.
Open my flippin' guts! I know where he is! Really? My donkey was abducted by aliens.
How are ye, Liam? Gerry-atric! How's it hangin'? Long and limp, Liam.
But listen, I'm actually here on a bit of business.
The town council are in talks to get new street signs done this year.
Aw, that's great news, Ger.
Ah, yeah, it'll be a real sign blitz.
I could use the money, to be honest.
Well, here's the thing, Liam.
It's looking like we may have to go with Chinese imports.
No! Don't, Liam, don't.
My heart is already broke with the guilt.
But the quality is so poor, Ger.
You know Drum Shambo tried them and the signs turned up written in Chinese.
Oh, I love that song.
Well, we've crunched the numbers, you see, Liam, and your prices are a little on the steep side.
It would actually be cheaper to get the whole town to learn a little Mandarin.
What? But fret not, Liam, there may be a solution.
Anything, Ger.
I hear your donkey has been abducted by aliens.
Jesus! The town council are a little worried tourists might be put off if they think that Boyle has been infested with UFOs.
Well, that makes sense.
They're an odd bunch, Liam, they're an odd bunch.
But I'm sure that if you were able to subdue that UFO story, I might be able to pull a few strings there.
No problem, Ger.
Martin, me old comrade.
Listen, we need to talk about the whole donkey thing.
Amazing, isn't it, Dad? Front page! What? I prefer the picture they used in the New York Times.
I can't believe they abducted my donkey while I was actually out looking for them.
I mean, the one time we go out.
Feckin' donkey rustlers.
Wonder what they're doing to the poor fella.
Who knows? Maybe everything in space is reversed.
Hey, what if Donkey Kong is THEIR ruler? What say ye, donkey overlord? Yea or nay? I think we know how that one goes.
Martin.
Get in.
C'mon, buddy.
What do I always say about getting in strangers' cars? That I should do it? That's right.
Please don't kill him.
'Aliens, Bigfoot, the Lough Key Monster! 'It's all silly silliness.
'Brought to you by Dr Steven Gnot.
'Actually, Father, the big G is silent.
'The big G will never be silenced.
' So they're really going to import signs from China? I think Gerry can swing it my way.
So long as Martin shuts up about feckin' aliens.
'And now for the counter-argument, we have Martin Moone, 'whose donkey was recently abducted by aliens.
'Thank you, Doctor, Father, Mother, whoever's listening, really.
'Great to be here.
So, tell us, Martin' How do you know that your donkey was abducted? I just know.
Sometimes you just know.
So now you're going on faith alone? What kind of belief system is that? Didn't you also see it happen? Sure.
Why not? Oh Yes.
I did see it happen.
That's how I just know.
So now you saw it? Then enlighten us, Martin.
Tell us what happened.
That's what we're about to do, if you'll shut up.
I woke up in the middle of the night and I decided to go for a walk in the garden.
'The ship soared down over our garden, then stopped.
' Slowly but suddenly.
Right over Donkey Kong.
A big massive UFO.
Lights everywhere.
But totally dark.
'But black as the night.
' Emitting nothing but a deafening hum.
Which was completely silent.
Which made no sound at all.
Which was confusing.
Listen to his florid, descriptive prose.
This is all your fault for encouraging him to read! And once the donkey-tractor-beam had consumed my majestic mule, the heavenly craft returned to the stars, as silently and loudly as it came.
What the feck?! Hey, lads! And so it was that Martin Moone became a celestial celebrity.
Well done for having your donkey abducted, Moone.
I can't take all the credit, lads.
The aliens did their part too.
He touched my hand! But fame came with a price.
'We've got your dog.
Stop talking about UFOs 'or we'll kill him.
' I don't have a dog.
'Yes, you do.
'A little black and white fella.
Nametag says Benji.
' He sounds nice.
He's not mine, though.
'Do you have any pets?' I have a donkey.
'We're gonna get your donkey.
' He's already been abducted by aliens.
'Ah, for feck' I was chatting to Beijing there this morning, Liam.
They've a dozen 10-year-olds with itchy fingers over there ready to go.
I told you, I'll handle the UFO thing, don't worry.
Be sure you do, Moone.
This is a fine workshop.
It would be a shame if anything were to happen to it.
What does that mean? General disrepair, Liam, due to a lack of business.
