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♪ Look at my glove, I think I'm in love
with my medieval gauntlet

♪ I'm happy to say that today all day

♪ I'll stride around the flat
and flaunt it. ♪

Prepare to die, Doctor Doolittle!

♪ Oh, look at that prick, he makes me sick

♪ He's filled my house with garbage

♪ It's time that he went
and left me in peace

♪ And took his shitty gauntlet with him. ♪

Morning, Bob.

Why? Nobody's died, have they?

What are you doing?

I was just admiring
this graduation picture of yours.

It... it's so good. It's so fabulous,
I think I might point at it all day.

Well, I can perfectly understand that,
because... a very powerful image, isn't it?

But actually, Vic, I want a word with you.

Could you just sit down for me, please?
Just for a minute.

Not again!

Will you sit down, please?

This is a perfect example, Vic,

of the general fannying about

and whimbrelling
that I want to have a word with you about.

Excuse me! I hardly ever whimbrel.

Oh, you do whimbrel. Root-tee-toot-toot!
You're the king of the whimbrel, Vic.

There's the continued confusion
between toilet rolls and curtains.

And this place is not Colditz, Vic.

I don't need an extensive tunnel network
under the premises.

I don't know
what you're talking about, really.

And what's with that fire damage
in the bathroom?

Hey, that was nothing to do with me!

I was simply having my dinner in the bath,

with a nice bottle of wine
and some candles,

and a sausage swam away
from the plate, drifted off,

and I reached out and grabbed it

and knocked in the wine,
knocked in the candles, kaboom!

Vic. Vic, Vic, Vic, Vic.

Why is it always you
that suffers from sausage drift?

And kaboom? Wine isn't flammable, Vic.

The sort I drink is.

But most of all, Vic, it's this junk.

The painting of a pygmy,
these delicious pineapples,

the gas masks and outfits. Honestly, Vic,

you know, you're rapidly turning into
Mr Dirty Feathers.

Look, Bob, I can change.
I promise you I'll change. I can yield.

You can't change, Vic.
You're fully realised. Do you understand?

I mean, look at this junk.
What if I wanted to bring a lady back?

Oh, yeah? When's this happening, then?

No, I'm not saying it's happening,
but it could happen, couldn't it?

You know, there might be a woman
who'd take a punt on my face.

That happened to me once,
and I didn't have any toilet roll.

Vic, I said '"punt'".

So, what's her name?

I don't know.
I haven't met her yet, have I?

- What does she look like?
- If I'm lucky...

Oh, if you're lucky, yeah?

...if I'm lucky...
- Yeah, if you're lucky.

...she'll look like Sandi Toksvig.

- Eh? Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you, though?
- Wouldn't you?

- Yeah, you would, yeah.
- Wouldn't you?

You would, though, wouldn't you?

I had a really Sandi Toksvig
once after a beach picnic.

And did you have
any toilet roll this time?

No, I just rinsed it off with a hose pipe.

Yeah.

The thing is, Vic,
what I think I'm really trying to say is,

I think it's actually time that you left.

You know, I think it's time
that we took a '"break'".

Oh, please. Come on.

Vic, clawing at my magnificent chest
is not going to change my mind.

Not this time, Vic.

- Were you expecting a hat?
- Eh?

Oh, it's Beef. Come in, Beef!

♪ My name is Beef, I'm a hard-lovin' beast

♪ And I live next door to these two

♪ I travel this land, removing my pants

♪ While making love to African ladies. ♪

All right, Beef? Hey, I like your hat.

It's made of wood.

Black wood.

Pineapples!

The fruit of kings, grown in Antigua

and plucked by heavenly, sweating,
topless beauties

with thighs like granite

and hairless arms as long as oars.

Beef? Beef? Any news?

- Yes. Draw near.
- Yeah?

- Nearer still.
- OK.

- No, you'll have to come nearer.
- All right.

That's it.

I've procured you a date
this afternoon with a woman.

- With a woman?
- Yes.

- This afternoon?
- Yes.

Afternoon delight!

Do you know what...
do you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to watch a movie with her.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I happen to know she enjoys
Conan The Barbarian.

- Right.
- Which is on at 2.30.

Do you know what channel, Beef?

- It's far down the menu near the nines.
- Mm.

Amongst the fishing shit,
but not as far as the Welsh stuff.

Yeah, that is deep.
That's very, very deep.

- Yes.
- Yes.

