Family History/Transcript

Oliver and Company: The Series

Family History

[The dockside of New York, at mid-morning. Dockers go about their business, hauling crates onto and off ships. Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse, Dodger and Oliver are talking. They are joined by a small Scottish terrier, Hugo.]

Hugo: [in thick Scottish accent] Aye, Dodger, ma boy. Why ya lookin' so dowie?

Dodger: Come again?

Oliver: He's asking what's up, Dodger. Is everything alright?

Dodger: Well...it's just...I've been thinking...

Oliver: About what?

Dodger: [breathes in] About...my family...

Hugo: Ah dinnae know what ya talkin' about, Dodger?

Dodger: I mean, who were my ancestors? Where did I come from?

Hugo: Dodger, ma boy, ah was born in auld reekie, but me and mah maw came to America when ah was a bairn tae start a new life.

Dodger: I mean, I've heard Georgette going on about her pedigree! [In a poor imitation of Georgette's voice] "My pedigree can be traced back to the poodles kept by Marie Antoinette." [normal voice] She certainly acts like a queen.

Hugo: Aye, mah wee pal. She sounds like she needs knockin' down a peg or tae.

Dodger: I'll take your word for it, Hugo.

[He and Oliver take off.]

Oliver: Dodger...I've heard you telling stories about your mom...and you've even made up stories about your ancestors.

Dodger: I will admit, that story about an outlaw dog living in the Old West was a classic...(in Southern accent) Pard'ner.

[Oliver laughs.]

Dodger: (Imitating John Wayne) This town ain't big enough for the both of us, pilgrim!

[Oliver continues laughing.]

Dodger: (normal accent) In all seriousness, though, it is something to think about.

[Fade. The caption reads "Upstate New York, 1813". A man trudges through the deep snow in the forest, holding a shotgun. He is cloaked in furs, and has brown hair and a beard. He is accompanied by a Schnauzer.]

Man: Come, Rusty! This is no time for man or beast to be out.

[The two continue trudging through the trees, the wind whipping in John's face.]

John: We'll set up camp for the night!

[John starts to pitch a tent, struggling in the wind as he does so. He finally gets the tent sent up, and starts to light a fire, rubbing two sticks together, until he produces a small flame.]

John: Perfect.

[It is night. John sits at the fire, eating a piece of meat which he has roasted over the flames. He tosses a piece to Rusty, who eats it. From off-camera, there is the howl of a wolf. Rusty's hackles go up; John runs towards the tent.]

Rusty: [growls] If you have the guts, you'd come and fight me!

[A pack of wolves emerge from the forest, snarling and ready to attack. John emerges from the tent with his shotgun, and fires two rounds at the animals; one of the wolves charges him, causing him to drop his weapon to the ground, and sinks its teeth into his leg; John cries out in agony.]

John: Let go! Get off!