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by
Chris Gilman
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MIKE MYERS’S voiceover accompanies the following TEXT:
MINI-ME
EEE!!!
FAT BASTARD
(sadistic)
Hello, hello, wee baby...
MINI-ME
EEEEEEEE!!!!!!
SECURITY ALARM
(over P.A. system)
INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT.
FADE IN:
PAN OVER: glass shards and fluids. A SMALL ARM BONE is tossed
from out of frame, landing among the debris.
PAN UP: Fat Bastard, his back to us, kneels before a PILE OF
MINI-ME CORPSES. He’s feasting.
The lab doors slam open——A S.W.A.T. UNIT floods in, guns drawn.
S.W.A.T. CAPTAIN
HANDS UP! NOW!
FAT BASTARD
(glancing back, mouth full)
Buffet’s closed, boys...all out of
short ribs. HAHAHA!
The Captain sees the corpses and vomits in his face shield.
Fat Bastard LAUGHS MANIACALLY. Bits of flesh fly from his maw.
MONTAGE:
TOM BROKAW
This just in: a verdict has been
reached in the trial of the child
cannibal known as Fat Bastard. The
former henchman faces numerous
counts of infanticide, after the
DNA profiles of 74 missing
children from around the globe
were discovered in soiled
jockstraps obtained from Fat
Bastard’s motor-home.
WOMAN #1
HE ATE MY BABY! HE ATE MY FUCKING
BABY!
WOMAN #2
ROT IN HELL, YOU MONSTER!
JUDGE
The court finds you...guilty.
FAT BASTARD
I could’ve eaten more...I could’ve
eaten one more...
ALAN DERSHOWITZ
No, Fat Bastard. You mustn’t think
that way. Dozens of babies were
eaten alive, thanks to you.
FAT BASTARD
If I made more room in my belly...
4.
ALAN DERSHOWITZ
Thousands of generations have
ended, because of what you did.
You ate enough. You ate enough.
FAT BASTARD
I could’ve eaten more!
TEXT: Chapter 1
A tall main building towers over four lower wings that form a
closed-in prison yard (the complex is shaped like a TOILET).
A RED LIGHT FLASHES above Fat Bastard’s ice block. Two metal
arms on the sides of the block UNCLASP.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Thawing stage in process.
THE WARDEN
He makes any sudden moves, you
have my authorization to shoot. We
take no chances with this one.
THE WARDEN
During his last stay in solitary,
he stuck his ass up to the slot
where they’d put his food trays.
Sprayed a guard with diarrhea so
hot, burned his face off to the
bone. Been down here ever since.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Thawing complete.
THE WARDEN
Serving his sentence in ice, with
the worst of the worst. Where the
rest of us are safe from them.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Cleansing stage in process.
Hot-water jets rinse the goo off him. ROBOTIC ARMS lift his
titties and over-hanging front-butt to wash under them.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Cleansing complete.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Evacuation stage in process.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Evacuation com-
The skeleton bounces off the wall and slides to Warden’s feet.
THE WARDEN
My god.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Evacuation com-
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Evacuation com-
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
...Evacuation compl-
The diarrhea starts again. The Warden and guards look sick.
LOUDSPEAKER (O.S.)
Psych evaluation in process.
THE DOCTOR
Welcome back, Fat Bastard. Your
excretory system appears to be in
working order, though your
cognitive faculties may feel a bit
clouded. Standard reaction, not to
fret. The fog will lift.
FAT BASTARD
(weakly)
Bring me back to the toilet, love?
THE DOCTOR
You have...more diarrhea?
FAT BASTARD
I’d like to pound off. My titties,
they’re perfectly preserved.
THE DOCTOR
Hmm. You may ‘pound off’ later.
7.
THE DOCTOR
Let’s jog your memory a bit. Helps
the gears start turning again.
Your file says you grew up in
Glasgow, correct? Can you recall
anything from that period?
FAT BASTARD
I remember everything. Especially
the pain.
CUT TO BLACK
LADY BODYBUILDER (RONDA ROUSEY) opens the door. She looks down.
LADY BODYBUILDER
Кто меня обременял этой свиньей?
FADE FORWARD...
