Man to Man with Dean Learner (2006): Season 1, Episode 3 - Glynn Nimron - full transcript
Dean Chats With Glynn Nimron Who Is Best Known For His Role As Bot On Galacticops
'Live from his penthouse apartment
in London's glittering East End
'Live from his penthouse apartment
in London's glittering East End
'Dean Learner, club owner and publisher
of high-class gentlemen's magazines,
'invites you to join him
for an exclusive Man to Man.'
'Please welcome Mr Dean Learner!'
Thank you. Good evening
and welcome to Man to Man.
Thank you for dropping by the mansionette
at the top of Dean Towers.
If you'll forgive me,
I have one bit of AOB to attend to.
This week sees the launch of
my new television channel
dedicated to girl-on-girl pillow fighting.
You can order it by phoning
this number on your screen.
Give our call team your credit card details
and join the harmless fun.
Charges to your card will be marked
as "office equipment".
My VIP visitor tonight is a towering figure
in the world of sci-fi cinema
for the home video market.
Films such as Time Whackers, The Lactator
and Cock Gooses 1 through 8
have made him a hero to single men
throughout the world.
He's perhaps best remembered
for his role in the TV series Galactacops,
in which he played Bot,
the alien with a human heart.
His autobiography, Bot Seriously...
...movingly describes his career,
and is available from
the Dean Learner book club.
The number for that should come up
on your screen now.
Order now and get my autobiography
I Have A Dean:
Learning, Living And Loving
With Dean Learner
for the reduced price of £90.
But before I welcome this acting behemoth,
let's cop a look
at one of Bot's finest moments.
It's too late for me, Jack.
My time is over.
Do not weep, as I have known
many wonderful things
as the ship's chief pleasure port.
Why, you showed me the raging stars
of Dramatracon 5.
You showed me the twin moons
of the Gantrax helix,
where we liberated the Hoodrimons
from their vile slave masters,
and restored the mighty Optrix.
And you showed me that game
with those majestic coloured orbs.
What was the name of that game, Jack?
Snooker.
Snooker. Snooker.
Mourn not my passing,
for we Botricons do not fear death.
The knowledge of my people
may be passed on
to those who've joined our quest
for courage, wisdom
and, above all, dignity.
Let us perform the rite.
Drink, my friend.
Please give a warm intergalactic welcome
to Mr Glynn Nimron.
Galactacops! Galactacops!
If a planet needs a hand
That's where we will be
Galactacops! Galactacops!
Bringing justice to the galaxy.
Greetings, Captain.
At ease, soldier.
It's great to see you looking so well, Glynn.
Thank you very much, and thank you
for your wonderful introduction.
Although we in the business
never use "sci-fi". It's SF.
That's right.
For scientifical fictions!
- Not sci-fi.
- Never sci-fi.
Demontford Graney, the creator
of Galactacops, despised "sci-fi".
Like he despised Orientals.
It's a simple mistake,
but one I feel should be rectified.
- Could we have the fire a little lower, please?
- Yeah, sure.
I can no longer endure heat
stronger than 25 degrees Centigrade.
My forehead is already susceptible
to finger indentation.
Sure.
Let me know if you notice any discharge.
- I'll let you know should you discharge.
- Thank you.
If you could do likewise.
Of course.
There's a bit of a whiff, actually.
That's a chemical compound.
It cools the skin from within.
It isn't in the stores yet
because it's still highly flammable.
OK. Can we...? Let's have this fire
down a little bit lower. OK.
It's an honour to have you on the show.
I've had many achievements.
I own six nudey bars.
I've met both Proclaimers.
I refereed a tug-o-war
between them and Tears For Fears.
Meeting you is a culmination
of everything. I'm a huge fan.
It's the best moment of my entire life.
Thank you so much for coming.
Thank you very much, Dean.
Thank you very much for coming all this way.
You've flown in from Hawaii.
- That's right.
- You're half Hawaiian.
Yes. My father
was a Hawaiian fire breather.
My mother was a nurse
in a burns unit.
