02x09 - Episode 9

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SIREN WAILS

The climate crisis is existential.

We must put aside
all national differences.

Oh, Monsieur Mash Potato!
No!

You will not distract me
from saving the planet.

I have impounded
your little scallop boat.

Do something!

He's stealing British fish
and covering us in beurre blanc.

Poor scallops
ain't seen ketchup for days.

What?! Come on, Macron,
you madeleine-muncher!

Bring it, you Bond-loving booby!

Welcome to Scallop Game!

Your dispute will be resolved
in a manner that befits it,

by playing children's games!

Sweet! Boris will smash this!

Rock, paper, scissors.

Begin!

One, two...
Un, deux...

Ha! I win!

MACRON GROANS

Next, Honeycomb Challenge!

Using a pin, you must carefully
carve out the shape.

BORIS BELCHES

He's eaten mine too!

BORIS GROANS

Look, we're just going
round and round.

Shouldn't someone
at least get k*lled?

This is well dodgy.

It's like this muppet wants
this tear-up to go on forever.

An endless w*r about fish?!

What kind of monster
would want that?

BORIS GASPS
Captain Birds Thigh!

Yar! 'Tis I.

All I care about
is keeping fish in the news.

So I be afraid ye'll be
warring here forever! Ha-ha!

Oh, come...

Well, this is a dystopian nightmare.

Still, it beats a seminar at COP26.
Be lucky!

Harry Kane,
your manager sacked by Spurs.

A good decision? Yeah. Well,
it's a shame it didn't work out.

I wish all the best
to Nuno Espirito Santo

and his assistants,
Rui Barbosa and Antonio Dias.

But the thing
about all those guys,

and by guys,
I mean Nuno Espirito Santo,

Rui Barbosa and Antonio Dias,
is that they were all outstanding.

Are they up there

with Salvador Santiago San Sebastian
from Seville?

Now you're just taking
the piss, mate.

Oh!

FIREWORKS CRACKLE

It's the worst time of year,
Aneurin.

Not a general election already,
Sir Keir?

OK, the second worst time of year -
Bonfire Night.

Fireworks are entertaining, flashy,
and the public loves them.

Yes. Everything I stand against
as leader of the Labour Party.

I'm sure it's just some silly boys.
Shall I chase them off?

No, there may well be
unregulated incendiaries out there.

I can't ask you to take such a risk.
This is a job for Foxman!

FANFARE

This one next.

Hello, young people of Britain!

Eurgh! What is that weird smell?

It's mink oil,
adds flair to the tail.

Now, let's have a look in that box.

Sparklers, Catherine wheels,
Roman candles!

It's an Aladdin's cave
of unregulated seasonal fun.

Were these purchased
from a licensed firework retailer

between the 15th of October
and the 10th of November,

or three days before Diwali?

What if they weren't?

Then you'll be sat in front
of a royal commission

at some point in the next
five-to-seven years...

Oh, back off, sweatsocks!

FANFARE

Viral!
You've decided to join forces

to end the tyranny
of light-touch regulation!

I f*cking haven't.
I've come here to party.

Fun with regular people,

that's the way to be
a Labour Party superhero.

FIREWORK BANGS,
FOXMAN HOWLS

Gordon Brown's glass eye,
I wish they wouldn't do that!

What, this?
SHE CHUCKLES

Please stop that!

BANG,
SHE LAUGHS

OK, now it's time for the Foxman
to seek his traditional sanctuary.

CLATTERING

Hiding in a bin
from the threat of conflict.

In no way
a metaphor for the Labour Party.

BANG,
FOXMAN YELPS

Greetings, fellow humans.

We are changing our company name
to Meta.

We're so excited
about this new name,

and so eager to make you
forget the old one,

that all of our users will now get
a powerful electric shock

if you say "Facebook".

FIZZING,
RESTRAINED SQUEAL

Wow!
I can't feel my face.

FIZZING,
MUFFLED SCREAM

OK, it's a little buggy.

FIZZING,
RESTRAINED SQUEAL

OK, it's very buggy.

In addition,
I'm also renaming myself.

That way, I don't have to accept
congressional subpoenas

or search warrants.

My new name was picked
by an algorithm

and I'm seeing it
for the first time.

Stinky Pee Pee Pants.

Well, you've gotta trust
the algorithm.

Finally, to make sure
no-one comes after me

using my old name,
I have a trained lion.

LOW GROWL

He will attack anyone
who says "Mark Zuckerberg".

ROARING

Please! Not my face!

FIZZING,
HE GROANS

HE SCREAMS,
LION GROWLS

CLOCK CHIMES

I appreciate this private audience,
Your Holiness.

The bishops back home
are a little steamed at me

because I'm pro-choice.

President Joe,
I know you are a good Catholic.

Well, thanks.
And thanks for the souvenir hat.

