Howdy all, I'm new to this forum so i thought by way of intro. I'd better post something for critique. I'm currently slamming my way through an attempted TV sitcom - I've written six episodes so far. Following are the first three or so scenes from my pilot episode. Let me know what y'all think.
Open up
Int. Apartment bathroom. Evening.
[ The bathroom is relitively small, everything in close quarters. Directly opposite the
door is a window, overlooking the courtyard of the apartment block. There is netting
over this window but no curtains. Enter Dominic, topless and sockless. He switches
on the light, turns the taps on the bath, and lets it run. In a short montage, he
undresses, buck nakedness intimated by a shot of him dropping his trousers and
pants. A quick check of the water, and then it’s to the toilet for a pre-bath pee. He
lets fly, lets out a sigh. He takes a glance out of the window. An elderly lady ( late
seventies ) is standing in the courtyard looking up, an aghast expression mixed with
some kind of anger. Dominic stops peeing ( as heard ).
Cut to later ]
Int. Apartment bedroom. Later
[ On his mobile phone to Caoimhe ]
…no, she just stood there looking at me pee. What could I do ? I was half way through, I had to finish. It’s a natural – well I was naked. No, not always ! I was running a bath for christ’s sake, what was she doing standing out there looking into my bathroom ? If anyone has a reason to be pissed off about this it’s me. What ? Oh, ha ha. I don’t know. A neighbour, I suppose. Well I don’t really talk to them do I ? Seventy, I don’t know I can’t tell people’s ages just by looking at them. Older than me. I mean, she’s old, she’s probably seen hundreds of penises in her time, why would mine cause her any problems ? Right. No, I had my bath, what was I supposed to do ? You’re supposed to be suportive of me in this one. What ? Oh, okay. Well, you’re around tomorrow ? I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you. Bye.
Int. Office. Next morning.
[ Dominic works for a small financial company, with one colleague. The office layout
is of negligible importance. Suffice to say there is a lobby floor for custom, a counter
behind glass, computers for transactions, and a fax machine. At the fax machine is a
puzzled looking Clara. Dominic enters through the front door, speaks as he moves to
and opens the security door ]
[ He unwraps his jacket, readies himself for the day. He’s wearing a shirt, his tie is in
a drawer. As he puts this on, he spots Clara’s befuddlement ]
[ Expresses frustration with a huff and a bang on the fax ]
I can’t be doing with this on a Monday morning. We’re going to have to get a new fax machine.
Why, what’s wrong with this one ?
It’s just not working. I’ve sent an E-Mail asking for a new fax machine.
We can’t do without the fax machine.
It’s not working. Take a look if you want.
Okay. It’s not like I’ll be able to fix it if it’s broken but I’ll take a look. [ He stands next to her ] What’s it not doing ?
Well I switched it on, but it’s not coming on. It’s broken. Monday morning and already the fax machine is broken.
Okay, let’s not panic. It is Monday morning, but it’s not worth panicking over just yet. [ He lifts the lid, looks at it ] The lights aren’t on. Are you sure you switched the machine on ?
I switched the switch, it’s not going on. Like I already told you, it’s broken.
You switched the switch ?
[ Beginning to become annoyed with his questions ]
Okay. Hang on. [ He flips the switch, it switches on ] You switched it off.
What ? No, I switched it on, it’s not working.
[ It makes a working noise ]
You switched it off. It was on and you switched it off. It’s okay, it’s a Monday. It’s all right. You asked for another fax machine ?
Yes. Because I thought this one was broken.
Okay. It’s not too late, if I were you I’d send another E-Mail cancelling the last one.
Sure. Why – what do you mean ?
Can one E-Mail cancel out another E-Mail ? I sent it ten minutes ago, it’s probably got there already.
Right. But – you’re sending another one to cancel it. Do you – is it that you think you’re sending an E-Mail to delete the previous one ? Like tipexing it ?
Well – no. Yes. I don’t know.
Just write another one and send it to the same place, the same person that you sent the last one to, telling them to cancel the last one.
What if they’ve already read it ?
