Everyone else seems to be doing it, so here are the first 6 pages of my first ever sitcom which I started writing yesterday morning. I don't have a title for it. Basically, they mostly know each other from being on Jeff's pub quiz team.
SCENE 1. INT. – DAY – SUE & KAREN’S FLAT
SUE AND KAREN ARE IN THE MAIN RECEPTION ROOM OF THE FLAT THEY SHARE. SUE IS CHECKING HER MAKEUP AND HAIR IN THE MIRROR, KAREN IS SITTING AT A TABLE WRITING SOMETHING. BOTH ARE DRESSED SMARTLY IN DARK CLOTHES.
SUE:
Hurry up. The cab will be here any minute.
KAREN:
Nearly ready Sue; I’m just writing his card out.
SUE:
What card?
KAREN HOLDS UP A CARD WITH ‘GET WELL SOON’ IN LARGE GARISH LETTERS ON THE FRONT.
SUE:
Oh no, you’re not seriously going to give Jeff a ‘Get Well Soon’ card?
KAREN:
Why not?
SUE:
Karen – it’s his funeral!
KAREN:
Well I already sent a sympathy card to his parents. I didn’t really know what other card to get for Jeff.
SUE:
I don’t think you’re supposed to give the deceased a card at all. At least not until Hallmark start selling ‘I Wish You Weren’t Dead’ cards.
KAREN:
I suppose. I just never know what to do in these situations. I knew it was bad when he told me he was ill but I wasn’t expecting it to be so…so…fatal.
SUE:
That’s pretty much what the ‘terminal’ part of terminal cancer means.
KAREN:
I sort of assumed that it was just a technical term. I didn’t realise it was all that serious. (BEAT) No wonder he gave me a funny look when I said that worse things happen at sea.
KAREN LOOKS SO SAD THAT SUE WALKS OVER AND HUGS HER.
SUE:
It’s OK. Jeff probably thought you meant someone with terminal cancer getting eaten by a shark. He wouldn’t have taken offence.
KAREN:
Is Tim going to the funeral?
SUE:
Looking forward to seeing what he looks like in a smart suit eh? I think Owen is coming too but it wouldn’t surprise me if he doesn’t turn up. I still don’t get why Jeff was friends with him.
KAREN:
I think it was partly that Owen insisted he knew a lot about sport and Jeff was too polite to stop him joining our quiz team but mostly because Owen owed him some money and talked Jeff into letting him pay him back with any winnings from the pub quiz.
SUE:
No! I didn’t know that. How much did he owe Jeff?
KAREN:
I’m not sure, Jeff said it would take Owen about 15 years to pay him back from the winnings. Or about 6 months if he’d actually got any of the sports questions right.
F/X: CAR BEEPING OUTSIDE
SUE:
Here’s the cab, come on.
KAREN:
So do you want to sign Jeff’s card or not?
SUE:
(PAUSE) Yeah, OK.
SCENE 2. INT. – DAY – PUB
OWEN IS STANDING AT THE BAR; HE HAS A HALF FINISHED PINT IN FRONT OF HIM AND A GLASS OF SCOTCH IN HIS HAND. HE IS WEARING A DARK SUIT WITH A WHITE SHIRT AND BLACK TIE. TIM, DRESSED SIMILARLY, ENTERS THE PUB, SPOTS OWEN AND HURRIES OVER.
TIM:
Owen, there you are! We’re going to be late.
OWEN SIGNALS THE BARMAN WHO COMES OVER.
OWEN:
Two pints of bitter please mate. And another double whisky.
TIM:
We haven’t got time for a drink. Jeff’s funeral starts in twenty minutes.
OWEN: (RAISING A TOAST WITH THE REMAINDER OF HIS SCOTCH)
To the late Jeff Harriman.
And if Jeff is late, I’m going to be fashionably late for his funeral. He’s already as dead as he’s going to get and having a couple of drinks first isn’t going to change that.
THE BARMAN PUTS MORE DRINKS DOWN IN FRONT OF THEM AND OWEN HANDS HIM SOME MONEY.
OWEN:
Drink up Tim.
TIM:
We don’t have time. I’ve been trying to phone you.
OWEN:
Yeah, I know.
OWEN HOLDS UP HIS MOBILE PHONE
OWEN:
37 missed calls. You hold the record. My mum only managed 23 missed calls that time I decided to ignore her birthday to see what would happen. Now drink up. The longer you take, the later we’ll be.
TIM TAKES A LARGE SWIG OF HIS PINT AND PUTS IT BACK ON THE BAR. HE IS BUSY CHECKING HIS WATCH AGAIN SO HE DOESN’T NOTICE AS OWEN PICKS UP THE SCOTCH AND TIPS IT INTO TIM’S BEER.
TIM:
Terrible about Jeff isn’t it?
OWEN:
Terrible.
OWEN DOWNS HIS HALF PINT, THEN DOWNS THE FRESH PINT IN ONE GO AND SIGNALS THE BARMAN AGAIN.
TIM:
I think sometimes he wanted to talk about it but I didn’t really want to ask him too many details. You know how bad I am at small talk.
OWEN: (TO BARMAN)
Two more pints, two more scotches please mate.
(TO TIM) For future reference, Tim - when one of your best friends tells you he only has three months to live, that definitely counts as ‘big talk’. Next time someone you know is about to die, try paying a bit more attention, eh?
TIM: (LOOKING DOWNCAST)
Yeah.
OWEN:
I’m only ribbing you mate. Look on the bright side, maybe Karen will be inconsolable with grief and you’ll get a chance to comfort her. A crying woman is an incredible aphrodisiac.
TIM:
That’s an awful thing to say!
OWEN:
But true. I remember when my ex’s dad died. She was in tears all over the place but I just had a lob-on for days. I mean, I tried to console her but it was aching so much I tried to get her to give me hand job. (BEAT) And apparently I was the insensitive one. Women eh? Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live with ‘em.
TIM: (CHECKING HIS WATCH)
Look, we really need to go.
OWEN:
We’re not going anywhere until we’ve finished these drinks. Then it’s your round.
TIM:
But…
OWEN:
You’ll need the Dutch courage if you’re going to try to shag that Karen. That’s the other good thing about funerals. Birds look great in black undies.