- So, what's she like?
- Just your type.

- Yeah?
- Like a tugboat.

Hefty, charred, easy to pull,
and with a water cannon on her prow.

Wow. Yeah, a bit like a trawler.

Squat, powerful, hard-working,

- full of herrings. Yeah.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Do you know,
she's the Sandi Toksvig type!

Ooh, yes, please!

What the hell is that clown doing?

Oh, it's his home-brew, Beef.

Vic! What's that you're brewing?

It's a nice crisp Chardonnay.

With breezy summer high notes
and a bit of a kick.

It smells like Lynx.

Well, I'm aiming it primarily
at the teen market.

Oh, right. So, what are you doing
this afternoon, Beef?

I think I might go and take a look
at a rather large and beautiful Ruby.

- Wow. Where's this ruby at?
- She works at the launderette.

She's an exquisite Kenyan elder
with an arse the size of a Fiat 500.

Mm. She sounds lovely.

She's all right.

Hey, well, thanks, Beef!
You're incredible!

That much I do know.

Hey, Vic, have you heard the news?

Beef's arranged a date for me
this afternoon.

I'm going to watch
Conan The Barbarian.

Brilliant! Well, let's get you sorted out.

No, Vic, I don't need you interfering.

Every time I have a date, you ruin it
for me. Do you remember last time?

Mm, no, I can't remember that far back.

Forget Conan. Why don't you show her
one of your DVDs from your collection?

- Yeah?
- How about Taken?

No, somebody nicked that.

Missing?

Missing, no. I can't find that anywhere.

Gone In 60 Seconds.

That's not a bad call, that, Vic.

Ah, it was here a minute ago.

What a surprise!

No, I'm going to be fine with Conan.

Beef says it's on telly
this afternoon at half-two,

one of those channels that's
pretty deep into the menu, apparently.

- Deep down into the abyss of the menu?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Is it as far as the Welsh stuff?
- Oh, no. No, it's not that far, Vic.

So, if it's further back, then,
it's probably sandwiched

somewhere in between
forensic pets and psychic cutlery.

Right, well, that'll be easy to find, Vic.

Good. Right. So, we've got your drink
sorted out, we've got your movie.

You never know, Bob.

She's all loosened up.
You might get your grip.

I would like to get my grip, Vic.

Why don't we ask your son
if we can borrow his sofa bed?

Ah!

- Stand back.
- Give it a go.

Er... Bloodaxe?

Thor? Horst? Bengt?

- It's Erik.
- Erik? Erik?

♪ I am Bob's son from a liaison

♪ With a thickset woman from Norway

♪ She was sat on the docks
wearing nothing but socks

♪ She looked a bit like Sandi Toksvig. ♪

- Erik.
- Hey.

Hey, um... I was just wondering
if I could borrow your sofa bed.

Er... let me think. Er... no.

Tell him why.

Well, it's just I was, er...
hoping maybe to get my grip.

Oh, that is disgusting.

Huh-huh-eurgh!

Huh-eurgh!

Eurgh! Heurgh!

Heurgh!

Eurgh! Heurgh!

Eurgh!

Right, never mind that. OK. Let's go
into the kitchen and sort your menu out!

Oh, couldn't you just leave, Vic?
You're going to have to

get over the pygmy picture first.

Give us a leg up.

Push.

Ooh! Ooh, you stink. Where have you been?

I've been down the dog pound.
I thought you could get a dog for a pound.

Push!

Are you all right, Princess?

Yes, thank you for asking, yes. Fine.

So, how do I get over now, Vic?

- You see that trampette?
- Trampette? What trampette?

Hang on a minute.

Right. Come here. Come on. Follow my eyes.

Watch 'em.

Down there. Can you see?

Oh, here it is.
Trampette, yeah. Thanks, Vic.

Put that in the middle of the room,
take a run up and jump over.

Yeah, I know how to use it.
You're staying there, are you?

Yeah, I want to see your little balls as
they pass over and enjoy myself for once.

Your cupboards were pretty bare, Vic.

All I could find was, er... this marrow
and this inner tube.

Well, that'll make a really nice salad
in combination with the tinned pineapples.

- Tropical.
- Yeah. No, it could work.

So, Vic, um... I think that's probably
all the help I actually need.

Please, Vic,
I think it's probably time, yeah,

that you made your arrangements,
got yourself out of the flat

and left me to enjoy my date,
yeah, watching Conan.

