1. EXT. VILLAGE CHURCH. DAY.
TITLES: "BRIAN BLESSED'S QUIET CORNERS OF GREAT BRITAIN"
MUSIC: SERENE, FOLKY GUITAR THEME TUNE
CAMERA DOES A QUICK PAN OF THIS IDYLLIC VILLAGE SCENE, COMING TO REST ON A MANICALLY-GRINNING, ENORMOUSLY-BEARDED BRIAN BLESSED.
BRIAN:
(VERY LOUDLY) Ha ha ha! Hello my darlings, and welcome to Brian Blessed's Quiet Corners Of Great Britain! Today we're in the sleepy hamlet of Hushington-On-The-Wold, where we'll be visiting one of Britain's oldest churches, St Bartholomew's. Wonderful! Ha ha ha!
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2. INT. CHURCH. DAY.
A SMALL FUNERAL IS IN PROCESS. THE VICAR IS AT THE PULPIT, GIVING A EULOGY.QUIET ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS.
VICAR:
O Lord, you who art the father of mercies, look with compassion we pray upon all gathered here now as we mourn the passing of...
THE DOOR VIOLENTLY BURSTS OPEN AND BRIAN STEPS IN. THE ORGAN MUSIC CRUNCHES TO A HALT.
BRIAN:
Hello my darlings! Ha ha ha!
HE BUSTLES IN AND QUICKLY MAKES HIS WAY UP THE AISLE, CHEERILY SAYING "HELLO" TO THE MOURNERS AS HE GOES. HE REACHES THE VICAR AND STANDS THERE GRINNING AT HIM.
VICAR:
Erm...can I help?
BRIAN:
Brian Blessed at your service. (HE REALISES HIS JOKE) Oh! At your service! Get it? I'm quite literally "at your service"! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha haaa!
QUICK SHOT OF THE MOURNERS LOOKING AT EACH OTHER IN BEWILDERMENT.
VICAR:
I'm sorry...why are you here?
BRIAN:
Why I'm here to look at your church of course darling! (LOOKS AROUND) Yes, it's a church alright! Wonderful! Ha ha ha!
VICAR:
Look, I'm sorry - I'm going to have to ask you to leave, this is a private funeral service.
BRIAN:
Leave? Why on Earth would you want me to leave darling? I'm Brian Blessed! Here, I'll prove it. Let me give you a bear hug!
VICAR:
No, I'm fine, thank you...
BRIAN:
Tummyrot! Everyone loves a Big Brian Bear Hug! Come on you miserable, wonderful bastard! Hug me!
BRIAN THROWS HIS ARMS AROUND THE VICAR AND HUGS HIM, LIFTING HIM OFF HIS FEET.
BRIAN:
Ha ha ha! Wonderful, wonderful huggytime!
A MOURNER BEGINS TO CRY. BRIAN DROPS THE VICAR AND TURNS TO THE PEWS.
BRIAN:
Well whatever's the matter with you people? I've never seen such a lot of Gloomy Gordons! Can't you see I'm Brian Blessed? I've climbed mountains, you know! Look!
HE CLAMBERS ON TOP OF THE COFFIN AND DOES A LITTLE JIG.
BRIAN:
Look Ma, I'm on top of the world! Ha ha ha!
HE GRABS A NEARBY GOBLET OF COMMUNION WINE, DOWNS IT IN ONE, AND THROWS IT TO ONE SIDE. HE JUMPS DOWN OFF THE COFFIN AND RIPS OFF HIS SHIRT IN ONE PIECE, REVEALING A HUGE HAIRY CHEST. HE ADOPTS A WRESTLER'S POSE.
BRIAN:
Right, who's for a wrestle?
THE MOURNERS STARE OPEN-MOUTHED IN SILENCE.
BRIAN:
No? Oh well! (TURNS TO CAMERA) You've been watching Brian Blessed's Quiet Corners Of Great Britain. Join us next week when I pay a visit to Westminster Reference Library where we'll be looking at...books...and shit. Ha ha haaaa!
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