I could take a picture of myself with my girlfriend's pants on to demonstrate how very like Spiderman it makes one look, but I don't think I will.
The clean/dirty "odd couple" dynamic is not core to the piece.
I'll post up the next scene but I have no hopes of rave reviews! I posted the first draft a short while ago and most people didn't "get" it.
SCENE 2. LIVING ROOM. INT. DAY. (MONDAY)
FOLLOWING PREVIOUS SCENE.
NERVY, BESPECTACLED DAVE (24) ENTERS.
DAVE:
Morning.
JIM:
It is.
DAVE:
So, err, what’s the news today?
JIM:
Matt’s impotent.
MATT:
Don’t tell him!
JIM:
Why did you tell me?! (TO DAVE) There’s a rapist up at three; that might be fun.
DAVE:
Erm, look, Jim, I wondered if I could borrow some money. You know, with the rent, and…
JIM:
No. You’d probably lose it - just like you lost your job.
DAVE:
Well, it’s a disciplinary review. It’s not as easy as it looks, being a recruitment consultant. Nobody wanted to take any of the jobs I offered them – in fact most of them were at work when I rang.
WE HEAR POLICE SIRENS. JIM INSTANTLY INTERESTED.
JIM:
That’s a story.
DAVE:
I hope it’s nothing serious.
JIM:
I do. Maybe someone’s been murdered.
JIM CRANES TO LOOK OUT OF THE CURTAINS BUT IT IS TOO LATE.
JIM (CONT):
Damn. Might be something. Dave, you’re going to court for me.
DAVE:
Sorry?
JIM:
I can’t be in two places at once. Toddle off down there and get everything that’s said - everything. No mistakes or it’s your neck.
DAVE:
Why me?! I can’t even write quickly enough.
JIM:
Use the voice recorder on your mobile.
DAVE:
I can’t do it Jim. (THINKS) Can’t you get sent to prison for taking recording equipment into court?
JIM:
Don’t be an idiot. (BEAT) They don’t enforce it anyway, just be careful… I’ll pay you.
DAVE:
Oh, right. Why can’t I be the one who investigates the sirens?
JIM:
Because you couldn’t investigate the inside of your eyelids. Journalism means talking to people; asking the right questions. I may as well send Rain Man. No, you sit in court, put your recorder on – it’s foolproof. Or I wouldn’t be asking you.
DAVE:
Jim, honestly, this does not sound foolproof. This has got “prison sentence” written all over it - in really scary handwriting. Besides, my phone’s broken.
MATT:
I thought you had it fixed?
IRRITATED REACTION FROM DAVE
DAVE:
And I don’t even know if it has a recorder on it.
MATT:
Don’t sweat it, man! You can borrow mine. It’s new, right. It’s got everything. Gadgets, gizmos - camera, speakerphone - voice recorder.
DAVE:
(EXASPERATED) Wow, thanks Matt!
JIM:
Does it work?
MATT:
I road-tested it yesterday.
JIM:
What did that involve? Listening to all the ring tones?
MATT:
There’s some good ones actually. Here you are – you’ll never believe it - (DEMONSTRATES) - a dripping tap! Absolute genius. (SHOWS JIM THE MOBILE)
JIM:
Chinese have got a sense of humour then. Must be from writing out all those Christmas cracker slips.
MATT IS BOBBING HIS HEAD IN TIME TO THE DRIPPING TAP SOUND.
JIM (CONT):
God knows why you need a mobile, Matt. Quasimodo got out more than you. I could superglue your phone to the side of the TV and you wouldn’t complain.
MATT:
Pointless anyway, it’s got video built-in.
DAVE:
Jim, I really can’t do it. I’ll be in a court of law! That’s pretty serious. I’d love to help, obviously, but you know what I’m like with things like this!
JIM:
Precisely - you’re bound to get a story. Place’ll probably burn down with you there. How do you get it to record?
MATT DEMONSTRATES
JIM:
Easy. Right, you might need a bag.
DAVE:
Ah, well, I don’t have a bag.
MATT:
My bag’s just there.
DAVE:
Matt, just, will you stay out of it? Please.
JIM:
Take my pad. (PUTS IT IN THE BAG) And have a shave before you go.
MATT:
Here you are.
MATT TAKES HIS SLIPPERS FROM THE BAG, TURNS ONE UPSIDE DOWN AND CATCHES THE RAZOR INSIDE. DAVE GIVES HIM A LOOK.
MATT (CONT):
Ha, I know, I can’t think of anywhere else to put it. Keeps me on my toes, though, I tell you!
JIM:
I’m surprised you’ve got any toes left.
DAVE:
Erm, I’ve already shaved.
JIM:
Do it properly this time. You’re supposed to do your whole face, not random patches. It’s not Battleships. You look like a burns victim. (CHECKS WATCH) There’s no time anyway, you’re going to be late.
JIM BUNDLES DAVE OUT OF THE FRONT DOOR.
DAVE:
Hang on a second here Jim, how much am I actually going to get paid –
THE FRONT DOOR SLAMS. JIM RE-ENTERS, RUBBING HIS HANDS TOGETHER.
JIM:
Just got time for a cup of tea.
END OF SCENE