Episode 5
Mr. Neutron
(A
train stops at the station. The train doors open and out steps Mr Neutron. He
looks like an American footballer, with enormous shoulders, tapering to a thin
waist. He has very regular features and piercing eyes and is most impressive.
He stands at the door of the train for a moment. The words Mr Neutron are
written in bold diagonally across his chest. He carries a Sainsbury shopping
bag.)
Voice
Over: Mr Neutron! The most dangerous and terrifying man in the world! The man
with the strength of an army! The wisdom of all the scholars in history! The
man who had the power to destroy the world. (animation of planets in space) Mr
Neutron. No one knows what strange and distant planet he came from, or where he
was going to!... Wherever he went, terror and destruction were sure to follow.
(Cut
to Neutron's garden. He has three little picnic chairs out and is having tea
with Mr and Mrs Entrail, a middle-aged couple. The lady, a little overdressed
dominates. Mr Entrail sits there rather sourly.)
Voice
Over: Mr Neutron! The man whose incredible power has made him the most feared
man of all time... waits for his moment to destroy this little world utterly!
Mrs
Entrail: Then there's Stanley ... he's our eldest ... he's a biochemist in
Sutton. He's married to Shirley...
Mr
Neutron: (in a strange disembodied voice, grammatically correct but poor in
intonation) Shirley who used to be the hairdresser?
Mrs
Entrail: Yes, that's right, I think she's a lovely person. (indicates her
husband) My husband doesn't ... he thinks she's a bit flash.
Mr
Entrail: I hate 'er! I hate 'er guts.
Mrs
Entrail: And they, of course, they come down most weekends, so you'll be able
to meet them then.
Mr
Neutron: l'd ... love ... to. Hairdressing is very interesting.
Mrs
Entrail: And very important, too. If you don't care for your scalp, you get
rabies. Then there's Kenneth, he's our youngest. Mind you, he's a bit of a
problem... at least my husband thinks he is, anyway.
Mr
Entrail: Nasty little piece of work, he is, I hate him!
Mrs
Entrail: Mind you, the one we hear so much about nowadays is Karen. She married
a Canadian - he's a dentist - they live in Alberta - two lovely children, Gary
who's three, Leslie who's six. They look like the spitting image of Karen.
D'you want to see a photo ... ?
Mr
Neutron: Oh, yes please.
Mrs
Entrail: All right.
(She
goes to get a photograph.)
Mr
Entrail: They're a couple of little bastards. I hate 'em. They've got eyes like
little pigs, just like their mother. She's a disaster ... a really
horrible-looking person, she is. I thought that one would stay on the shelf,
but along comes this stupid dentist git. He's a real creepy little bastard, he
is. I hate 'im.
Mr
Neutron: This is a nice area.
Mr
Entrail: It's like a bloody graveyard. I hate it.
Mr
Neutron: It's handy for the shops and convenient for the West End.
Mr
Entrail: If you like going to the West End. I think it's a stinking dump.
(Cut
to a well-guarded American government building, with the letters 'FEAR' on a
board outside.)
Voice
Over: Meanwhile in Washington, at the headquarters of 'FEAR' - the Federal Egg
Answering Room - in reality a front name for 'FEEBLE' - the Free World
Extra-Earthly Bodies Location and Extermination Centre... all was not well.
(A
high-security operations room - maps, charts. monitor screens. A message comes
chattering over the teleprinter. A teleprinter operator rips it out and takes
it over to Captain Carpenter who sits at a control desk.)
Carpenter:
Good God! (he grabs a red flashing phone) Get me the Supreme Commander Land,
Sea and Air Forces, immediately!
(Cut
to a large room, empty apart from a very large desk with a large American eagle
emblem above it. We hear American military music. There is nothing on the desk,
except for a very futuristic, dynamic-looking intercom. Behind the desk the
supreme commander sits. After a moment, slowly and rather surreptitiously, he
sniffs his left armpit inside his jacket. Then, with a quick look around to see
that no one is watching, he smells the other armpit. He sits up again, then
cups his hand in front of his face to smell his breath. He looks worried still.