MAN BODYBUILDER
(to Young Fat Bastard)
ОБМАН! ВЫ ПЛАТИТЕ ЦЕНУ!!!!!!
CHILD BODYBUILDER
(to Young Fat Bastard)
ВЕРНУТЬСЯ В СВОЮ НОРУ, СОБАКА!
MAN BODYBUILDER
ВЕРНУТЬСЯ В КРЫСИЕ ГНЕЗДО!!!
DOZENS MORE LETTERS FLY OUT OF THE TOILET. The house shakes.
INT. FOYER
Child Bodybuilder goes to open it, but it SLAMS OPEN FIRST. The
door CRACKS him in the head and knocks him unconscious.
HAGRID
So the stories are true.
HAGRID
You got your mum and dad’s tits.
Hagrid kneels down and FLICKS the turd dangling under Young
Bastard’s kilt. It pendulates side-to-side, but doesn’t fall.
HAGRID
The rectal control. The
sphincteral dexterity. Remarkable.
HAGRID
Actually, No. I was thinking of
orangutans I saw on TV. Sorry.
HAGRID
Name’s Hagrid. I’m a groundskeeper
at a school for wizards. On summer
breaks, I supplement my income
working for the Shartsworth
Academy Of Bastardry And Diarrhea.
It’s a cross between a fat camp
and a terrorist training camp:
large children go there to become
dangerous. What am I saying? You
must know all about Shartsworth.
HAGRID
No? Blimey, didn’t you ever wonder
why you have perfect tits and
Fukashima bowel movements?
11.
HAGRID
You’re a Bastard, fatty.
Young Bastard glows. His dangling turd wags like a dog tail.
CLOSE-UP: the hose pours carbon monoxide through the mail slot.
FLASHBACK OVER
FAT BASTARD
I just keep wringing ‘em out, eh?
12.
THE DOCTOR
Wow. Your youth sounds traumatic.
Murder. Abandonment. Do you
remember your biological parents,
anything at all?
FAT BASTARD
I’ve had balls of ass-lint I
remember better than my birth
parents. Hell with ‘em, dumping me
at a place like that....
FAT BASTARD
(emotional)
You couldn’t imagine what it was
like. An overweight child, in a
household that valued physical
perfection over your humanity.
Kids need love, and to be taught
that they’re not defined by their
flaws. I was only taught hurt. So
when I felt hurt, I’d hurt others.
My whole life, I’ve been trapped
in a cycle of pain, insecurity,
and anger. It’s no wonder I grew
up without a moral compass...
FAT BASTARD
(suggestively)
May I have dinner?
THE DOCTOR
No. Please don’t expose yourself.
Is it fair to say cannibalism was
a coping——
FAT BASTARD
What is this? Why am I here? Why
bring me back now? You putting
together some sorta suicide squad?
THE DOCTOR
Your case was re-opened.
FAT BASTARD
Re-opened? By who?
13.
THE DOCTOR
You’re a fatty, father——I mean,
sorry...you’re a father, Bastard.
THE DOCTOR
Meet your daughter, Big Bitch.
Born to, and abandoned at a
PetSmart, by an Edinburgh sex
worker, whose services you may or
may not recall soliciting prior to
your incarceration.
FAT BASTARD
I’ll be. She’s got me tits...
The Warden, guards, and BIG BITCH (also Mike Myers, plaid
pantsuit) watch Fat Bastard from a dimly lit observation room.
THE WARDEN
Self-pitying, dog-shit sob story.
(to Big Bitch)
He’s beyond help, you know. All
chode, no soul.
BIG BITCH
Wrong. My father’s no saint, but
for every centimeter of chode,
he’s got a kilometer of soul.
He’ll prove it. You wait and see.
THE WARDEN
He better hurry. Not much time
left.
(leaning close, taunting)
Clock’s ticking.
Big Bitch scowls. She thrusts her hips at The Warden and lets
out a SHARP WARNING QUEEF. The Warden backs off, intimidated.
THE DOCTOR
So, your case was re-opened.
(MORE)
14.
FAT BASTARD
Well? On with it lass. Am I free?
THE DOCTOR
You lost the appeal. They gave you
the death sentence this time.
THE DOCTOR
(in exam room)
Frankly the trial was a disaster.
During her opening statement, your
daughter accidentally passed gas
so putrid she was held in
contempt.
