(and this is hilarious too)
Anyways, I wrote this script for the same thing as the Rishtapprentice... thing.. but it never got used and it's a bit bizarre but I don't write stuff for no reason and it's been kicking about for a while so here you go I guess!
Horatio: aka H.
Eric Delko: H’s sidekick
Uncle Zafar: unclejee
Aunty Zarina: auntyjee
ERIC: Hear that, Horatio? A man was found dead in an apartment in London, dressed as a banana. Police say they want us to go investigate.
H: No need, Eric... This one... is a definite suicide.
ERIC: How do you know, H?! Are you a psychic CSI now?
H: No, I just... know... he killed himself.
ERIC: But why?!
H: Because he was... a kela.
YYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! WON’T GET FOOLED AGAIN!! [intro music]
ERIC: Riiiiiiiiight. Look, we have another crime scene to investigate. We got a call at 0900 hours today, from a Mr Zeeshan Zubair. Apparently his mother has gone missing without a trace, last seen a week ago in the family home.
H: It’s seems... he thinks this is CSI:... My Ammi.
ERIC: No H, we already did the start bit! You need to save the puns for later!
H: You don’t think they’re... punny?
ERIC: [pause] Let’s go.
Car screeches off
...Doorbell, door opens
ZEESHAN: CSI! Oh my God, am I glad you’re here!
H: Aaah, you must be... Mr Zubair.
ZEESHAN: Uhhh, yes. What’s with your sunglasses? We’re inside!
H: Never judge a man... until you’ve walked a mile in his... shades.
ERIC: That one was just weak, H.
ZEESHAN: And this is no time for jokes! My Ammi has gone missing!
H: Your... Ammi?
ZEESHAN: Yes! Last time we saw her was a week ago, in the kitchen making rotis. We think she might have been abducted by evil villains!
ERIC: Who’s this we, man?
ZEESHAN: Me and my dad! He’s in the kitchen. He’s been sitting there since she disappeared.
Kitchen door opens
UNCLE Z: Veeeeeeeeeeeeeehf! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegum! My jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!
ZEESHAN: He’s been like this all week, guys. We don’t know what to do without my ammi!
UNCLE Z: [sobbing] I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssss you begum!
ZEESHAN: Dad! These men are here to help us. They’re going to find out what happened to Ammi!
UNCLE Z: [still sobbing] ...My Zarina? You’re going to find her?
ERIC: We’ll do our best, sir.
UNCLE Z: Thank God! We haven’t been able to eat a thing all week!
ERIC: Wow, you’re that worried?
ZEESHAN: No, we just couldn’t work out how to use the cooker. Seriously! We pressed every single button, and no khana came out!
UNCLE Z: Veeeeeeeeeeeeeehhf!
H: We’ll find her. But now... we need you... to leave.
ERIC: Yes, we’ll need to investigate this crime scene – and we can’t let any evidence get contaminated. Could you wait outside please?
H: Investigate the scene?... I just wanted... to steal their biscuits.
ERIC: H, man, that’s out of order! We need to find Zeeshan’s ammi!
H: Oh... right. Well, seal off the perimeter, Eric. I’ll check this area for evidence. ...
ERIC: What is it boss? Have you found something?
H: It’s some kind of... white powder. It seems to be emanating from... that sack... over there.
ERIC: [sigh] Boss, that’s just flour. And the sack in the corner is a bag of Elephant Atta.
H: I... knew that. But what do you think of... this!
H: It’s a strange... cuboidal structure. Gold coloured... with a piece of paper protruding from it.
ERIC: It’s a tissue-box holder, H. Look, here’s a hanky.
H: Who in their right mind... would cover a tissue box? No, Eric. This seems more like... a communication device. From an alien planet.
ERIC: Yes, okay. Hey Horatio, come and have a look at this! There’s a note on the fridge!
ERIC: reads “Zafar and Zeeshan. Remember I’ve gone to visit my sister in Leeds this week. Your dinners are in labelled boxes in the fridge. Just heat the food up in the microwave. I love you, back on Tuesday. Zarina. PS – take the food out of the box before you put it in the microwave. PPS – the microwave is the white machine in the corner, beside the fridge.”
ERIC: Ha, looks like we know where the missing Ammi is after all!
H: Don’t be... stupid, Eric. That’s just a decoy note. Planted by... aliens.
AUNTY Z: Slaamlekum! Zeeshan? Zafar? Aap kaha he?!
H: You see?.. She’s even speaking... an alien language.
ERIC: ...Sure boss.
Door opens again (did anyone close it last time?!)
ZEESHAN: Ammi! You’re back!
AUNTY: Bayta! Mian! Me tumhare liye lassi liyayy hu!
ERIC: Looks like it’s case closed, H.
H: Yes, all’s well... that ends well. And it seems that Lassie... wasn’t just a dog...