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Title: Gentlemen's Bereavement

Series: Gm clots

Writer: P E Leody

SYNOPIS: MIKE AND JUDE ARE ASKED BY THE PROFESSOR TO INVESTIGATE A SPACE CRAFT THAT HAS LANDED ON EARTH. USING A TIME TRAVELLATOR THEY BOARD THE CRAFT AND FIND ITS CARGO IS FROZEN HUMAN BODIES. THEY FOLLOW ITS PILOT TO A SPACE STATION WHERE IT SEEMS TO BE CONDUCTING A TRADE IN HUMANS. THEY STEAL THE CRAFT BUT UNABLE TO CONTROL IT STEER IT STRAIGHT INTO A SUN. THEY ESCAPE VIA THE TIME TRAVELLATOR TO BE TOLD THE CARGO WAS ACTUALLY EARTH'S GREATEST MINDS ON AN EXCHANGE VISIT IN SUSPENDED ANIMATION.

PAGE 1


A map of the world. Actually a game of Risk in progress. It looks like an alternative future as some countries belong to strange empires

Caption: IT IS A TIME OF UNREST AND UNCERTAINTY IN EUROPE


Mike pushes a small tray with 3 shots (small glasses) of Ouzo (fire water) on to a table that already has 2 shots of Sambuca (aniseed fire water)

MIKE: MY GRECIAN SUPER SOLDIER ARMY ADVANCES ON YOUR PITIFUL BUNCH OF ITALIAN PEASANTS

JUDE: MY GENETICALLY MODIFIED UBER ROMANS PREPARE TO FIGHT


The war is achieved by a drinks race. Mike raises a first glass of Jude's Sambuca

MIKE: MY GREEKS LAUNCH A FAST FORWARD DEFENSIVE


Jude raises a first glass of Mike's Ouzo

JUDE: MY ROMANS PART TO LET THEM THROUGH AND THEN ENCLOSE THEM IN A VICIOUS PINCER AMBUSH


Mike slams a second glass of Jude's Sambuca on to the table, the contents fly up high, as a phone rings

MIKE: ITS ONLY A DUMMY ATTACK TO DISGUISE THE PACHYDERM CAVALRY

Sfx: RING


The Professor speaks through his headset to the warring pair

PROFESSOR: MIKE, JUDE I'VE GOT A JOB FOR YOU. I'M PICKING UP STRANGE READINGS FROM TRAFALGAR SQUARE, HELLO ARE YOU THERE?

JUDE: THAT'LL BE MY SPECIAL FORCES


Mike drags Jude out of the pub to investigate the Professor's readings. Jude is still trying to finish off the drinks on the table

JUDE: MY ROMANS UNLEASH TRIGAN'S FINEST, THE GIANT RALLUS

MIKE: SO MY PACHYDERMS FLEE TRAMPLING MY TROOPS, YOU WIN LETS GO.

PAGE 2


Mike and Jude wander round an empty Trafalgar square

JUDE: NOT MUCH GOING ON ROUND HERE

MIKE: FANCY A MONOPOLY PUB CRAWL?


On top of Nelson's column balances an alien space craft. Looking down on this from a great height the pair are very small. Jude looks up

JUDE: ERH MIKE THERE'S PLENTY GOING ON UP THERE

MIKE: DO NOT PASS GO


Jude pulls out a the time travellator. He presses a button and the pair are enveloped in a swirling vortex

Sfx: KERTHWORP

JUDE: I KNOW WE SWORE WE'D NEVER USE THIS AGAIN

MIKE: WE HAVE TO, I AINT CLIMBING NO COLUMN THAT DOESN'T HAVE A VIEWING BAR AT THE TOP


The pair materialise above the space craft in a swirling vortex and fall back down towards earth and the craft

MIKE: BIT HIGH MATE

JUDE: NOT HIGH ENOUGH THIS IS GOING TO HURT


Mike finds an entry hatch on the space craft and prepares to enter it. Jude has walked to the precipice and it's mucking around

MIKE: WHAT CHA DOING?

JUDE: ITS SAYS HERE *MY OTHER CRAFT IS CIGAR SHAPED*


Inside the craft Jude is shivering, Mike has seen something horrendous

JUDE: BLEEDING FREEZING IN HERE

MIKE: YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?