FAT BASTARD
Death sentence, eh.
THE DOCTOR
Yes. The state will be executing
you via lethal suppository.
FAT BASTARD
Is that what it sounds like? And
when?
THE DOCTOR
Worse. And, tonight.
THE WARDEN
If I had it my way? I would’ve
left him thawing, turned the heat
up, sous vide his ass to haggis.
Big Bitch shoves past The Warden and storms out of the room.
GUARD #1
Hey, how about we throw him in
general population? Let the other
inmates have at him.
15.
GUARD #2
Make his last day on earth a
living hell.
THE WARDEN
You boys might be onto something.
Big Bitch stands outside the exam room. She’s about to enter,
but hesitates. Instead, she puts her ear to the door.
FAT BASTARD
(shaken)
Guess I always knew this might be
a consequence of eating babies. I
just never thought it could happen
to me.
THE DOCTOR
Interesting you thought that.
Look, I know this is a lot to
process all at once. But would you
like to meet your daughter?
FAT BASTARD
And thank her for KILLING ME?
Pass. Tell that spunk-strumpet
she’s welcome to peck the corn
outta her old man’s CRAP!!!
Gesture of my gratitude!
Big Bitch’s eyes well with tears. She lets out a sad queef.
Big Bitch slams a stall door shut and weeps on the toilet.
FAT BASTARD
Now if you’ll excuse me, I plan to
get in all the pounding off I can.
Fat Bastard reaches under his gown just as THE WARDEN ENTERS.
THE WARDEN
Put your cock away, you
infanticidal FUCK. GET UP!!!
16.
The Warden CATTLE PRODS Fat Bastard in the ass (he now wears a
prison jumpsuit), shoving him into a general population area.
THE WARDEN
(announcing to inmates)
Brought you dogs a chew toy!
The Warden locks the steel bar door they came in through,
twirls his KEY RING, and whistles the Chili’s ribs jingle.
FAT BASTARD
Where’s my phone call? I want my
lawyer. You threw a T-REX to the
lions, Warden! Fucking mistake!
She REACHES IN THE TOILET and pulls out a METAL TUBE. She wipes
the feces off: a digital timer, a keypad, wiring——it’s A BOMB.
She types into the keypad. A timer FLASHES ON. She FLUSHES IT
DOWN THE TOILET.
BIG BITCH
Be strong, father. I’m coming!
CUT TO BLACK:
CHRIS MARTIN
Look at the stars...look how they
shine for you...
The dog finishes on his back and kicks grass on it. Teen
Bastard STARTLES AWAKE.
ANATOMY PROFESSOR
TITTIES! SHITE! MASS! That’s all
there is to a Bastard’s body! The
rest of you? Just empty space up
yer arse for storing weapons.
ANATOMY PROFESSOR
Alright, next lesson! Wet dreams.
ALBINO BASTARD
Wanna sit with us?
ALBINO BASTARD
Yeah, you!
EMO BASTARD
We’re all jealous of your tits.
ORTHODOX-JEW BASTARD
I’d kill for udders like those.
SIMPLE BASTARD
Alright? They’re drop dead sexy!
HAWAIIAN BASTARD
You were born blessed, hoaloha.
They will carry you far in life.
ALBINO BASTARD
Sure!
DRILL SERGEANT
The Turtlehead Technique is one of
the most important tools in a
Bastard’s asshole. OBSERVE!
Drill Sergeant lifts his kilt and squats over a TRIP WIRE.
19.
THE TURD LOWERS DOWN. It stops a few inches above the trip-
wire. It hovers there, then zips back up his ass. Squish.
DRILL SERGEANT
TOTAL SPHINCTERAL CONTROL! With
the Turtlehead Technique, your
crap becomes a third arm. It can
prove INDISPENSABLE in the field.
Few can do it. Fewer have mastered
it. How does one learn this
technique? FEAR. Anus-clenching,
colon-wringing, FEAR. Today, you
will come to know this fear!
(to Simple Bastard)
YOU! Approach the wire. TRIAL BY
FIRE!
DRILL SERGEANT
SQUAT!
DRILL SERGEANT
TURTLEHEAD!