He reaches down slowly and takes his shoe off. He has just brought it up to his
nose when the intercorn buzzes loudly and a light flashes. The music stops. He
jumps, and quickly takes his shoe off the desk. He presses a switch on the
intercom.)
Commander:
Hello?
Voice:
This is Captain Carpenter sir, from FEAR.
Commander:
You mean FEEBLE?
Voice:
Yes, sir ...
Commander:
What is it?
Voice: Mr. Neutron is missing, sir!
Mr. Neutron is Missing
Commander:
Mr Neutron! Oh my God! OK - Surround the entire city! Send in four waves of
armed paratroopers with full ground-to-air missile support! Alert all air
bases! Destroy all roads! We'll bomb the town flat if we have to!
Carpenter:
Sir! Sir! He's not in Washington, sir.
Commander:
OK! Hold everything! Hold everything! Hold it! Lay off! Lay off... Where is he?
Carpenter:
We don't know, sir ... all we know is he checked out of his hotel and took a
bus to the airport.
Commander:
All right! I want a full-scale Red Alert throughout the world! Surround
everyone with everything we've got! Mobilize every fighting unit and every
weapon we can lay our hands on! I want... I want three full-scale global
nuclear alerts with every army, navy and air force unit on eternal standby!
Carpenter:
Right, sir!
Commander:
And introduce conscription!
Carpenter:
Yes, sir!
Commander:
Right!
(He
slams the intercom button down and sits there. Silence again. His eyes look from
side to side then slowly he goes back to smelling himself.)
Voice
Over: So the world was in the grip of FEAR! A huge and terrifying crisis
generated by one man! (zoom into Neutron in his front garden, weeding; behind
him the group of GPO people are sitting opening another box fifty yards further
down from the first one; a line of she recently opened boxes stretches up the
road)... easily the most dangerous man the world has ever seen, honestly.
Though still biding his time, he could strike at any moment. Could he be
stopped in time?
(A
lady stops and chats to him.)
Mrs
Smailes: You've got a bit of work to do there, then.
Mr
Neutron: Yes, it is a problem.
Mrs
Smailes: Mrs Ottershaw never used to bother ... then of course she was very
old... she was 206! Well, must be going... if you need any help I'll send Frank
round. He could do with a bit of'exercise, ha! ha! ha! ha! ... Fat old
bastard...
(She
walks off. Neutron goes back to his weeding. Cut back to the supreme
commander's office. He is sniffing himself again., only this time he has his
whole shirt front pulled up and he is trying to smell under his shirt. The
intercom goes. He quickly tucks his shirt in and depresses the switch.)
Commander:
Yes?
Carpenter:
Captain Carpenter here, sir. We've been on red alert now for three days, sir,
and still no sign of Mr Neutron.
Commander:
Have we bombed anywhere? Have we shown 'em we got teeth?
Carpenter:
Oh yes, sir. We've bombed a lot of places fiat, sir.
Commander:
Good. Good. We don't want anyone to think we're chicken.
Carpenter:
Oh no! They don't think that, sir. Everyone's really scared of us, sir.
Commander:
Of us?
Carpenter:
Yes, sir.
Commander:
(pleased) Of our power?
Carpenter:
Oh yes, sir! They're really scared when they see those big planes come over.
Commander:
Wow! I bet they are. I bet they are. I bet they're really scared.
Carpenter:
Oh they are, sir.
Commander:
Do we have any figures on how scared they are?
Carpenter:
No ... no figures, sir. But they sure were scared.
Commander:
Ah! But it's not working?
Carpenter:
No, sir.
Commander:
OK. We'll try another tactic. We'll try and out-smart this Neutron guy. Yes,
there's one man who could nail him.
Carpenter:
One guy? That won't frighten anyone, sir.
Commander:
He's the most brilliant man I ever met. We were in the CIA together. He's
retired now. He breeds rabbits up in the Yukon... '
Carpenter:
What's his name, sir?
Commander:
His name is Teddy Salad.
Carpenter:
Salad as in... ?
Commander:
Lettuces, cucumber, radishes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Carpenter:
Where do I find him, sir?
Commander:
The Yukon. Oh, and Carpenter ...
Carpenter:
Yes, sir?
Commander:
Make sure you get a decent disguise.