Now, if I could just
get your blessing. Sure.

Nice one, Joe!

Er, I don't think that counts.

Hm? OK. How about this?

HE BEATBOXES MACARENA BEAT

That's the Macarena.

Fine! Fine!

Nuno Espirito Santos!

Great, man.
God love ya.

Cross the fingers,
it doesn't count anyway!

You're going to burn in Hell.

Back to business.

Bad Cardinal Marcello!

Hyah!
MARCELLO YELPS

Hyah!
WHIP CRACKS

MARCELLO YELPS

Yah!
MARCELLO SCREAMS

First Minister,
COP26 was meant to showcase Glasgow,

but all anyone's talking about
are the giant rats.

How many times have I told you?

SHE GRUNTS,
HE GROANS

There are no rats in Glasgow!

RAT CHITTERS

That's not a rat,
it's a Glasgow bonnet.

RAT CHITTERS,
FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

They're breeding in the rubbish
on the streets

because the binmen are on strike!

You've got to meet with the union.

Never use the "U" word in here!

HE GROANS

I'll solve your rat problem.

SHE SCOFFS
Alex Salmond!

Trying to worm your way
back into Scottish politics.

Still, I guess
it's a green solution.

Have at it!
Right, come here, you wee b*stard!

RAT GRUNTS

Wait! Wait!

We should be on the same side.
We should?

Aye. We're both disruptors
who lead street-based movements.

And we both have fleas.

Can an ogre and a rat
really work together?

You've seen my Russia Today show,
I'll get in the sewer with anybody.

Then we have an alliance.

BAGPIPES PLAY

Alec, are you done?

SLURPING,
HE BELCHES

Aye.

That's politics!

FLAMENCO GUITAR

Look at my little orange babies.

Fattening up beautifully for...

# Thanksgiving! #

Yes, they're gorgeous.

SHE GASPS

So carvable.

I'd cut it here and here.

Don't touch Lars,
he's a rescue pumpkin.

Oprah, I really admire you.

You're adored, influential,

the kind of American icon
I'd love to be.

If only you weren't in the way.

What?!

Oh, vegetables,
their lives are so short.

If only you had more
precious time for them,

instead of doing that big interview
with Kamala Harris!

Let me help you.

Give me the Kamala interview.

You know I can do it.

SHE CHUCKLES

Oh, honey,
there can only be one Oprah.

Still, what do gardeners say?

Cut off the old rot
to make way for fresh growth!

OPRAH GASPS

Argh!

I'm covered in zucchini juice!

Ping you later!

THUNDER CLAPS

APPLAUSE

And so, we're delighted
to induct the Foo Fighters

into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame.

Right, Sir Paul?

Oh, yeah,
they're a great little band.

Dave Grohl - he sings, he drums.

Actually, me and John
came up with that idea

on the bus to the Cavern Club.

"Let's have a singing Ringo,"
I said, and John said, "Cool."

OK. Our next inductee is Jay-Z.

CHEERING

Not a lot of people know,
but I invented rap in Hamburg.

The power went out,
so we couldn't play.

John wanted to get high,
but I said,

"Hey, let's just read the lyrics."

Brian Epstein said, "Cool."

Great story.

But maybe we should
get off the stage

and let the inductees
have their moment.

You know, I invented
staying on the stage too long.

Have you heard Hey Jude?

# Na, na-na na-na-na-na. #

They told me I might need this.

THUD,
PAUL GROANS WEAKLY

You know,
I invented the cut to black.

Hello, Emma.
Piers Morgan.

If I'd known this was your show,
I would never have come.

Wait! I know you think of me
as the man who says...

MEGAPHONE ECHOES WITH FEEDBACK:
"Stop moaning, you snowflake!"

But that's not the real me.
No-one can be that horrendous.

But you called me a pathetic loser.

That was just a front,

to hide the fact that I'm actually
the head of a secret service

called The Queensman.
SHE GASPS

Jurgen Klopp, Adele, Joe Wicks,

elite agents using their special
skills and positive mental energy

to protect this nation.
Do you need a tennis player?

There's a t*rror1st plot at
Wimbledon and you're our only hope.

Do you think I can handle it?
Don't worry,

in The Queensman,
job two is protecting the people.

Job one is protecting
your mental health. I'll do it!

Great!

Now, I have to go back undercover.

MEGAPHONE ECHOES WITH FEEDBACK:
"You lazy snowflake!"

So I told Phil,

a PhD does not make you
a licensed medical doctor.

Stop prescribing doctor pills!

HE GASPS
Oprah! Oprah!

The pumpkins!

They're gone!

SHE SCREAMS

And some kind of child
wrote a ransom note.

Wait a minute.

Pumpkin babies, hold on!

Mama's comin'.

OPRAH GRUNTS

Run along, old Oprah.

New Oprah's got an interview to do.

I'm beautiful!

