(Big close-up Hank Spire (face only). He is obviously walking
along, the camera is following him hand held.)
Hank: Well, I've been a hunter all my life. I love
animals. That's why I like to kill 'em. I wouldn't kill an animal I
didn't like. Good day Roy.
(Pull back to reveal he is walking with his brother in fairly
rough country location. They pull a small trailer with 'high
explosives' written in large letters on the side. The trailer has
bombs in it. Hank takes a bazooka from the trailer.)
Voice Over: (JOHN) Hank and Roy Spire are tough, fearless
backwoodsmen who have chosen to live in a violent, unrelenting world
of nature's creatures, where only the fittest survive. Today they
are off to hunt mosquitoes.
(Big close-up of Roy Spire. He is obviously searching for
Roy: (voice over) The mosquito's a clever little
bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to
know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's
there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then
you kill him.
(Cut to Hank Spire who stands peering toward the horizon.
Suddenly he points.)
Voice Over: Suddenly Hank spots the mosquito they're
(Dramatic music. Crash zoom along Hank's eye line to as big a
close-up as we can get of a patch in a perfectly ordinary field. Cut
back to Hank and Roy starting to crawl towards some bushes.)
Voice Over: Now more than ever, they must rely on the
skills they have learnt from a lifetime's hunting. (tense music,
as they worm their way forward) Hank gauges the wind. (shot
of Hank doing complicated wind gauging biz.) Roy examines the
mosquito's spoor. (shot of Roy examining the ground intently)
Then ... (Roy fires a bazooka. Hank fires off a machine gun; a
series of almighty explosions in the small patch of field; the
gunfire stops and the smoke begins to clear) It's a success. The
mosquito now is dead. (Hank and Roy approach the scorched and
blackened patch in the field) But Roy must make sure. (Roy
points machine gun at head of mosquito and fires off another few
Roy: There's nothing more dangerous than a wounded
Voice Over: But the hunt is not over. With well practiced
skill Hank skins the mosquito. (Hank produces an enormous curved
knife and begins to start skinning the tiny mosquito) The wings
of a fully grown male mosquito can in fact fetch anything up to
point eight of a penny on the open market. (shot of them walking,
carrying weapons) The long day is over and it's back to base
camp for a night's rest. (inside villa; Hank is cleaning bazooka)
Here, surrounded by their trophies Roy and Hank prepare for a much
tougher ordeal - a moth hunt.
Hank: Well, I follow the moth in the helicopter to lure it
away from the flowers, and then Roy comes along in the Lockheed
Starfighter and attacks it with air-to-air missiles.
Roy: A lot of people have asked us why we don't use fly
spray. Well, where's the sport in that?
(Shot of them driving in Land Rover heavily loaded with
Voice Over: For Roy, sport is everything. Ever since he
lost his left arm battling with an ant, Roy has risked his life in
the pursuit of tiny creatures. (a peaceful river bank; Roy and
Hank are fishing) But it's not all work and for relaxation they
like nothing more than a day's fishing. (Hank presses a button
and there is a tremendous explosion in the water) Wherever there
is a challenge, Hank and Roy Spire will be there ready to carry on
this primordial struggle between man and inoffensive, tiny insects.
(Pull out to reveal the brothers standing on a tank. Heroic
music reaches a climax.)