Charlie approaches a door.
CHARLIE
(calling up)
Mom, Dad, I'm here.
STUART (O.S.)
We're in here, son.
The apartment is a shrine to Scotland. Scottish paraphernalia,
miniature Scotty dogs, shortbread tins and, on wall, framed
pictures depict famous Scotsmen, Sean Connery, Jackie Stewart,
Alexander Graham Bell, James Doohan (Scottie from "Star
Trek"), Sheena Easton, Billy Connolly.
CHARLIE'S POV - AS WE ENTER THE LIVING ROOM
We see STUART, MAY, TONY, and little WILLIAM, Charlie's
fourteen year old little brother all singing:
ALL
(singing)
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y... NIGHT
STUART
(noticing Charlie)
Come give your old man a kiss or I'll kick your teeth in.
The group are eating dinner on TV trays. Charlie walks over
and turns off the record.
MAY
Charlie, put on Charlie Pride, would ya? Oh, I love Charlie Pride.
(begins singing; in thick Scottish accent)
HEY, DID YOU HAPPEN TO SEE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD...
STUART
May, shut it.
STUART MACKENZIE is in his late fifties, a butcher, with
Coke bottle glasses and thick head of black hair. His red-
haired wife, MAY, is in her fifties, attractive with a soft,
but tough appearance. Little WILLIAM, has a very large head
and a skinny neck. Like Charlie, he was born in America.
Charlie gives his Mom a hug, his father a kiss.
CHARLIE
Hey, William.
WILLIAM
(on his stomach on the floor; watching TV)
Hey, Charlie.
STUART
SCORES! MAGIC GOAL!
On the television, Stuart's team, Glasgow Celtic, has scored.
TONY
Aye -- magic.
STUART
Let's have a look at the re-play. William, move your head. Look at the size of that ooy's heed. I'm not kidding. It's like an orange on a tooth pick.
MAY
Stuart, you're going to give the boy a complex.
STUART
I'm not kidding. That's a huge noggin'. It has it's own weather system. It's a virtual planetoid.
(shouting to William)
Heed! Move!
We see the re-play of the goal on TV. Tony sits down and May
brings over a plate of stew and three types of potatoes,
piled very high.
MAY
Is that enough potatoes, Charlie?
CHARLIE
Enough to recreate Devil's Tower in "Close Encounters".
STUART
(sniffs the air)
Do I smell haggis?
CHARLIE
Aye, you do.
MAY
(taking it)
I'll put it in the frig.
Charlie notices Tony reading some papers. He realizes it's
literature from the Lyndon H. LaRouche Society.
CHARLIE
Dad, what are you doing to Tony now? Why do you abuse his mind like this?
STUART
That's the latest report from Lyndon H. LaRouche, outlining how the Queen and the Rothschilds masterminded the Soviet overthrow, so that they could reclaim lands they had annexed during the Holy Roman Empire.
TONY
(goading Charlie)
You know a lot of this makes sense.
CHARLIE
I think you're suffering from the Stockholm Syndrome, where the hostages start to relate to their captors.
STUART
Listen, Sonny Jim, it's a known fact there's a society of the five wealthiest people in the world, called the Pentaverate, who run everything and meet three times a year at a secret country mansion in Colorado, known as "The Meadows."
CHARLIE
(sarcastic)
And that's obviously why we haven't heard about it in the newspapers.
STUART
(inappropriately angry & loud)
That's right. They fuckin' own the papers, smartass. And everything else. Why do you think Scotland's not been able to get independence? Because the Queen the Pentavirate and those English dome heads in West Minster won't have it.
CHARLIE
Who are the other members of this pentaverate?
STUART
The Queen, the Rothchilds, the Gettys, the Vatican, and Colonel Sanders before he went tits up. Oh, I hated the Colonel with his wee beady eyes. And that smug look on his face.
CHARLIE
Dad how can you hate "the Colonel?"
STUART
Because the Colonel puts an addictive chemical in it that makes you crave it fortnightly.
CHARLIE
Interesting... coo-coo
MAY
Would anyone like a juice? Charlie, did I tell you, we bought a Juice Tiger?
CHARLIE
A Juice Tiger?
MAY
Aye, it's a juicer. It's part of my National Enquirer, Garth Brooks diet. Would you like potato juice?
CHARLIE
Thank you, no.
MAY
Sherri's late.
CHARLIE
Yeah, uh, Sherri and I broke up.
MAY
Oh, you didn't. Sherri was the daughter your father was never able to give me.
CHARLIE
I'm just not ready for marriage. I'm twenty-nine and my poems haven't even been published yet.
STUART
But it's not just the poetry is it son? You're afraid if you get married you'll lose your muse. Look at me, I was a strapping young butcher, at the height of my creative powers. When it came to de-boning a side of beef, there was nobody that could touch me. Then I married your mother. And people would still stand in awe as I filleted a shoulder of lamb.
MAY
Maybe it's just as well not to get married, look at the news. Where did I put it?
STUART
Heed. Move that melon of yours into the bathroom and get the paper for your mother.
William gets the National Enquirer and brings it back.
CHARLIE
That's not news, Dad. That's bullshit. I wouldn't wipe my ass with that paper.
STUART
What are you talking about? It's the fifth highest circulating paper in the United States, I'll have you know.
MAY
Oh, here it is. Mrs. X. The Honeymoon Murderer. She marries men under fake identities, and then murders them. She killed some German martial arts expert, and some plumber named Ralph Elliot. Her whereabouts are unknown.
There's another goal on the TV set.
STUART
Scores! Two nil. Magic!
TONY
Ah, beautiful goal. We HOLD on the TV set.
Time passes. The TV set
CROSS FADES:
TO THE END OF THE GAME
The two teams are shaking hands. And the final scores chyron
shows Celtic beating Rangers three nothing. We see Charlie
and Tony are leaving. Stuart is blind drunk.
STUART
(singing Rod Stewart's song)
YOU'RE IN MY EYES, YOU'RE IN MY DREAMS... YOU'RE CELTIC, UNITED AND BABY I'VE DECIDED...
MAY
Ah, you're steaming.
She meets Charlie and Tony at the door and kisses him good-
bye. She turns to kiss Tony, and holds on the kiss far too
long.
TONY
(pulling away)
See you later, Mrs. MacKenzie.
MAY
Oh, you've turned into a sexy Italian bastard.
CHARLIE
See you later, mom.
(calling out)
See you later, Dad.
STUART
Fine. Go! You've stayed your hour.
Charlie and Tony leave and enter...