Part 3, Second Last Chapter, of RFV.A Chapter by Danny ZilNINE A surprised Roger found himself on a stage
in a small hall in front of an audience of tough looking SS troops. Conveniently,
they all spoke english. “Is this where all the screaming and groaning
was coming from earlier?” he asked Rolf. Rolf grinned. “Losing contestants,” he
explained then he and Herman strolled offstage. A few chords of brash organ music rolled
out and Kapitan Kurty bounded onstage. He had changed his uniform jacket for a
glittery garish gold showbiz-type jacket which had the Division’s crossed whips
emblem on the wide lapels. The audience cheered. “Hi Kameraden!” called Kapitan Kurty. “And
it’s a warm welcome to another edition of BLACK-JACK-BOOTS!!” “BLACK-JACK-BOOTS!!” yelled the audience. “Da-dar-a-da-da-daaahhh!” played the organ. “And our contestant tonight, all the way
from a planet that does not exist anymore " Roger White! Let’s hear it for
Roger!” The SS audience cheered and applauded. Kapitan Kurty put an arm round Roger’s
shoulder. “A bit nervous?” he asked. “Just a little,” Roger replied, smiling
weakly. “No need to be. Tell us a little about
yourself.” “Well my name is Roger White, I’m a
Fleet--” “That’s enough,” Kapitan Kurty interrupted,
beaming. “No need to try to get interesting. Like most quiz shows we specialize
in a lack of integrity, don’t we?” “OF COURSE WE F*****G DO!!” yelled the
audience. “Well let’s get on with the show. Roger,
we’re going to have two rounds of questions. The first round has some general
questions, the second deals with just one subject. With me so far?” Roger nodded. “ Roger shuffled over a bit. “That’s excellent,” said Kapitan Kurty.
“Just use the bloodstains as your marker.” Roger glanced down. There were some dark
red marks on the floor. Fresh red marks. He swallowed. Kapitan Kurty took an envelope from a small
table next to him, opened it and removed a sheet of paper. “Here goes,” he gushed.
“Three questions for you, Roger. Answer two or more correct and you’re through
to the next round with the chance to win some fabulous prizes. Less than two
correct,” he said, grinning at the audience who were waiting expectantly, “and
it’s FERTILISER TIME!!” “FERTILISER TIME!!” they screamed back. “What’s that?” asked Roger. “Rolf shoots you. Your body is taken away
and turned into fertiliser,” Kapitan Kurty kindly explained. Roger swallowed. “First question, Roger. An easy one to
start with…where did the Roger frowned. “The The
organ played a “Wrong!” scolded Kapitan Kurty. “That was
the The audience laughed. “And the next question,” Kapitan Kurty went
on. “It’s a bit more difficult this time so concentrate. Ready?” Roger concentrated hard but nothing changed
inside his head. Still, at least he seemed to have stopped saying things he
didn’t want to. Now if only he could manage correct answers. “What is the longest river in the known Universe?
No help from the audience please.” “The River Pluto!” someone yelled and the
others laughed derisively. Roger’s face creased in thought. He
scratched his head. “I know this,” he muttered. “The River “I said no help from the audience!!”