THE GUN GOES OFF, BLOWING HIS BRAINS OUT. Blood and viscera
SPRAY on his classmates.
DRILL SERGEANT
Weak anus! Damn shame.
DRILL SERGEANT
Anyone else care to volunteer?
Silence.
DRILL SERGEANT
I didn’t think so.
20.
Sgt. marches before Teen Bastard, their faces just inches away.
DRILL SERGEANT
COCKSURE, are you? Dangerous trait
in a henchman! You’ll find that
out, if your career isn’t cut
short today. APPROACH THE WIRE!
DRILL SERGEANT
LOWER!
DRILL SERGEANT
Steady now...
Sgt. uncrosses his arms. He takes off his aviators. His stern
demeanor morphs into jaw-dropped amazement.
DRILL SERGEANT
RETRACT!
DRILL SERGEANT
Impossible...
INMATE (O.S.)
(breathing heavily)
Shut the fuck up. Let me focus.
THE WARDEN
A trick of the shadows, I’m sure.
Probably an attempt to saw through
the cuffs, or...hmm...
FAT BASTARD
AGH! Rugburn! Get on with it, Ted!
TED KACZYNSKI
I’m...I’m...OH!!!
TED KACZYNSKI
Much obliged, Fat B.
(MORE)
22.
FAT BASTARD
I know, right? Okay, I’ve held up
my end. You got what I want?
TED KACZYNSKI
Deal’s a deal. Smuggling this on
short notice was not easy, though.
TED KACZYNSKI
What’s it with you and eating
these kids? To spare ‘em the pain
of inheriting a planet pillaged by
industrial greed?
FAT BASTARD
You know what I love about eating
babies? I get fatter, they stay
the same age.
The Warden and co. appear outside the cell. They open it.
THE WARDEN
Fuck outta here, Kacyzinski.
GUARD #1
Your Last Meal is served, Bastard.
THE WARDEN
I was hoping someone would’ve
shivved you. What a letdown.
FAT BASTARD
Sorry to disappoint, Warden. Your
inmates found me quite charming.
23.
The Warden TAZES Fat Bastard. Fat rolls off the bunk and BONKS
HIS HEAD ON THE CELL TOILET, just before The Warden unloads an
entire can of PEPPER SPRAY IN HIS FACE.
THE WARDEN
Think your sexy tits make you hot
shit? NEWSFLASH! You’re NOTHING
without your titties. Without
them, you’re just another 1-ton,
Scottish cannibal. A nobody.
FAT BASTARD
You’re just jealous——
THE WARDEN
Believe me, I am NOT jealous of
what’s in store for you tonight.
Care for a sneak peak?
THE WARDEN
They say lethal suppository is the
funniest way you can kill a man.
I’ll be the judge of that.
FAT BASTARD
(chewing)
I said baby-back. Not boneless.
GUARD #1
No bones. Prison policy. In case
you try to kill yourself with ‘em.
GUARD #2
YOU, not hungry? That’s rich.
FAT BASTARD
Where’s my daughter?
GUARD #1
(shrugging)
Left your lard-ass to die alone.
GUARD #2
Don’t worry. I’ll take good care
of her after we’re done hauling
your corpse into a furnace.
FAT BASTARD
Listen, I changed my mind. I want
to see my daughter. You find her
for me, I can return the favor.
GUARD #2
Maybe. But why buy a cow when you
have sex with its dad for free?
(leans in close)
Her queef smelled of gasoline.
BIG BITCH SPRINGS FROM THE FALLEN DUCT LIKE A TRAPDOOR SPIDER.
She barrels towards Guard #2, who raises his rifle——TOO LATE.
She grabs both his nipples and TWISTS. His eyes roll back. He
bites his tongue off. His skin WILTS AND GRAYS.
BIG BITCH
AHHH!!!!
25.
She releases. He falls, DEAD. She takes his knife and rifle.
BIG BITCH
Come with me if you want to
live...dad.
FAT BASTARD
Wait. How do I know you’re really
my daughter? And not an imposter,
leading me to a trap? I’ve got to
be absolutely certain before I can
trust you.
BIG BITCH
I’m basically you with a wig...
FAT BASTARD
I got it. We compare skidmarks.
You can identify a person by their
skidmark better than fingerprints
or DNA. It’s the only way.