(Cut
to the Yukon. Carpenter is trekking along. He is in ballet tights and heavy
make-up with a big knapsack with 'Nothing to do with FEEBLE' on the back. He
comes across a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. He presses the doorbell. A
rather twee little chime. The door is opened by a huge lumbjack.)
Carpenter:
Oh, hello. My name's Carpenter. I'm from the US Government.
Lumberjack:
Are you from the army?
Carpenter:
Er... no... I'm... er... I'm... I'm from the ballet. The US Government Ballet.
(The
lumberjack's eyes light up.)
Lumberjack:
The ballet! The ballet's coming here?
Carpenter:
Well maybe...
Lumberjack:
Oh, that's great! We love the ballet. Last year some of us from Yellow River
got a party to go see the ballet in Montreal. (Dimly we can see behind the
lumberjack a bevy of beautiful boys of all nations.)
Carpenter:
Look, I was wondering...
Lumberjack:
Oh, we had a marvellous time. It was Margot Fonteyn dancing 'Les Sylphides'...
oh, it was so beautiful...
Carpenter:
Do you know...
Lumberjack:
Do you know how old she is?
Carpenter:
Who?
Lumberjack:
Margot Fonteyn.
Carpenter:
No.
Lumberjack:
She's 206!
Carpenter:
Look, I hear there's a US ballet organizer round these parts by the name of
Teddy Salad.
Lumberjack:
You mean the special agent?
Carpenter:
Well...
Lumberjack:
He's an ex-CIA man. He's not a ballet dancer.
(Laughter
from the boys in the hut.)
Carpenter:
Well, I just want to see him on some ballet business...
Lumberjack:
Well, you could try the store...
Carpenter:
Oh, thank you. (he turns to go)
Lumberjack:
Hey! Can you get us Lionel Blair's autograph?
(Carpenter
walks away.)
Voice
Over: While precious time was being lost in Canada, the seconds were ticking
away for the free world...
(Jarring
chord Cut to Neutron's house. He is hanging flowery print wallpaper in his
sitting room. Helping him is the quite enormously vast Frank Smailes who stands
rather helplessly looking up at Neutron who is on a plank between two ladders.)
Voice
Over: Already Neutron - who, you will remember, is infinitely the most
dangerous man in the world, he really is - was gathering allies together.
Mr
Neutron: Try having an omelette for your evening meal... perhaps with yogurt
and grapefruit.
Mr
Smailes: Oh, I've tried that ... I once got down to fifty-six stone. But I
couldn't stay like that. I used to take potatoes wherever I went. I used to go
to the cinema with three hundredweight of King Edwards, I'd eat 'em all before
I got out of the toilet. I had to go on to bread.
Mr
Neutron: What about salad?
Mr
Smailes: Teddy Salad?
Mr
Neutron: No, no, no - salad - as in lettuces, radishes, cucumber...
(Continued...)
Teddy Salad (CIA Agent)
(Cut
to Carpenter in a log cabin trading post with trestle tables. Six Eskimos are
sitting in a group at one end of the other tables. An Italion chef in a long
white apron and greasy shirt, is standing over Carpenter. Carpenter sits at one
table with a huge fresh salad in front of him.)
Italian:
You don't like it?
Carpenter:
No, I didn't want to eat a salad. I wanted to find out about a man called
Salad.
Italian:
You're the first person to order a salad for two years. All the Eskimos eat
here is fish, fish ...
First
Eskimo: (very British accent) We're not Eskimos.
Second
Eskimo: Where's our fish. We've finished our fish.
Italian:
What fish you want today, uh?
First
Eskimo: Bream please.
Italian:
Bream! Where do I get a bream this time of year? You bloody choosy Eskimo
pests.
First
Eskimo: We are not Eskimos!
Italian:
Why don't you like a nice plate of canelloni?
Eskimos:
Eurrrrghhh!
First
Eskimo: That's not fish.
Italian:
(as he turns to go in kitchen) I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I
was back in Oldham ...
(Carpenter
crosses to the Eskimos.)
Carpenter:
(speaking slowly, and clearly as for foreigners) Do any of you Eskimos ...
speak ... English?
First
Eskimo: We're not Eskimos!
