Next up, it's Lot 12 - a rare import from the East in tip-top condition.
Sturdy and reliable, this big unit would work well in any modern home.
Oh, wicked! I love a slave auction.
15 - that's one-five previous owners -
but very little sign of wear and tear.
Let's just watch this guy.
Special skills include cooking, cleaning and flower arranging.
He's also a qualified masseur. Bloody show-off.
So, let's start the bidding at 50 denari. Do I hear 50 denari?
Thank you, sir. 55? 55... 55 with you, madam.
I'm looking for 60. 60 denari? 60 with you, sir.
What are you doing? Just having a cheeky bid.
What for? He can look after the horses while I'm at work.
65 with you, madam. How can we afford it?
I'll remind you that you can pay in one lump sum
or bite-size monthly instalments Bite-size monthly instalments.
Back with you, sir, at 70. Ow!
It's another of your impulse purchases. You already bought the aubergine. We'll eat it!
What do you reckon? He looks like a psycho. What? How?
The hat - it's a psycho's hat. Nah, hat's the best bit.
75... 75 back with you, madam. 80, anyone? Hold his finger, Grumio.
Who'll give me 80? 80... Yes, please! I will!
80! Anyone else? At 80, going once, going twice...
Sold to the man with the big hair!
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If you'd just like to sign there, lovely.
Great. And here is your s- My name is Mushki.
I look forward to sewing you in any way I can. I hope you like horses.
I'm allergic to horses. Perfect.
But I look forward to sewing you in any other way I can.
All our slaves are non-refundable, as per our warranty.
Can I interest you in an insurance policy against damage or theft?
Theft of slaves? Oh, yes, yes.
There've been several slave-mappings in the last few weeks.
Mainly at night. If you need insurance, or a security device?
No, no. We'll. risk it. May I carry your bag, sir?
Oh. Sure. Thanks.
Mm-mm! And you, sir? I don't have a bag.
No, may I carry YOU, sir? On my back.
I'm extremely robust.
Uh, yeah, sure. Thank you very much.
You're welcome very much.
Just...
Right.
Hai-ya!
Hai-ya! Hai-ya!
Hai-ya! All right?
Hey, guys. Can you give me a hand? Metella's left the key inside.
I left the key inside with you. Then I left it inside on its own.
Either way, we're locked out. Can't Landlord let you in?
For a whopping fee. It'd be cheaper to rent another flat.
Here. Let me have a go, then. This'll be good.
Ah... So...
OK.
Argh!
Ah, OK.
Yeah, that's not gonna work.
If I might try, sin'? Here.
Ah, yes, he is extremely robust.
Do either of you ladies have a brooch or hair grip I could use?
Thank you.
And then it's simply a case of...
And... there we are.
Wow! That's amazing.
Thanks a million. You're welcome a million.
Oh, sorry. This is Mushki - our new slave.
Ah! Dinner is served.
Chicken stew with braised peppers and aubergine.
Ah! See, I told you we'd eat it. Thank you, Mushki. Mm-mm!
Aren't you going to join us?
I feel it's inappropriate for a slave to dine with his masters.
I couldn't agree more.
Oh, could you grab the salt, please?
The salt, sir?
As you're up. It's just on the side. Of course.
Oh! This stew is... nice.
We've never had NICE food in this flat. Much obliged, sir.
I've been told stews are my speciality.
What would you say your speciality is, Grumio?
Road-kill? Slop from a bin? Maybe cheese rolls?
That's not cooking, that's you rolling up lumps of cheese with your filthy mitts.
Call 'em what you like, they're bloody gorgeous.
Oh, yeah, that's it. Right there.
Yeah.
I... couldn't help but notice that you enjoy your salt, sir.
Yeah, I like salt on my food.
Oh, indeed you do - you were heaping it on.
Ow. Before you'd even tasted it.
Oh. Ow. Even though I'd already added seasoning...
...to a level befitting the dish.
I'm sorry about the salt, I should have tried it first!
No, no. You're the boss, sir.
Let's put you to bed, shall we? Oh, no, I do that myself.
You did. You've got me now.
In you pop, then. I...
Let's make you nice and... comfy, shall we?
Are you comfortable, sin'? Er, yes and no.
Goodnight, then.
Night, Mushki. Thanks for everything. You're welcome for everything.
