(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
COOK: Now, Thomas, mind your manners today.
The master's friends will be joing him
for some target shooting with their shotguns.
And all of this food is for them and them only.
Thomas,
what did I just say?
Those are only for the master and the gentlemen.
CATES: Thomas!
Today, the master shall be trapshooting.
I'll demonstrate.
Hand me one of those pigeons there.
Good heavens! Not a real pigeon.
A clay pigeon.
One of those target plates in the box.
This device is how we shall be launching them.
It's the latest thing in fully automated sportsmanship.
First, you load the disk on to the device.
Then, I pull the chord once to arm the device.
And when the master yells "Pull,"
I pull the chord again to launch the disk skyward.
(GUNSHOT)
(DUKE EXCLAIMS)
Brilliant shot, eh, Cates?
CATES: Yes, sir, brilliant.
Let's get a bit of practice in before Blinky and Beezer get here, eh?
By the way, refreshments look delicious.
Hopefully, we can keep the vermin away from them this time, eh, what?
CATES: Oh, indubitably, sir.
(BOTH SPITTING)
-(LICKS LIPS) -CATES: Thomas, uh, let's not keep the master waiting.
Let's do this, smooth as clockwork.
DUKE: Pull!
(GUNSHOT)
Pull!
(GUNSHOT)
Pull!
CATES: Thomas! Stop your muddling about
and put the disks in the machine, and be quick about it.
-DUKE: Pull! -(CRUNCHES)
(GUNSHOT)
Hold up there, Cates. My rifle seems to have jammed.
CATES: Oh, dear. Bad luck, sir.
TUFFY: Pull!
(FIRING)
-Pull! -(FIRING)
(BOTH GIGGLING)
(BOTH BURPING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(BOTH YELLING)
CATES: Thomas!
DUKE: Oh, I think that does it.
(COCKS GUN) There, shall we resume?
CATES: Very good, sir.
DUKE: Pull!
Pull! Look alive there, old boy!
CATES: Thomas, quit stalling. Like clockwork.
-DUKE: Pull! -(GUNSHOT)
-Pull! -(GUNSHOT)
-Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! -(GUNSHOTS)
CATES: Well, what are you waiting for?
Here, give them to me.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SPLASHES)
COOK: Excuse me, sir.
Masters Bannister and Bowen Jones are here, my Lord.
DUKE: Blinky and Beezer! I'll see them in.
Come along, Cates.
CATES: Very good, sir.
Thomas, go fetch another box of pigeons.
(PIGEONS CLANGING)
TUFFY: Pull!
Pull!
(IN BRITISH ACCENT) Care for a spot of tea, guvnor?
Pull!
(CLINKS)
(SIPS)
Pull!
(SCREAMS)
(CLATTERING)
(CRASHES)
(THUDS)
BLINKY: I say, Beenzie old boy, didn't you say you had
some sort of newfangled machine?
DUKE: Indeed, old boy. It's right over...
Oh, I say, where the dickens did it go?
Cates! Where's the machine, eh?
CATES: Oh, dear, perhaps Thomas has it.
Now, where could he be?
Thomas? Thomas! Thomas. There you are.
For heaven's sake, collect the machine and come along.
The gentlemen are waiting.
BLINKY: Good grief, what's wrong with that fellow?
BEEZER: He looks as though he's been knocked silly.
Come along then, Thomas.
I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen. It's his first time assisting at a shooting.
He'll be fine.
(CLEARS THROAT) Thomas, I believe it's supposed to face the other way around.
BLINKY: I say, you fool. DUKE: Good heavens, son.
BLINKY: Almost took my head off. BEEZER: See here, now.
CATES: Thomas, what has gotten into you?
CATES: Oh, no, no! DUKE: Retreat!
-Retreat! -(MEN CLAMORING)
DUKE: Don't do it!
Ole.
(THUDDING AND CLANKING)
(SCREAMS)
(SLURPS)
(THUDDING AND CLATTERING)
TUFFY: Don't forget to write!