GE 1997-8 Season 4 Episode 7: The Moose Hunting Journal
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
DOUG: THE BCN THING
PAUL : You can imagine my excitement
last week when I hit play on
my answering machine and heard
the following.
SFX: CLICK OF ANSWERING MACHINE
VOX: ... is the policy of Columbia
House records, and I’m afraid
you’ll have to pay within ...
PAUL: Ooops, wrong message.
SFX: TAPE FAST FORWARDS
GER: Here it is Paul, from the
department of wildlife ... I’m
opening it up ...
SFX: LETTER RIPS OVER PHONE
GER: Skin Cabin Pond! Cape Shore
32, Bull Only! Tell your Mom
to heat her hob, Paul! We’ll
have our Moose this year!
PAUL: Yes, my old pal Ger got the
moose license. It was time to
once against convene a meeting
of the my oldest pals, the
boys, time to swaddle yourself
in blaze orange, oil the 303,
pack a lunch and head for the
woods. This, then, is my
moose hunting journal
SFX: CROSS TO PAUL’S BASEMENT
PAUL: We’re in the basement of Moth
Manor on Quidi Vidi road to
plan our moose hunting
expedition to Skin Cabin Pond.
I’m joined by my old buddies
Bill Murphy ...
BILL: Present.
PAUL: Bill is two weeks sober I
believe.
BILL: Two weeks, three days, six
hours and seventeen minutes.
ALL: Rah rah
GER: It was the right thing to do.
You were out of control Bill.
BILL: Yeah.
PAUL: Also here is Gerry Cadigan.
GER: (leaning into mic) A big
Newfoundland hello to Canada.
PAUL: That’s fine Ger. I’m doing
like an audio diary thing,
audio verite, so you don’t
have to, you know, goof it up.
And boys, this is a voice-
activated microphone, so you
want to be careful with the
language. Okay?
GER: Sure.
PAUL: And Ger has brought along a
... friend, local social
activist and house husband,
Farley Monk.
FAR: Great to with the men, fourth
in the circle.
SILENCE
PAUL: So, I’ll get Mom to pack some
grub.
GER: We can take my truck.
BILL: What of fire power? I got my
Burmeister Buffallo, three
ought three.
SFX: SLUG IN CHAMBER
GER: Here’s the old Schikenbron
Double Bore.
SFX: SLUG IN CHAMBER
Farley?
FAR: Oh, I could never fire a gun.
silence.
BILL: What are you packing, Paul?
PAUL: Let’s check the old gun
locker. I haven’t even looked
at these since I was in Los
Angeles.
SFX: Locker opens
PAUL: Let’s see Uzi auto pistol, AK-
47, Galil machine gun ...
BILL: Jeez, Paul, what are you doing
with all the artillery ?
PAUL: When in Rome.
FAR: You must have had a lot of
aggression.
PAUL: You don’t know the half of it.
I had some dental work done in
LA, and I figured the CIA put
a tracking device in one of my
fillings so that I’d lead them
to my old Mexican Producer,
Coco Cabrera. Needless to say
I was spooked.
FAR: The CIA was tracking you!
PAUL: In the end it ... it was the
speed balls talking . Anyway
lots of guns.
Ah, here it is, boys, the
weapon of choice. Freedom
Arms 454 with the 10” barrel
and night sights.
GER: A handgun, Paul ? Moose
hunting ?
PAUL: I stopped a `78 Chevy Caprice
in its tracks with this baby,
Ger. Delivers a ton of
energy.
But if I am not mistaken, Bill
has the secret weapon.
P,B,G: CONSPIRATORAL LAUGHTER
BILL: Indeed I do, straight out of
my freezer.
SFX: LARGE FROZEN CHUNK ON TABLE
P,B,G: cheers
FAR: What is it?
BILL: The cock and balls of a bull
moose.
FAR: OH WOW! I’ve read about this.
The men of the Sagoonay tribe
of Oougubomba do this.
PAUL: Do what?
FAR: Perform a ritual dance with
the sexual organs of a large
ruminent before the hunt. (he
sings and dances) Oouga ouga
ouga
PAUL: No, no, no, Farley. It’s
because of the hunting
license, “Bull Only”.
