EXT. WOODS NEAR ALEXANDRA PALACE, LONDON – DAY
North American white tailed deer STAG Harry and FAWN Micky eat twigs and look out to London.
HARRY: Here we are in London, I can smell the pollution Jerry described.
MICKY: Scotland’s the place we want to be Dad.
HARRY: You got to think of property prices son?
MICKY: We won’t need a house to protect us in Scotland.
HARRY: Scotland’s got too many food banks son.
MICKY: It gets better and better.
HARRY: You got to start thinking with your stomach son.
MICKY: I do Dad, all the time, apart from one time.
HARRY: Food banks mean no one has food son.
MICK: Red deer said we should go back to where we came from?
HARRY: And what was that Red’s name again?
MICKY: Tufton Victor Osborne.
HARRY: And did you tell Tufton about dangers in the US?
MICK: Red said it’s worse here. Red dreams of going to Cayuga heights.
HARRY: Tufton doesn’t want immigrants like us.
MICK: They have immigrants like us in Scotland.
HARRY: It won’t be any different there son.
MICKY: DAD, I saw a video about the Deer (Scotland) Act 1996.
HARRY: I’ve warned you about watching TV.
MICKY: No one can shoot us in Scotland Dad.
HARRY: And this has got nothing with you trying out at the Edinburgh fringe?
MICKY: Mum thinks you could develop a Scottish nose.
HARRY: No Tufton’s there I bet, talking smells.
Harry raises his white tail and twitches. Harry runs and Micky follows and they are gone.
A small child appears after peeing in the bushes.