What are you laughin' at? Oops.
Sorry about that, Liam.
Bloody work! See ya at poker night.
Yeah, OK.
Thanks.
Bye-bye.
So, the nursing home has discharged Grandad.
He's back at his house.
Oh Dad, does that mean he's better now? 62247.
'We've got your brother.
' I don't have a brother.
Oh.
Hi.
Sorry.
Wrong house.
No, wait.
This IS your house, Grandad.
So are you the squatters, then? Kinda.
We're family.
'Yeah, hi, is this the residence of Martin Moone?' Is that you again? How's Benji? 'No, this is Cormack McCormack from RTE news.
'I'm looking to speak to Martin.
' I can tell him, if you're going to be a big girl about it.
I'll tell him, I'll tell him! Martin, come in here.
We need to talk.
Martin? I'm gonna be on television! UFO hats! Get your UFO hats here.
Looks like you've got things totally under control here, Liam! This is my sarcastic tone! I feel a little over-dressed, Mam.
All your clothes stink cos of the broken washing machine.
Where did I even get this? I think you forgot to return it after you quit that chauffeur job.
That's right.
See you out there.
Well, buddy, we had a fun fling with radio.
But now it's time to go hit on its big dumb sexy daughter.
Television, here I come, baby! Last of the xylophones, lads! Last of the xylophones.
What do you think of all this UFO stuff? What's a UFO? Martin, this is all wrong.
I can't let you do the interview like this.
The hat's too much, isn't it? You need to know the truth about the donkey.
Do you know what a stud farm is? Do I? I was raised on a stud farm.
Joke.
Shut up about the bloody UFOs! Put down the gnome, Father! Psst! It's up to you now, Martin.
Don't be intimidated.
Don't let them shut you up like they shut me up.
Oh, my God, they got you fired? No, they just told me to shut up.
So I shut up.
Well, don't worry, Doctor.
Mam always says I never know when to shut up.
Oh, I wish I had his courage.
The truth will only prevail when Shut up, Dr Gnot! Sorry.
And once the ship had enveloped the equine extractor, it returned to the stars as quickly and slowly and smoothly and awkwardly as it came.
Wow.
That's quite a story, Martin.
I mean, you couldn't make it up.
The thing is, we have another source, who tells us about the night you say you saw the donkey being abducted.
An informant, if you will.
Who tells us that you were in fact out in a field, looking for UFOs.
An informant? You weren't actually here at all, were you, Martin? Ieh So how could you know that the donkey was abducted? Or you just a lying little culchie? That's exactly what he is! Lying little culchie.
Well, we are culchies, but we're not A little bit, maybe.
No, I know but em Hit him, Martin! Just hit him! Push over the camera and we'll run to the border.
We'll make a new life in Leitrim! No I know they took him, because Because? Because I told him.
I didn't see that coming.
Excuse me? I told him about the aliens and everything.
And how would you know the aliens abducted the donkey? Because they abducted me too.
You lucky bastard! 'Ah, they were sound, yeah.
Middle-aged, I'd say.
'No teeth 'two heads.
'when they were done with me, 'the spaceship dropped me off at the house and headed off into '.
.
space.
'Liam Moone there, a Roscommon signwriter, abducted by aliens.
'The main news again.
'In Operation Dessert Storm Sorry, Desert Storm' I saw them too, you know.
What? The aliens.
Shut up, you! Well, I've lost the Sign Blitz and disgraced myself publicly.
I guess things can't get any worse.
Hiya, Daddio! Guess who's moving back? I wish I was back in space.
Thanks to Liam's inadvertent advertising, Boyle became a UFO tourist hot-spot.
And the town council finally embraced its celestial selling point.
Though their new signs made it tricky to actually find the UFO sites.
Dr Gnot wrote a sci-fi bestseller, inspired by Liam's alien encounter.
And as a thank-you, the good doctor bought the Moones a new washing machine.
Told you it was all connected.
I know that neigh! Oh, and the donkey wandered home.
I tell you something - thank God for your field, Tony.
If it wasn't for these crop circles, none of this would have happened.
You know, the funny thing is, Gerry, the only reason there's circles here is I got a puncture on the Massey Ferguson and I just couldn't keep her straight.
She just kept goin' round and round.
Right, well, it's probably best if you keep that to yourself, Tony, huh?