Kapitan Kurty raged petulantly. The SS laughed and whistled at him. “If you’re going to be like that,” he said,
his lip trembling, “I’ll go off. I shall, I shall.” “OOOHHH!! I SHALL!! I SHALL!!” the audience
mimicked, stamping their feet. Kapitan Kurty raged. “If you go on like
this I’ll have you all sent down the mines!!” he yelled at them. “PROMISES PROMISES!!” responded the
audience. Roger was still thinking about the answer
to the question then he grinned. “It’s the River Elim on the planet Andaz,” he
answered. “I should know because I fell in!”. The audience laughed. “Correct answer!” gushed the Kapitan. “You
lucky lucky boy! That’s one correct answer! Isn’t he a lucky boy?” he asked the
audience. “GET ON WITH THE F*****G SHOW!!” yelled the
warm-hearted crowd. Kapitan Kurty ignored them. “Lat question,
Roger,” he said. “Get it right and you’re through to the next round. Get it wrong…”
his eyes twinkled sadistically, “and it’s FERTILISER TIME!!” “FERTILISER TIME!!” echoed the “An here is your question,” the Kapitan
said, adopting a serious tone. “Complete the following well-known phrase or
saying…’These papers are tomatoes’--” “’with big hairy testicles’!” Roger
finished quickly. “Cooorrreeecccttt!!” yelled Kapitan Kurty,
dancing up and down and hugging Roger. The organ played some bright tinny music
and the audience cheered and applauded. “Here’s your prize for the first round,”
gushed Kapitan Kurty. “It’s a BLACK-JACK-BOOTS pen and pencil set!” “BLACK-JACK-BOOTS!!” yelled the audience. “And now we move on to the second and last
round of the Quiz,” said the Kapitan. “And to find out your subject matter,
we’ll play SPIN THE GERIATRIC!!” The audience whistled and cheered. The organ played some tinny music and the
curtains behind them parted. There was a large disc on the wall behind them.
The disc was divided into different coloured triangular sections and an old man
had been strapped across the middle of it on a board. “Now we’ll ask Rolf and Herman to SPIN THE
GERIATRIC!!” yelled Kapitan Kurty. To wild applause from the crowd, Rolf and
Herman came back onstage, They waved and bowed then Rolf took the board at the geriatric’s
feet and Herman took it at his head. “ONE!!” yelled the crowd as they gave the board
an experimental push. “TWO!!” yelled the crowd as they took a
firm grip. “THREE!!” they yelled and the geriatric
started spinning. Upper and lower dentures flew in different
directions as he went round, talcum powder sprayed out from everywhere and
rolls of yellowish bandage started unwinding, “And what will Roger be answering questions
on!?!” Kapitan Kurty trilled excitedly. Herman looked at the red triangle next to
the geriatric’s head. “History, mein Kapitan!” he answered. He reached into the
triangle, took out an envelope and gave it to the Kapitan. The curtain closed. Kapitan Kurty opened the envelope and took
out a sheet of paper. “Same format as before, Roger,” he told him. “Two or more
correct and you can win some fabulous prizes. Less than two correct and it’s…” “FERTILISER TIME!!” yelled the enthusiastic
audience. Kapitan Kurty smiled. “Right, here’s your first
question…’Ein Volk, Ein Blut, Ein Reich, Einstein’ " which comedy trio had a
hit with that song way back in 1940?” Roger didn’t hesitate. “The Lower Bavarian
People’s Indoor Hill “Correct!” said Kapitan Kurty, beaming. The organ played a few bright chords and
the audience cheered. “Question two.” A hush fell over the dead people in the
audience. “Arrested for “Because it would have meant going to The organ played a “Oh.” Laughter from the crowd. “Here comes the last question,” said
Kapitan Kurty, “and it’s a trick one, so watch it…In 100BC, the Roman Emperor
Hadrian started to march south from the Roger frowned. The audience fell silent. It
was showdown time. A correct answer and there were some fabulous prizes
waiting. A wrong answer and it was Fertiliser Time. “FERTILISER TIME!!” shouted the crowd. “Was it the prow of the Titanic,” Kapitan Kurty
asked softly, “or a whale?” Roger’s finger travelled up towards his
nose. “HE’S GOING TO PICK HIS NOSE!!” chanted the
audience. Roger flushed and dropped his hand. “Or a slice of cold meat,” went on Kapitan
Kurty, “or the upper lip of Christopher Columbus? Remember, it’s a trick
