[The camera fades in from black to reveal a large coach driving around a small town with narrow, winding streets. It drives past a harbour, leaving several astonished fishermen in its wake, most of whom alternate looks between the bus and the bottles in their hands. Eventually the coach comes to a halt outside a large building. Just in front of the bus is a blue lantern, by the light of which we can see a sign reading 'Zum blauen Engel'.
A handful of figures get off the bus, breath steaming in the winter air. As they are about to walk off, the driver calls out after them...]
Gary: I'll catch you up in a bit. I've just got to work out where to park this thing...
Tony: Surely there'll be a car park around the back?
Caroline: It's 1905 - I doubt there's one in the whole country...
[The door closes, and the coach drives off. Tony opens the door of the building, and the others walk in, their ears immediately assaulted by loud music...
...after walking down a long, brightly-lit corridor, with the noise growing ever louder, they reach a sort of box office and, after Tony slips the clerk a few coins, they open another door and enter a dance hall...
...on stage, a rather overweight couple are singing comic songs, and judging by the roars of laughter coming from the people in the audience (mostly men), they seem to be doing a great job. The room is packed with tables, most of which are full, but the bloggers make their way to a half-empty table to the side of the hall.]
Caroline: [Looking around] Wow - this is definitely a lively place!
Stu: Better than last year, Tony, at any rate.
Lizzy: [Darkly] Well, now, that wouldn't exactly be difficult, would it? It's not surprising that you didn't get a great turn-out this time around...
Tony: [Nervously] Let's just forget about that... [He turns and sees the few people seated at the table, an old, shabby-looking man and three teenagers.] Excuse me - could we join you? [The man stands up and bows, showering the table in front of him with dandruff.]
Man: Naturally, my pleasure. [Bows again] Allow me to introduce myself - Raat is my name, Professor Raat of the local grammar school. This here [Pointing to a small, greasy-looking youth] is Master Kieselack, this [Pointing to a fat, fair-haired giant] is Master von Ertzum, and this [Pointing, with a grimace, to a sallow-faced young man inspecting his fingernails] is Master Lohmann - all my students.
Stu: Pleased to meet you [There are handshakes and bows all round.]
Lizzy: [Sitting down] What's that smell? [The boys struggle to stifle a smirk - the professor is momentarily agitated.]
Raat: Perhaps it is the toilets - although they are a fair way from here...
Tony: Speaking of which, I'll be back in a minute...
[He nods at the others and heads towards the back of the room, leaving everyone else to chat...]
[We cut to a corridor somewhere inside the dance hall. Tony is walking quickly down the corridor, trying every door he passes - in vain.]
Tony: Where is it? There's got to be something, somewhere... Aha!
[Finally, Tony finds a door which opens. In the darkness, he fails to notice the faded blue colour, or the writing across the top... He opens the door and rushes into a bright room, where a man and a woman stare at him open-mouthed.]
Tony: [Still walking] Sorry, could you tell me where the loo is?
Man: [Flustered] Erm, straight on, first on the left, but... what? How? Who?
[Tony rushes on, turning right by mistake in his desperation to reach the toilet.]
Woman: No, left, not right! Watch out for the... [Splash!] ...swimming pool...
[Back in the dance hall, the bloggers are still chatting with the professor and the students when Raat - or Unrat as Lohmann calls him behind his back - suddenly stops dead and turns to the stage. The reason for his action is soon evident as an attractive red-haired singer smiles and begins to sing.]
Singer: 'Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuß auf Liebe eingestellt'... [Winks at the bloggers' table] ...and for our English-speaking guests 'I can't help it' [She blows a kiss towards the table, and
Stu: [Leaning towards Lohmann] Who's that?
Lohmann: [Behind his hand] Rosa Fröhlich, star of the show and Unrat's girlfriend, believe it or not...
Raat: [Turning to Stu] Don't worry, I'll introduce you after her set. Isn't she wonderful?
[Elsewhere in the club, Tony is drying himself off with a towel, as the man tries to explain just exactly who he is. Tony stops, suddenly, the penny dropping...]
Tony: Wait - you're the Doctor?
Doctor: Aha, yes, now you've got it!
Tony: Alien? Magic blue travelling box?
Doctor: Yep, [Smiles smugly] that's me.
Tony: Timey-wimey stuff, plot holes you could drive a bus through? [The Doctor storms off, and the woman, Clara, stifles a giggle.]
Clara: Yeah, that's him alright...
[Back in the main salon,
Unrat: Darling, please come over and meet our foreign guests, they're dying to meet you!
Rosa: Dying, you say? [Her eyes gleam brightly as she follows the professor back to the table. Unrat strides back, not noticing that Rosa isn't following him that closely...]
Unrat: Everyone, this is... [The others begin moving backwards slowly.] What's the matter with you? I... [He turns around.]
[Behind him, Rosa is bathed in a bright, shimmering blue light. Her body illuminates the whole hall, and what seem to be wings begin to appear behind her, long bright appendages, formed purely from light...]
Rosa: Unratchen, come to me, darling...
Unrat: [Nervously] What is it, darling?
Rosa: [Smiling] I just want a kiss, that's all... [She moves forward.]
Unrat: Ahem, I'm not sure if this is the place, liebling...
[Rosa grabs Unrat and kisses him. Immediately, the professors body glows bright blue and disintegrates, leaving nothing but a pile of dandruff - and a foul smell - behind... The bloggers stare in shock.]
Caroline: Time to run?
Lizzy: Yep, Malone's done it again...
Has Tony really met a time-travelling alien?
Will the bloggers escape from the mysterious blue angel?
Will Gary ever find a parking spot?
Find out in Part Two of 'The Blue Angel'!