If the person has already read it, there’s no point trying to cancel it. It’s been read. So the E-Mail can’t be cancelled.
Okay. I’m not sure if you’re confused or I am. If you send another E-Mail to the same person, they will see that we no longer need a new fax machine.
So then we don’t need to cancel the E-Mail.
What ? No, we’re – by sending another new E-Mail – by sending that to the same person, we’re – and by another new E-Mail I don’t mean that we’ve already sent a new E-Mail by the way – by sending a new E-Mail to cancel the intentions of the last one – the one that you sent initially asking for a new fax machine – if you send one out now, telling that person that we don’t need another fax machine because you were mistaken earlier, you’ll be cancelling the request you previously made. Will I write the E-mail ?
Right. I’m not so sure they’re happy about you either.
And should I cancel the other E-Mail then ?
[ He takes his seat, fade to later. The branch is dead, a cold sun playing through the
window at the front. Dominic is sitting staring blankly at the computer screen, hands
on the keypad, unmoving. Clara is looking straight forward. A long pause ]
[ Another pause. Dominic turns around ]
I’m just counting the amount of Chinese people walking past the window.
There’s been twelve so far. We’re infested.
Well, this time last year you wouldn’t have seen so many.
Yes. Ah-ha ! There’s thirteen. Although – did she already pass by ? You can’t always tell with them.
Have you ever been sodomised ?
You can’t tell the difference between Chinese people ? Is it their eyes Clara ?
No, I’m just saying I can’t always tell the difference, that’s all. I’m not being racist, I’m just being honest.
No but; I’m not being racist.
Why are you counting Chinese people then ?
To see how many of them pass the window.
[ He thinks about continuing the conversation, then thinks better of it, returning to his
computer screen ]
[ Dominic turns to retort, but the phone rings ]
Good afternoon, Irish Strength Financial Brokers, Dominic speaking. Can I help you ? Sure, do you have your account number handy ? Sure, I’ll still be here. [ He pauses, waiting for the person on the other line to come back. As he waits, a customer enters, moves up to the window ] Hi, Clara will help you there. Customer on the phone. I’m just waiting for – hello ? [ The customer moves along to Clara, they transact ] Okay, you have the statement there ? It’s – no, are you holding your statement ? Right. You see at the top – on the top right hand corner ? Right, that’s the account number. Can you read that – the top right. Are you holding the statement ? Well – yeah, that’s – now you have it. [ Repeats the number, and as he’s typing a second customer comes in, waits behind the first ] Okay, I’ve got the account in front of me. What can I do for you ? I’m sorry, unfortunately I’m not permitted to give you a balance out over the phone. I’ll be – is there a transaction you want to confirm ? It’s policy. For security. Because you – if you – for reasons of security we can’t read out someone’s account details or balance, in case someone else is trying to gain access to your account. Well – yes, I know it’s probably you. I can’t. It’s just - it’s policy. Sir, it’s not a stupid policy it’s for your own – it’s – I’m very sure of that – I don’t – [ Another customer comes in ] Well how would you like it if someone came into the branch pretending to be you and I gave them out your money ? No that’s – I’m not threatening you. I’m not – I’m just saying that – I’m not threatening you. I’m being calm. I am calm. I’m calm. Dominic. Palmer. We don’t have a manager here in the branch at the moment. No I’m not. I’m not lying – sir, I have no reason to – I’m not lying. If we had a manager don’t you think I’d - okay, I didn’t threaten you – and we have no manager. We have no manager. No sir, we don’t. That’s your opinion. It’s your opinion. Not option. Opinion. Sir I have several customers here and I’m – I’m – sir, I’m not lying, I could take your number and telephone you back but right now I have to serve – I have tried to help you. No, as I’ve said we have no manager. I’m sorry. Please. And you too, sir. [ Hangs up ] Now, next please.
Hi, I was just wondering if I could have a word with your manager ?
[ Fade to black ]
Okay, so lemme know whether you'd want to read more ( it runs to twenty five pages ). Any critique is welcome.
Dermot
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