FAR: Sorry?
BILL: If we shoot a cow we’ve got
Mr. Moose’s gear here to show
the Warden.
FAR: Ooooh, I see. We could still
do the dance.
BILL: What in the name of god are
you getting on with Farley?
FAR: Well whatever. Paul, where’s
the little boys room?
PAUL: Upstairs. Don’t mind Mom.
SFX: FARLEY EXITS
BILL: What was that?
PAUL: Where did you find Farley?
GER: He’s the circle leader in my
men’s group.
BILL: Men’s group? Is that some
kind of homo thing?
GER: Nooooo! It’s to develop mens
sensitivity.
PAUL: Mens Group!
GER: Pamela insisted I join, get in
touch with my feminine side.
BILL: Pamela’s a wing ding.
GER: That’s my fiance you’re
talking about there pal!
PAUL: Shhh Shhhh Here comes Farley.
FARLEY: So when do we start?
PAUL: Tommorrow and four o’clock in
the morning.
SFX: IRVING RESTAURANT
PAUL: Cripes, I need more sleep.
GER: I slept like a baby.
BILL: I find now, not drinking, I
have these horrible dreams ...
FAR: You should try Melatonin
BILL: Is that like ‘Ludes? Do you
have ‘Ludes?
WAIT: Hey Guys.
ALL: hellos
WAIT: Coffees all around ?
P,B,G: Yeah, sure ...
FAR: Do you have herbal teas?
WAIT: No.
FAR: Okay, just some spring water.
I love these booths, it’s just
like our mens circle. Here,
Bill, give me your hand.
BILL: DON’T ... touch me Farley.
FAR: No problem. You know I’ve
really got to pee.
PAUL: Go pee.
FAR: No ... it’s ... oh wait, its
clear, I’m going.
BILL: Ger, what is it with this guy
and the bathroom?
GER: He’s got this toilet anxiety
thing he’s working through.
BILL: What?
GER: He can’t urinate in front of
other men.
PAUL: That can be rough.
SFX: CROSS TO INTERIOR CAR. LONG
SILENCE
GER: I don’t know about this, boys.
BILL: He’ll be fine.
PAUL: Just leaving him there like
that. Oh look, his coat is
back here.
BILL: Just forget it. He’ll be
fine.
GER: I don’t know, Bill, Farley’s
pretty sensitive.
BILL: Shut up, Ger. Shit, I am
parched for a drink.
PAUL: Listen, listen, turn up the
radio, turn up the radio.
SFX: EXTERIOR FOOTSTEPS. DOOR
CREAKS OPEN. FOOTSTEPS INSIDE
PAUL: Ahhhh, the old shack at Skin
Cabin Pond, a rustic reminder
of the old Terra Nova that
used to be.
BILL: This is desperate.
GER: It’s no worse than it ever
was.
BILL: The booze certainly cast this
dump in a rosier light.
PAUL: Don’t think like that, Bill.
BILL: OOOOOOOH I NEEEEED A DRINK.
GER: Well, there’s no booze along,
Paul saw to that.
BILL: Thanks Paul, you’re a real
pal.
PAUL: You’re welcome. The sun will
soon be up, lets go get our
moose.
SFX: CROSS TO OUTDOORS
CAREFUL FOOTSTEPS THROUGH THE
FOREST. TENSE, HEAVY
BREATHING. BOYS IN RAISED
WHISPERS THROUGHOUT
BILL: A few signs.
GER: Yes boy, a few signs.
PAUL: Any signs, boys?
BILL: Yes, a few signs.
SFX: MORE FOOTSTEPS
BILL: Look at this.
GER: That looks pretty fresh.
PAUL: Sure there’s steam comin off
it.
BILL: I say he’s close.
PAUL: What?
GER: Shhhhh.
SFX: MORE FOOTSTEPS
BILL: I say he’s real close.
PAUL: Is that...?
SFX: ALL MEN START FIRING WILDLY
INTO THE WOODS, SHOTS BRING
MORE SHOTS AND THEN SHOUTS OF
ALARM
BILL: Whoooah.
GER: WHOOOAH
BILL: HOLD OFF!