Ironically, on their first date
my father belched and set her alight.
She was a beautiful woman,
my mother - on the left-hand side.
She was certainly
a striking presence in any room.
I really enjoyed reading
your new autobiography,
which is the sixth you've written.
I tried squeezing them into five
but they wouldn't fit!
Wouldn't fit! Lovely!
But this is a special one
in which you discuss candidly
your relationship with the creator
of Galactacops, Demontford Graney.
He was a genius.
We shared a vision in Galactacops.
On one hand, it was a futuristic cop show.
On the other, it dealt with
fundamental human themes.
- Indeed, yes.
- Tolerance, compassion, love,
understanding, water sports and,
above all, dignity.
Human dignity,
something Demontford never lost,
right up until that final rectal prolapse
which ended his career.
I'm so proud because we've managed
to film you reading that book for DVD,
- out soon on the DEANVD label.
- Well...
That was on your suggestion, Dean.
I thought it might be even more appreciated
by the illiterate.
If you tap into the illiterate market
you're quids in cos they can't read the reviews!
Let's take a look.
Hello, I'm Glynn Nimron.
Welcome to volume 1.9
of my digitally versatile discal biog.
If you're expecting to meet Bot,
you're gonna be disappointed.
Bot is under strict instructions not to interfere.
Greetings, I am Bot.
Didn't I tell you not to interfere?
It is my nature to help those who are
struggling.
I'm managing very well, thank you.
Now, get outta here.
As you wish.
Gee! I hope he doesn't
pop up again unannounced!
I met Demontford Graney when I was
a young actor in some long-forgotten drama.
I'd never heard of the director.
One evening, as I was hosing off
my make-up in my dressing room,
he made his feelings known.
"Glynn," he said, drawing
the shower curtain closed behind him.
"You have the physique of an astronaut.
"Want you to play Bot in my new film.
"And you're using that loofah all wrong.
This is how it's done."
The rest of that evening is now,
sadly, just a haze.
But one thing was certain, a new and powerful
force had entered Glynn Nimrod.
The following day, I feverishly
devoured Demontford's script.
Bot had five lines. How the hell
was I gonna learn all this material?
I was terrified.
I'd only ever had one speaking role.
That was, "Please don't shoot me.
I'm new to this country."
So I consulted Demontford.
"Mr Graney," I said,
wringing my hands nervously.
"Maybe you should hire another actor."
He steadied my nervous wrists by securing
them tightly to my ankles and whispered,
"Glynn, I don't want an actor. I want you."
The rest of that lunch time
is now, sadly, just a haze.
But one thing was certain, Bot was back.
Did someone say my name?
Don't make me use this!
It stays as funny as that for the next 30 hours!
Bot is your most fam... only famous character.
How would you describe him to the millions
of people who have no idea who he is?
Well, Bot started out as trainee counsellor 3
on the Galactacops cruiser, the Galactacad,
and fast became a firm favourite with the fans.
By film 13, Bot had completed his training
and been promoted
to co-deputy assistant's secretary
to the advisory board for the vice-chief
junior ombudsman's standing committee.
Quite a physically demanding role.
Demontford did push you.
Didn't he put you on an oestrogen diet
so you could grow breasts?
Yes, he did.
Whenever I was anxious, Demontford
popped a reassuring thumb up my ass
and the whole worry of the world
would just melt away.
I'm about to embarrass you, Glynn.
I've had a dream to perform in a scene
with my favourite actor, Chuck Norris...
Only joking. Glynn Nimron!
I've got a script which I've written,
based on my autobiography.
I'd love you to look
at the part of my mother.
- OK.
- I've got it...
Hang on.
Could you hold this?
Oh.
Oh, Jesus Christ! Put him out! OK.
Cut to the pillow fight.
Put him out! Put him out!
Welcome back.
My guest tonight, Glynn Nimron,
has partially melted as a result
of an accidental fire in the studio.
An act of God, nothing
could have been done to prevent it.
Glynn's skin is thin due to surgical grafting
for breast augmentation.