question.” “The upper lip of Christopher Columbus,”
said a confident Roger, “but he had the crusts cut off the “YOU’VE DONE IT!!”” yelled Kapitan Kurty,
hugging him. Amidst brassy organ music, pandemonium
erupted in the crowd " Fritz Pandemonium. He’d swallowed a miniature grenade
for a dare and it had exploded. Bits of him went flying round the crowd. Blood
sprayed out absolutely everywhere…well, alright, not exactly everywhere, for
instance none of it reached Venus or Mars but there was a jolly lot of it
splashed over the soldiers sitting next to him. “Congratulations Roger!” yelled Kapitan
Kurty. “You’ve won the chance for some superb prizes!” The curtains parted again to reveal a conveyer
belt running across the stage. The Kapitan led Roger over to it and they ducked
underneath then turned so they were still facing the crowd. “You see this conveyor belt,” said the
Kapitan. Roger nodded. “There are going to be some absolutely
fabulous prizes running along it. After the belt stops, you’ve got thirty
seconds to remember as many of them as you can.” “And I can take them away!?” an excited
Roger asked. “Of course,” Kapitan Kurty said generously. “Did you just say ‘generously’?” Roger
asked, frowning. Kapitan Kurty shook his head. “No, I said
‘of course’, generously.” Roger’s frown deepened but he let it go. “Good, I see you’ve let that frown go,”
said the Kapitan. “Of course,” Roger said generously. Kapitan Kurty looked at him. “Did you just
say ‘generously’?” he asked. “GET ON WITH IT!!” the audience yelled
impatiently. Kapitan Kurty sneered at them. “Philistines,”
he whispered to Roger. “They can’t appreciate a nice bit of literary surrealism.” Roger nodded understandingly. “So you know what’s going to happen?”
Kapitan Kurty asked, resuming his quiz master role. “There are going to be
wonderful prizes passing along this belt and you get to take away all the ones
you can remember. Understand?” “Of course.” There was a seat next to the conveyor belt
and the Kapitan “A chair!” Roger shouted excitedly. The audience laughed. “It’s for sitting on while you watch the
prizes passing along,” Kapitan Kurty said dryly. “Oh sorry. Thought we’d started.” “The prizes will start coming along
shortly,” Kapitan Kurty explained patiently. “Of course, there is a catch!” he
said, grinning at the audience who knew what was going to happen. “And the catch
is?” “BLINDFOLD!!” yelled the audience. Roger’s mouth dropped open. “You’re not
going to blindfold me, are you?” The Kapitan nodded. “But I won’t be able to see any of the
prizes! I won’t be able to win anything!” Roger whined. “That’s the catch,” Kapitan Kurty said to
him. “A bit like life, isn’t it?” he mused. Rolf came back onstage carrying a
blindfold. “Count yourself lucky,” he said to Roger as he was tying it over his
eyes. “You should have seen how we blindfolded the last guy.” “How did you do it?” “Took his eyes out,” Rolf said with relish.
“Hot poker.” “Now stop that!” Kapitan Kurty scolded.
“You’ll have him blanching again.” Roger blanched anyway. The organ played some bright music and the
conveyor belt started rolling along. “Here come the prizes!!” Kapitan Kurty said
excitedly. “OOOHHH!! FANTASTIC!! WONDERFUL!!” the
audience called appreciatively as they saw the prizes start to appear. “Now try to remember as many as you can,”
the Kapitan instructed. Roger was moving his head up and down but
he couldn’t see anything through the blindfold. “Puck!” he yelled. “Should we help him?” the Kapitan asked the
audience. “YES!!” they yelled generously. “Did you just say ‘generously’” the Kapitan
asked. “OF COURSE WE F*****G DID!!” yelled the
crowd. Kapitan Kurty shook his head. “ Roger thought his blindfold was coming off. “Slow the conveyor belt down a bit,”
ordered the Kapitan. The prizes passed along slower then went
out of sight offstage. When they had all passed, the Kapitan removed Roger’s
blindfold and he stood up. “Now you have thirty seconds to remember as
many prizes as you can,” he told him. “Ready?” “But I didn’t see any of them!” Roger
complained. “How do I know what they were?” “I’ll help you,” Kapitan Kurty offered.
“You’ve been such a good contestant you deserve some help. If you watch me.
