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Walk Like a Panther Page #7
- Year:
- 2018
- 36 Views
for just one night
Show them all you've got
some fight in you
The fight's
still in you
Let's go back
To the beginning
Let's go back
To when we were winning
Is there a chance...
- Oh.
We're all rooting
for you, Mark.
I mean, we're rooting
for all of us.
Thanks, Dawn.
It means a lot.
Come on.
What's going on?
TREVOR:
You must be herefor the Ginger Storm.
I figure, if we're gonna
do this, we go all in.
No prisoners.
DANNY:
Go on, Mark.
TREVOR:
If you still want meto lead this motley crew...
it would be an honor.
GLENN:
Old times, Bulldog?
Old times, Gladiator.
No pissing about, mind.
We do this proper.
We train hard.
It's not gonna be easy.
We're trying to turn the clock
back nearly 30 bleedin' years.
So no half-arsed
bollocks, right?
Right.
Son of Bulldog.
- DANNY:
Your time has come, pal.- Go on, go for it, lad.
- CLIFF:
Go and get some.- DANNY:
Get in there, son. Go on.GLENN:
This is it, Mark.
This is how
LARA:
Go for it, Mark.
- (SHOUTS)
- (LAUGHTER)
- MARK:
Come on!- (SHOUTING, GROWLING)
Come on!
- You ready for this?
- Are you...
ready for this?
- (CHEERING)
- Ooh, that's ready.
DANNY:
Go on, Mark!
LARA:
Go on, catch him, Mark!
Mix your movements.
he's starting...
I love you, son.
- Eh?
- (TREVOR SHOUTS)
(BELL DINGS)
POPSY:
I've got alittle news for you.
It seems
that your reunion
has garnered interest
from across the seas.
Meaning?
Meaning, you're like
famous and that.
- Like proper famous.
- WAYNE:
You're everywhere. Look at this.BRONSON:
Look how manyfollowers you got here.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
- Is that really me?
- Oh, that's...
H:
You've got overthree million views.
H:
You've thousands oflikes in Australia.
BRONSON:
Gone sat-digital.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
DAWN:
So, um...
What's the catch?
When is this
all gonna go wrong?
There's no catch, Dawn.
Apart from you,
of course.
(CHUCKLES)
A new royal family,
a wild nobility
We are the family
- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
- (SHOUTING)
You see the fall?
You see the...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Look at that. That's homemade.
That's proper homemade, that.
Dawn! Yes! Hot off the press.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
Yes!
- Get it. Yeah, that's it.
- Turn me.
- Easy! Easy! Easy!
- Yeah, yeah, I am.
Time of the essence.
(GROWLING)
Oh! Mum.
Not a bloody word, you big jessie.
You'll be fine.
TREVOR:
And I know we're notas agile as we once were,
but we're gonna give it
a bloody good go.
But one amongst us has
We need a Bob Dylan.
(MUTTERING)
What's a Bob Dylan, Dad?
It's a villain, Mark.
You all know that,
and so does the crowd.
We need somebody
to play the bad guy.
- Or girl.
- I might be bad, Trevor,
but I'm not
that kind of bad.
TONY:
I've got blondhair and blue eyes.
I wear gold. I'm
personification of goodness.
Tony, you might have been transported
here on wings of angels,
but that doesn't change the fact
that for this thing to work,
somebody has to be bad.
- TONY:
Jolly Roger.- Got it.
- The Prince of Darkness, Arse Vader.
- Pope John Brawl II.
- DANNY:
Backstreet Bandit.- TONY:
Locked up.- Busty Malone?
- GLENN:
Knuckles Nicholson.- DEREK:
Turnbuckle Tommy Turgoose.- TONY:
He's dead.- What about you?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Me? Forget it.
The Bulldog
wouldn't go bad.
Neither would
his tag partner.
You've got no chance.
We've got
shiny bomber jackets,
the pose and everything.
HARRY:
There is one.
Lesley Beck.
- Are you off your head?
- No.
When was the last time
we saw Lesley Beck?
He went mad when we got
taken off the air.
What do you mean, "went"?
He always was mad.
Remember when
he ate that badger pelt
- and coughed up hair balls all over Rollerball Rocco?
- Rocco, aye.
- Crackers.
- TONY:
Yeah, bollocks to the badger pelt.Do you remember when he brought
that Shetland pony into the ring
and punched it just
to upset kids?
Out of order.
MARK:
Is he evenstill alive anyway?
Oh yeah,
he's alive all right.
Even death
couldn't take that one.
Well, there's only
one way to find out.
Oh, you can't be serious.
He'll eat me
for his supper.
Trevor, I've got
promotion to do.
- We've gotta get out there and...
- It's your show, you go.
(ALL AGREEING)
- Yeah.
- What he said.
Right. Very well.
Then I shall throw myself on a
grenade to save this battalion.
But I want
close protection.
(SCOFFS) I do not believe
you, Cliff Morris.
It's what you do,
isn't it?
Well, "A," I would not get my
sleek Jag down to that farm,
and two, I'll already be
protecting somebody else.
You don't know
when I'm going.
- TREVOR:
You go tomorrow.- Exactly.
And I'll be closely protecting
somebody else tomorrow.
(STAMMERS)
All day.
DEREK:
Rickson's put adent in our van, Wilson.
That's on you.
DANNY:
And you can replace our '99.
- I didn't ask for this.
- Neither did we.
Driving out to the Yorkshire Moors
to a psychopath's pig farm.
POPSY:
I hate them. With their
snouts and trotters.
They're so oinky.
Oinky?
Yes, oinky!
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(ENGINE STOPS)
That's it.
Beck Farm.
POPSY:
Oh, can't we turn back?
I mean, the house
is scary enough.
DANNY:
We've come this far.
We need him, Popsy.
Trevor's right.
POPSY:
Can't one of youse be bad?Please?
Just for one night,
be the bad guy?
Just open the gate.
How about you open the gate
and I'll drive the van in?
Nobody, I repeat, nobody
drives this ice cream van
except me or me brother.
Now get out
and open that gate.
and leave you here?
All right.
Oh God. Bloody leg.
(PIGS SNORTING)
Bloody hurry up!
(GATE CREAKS)
Of course.
A spooky creak.
Come on.
Hurry up.
Wait, wait. Wait!
Go, go, go, go, go.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Yes, very funny. Just stop the van.
For Christ's sake!
Go on, again.
Again, again, again.
(SPUTTERING)
DANNY:
Oh, he's not happy.
- (BROTHERS LAUGH)
- He runs like a duck.
DEREK:
Come on, you Smurf.
Just wait.
(BROTHERS LAUGHING)
Pair of Dixons.
Come on.
- DANNY:
Come on, Pops.- DEREK:
Don't be so soft. Get in.Hilarious.
Close the window.
- So mature.
- Shut up.
What a couple of cards
- Turn back.
- Why?
Because that suggests
that it might be a good idea.
Behave.
We're not trespassing.
Oh, what? He sent you
a scented invitation, did he?
- Look, you. We're here because...
- I know why we're here!
- And I just wish...
- (LOUD BANG)
- Jesus, Mary, Joseph!
- (LOUD WAILING OINKING)
- What was that?
- A pig. We've hit a bastard pig!
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Calm down! Just calm down!
- (SQUELCHING)
- (SCREAMING)
- (GUN C*CKS)
- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
(TAPPING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
You.
You in the ice cream van.
You owe me a sow.
MARK:
Do you think they'll
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