PIERS MORGAN: 'Emma, have you
found the t*rror1st yet?'

Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!

That's the last of them, Piers.

Well done, Emma.
How are you feeling?

Positive and self-approving?

Yeah, but there's a b*mb
in that sports bag.

Careful, that's enough expl*sive
to destroy South West London!

Ha-ha!

And the stress of disarming it

could harm your
positive mental outlook.

Which wire do I cut,
the red or the blue?

Are you feeling anxious, Emma?

Well, obviously a little.

That does it,
I'm scrubbing the mission.

Your mental health
is the only thing that matters.

I'm remotely activating
your super air-spring tennis shoes.

BOING
Whoa!

Right, back undercover.

Wimbledon, totally obliterated.

And all because
some bloody snowflake

couldn't handle the pressure!

What's the matter
with young people today?

PIERS GROANS

I did it for our country's
mental health.

You bloody f*ck!

Hey, everyone, it's me, The Rock.

Whether I'm deciding which Disney
ride I'll make a movie out of next,

or contemplating a run
for President,

nothing helps me relax like a glass
of my delicious Whatamana tequila.

Don't forget me, Lil Nas X.

I like it too.
It's flamboyant like me!

CHUCKLES
I like your style, Lil Nas X!

Hey, what's he doing in MY pocket?

Now, Kevin, you're still my buddy,

but it's good for my image
to branch out,

do movies with other kinds
of lil guys.

Movies with other guys?!
Get out of there!

Hey, hey, hey, stop!

You don't have a problem with me
because I'm flamboyant, do you?

No, no...
Don't read my old tweets.

Hey. You know what would be fun?

If you were both trapped together
under a big glass jar.

No, no, no, don't you jar me!

I like it! Let's dance!

I love a c*ptive audience.

KEVIN WAILS,
NAS WHOOPS

Kamala, as the first female
Vice President of colour,

how did my treatment by the royals
make you feel?

I still don't understand
why Oprah's not here.

Was it my terrible Vogue cover?

I told you,
Oprah slipped on a bar of soap.

You said she was bitten
by a raccoon.

She showers with raccoons!

DOOR OPENS

Markle,
step away from the interviewee!

Sorry, Megs,
I just couldn't be cruel

to those orange pumpkins. I can't
commit ginger-on-ginger crime!

But this is my authentic purpose!

I'm getting impatient!

Stay back, or I'll sh**t!

Keep talking. I'm empathising.

FEEBLE TRICKLE

This thing's not even on.

Let's just go home, Megs.

Gardening is dumb. I'm so tired.

Want me to prosecute?
I lo-o-o-ove to prosecute.

MANIC LAUGH

I think she got it
out of her system.

It's gonna be OK.

My little ones, all safe again.

Wait... where's Baby Darryl?

Look, Harry, we have a new baby.

EVIL LAUGH,
THUNDERCLAP

BIG BEN CHIMES

Tim Davie, it's been a year

since I got you appointed
Director General of the BBC,

and I'm bloody glad I did.

You're completely independent,
completely impartial.

I love you, Boris!

BARKS, SLOBBERS

Good boy, good Timmy.
Have a Timmy treat.

What a year you've had!

Who got rid of that awful
lefty Mash Report for Daddy?

Timmy did! Timmy did!

And who's going to make sure Daddy
gets re-elected

in three years' time?

Timmy will! Timmy will!

But who's still employing that woke
big-eared foghorn, Gary Lineker?

WHINES
Timmy is.

Bad Timmy!
TIMMY YELPS

Oh, I can't stay angry with you
for long.

Now, who's going to show Daddy
how to lick his own ba*ls?

Me, me, me!

SLOBBERS
Good Timmy!

Great job on the campaign poster,
Mitch.

Our voters will appreciate
the subtlety.

If they can see it
through their cataracts, Mike.

Let's face it, for some reason,

young people don't wanna join
the Grand Old Party.

Could be the name.

What if we call it
the Groovy Old Party?

Or the g*y Old Party?
You know, the happy kind of g*y.

No. I brought in a consultant.

Someone with his finger
on the pulse of Gen-Z.

What's up, my dawgs?

Whoa! Slow down, hep cat.

What we need
is an influencer "hype house".

We put our rising Republican stars
together in one crazy compound,

to crank out "hot fire soash meeds"
on TikTok and Instagram.

Check it out.

Hey, Hype House hoes!
Was that offensive?

Sorry, snowflakes.

We're comin' to you
with the freshest GOP content.

And having the one thing Demo-craps
can't cancel...

fun!

Uh-oh.
Someone's been partying too hard.

FOGHORN

Wake up and stop the steal!

'And then this happened...'

I'm Hillary Clinton! I did Benghazi!

I eat babies in a pizzeria!

'And then this happened...'

Hey, that's my milk!

g*n rights!