The top of his head has come away,
his shoulders are slightly crispy
and his nipples have begun to weep.
He is being kept cool in the Man to Man
hospitality suite, where he is awaiting a doctor.
He is being kept moist,
having hot milk and cake,
and we've cut him
safely out of his trousers.
The lighting is low but Glynn
is both willing and contractually obliged
to continue... to continue talking to us.
Glynn, can you hear me?
- Oh, boy!
- Glynn...
Oh, wow!
Are you all right?
I'm just sorry we couldn't complete our script.
I've got the script.
It would be great to go through it.
Actually, I don't think that's a good idea.
I'm burned pretty bad.
It's all right.
Satu can hold up the script for you.
Oh...
I'll set the scene. I'm in the middle...
Oh!
Come on! Bub-bub-bub-bub.
- Oh.
- OK..
I'm opening my first lap-dancing club
and I receive a call
saying my mother is critically ill.
It's your line, first.
Oh, Jesus. I'm so god-damned hot!
No. No.
It's actually, "I'm so proud of you, Dean.
I'm sorry to do this on your big night."
Then it's my line. "Don't worry, Mother.
I forgive you. Can you not die for another hour?
"Gaz Top is here and the press
are clamouring for a photo of us."
Ooh!
No. No. No.
That's not it either, Glynn.
We'll play in the VT and we'll come back.
I don't think so, Dean. I'm burned pretty bad.
Yeah, no. You've said!
Earlier this year, I gave Glynn a camera.
Well, lent. He seems
to have taken it as a fucking gift!
I asked him to give us an insider's view
of the 14th Uxbridge Science Fiction
and Fantasy Convention.
Hi, I'm Glynn Nimron
and I'm here in Uxbridge, England
for the 14th Uxbridge Science Fiction
and Fantasy Convention
in the Uxbridge Conference Centre
right here in Uxbridge.
I'm going to go grab
a continental breakfast in my hotel
which, lucky for me, is situated
just across the way there.
Come on. I'll buy you coffee.
Galactacops! Galactacops!
If a planet needs a hand
That's where we will be
Galactacops! Galactacops!
Bringing justice to the...
Glynn Nimron.
- No.
- No?
No, really. There's nothing here.
Maybe they put it under
my travelling pseudonym, Mr Milk.
No.
What about Bot?
He could have put it under Bot.
Oh. Bot 9,000.
That's the one. It should be 10,000.
I got promoted in the last film
but that's their problem, not yours.
So how would you like to pay?
- I thought it was paid for.
- Not yet.
Oh, OK. How much is it?
It's 45 for a double.
Jesus Christ!
Thank you.
'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome
onto the stage Mr Glynn Nimron.'
Hello!
Hello, everybody.
Hello, Uxbridge. How are you?
Great or, as I should say,
as Bot would say, splenmatma wurnoff vo.
Splenmatma wurnoff vo.
You got it. It's wonderful to be here
among so many familiar faces.
Bang goes my speech!
You guys all heard it last year.
It's £5 for a pre-signed photograph.
£10 if I sign it in front of you.
For another £10, I'll take my top off!
No, seriously, just my shorts.
- Do you take cheques?
- I'll take just about anything!
I've had an idea.
You sign it and I'll fill it in!
I'm only kidding. £10. That's great.
Hello. What's your name?
- William.
- William comes from the German Wilhelm.
"Wil" meaning desire
and "helm" meaning helmet.
So I can quite legitimately
say to you, I desire your helmet.
In fact, I'm going to give you
a discount. That's £9.50.
And I will see you in the bar, hopefully.
Can I get a picture with you?
Of course. First take your 50p.
- Come over here.
- Thank you.
- OK. Come down to my level.
- Sorry.
OK.
I can't do a discount for children.
£10, £10, £10, £10. So £40.
We'll just take one.
I can only sign it to one of them.
Could you not do that to the table?
I've had a wonderful time,
one dirty banana too many.
It's good night from me
and it's good night from William,
who has kindly agreed to give
this aging alien a bed for the night.
Thanks for joining me and I hope
to see you next year. Over to you, Dean.