THE MEN’S HEARTS ARE POUNDING
FURIOUSLY
BILL: Okay there, Paul ?
PAUL: Fine here. Ger ?
GER: Good here, good here, all men
accounted for?
BILL: All accounted for.
PAUL: All accounted for. Wheeew!
BILL: Boys oh boys oh boys, my
nerves.
GER: Move on then?
PAUL: Sure.
BILL: Ah ... I ... wouldn’t mind
going back for ...a change of
pants myself.
GER: I’m with you Bill.
PAUL: That makes three.
SFX: RETURN TO THE CABIN AT NIGHT
GER: We’ll have better luck
tomorrow.
BILL: (mocking him) We’ll have
better luck tomorrow.
PAUL: Pickled wiener, Bill?
BILL: Argggh, food.
GER: We used to have better luck
when Bill would do his moose
call.
PAUL: Yeah, Bill would get tanked
up, totally loaded, cover
himself in mud and let go with
the moose call.
GER: Never failed.
PAUL: Give us the moose call, Bill.
BILL: Nah.
GER: Come on boy, Bill, the old
moose call.
BILL: (a feeble attempt)
gnnoooonck....
GER: No that’s not it.
PAUL: Put more into it.
BILL: (no better) gnnnnnoock.
GER: No.
BILL: I say tomorrow we go on up
past the Lucifer Gulllies,
there’s always moose up there.
PAUL: It’s a bit of a hike.
BILL: Come on, Paul
PAUL: Okay, okay ...
SFX: CROSS TO NEXT DAY, VERY DEEP
IN THE WOODS
BILL: WE ARE NOT LOST!
GER: (very distraught) WE ARE! WE
ARE LOST!
PAUL: It’s getting pretty dark, I
don’t think we’ll ... hey look
at that, a cabin.
SFX: BOYS RUSH OVER
BILL: Jezus Murphy.
GER: Is it locked?
SFX: HEAVY RAIN STARTS, GUN SHOT,
WOOD SPLINTERS
BILL: Not any more.
SFX: CROSS TO INSIDE CABIN
PAUL: This is a bit of luck.
BILL: Doesn’t look like any one has
been here in years.
GER: Look, a few old cans of beans.
PAUL: “John Franklin’s Beans”, I
mean what can go wrong with
canned food ?
PAUL OPENS AND STARTS TO EAT
GER: Jeez, Paul, I don’t know if
you should be eating those.
PAUL: (FACE FULL OF BEANS) They’re
from a tin, Ger. Come on,
boy.
Look, there in the corner,
there’s an old microphone.
And wire recordings.
BILL: Oh, boy.
PAUL: This must be Ron Gellately’s
cabin. He used to be the host
of this show, The Great
Eastern. He used to do Boil-
up from here.
BILL: Ask me if I care, Paul.
PAUL: (BEANS IN FACE) This is
freaking me out.
GER: And what’s this ?
BILL: It’s ... it’s rum.
PAUL: Don't, Bill.
BILL: I’m cool, I’m cool. This
stuff is ancient, though.
Look ... Young Sam, Lieutenant
Morgan.
PAUL: I guess we should bunk down
here for the night, try to
make it back to our cabin
tomorrow.
BILL: Dark rum.
PAUL: Go lie down, Bill.
BILL: Yeah okay
SFX: CROSS TO PAUL’S SNORES
GER: Wake up, Paul. Paul?
PAUL: Don’t probe me ... don’t probe
me.
GER: WAKE UP!
SFX: RUSTLE OF PAUL WAKING. CLICK
OF GUN
PAUL: GET BACK, AGNEW! I’LL SHOOT!
GER: IT’S ME ... GERRY!
PAUL: Ohhhh I’m back in desert ... a
ship ... Detective Agnew.
GER: It’s the beans, Paul, the
beans must have been bad.
PAUL: What’s going on?
GER: Bill’s gone.
PAUL: What?
GER: So is the rum.
PAUL: Oh my.
SUDDENLY SAVAGE MOOSE CRIES
FROM OUTSIDE, GUN FIRE,
SEVERAL SHOTS ENTER CABIN.
GER AND PAUL PANIC, SCREAM AND
YELL. ONE DEMOLISHES THE TAPE
MACHINE
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