Third
Eskimo: I am.
Others:
Sh!
Italian:
(off) Haddock!
Eskimos:
Where?
Carpenter:
(still speaking as if to foreigners) Do any of... you ... know... a man ...
called ... Salad?
First
Eskimo: What, Salad as in...
Carpenter:
Lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes ... yes.
First
Eskimo: Like you have on your plate?
Carpenter:
Yes. That's right.
First
Eskimo: No, I'm afraid not.
Second
Eskimo: Where's our fish?
First
Eskimo: What does this Teddy Salad do?
Carpenter:
He's a... er... hen-teaser.
(Quick
cut to the chairman of Fiat in his office.)
Chairman:
Che cosa è la stucciacatori di polli?
SUPERIMPOSED
CAPTION: 'WHAT IS A HEN-TEASER?'
(Cut
back to the cabin.)
First
Eskimo: No, the only Teddy Salad we know is a CIA man.
Carpenter:
Oh, he might know.
Eskimos:
(chanting) Gunga gunga, where's our fish?
Carpenter:
Where will I find him?
Second
Eskimo: Oh, he lives up at Kipper Sound.
Carpenter:
Thanks a lot.
Eskimos:
Fishy fishy iyoooiyooo.
First
Eskimo: Are you in international spying, too?
Carpenter:
No... no... I'm with the... US Ballet... force... who are you with?
First
Eskimo: (leans forward confidentialy) MI6. But not a word to the Eskimos.
Eskimos:
Fishy fishy igooo.
(The
Italian chef appears.)
Italian:
Here's your bloody fish.
First
Eskimo: Thank you, Anouk.
Italian:
I'm not an Eskimo!
(Cut
to Arctic wastes - ice and snow and bitter blasting winds. Carpenter - his
little tadger tiny as a tapir's tits - struggles on. He stops and peers ahead
He sees a trapper figure with a sled pulled by four huskies. Carpenter hurries
on and catches him up.)
Carpenter:
Hey! Hey!
(The
man stops. On his sled are supplies including two ladies in bikinis,
deep-frozen and wrapped in cellophane bags.)
Carpenter:
Hi! I'm Carpenter of the US Ballet.
Trapper:
Hey, great to have you around. The last decent ballet we got around here was
Ballet Ramben..On Thursday they did 'Petrouchka', then on Saturday they did
'Fille Mal Gardée'. I thought it was a bit slow...
Carpenter:
(stopping him short) It sure is nice to see you, Mr Salad.
Trapper:
I ain't Salad.
Carpenter:
What?
Trapper:
You want Teddy Salad?
Carpenter:
Yeah ... (the man looks around rather furtively, to see if anyone is watching,
then takes Carpenter's arm and indicates the dog team) I don't see anyone.
Trapper:
The one on the end, on the right. That's Salad.
Carpenter:
That's a dog!
Trapper:
(confidentially) No only bits of it.
Carpenter:
What do you mean?
Trapper:
Listen, Teddy Salad is the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had, right?
Carpenter:
Right.
Trapper:
That's how he made his name (indicates the dog) - disguise!
(They
look at the dog in silence for a moment.)
Carpenter:
That's incredible!
Trapper:
He had to slim down to one and a half pounds to get into that costume. He cut
eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most
brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on.
Carpenter:
What about the head?
Trapper:
All of the head was removed apart from the eyes and the brain in order to fit
into the costume.
Carpenter:
That's incredible!
Trapper:
D'you want to talk to him?
Carpenter:
Yeah, sure.
Trapper:
(looking around him again) OK, let's move over to those trees over there...
anyone might be watching.
(They
pull over to a lone deciduous tree in the middle of the empty tundra wastes.
They pull in. The man goes round to the dog and kneels down beside it.)
Trapper:
(softly) Mr Salad? ... There's Mr Carpenter to see you.
Carpenter:
What does he say?
Trapper:
(to Carpenter) Do you have a bone? (Carpenter feels rather helplessly in his
pockets) It's all part of the disguise (he produces a bone, which he gives to
the dog) OK, Teddy... here's the bone. (the dog tucks into the bone) All right,
you've got his trust, now, you can talk to him.
