Hello again everyone, second post. This is my other sitcom I've been working on. Here's the first ten pages. As before feed back would be much appreciated.
SCENE 1. EXT. CASH MACHINE. DAY. [08.50]
JOSH (EARLY 30'S) IS STANDING IN A SMALL QUEUE WAITING TO USE A CASH MACHINE. A WOMAN SUZAN (EARLY 30'S) COMES TOWARDS HIM LOOKING ANGRY. JOSH SPOTS HER AND STARTS TO LOOK WORRIED. SHE ARRIVES AT THE CASH MACHINE.
SUZAN:
Drawing some money out for me?
JOSH:
Drawing money out, no not me. I'm just basking in the warmth and beauty of
others more fortunate. (PUTS HIS ARMS UP AND CHEERS) Another fifty
quid. Looks like everyone's a winner today.
SUZAN:
(LOOKING BEWILDERED) God you really are sad. I sent you an eviction
notice two days ago.
JOSH:
Yean I know, I was coming to see you about that.
SUZAN:
Really?
JOSH:
Yean, to tell you I wont have the money for another week and you free to
hurt me as badly as you like.
SUZAN:
It's beyond that.
JOSH:
You can do what you like to me, How about a couple of firecrackers down my
pants. (PULLS JEANS AWAY FROM STOMACH. LOOKS INSIDE.) Trust me
theirs lots of room in there.
A MAN OPPOSITE JOSH PUTS HIS HEAD ACROSS AND LOOKS INSIDE. HE NODS IN AGREEMENT AND SMILES. HE NUDGES THE MAN NEXT TO HIM AND POINTS AND TELLS HIM. THEY NOD TO ONE ANOTHER IN AGREEMENT.
ANOTHER MAN WALKS BY AND POURS A HOT CUP OF COFFEE IN HIS PANTS, STEAM GOES EVERYWHERE. JOSH SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN.
THEN ANOTHER MAN WALKS BY AND THROWS IN SOME CHANGE.
JOSH:
Thank you. Thank you very much.
MAN:
You need to work on your voice and get your self some tunes.
JOSH:
I will do the Royal Opera House a waits. (HE SCREAMS OUT AGAIN)
practice makes perfect.
SUZAN:
That change is mine.
SUZAN PUTS HER HANDS IN HIS JEANS AND PULLS OUT SOME CHANGE.
SUZAN:
Where's the rest of it?
JOSH:
(LEANS FORWARD) I think it's gone into my pants. (SMILES, LOOKING
OPTIMISTIC)
SUZAN:
(SHE LOOKS AT HIM) You can keep it.
JOSH:
Wonderful I'll start up a trust fund right away. (PULLS JEANS AWAY)
Anymore donations. Betty and Martha will be eternally grateful.
SUZAN:
Do you know what happened to last person who didn't pay me?
JOSH:
You dislocated one of my fingers.
SUZAN:
Not you, the person who rented the flat before you.
JOSH:
No.
SUZAN:
She went splat against the front dumper of my car.
JOSH STARTS TO LOOK WORRIED.
SUZAN:
I swear it was an accident. (STARTS TO LAUGH) That's what I told the
police anyway.
JOSH:
(THINKING) She made a full recovery right?
SUZAN:
(LOOKING CONFUSED) Recovery. The only recovery was that of her teeth
so they could identify her from dental records.
JOSH:
But theirs no way I can pay you.
SUZAN:
Well you best start packing your stuff then, hadn't you? Don't worry I've
already got someone interested in the flat, my parents actually.
JOSH:
Really, can I stay with them for a bit?
SUZAN:
No you bloody cant!
JOSH:
Go on just for a little while, they wont even no I'm there.
JOSH PULLS A SULKY FACE.
SUZAN:
You going to pay me aren't you? And it's going to be real money, not some
money you've got from a board game like last time.
SHE GRABS HIS HAND AND STARTS TO CRUSH IT.
JOSH:
(LOOKING AROUND EMBARRASSED) No, still doesn't hurt. You'll have to
squeeze harder than that. (LOOKS AT THE MAN NEXT TO HIM) Your turn
next. Ok It hurts, it hurts.
SHE LETS GO OF HIS HAND, STOMPS HE FEET. THEN BITES HER OWN HAND AND MARCHES OFF.
A WOMAN WALKS UP TO HIM CARRYING A DUSTBIN BAG. SHE LOOKS JOSH IN THE FACE HE SMILES. SHE PULLS HIS JEANS AWAY FROM HIS STOMACH AND EMPTIES THE BAG IN HIS JEANS. THEN WALKS OFF. JOSH STANDS THEIR LOOKING BEWILDERED.
