The Death of Bunny Munro (2025) s01e05 Episode Script

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The following programme
contains strong language
and scenes of a sexual nature.
'..To keep the whole
family entertained this summer,
we've got just the ticket!
Sunshine, laughter, come and see
Butlins is the place to be
Let's go Butlins! ♪
Go Butlins!
'Butlins, our true intent'
"Our true intent,
all for your delight."
Fuck me, did you just hear that?
Butlins.
What's Butlins, Dad?
What's Butlins? Only the best
holiday camp in the whole world.
My dad took me when I was a kid.
Christ, my old man.
I don't remember him.
Bunny Boy, he was unbelievable.
I thought we were working
out on the road, you know.
Couldn't believe it when
we pulled up, saw the sign,
"our true intent," realised he was
taking me away, the two of us.
As soon as we got to the room,
he sends me off to the pool,
says he'll be down in a bit.
Ages I was there,
floating around like a crocodile,
watching all these kids,
all these families splashing about.
I saw him in the end. Bar.
This little tiki bar they had.
Shirt on, jacket,
pomade in his hair, the lot.
And now,
I know exactly why
we've gone to Butlins.
Course,
he's got some raunchy tete-a-tete,
some liaison kangaroo
with some slapper.
And I watched them
just having a drink and a chat.
I see the way she's looking at him.
This look in her eye, just
helpless.
Yeah.
He was fucking incredible,
my old man.
Then they finish their drinks
and off they go, you know.
Off he goes.
And there I am, in this pool still,
getting chilly now, and then
I feel it.
Like heat on my back.
And I turn around, and there,
sitting on the edge of the pool,
was this girl.
And she was smiling at me.
Watching me.
And I gotta tell you, Bunny Boy,
she had the most beautiful eyes
I've ever seen in my entire life.
And something came over me.
Like I was filled up with this
power.
So, I kind of glided towards her,
and the closer I got,
the more she was smiling.
And all the emptiness
that I felt in here
just went away.
And I knew then
what I was put
on this stupid planet to do.
That I had it, what he had.
That gift.
And I didn't need anything else,
because I knew
that one day
I could be just like him.
This man.
Never wanted, never needed,
just took the world in his hand
and squeezed it fucking dry.
The great Bunny Munro the First.
Right.
Let's go see Grandad.
Oh, baby
It's a commitment
It's a commitment, baby
M-M-My wife don't like it
My wife don't like it!
It's a commitment, yeah
We gotta love one another or die,
brother
We gotta love one another or die
Oh, baby
Cos it's superglue
It's superglue
It's superglue, baby!
Knock 'em dead
Knock 'em dead! ♪
Ready?
OK.
Right, let's go.
Piss off! I'm busy!
Alright, Dad? It's me.
Bunny.
Oh, man.
Perhaps we can turn this off?
Who cares?
Fucking thing don't work
no more anyway.
You look well.
Fuck off!
Give us a fag then.
Maybe I should make you
a nice cup of tea.
I don't want a nice cup of tea.
How you doing?
70 years old
and I go and get cancer,
how the fuck do you think I'm doing?
Is there anything I can do?
You?
You must be fucking joking.
Let me go and make you some tea.
I told you,
I don't want any fucking tea!
Don't break that, son,
it's worth a bloody fortune.
Sorry, Grandad.
Here, leave that bloody bird alone
and come over here to Grandpa.
I hope you break his heart.
I hope you break it
like he broke mine.
Jesus.
Leave him alone.
And give us a fag.
Fuck off and buy your own.
Your fucking dad
I tried to teach him the business.
Antiques.
Mm. A real man's game.
I showed him the most lovely things
a boy could wish to see.
Oh, come on.
You shut our fucking hole.
You are beyond recall!
You are a lost cause!
But we might still be able
to save the kid.
If he'd just use his ears.
Down on Tom Tiddler's ground,
we were.
Picking up gold and silver.
I had a nose for it, you see.
I could smell
a piece of Chippendale,
a box of Georgian silver
under the stairs,
pretty bit of French,
tasty bon du jour.