'Bang. Bang-Bang.'

No!
CANNED LAUGHTER

We already have eight views!

Although half of them are us.

Oh, God. Are those idiots really
the future of the Republican party?

Hyah!

You got a problem with that?

No.

GIULIANI FARTS

Oi, hurry up!
We'll miss the first speaker.

Why'd you wanna come
to a climate change conference?

It's so depressing.
Yeah, it's great!

My new fella's so perfect,

I need something tragic
to get me next album started!

Check it out.

# Polar bears are gonna die... #

VOCALISES

Bit bleak, love. How about I just
get your boyfriend to cheat on you?

Oh! Yeah, nice! Prosecco? Ha!

CACKLES
What am I like?!

"Searching for a wet wipe,

"wondering who else had just given
a hand job in a confessional,

"Indiana Jones was having
quite the day."

The key to writing a blockbuster
adventure movie

is to Fleabag the f*ck out of it.

Deploy the unexpected.

Like a premature ejaculation,
or Olivia Colman.

Oh. I'm here now, am I?

Actually, not Olivia Colman,
because she's in everything.

Ooh, gosh!

I'm Phoebe Waller-Bridge,
and this is my masterclass.

"Now," said Indiana Jones,
"who wants to shag me up the arse?"

Mr President, the new
British ambassador to Moscow...

Tom Daley.

Hiya!

Oh, if it isn't
Mr Boing-Boing-Splash.

We need to talk...
about men who knit.

We do?
Yes!

You're not respecting the rights
of male knitters like myself.

In fact, you're repressing
the entire KCNQ community.

KCNQ...?

Knitting, crochet,
needlepoint, and quilting.

Look, we are not saying men
cannot knit.

We are saying Russia is different
from decadent West.

We have our own craft traditions.
Like nesting dolls.

You mean,
little men going inside big men?

Never thought of it that way.

No more nesting dolls either!

But what's wrong with knitting?
You're wearing a pullover.

It really suits you.
You think?

Brings out the colour of your eyes.
Makes you look strong.

You think it makes me look manly?

Absolutely.

Manliness is very important.

OK, from now on,
we allow male knitting!

To seal the deal,

let's wrestle naked
in front of a roaring log fire!

Erm... actually, I've got
a diving competition to get to.

Also, maybe the President of Russia
wrestling naked with Tom Daley

in front of a roaring log fire
would send out confusing message?

Bah! I like naked wrestling!

TOM WHIMPERS

OK, steady on. Hands to yourself.

Stop it! Vlad!

Hurry up, Hot Flash!

Professor Doom is crossing
the trans-dimensional rift!

I hope they widened it,

because he's really put on
some pounds.

We can't hold off Professor Doom
much longer.

Mom? What's going on?

Melody?
But you and Ryan eloped to Belize.

expl*si*n

I was wrong.

I wanna get married in
the most beautiful place on earth.

This kitchen.

Well, let's not get "ahead"
of ourselves!

As usual, your timing is appalling,
Professor Doom.

I had to tell Melody...
I am her father.

Mom?!

I was a free spirit.

And now, Hot Flash,
will you marry me?!

Well, we've got enough
hors d'oeuvres. Oh!

TUNE: 'Take A Chance On Me'

# I'm gonna marry Doom
In my favourite room... #

Hello, TikTok!

You may have heard
that famous British schools

have been making deals
to get money from China.

But don't worry,
there is no catch.

Good news!

One school now has four Communist
Party members on the board!

Not now, Qian!
Oh!

Anyway, kids, here's a fun dance
called Schoolhouse-Tok

to help you fit
into your new school.

# Welcome to our school
Now do a disco move

# You won't learn anything
That isn't Xi Jinping-approved

# Xi Jinping-approved

# The classes are so fun
The canteen will make you grin

# Have a wet market lunch
Of bat and pangolin

# Pangolin

# Take out your phone
And wave it in the air

# So we can fill it up
With surveillance software

# Google is forbidden
Obedience is great

# Everybody point left
And denounce your schoolmate

# Schoolhouse-Tok is fun
But if you can't relate

# We have a special campus
Where you can... concentrate

# Concentra-a-ate. #

I hope you liked our
Schoolhouse-Tok.

And don't worry if you're not
in our school district.

THREATENING: You will be.

FIREWORKS CRACKLE

Who's ready for a rocket?

But, Dad,
isn't setting off fireworks

a signal that drugs are for sale?

Don't be daft, love!
That's just an urban myth.

FIREWORKS EXPLODE

IMITATES DANCE BEAT

I got your message.
I'll take whatever you've got.

Beans, Charlie,
bit of dinky-do to "level me up".

What's in the box?

It's a Roman candle.

Is that slang for cocaine?

Get lost.

FIREWORKS EXPLODE

Ooh! Unh-unh! They might have ket.

IMITATES DANCE BEAT

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