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SCENE 2. INT. SHOP - DAY 1 [09.15]
TOM (EARLY 30'S) IS STANDING BEHIND THE COUNTER, WITH HIS LAPTOP OPEN, SIGNING GUITARS. ANDY (LATE TEENS) IS WATCHING LOOKING ANGRY.
TOM LOOKS UP AT ANDY. ANDY LOOKS BACK AT HIM. TOM PUSHES THE GUITAR AWAY FROM HIM. HE STEPS FURTHER AWAY TO ONE SIDE.
TOM:
Just think we'll have you forging signatures with in a month.
ANDY GIVES HIM AN ANGRY STARE.
TOM:
Cheer up. You look like your chewing a wasp.
ANDY OPENS UP HIS MOUTH. INSIDE THERE'S A DEAD WASP. TOM LOOKS WORRIED.
TOM:
Always best to start the day with some breakfast. Keep you going for the rest
of the day.
ANDY STARTS TO CHEW AND THEN SWALLOWS. TOM LOOKS HORRIFIED.
TOM:
Emm down the hatch it goes. I think that's enough learning for today. You
may leave.
ANDY LEAVES UPSTAIRS. JOSH POP HIS HEAD AROUND THE DOOR. HE LOOKS AROUND THE SHOP. TOM STARTS TO WAVE HIS HAND IN FRONT OF HIS FACE DUE TO THE SMELL.
TOM:
(LOOKING ANNOYED) What time do you call this?
HE WALKS IN HOLDING HIS JEANS WITH JUST HIS PANTS AND T SHIRT ON.
JOSH:
I had a bit of a domestic problem at home.
TOM:
You're landlady bending your fingers back isn't a domestic problem that
concerns me.
JOSH FROWNS.
TOM:
I told you about not paying your rent.
JOSH:
I would, but you don't pay me do you?
TOM:
God its money, money, money with you, I want a new I phone, I want a new
TV, I want to buy some food because the doctor's say I'm dying.
JOSH
I just what to pay my rent, when I couldn't pay last month she gave me a
Chinese burn and it wasn't on my arm either.
TOM:
Chinese finger burns, effective and deadly.
JOSH:
She sent me an eviction notice two days ago.
TOM:
She's been threatening you for the last two years and do you still have a roof
over your head?
JOSH:
I think she's serious this time.
TOM:
Just do what you always do and glue yourself to the floorboards naked.
JOSH:
I wasn't naked they cut me out of my clothes. I'm never gluing
myself to any floor again that's what I told to the fire brigade anyway.
TOM:
What about staples?
JOSH:
That would hurt wouldn't it?
TOM:
No pain, no gain. Theirs a staple gun over there. You'll have to refill it, if you
use it mind. Anyway I thought by law you have to give notice?
JOSH:
She has, two years. She prefers to get physical with me anyway.
TOM:
I think secretly she likes you.
JOSH:
People who like you don't put blowtorches to your face, then threaten to burn
it off. I'm never going to get a good night's sleep again.
TOM:
Well, I wouldn't worry too much. You've survived this long.
TOM PICKS UP THE STAPLE GUN AND CREEPS UP BEHIND HIM. HE LIFTS UP JOSH'S SHIRT AND SHOTS A STAPLE IN HIS BACK.
TOM:
See, they don't hurt that bad.
JOSH SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN
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SCENE 3.INT. SHOP - DAY 1 [09.45]
TOM IS BEHIND THE COUNTER, LOOKING AT A MAGAZINE. JOSH IS COUNTING ON HIS FINGERS.
THE SHOP DOOR OPENS AND THE BELL RINGS. YOU HEAR PEOPLE CHEERING LIKE A SPORTING EVENT. IT STARTS TO GO DARK. A SPOT LIGHT STARTS TO MOVE AROUND THE SHOP.
A MAN WALKS INTO THE SHOP. HE LOOKS ANGRY AND IS HOLDING A GUITAR CASE. THE SPOT LIGHT STOPS ON HIM. FIREWORKS GO OFF IN A LINE TOWARDS HIM. HE SHRIEKS LOOKING PETRIFIED.
TOM:
(TURNS TO JOSH) Here's a man who's clearly shopped here before.
MAN:
What the bloody hell do you think your doing ripping of my brother?
TOM POINTS TO HIM SELF-MIMING THE WORD ME. JOSH PUTS HIS HANDS UP.
TOM:
Josh put your hands down. He hasn't got a gun. You haven't got a gun have
you?
THE MAN SHOWS HIS FISTS.
TOM:
He's just carrying two fists and what mighty big fine weapons they look
as well.
MAN:
This guitar isn't even worth fifty pounds.