CUT TO: Fat Bastard and Big Bitch compare their semi-soiled
underwear: both have chunky skidmarks shaped like A CROSS.
FAT BASTARD
That’s my brand...it’s you.
BIG BITCH
Oh, father!
FAT BASTARD
Which whore was your mother again?
BIG BITCH
Save it. We’ve gotta move. This
hell-hole is about to go sky-high.
FAT BASTARD
(out-of-breath)
Bomb in yer bum, eh? That’s a
Shartsworth tactic, alright.
When’d they start admitting women?
BIG BITCH
Shh!
26.
Big Bitch peers down through a VENT. Light stripes her face.
THE WARDEN
(into phone)
Mr. President, I assure you,
everything’s under control. By
sundown, Fat Bastard will be dead.
BIG BITCH
If only we had those keys, we
could get you out of those cuffs.
THE WARDEN
(into phone)
Ah, of course, Mr. President. I
figured you’d ask that.
THE WARDEN
We will preserve his titties via
taxidermy. They will be sent to
your office, stat.
THE WARDEN
Can I make a small request, sir?
THE WARDEN
May I...suck on them, first?
BIG BITCH
Dad, you’re brilliant.
27.
FAT BASTARD
Once we get out of here, I’ll
teach you the family recipe, eh?
THE WARDEN
(maintaining composure)
Thank you! Thank you so much sir!
I won’t let you down.
The turd and keys ascend into Bastard’s ass. The vent SHUTS.
BIG BITCH
We’ll be sitting ducks out there.
There has to be another exit.
FAT BASTARD
Ouch! Fuggh’off!
BIG BITCH
Is that what I think it is?
28.
THE BABY
Buh.
BIG BITCH
(devastated)
I can’t believe you. Have you
learned nothing?
FAT BASTARD
What? Pinch off some empathy, will
ya, I thought I was gonna die.
‘One for the road’, y’know?
BIG BITCH
You think I dedicated MY LIFE to
freeing you, just so you could go
back to eating——to hell with this.
Why shouldn’t I just turn you in?
FAT BASTARD
NO. Look, I’ll...split it with ya?
BIG BITCH
Stupid Bitch, listening to my
heart. They were right. You’re
beyond help.
FAT BASTARD
FINE! I have a problem. I admit
it. Happy?! Who would YOU go to
with something like this? “Hi, I’m
a 1-ton man who eats babies ‘cause
I had a weird childhood! When I
was a toddler, I breastfed myself!
Each time I shit, the bathroom
mirrors fog up!” I’m a Maury
Povich segment! A FUCKING JOKE! No
one’s ever believed I’m worth
helping——except you. So if you
want me to try, I’ll try. Don’t
give up on me now.
Big Bitch is torn. She turns away, shaking her head. While she
isn’t looking, Fat Bastard SNEAKS A LICK OF THE BABY, tongue
flicking like a snake.
BIG BITCH
Alright. I believe you.
THE BABY
Buh buh buh buhhhh.
29.
Fat Bastard eyes dart from The Baby to the guards outside. The
wheels in his head begin to turn.
FAT BASTARD
Thank you, honey. Now just follow
daddy’s lead. I have an idea.
THE WARDEN
(tune of Chili’s ribs jingle)
I want to execute-execute-execute-
execute Fat Bastard——
GUARD #3
(via walkie-talkie)
SIR! We have a situation!
THE WARDEN
Where’s my prisoner?
GUARD #3
Front gate! Sir, they’ve got a
FUCKING BABY. I REPEAT: BASTARD IS
HOLDING AN INFANT HOSTAGE!
A swarm of Turdham security parts like the Red Sea, letting the
trio march through them, towards the front gate.
Fat Bastard HOLDS A KNIFE TO THE BABY. Big Bitch aims the rifle
at the guards.
FAT BASTARD
Ever spatchcock a baby?! Guns on
the ground, OR I’LL DEMONSTRATE!
BIG BITCH
THE GATE. OPEN IT.
THE WARDEN
Shoot to kill! Aim for his head——I
WANT THOSE TITS INTACT!
THE SNIPER
But the infant——
The Warden leans out his office window, overlooking the chaos.
He barks into the P.A. microphone:
THE WARDEN
(into microphone)
THAT’S AN ORDER!
