The Animals of Farthing Wood (1993) s03e11 Episode Script
The Worst Kind of Hurricane
Fox and I could never forget that it was told who led all the farthing wood animals to our new home here in Whitedale Park.
We would have given anything to protect our brave little friend from the most terrifying experience of his life.
Lovely day, I spike me, boy!
Killing!
Thankfully, he survived.
I'll, however, was still imprisoned in her jacket of building cement.
Huh? No!
Which was resisting all the efforts of her fellow flappers to free her.
Oh, what a beautiful morning! I've never seen a better one! Not in all my days.
I, Herkall, it's mighty borny.
It, it's a herklish morning. A morning to be herklish on.
I know. I'll do something extra specially kind this morning.
There's going to be a herkall.
What? Where? Or when?
Mossy, you ought not to see such things. You've upset Herkall. That is. Oh, you wee pest.
That's it, you'll tell him. He is a wee pest. Hear that, Mossy? You're a wee pest. It's official.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I am sorry. That was unkind.
Er, Herkall! Well, I suppose we'd better see Fox and tell him what the beast he says.
Come on then. Kia, Herkall. Hurry! It could be here soon. Herkall!
Herkall! Fox! Fox, queen! Fox! Fox!
Oh, what is it?
Oh, not trouble, surely.
Not on a day like this.
Excuse us.
But Bossy has something to tell you.
This is going to be a hurricane.
You're making mountains out of Mole Hills again, Bossy.
This is going to be a hurricane.
You're making mountains out of Mole Hills again, Bossy.
I'm going to be a hurricane.
There is.
Silly, wee, moody pissed.
He puts even drizzle.
You'll see.
Oh, please, go back to your set and stay there.
Please, promise me.
But it's the best day ever.
No hurricane.
That extra special kind thing you wanted to do this morning.
This is it.
Please, for me, go back to your set.
Oh, all right then.
Heart call.
You're nowhere to find me.
Would you like a bag of wood?
There are new tristles.
Look.
Oh, I'll get you another one, shall I?
What?
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, no.
She's dead.
Dead.
Oh, oh.
I'm not dead yet.
I'm still here.
Oh, my dearest, fiddler friend.
My own darling, who's hot?
Somehow, I'll get you out of that cement overcoat.
I don't know how, but I will.
Do I look even more handsome than usual this morning?
Very handsome.
Give me the ball.
It's the human chicks.
I'll come back when they come in.
With a nice juicy maggot.
What?
Come on.
Quick, kick it.
Oh, dad.
Oh, dad.
Quick, quick, quick.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
Go!
I don't want to leave.
May neither as well.
It's a great home.
Fill up the best, weasley, fun, ever.
Yeah.
You don't want that nasty wild board, as Dickie's great big tusks in your father, do you?
Yes, yes.
Can't you control those two?
Look at them.
They turn into delinquents.
And no wonder with you, that father.
I love you.
All of you.
Come, a good father.
A storm.
A big one.
Oh, it's miles away.
What do you say?
A big storm.
I think it's a hurricane.
It's coming this way.
Wastely, I'm like you for this.
You basically talk.
Help!
What do you mean?
Help!
Run!
I could trust the easler.
Say help as you.
Help!
It's going to fall.
Oh, my aching head.
Oh, oh, look, you're free.
Catch it, but free.
Please, take your own y'all's home.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
It's alright.
We're safe now.
There's not much hurricane left on shore.
The mole was right, wasn't he, Fox?
It seems so, yes.
Thank you, plucky.
He was.
Mossy was right.
It is a hurricane.
I was wrong.
He was right.
He'll be safe and snug now, deep under the earth, chewing worms.
We're no trees fall.
I never realised there were so many advantages in being a mole.
I'm mightily worried about Heracle.
He's all alone in our set.
You know what he's like.
Such an houry bleather outside.
Oh, he'll be in the most dreadful panic.
Don't worry, Shadow.
He's quite safe, and the hurricane won't last much longer.
No.
I must go and see that he's alright.
It's no far.
Shadow.
I love Zen Harikane.
Not nearly enough of him if he asks me.
I listen to that.
The power of Mother Nature.
So it makes you feel small and humble.
What are you scared of?
We're perfectly safe down here in the bowels of the earth.
Nothing can bother us here.
Call yourself.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
Oh, excuse me.
I didn't mean to crash in a norm.
I was chasing a worm, you see.
Hello, I'm a mole.
Of course you are.
We're all friends.
Soft, velvety, oddly disgusting at all.
An amouse almost a rat, isn't it?
Not as good a course, but same sort of thing in a way.
You know, kind of melsey, except in your no-tire to speak of.
They're my softie.
Who am I?
You sit there.
You're quite safe from the tempest what rides is above.
We're not going to eat him.