Mm.
Those old girls,
give 'em a few words
and that special look,
"Well, can we do business now,
madam?"
And I'd have
that Sheraton escritoire
off the old bitch for a song.
A lovely bit of serpentine.
Not a single straight line on it.
I had the gift.
I was a fucking master of the art.
And he
ended up peddling toilet brushes.
Beauty products.
Fucking door to door.
By appointment.
Watch out, ladies!
Here comes the bog roll man!
Come on, Dad.
Come on?! Come on?!
Yeah, come on.
I gave you my name,
and you made
a fucking mockery of it.
You broke my heart.
You dashed the cup from my lips.
You little cunt.
I tried.
What? Did you?
Tried? Did you?
Fuck off. Fuck off!
Here.
You're not gonna end up
a nobody like him, are you?
My dad could sell
a bicycle to a barracuda.
What did you say?
Dad.
Dad
Do you mock me? Huh?
Dad.
Do you fucking well mock me?!
Stop.
What did you say?
I said stop. Please.
What did you fucking say to me?!
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Look at you.
You not been listening to me, boy?
You are beyond help.
You both are.
Get him out of here!
I'm dying, son.
Dad
I don't think he'd sell
many beauty products.
"Please can you buy"
Don't you fucking dare.
Having one of those days.
You alright?
Yeah, no, I'm good. I nearly
missed the bus this morning.
You know when you're sort of running
and sweating and your hair's all
Shall we go home, then?
Probably should.
I think they'll be
missing me at school.
Even Miss Crosby.
Might be alright.
We can make the flat nice.
I could keep all of Mummy's
stuff in my room
if we need to make space, so
What?
You know what it is tomorrow,
don't you? The expo.
Deluxe and delightful. The big one.
We're still going?
Course we're fucking going!
We're shaking the money tree,
boy, aren't we?
Milking the jolly green cow,
grabbing the moolah,
and gleaning the beans.
We are, as they say in the trade,
looting and pillaging.
We are doing what
we were born to do.
It's in our blood. You hear me?
We are vampires, we are vultures,
we are a frenzy of piranha
flenching a water buffalo.
We are barracuda
Hi.
We just open our great big jaws,
and all the little fishies
come swimming in.
Rah!
He's nearly here, you know.
Could be just around that corner.
Could be just outside that door.
And the big question is,
who's he gonna get next?
Well, lucky for you, Emily,
you've got the world's biggest
bunny here to protect you.
Eh?
Yeah, right.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
She's the image of Kate Moss.
Only, you know, fatter and uglier.
Oi!
Fancy a little toot?
Outside?
Dad, I think she's busy.
Here we go.
And she's gonna ask her boss
to go on her break.
Just gonna nip out for a smoke.
You'll be alright for a few minutes
if I get you an ice cream
or something, won't you?
Dad, I think we should go.
What's that?
I said I think we should go.
Don't worry, boy.
Won't take long.
Won't take me long at all.
Hey! Come on.
Dad
What?!
Oh, hello.
Alright there, mate?
It's time to go.
Oh, yeah? Where you going?
Well, you need to leave.
OK. What did you just say to her?
What?
Listen, mate, I get it.
You know, you've been
chipping away for months,
trying to work up the courage
to ask her out to the pictures,
dreaming of a peck on the cheek
at the end of the night,
maybe a bit of lights-out missionary
on date number 340-fucking-six,
then along comes Bunny,
throwing a monkey wrench up
in your whole programme.
What you talking about?
Well, fuck it!
We're busy.
Things to do, people to see.
Come on, boy, we're going.
Jesus Christ,
that little pigeon of a boy
is gonna tell Bunny Munro
what to do?!
She should complain!
Take it straight to corporate!
She's entitled to a five-minute
break every hour!
That's employment law!
Oh well, fuck it, Bunny Boy.
We're back in the game. Eh?
Fuck, fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Don't look, don't look,
don't look, don't look! Put
Just put your head down!
You fucking pigs!
You won't catch Bunny Munro!
Mummy?
Oh, come on.
Come on.