Carpenter:
(kneeling rather awkwardly down beside the dog, and speaking confidentially)
Sir ... sir ... Mr Salad ... sir, I've come direct from the Commander of Land,
Sea and Air Forces ... There's a pretty dangerous situation, sir. Mr Neutron...
is missing. (he looks significantly at the dog, but the dog doesn't react) The
General says you're the only one who'll know where to find him ... What's he
say?
Trapper:
He wants to go walkies.
Carpenter:
Walkies?
Trapper:
Yeah, he's right into it today - d'you mind taking him for walkies?
(He
gives the dog to Carpenter on a lead. Carpenter hesitates and then walks off
with the dog, bending down occasionally and explaining the situation.)
Voice Over: While Carpenter took the most brilliant agent the CIA ever had for walkies, events in the world's capitals were moving fast!
Mr. Neuron is Still Missing!
(Cut
to a picture of the outside of l0 Downing Street. Zoom in on the door. Music:
'Rule Britannia' type theme. Cut to interior - a few circular tables, dim
lighting. The decor of a rather exclusive restaurant. Subdued murmur of
upper-class people stuffing their faces. A gypsy violinist is going from table
to table playing and singing. In the middle of all this there is the prime
minister at a big leather-topped desk, covered with official papers, three
telephones, an intercom, tape recorder, a photo of Eisenhower with a very small
bunch of flowers in front of it in a sort of self-contained shrine, an in/out
tray, blotter, etc. The intercom buzzes.)
Voice:
The Secretary of State to see you, Prime Minister.
Prime
Minister: Very well, show him in.
(The
prime minister switches off. The secretary of state enters, wending his way
through the tables. He sits at the desk. He is in a rather agitated condition.)
Secretary of State: Prime Minister.
Prime
Minister: Do take a seat.
(He
takes a seat from the next table; the lady sitting on it falls to the floor.)
Secretary
of State: Prime Minister, we've just had the Supreme Commander US Forces on the
phone. Apparently they want a full-scale Red Alert!
Prime
Minister: They what?
(The
gypsy violinist has come round to the desk. He is playing a sad, slow melody
and smiling encouragingly at them. They glance at him. He flashes a white
smile. The secretary of state drops his voice and huddles closer to the prime
minister.)
Secretary
of State: They want a full-scale Red Alert - every troop movement...
(As
the secretary leans forward so does the gypsy, musing the secretary to break
off in mid-sentence.)
Prime
Minister: It's all right - don't worry about Giuseppe... (the secretary looks
at the gypsy who smiles again toothily) He's English really.
Secretary
of State: Well apparently the whole structure of world peace may be threatened
unless we immediately...
Giuseppe:
(heavy accent, leaning forwards) Your anniversary, signore?
Prime
Minister: No, no, Giuseppe - not now.
Giuseppe:
(indicating the secretary of state) You mean zis isn't ze lady?
Prime
Minister: No.
Giuseppe:
Oh, signora ... my mistake! I play for you 'My Mistake'. (before the prime
minister can stop him he goes into a strident Italian song) 'My mistake, I have
made my mistake! What a dreadful mistake! Is this mistake that I make!' (strums
violently and starts on the second verse) 'Oh my mistake...'
Prime
Minister: Giuseppe, do you mind playing over there.
Giuseppe:
(flashing a winning smile) Very well, signor. But I play only for you... and
your beautiful companion.
(He
moves off mysteriously, singing the mistake song.)
Secretary
of State: Well anyway, this Mr Neutron, is located somewhere in the London
area. We must find and exterminate him. The Americans say if we don't, they
will.
Prime
Minister: (straining to hear over noise of singing) What?
Secretary
of State: The Americans say if we won't they will!
Prime
Minister: That he doesn't know what?
Secretary
of State: They'll bomb the entire London area.
Prime
Minister: (getting up) We'd better get out of here!... (he grabs the photo of
Eisenhower)
Secretary
of State: They won't bomb here.
Prime
Minister: Are you sure?
Secretary
of State: Sure.
Prime
Minister: (sitting down with great relief) Right. When are they going to start?
Secretary
of State: Well apparently they haven't got Neutron yet... but when they do...