Are we rackies?
No!
There you are.
The king of the rats.
I knew you'd be down here, hiding from the hurricane.
You killed my mate.
And now I'm going to kill you.
You are a little sharp, but you're nasty, sleigh-er-enabled, thank you.
Get it!
Lift it up!
Kill it!
Rackies!
Rackies!
Rackies!
Well, that was exciting, wasn't it?
I enjoy that.
It's given me the most dreadful headache.
Oh, the pain!
And my darling owl.
She, whose hoots, unto my own hoots.
She's released from her cement prison.
Oh, happy day!
What?
Am I very dirty?
What?
Tell her the truth.
Go on.
Yes.
All right.
Tate.
And can you love me if I'm tate?
I will love you always.
What?
I loved you at first glance.
Will you come home with me?
Back to White Deer Park?
Anything you ask.
Let's go.
Now, straight away, home.
We can live there together.
Who and I me at my mate?
Oh, wait till they see how handsome you are.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, ma'am.
There's nothing left.
The whole world is destroyed.
Not the whole world.
How are you going to never attack the whole world?
No.
No.
Fido, clear out.
Be careful.
Weasel.
Weasel.
Weasel.
Weasel.
What's wrong with the big snow-tap?
His wife was killed by the hurricane.
Squashed under trees.
But he's still got me.
I'm all right.
I'll look after him.
He's my father and I'm his biglet.
I'm a considerable consolation.
On behalf of my little family and Weasel everywhere,
may I say how sorry we are about your wife?
Thank you.
I will eat kind of you.
I've lost everything.
Everything.
But I've still not him.
I'm a considerable consolation.
He is.
You are.
You were hitting up country.
Some of it grew up little and lived there.
He thinks I should meet as many pigs as possible.
Pig.
Weasel.
Don't worry about me.
I'll never be sausages.
No, what?
Weasel.
This time I won't have any arguments.
I won't have any tenders.
Oh, no, you're calling.
We're going back to White Deer Park.
We're going home.
We're our friends are.
We will all be safe.
All right.
Yes, ma'am.
You're right.
Let's go home.
You stupid dog.
You stupid dog.
What is it now, Rolo?
What have we here then?
It's a banger.
A female.
Good boy, Rolo.
Well done.
I'm sorry I said you were useless.
Can't feel anything broken.
Stale, we're better get her back to the cottage and see how she lives.
Come along, Rolo.
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Oh, dear.
What a mess.
What happened?
Well, but you know, the hurricane.
Oh, hurricane.
I must have slept right through it.
What a funny dream I had.
Did Shadow get you all right?
Shadow?
No, I left her with you one more time.
She came out in the hurricane to be with you, to look after you.
Perhaps she took shelter somewhere.
Shadow?
Shadow?
Shout.
You're a circle, wherever you are.
Ranger, you were quick.
What's the head count?
Not many casualties.
Very good, all in all.
A less serious squirrel.
They took shelter in the tree's poor things.
I reckon we lost 10 or 12.
The flag is going to check on the badges.
Mocyanara must be somewhere underground.
Let's hope it killed a few rats.
Is Shadow here?
My Shadow, my lovely Kane Shadow.
She's much kinder than me.
Much, much, much more Shadow.
Shadow?
I haven't seen her.
I haven't seen her.
Spread out everyone and look for Shadow.
Plucky?
Ranger?
You come with me.
I want to see what that noise is.
I've accounted for all the frogs, except 14.
Matee?
Look who it is.
Well, that harrickin did some good at least.
Go away here.
Insulin, weasel, if fox.
I won't let you watch me die.
I won't.
He's pinned. Good and proper.
I'm sorry, Trey.
You've been vile to us.
But I wouldn't have wished this to happen to you.
Go away.
All of you.
I want to die alone.
And you'll never know who'll be leader of the herd after you.
I'll be the leader.
No, you won't.
I will.
Shut up, you two.
We can decide later who'll be leader.
Leave the poor fellow in peace.
Come on, off you go.
And you two foxes.
Scoot.
Let him die alone.
Is that what he wants?
You want to succeed me.
Not you, lad.
I won't have it.
Look, um, lad, is it?
Excuse me, but he doesn't have to die.
If you three big stags got your antlers under that tree,
you might be able to move it and let him out.
Let him stew.
Yeah, let him rot.
Old foxes had a good idea.
They're terrible, those two.
I'll soon get them in line when I'm leader of the herd.
You'll never be.
Never.
Looks like it's just me, Trey.
Get ready.
I'm going to give it a try.
Well, lad.
These two'll be the one lion's fox.
Well, then. Looks like you're the new leader of the herd.
I'll have to fight the other stags first. Then I will be.
What's going to happen to him?
If he's lucky, the warden will find him. If not, well, I suppose that's the end of the poor brute.