What are you doing now? Waiting for you to fall asleep.
My work's not done until you're in the Land of Nod.
So, shut your eyes. There really is no -
Shh! Shut your eyes!
Sir.
How long did he stay there for? I don't know, I was too soared to look.
But he was still there in the morning. That's dedication for you.
He's pounded the shit out of my back.
I can barely shred! Oh, you poor thing!
'My slave's over-massaged me!' My heart bleeds!
What will he do next? Over-fluff your pillows? Over-suck your nob?
I think he was punishing me for putting salt on my food.
Well, you shouldn't have done. That was unbelievable stew!
You two are such babies needing slaves to run around after you.
My slave doesn't jog, let alone run. Don't you still live with your parents?
In a separate annex - I have my own door. Your mum does your cooking?
Well - And your laundry? If she's putting a load on.
And wipes your bum. She doesn't do that.
Your dad does that? No-one does that! No-one?!
You never wipe your bum? Must be grim down there!
Grim bum! Grim bum! My bum is as clean as a whistle!
Right. Though not as tuneful I expect, water man. Water boy!
Water man! Thank you. Thank you.
Sorry to intrude. It's Flavia's birthday on Friday,
and she's demanded a spontaneous whip-round for a pressie. Ooh!
What are we getting hen'? I don't know yet.
That rather depends on the contributions.
The average so far has been around 15. Oh.
Put me down... for two.
And... one from me. Well, whatever you can afford.
If she wants better gifts she should pay better wages.
Put me down for 40. Oh, marvellous!
40 denari? She's a good boss, and I want to show my appreciation.
She won't find out who gave what, you know. Won't she?
No, it's done anonymously. Still 40?
Yes, still 40.
It's called a plate.
Please use it.
Not getting in your way, I hope. No, no. You do your thing.
And this is your thing, is it, sitting there like a pudding?
I sometimes sit outside... like a pudding.
And what service do you provide?
I suppose, like, comments, trivia, I can burp songs.
Parts of songs.
Well, I hope for your sake that's sufficient.
I've worked for enough masters to know
that anyone not providing an essential service tends to get...
squeezed out.
Oh. Hiya! Hey!
Taking no chances this time. Oh! Good idea.
Thanks so much for your slave's help yesterday.
Not Grumio, the good one. Mushki? Yeah, he's great, isn't he?
Don't you think he's creepy? I find him creepy.
He did seem a bit... OTT, I guess. Well, yeah, he is OTT,
if OTT stands for 'Oh, that's... terrific.' Which it doesn't.
Because the aubergine stew he made last night was terrific. In fact, what are you doing later?
Probably still trying to get into our flat. Why?
You should come round for dinner.
Whoa! There's shit-loads of flowers.
I thought they might brighten the place up a little.
Yeah, how much did it cost? Er, nothing, sir.
At this time of year, the meadows are strewn with gerania, croci,
and lil-ai of the vall-ai.
Oh! Also, I've made you some Valerian tea, sir
to alleviate your wretched back pain.
I fear I may have over-rubbed last night. Oh, right. Thanks.
Mm-mm! Oh, Mushki, I invited our neighbours for dinner. Is that OK?
Sorry it's such short notice. Not at all, sir.
I thrive in a dinner party scenario.
I will rustle up another of my signature stews.
That would be magnificent. I'll nip out and get a few more veggies.
I have befriend a local grocer who is giving me 'mate's rates'.
Maybe he's all right. Are you kidding me? The guy's incredible.
He's bloody bonkers. Is he, Grumio?
For doing the housework? How bonkers of him.
My hat! Oh, Jove! Oh, holy Jove! What? What's happened?
There's something in my hat! What is it?
A jobby, sir. Rather a large one.
It must have been an animal. What kind of animal could shit in a hat?
And then hang it on a peg? Grumio?
What?
Are you saying I shat in his hat? Yes, I am.
Why would I when the bog's there? Because you don't like him.
That's the only way you know how to express yourself. It weren't me.
Who was it, then? Him, probably.
He shat in his own hat? He's trying to stitch me up.
He said he'd squeeze me like a sponge.
That's not what I said, sir. I know, Mushki.
Oh. So you're gonna believe him over your own slave, are you?
Come on, you're barely my slave - you've never done any actual work.
Is that right? Yeah, you just can't take being shown up by someone with a bit of get up and go.