(The
diners have by this time joined a conga led by the gypsy violinist playing Wly
Mistake'. Awfully heartily they dance past the prime minister's desk. Cut to
Artic wastes. The wind howls. The trapper is sitting beside a fire, picking his
nose thoughtfully and tending a stewpan. The dog bounds back, Carpenter on the
end of his lead, breathless from trying to keep up.)
Trapper:
Well. Did he tell you anything?
Carpenter:
(worn out by the walk) No ... we chased sticks ... we chased a few reindeer...
Trapper:
(patting the dog) You been chasing reindeer, have you? You're a naughty boy...
yes... ain't you a naughty boy...
Carpenter:
Look, we haven't got much time ... He hasn't given me any information yet...
Trapper:
OK. Tell you what, let's eat. You give him one of your meatballs, he'll tell
you anything... OK?
Carpenter:
OK.
(Suddenly
the dog woofs, gets up on back legs and starts pawing the trapper.)
Trapper:
Wait a minute - he's trying to tell us something.
(A
strangled, strained American voice comes from within the dog. Slightly muffled
perhaps.)
Dog:
Carpenter ... er ... ugh ... ah...Carpenter...
Carpenter:
(kneeling down and peering into the dog's face) Yes, Mr Salad? Can you hear me?
Dog:
Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddam painful in here... what's the problem?
Carpenter:
It's Mr Neutron, sir ... he's gone missing. The Supreme Commander wants you to
take charge.
Dog:
I ... oh God ... I ... I ... I...
Carpenter:
Yes, Mr Salad?
Dog:
I gotta go walkies again.
(Cut
to the office of the supreme commander. He is now nude behind his desk. A kidney
bowl full of water is on desk; he is dabbing at himself with a sponge. The
intercom buzzes. He switches it on.)
Voice:
Still no sign of Captain Carpenter, sir... or Mr Neutron.
Commander:
OK. We'll bomb Neutron out. Get me Moscow! Peking! and Shanklin, Isle of Wight!
(Cut
to stock film of B52s on a bombing raid.)
Voice
Over: And so the Great Powers and the people of Shanklin, Isle of Wight, drew
their net in ever-tightening circles around the most dangerous threat to peace
the world has ever faced. They bombed Cairo, Bangkok, Cape Town, Buenos Aires,
Harrow, Hammersmith, Stephey, Wandsworth and Enfield... But always it was the
wrong place.
(Cut
to an area of smoking rubble. A van with the words 'US Air Force' on the side
trundles through the rubble. It has a loudspeaker on the top of it.)
Loudspeaker:
Sorry Enfield!... We apologize for any inconvenience caused by our bombing...
sorry...
Voice
Over: But what of Mr. Neutron, the most fearfully dangerous man in the world!
The man who could destroy entire galaxies with his wrist, the man who could
tear fruit machines apart with his eyeballs... He had not been idle!
(Continued...)
Mr. Neutron is Found
(Meantime
we have mixed through to Neutron's suburban sitting room. He is standing in the
doorway gazing at something off camera. He holds an envelope which he has just
opened and a letter.)
Voice
Over: In fact he had fallen in love... with the lady who 'does' for Mrs
Entrail... (The camera pans across to a slovenly char in paisley apron, furry
slippers and head scarf Throughout this scene we hear the sound of bombers and
the distant mulled sound of explosions.)
Mrs
Scum: Oh 'ello Mr N, terrible about Enfield, innit? It's all gone. So's Staines
... lovely shops they used to have in Staines... and Stunmore, where the AA
offices used to be. I don't know where we'll pay our AA subscriptions to now.
Do you know where we'll have to pay our AA. subscriptions to now, Mr N?
Mr
Neutron: I didn't know you were a member of the AA Mrs S.C.U.M.
Mrs
Scum: Oh yes. Ever since the Corsair broke down in Leyonstone ... they towed it
all the way to Deauville FOC. (Mr Neutron looks blank) Free of Charge. Well my
husband Ken, K.E.N., he said...
Mr
Neutron: Oh, forget about your husband, Mrs S.C.U.M. - or may I call you Mrs S?
Mrs
Scum: You can call me Linda, if you like.
Mr
Neutron: No, I'd rather call you Mrs S.
