The Quite Nice and Fairly Accurate Good Omens Script Book Page 4
MR YOUNG
You left your lights on.
Crowley snaps his fingers. The lights go out.
MR YOUNG (CONT’D)
Oh. That’s clever. Is it infra-red?
CROWLEY
Has it started yet?
MR YOUNG
They made me go out.
CROWLEY
Any idea how long we’ve got?
MR YOUNG
I think we were, er, getting on with it, doctor.
CROWLEY
Got it. What room is she in?
MR YOUNG
We’re in Room Three.
And Crowley nods.
CROWLEY
Room Three. Got it.
GOD (V.O.)
There’s a trick they do with one pea and three shells, or with playing cards, which is very hard to follow, and something like it, for greater stakes than a handful of loose change, is about to take place.
136INT. CARD TRICK – NIGHT
We are looking from above at a green baize table. A hand puts down three cards, face down.
137INT. DELIVERY ROOM THREE – NIGHT
Looking at Mrs Young’s face, giving birth . . . She’s smiling, looking proud and exhausted . . .
GOD (V.O.)
Deirdre Young is in Delivery Room Three. She is having a golden-haired male baby we will call Baby A.
138INT. CARD TRICK
The first card is flipped. It has a picture of a baby on it, with a blue blanket.
139INT. DELIVERY ROOM FOUR
Mrs Dowling, giving birth angry and screaming. Secret Service Men filming. Mother Superior and SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS are in there.
GOD (V.O.)
Harriet Dowling is giving birth in Delivery Room Four. She is having a golden-haired male baby we will call Baby B.
140INT. CARD TRICK
A second card is turned over. It has an identical baby on it, but with a cream blanket.
141INT. ST BERYL’S CONVENT CORRIDOR – NIGHT – 2007
Crowley comes up some back stairs, and out into a corridor. He’s looking around, trying to find a nun. And he sees one from behind.
CROWLEY
Psst!
142INT. CARD TRICK
The third card is turned face up: a third identical baby, but with a red blanket. It’s flipped face down, or a hand is passed over it. Now when we see the face of the card, it has a drawing on it of something monstrous.
GOD (V.O.)
Sister Mary Loquacious is about to be handed a golden-haired male baby we will call the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of This World, and Lord of Darkness.
143INT. ST BERYL’S CONVENT CORRIDOR – NIGHT – 2007
Sister Mary Loquacious, looking down into the picnic hamper. She is carrying a vintage biscuit tin.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Is that him?
CROWLEY
Yup.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Only I’d expected funny eyes. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail.
She’s taken the baby out of the basket. It’s wrapped in a RED blanket . . .
CROWLEY
It’s definitely him.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Fancy me holding the Antichrist. And counting his little toesy-wosies . . . Do you look like your daddy? I bet you do. I bet you look like your daddywaddykins . . .
CROWLEY
He doesn’t. Take him up to Room Three.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Room three . . . do you think he’ll remember me when he grows up?
CROWLEY
Pray that he doesn’t.
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144INT. CARD TRICK
GOD (V.O.)
Three babies. Watch carefully. Round and round they go.
The playing cards are pushed around on the table, three-card-monte-style, until we cannot tell which is which.
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145INT. ST BERYL’S CONVENT MAIN HALL – NIGHT 2007
Sister Mary Loquacious, carrying the baby. She puts it into a wheeled bassinet.
Sister Grace Voluble notices her.
SISTER GRACE VOLUBLE
Sister Mary, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be taking biscuits to the refectory?
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Master Crowley said . . .
SISTER GRACE VOLUBLE
Have you seen the civilian husband anywhere? It’s time to send him up, and he’s wandering about the building unescorted . . .
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
I’ve only seen Master Crowley, and he said take the baby to Room Three . . .
SISTER GRACE VOLUBLE
Well, get on with it, then.
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146INT. HOSPITAL ROOM THREE – NIGHT – 2007
Sister Mary goes in, with the ANTICHRIST BABY in a hospital-style bassinet, to the room in which Deirdre Young is asleep.
Mrs Young has BABY A in an identical bassinet sleeping soundly beside her.
Sister Mary looks at the two babies. They look quite similar, don’t they? The one already there is in a BLUE blanket; the one she brings in is in a RED one.
A hesitant knock on the door. Mr Young.
MR YOUNG
Has it happened yet? I’m the father. The husband. Both.
MARY
Ooh yes. Congratulations. Your lady wife’s asleep, poor pet.