Oh, I'll show you 'get up and go'. Clean the hat first.
You dean the hat! Yeah...
I... may still be able to wear it
if I put it inside-out.
Not a great look. No.
Are any of you slave-nappers?
Do you know anyone who wants to nap a slave?
Oi, mate! Do you fancy napping me, by any chance?
Oh.
Oh! Come on. Oh! Bingo!
Mmm! This is lovely! I didn't have you down as dinner party types.
Us two? We are dinner party types. We love a dinner party.
This is our first one. Yes, but now we've got someone who can cook,
we'll have loads. Rabbit stew, with carrots and petit pois.
Thank you, Mushki. Mm-mm!
Sorry, did you say, "Rabbit"? I did, madam.
As in 'cute bunny rabbit'?
Anything's cute if you put the word 'bunny' in front of it.
Yeah, like a bunny chicken. Or a bunny fish.
I used to have a rabbit in Britain. Well, I doubt it's him.
This doesn't come from Britain, does it, Mushki?
This rabbit is local, sir.
I killed and skinned it myself.
The stock is made from the entrails.
It's... cool.
More wine, anyone? No! No, sir.
You've got me now. OK.
Do you guys have any tomato sauce?
Tomato sauce, madam?
Er, don't you want to try it first? She puts it on everything.
A stew is its own sauce, madam.
I can go get some from our place if you don't have any. No!
I will grind you some myself using fresh tomatoes.
If it's no hassle. No hassle... at all!
OK, you're right, he is creepy. Really creepy.
Shh.
Morning, sleepy socks. Oh! Sh...
Morning, Mushki. Slept well last night, sir.
Yeah, not bad. No, I'm telling you you did.
Must have been the Valerian tea - it can really knock you out.
Oh. What's that? I'm shaving you, sir.
No, I'd rather do that, please. No need, sir.
My grooming skills are somewhat celebrated.
It's been said my masters can be identified
by the smoothness of their cheeks alone.
Ah!
You've had quite a lot of masters, haven't you, Mushki?
I have indeed. 16, including sir.
Oh, yeah?
Why so many, do you think? Well, a range of reasons.
Some wanted to travel, some needed to economise,
and some... Ah.
..were fucking scum.
I'm very happy with you, though, sir. Oh, great. Great.
And the reason for returning him? He's quite weird.
Weird? OK, let me just check the warranty.
Erm, is he fulfilling the basic functions of a slave - cooking, cleaning, etc?
Well, yeah... Yes, he's an amazing slave.
Has he stolen from you, or a member of your household? No.
Has he sexually molested you, or a member of your household? No.
Not yet! Has he poisoned you, or a member -
Yeah! He poisoned me. You don't look very poisoned.
He gave me a large dose of Valerian tea last night. Valerian tea?
For pain relief? Yeah.
And how are you feeling today?
A bit better, thanks. Mm-hm.
But I'm telling you, he's weird!
Well, weird isn't covered here, so you'll just have to keep the guy.
Thank you, we intend to. If you aren't happy,
you could buy another one. No, we can't afford that.
We had a lovely new batch in this morning. You're all right, thanks.
Hang on. What?!
Grumio?
All right? What happened here, then?
Don't know. Must have been slave-napped.
Excuse me, this is my slave. He went missing last night.
Really? Are you this man's slave. I don't think so.
I've never done any actual work for him, so how can I be?
Very good. Can I have him out, please?
No. He doesn't know you. Of course he does.
I don't. He's a bloody chancer. Don't be like that!
We'll be auctioning the new batch at sundown if you'd like to buy him.
And what if I don't?
I expect someone else will. Yeah, someone who rates me.
No-one will rate you, Grumio.
People don't rate farty little men who sleep during the day.
Now, either tell the truth and come with us,
or stay in this cage picking your nose. It's up to you.
Oh' my...
Yay! Happy birthday!
So here's your present. Oh, what a lovely surprise!
It's from all of us. Mainly me.
What is this?
It's a bread bin.
I'm sorry? A bread bin.
I don't want that. R-Right.
Because we did find it hard to choose a gift.
You know, what do you get the woman who has everything? Well, not that.
Something else. Yes.
We'll get something else.
We should get to the market. He won't cost much! I'm not buying Grumio!
