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Monty Python and the Holy Grail Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1975
- 91 min
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Suggestive poses for the
Antler-care by LIV THATCHER
TITLE OUT:
TITLE IN:
The directors of the firm hired to
continue the credits after the other
people had been sacked, with it to
be known that they have just been
sacked.
The credits have been completed
in an entirely different style at
great expense and at the last
minute.
FADE OUT:
Executive Producer
JOHN GOLDSTONE & "RALPH" The Wonder Llama
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TITLE IN:
Producer
MARK FORSTARTER:
Assisted by
EARL J. LLAMA
MIKE Q. LLAMA III
SY LLAMA:
MERLE Z. LLAMA IX
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Directed by
40 SPECIALLY TRAINED
ECUADORIAN MOUNTAIN LLAMAS
6 VENEZUELAN RED LLAMAS
(CLOSELY RELATED TO THE LLAMA)
76000 BATTERY LLAMAS
FROM "LLAMA-FRESH" FARMS LTD. NEAR PARAGUAY
and
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FADE OUT:
1 EXTERIOR - CASTLE WALLS - DAY
Mist. Several seconds of it swirling about. silence
possibly, atmospheric music. SUPERIMPOSE "England AD 787".
after a few more seconds we hear hoofbeats in the distance.
They come slowly closer. Then out of the mist comes KING ARTHUR
followed by a SERVANT who is banging two half coconuts
together. ARTHUR raises his hand.
ARTHUR:
Whoa there!
SERVANT makes noises of horses halting, with a flourish. ARTHUR
peers through the mist. CUT TO shot from over his shoulder:
castle (e.g. Bodium) rising out of the mist. On the castle
battlements a SOLDIER is dimly seen. He peers down.
SOLDIER:
Halt! Who goes there?
ARTHUR:
It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle
of Camelot. King of all Britons, defeator of the Saxons,
sovereign of all England!
Pause.
SOLDIER:
Get away!
ARTHUR:
I am... And this my trusty servant, Patsy. We have ridden the
length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join
our court at Camelot.. I must speak with your lord and master.
SOLDIER:
What? Ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR:
Yes!
SOLDIER:
You're using coconuts!
ARTHUR:
...What?
SOLDIER:
You've got two empty halves of coconuts and you're banging
them together.
ARTHUR:
(Scornfully)
So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this
land, through the kingdom of Mercea.
SOLDIER:
Where did you get the coconuts?
ARTHUR:
Through ... We found them.
SOLDIER:
Found them? In Mercea. The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR:
What do you mean?
SOLDIER:
Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR:
The swallow may fly south with the sun, or the house martin
or the plover seek warmer hot lands in winter, yet these are
not strangers to our land.
SOLDIER:
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
ARTHUR:
Not at all. They could be carried.
SOLDIER:
What? A swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:
Why not?
SOLDIER:
I'll tell you why not ... because a swallow is about eight
inches long and weighs five ounces, and you'd be lucky
to find a coconut under a pound.
ARTHUR:
It could grip it by the husk ...
SOLDIER:
It's not a question of where he grips it, It's a simple
matter of weight - ratios ... A five-ounce bird could not
hold a a one pound coconut.
ARTHUR:
Well, it doesn't matter. Go and tell your master that
Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here.
A Slight pause. Swirling mist. Silence.
SOLDIER:
Look! To maintain Velocity, a swallow needs to beat
its wings four hundred and ninety three times every
second. right?
ARTHUR:
(irritated)
Please!
SOLDIER:
Am I right?
ARTHUR:
I'm not interested.
SECOND SOLDIER:
(who has loomed up on the battlements)
It could be carried by an African swallow!
FIRST SOLDIER:
Oh yes! An African swallow maybe ... but not a European
swallow. that's my point.
SECOND SOLDIER:
ARTHUR:
(losing patience)
Will you ask your master if he wants to join the Knights
of Camelot?!
FIRST SOLDIER:
But then of course African swallows are non-migratory.
SECOND SOLDIER:
Oh yes.
ARTHUR raises his eyes heavenwards and nods to PATSY. They turn
and go off into the mist.
FIRST SOLDIER:
So they wouldn't be able to bring a coconut back anyway.
SECOND SOLDIER:
Wait a minute! Suppose two swallows carried it together?
FIRST SOLDIER:
No, they'd have to have it on a line.
Stillness. Silence again.
2 ANIMATION/LIVE ACTION SEQUENCE - DEATH AND DEVASTATION
CUT TO Terry Gilliam's sequence of Brueghel prints. Sounds of
strange medieval music. Discordant and sparse. Wailings and
groanings. The last picture mixes through into live action.
BIG CLOSE UP of contorted face upside down. A leg falls across
it. Creaking noise. The bodies lurch away from CAMERA to
reveal they are amongst a huge pile of bodies on a swaying cart
that is lumbering away from CAMERA. It is pulled by a couple of
ragged, dirty emaciated WRETCHES. Behind the cart walks another
MAN who looks slightly more prosperous, but only on the scale
of complete and utter impoverishment. He wears a black hood and
looks sinister.
CART DRIVER:
Bring out your dead!
We follow the cart through a wretched, impoverished plague-ridden
village. A few starved mongrels run about in the mud scavenging.
In the open doorway of one house perhaps we jug glimpse a pair of
legs dangling from the ceiling. In another doorway an OLD WOMAN
is beating a cat against a wall rather like one does with a mat.
The cart passes round a dead donkey or cow in the mud. And a MAN
tied to a cart is being hammered to death by four NUNS with
huge mallets.
CART DRIVER:
Bring out your dead!
There are legs stick out of windows and doors. Two MEN are fighting
in the mud - covered from head to foot in it. Another MAN is on his
hands in knees shovelling mud into his mouth. We just catch
sight of a MAN falling into a well.
CART DRIVER:
Bring out your dead!
LARGE MAN:
Here's one!
CART DRIVER:
Ninepence.
BODY:
I'm not dead!
CART DRIVER:
What?
LARGE MAN:
Nothing... There's your ninepence.
BODY:
I'm not dead!
CART DRIVER:
'Ere. He says he's not dead.
LARGE MAN:
Yes he is.
BODY:
I'm not!
CART DRIVER:
He isn't.
LARGE MAN:
He will be soon. He's very ill.
BODY:
I'm getting better!
LARGE MAN:
You're not. You'll be stone dead in a few minutes.
CART DRIVER:
I can't take him like this. It's against regulations.
BODY:
I don't want to go on the cart.
LARGE MAN:
Don't be such a baby.
CART DRIVER:
I can't take him.
BODY:
I feel fine.
LARGE MAN:
Do me a favour.
CART DRIVER:
I can't.
LARGE MAN:
Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes. He won't
be long.
CART DRIVER:
I promised I'd be at the Robinson's. They've lost nine
today.
LARGE MAN:
When's your next round?
CART DRIVER:
Thursday.
BODY:
I think I'll go for a walk.
LARGE MAN:
You're not fooling anyone you know.
(to CART DRIVER)
Isn't there anything you could do?
BODY:
(singing unrecognisably)
I feel happy... I feel happy.
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