No!

No!

My date!

- Put this round your neck.
- No, Bob, please.

- Put it round your neck, fella.
- Bob, don't do this.

That is the final whimbrel
you will carry out on these premises.

Bob, I know how this is going to end
and it's not going to be pretty!

Please don't do this.

- The date is ruined, Vic!
- Bob, I promise I'll get you a new telly!

I'll sort you out with the best date
you've ever had...

Yeah. Just eat this.

Ha!

That would have made a nice salad.

Oh, would it?

How are you going to get me a television?

Maybe not.

I'll phone Beef.
He always comes up trumps.

Hm.

It's on speed-dial, Vic.

Hi, Beef, yeah.

Pretty good, actually, yeah.

Yeah, we're just wondering if you've got
a TV we could borrow for the afternoon.

All right, brilliant, thanks.
See you in a minute.

- Yeah?
- He's coming round directly.

Hey, when he comes round,
don't let him hang about, Vic.

He'll ruin my date for me.
You know what he's like.

Whoa, Beef, that was quick!

Here's your telly.

- We're watching Conan The Barbarian.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- I'm watching Conan The Barbarian
- He's watching Conan The Barbarian.

I know you are. Yes. I love that film.
He rules a kingdom with a sword.

She rules him with her heaving tits
clad in metalwork.

It's amazing. May I join you?

- Yeah, join us.
- Oh, Vic!

Uarrgh!

Hee-hee!

I see, getting in the Conan mood.
Yes, yes.

Get that telly sorted out!

Set it up for me!

Now!

Yes, Your Majesty.
Yes, sir. Come on, then.

Erik?

Ah, Erik.

Thank you, Erik.

Um... Erik,
Vic and Beef are hanging around

and I just wondered if maybe
you could take 'em out for me.

Shoot them? Not a problem.

Thank you, Father.

No, Erik, I don't want to shoot them.

Could you just take 'em out somewhere
nice? You know, maybe the park?

To the park? Like a man who is gay?

No.

- So, where do these go, then, Beef?
- I haven't got a clue, love.

I used it once to watch Blacula,
but I couldn't see a thing.

- Look, it's still in here.
- There it is.

Oh, Vic, that's a microwave.

Is that a good thing?

No, Beef, it cooks food.

A TV that cooks food?

- A television that cooks food?
- God, I love living in the future!

Vic, I didn't actually
want it to come to this,

but I'm going to have to ask you
to go next door and ask Julie

- if you can borrow her television.
- Oh, but, no...

- I know.
- Bob, don't do this to me,

not after what happened last time. Please!

Vic, it'll be OK.

Look, just take this pepper next door with
you in case she gets a bit randy, Vic.

But good luck. Go and get me that telly.

Good boy. Go on, off you go.

A TV that cooks food
that is called a microwave.

Now, let's see about this.

Ha-ha! Ooh! A firework display.

Oh, hello, Vic!

What a lovely surprise!

Come in. Make yourself at home.

It's all right, Julie. Thank you.
I was just leaving, actually.

Don't be daft. You've only just arrived.

Come and sit down, hm?

Take a seat.

Here, look.

- Here, try this.
- I'm all right, thanks.

No, please try it. It's really important
to me that you do. Just taste it.

- Do you like it?
- It's lovely.

There's nothing there, you silly boy!

Look, I've got ten minutes.

We could do something, you know,
something that takes ten minutes.

Good God!

What was that?

A microwave?

What?

Er... are you going somewhere?

Oh, yeah, I've got an overnight stay
in Luton for one of my book signings.

Oh. So, could we borrow your television
for the afternoon, please?

No, absolutely not.
Sorry, it's an heirloom.

Ah! Julie, I really have to go now, Julie.

No need to go, Vic.
Come on, stay and have a drink.

Look, I've got nine more minutes.

Nine more minutes means nine more sexes.

What do you mean, nine more sexes?
We haven't had any sexes.

Oh, I think you'll find we have.
Don't you remember the spoon?

- That was a sex?
- Yes.

Well, I can't wait to tell Bob.

Look, you can borrow my telly if...
you buff my Barnaby Rudge.

I suppose we ought to get going,
really. Am I driving?

Yes. What fun! Fab-oo! Let's go.

Woodpecker?

Robot?

Intruder?

Take anything you want but my backside!