Mrs
Scum: Oh...
Mr
Neutron: (as if trying to soften the blow) And you can call me Mr N.
Mrs
Scum: Well... that's what I was calling you.
Mr
Neutron: Mrs S, there is something I have to tell you...
Mrs
Scum: Yes, Mr N?
Mr
Neutron: I have just won a Kellogg's Corn Flake Competition.
Mrs
Scum: Oh Mr N! That's wonderful!
Mr
Neutron: I got the ball in exactly the right place. The prize is £5,000 in
cash, or as much ice cream as you can eat.
(Her
eyes go round as saucers and all thoughts of returning to her marital bed
vanish under the impact of such imminent wealth.)
Mrs
Scum: £5,000!
Mr
Neutron: I was thinking of taking the ice cream.
Mrs
Scum: (alarmed) Oh no!
Mr
Neutron: It's been so hot recently.
Mrs
Scum: You couldn't eat that much ice cream Mr N.
Mr
Neutron: Mrs S, I can eat enormous quantifies of ice cream without being sick.
Mrs
Scum: Oh no! Take the £5,000! Please take the £5,000.
Mr
Neutron: I was thinking. If we got married...
Mrs
Scum: Oh yes! (she sits very close to him)
Mr
Neutron: We could use the £5,000 to buy a spoon...
Mrs
Scum: Oh! We could buy a lot more than that!
Mr
Neutron: And then fill up with ice cream.
Mrs
Scum: Not Forget about the ice cream. We need the money.
Mr
Neutron: We need nothing. For there is something I have not told you Mrs
S.C.U.M.
Mrs
Scum: Oh please call me Mrs S.
Mr
Neutron: No I would rather go back to calling you Mrs S.C.U.M., Mrs S.C.U.M. I
am the most powerful man in the universe. There is nothing I cannot do.
Mrs
Scum: Oh Mr N.
Mr
Neutron: I want you to be my helpmate. As Tarzan had his Jane, as Napoleon had
his Josephine, as Frankie Laine had whoever he had, I want you to help me in my
plan to dominate the world!
Mrs
Scum: Oh Mr N. That I should be so lucky!
Mr
Neutron: You're not Jewish are you?
(Cut
back to the Yukon. The trapper, Captain Carpenter and the dog are still sitting
round the dying campfire aver the remains of supper. They are all looking a
little bit bored. The dog has obviously been telling long reminiscences.)
Dog:
Another time when I was in Cairo, I was disguised as a water hydrant. The whole
top part of my head had been removed and...
Carpenter:
Please, Mr Salad .... you must tell us where Neutron is.
Dog:
And I functioned! D'you hear? I really worked. I could put out a fire.
Carpenter:
Please, Mr Salad...
Dog:
Mind you, it hurt a bit...
Carpenter:
Please, Mr Salad - there isn't much time. Where will we find Neutron?
Dog:
OK. Give me another meatball and I'll tell you.
(Carpenter
grabs a meatball and throws it down for the dog. The dog wolfs it. Carpenter
and Trapper exchange glances. Carpenter bends nearer the dog. The dog finishes
the meatball with much slurping. Carpenter crouches beside him patiently.)
Dog:
OK listen carefully... I won't repeat this. You understand?
Carpenter:
Yes yes - quick.
Dog:
I know where Neutron is right now. I know the exact address and the exact house
and the exact road...
Carpenter:
OK where is he?
Dog:
He's not in America...
Carpenter:
No?
Dog:
He's not in... Asia!
Carpenter:
No?
Dog:
He's not in.., Australia!
Carpenter:
No?
Dog:
He's in... Europe!
Carpenter:
Yeah?
Dog:
And you wanna know where in Europe?
Carpenter:
Yeah!
Dog:
OK. OK, I'll tell you. He's in England... In London... at Number 19...
(A
sudden explosion completely engulfs them. Cut to the supreme commander's offce.
He is still nude and has an enormous display of talcs and powders on his desk.
He is talkng to the intercom.)
Commander:
OK. That's the Yukon - what's left?
Voice
Only: Ruislip, the Gobi Desert, and your office, sir.