During that VT sequence,
Glynn's condition has sadly worsened.
My personal physician is with him.
He's a breast specialist.
He's done all of my girlfriends.
He has told me that Glynn has to have
a quadruple breast by-pass
or he'll drown in saline.
Phil, how's he doing?
- We're going to have to go now, Dean.
- Sure. No problem.
Our thoughts are with you, Glynn.
Doesn't look good.
Out of respect, I have chosen
not to continue our reading of my script.
We did perform together way back
on my old show Deano's After Dark.
Glynn was a regular visitor
after the cancellation of Galactacops.
He was trying to salvage his singing career,
so, at his behest, we sang a duet together.
This is for you, Glynn.
Hold on a minute. Where's Glynn?
I've no idea.
I wonder where he could be.
I'll take a look.
Glynn, where have you been?
The party started ages ago and the girls
are about to strip. Join in the fun.
No, Dean. I don't feel like it.
I want to look out this window for a while.
But why look out the window?
I can offer you far more attractive sights.
Be a sport.
I don't know, Dean. It's just not me.
I've always felt different from you guys.
Maybe that's why I love stars so much.
They don't judge.
There's a lot of places you can go
looking out a window.
Just wanderin', and wanderin'.
I knew a little boy
The saddest kid in town
He used to have a mom and dad
One burned and then one drowned
He'd play with little robot toys
Spacemen were his thing
And when his uncle came at night
He'd look outside and sing
I'm wanderin' and wanderin'
Across a field of stars
My bedroom, since my parents died
Has felt like prison bars...
Across the gulfs of space and time
And Saturn's magic rings...
There's space dust, rockets
Shooting stars
And no more horrid things
I'm wanderin'
He's wanderin"
Just wanderin"
We're wanderin'.
If you change your mind, come through.
There's rubbers in that drawer.
You're gonna make it through.
Keep focused. You've gotta want it.
Come on. You've gotta want it, Glynn.
- Looks really bad.
- Yeah. That's his last interview.
You can see it in the eyes.
It's gone. The fight's not there.
- Good show?
- Yeah. Wasn't too bad, actually.
in London's glittering East End
'Live from his penthouse apartment
in London's glittering East End
'Dean Learner, club owner and publisher
of high-class gentlemen's magazines,
'invites you to join him
for an exclusive Man to Man.'
'Please welcome Mr Dean Learner!'
Thank you. Good evening
and welcome to Man to Man.
Thank you for dropping by the mansionette
at the top of Dean Towers.
If you'll forgive me,
I have one bit of AOB to attend to.
This week sees the launch of
my new television channel
dedicated to girl-on-girl pillow fighting.
You can order it by phoning
this number on your screen.
Give our call team your credit card details
and join the harmless fun.
Charges to your card will be marked
as "office equipment".
My VIP visitor tonight is a towering figure
in the world of sci-fi cinema
for the home video market.
Films such as Time Whackers, The Lactator
and Cock Gooses 1 through 8
have made him a hero to single men
throughout the world.
He's perhaps best remembered
for his role in the TV series Galactacops,
in which he played Bot,
the alien with a human heart.
His autobiography, Bot Seriously...
...movingly describes his career,
and is available from
the Dean Learner book club.
The number for that should come up
on your screen now.
Order now and get my autobiography
I Have A Dean:
Learning, Living And Loving
With Dean Learner
for the reduced price of £90.
But before I welcome this acting behemoth,
let's cop a look
at one of Bot's finest moments.
It's too late for me, Jack.
My time is over.
Do not weep, as I have known
many wonderful things
as the ship's chief pleasure port.
Why, you showed me the raging stars
of Dramatracon 5.
You showed me the twin moons
of the Gantrax helix,
where we liberated the Hoodrimons
from their vile slave masters,
and restored the mighty Optrix.
And you showed me that game
with those majestic coloured orbs.
What was the name of that game, Jack?
Snooker.
Snooker. Snooker.
Mourn not my passing,
for we Botricons do not fear death.