The Sniper cocks his gun, AIMING FOR A HEADSHOT ON FAT BASTARD.
INTERCUT between:
Big Bitch swings her rifle towards the Sniper, twisting her
body to SHIELD FAT BASTARD——
LORI LOUGHLIN
Spoiled god damn brat. Just had to
go to UCLA——
LORI LOUGHLIN
Oh my god. What was...
FAT BASTARD
Hold the baby to your wound, we
need to stop the blood!
Fat Bastard presses The Baby (happy as can be) into the wound.
Lori Loughlin and her toilet, SOARING TOWARDS HIM LIKE A COMET.
THE SNIPER
AHH!!!!
They vanish beyond the reach of the light from the watchtower’s
flaming debris, into the desert night. The last of the sunset
sinks below the horizon. Night swallows Turdham.
The Warden steps back from his window. He gazes over the
pandemonium, seething. His walkie-talkie spews staticky
yelling. He clicks it off.
THE WARDEN
GET ME A FUCKING CHOPPER!!!
FAT BASTARD
(teeth chattering)
S-so c-cold. My cock is freezer-
burned. Flaccid, but rock hard. My
nipples could cut obsidian...
FAT BASTARD
I’da chose Bangkok, but this isn’t
a bad first family trip, eh? Eh?
He nudges Big Bitch. She moans. The Baby pokes her bosom.
THE BABY
Bebé leche?
FAT BASTARD
Fuck off, puny buzzard, you!
(to Big Bitch)
Talk to me, Bitch. You need to
stay awake.
BIG BITCH
Dad...it’s over for me....
FAT BASTARD
Don’t say that. We’ve got too much
lost time to make up for. Tell me
about puberty or something. QUICK!
BIG BITCH
You two won’t make it through the
night either...not in this cold...
She takes her dad’s hand and PRESSES THE BOWIE KNIFE INTO IT.
BIG BITCH
Get...in...my...belly...
FAT BASTARD
What?
BIG BITCH
While you were in prison, there
was a movie called ‘The Revenant’.
Leonardo DiCaprio’s character cut
open a horse and slept in it, to
survive the cold.
FAT BASTARD
That sounds pretty cool...
BIG BITCH
It was just okay. But listen, I’ve
been storing up me farts all
night. I’ll be warm.
FAT BASTARD
You’ve lost a lot of blood. You’re
not making sense. You sound dumb.
BIG BITCH
If you die, all my sacrifices will
be for nothing. Go on. Get in.
FAT BASTARD
Why are you doing this for me? You
must have been bullied your whole
life for being my kid. Hell, even
I would’ve bullied you if I wasn’t
me. “You’re dad shoulda eaten YOU,
ya fuckin’ cuntpuddle!” See? It’s
too easy. You should hate me. I
was never there to protect you.
BIG BITCH
But you were there. Everyday. I
had your titties. Your stink. A
vagina version of a chode. Anytime
I was lonely, I’d jiggle my tits
in the mirror and say, “oh ya,
how’s it going, dad? Miss ya.”
BIG BITCH
”Sometimes I go about in pity for
myself, and all the while a great
flatulence carries me across the
sky.”
(to Fat Bastard)
That’s an ancient fat person
saying. No, my life wasn’t easy.
Allah tests us in ways we can
never understand. But our
suffering always has a purpose.
BIG BITCH
And mine was you. No more munching
on little ’uns. Promise.
He looks back and forth between her and The Baby. He sighs.
FAT BASTARD
Aye. I promise...I’ll try.
Big Bitch closes her eyes. Her nose hairs catch snowflakes.
35.
CUT TO SUPER WIDE: so wide we can’t see them anymore. Just the
vast canyon on a snowy night.
CUT TO BLACK:
FLASHBACK:
BABY FAT BASTARD sits in the arena, across from ANOTHER INFANT.
This is a BABY FIGHTING RING.
Baby Bastard turns to FAT FATHER and FAT MOTHER (Damien Lewis
and Christina Hendricks, woolly, red-haired, huge).
FAT FATHER
OY! What’re you doing, ya dumb
galumph?! GO ON!
FAT MOTHER
TEAR ‘EM TO BITS OR I’LL WHOOP YA!