♪ I am Bosh, I'm the brother of Vic
and I just got out of prison

♪ I need somewhere to live

♪ I don't care who with
as long it's under a pound, you know. ♪

Hey.

Oh, not another one!
What are you doing here?

Oh, Beef, this is...
this is Bosh, Vic's brother.

- Bish?
- No, Bosh.

- Bish Bosh?
- No, Beef. Bosh.

- Not Bish Bosh?
- No, Beef, just Bosh.

And why Bosh?

Cos I always use Bosch power tools

when I'm working with my two mates,
Black & Decker. Ha-ha!

Only joking. No, I work alone, don't we?

- Aye aye!
- I've just had sex.

Well, never mind that, Vic.
Your brother's arrived now.

Yeah. Ah, yeah.

Um... well, the doctor said
he should have 24 hours' bed rest

because he's contracted...

whooping cough.

Haven't you? Haven't you?

Yeah, that's right,
I've got whooping cough. Yeah.

Ahem! Whoo! Ahem! Whoo! Ahem!

- That is terrible.
- Who says?

So, I said he could stay here overnight.

It's all right.
You won't even know he's here.

- It's just for one night, yeah?
- Yeah, that's right. Ye-ea-ah, it is!

You're going to have to share a room
with Vic, you know.

Yeah, well, that's where you're wrong,
cos I don't mind sharing, you twat!

I've been sharing a cell
for the last three years.

- Oh, he's been in prison?
- Yeah. So what?

You mentioned the underworld?

That turns me on hard.
What were you in for?

Er... crime.

Well, obviously, crime.
What kind of crime?

- You know, it was mainly Rachel.
- Racial?!

- That's a bit heavy, isn't it?
- Not racial-racial, you twat.

Rachel, my ex-girlfriend, right?

She grassed me up for burglary,
receiving stolen goods and, er... sodomy.

Sodomy? Yes.

No, not sodomy, no.
Er... robbery. Robbery.

- Bosh?
- Hm?

Bosh, would you mind maybe just going
straight up to the room now

and just staying there
for the afternoon, please?

He's got a date with a woman.
He's watching Conan The Barbarian.

Hold on a minute, Bosh.

That's my trophy.

'"To Bob, for being a clever boy
on the toilet, 2010.'"

- What are you doing with that?
- All right. Well, you know.

Have it back,
if it means that much to you!

Actually, I'll be off myself.
I could do with an Eartha Kitt.

This date is looking very unlikely, Vic.

I haven't got a telly, the house
is filling up with unwelcome men,

one of whom is having a shit
in the kitchen as we speak.

Will you just get out, Vic?
Please, will you just go?

Look, Bob, I'm sorry I let you down!

Just get out, Vic.

- I'll go.
- Yeah, just go, please.

All right, I've gone!

- I can still see you, Vic.
- No, you can't!

- Vic, I can still see you!
- Bob, what do you want from me?

- Why don't you...
- No!

Why don't you watch Conan
at your... at your neighbour's?

She's gone away to Luton for the night.

Well, why don't you just break in?

Bosh, you can't just break into someone's
premises without their permission.

Oh, well, who said owt
about going in to the house?

See? No need to go in.
You just have to watch it from here.

Julie is going to kill us, Bosh.

Oh, don't worry about that.
I'll just plaster this lot up afterwards.

She'll never even know we've been here.

Yeah, but how are we going to turn
the telly on? We need to get the remote.

Yep, well, this is where
I come into the plan.

Oh, no, Vic. You're not going
to do a dirty burgle, are you?

- We don't want another Chatsworth.
- No. Please, no.

OK. Come on, Bosh.

Good luck, Vic.

You all right?

He's got it. Come on, Vic.
Get out of there.

Come on, get out.

I'm stuck, lads. I think I'm stuck.

- All right, all right.
- Stuck solid, man.

- Hold on. You grab his arms, Bosh.
- All right, all right.

Ugh! Ugh! It's not working, lads.

- Try something else.
- All right. I've got an idea.

- Give me the wrench. Grab his arms.
- OK.

Ugh!

It's not working!

It's not working. Think of something!
Something else.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Ugh!

- That's not working either.
- Aah!

- Think of something. Think of something.
- Think, man. Think, Bob.

Think!

Vic, I've got an idea.

Hi. Yeah, is that the beach?

Yeah. Um... it's Bob speaking.

Yeah, I just wondered if maybe we could
borrow one of your donkeys this afternoon.

Yeah, Mr Boffo, if you could.
He's got such a lovely temp...