The knowledge of my people
may be passed on
to those who've joined our quest
for courage, wisdom
and, above all, dignity.
Let us perform the rite.
Drink, my friend.
Please give a warm intergalactic welcome
to Mr Glynn Nimron.
Galactacops! Galactacops!
If a planet needs a hand
That's where we will be
Galactacops! Galactacops!
Bringing justice to the galaxy.
Greetings, Captain.
At ease, soldier.
It's great to see you looking so well, Glynn.
Thank you very much, and thank you
for your wonderful introduction.
Although we in the business
never use "sci-fi". It's SF.
That's right.
For scientifical fictions!
- Not sci-fi.
- Never sci-fi.
Demontford Graney, the creator
of Galactacops, despised "sci-fi".
Like he despised Orientals.
It's a simple mistake,
but one I feel should be rectified.
- Could we have the fire a little lower, please?
- Yeah, sure.
I can no longer endure heat
stronger than 25 degrees Centigrade.
My forehead is already susceptible
to finger indentation.
Sure.
Let me know if you notice any discharge.
- I'll let you know should you discharge.
- Thank you.
If you could do likewise.
Of course.
There's a bit of a whiff, actually.
That's a chemical compound.
It cools the skin from within.
It isn't in the stores yet
because it's still highly flammable.
OK. Can we...? Let's have this fire
down a little bit lower. OK.
It's an honour to have you on the show.
I've had many achievements.
I own six nudey bars.
I've met both Proclaimers.
I refereed a tug-o-war
between them and Tears For Fears.
Meeting you is a culmination
of everything. I'm a huge fan.
It's the best moment of my entire life.
Thank you so much for coming.
Thank you very much, Dean.
Thank you very much for coming all this way.
You've flown in from Hawaii.
- That's right.
- You're half Hawaiian.
Yes. My father
was a Hawaiian fire breather.
My mother was a nurse
in a burns unit.
Ironically, on their first date
my father belched and set her alight.
She was a beautiful woman,
my mother - on the left-hand side.
She was certainly
a striking presence in any room.
I really enjoyed reading
your new autobiography,
which is the sixth you've written.
I tried squeezing them into five
but they wouldn't fit!
Wouldn't fit! Lovely!
But this is a special one
in which you discuss candidly
your relationship with the creator
of Galactacops, Demontford Graney.
He was a genius.
We shared a vision in Galactacops.
On one hand, it was a futuristic cop show.
On the other, it dealt with
fundamental human themes.
- Indeed, yes.
- Tolerance, compassion, love,
understanding, water sports and,
above all, dignity.
Human dignity,
something Demontford never lost,
right up until that final rectal prolapse
which ended his career.
I'm so proud because we've managed
to film you reading that book for DVD,
- out soon on the DEANVD label.
- Well...
That was on your suggestion, Dean.
I thought it might be even more appreciated
by the illiterate.
If you tap into the illiterate market
you're quids in cos they can't read the reviews!
Let's take a look.
Hello, I'm Glynn Nimron.
Welcome to volume 1.9
of my digitally versatile discal biog.
If you're expecting to meet Bot,
you're gonna be disappointed.
Bot is under strict instructions not to interfere.
Greetings, I am Bot.
Didn't I tell you not to interfere?
It is my nature to help those who are
struggling.
I'm managing very well, thank you.
Now, get outta here.
As you wish.
Gee! I hope he doesn't
pop up again unannounced!
I met Demontford Graney when I was
a young actor in some long-forgotten drama.
I'd never heard of the director.
One evening, as I was hosing off
my make-up in my dressing room,
he made his feelings known.
"Glynn," he said, drawing
the shower curtain closed behind him.
"You have the physique of an astronaut.
"Want you to play Bot in my new film.
"And you're using that loofah all wrong.
This is how it's done."
The rest of that evening is now,
sadly, just a haze.
But one thing was certain, a new and powerful
force had entered Glynn Nimrod.
The following day, I feverishly
devoured Demontford's script.
Bot had five lines. How the hell
was I gonna learn all this material?
I was terrified.