Mr Young looks down at the babies. Baby A and the Antichrist baby in their bassinets. He jumps to a conclusion.
MR YOUNG
Twins? Nobody said anything about twins.
MARY
Oh, no! This one’s yours. The other one’s . . . someone else’s. Just looking after him. No, this one’s definitely yours, your ambassadorship. From the top of his head to the tips of his hoofywoofies – which he hasn’t got.
MR YOUNG
All, er, present and correct, is he?
MARY
Oh, yes. Normal. Very, very normal.
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147INT. DELIVERY ROOM FOUR – NIGHT – 2007
Everything in this delivery room is FAST-CUT, with adventurous camera moves and pounding music: we see the sweat on foreheads, sharp lighting. It is a much bigger delivery room, which is good because it has to fit a lot of people. We have our secret service men, one of them with his video camera, one of them holding up a small screen, a couple of MINOR US OFFICIALS, nurse nuns, and Harriet Dowling, who has just given birth to BABY B, loudly and angrily.
SECRET SERVICE #1
The Eagle has landed. Repeat. The Eagle has landed.
The Mother Superior and Sister Theresa Garrulous give each other SIGNIFICANT LOOKS. Mother Superior moves in.
MOTHER SUPERIOR
A beautiful boy. Now we just have to take him away for a minute to weigh him, and, the usual . . .
And she goes to put the newborn Baby B in a bassinet . . .
TAD DOWLING
A boy. Mr President, I have the honour, sir, to report myself the father of a regular Y-chromosomed son.
PRESIDENT BUSH
Yep. Now, about the trade agreement . . .
TAD DOWLING
Absolutely. Back to business. Right, Harriet? This father-of-a-male-boy-son is all yours, Mr President.
Sister Theresa Garrulous, unnoticed, leaves. More pounding music.
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148INT. CORRIDOR – NIGHT – 2007
As Sister Theresa leaves, two nuns wheel a bassinet away containing Baby B . . . Theresa goes the other way down the corridor . . .
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149INT. ROOM 2 – NIGHT – 2007
Pounding music. In Room Two, two different Chattering Nuns are playing cards, guarding an empty bassinet.
Sister Theresa Garrulous bursts in.
SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS
Where’s the baby?
Nuns look up from their card game. They look blank.
SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS (CONT’D)
Satan give me strength.
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150INT. STAIRWELL – NIGHT – 2007
Sister Theresa is heading down a stairwell, as fast as she can. She’s panicking.
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151INT. ST BERYL’S CONVENT CORRIDOR – NIGHT – 2007
Sister Theresa comes down a corridor and encounters Sister Grace.
SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS
Do you know where our master’s child is?
SISTER GRACE VOLUBLE
Sister Mary Loquacious has him. In Room Three.
And Sister Theresa is running in a most un-nun-like fashion . . .
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152INT. ST BERYL’S CONVENT CORRIDOR – NIGHT – 2007
Pounding music. Now Sister Theresa Garrulous isn’t actually running down the corridors, but she is moving as fast as she can, scanning every open room as she passes . . .
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153INT. DELIVERY ROOM THREE – NIGHT – 2007
. . . and Sister Theresa pushes open the door to Room Three. Mrs Young is still asleep. Sister Mary and Mr Young are having a cup of tea each.
Sister Mary is presenting Mr Young with a selection of pink iced biscuits.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Now these are what we call bis-cuits, but you’ll be looking at them and going
(fingerquotes)
‘cookies’!
MR YOUNG
I call them biscuits.
And Sister Theresa spots the two babies. Sister Mary winks and points to one. Sister Theresa winks back.
Freeze frame . . .
GOD (V.O.)
As methods of human communication go, the human wink is quite versatile. For example, Sister Theresa’s meant:
SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS
Where the hell have you been? We’re ready to make the switch, and here’s you in the wrong room with the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of This World, and Lord of Darkness, drinking tea.
GOD (V.O.)
And, as far as she was concerned, Sister Mary’s answering wink meant . . .
Sister Mary looks up from her tea, and says, sharp, sexy and out of character (the voice dubbed by Sister Theresa):
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
This child is the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of This World, and Lord of Darkness. But I can’t talk now because there’s this outsider here.
GOD (V.O.)
Sister Mary, on the other hand, had thought that Sister Theresa’s wink was more on the lines of . . .
Sister Theresa is now dubbed by Sister Mary.
SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS
Well done, that Sister Mary – switched over the babies all by herself. Now indicate to me the superfluous child and I shall remove it and let you get on with your tea with his Royal Excellency the American Ambassador.