Commander:
OK! Let's start with my office. (a big explosion)
(Cut
to the Gobi Desert. Sweltering heat. We come onto a group opening a GPO box.
There is a line of boxes stretching into the distance asfaras the eye can see.
Arabic is being spoken by the GPO official.)
GPO
Official: Ankwat i odr inkerat Gobi Desert Ulverston Road...
SUBTITLE:
'THIS NEW BOX COMPLETES THE ENCIRCLEMENT OF THE GOBI DESERT'
GPO
Official: Ik artwar, hyaddin... (etc.)
SUBTITLE;
'THE POST OFFICE IS NOW IN A POSITION TO ACHIEVE COMPLETE WORLD DOMINATION'
(A
terrific explosion. Cut to Neutron and Mrs Scum.)
Mr
Neutron: I will take you away from all this Mrs S.C.U.M.
Mrs
Scum: Oh, Mr N... I'd follow you anywhere.
Mr
Neutron: We will have two weeks in Benidorm.
Mrs
Scum: Oh yes ... yes.
Mr
Neutron: And I will make you the most beautiful woman in the world.
(He
stretches out his hands towards her. His piercing eyes narrow in concentration.
There is a flash, a jump cut, and Mrs S stands before him as dumpy and
unattractive as ever, but in a brand new C & A twin set and pearls, a nice
new handbag, and a rather fussy hat.)
Mrs
Scum: Oh... it's beautiful... oh, Mr N, you have made my heart sing... (quick
cut to stock film of bomber then back to Mrs Scum) Late in life's pageant it
may be ... but you have made roses bloom anew for me... (quick flash of bomber
then back to Mrs Scum) Life's rich harvest is being...
Mr
Neutron: Shut up, Mrs S. We must hurry...
(He
takes her hand and pulls her away.)
Mrs
Scum: I'd better leave a note for Ken... he'll be expecting us...
(explosion)
(ANIMATION:
the world destroyed and burning.)
Voice
Over: Has Mr Neutron escaped in time? Is the world utterly destroyed? How can
Mr Neutron and his child bride survive? Will his mighty powers be of any avail
against the holocaust? Stay tuned to this channel.
(Cut
to a man in a grey suit in a studio.)
Man:
Hello. Well in fact what happens is that they are saved by Mr Neutron's mighty
powers just as the last bomb falls on Ruislip.
SUPERIMPOSED
CAPTION: 'A MAN FROM THE "RADIO TIMES"'
Man:
However, the Earth has been blown off its axis, and in a most dramatic and
dangerous and expensive sequence, it spins off into space. There are
appallingly expensive scenes of devastation and horror and the final incredibly
expensive climax is reached as thousands of ape monsters in very expensive
costumes descend from the sky onto these, plug up a whole city which has to be
specially built and fling them all into the sea very expensively. And we can
see those very expensive scenes right now. (the credits start on his TV set)
Just after the credits have gone through... incidentally, these are going to be
the most expensive and lavish scenes ever filmed by the BBC in conjunction with
Time-Life of course ... these are some of the technical people who have been
involved in filming these very expensive scenes, expensive sound, expensive
visual effects there, expensive production assistant, expensive designer...
cheap director. Well you can see those expensive scenes right now.
CAPTION:
'THE END'
‘Conjuring Today’
CAPTION:
'CONJURING TODAY'
(Fade
up on a conjurer with a fright wig and ping-pong eyes. He holds a bloodstained
saw.)
Conjurer:
(Michael Palin) Good evening, last week we learned how to saw a lady in half.
This week we're going to learn how to saw a lady into three bits and dispose of
the body...
(Two
policemen chase him off the set. Thry run past the man from the previous
announcement who is on the phone. On his TV set we see the policemen pursuing
the conjurer.)
Man:
(Eric Idle) Look if you can put on rubbish like that, and 'Horse of the Year
Show', you can afford us another minute, Mr Cotton, please, I mean look at this
load of old... (fades out)
(Fade
up on the entrance to TV Centre. The man walks out.)
Voice
Over: (Eric Idle) World Domination t-shirts are available from BBC, World
Domination Department, Cardiff.
(A man hits him on the head with an absolutely enormous hammer. He falls, stunned. Fade out.)