FAT FATHER
11 and 0! HELLUVA STREAK, lad!
FAT FATHER
Aye, we’d be sitting all lovey-
dovey if half the money didn’t go
to diapers. BLOODY BULLOCKS!!
FAT MOTHER
(piss drunk)
Enough of yer whining, ya
wankstain. I gots us a plan.
She staggers to the crib. Baby Bastard lifts his arms, begging
to be picked up. Fat Mother scratches her ass and lights a cig.
FAT MOTHER
(to Baby Bastard)
Tomorrow, ya throw the fight. Ya
go down in the 1st. Let him eat ya
all the way. Gotta be all the way.
Understand, ya fookin’ baby?
FAT FATHER
(whispering)
Lots o’ money riding on this, boy.
FAT MOTHER
(whispering)
Don’t get smart. Take the dive.
37.
PUSH-IN on Fat Father and Mother, who watch with bated breath.
REFEREE (O.S.)
12 and 0 for the chunker!
CUT TO BLACK:
FAT BASTARD
Rebirth...
38.
JUMP TO:
Fat Bastard has moved Big Bitch’s body (torso hollowed) behind
a boulder near the cliff’s edge, out of the sun. He covers her
face with the SHARTSWORTH HANDKERCHIEF. A meager bouquet of
desert weeds are folded in her clasped hands.
FAT BASTARD
One night inside you was all I
needed to know I’m the luckiest
dad there ever was. God bless.
THE BABY
Para bebè?
FAT BASTARD
(under his breath)
Bebè ceviche...
THE BABY
Buh! Barriba!
Fat Bastard lifts The Baby up to his face. They look into each
other’s eyes. A tense moment...until Bastard sighs in relent.
FAT BASTARD
(begrudgingly)
Don’t go imprinting on me, ya wee
fart-box. Just because I won’t eat
you doesn’t mean I gotta like you.
THE WARDEN
SURRENDER OR DIE. CHOICE IS YOURS,
FAT BASTARD.
FAT BASTARD
FANCY A FIGHT, EH?!
(MORE)
39.
Fat Bastard flips him off and bolts behind the boulder.
THE WARDEN
(to pilot, in headset)
Give him a few warning shots.
Scare off his appetite, buy the
kid some time.
The Warden and The Pilot watch in horror as the LEDGE STARTS TO
BREAK OFF THE CANYON. The boulder TILTS DOWN.
THE WARDEN
PULL BACK! PULL BACK!
FADE IN:
40.
CLOSE UP: Fat Bastard blinks awake, his face cut and bruised.
THE BABY
Boh buhh.....
Fat Bastard looks down. A steep drop. About 30-feet off the
ground. His legs dangle mid-air.
FAT BASTARD
Wh-where——
(terrible realization)
No, no, no, no...
THE PILOT
He appears to be in a ‘127 Hours’
situation. Shall I inform POTUS?
THE WARDEN
Tell the President we’ve
compromised Fat Bastard’s titties?
Are you INSANE? As far as he
knows, Fat Bastard’s titties
remain at large, presumed INTACT
and FUCKABLE. Understood?
Bastard heaves the boulder with all his might. Doesn’t budge.
FAT BASTARD
BABY! I’ll swing a Turtlehead at
you like a rope. Grab it, hold on,
and I’ll swing you safety.
He pulls the BOWIE KNIFE from his pocket and saws off the
bottom of his JUMPSUIT until he’s nude from the waist down.
FAT BASTARD
Only liquid in the tank. DAMN!
FAT BASTARD
Think Bastard, think...
FAT BASTARD
That’s it...
FAT BASTARD
My asshole...it feels like it just
got interviewed on Hot Ones. Burns
like a monk. You owe me, dwarf.
Baby shrugs. He turns to his pinned titties. Now, the bad part.
FAT BASTARD
Look at me, hanging by my
tits...it’s fucking stupid!
Fucking low-brow!
FAT BASTARD
(to God)
Must be fun, making my existence
one big toilet joke. Just one
disgusting gag after the other.
(MORE)
42.
He adjusts his grip on the knife. The Baby shields its eyes.
FAT BASTARD
(bracing himself)
Our suffering...has a purpose...
CUT TO BLACK
THE END.