'Eternity Enterprises.'
Geoffrey.
Bunny.
It's good to hear your voice, bwana.
Did you get my message
about your dad?
Yeah. I've seen him.
Is he OK?
He's great.
What about you and Junior?
Where are you?
Barnham.
Why don't you come home?
Has everyone gone fucking mad?
It's the big one tomorrow, Geoffrey,
and I need to get my head
in the game, so give me some names.
Bunny, mate,
I don't have any leads in Barnham.
Fuck are you talking about?!
You've gone too far, Bun.
Listen, you fucking Hey.
Hey.
Have the police called again?
Police? No.
Don't lie to me, Geoffrey.
They're fucking everywhere.
Bunny, please.
I want you to come home, mate, now.
Why?
Because you're my friend,
and I love ya.
They're there, aren't they?
They're listening in! Fuck you!
Did they hear that? Geoffrey!
Listen, I know you're hurting,
my friend.
She was a good woman.
Fuck you! You Fuck you!
Right then, Bunny my Boy. Time for
a little old-fashioned cold calling.
What did Geoffrey say?
He wants us to go home.
When?
Right now.
Are we going?
Are we fuck!
That place is crawling with police.
Is that what Geoffrey said?
No, but he's lying.
How do you know?
Get this:
he told me he loved me.
Oh, Dad.
What?
Good afternoon, Bunny Munro,
purveyor of the finest beauty
products. I have hydrating skin
-Not interested. - No? - No.
-I have rich, hydrating,
age-targeting lotions
I said no thanks, fuck off.
Fuck off! Fuck off!
I said fuck off!
Fuck you! What about fuck you!
Hey?! What about you?
Argh!
Fuck you!
Fuck.
Argh! Fuck!
I'm Bunny Munro, purveyor
of the finest in beauty products.
I have rich, hydrating, age-targeting
lotions to soften the skin
and exfoliate surface cells
for a richer, smoother look.
The skin is awakened
to its fullest potential.
I'm Bunny Munro!
I sell beauty products!
Strictly by fucking appointment!
I'm Bunny Munro. Will you fuck me?
Will you fuck me?
Will somebody please fuck me?!
Dad?
I've been talking with Mummy.
What?
I think she's been
looking out for me.
Right. What?
I told her to go away, and she did.
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I really wanna go home now.
Please.
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Please, Daddy.
Bingo.
Please, Daddy.
How do I look?
Good.
Got a good feeling about this one.
Dad! You forgot your case!
Baby, look at you.
I've got a confession to make.
I don't have any money.
Sorry.
Call me Bunny.
Bunny?
You're my Bunny?
Oh.
Oh, look, give me that.
Let me take that.
We don't wanna burn
the whole house down, do we?
There.
Fuck.
Oh, no, fuck.
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
Come on.
Oh, come on. Fuck. Come on.
Fuck, come on, please.
Go on.
Fuck! Come on!
Fuck!
JACKSON C. FRANK: Milk and Honey ♪
Gold and silver
Is the autumn
Soft and tender
Are her skies
Yes and no
Are the answers
Written in
My true love's eyes ♪
Hello, stranger.
Mummy.
I
I'm sorry I lost the encyclopaedia.
I did really love it.
I know.
Are you sad?
No, love.
All I wanted was
the look on your face
when I gave it to you.
Remember when we found out
where an octopus's balls were?
Where are they?
In his head.
It's a weird and wonderful
world, alright.
Is it?
I promise you it is.
I'm sorry.
I wasn't strong enough.
But you are.
You're the strong one.
You know that now, don't you?
Sweetheart,
your dad can't help you.
He's truly lost.
I know.
It's really sad, isn't it?
It is.
But listen.
I need to tell you something
really important.
Yeah?
No matter what happens,
I need you to persevere.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Yeah.
Something bad is gonna happen.
You want me to be strong.
You're pretty cool, you know that?
I'm doomed.
It felt like I'd been driving
For a thousand years
And I could not even imagine
what was coming down the road
And I heard a voice
coming out of the sky
You gotta love one another or die ♪