# Saturday! #
SINISTER MUSIC
WIND HOWLS
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Reports of a disturbance at the old convent.
Probably just some kids. I'm gonna check it out. Over.
WHOOSHING
EERIE RUMBLING
What the...?
SCREAMS
# La-la-la
# La-la
# La... La... La. #
- Rice to see you, to see you... - Rice!
A takeaway to celebrate a very special series
- of Saturday Night Takeaway. - Yeah!
CLOPPING FOOTSTEPS
Can you believe we've been doing this show for 20 years?
What? RATTLING
H-Hang on, did you say... 20 years?
20 years, yeah.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING
SCREAMS
They forgot the mango chutney!
Oh.
Every time.
DOORBELL
- I'll go. - Yeah.
GHOSTLY WHISPER: Dec...
Dec...
It's me.
Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?
Well, I've done my bit.
And now I'm here to collect.
Are you from the curry house?
Good, because you forgot the mango chutney.
No, Ant, this man is...
..the Devil.
What? Just because he forgot the mango chutney? Bit harsh.
No. He's... the actual Devil.
At your service.
ANT GASPS
Look, I can explain.
The year was 2002, and it was the night before
the first ever episode of Saturday Night Takeaway.
# We're on the ball! We're on the ball! #
What a time to be alive. I'll tell you what, Dec,
this Takeaway show is gonna be our best yet.
Looking good, boys. BOTH: Thanks, Melinda Messenger!
Good luck with the new Saturday Night Takeaway show.
# Make it evergreen! #
BOTH: Thanks, Will Young!
You're gonna win at the ratings, fellas,
just like England are gonna win the 2002 World Cup.
BOTH: Thanks, Wayne Bridge! - On your head, son. Oof!
Listen, Ant, I'm a bit worried about this Takeaway show.
What if it's a complete disaster? You know, like...
Justin and Britney and double denim.
You worry too much. It's gonna be great!
Right, I'm off home to invest all my money in MiniDisc players.
Those things are never gonna go out of fashion!
See ya. BOTH: Wouldn't wanna be ya!
Oh, I'd do ANYTHING to make Saturday Night Takeaway a success.
Anything?
OMINOUS CHORAL MUSIC
Sign this, and I'll guarantee Saturday Night Takeaway
20 years of success.
Hmm, Prada shoes...
velvet suit...
and an aura of pure evil.
You work in TV, don't you?
Almost as bad. I'm the Devil!
What?
Which would make this a... deal with the Devil!
Hang on, it says here that after 20 years,
I have to give you my soul and willingly join you in Hell?!
Come on. Sign the thing, Ant.
I'm Dec.
I think I speak for the entire nation when I say, "I don't care!"
Hang on.
You expect me to sign away my one and only eternal soul
in exchange for a measly 20 years
of frivolous light entertainment success?
Have you got a pen?
OMINOUS CHORAL MUSIC
WHAT?! This is the most horrifying thing you've ever done.
And I saw you dance in lederhosen on your stag do!
Enough! You're coming with me, as per our contract.
No. I-I can't. I've got too much to live for.
Plus, I'm too pretty to go to Hell.
If you're refusing to join me in Hell, you're in breach of our terms.
See for yourself.
So what?
I breached the terms of my gym contract when I peed in the pool,
and all they did was send me on a course.
I mean, how bad is it gonna be?
It says here he's gonna open up a hatch to Hell,
flood the earth with evil spirits
and torture humanity until you surrender your soul.
DEC GULPS
Could be worse?
EVIL LAUGH
Let the fun begin!
EVIL LAUGH
SPIRITS WHOOSHING
CACKLES
Declan! What the hell -
no pun intended - have you done?
He's bluffing. Come on! Evil spirits and hell hatches?
Let's just take a minute to relax
and enjoy our chicken korma-a-a-argh!
- I think it's pronounced "korma". - No... Look...
BOTH SCREAM
SCREAMING CONTINUES
SPIRIT CACKLES