I'd only ever had one speaking role.
That was, "Please don't shoot me.
I'm new to this country."
So I consulted Demontford.
"Mr Graney," I said,
wringing my hands nervously.
"Maybe you should hire another actor."
He steadied my nervous wrists by securing
them tightly to my ankles and whispered,
"Glynn, I don't want an actor. I want you."
The rest of that lunch time
is now, sadly, just a haze.
But one thing was certain, Bot was back.
Did someone say my name?
Don't make me use this!
It stays as funny as that for the next 30 hours!
Bot is your most fam... only famous character.
How would you describe him to the millions
of people who have no idea who he is?
Well, Bot started out as trainee counsellor 3
on the Galactacops cruiser, the Galactacad,
and fast became a firm favourite with the fans.
By film 13, Bot had completed his training
and been promoted
to co-deputy assistant's secretary
to the advisory board for the vice-chief
junior ombudsman's standing committee.
Quite a physically demanding role.
Demontford did push you.
Didn't he put you on an oestrogen diet
so you could grow breasts?
Yes, he did.
Whenever I was anxious, Demontford
popped a reassuring thumb up my ass
and the whole worry of the world
would just melt away.
I'm about to embarrass you, Glynn.
I've had a dream to perform in a scene
with my favourite actor, Chuck Norris...
Only joking. Glynn Nimron!
I've got a script which I've written,
based on my autobiography.
I'd love you to look
at the part of my mother.
- OK.
- I've got it...
Hang on.
Could you hold this?
Oh.
Oh, Jesus Christ! Put him out! OK.
Cut to the pillow fight.
Put him out! Put him out!
Welcome back.
My guest tonight, Glynn Nimron,
has partially melted as a result
of an accidental fire in the studio.
An act of God, nothing
could have been done to prevent it.
Glynn's skin is thin due to surgical grafting
for breast augmentation.
The top of his head has come away,
his shoulders are slightly crispy
and his nipples have begun to weep.
He is being kept cool in the Man to Man
hospitality suite, where he is awaiting a doctor.
He is being kept moist,
having hot milk and cake,
and we've cut him
safely out of his trousers.
The lighting is low but Glynn
is both willing and contractually obliged
to continue... to continue talking to us.
Glynn, can you hear me?
- Oh, boy!
- Glynn...
Oh, wow!
Are you all right?
I'm just sorry we couldn't complete our script.
I've got the script.
It would be great to go through it.
Actually, I don't think that's a good idea.
I'm burned pretty bad.
It's all right.
Satu can hold up the script for you.
Oh...
I'll set the scene. I'm in the middle...
Oh!
Come on! Bub-bub-bub-bub.
- Oh.
- OK..
I'm opening my first lap-dancing club
and I receive a call
saying my mother is critically ill.
It's your line, first.
Oh, Jesus. I'm so god-damned hot!
No. No.
It's actually, "I'm so proud of you, Dean.
I'm sorry to do this on your big night."
Then it's my line. "Don't worry, Mother.
I forgive you. Can you not die for another hour?
"Gaz Top is here and the press
are clamouring for a photo of us."
Ooh!
No. No. No.
That's not it either, Glynn.
We'll play in the VT and we'll come back.
I don't think so, Dean. I'm burned pretty bad.
Yeah, no. You've said!
Earlier this year, I gave Glynn a camera.
Well, lent. He seems
to have taken it as a fucking gift!
I asked him to give us an insider's view
of the 14th Uxbridge Science Fiction
and Fantasy Convention.
Hi, I'm Glynn Nimron
and I'm here in Uxbridge, England
for the 14th Uxbridge Science Fiction
and Fantasy Convention
in the Uxbridge Conference Centre
right here in Uxbridge.
I'm going to go grab
a continental breakfast in my hotel
which, lucky for me, is situated
just across the way there.
Come on. I'll buy you coffee.
Galactacops! Galactacops!
If a planet needs a hand
That's where we will be
Galactacops! Galactacops!
Bringing justice to the...
Glynn Nimron.
- No.
