INT: VIDEO STORE. DAY
RANDAL reads a newspaper. An INDECISIVE CUSTOMER studies the
two rental choices she holds. She looks from one movie to
the other repeatedly.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
(attempting a solicit help)
They say so much, but they never
tell you if it's any good.
RANDAL hardly stirs and continues to read his paper. The
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER half turns to see if her comment was
even heard. She tries again, but this time with a different
approach.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
Are either of these any good?
RANDAL continues to read. The INDECISIVE CUSTOMER tries
harder, then louder and more direct:
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
Sir!
RANDAL continues to read.
RANDAL
(flatly)
What.
The INDECISIVE CUSTOMER holds up her rental choices.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
(politely)
Are either of these any good?
RANDAL, as always, reads on.
RANDAL
(again, flatly)
I don't watch movies.
The INDECISIVE CUSTOMER is a tad flabbergasted, but not put
off.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
Well, have you heard anything about
either of them?
RANDAL does his level best to not get involved.
RANDAL
(reading)
No.
The INDECISIVE CUSTOMER challenges him.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
(in disbelief)
You've never heard anybody say
anything about either movie?
RANDAL (O.C.)
I find it's best to stay out of
other people's affairs.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
(with a new determination)
Well, how about these two movies?
(holds up the same two)
RANDAL continues to read his paper, not looking up.
RANDAL
They suck.
The INDECISIVE CUSTOMER smirks smugly at RANDAL and his
paper. She has caught him.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
I just held up the same two movies.
You're not even paying attention.
RANDAL
No, I wasn't.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
I don't think your manager would
appreciate…
RANDAL
(turning the page)
I don't appreciate your ruse, ma'am.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
I beg your pardon!
RANDAL
(reading on)
Your ruse. Your cunning attempt to
trick me.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
(defending herself)
I only pointed out that you weren't
paying any attention to what I was
saying.
RANDAL
(turning page and reading)
I hope it feels good.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
You hope what feels good?
RANDAL
I hope it feels so good to be right.
There is nothing more exhilarating
than pointing out the shortcomings
of others, is there?
The INDECISIVE CUSTOMER wears a face that belies utter
disbelief in the audacity of this most lackadaisical video
clerk. The unmoving newspaper illustrates the total
disinterest of the news-hungry RANDAL. The INDECISIVE
CUSTOMER shakes her head in disgust and throws the movies
back onto the wall.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
(in a huff)
Well this is the last time I ever
rent here...
RANDAL
You'll be missed.
INDECISIVE CUSTOMER
(losing it altogether)
Screw you!
She storms out. RANDAL is offended. He hops over the counter
and whips the door open.
RANDAL
(calling after her)
You're not allowed to rent here
anymore!
NARRATOR:
The Tale of Sir Robin. So, each of the knights went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favourite minstrels.
MINSTREL: [singing]
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken,
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen–
SIR ROBIN:
That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. Heh. Looks like there's dirty work afoot.
DENNIS:
Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom.
WOMAN:
Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud.
ALL HEADS:
Halt! Who art thou?
MINSTREL: [singing]
He is brave Sir Robin, brave Sir Robin, who–
ROBIN:
Shut up! Um, n-- n-- n-- nobody, really. I'm j-- j-- j-- ju-- just, um-- just passing through.
ALL HEADS:
What do you want?
MINSTREL: [singing]
To fight and–
ROBIN:
Shut up! Um, oo, a-- nothing. Nothing, really. I, uh-- j-- j-- just-- just to, um-- just to p-- pass through, good Sir Knight.
ALL HEADS:
I'm afraid not!
ROBIN:
Ah. W-- well, actually I-- I am a Knight of the Round Table.
ALL HEADS:
You're a Knight of the Round Table?
ROBIN:
I am.
LEFT HEAD:
In that case, I shall have to kill you.
MIDDLE HEAD:
Shall I?
RIGHT HEAD:
Oh, I don't think so.
MIDDLE HEAD:
Well, what do I think?
LEFT HEAD:
I think kill him.
RIGHT HEAD:
Oh, let's be nice to him.
LEFT HEAD:
Oh, shut up.
ROBIN:
Perhaps I could--
LEFT HEAD:
And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!
RIGHT HEAD:
Oh, cut your own head off!
MIDDLE HEAD:
Yes, do us all a favour!
LEFT HEAD:
What?
RIGHT HEAD:
Yapping on all the time.
MIDDLE HEAD:
You're lucky. You're not next to him.
LEFT HEAD:
What do you mean?
MIDDLE HEAD:
You snore!
LEFT HEAD:
Oh, I don't. Anyway, you've got bad breath.
MIDDLE HEAD:
Well, it's only because you don't brush my teeth.
RIGHT HEAD:
Oh, stop bitching and let's go have tea.
LEFT HEAD:
Oh, all right. All right. All right. We'll kill him first and then have tea and biscuits.
MIDDLE HEAD:
Yes.
RIGHT HEAD:
Oh, not biscuits.
LEFT HEAD:
All right. All right, not biscuits, but let's kill him anyway.
ALL HEADS:
Right!
MIDDLE HEAD:
He buggered off.
RIGHT HEAD:
So he has. He's scarpered.
MINSTREL: [singing]
Brave Sir Robin ran away,
ROBIN:
No!
MINSTREL: [singing]
Bravely ran away, away.
ROBIN:
I didn't!
MINSTREL: [singing]
When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled.
ROBIN:
No!
MINSTREL: [singing]
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
ROBIN:
I didn't!
MINSTREL: [singing]
And gallantly, he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet,
ROBIN:
I never did!
MINSTREL: [singing]
He beat a very brave retreat,
ROBIN:
All lies!
MINSTREL: [singing]
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin.
ROBIN:
I never!