Not when I already own him and we've got a perfectly good slave at home.
Mushki's a psycho, I promise you! He's not a psycho, he's a softie!
Look, he's painted our names on the wall! In blood, probably.
Welcome home, sirs. I've taken the liberty
of warming your slippers on the stove. We don't have slippers.
I've taken the liberty of knitting you some.
Thanks a lot. You're welcome a lot.
Well, in you come!
What was that? That's just creaking timbers, I imagine.
Help! They can be ever so creaky!
Is that Cynthia? It is. In we go, then!
Why is she shouting? Her gag must have slid off.
Oh, right.
Sorry, what the fuck?!
You all right?
Your crackpot slave's put us in prison here.
You didn't, did you? I was upset after last night,
so I went round to reason with them. That makes sense.
But they wouldn't see reason, so I bound and gagged them. That makes less sense.
Those evil witches are trying to drive us apart!
I heard what they said about me - they think I'm creepy!
No! I wonder why?! He's a bloody loony!
Shut up! Shut your dirty mouths!
Just leave them. Leave them, sirs, and they'll go away.
Go away, as in die? In time, yes.
You don't need them, sir.
You don't need anyone - you've got me now. Where's the key?
I swallowed it. Right. When will it come out?
With my metabolism, about 10:30 tomorrow.
Hair grip!
Right, yes. Use that!
If you insist, sir.
Fine, he is mad. Just have to...
And...
Oh... Untie me right now!
Oh, shit! Is that blood? No, it's tomato sauce.
That maniac started chucking it at us.
Take Metella's gag off.
Well, all in good time. Right!
Well, shall we go in then, sirs? Tonight's dinner is lamb hotpot.
Yeah, I think we'll eat out tonight.
We need to see a man about... a man. Right.
Do I hear 120? Thank you, madam.
120 - going once, going twice...
Sold to the tall woman with the short husband. Thank you.
There he is.
Next up, it's lot No.56.
Hailing from a farm near Pisa, this item goes by the name of Grumio.
He's had just one careful owner. Not careful enough, clearly.
So, let's start the bidding at 50 denari.
As if anyone will pay that!
Yup! Thank you, sir - 50 I have. Did someone just bid?
Must be a mistake. Do I hear 60?
60, thank you. That's 60. 70 with you, madam.
What's going on? Who will offer me 80? 80?
Oh, for Jove's sake!
80, thank you, sir. Do I hear 90?
This versatile unit is extremely compact for easy storage.
Ha-ha!
Grumio is a stylish accessory for the man or woman about town.
He's strutting! Stop strutting, Grumio.
Who'll give me 100? 100. 110?
110. Don't bid against me!
Sorry. 120, anyone?
Grumio can perform a variety of functions - wine pourer, babysitter,
dog walker! 130, anyone?
130? Yes, 130! At 140, anyone? Yes!
140. 150? 150. 160?
270 denari. I'm gonna be sick.
Our biggest sale of the day. Well, it's nice to feel wanted.
And I assume you'll be paying
in bite-size monthly instalments again? We'll pay the lump sum.
Will we? How? Well, you know - one in, one out.
Now, I'm sorry, Mushki, but it's for the best.
Please let me stay. I can change. You'll love your new mistress.
She's kind, she's cultured. Yeah!
And we won't tell her you're a fucking lunatic
Oh, right. Thank you.
Mm-mm!
Come on then, mate, 17th time lucky.
Was there no change from the 300?
Er, sadly not. Oh.
Ta-da!
Oh, yes! A man!
That's more like it!
He's a house slave. It was Stylax's idea.
Shredder, you shouldn't have. No, no, I really should.
My name is Mushki. I look forward to sewing you in any way I can.
Oh, he's terrific!
Oh, he's lovely and pink!
Now, who'd like some cake? Oh, allow me, madam.
Oh, thank you very much. You're welcome very much.
I'm sorry I doubted you, Grumio. That guy was dearly insane.
You're all right. I mean, what sort of person shits in his own hat?
No, that were me.
Seriously? Why did you do that?
He were a twat, so I shat in his hat.
Fair enough.
By the way, this food is genuinely foul.
Couldn't give a toss, mate.
Ooh, cheese roll!
Ow.
I couldn't help noticing... Oooh.
...that madam didn't finish her sorbet.
Ah. Oooh, ahh!
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