1. EXT. A BOATING LAKE
BRIAN AND LAURA ARE IN A ROWBOAT. BRIAN HAS SET THE OARS IN THE RESTS.
BRIAN
Laura...
LAURA
Yes, Brian?
BRIAN
I have something to ask you.
HE TAKES OUT A SMALL BOX AND OPENS IT. THERE IS A RING.
LAURA
Oh, Brian.
A GRAPPLING HOOK LANDS IN THE BOAT.
BRIAN
What the?
A SECOND ROWBOAT PULLS ALONG SIDE. IN IT ARE TWO MEN. ONE IS WEARING A TRICORN HAT AND HAS A HOOK INSTEAD OF A RIGHT HAND. THE OTHER, WHO IS ROWING, HAS A SPOTTED SCARF TIED ROUND HIS HEAD AND A PATCH OVER ONE EYE. THE MAN WITH THE HOOK IS WAVING A CUTLASS.
HOOK
Avast there! Lower ye colours and stand by to be boarded.
BRIAN (IRRITATED)
Ha ha, very good.
HOOK (POINTING THE CUTLASS AT HIM)
Laugh at me will ye, ye lubber?
PATCH
Look Cap'n!
PATCH POINTS AT THE RING.
HOOK
Treasure!
HOOK SNATCHES THE ENGAGEMENT RING AND GLOATS OVER IT.
BRIAN
Now hang on...
PATCH
This be a rich prize, Cap'n.
HOOK
Aye, that it be.
HOOK GRABS LAURA BY THE HAIR AND HOLDS THE CUTLASS TO HER THROAT.
HOOK
Ye doubloons, or the wench be food for fishes.
BRIAN
I don't have any doubloons...
LAURA
For God's sake Brian give him your wallet.
BRIAN RELUCTANTLY HANDS OVER HIS WALLET.
Are ye making sport of me? There be no doubloons here.
LAURA
Take the credit cards. Take the credit cards.
BRIAN
Laura!
PATCH
Cap'n, that plastic be no use without a PIN.
HOOK
Be that right?
2. EXT. BOATING LAKE
THE ROWBOATS HAVE BEEN LASHED TOGETHER AND A PLANK LAID ACROSS THEM. BRIAN IS STANDING ON THE PLANK, HIS HANDS TIED BEHIND HIS BACK.
BRIAN
Look, this is just silly. I am not giving you my PIN.
HOOK PRODS HIM WITH HIS CUTLASS.
HOOK
Then walk ye son of a sea cucumber.
BRIAN
Now be reasonable...
HOOK PRODS HIM AGAIN, SO HE IS TEETERING ON THE EDGE.
BRIAN
Okay, okay it's 249...
HE HESITATES. HOOK PRODS HIM.
BRIAN
...3
HOOK GLEEFULLY GIVES A FINAL DECISIVE PROD AND BRIAN FALLS IN THE LAKE. THE WATER COMES UP TO HIS WAIST.
BRIAN
Can we go now?
LAURA (TO HOOK)
Take me with you.
BRIAN
Laura!
LAURA
I long to escape this corseted existence. To experience the freedom of the open... pond.
HOOK
Aye ye'll make a fine pirate lass!
PATCH (WINKS)
That ye will.
PARKEEPER (OOV)
Come in No 23. Your time is up.
HOOK
Bugger. It be the bluecoats. Row ye lubber.
PATCH, WHO HAS UNLASHED THE BOATS, BEGINS ROWING.
LAURA
Goodbye Brian. Do not think too ill of me.
BRIAN IS LEFT STANDING UP TO HIS WAIST IN WATER, HIS HANDS TIED BEHIND HIS BACK. A SHARK FIN CIRCLES ROUND HIM. HE SIGHS.
ENDS.