- No?
No, really. There's nothing here.
Maybe they put it under
my travelling pseudonym, Mr Milk.
No.
What about Bot?
He could have put it under Bot.
Oh. Bot 9,000.
That's the one. It should be 10,000.
I got promoted in the last film
but that's their problem, not yours.
So how would you like to pay?
- I thought it was paid for.
- Not yet.
Oh, OK. How much is it?
It's 45 for a double.
Jesus Christ!
Thank you.
'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome
onto the stage Mr Glynn Nimron.'
Hello!
Hello, everybody.
Hello, Uxbridge. How are you?
Great or, as I should say,
as Bot would say, splenmatma wurnoff vo.
Splenmatma wurnoff vo.
You got it. It's wonderful to be here
among so many familiar faces.
Bang goes my speech!
You guys all heard it last year.
It's £5 for a pre-signed photograph.
£10 if I sign it in front of you.
For another £10, I'll take my top off!
No, seriously, just my shorts.
- Do you take cheques?
- I'll take just about anything!
I've had an idea.
You sign it and I'll fill it in!
I'm only kidding. £10. That's great.
Hello. What's your name?
- William.
- William comes from the German Wilhelm.
"Wil" meaning desire
and "helm" meaning helmet.
So I can quite legitimately
say to you, I desire your helmet.
In fact, I'm going to give you
a discount. That's £9.50.
And I will see you in the bar, hopefully.
Can I get a picture with you?
Of course. First take your 50p.
- Come over here.
- Thank you.
- OK. Come down to my level.
- Sorry.
OK.
I can't do a discount for children.
£10, £10, £10, £10. So £40.
We'll just take one.
I can only sign it to one of them.
Could you not do that to the table?
I've had a wonderful time,
one dirty banana too many.
It's good night from me
and it's good night from William,
who has kindly agreed to give
this aging alien a bed for the night.
Thanks for joining me and I hope
to see you next year. Over to you, Dean.
During that VT sequence,
Glynn's condition has sadly worsened.
My personal physician is with him.
He's a breast specialist.
He's done all of my girlfriends.
He has told me that Glynn has to have
a quadruple breast by-pass
or he'll drown in saline.
Phil, how's he doing?
- We're going to have to go now, Dean.
- Sure. No problem.
Our thoughts are with you, Glynn.
Doesn't look good.
Out of respect, I have chosen
not to continue our reading of my script.
We did perform together way back
on my old show Deano's After Dark.
Glynn was a regular visitor
after the cancellation of Galactacops.
He was trying to salvage his singing career,
so, at his behest, we sang a duet together.
This is for you, Glynn.
Hold on a minute. Where's Glynn?
I've no idea.
I wonder where he could be.
I'll take a look.
Glynn, where have you been?
The party started ages ago and the girls
are about to strip. Join in the fun.
No, Dean. I don't feel like it.
I want to look out this window for a while.
But why look out the window?
I can offer you far more attractive sights.
Be a sport.
I don't know, Dean. It's just not me.
I've always felt different from you guys.
Maybe that's why I love stars so much.
They don't judge.
There's a lot of places you can go
looking out a window.
Just wanderin', and wanderin'.
I knew a little boy
The saddest kid in town
He used to have a mom and dad
One burned and then one drowned
He'd play with little robot toys
Spacemen were his thing
And when his uncle came at night
He'd look outside and sing
I'm wanderin' and wanderin'
Across a field of stars
My bedroom, since my parents died
Has felt like prison bars...
Across the gulfs of space and time
And Saturn's magic rings...
There's space dust, rockets
Shooting stars
And no more horrid things
I'm wanderin'
He's wanderin"
Just wanderin"
We're wanderin'.
If you change your mind, come through.
There's rubbers in that drawer.
You're gonna make it through.
Keep focused. You've gotta want it.
Come on. You've gotta want it, Glynn.
- Looks really bad.
- Yeah. That's his last interview.
You can see it in the eyes.
It's gone. The fight's not there.
- Good show?
- Yeah. Wasn't too bad, actually.