Haven't seen a badger anywhere, have you?
Badger. Me, no. Sorry.
We would have given anything to protect our brave little friend from the most terrifying experience of his life.
Lovely day, I spike me, boy!
Killing!
Thankfully, he survived.
I'll, however, was still imprisoned in her jacket of building cement.
Huh? No!
Which was resisting all the efforts of her fellow flappers to free her.
Oh, what a beautiful morning! I've never seen a better one! Not in all my days.
I, Herkall, it's mighty borny.
It, it's a herklish morning. A morning to be herklish on.
I know. I'll do something extra specially kind this morning.
There's going to be a herkall.
What? Where? Or when?
Mossy, you ought not to see such things. You've upset Herkall. That is. Oh, you wee pest.
That's it, you'll tell him. He is a wee pest. Hear that, Mossy? You're a wee pest. It's official.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I am sorry. That was unkind.
Er, Herkall! Well, I suppose we'd better see Fox and tell him what the beast he says.
Come on then. Kia, Herkall. Hurry! It could be here soon. Herkall!
Herkall! Fox! Fox, queen! Fox! Fox!
Oh, what is it?
Oh, not trouble, surely.
Not on a day like this.
Excuse us.
But Bossy has something to tell you.
This is going to be a hurricane.
You're making mountains out of Mole Hills again, Bossy.
This is going to be a hurricane.
You're making mountains out of Mole Hills again, Bossy.
I'm going to be a hurricane.
There is.
Silly, wee, moody pissed.
He puts even drizzle.
You'll see.
Oh, please, go back to your set and stay there.
Please, promise me.
But it's the best day ever.
No hurricane.
That extra special kind thing you wanted to do this morning.
This is it.
Please, for me, go back to your set.
Oh, all right then.
Heart call.
You're nowhere to find me.
Would you like a bag of wood?
There are new tristles.
Look.
Oh, I'll get you another one, shall I?
What?
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, no.
She's dead.
Dead.
Oh, oh.
I'm not dead yet.
I'm still here.
Oh, my dearest, fiddler friend.
My own darling, who's hot?
Somehow, I'll get you out of that cement overcoat.
I don't know how, but I will.
Do I look even more handsome than usual this morning?
Very handsome.
Give me the ball.
It's the human chicks.
I'll come back when they come in.
With a nice juicy maggot.
What?
Come on.
Quick, kick it.
Oh, dad.
Oh, dad.
Quick, quick, quick.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
Go!
I don't want to leave.
May neither as well.
It's a great home.
Fill up the best, weasley, fun, ever.
Yeah.
You don't want that nasty wild board, as Dickie's great big tusks in your father, do you?
Yes, yes.
Can't you control those two?
Look at them.
They turn into delinquents.
And no wonder with you, that father.
I love you.
All of you.
Come, a good father.
A storm.
A big one.
Oh, it's miles away.
What do you say?
A big storm.
I think it's a hurricane.
It's coming this way.
Wastely, I'm like you for this.
You basically talk.
Help!
What do you mean?
Help!
Run!
I could trust the easler.
Say help as you.
Help!
It's going to fall.
Oh, my aching head.
Oh, oh, look, you're free.
Catch it, but free.
Please, take your own y'all's home.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
It's alright.
We're safe now.
There's not much hurricane left on shore.
The mole was right, wasn't he, Fox?
It seems so, yes.
Thank you, plucky.
He was.
Mossy was right.
It is a hurricane.
I was wrong.
He was right.
He'll be safe and snug now, deep under the earth, chewing worms.
We're no trees fall.
I never realised there were so many advantages in being a mole.
I'm mightily worried about Heracle.
He's all alone in our set.
You know what he's like.
Such an houry bleather outside.
Oh, he'll be in the most dreadful panic.
Don't worry, Shadow.
He's quite safe, and the hurricane won't last much longer.
No.
I must go and see that he's alright.
It's no far.
Shadow.
I love Zen Harikane.
Not nearly enough of him if he asks me.
I listen to that.
The power of Mother Nature.
So it makes you feel small and humble.
What are you scared of?
We're perfectly safe down here in the bowels of the earth.
Nothing can bother us here.
Call yourself.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
Oh, excuse me.
I didn't mean to crash in a norm.
I was chasing a worm, you see.
Hello, I'm a mole.
Of course you are.
We're all friends.
Soft, velvety, oddly disgusting at all.
An amouse almost a rat, isn't it?
Not as good a course, but same sort of thing in a way.
You know, kind of melsey, except in your no-tire to speak of.
They're my softie.
Who am I?
You sit there.
You're quite safe from the tempest what rides is above.
We're not going to eat him.
Are we rackies?
No!
There you are.
The king of the rats.
I knew you'd be down here, hiding from the hurricane.
