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int. The flat, kitchen- morning
MAX and GARY are breakfasting, GARY slowly eating toast while reading the newspaper as MAX is very audibly eating the newspaper and reading toast that has been written on. GARY looks up and groans.
GARY (EXASPERATED)
Why?
MAX looks up and raises an eyebrow.
MAX
Gary, it isn't opposite day.
GARY
What?
MAX spits out some newspaper and coughs loudly.
MAX
I didn't say, it isn't opposite day.
GARY
Sorry, are you saying that it is opposite day?
MAX (dramatically)
No.
GARY
Okay then.
GARY shakes his head and gets back to his newspaper. MAX looks around the kitchen carefully then cups his hands around his mouth.
MAX (whispering)
No means yes.
GARY
Do you say that to all the girls? And why did you just look around the kitchen? And how long did this take you?!
GARY reaches across the table and examines the written-on toast, which at the top can be seen to say 'The Telegraph' and 'The Sun'.
GARY (cont.)
Jesus, Max, it's like a tory-toast party! These are literally this morning's headlines. You must have been up late.
MAX
Well, someone around here has to not take opposite day seriously.
GARY (sarcastically)
Sorry mate, I'm too busy taking my job seriously, so I have no time to take opposite day seriously, or you, I'm afraid.
MAX frowns and looks unimpressed with GARY, who stands up, puts on his blazer jacket, and grabs his briefcase. As he leaves the room, he picks up MAX's newspaper delivery bag, turns around and waves it around, smiling.
GARY (CONT.)
Don't you overwork yourself, now.
GARY leaves the room as MAX spits out more newspaper and leans toward the door.
MAX (loudly)
Hello.
int. BLUTECH OFFICES- DAY.
GARY walks into the office, greeting various extras and approaching KEN, a fat, bald, and lowly co-worker.
GARY
Hey, Ken! How are we today? Listen, if you could just get those files sorted and on my desk when you get a minute.
KEN
Yes, boss. Can I get you a cup of water?
GARY
That would be lovely, Ken, actually. Just gonna take this quickly.
GARY walks away from KEN to the corner of the room, and begins chatting into his blu-tooth earpiece. Meanwhile, visible further behind GARY, KEN unscrews the water tank from the dispenser and lifts it up. He then topples, drenching himself and the floor. Not phased, he gets back up, picks the tank up and pours it into a paper cup for GARY. He then disastrously attempts to screw it back on, soaking everything again.
GARY (CONT. INTO EARPIECE)
Hello? Absolutely, Mrs Johnson. Of course. Well, it is that difficult time of the month, isn't it? Well up until now I think it's been a great cycle, Mrs Johnson. No, no. Yes, it is your body, okay, you know best. I'm sorry, I just don't think it should smell like that. Yes. All good chemists Mrs Johnson. No problem. My pleasure, Mrs Johnson.
GARY leaves KEN to head to his office, when he bumps into his assistant, JENNA.
GARY (cont. agitated)
Next time that demented old bitch rings me about her imaginary period, or the fridge light being robbed, or the invented tattoo of Edvard Munch's, 'The Scream' she has around her anus, I will go mental.
JENNA
Actually, only two of those are false.
GARY
Either offer me some sort of fridge light protecting device, or say nothing.
JENNA
Gary, she's an important investor, she needs to speak to senior staff and be shown respect, you can't just put her through to me.
GARY
Well, I'm going to see Adams about it, I'm not entertaining this nonsense anymore.
JENNA (offended)
Dementia isn't nonsense!
GARY
No, but it's unnecessary in the workplace. Imagine this office, filled with even less able Kens who have no idea what they're doing here.
KEN walks past, saturated, as GARY and JENNY watch on in disbelief.
JENNA
Maybe you're right. Oh, before you go, sign this card.
JENNA holds out a card and a pen to GARY, who takes them and rests on a nearby desk. He looks up.
GARY
Who's it for?
JENNA
Mark.
GARY
What's happened to him? Is he okay?
JENNA
He touched an egg.
GARY
And...
JENNA
At room temperature...
GARY (PENNY DROPPING)
Oh God, yeah, I forgot about that.
JENNA
The doctors are starting to think it's more mind over matter now.
GARY (signing card)
The man is terrified of eggs, especially at room temperature. I wish him well though. Oh, and I need those papers on my desk by three, Jen. Cheers.
GARY begins to walk away.
int. ADAMS' OFFICE'- DAY.
GARY enters and looks around the deserted office, when a voice is heard.
