The viewer is shown the outside of a gloomy factory with a big sign that says 'Davidson's Slaughter House'. The camera swoops down through a window and runs along all sorts of cogs and moving platforms that are chugging away with steam everywhere and it is very noisy with the clucks of different birds.
The camera then moves to part of the process where hundereds of turkeys are kept in a crowded pen and two birds at a time spill through to a moving platform, when they reach the end of this platform they are sorted to their destination for when they are killed.
We focus upon two turkeys...
Bernard: I say, Matthew is that you old chap?
Matthew: Benard! How are you?
He pushes his way through other rampant turkeys that are shouting nonsense.
Bernard: I'm not bad at all old bean. How's the wife?
Matthew: Don't have one anymore mate. She was carved up last October.
Bernard: Ah! Sorry to hear! She missed out on the Christmas rush too!
Matthew: Yes, we're in high demand this year. I heard they took all of West Cumbria's battery supply. Even the children!
Bernard: I know, I heard! Tragic! But that's what the lower class birds get in this society I'm afraid. However life moves on! Have you decided on your finishing pose yet old chap?
Matthew: I'm sorry?
Bernard: You know! ...A cocked leg? Head up the arse? That sort of thing!
Matthew: What? For when we're slaughtered?
Bernard: Why of course! I had the polaroids of my ancestors' finishing poses up in my hut for years! Helped me decide on mine:
Bernard sits on the floor and puts his wings right up in the air. He then puts his own head inside his arse. There is a *pop* as he pulls it out again.
Bernard: You see, old bean? Well, I think we're ready! Lets go to the gate!
Matthew: I'm not sure I'm ready to go?
Bernard: Nonsense! Every turkey has his day. You remember that.
Matthew: But I don't think today's that day...
At this, the gate opens and Bernard and Matthew are forced onto a moving platform side by side.
Bernard: Here we go old chap! The moment us turkeys wait for all of our lives! And to think! We will be all the humans talk about! We will be centre of the Christmas feast! We will entertain families as large as twelve! Twelve, Matthew!
Matthew: ...Yeah thats... amazing.
Both of the turkeys are moved along but are suddenly split into two paths, still travelling in the same direction.
Matthew: What the?
Bernard: Ah... this must be a... new system since last year. That's all. Do not despair old chap, we'll rejoin!
The turkeys are now on separate paths but can still see eachother. The platform suddenly stops and both of them are silent.
Matthew: Bernard? Are you there?
Bernard: ...yes, old chap..
Matthew: My chute says 'Christmas delivery batch 012'. What does yours say?
Bernard: Ah! ...Good work... old chap! Mine says ...'Prime succulent turkeys for supreme Christmas deliveries'!
Matthew: Oh wow! That sounds brilliant Bernard! You truly will be remembered!
Bernard: Yes, old bean! They... must have known who I was! Known my heritage!
Matthew: Yeah, of course! How lucky!
The camera shows us Bernard's chute sign and it reads:
"Tesco value breast slices"
Matthew: Well Goodbye Bernard!
Bernard: Yes! Chap! ...be seeing you!
He winces as the platform drops and they are lowered into the machine.
2 WEEKS LATER.
The camera zooms in on a shelf in a busy supermarket and focuses on a pile of tesco value plain 'Turkey Breast slices'. A few kids run around playing and knock him onto the floor. The packet is then kicked under the shelf and is consumed by darkness.
END!