A load of old wrinkled bodies in clear plastic bags hanging up frozen

JUDE: LOOKS LIKE SOME ONE'S ORDERED EARTH'S DELICACY

MIKE: YEAH A MEAT FEAST

PAGE 3


The craft takes off and Mike and Jude are thrown back by the acceleration

JUDE: BETTER CALL THE PROFESSOR


The space craft zooms away from Earth at a vast speed

MIKE: WELL LOOK OUT FOR A PAYPHONE THEN, HE'S WELL OUT OF RANGE


Mike and Jude can be seen looking out of a porthole of the craft

JUDE: I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE SOMETHING BEGINNING WITH *S*?


As the spacecraft journeys onwards a spec in the distance can be seen

MIKE: SPACE?, SOMETHING OUT THERE?, SPEC?, SOLID OBJECT?


The mysterious object comes into view it is a good old fashioned wheel spoked space station

JUDE: NO, SPACE STATION

MIKE: STATION!


Mike and Jude hide behind a potted palm in the space station

JUDE: ACT NORMALLY AND IF YOU CAN'T DO THAT TRY NONCHALANT

MIKE: WE'RE THE ONLY THINGS THAT DON'T LOOK LIKE AN AMATEUR COMIC ARTISTS CONVENTION


The alien craft's pilot counts some money as two other aliens walk off with body bags from the space craft, over their shoulders

JUDE: UNBELIEVABLE HE SELLING ON THE CORPSES JUST LIKE.. MEAT

MIKE: SPOOKY

JUDE: D'YOU RECON THERE'S MONEY TO BE MADE HERE?

PAGE 4


Mike and Jude scamper up the steps leading to the space craft they arrived in

JUDE: QUICK WE MUST PUT A STOP TO THIS

MIKE: COULDN'T WE JUST STEAL THE CARGO AND SELL IT ON OURSELVES?


Jude leans against the door leading into the spacecraft to prevent anyone following him. Mike sabotages the electric lock jamming the door shut

Sfx: KERFIZZ

MIKE: THAT SHOULD HOLD THEM

JUDE: THEY'RE ALIENS THEY COULD BE CAPABLE OF ANYTHING

MIKE: NO THEY HAVEN'T INVENTED RIBBON CABLE OR TERMINAL BLOCKS.


Mike and Jude stand on the craft's control deck. A mesmerizing and confusing set of controls lie in front of them

JUDE: DOES THE WINNER OF RISK, RISK MORE OR PLAY SAFER?


Jude shields his eyes and presses a button randomly

JUDE: NAPOLEON SAID HE CHOSE HIS GENERALS FOR THEIR LUCK


The craft launches immediately and soars off in space. The original alien owner of the craft hammers at the airlock door watching it disappear.

JUDE: WHEN HIS BOSS FINDS OUT HE LOST HIS CARGO HE'LL GET THE ELBOW

MIKE: MORE LIKE ELBA


Mike and Jude stand in front of a 3D star chart

JUDE: GIVEN WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE OR HOW TO STEER, WHERE SHALL HE GO?


The space craft heads towards a huge blazing sun

MIKE: ANYWHERE BUT THAT MOLTEN BALL OF LAVA REALLY

PAGE 5


Mike and Jude hastily try to get the time travellator to work

JUDE: ITS FIELD ISN'T BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE THE WHOLE CRAFT

MIKE: HURRY UP I CAN HEAR GROANING NOISES


The craft plunges in to the suns and is absorbed inconsequentially. A little puff of gas is all that can be seen

JUDE: EITHER IT'S CREAKING DUE TO EXPANSION

MIKE: OR THE CARGO IS WAKING UP


Mike and Jude reappear in the Professor's office with their backs to his desk

Sfx: KERTHWORP

JUDE: FIRST IT'S TOO COLD

MIKE: NOW IT'S TOO HOT


The Professor walks round talk to him

PROFESSOR: DIDN'T CATCH HIM THEN, WAS A LONG SHOT I SUPPOSE. HE WAS GOING WITH ALL OUR GREATEST MINDS ON AN EXCHANGE VISIT A LONG LONG WAY AWAY


Mike and Jude look sheepish

MIKE: SO LONG HE WAS PUT IN SUSPENDED ANIMATION?


The professor motions towards a beautiful woman in his office

PROFESSOR: YES. HE LEFT THIS PROTOTYPE FOR US TO TEST WITH. A PERFECT FEMBOT. BUT HE FORGOT TO LEAVE HER ACTIVATION PASSWORD


Mike and Jude hit each other on the head

JUDE: PERFECT FEMBOT

MIKE: TEST PROTOTYPE

PROFESSOR: CORRECT BUT NO PASSWORD

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