ADAMS (o.s)
Who is it?
GARY
It's Gary, listen I was just wondering if-
ADAMS (O.S- INTERRUPTING, sing song)
You'll have to find me first.
GARY looks at the cupboard with his eyebrow raised.
GARY
Are you in the cupboard?
ADAMS slowly makes his way out of the cupboard, smiling. He approaches GARY.
ADAMS
Ah. You have got me. It is true. I was in the cupboard.
ADAMS jumps and spins around.
ADAMS (CONT. SHOUTING)
360! Boy, that sure was a tight squeeze.
ADAMS slowly extends his arm and gently squeezes GARY on the shoulder, exhaling sensuously.
ADAMS (cont. slowly)
Squeeze.
GARY recoils, batting his arm away. ADAMS reaches out to do it again.
ADAMS (CONT. SLOWLY)
Squeeze.
GARY bats his hand away again.
GARY
Look, boss, I came to ask you if I could direct Mrs Johnson's calls to Jenna from now on, she's hardly ever lucid these days.
ADAMS
Your call. I had a lucid dream once.
GARY
So you think I should-
ADAMS (ignoring, interrupting)
I did a 720. That's two 360's! Without touching the ground. If only I could one day do a 720 in real life!
GARY turns to leave.
ADAMS (CONT. SHOUTING)
Wait, just one more thing before you leave. You're promoted!
GARY turns back to ADAMS, who gets a dirty looking party hat intended to celebrate the birth of a female child out of his inside pocket and gently places it on a stunned GARY.
GARY (SHOCKED)
What?
ADAMS
Well, as you can see from this little chart drawn on the back of my hand with a frube, which is basically just yoghurt now, sales figures under your supervision have sky- rocketed over this quarterly.
GARY realises himself and takes the hat off, discarding it on the desk of ADAMS.
GARY
But Sir, I thought they'd fallen.
ADAMS
Gary, I know these sales figures like the back of my hand.
ADAMS raises his hand to his mouth and licks off some yoghurt while intensely staring at GARY.
ADAMS
Strawberry. You'll be briefed on your new position tomorrow.
GARY
Honestly, I can't thank you enough.
ADAMS
Think nothing of it, child. You are relieved.
THE TWO shake hands, GARY retracting his immediately as he feels the yoghurt. ADAMS then gets on all fours and grabs GARY's hand, beginning to such it like a leech.
ADAMS (cont. crazed)
Nutrients!
GARY cries out and hurries out of the office and ADAMS scurries back into his cupboard.
INT. BLUTECH OFFICES- DAY.
GARY is hastily walking across the office when JENNA walks past him.
JENNA
Oh, hello again.
GARY (HAPPILY)
Hey there.
JENNA
So, um, what did he say about Mrs Johnson.
GARY
Oh, just that it was my call.
JENNA
Well...
GARY
You're going to be putting up with her from now on. Sorry.
JENNA (disappointed)
You're the boss.
JENNA begins to walk away.
GARY
Jen, wait.
JENNA
What?
GARY (excitedly)
I've been promoted.
JENNA cries out happily and the two quickly hug.
jenna
You should celebrate.
GARY (hesitant)
Maybe I will, I'm not sure.
JENNA
Have a party!
GARY (laughing)
Oh I don't know, we'll have to see.
int. the flat, living room- day.
MAX is lounging around on the sofa, eating a packet of crisps. The phone rings. He gets up and walks to phone, answering it.
MAX
Hello?
GARY (O.S, EXCITEDLY)
Max, mate, I've been promoted!
MAX (LOUDLY)
You're going to the moon?
GARY (O.S, CONFUSED)
What? No! I'm now a deputy sales executive. I swear to god, one day I'll make partner!
MAX
Oh, I thought you'd been promoted to astronaut.
GARY (O.S, AGITATED)
How? How could that possible be the case? Idiot.
MAX (COLDLY)
Power has changed you. But well done.
GARY (O.S)
Whatever. Look, I need you to listen. I've decided I'm gonna have a party for the worker ants to celebrate, you know? So what I need you to do is go to the supermarket and by some party stuff. You know, the basics. Nibbles as well.
MAX
You do realise you're asking a lot here, don't you?
GARY (O.S)
The supermarket will have all we need.
MAX
Are you sure?
GARY (O.S, ANNOYED)
I'm f**king positive! Just please do this, for me. It's important. I've got to go, bye.
GARY hangs up and MAX puts the phone down. HE returns to the sofa, scratching his head.
MAX (BEWILDERED)
A party for ants?