Hey guys.
I've been a bit of a voyeur of this site for a while, but have never deemed any of my thoughts or work worth posting till now.
I wrote this sitcom pilot, sent it off to everywhere and finally the rejection letters have started trickling in. That's fair enough, but there's no feedback or criticisms. I hoped you guys might have some thoughts.
It's called 'Bunker' and its about three scientists holed up in an underground bunker after the end of the world.
Here's the beginning of the pilot script. It's really just introducing the characters and setting up some plot elements for later.
Hope you like.
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INT. BUNKER. DAY
An uncomfortably cramped, minimally-furnished underground bunker. GEORGE, an edgy, twitchy scientist, fusses around RUSS, his gormless, distant colleague. Both wear matching uniforms. They would be considered handsome if not for their Rip Van Winkle beards.
The disembodied voice of the COMPUTER crackles into life via a central set of speakers. She talks with the broken, monotonous tone of an automated phone-line.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Inspection to commence in one minute and counting.
GEORGE
Come ON Russ – onto the line! Quickly! QUICKLY!
He shoos RUSS along as if he were a disobedient toddler.
RUSS
What’s happening again?
GEORGE
We’re having an inspection.
RUSS
By the Queen?
GEORGE
What? Of course not by the Queen!
RUSS
Oh.
(pause)
By Prince Phillip?
GEORGE
No, not by Prince Phillip. Now, get onto the line.
He positions RUSS where a long red line has been marked out on the floor.
GEORGE (cont.)
And...STAY.
(called out)
Karl? Karl?
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Failure to comply will result in immediate recrimination.
GEORGE paces the room, looking around. RUSS absently follows behind him.
RUSS
Who are you calling on? Princess Margaret?
GEORGE
Karl, of course!
RUSS
Oh. Right.
He processes the information.
RUSS
And what are we doing, exactly?
GEORGE
Having an INSPECTION! Now get back on the line!
RUSS wanders off.
GEORGE
KARL! What is keeping you?
RUSS is behind him again.
RUSS
So, why are we-?
GEORGE
(screeched)
Back onto the line! The Queen is coming! The Queen is coming!
He turns away.
GEORGE
KARL!
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Ten seconds and counting.
GEORGE
Where ARE you?
He opens a door and checks behind it.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Four.
GEORGE
FOR GOD’S SAKE!
He checks under the table.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Three.
GEORGE
IT’S THE SAME EVERY MORNING!
He checks in a locker.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Two.
GEORGE
(screeched)
KARL, MAN!
He cautiously opens a cardboard box, a if expecting someone to jump out at him.
KARL
(O/S)
WHAT?
GEORGE lets out a yelp. He turns to find KARL – identically uniformed and bearded – standing on the line next to RUSS, awaiting inspection.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
One. Scan initiated.
The lights dim and a red horizontal laser appears. It moves down, through the air, toward KARL and RUSS.
GEORGE leaps across the room and onto the line – moments before the laser hits him.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Under no circumstances attempt to vacate the line during scanning.
GEORGE and KARL tighten up instantly. The scan continues on, down to their waists.
An alarm sounds. GEORGE and KARL’s eyes open wide and move from side to side.
The scan stops.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Unidentified life form detected.
(pause)
Please state your identity...
GEORGE and KARL lower their gaze. A wheelie chair has been left across the line.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Please identify yourself, or affirmative action will be taken...
GEORGE
Wheelie chair! Wheelie chair!
COMPUTER
(V/O)
You have selected ‘intruder’. Is this correct?
GEORGE
No no no!
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Intruder alert. Intruder alert.
GEORGE catches KARL’s attention and indicates to the chair. KARL frowns and shakes his head. GEORGE looks to RUSS, who smiles absently. He turns back to the chair, wide-eyed.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Final warning.
As if independent of his body, GEORGE’s leg shoots out and kicks the chair away from them.
A laser fires out, obliterating it. GEORGE and KARL stare in shock at the scorched floor and faint wisp of smoke that was once the chair.
The alarm stops.
COMPUTER
(V/O)
Crisis averted. Inspection complete. All three personnel accounted for. Thank you for your cooperation.
GEORGE and KARL take a big step backward and let out a collective sigh of relief.
RUSS curtsies...
RUSS
Your majesty.
...and casually takes a seat.
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