I’ll mime what some of the prizes were. Right, start the clock!” “TICK-TOCK!!
TICK-TOCK!! TICK-TOCK!!”yelled the audience. Just the a loud hooter sounded and Roger
thought it was the clock starting. “Mein Gott!! Mein Gott!! It’s an air
raid!!” Kapitan Kurty screamed. “Everybody get out the hall!! Now!!!” The Kapitan and the SS troops began rushing
out the hall. A puzzled Roger watched the rapidly retreating backs then
wandered out behind them. Outside, he strolled into the middle of the
street and was stunned at what he saw. It looked like something he’d seen in a film
about World War Two. German soldiers were running about and taking cover in
ruined buildings. A burning Army jeep lay on its side, smoke drifting up from
it. Further down the street was an anti-aircraft gun surrounded by sandbags which
was firing up at the sky and as he looked up, he saw the reason. There were
several Spitfires up there and the leader was preparing to attack. “Take cover, idiot!!” the Kapitan yelled at
Roger then ducked into an air raid shelter. Not far away, the lead Spitfire was already
screaming along, stitching up the road ahead of it with machine gun bullets. Confused by all the confusion, Roger stayed
where he was. A mistake. Along the street, the anti-aircraft gun emplacement
took a direct hit and two soldiers were shot and thrown over the sandbags. Roger’s
mouth dropped open and he felt the old familiar hand of panic cup his
testicles. The Spitfire was now very close.
Hypnotised, he watched the road being ripped apart by the twin line of bullet
holes coming straight towards him. “Oh puck!” he muttered and screwed his eyes
shut and held his A few feet away, he felt the road being
kicked up by the bullets. He stood rooted to the spot as they ripped through
him. “CUT!!” a voice yelled but Roger didn’t
hear him. The Spitfire roared past and he felt
himself buffeted by its slipstream. One eye crept open and he peered down, not
expecting to see his lower legs. The bullet holes in the road ran straight between
his boots and carried on behind him but he didn’t appear to be injured. “CUT!!” yelled the same voice again. Roger opened his other eye and examined the
rest of himself. Nope. Still no injuries. “What the f***a you doin ina ma movie!?” the
voice yelled at him. Roger glanced over to his left. A small
chubby hirsute cigar-smoking safari-suited man was coming towards him.
Instinctively Roger knew he was Italian. “What the f***a you doin ina ma movie!?” he
asked again, reaching him. “I beg your pardon?” said Roger, surprise
written all over his face. “Don’ta gimmie that ‘bega youra pardon’
crap. You justa ruin ma scene. Whata you doin here? Who ara you? Why you gotta
surprise written all over youra face?” Roger didn’t know which question to answer
first. “So you don’ta know whicha question to
answera first, eh?” the chubby Director said, looking Roger up and down. Roger glanced round about. From behind the
ruined buildings the film crew had started coming out " make-up girls,
cameramen, technicians, other actors. All along the street, the German soldiers
who’d been ‘killed’ by the Spitfire picked themselves up and stood about
talking and looking over. Roger’s eyes widened as he took it all in. “So whatcha doin here?” the Director asked
him again. Suddenly Roger remembered that he was
dressed as a miner and was still blacked-up. “I’m lost,” he admitted. “I’m a
miner and I’m going to the main pit on Klyzemadex to start work there.” “Well you justa ruin ma scene,” the
Director told him, angrily. “Ah, sorry about that,” said Roger. “So
you’re making a film, are you?” The Director nodded. “It’sa Worlda Roger nodded then remembered the real SS
and Kapitan Kurt. He glanced round about. No sign of them at the moment. Time
for a quick escape. “Well, I’ll be off,” he said, starting to
stroll down the street. “Sorry if I spoiled your scene.” “Stupida bloody b*****d!” the chubby
Director cursed after Roger’s retreating back. He shook his head and sighed. “Okay
everybody - places!” he yelled. “Letsa shoot thata damn Spitfirea scene again!” © 2012 Danny Zil |
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