- Oh, they've gone, Vic.
- Ah!

OK, lads. You need to get a move on,
cos she's just pulled up outside.

Julie's back, Vic. Julie's back!

Aah! Come here, come here.
I've got an idea.

- Pss, pss, pss, pss.
- Yes.

Pss, pss, pss, pss, pss.

Ah!

No, madam! You can't go in there.

I'm sorry.
There's been a terrible gas leak.

- Gas leak? How exciting.
- Yeah.

I'm afraid you'll have to vacate
the premises for the afternoon.

- How thrilling!
- Yeah.

Now, I've arranged with next door

that you can stay with them
for the duration of the works.

Oh, what fun!

Whoa! That is a lodgment!

Oh, hello!

Ugh!

I thought you'd gone away for the night.

Too drunk to drive.

- I've had a boob job, you know.
- I didn't know.

- Didn't you know? I thought you knew.
- No, I didn't know.

I thought you knew.
You did know, didn't you?

- I didn't know.
- I thought you knew.

No, I didn't know. They're very nice,
though, very modern-looking.

Thanks.

Where did you get them done?
In the town centre?

Yes, yes. At Timpson's.
They don't just do heels, you know.

Oh. Why don't you give them a touch?
They're ever so real.

Ah, it's OK. I'm all right, thank you.

Come on, don't be shy. Give them a plump.

Very interesting.
Come and join me on the sofa.

I'm all right. I always crouch here
when it's nearly half past two!

- I'll just have to come to you, then.
- Yeah, why not?

And hurry up!

Oh, very masterful!

- Where are your glasses?
- In the kitchen.

Red or white, Martin?

I've found one,
but it's got lipstick on it.

Just give it a wipe round the rim
with a dishcloth.

The tap won't turn off now.

Stick the dishcloth up the hole!

Oh!

It won't stay up.

Well, get a teaspoon,
stick it up the hole and ram it home!

Ooh!

Here, have a drink.

Thanks. I think I need one.

Oh, look, we've just run out of wine. I'll
have to go next door and get another one.

No, don't do that. No, no. No, don't.

Look, there's wine there.

Oh.

It's a nice crisp Chardonnay
with floral summer high notes.

And a bit of a kick.

Push!

- Ooh!
- No good, Vic.

I didn't want to have to do this

but I'm going to have to deploy
the Heidenberg Stretch!

No, Bob! No, not the Heidenberg Stretch!

Yes, I'm afraid so, Vic.

I've secured your plums!

Be... gentle.

Oh!

- Ooh, what happened here, Vic?
- Chardonnay.

What the hell is this? Some kind of

gas and no-trouser party
you've not told me about?

Your date's outside and she's furious.

So am I, actually, Beef, you know.
Tell us about it. This place...

I'm trying to have a date.
This place is like a crime scene.

It stinks of Lynx.
I haven't got a television.

You have had a shit in the kitchen.

Where was it? In the Sugar Puffs box?

It was in the kettle, wasn't it?

- Yeah.
- In the kettle.

I'll tell you what, Beef.
Just cancel the date.

Just cancel it, please.

- The two of you, get out.
- Can't you just give me one more chance?

Draw near.

Conan, Conan!

Where are you?
The Princess is dead. She's dead.

What does this even mean?

Aye, Conan. Give us your guidance, man.

Without your counsel, we are d-d-doomed.

Where are you, anyway?
Where are you hiding, man?

Well...

...excuse me, but I was not hiding.

I was simply trying to find the golden
buttons that hold up my magic breeches,

for without them our cause is well lost.

Aye, man.
That's all you've been banging on about

for the last hour
is them poxy bu-buttons.

Well, I'm sorry if you think
that my golden buttons are trivial,

but without them and the leather
arm thing that goes there -

I've forgotten what it's called -
the leather arm thing that goes there,

I'm absolutely powerless.

- But what will become of us, Conan?
- I don't know, love.

Tune in next week at 2.30 to find out

The Return Of The Leather Thing.

♪ Didn't we have A lovely day?

♪ The day that I saw Conan

- ♪ What happens next?
- ♪ Let's form a circle

♪ And dance around this Mexican turtle

♪ Didn't we have a lovely day
dancing round the turtle?

- ♪ Whoo-hoo-hoo
- ♪ Whoo-hoo-hoo

♪ But nobody buffed my Barnaby Rudge. ♪