This is undergoing a huge re-write as we speak, but I thought I'd post an excerpt to get a few views as I am looking for a collaborator/co-writer.
Basically neurotic and nerdy Peter has been sent round to complain about a party in the flat opposite by his bitch of a girlfriend Sandra. He has just walked over to the offending flat and found that the door is ajar...
(Note: before anyone complains about Travis' dialogue being a little too wordy, its intentional...)
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Peter peers into the apartment a little further and we can see the signs of a party. JET CHASE appears in the doorway, blocking his view and startling him. Jet's in his early to mid twenties - a fitness fanatic type.
JET
You don't appear to have anything with you? It's a BYOB party I'm afraid...
PETER
I don't really drink...
JET
No...no...bring your own boobs...
(frowns)
Or bollocks if that's what you're in to...
From O.S. we hear the voice of TRAVIS SNOW.
TRAVIS (O.S.)
Who is it?
Jet looks properly at Peter.
JET
Oh bloody hell; it's that bloke next door.
TRAVIS (O.S.)
That weird one?
JET
Yeah...
PETER
I can hear you, you know? I'm right here...
Travis appears - short, confident, fancies himself as a showman.
TRAVIS
Hi there! How can I help you?
PETER
Well I....
SANDRA
(Shouting from the doorway of their flat)
If you don't turn that music down he's going to knock you right out!
TRAVIS
(To Peter)
I see you brought your spokesperson with you! What a great bit of forward thinking.
(after a pause)
Is this true then, neighbour? Are you going to hit us so hard that we're both going to simultaneously lose consciousness?
PETER
Well...
SANDRA
Yes that's exactly right.
TRAVIS
Well, like most European super-powers we're none too keen on responding positively to threats, so let me tell you what's going to happen.
(clears throat)
I'm going to close the door and continue with my life.
PETER
I'll tell the landlord.
TRAVIS
Well, now! Listen to him! After exhausting any possible means of a violent threat he's looking to bring in other super-powers! You'd make a brilliant, yet ultimately doomed, dictator.
SANDRA
Don't think he won't tell him!
TRAVIS
Oh no trust me, I believe him! Don't you, Jet?
Jet opens the door a little further until an elderly, very drunken man can be seen on the sofa - flanked either side by a couple of women. This
is the LANDLORD.
JET
Landlord!
(he looks up)
The bloke who lives opposite wants a word.
LANDLORD
(Drunkenly)
Whassamatter?
Peter goes red.
PETER
Err...this party is a little loud...
LANDLORD
Why are you telling me that? Don't you think I know that?
(Motions to speaker set)
I'm sat right next to the speaker you f**king toon.
Landlord goes back to his previous conversation. Travis and Jet turn back to Peter.
TRAVIS
Did that conversation go how you thought it would?
PETER
I have to be up for work at six, do you know how inconsiderate this is?
TRAVIS
I'm aware that you may feel it is inconsiderate. However, by coming over here and causing a fuss you've woken yourself up even more, and now you've got a bit of adrenaline going so you're inevitably going to find it even harder to sleep now! Whereas, if you'd just have got up and put in some headphones or even improvised with some cotton wool I reckon you'd be wrapped up in the world of Nod right now.
SANDRA
He's going to get his lawyer to write a stern letter to the landlord about this.
TRAVIS
What are you, by the way, the puppet-master?
Travis starts humming 'Master of the Puppets' by Metallica. Jet
shoots him a look.
JET
Stop trying to have an argument, Travis.
(To Sandra and Peter)
Sorry about the noise, we'll turn it down a tad. Now, have a good night guys.
Oh...and...err...great pyjamas by the way...
He slams the door closed. Leaving Peter and Sandra standing there stunned.
SANDRA
What is wrong with you? You just stood there like a frozen kipper while they tore into you. I need a man who can look after me, Peter!
Sandra slams their door closed and leaves the exasperated Peter standing there. He tries to open the door but she's locked it.
PETER
(sheepishly)
Err...Sandra...the door's locked...