Back to reality.
SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS (CONT’D)
(to Mr Young)
Extra baby . . . removal . . .
She wheels Baby A out of the room, leaving the Antichrist baby behind.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
But I’m wittering on. So where were you before you took up this appointment?
MR YOUNG
Swindon.
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154INT. DELIVERY ROOM FOUR – NIGHT – 2007
Sister Theresa takes Baby A out of the bassinet and hands him to Mrs Dowling.
SISTER THERESA GARRULOUS
Here’s your little man back. All cleaned up and weighed.
The secret service men edge forward nervously. One is still filming: Mrs Dowling shows the baby to his camera.
MRS DOWLING
Look, honey. Our son.
TAD DOWLING
He’s beautiful, hon. What a little tyke, huh? Seeing him makes me understand what’s important in life. It’s not work. I’m going to teach him to play baseball, and on Sundays we’ll go fishing and . . . sorry hon, I’ll call you back.
The awkwardness of the moment is increased as the Mother Superior, whom we had not seen enter the room, says, ominously:
MOTHER SUPERIOR
You must name the child.
HARRIET
Well, we were going to name him Thaddeus, after his pop. And his pop’s pop . . .
MOTHER SUPERIOR
Damien’s an excellent name.
HARRIET
Damien Dowling? Too alliterative.
MOTHER SUPERIOR
Warlock, then. It’s an old English name. A good name.
Harriet looks down at little Warlock.
HARRIET
Hello, Warlock.
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155INT. ROOM THREE – NIGHT – 2007
Deirdre Young is still asleep, as is the Antichrist baby. Sister Mary is getting into the naming.
MR YOUNG
Damien? No, I had fancied something more, well, traditional. We’ve always gone in for good simple names in our family.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Cain. Very modern sound, Cain, really.
MR YOUNG
Hmm.
SISTER MARY LOQUACIOUS
Or there’s always . . . well, there’s always Adam.
MR YOUNG
Adam? Hmm. Adam . . .
And at that moment the baby wakes, and opens its eyes, and starts to cry . . . and the baby, waking, wakes Deirdre Young.
DEIRDRE
Oh. Give him here, Arthur. Come on little one . . .
She reaches for the crying baby and prepares to breastfeed.
MR YOUNG
You know, Deirdre, I think he looks like an Adam.
DEIRDRE
Hello, Adam.
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156INT. THE CONVENT CORRIDOR – NIGHT – 2007
Two nuns are coming towards us, wheeling a bassinet, containing Baby B, the Dowling baby.
GOD
It would be nice to think that the nuns had the surplus baby – Baby B – discreetly adopted. That he grew to be a happy, normal child, and, then, grew further to become a normal, fairly contented adult. And perhaps that is what happened. He probably wins prizes for his tropical fish.
157INT. CROWLEY’S BENTLEY – NIGHT – 2007
Crowley has a hands-free calling system: he’s driving.
CROWLEY
Call Aziraphale.
CARPHONE SYSTEM
Calling Aziraphale.
PHONE SYSTEM
We are sorry. All circuits are busy. We are sorry. All circuits are . . .
158INT. THE BOOKSHOP – NIGHT – 2007
Aziraphale enters, humming Schubert. Hangs up his coat.
The phone on the desk rings . . . Aziraphale glares at it. He wants to let it ring. Then he picks it up.
AZIRAPHALE
I’m afraid we’re quite definitely closed.
159INT. TADFIELD VILLAGE PHONE BOX – NIGHT – 2007
Crowley is standing in the last village phone box in England to have a working payphone in it.
CROWLEY
Aziraphale? It’s me. We have to talk.
AZIRAPHALE
Yes. Yes, I rather think we do.
CROWLEY
Really? Okay. Usual place.
AZIRAPHALE
I, um . . . I assume this is about . . .
CROWLEY
Armageddon. Yes.
He breaks the connection.
160EXT. ST JAMES’S PARK DUCK POND – MORNING – 2007
It’s morning in St James’s Park. It feels like a spy movie.
GOD (V.O.)
Everyone knows the best place for a clandestine meeting in London is, and always has been, St James’s Park. They say the ducks in St James’s Park are so used to being fed by secret agents that they’ve developed Pavlovian reactions to them.
There are people around the pond, all pretending that they are not secret agents having clandestine meetings. We can see a Russian and an American having a meeting, a British ag
ent and a Chinese, a French and a Brazilian. In each case, they are actually eating sandwiches and pretending to feed the ducks.