Ok, first scene from a sitcom I worked on a while back. It had some interest, but that has wained, so would really appreciate the comments for a make-over.
It's hard to tell from just one scene, so am happy to post the rest if it's not deemed a waste of time.
It's set in a night-club (called 'Bar Horizontal') and it's Ray's first day working there.
SCENE 1. EXT.INT. NIGHT CLUB - DAY
WE ARE WATCHING AL (A MIDDLE AGED NIGHTCLUB OWNER) IN THE ALLEY BEHIND A NIGHTCLUB DEEP IN DISCUSSION WITH A VERY DODGY LOOKING MEXICAN IN A SOMBRERO AND PORN-TASH. AL IS COUNTING OUT SOME MONEY. BEHIND THE MEXICAN IS A LARGE CRATE OF TEQUILA. AL HANDS OVER THE MONEY. THEY SHAKE HANDS. THE MEXICAN SMILES SHOWING HIS DIRTY TEETH.
INSIDE, THE NIGHTCLUB IS DESERTED. RAY ENTERS AND LOOKS AROUND. RAY IS TWENTY ONE AND DRESSED SMART CASUAL. HE IS CARRYING A SMALL RETRO SPORTS BAG. HE WANDERS OVER TOWARDS THE BAR, AS HE PASSES THE KITCHEN DOOR THERE IS THE SUDDEN SOUND OF A CAT SCREECHING.
RAY GOES OVER TO A DOOR NEAR THE BACK OF THE CLUB AND KNOCKS. THERE IS NO RESPONSE, SO HE TRIES THE DOOR – IT IS OPEN. JUST AS HE ENTERS THE OFFICE THE BACKDOOR OPENS AND AL WALKS IN CARRYING A LARGE CRATE.
AL: Umphf.
RAY: Hi – Sorry, the door was open…
AL: Hi, Ray isn't it? The new guy? Welcome to my office. Can you give me a hand with this?
RAY: Sure.
HE GOES OVER AND GRABS THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CRATE.
AL: Great.
AL LETS GO OF THE CRATE, BRUSHES HIS HANDS TOGETHER.
AL: Just put that over there will you?
AL POINTS TOWARDS THE CORNER AND GOES BEHIND THE DESK,
WHILE RAY SAGS UNDER THE SUDDEN UNEXPECTED WEIGHT, FALLING FORWARD SLOWLY ONLY STOPPED BY A HANDY CHAIR IN FRONT OF HIM THAT TAKES THE WEIGHT OF THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CRATE.
RAY: I just wanted to say thanks for taking me on, it's a great opportunity,
AS RAY IS TALKING, THE CHAIR IS SLOWLY TIPPING OVER UNDER THE WEIGHT AND AL IS PRE-OCCUPIED WITH LOOKING AT SOME PAPERS ON HIS DESK. THE CHAIR PAUSES ON THE BRINK OF FALLING. AL LOOKS UP.
AL: What?
RAY COLLAPSES OVER THE CHAIR IN A CRASH OF BOTTLES. RAY JUMPS UP FROM THE BOTTLES.
RAY: You see I'm the lead singer of a group called ‘Dirt Box' and if you ever need a resident club band,
AL: (IGNORING RAY, CUTS HIM OFF) Actually there will be fine.
RAY LOOKS DISAPPOINTED THAT AL ISN'T LISTENING. AL SHUFFLES SOME MORE PAPERS.
AL: I'm trying out a new supplier for my Tequila, mucho cheap. (LOOKS UP) Bring me one of those bottles will you? I'd like to try some.
RAY: Ok!
RAY TAKES ONE OF THE BOTTLES AND GIVES IT TO AL, WHO TAKES A GLASS OUT OF HIS DRAW AND POURS SOME TEQUILA INTO IT. HE THEN SITS DOWN HOLDING THE GLASS.
AL: So you're the new barman.
AL LEANS BACK AND PUTS HIS FEET UP ON THE TABLE. AFTER A COUPLE OF UNCOMFORTABLE AND UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPTS TO CROSS HIS LEGS HE RESTS HIS FEET ON THE EDGE OF THE TABLE, FLEXING HIS LEGS. AL SWIRLS HIS DRINK AROUND IN HIS GLASS
RAY: Yes. And I was just saying I'm in this band…
AL CUTS HIM OFF AS THOUGH HE HASN'T HEARD HIM.
AL: Ok, you better start learning the rules of Bar Horizontal. The Horizontal rules if you will. (LOOKS AT RAY FOR A RESPONSE TO HIS JOKE, BUT GETS NOTHING) First and most important, no drinking of the club's beers, spirits or any alcohol of any kind. (COUNTS THEM OFF ON HIS FINGERS) Secondly, no giving out free drinks to friends. Thirdly, any public display of nipples of any kind is forbidden.
RAY: No alcohol, free drinks or nipples got it. Mine or others?
RAY GRINS NERVOUSLY
AL: (BIG OVER-THE-TOP LAUGH AND THEN STRAIGHT FACE) Ha, Ha. You're funny, I like that. (NODS) Yes I do…
LONG PAUSE.
AL: (SUCKS IN BREATH) But this isn't a laughing matter (RAY NODS) No nipples Ray. We don't have the license.
RAY: Ok. (RAY NODS AGAIN). About my band…
AL: (IGNORING RAY) I hope I've made myself clear. I like you Ray, (BEAT) you remind me of my wife at your age. (RAY LOOKS WORRIED) I'm thinking you won't let me down.
AL LEANS BACK IN HIS CHAIR AND TAKES A BIG DRAUGHT OF THE TEQUILA.
AL: Now… Whoa! This tequila is…
LOOKS AT HIS GLASS AND SUDDENLY HIS LEGS GIVE WAY MID FLEX AND HE DISAPPEARS UNDER THE TABLE.
RAY: (RUNNING OVER TO THE DESK) Al?
AL: (VOICE FROM UNDER THE DESK) Hmmmm… (THUMPING SOUNDS) I seem to have lost the use of my legs. But only the legs. That's an improvement on last time.
RAY: Can I help?
AL: Go to the bar. Newman will show you the ropes.
RAY: Ok…
RAY MAKES TO WALK OFF AND AL'S VOICE STOPS HIM
AL: Oh, and Ray – be a champion and pass that bottle of tequila down here please.
RAY PASSES DOWN THE BOTTLE
AL: Thank you, now go!
RAY WALKS TO THE DOOR HESITANTLY. PAUSES, LOOKS BACK AT THE DESK WHERE THE SOUNDS OF AL MUMBLING IS EMENATING…
AL: (MUTED) Mmmm… toxic…
RAY SLIPS A CD OUT OF HIS BAG AND PUTS IT ON THE PILE OF POST ON THE SIDE BY THE DOOR AND LEAVES. THE CD HAS ‘DIRT BOX' WRITTEN IN MARKER PEN ON IT.