You killed my mate.
And now I'm going to kill you.
You are a little sharp, but you're nasty, sleigh-er-enabled, thank you.
Get it!
Lift it up!
Kill it!
Rackies!
Rackies!
Rackies!
Well, that was exciting, wasn't it?
I enjoy that.
It's given me the most dreadful headache.
Oh, the pain!
And my darling owl.
She, whose hoots, unto my own hoots.
She's released from her cement prison.
Oh, happy day!
What?
Am I very dirty?
What?
Tell her the truth.
Go on.
Yes.
All right.
Tate.
And can you love me if I'm tate?
I will love you always.
What?
I loved you at first glance.
Will you come home with me?
Back to White Deer Park?
Anything you ask.
Let's go.
Now, straight away, home.
We can live there together.
Who and I me at my mate?
Oh, wait till they see how handsome you are.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, ma'am.
There's nothing left.
The whole world is destroyed.
Not the whole world.
How are you going to never attack the whole world?
No.
No.
Fido, clear out.
Be careful.
Weasel.
Weasel.
Weasel.
Weasel.
What's wrong with the big snow-tap?
His wife was killed by the hurricane.
Squashed under trees.
But he's still got me.
I'm all right.
I'll look after him.
He's my father and I'm his biglet.
I'm a considerable consolation.
On behalf of my little family and Weasel everywhere,
may I say how sorry we are about your wife?
Thank you.
I will eat kind of you.
I've lost everything.
Everything.
But I've still not him.
I'm a considerable consolation.
He is.
You are.
You were hitting up country.
Some of it grew up little and lived there.
He thinks I should meet as many pigs as possible.
Pig.
Weasel.
Don't worry about me.
I'll never be sausages.
No, what?
Weasel.
This time I won't have any arguments.
I won't have any tenders.
Oh, no, you're calling.
We're going back to White Deer Park.
We're going home.
We're our friends are.
We will all be safe.
All right.
Yes, ma'am.
You're right.
Let's go home.
You stupid dog.
You stupid dog.
What is it now, Rolo?
What have we here then?
It's a banger.
A female.
Good boy, Rolo.
Well done.
I'm sorry I said you were useless.
Can't feel anything broken.
Stale, we're better get her back to the cottage and see how she lives.
Come along, Rolo.
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Oh, dear.
What a mess.
What happened?
Well, but you know, the hurricane.
Oh, hurricane.
I must have slept right through it.
What a funny dream I had.
Did Shadow get you all right?
Shadow?
No, I left her with you one more time.
She came out in the hurricane to be with you, to look after you.
Perhaps she took shelter somewhere.
Shadow?
Shadow?
Shout.
You're a circle, wherever you are.
Ranger, you were quick.
What's the head count?
Not many casualties.
Very good, all in all.
A less serious squirrel.
They took shelter in the tree's poor things.
I reckon we lost 10 or 12.
The flag is going to check on the badges.
Mocyanara must be somewhere underground.
Let's hope it killed a few rats.
Is Shadow here?
My Shadow, my lovely Kane Shadow.
She's much kinder than me.
Much, much, much more Shadow.
Shadow?
I haven't seen her.
I haven't seen her.
Spread out everyone and look for Shadow.
Plucky?
Ranger?
You come with me.
I want to see what that noise is.
I've accounted for all the frogs, except 14.
Matee?
Look who it is.
Well, that harrickin did some good at least.
Go away here.
Insulin, weasel, if fox.
I won't let you watch me die.
I won't.
He's pinned. Good and proper.
I'm sorry, Trey.
You've been vile to us.
But I wouldn't have wished this to happen to you.
Go away.
All of you.
I want to die alone.
And you'll never know who'll be leader of the herd after you.
I'll be the leader.
No, you won't.
I will.
Shut up, you two.
We can decide later who'll be leader.
Leave the poor fellow in peace.
Come on, off you go.
And you two foxes.
Scoot.
Let him die alone.
Is that what he wants?
You want to succeed me.
Not you, lad.
I won't have it.
Look, um, lad, is it?
Excuse me, but he doesn't have to die.
If you three big stags got your antlers under that tree,
you might be able to move it and let him out.
Let him stew.
Yeah, let him rot.
Old foxes had a good idea.
They're terrible, those two.
I'll soon get them in line when I'm leader of the herd.
You'll never be.
Never.
Looks like it's just me, Trey.
Get ready.
I'm going to give it a try.
Well, lad.
These two'll be the one lion's fox.
Well, then. Looks like you're the new leader of the herd.
I'll have to fight the other stags first. Then I will be.
What's going to happen to him?
If he's lucky, the warden will find him. If not, well, I suppose that's the end of the poor brute.
Haven't seen a badger anywhere, have you?
Badger. Me, no. Sorry.