JOSH:
It is, because that was the guitar with the sticker saying fifty pounds or
nudey photos. Does your brother own any photos of lovely ladies in
the nude?
TOM:
By the way the criteria is they must be nude and they must be lovely. We'll
leave the ladies bit to your discretion.
MAN:
What?
JOSH:
Ok, Clearly not. What if I offered you my copy of Sports and Babes Magazine.
It's got pictures of hot babes all the way through. There's even a two-page
spread on sport.
TOM:
Don't worry complaints have been sent to the editor.
JOSH:
And the editor has sent us complaints.
POINTS TO WALL COVERED WITH LETTERS.
TOM:
I don't care what he says, two pages of sport is way too much.
JOSH:
(OPENS UP THE MAGAZINE) Lets look at this months issue. Big hairy
bearded eastern Europeans at the annual tidily winks world championship
Need we say more.
JOSH HOLDS THE MAGAZINE OPEN TO SHOW HIM.
MAN:
I'm warning you.
TOM:
(TURNS TO JOSH WITH HIS FINGERS IN HIS MOUTH.) I've been warned
JOSH LOOKS HORRIFIED.
MAN:
I think the time has come to smash your face in.
TOM:
I wouldn't bother mate. Josh has seen Enter the Dragon ten times.
JOSH LOOKS A TOM GONE OUT.
MAN:
So.
TOM:
Josh, I think its time you sorted this man out.
JOSH LOOKS SCARED TO DEATH.
TOM:
Well go on then. Time to show him the ways of the exploding fist.
JOSH STARTS TO WAVE HIS HANDS ABOUT THE PLACE, MAKING STRANGE NOISES. HE STRIKES TOWARDS THE MANS NECK, BUT STOPS ONLY INCHES AWAY. THE MAN LOOKS BEWILDERED. JOSH WALKS OVER TO TOM.
TOM:
What happens now?
JOSH:
Well any moment now, he'll explode into a thousand pieces.
TOM:
He wont you know. Any moment now he's likely to kick your ass.
THE MAN WALKS OVER TO JOSH, PULLS UP HIS SHIRT AND TWISTS HIS NIPPLES. JOSH TURNS TO TOM, LOOKING AT HIM GONE OUT.
TOM:
It's your time. Now take him good.
THE MAN THEN TAKES A RUN UP AND HEAD BUTTS HIM IN THE CHEST. HE THEN STARTS TO LAUGH. JOSH GIVES OUT A HUGE SCREAM
HE STARTS TO PUNCH HIM IN THE STOMACH. THE MAN FALLS INTO THE WALL. JOSH CONTINUES PUNCHING HIM.
TOM LEANS OVER THE COUNTER PUTTING HIS HAND OUT AS IF HE WANTS TO BE TAGGED.
TOM:
Go for the knock out. You've got him on the ropes.
JOSH PUNCHES THE MAN IN THE FACE. THE MAN STARTS TO STUMBLE AROUND. HE PICKS UP THE SPORTS AND BABES MAGAZINE OFF THE COUNTER AND FALLS TO THE FLOOR. HE OPENS THE MAGAZINE UP AT THE SPORTS PAGE. LOOKS AT IT, THEN FALLS UNCONSCIOUS.
TOM:
It looks like you've killed him. (PUTS HAND OUT) Well done.
JOSH SNATCHES THE SPORTS MAGAZINE OFF HIM. THE MANS WALLET FALLS OUT OF HIS POCKET. TOM PICKS IT UP AND HANDS IT TO JOSH SMILING. JOSH TAKES IT LOOKING WORRIED. HE OPENS THE WALLET AND TAKES OUT SOME MONEY AND TWO PHOTOS. THEN HE PUTS THE WALLET BACK IN THE MAN'S POCKET.
JOSH:
(BIG SMILE) He did have nudy photos after all they could fetch a fine price
on E Bay.
TOM:
Nude photos and fifty pounds towards the rent Josh.
JOSH LOOKS EXITED. JOSH POINTS AT THE MAN.
JOSH:
What we going to do with him? We can't just leave him there.
TOM:
We could say he's taking an afternoon nap.
JOSH:
What with blood coming out of his mouth?
TOM:
Point taken. I'll get his arms, you get his legs and we'll put him outside. I'm
sure someone will take pity and call for an ambulance. Then you can go
discus Andy's progress with him.
JOSH:
It's your turn.
TOM:
No its not. Earlier he looked as happy as a polo bear, who'd been sent to
bed early with a hot water bottle stuffed under his arm
JOSH LOOKS AT THE MONEY AND THEN AT THE PHOTOS AND SMILES.
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