Right. After some editing and a font size change, this is actually only the first 6 pages. MORE IMPORTANTLY, I have added the next 6 pages further down the thread.
SCENE ONE
F/X: PHONE RINGING AND BEING ANSWERED
KAREN:
Hello, Dan Slab Investigations. Karen speaking, how may I help you?
F/X: INDECIPHERABLE BABBLING ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE
KAREN:
(CHEERY) Oh, hello again. Your wife’s a slut!
F/X: ANGRY BABBLING ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE
KAREN:
(SQUEAK) I’m so sorry! Did I say that out loud?
F/X: INDECIPHERABLE BABBLING ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE
KAREN:
No, I told you before - he’s an investigative journalist, not a private detective. I suppose he might want to do an exposé if she was shagging one of the Tweenies or something. I don’t suppose…?
F/X: INDECIPHERABLE BABBLING ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE
KAREN:
Her ice-skating instructor? (BEAT) You could try Graham Norton – I’m sure he’d be interested in doing ‘Faithless Sluts On Ice’.
F/X: ANGRY BABBLING ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE
KAREN:
(CHEERY) Okay, bye!
F/X: PHONE BEING PUT DOWN
F/X: DOOR OPENING
DAN:
Morning Karen. Do you want an ice lolly? I bought it by mistake.
KAREN:
Hi Dan. Ooh, a Mini-Milk, thanks! That man just phoned again.
DAN:
Is his wife still a slut?
KAREN:
Sounds like it. He found a used condom in their bed.
DAN:
A cheating harlot and bad at housework - reminds me of my third wife, the French maid strip-a-gram. Very enthusiastic about sleeping with drunken stag parties but she never did work out how to use that feather duster. (PAUSE) Is he sure it wasn’t one of his own condoms?
KAREN:
He said it was a different flavour to the ones he uses. (BEAT) I’ve managed to line you up a few volunteers for your gravity investigation. Did you get the insurance sorted out?
DAN:
No, they’re only students. The insurance company said it would be funnier to just let them die… as long as they’ve all signed their disclaimers.
KAREN:
They’ve signed. They want a copy of the footage for their Big Brother audition tapes to show how zany they are though.
DAN:
If my calculations are correct, they’ll probably end up in the lake so they’ll be safe enough as long as they can swim. Besides, they’re students; the fresh air and an impromptu bath might do them some good.
KAREN:
Are you really going ahead with this? Most reporters covering gravity would investigate the history of the subject, current scientific theories, cutting edge research, that sort of thing.
DAN:
Most journalists wouldn’t know an interesting angle if it bit them on the arse.
KAREN:
UNDER HER BREATH) Most journalists actually sell some of their stories…
DAN:
Eh?
KAREN:
I’ll go get the coffees.
SCENE TWO
TONY:
(MUTTERING TO HIMSELF ANGRILY) Stupid bloody woman with her stupid bloody ears. I hope someone stabs her to death in her sleep and…
F/X: SHOP DOOR OPENING
KAREN:
Morning Tony. Two cappuccinos to take away please.
TONY:
(CHEERY) Certainly madam. Chocolate sprinkles on top?
KAREN:
Yes please!
TONY:
(CHEERY) Very good.
ATMOS: COFFEE MACHINE NOISES
TONY:
(UNDER HIS BREATH, ANGRILY) I’d like to sprinkle arsenic on it and set fire to your head you stupid, hateful…
KAREN:
Lovely weather today. I wish I had some sunglasses.
TONY:
(CHEERY) Why can’t you wear sunglasses? The weird ears?
KAREN:
What? What’s wrong with my ears? No, I just left them at home.
TONY:
(UNDER HIS BREATH, ANGRILY) I’d like to rip your arms off, stick them in your bizarre ears and….
KAREN:
Did you do anything nice at the weekend?
END ATMOS
TONY:
(CHEERY) Yes, I met a lovely woman who I’m hoping to see again; we really hit it off. (BEAT) Here you go - two cappuccinos. That’ll be five pound twenty please.
KAREN:
Thanks Tony. Good luck with your new lady friend!
TONY:
(UNDER HIS BREATH, ANGRILY) At least her ears are normal, you mutant.
F/X: SHOP DOOR CLOSING
TONY:
(BARELY ABLE TO CONTAIN HIS RAGE) I hate you so much!
SCENE THREE
ATMOS: STREET NOISES
TIM:
Owen, I am NOT going to help you steal a skip! What are you going to do with it?
OWEN:
I’m going to rent it out. When they’ve finished with it, I’ll rent another skip, empty this one into it and get them to dispose of the waste. I collect the skip rental while someone else gets rid of the rubbish. It’s genius.
TIM:
But you can’t even work out how to steal it in the first place.
OWEN:
I can borrow a trailer from a friend. I just need a way to get the skip onto it and you’re good at boring nerdy stuff like details.
TIM:
Just don’t expect me to help with the actual stealing. I’m always dropping the soap in the shower, there’s no way I’m going to do time.
OWEN:
If you work out a way for me to get it onto the trailer, I’ll buy you a few pints or something. Look, someone’s even dumped a load of paint tins in it so I can repaint it before hiring it out.
TIM:
You could help me work out how to get Karen to go out with me instead.
OWEN:
I’ve told you before mate - trick her into it. Pretend there’s going to be a party. By the time she realises it’s just the two of you, she’s already halfway through the drink you’ve bunged some Rohypnol in.
TIM:
I don’t believe you sometimes. If you won’t help me sensibly, I won’t help with the skip.
OWEN:
Yes you will. I’ve never seen you say no to anyone.
TIM:
But…well… I can’t help it…..erm….
OWEN:
Alright, alright, I was only joking. Just work out how I can get it on the trailer and I’ll help you pull Karen. You won’t have to go anywhere near the skip (BEAT) unless you decide to rent it off me. I’ll do you a week’s rental but only charge you for three days.
TIM:
Great. I come up with a plan to steal a skip for you and you still try to rip me off for 2 days skip rental.
OWEN:
I’m a businessman Tim.
TIM:
You’re a con-artist.
OWEN:
But thanks to you, I’ll soon be a con-artist with a freshly-painted skip.
SCENE FOUR
F/X: DOOR OPENING
KAREN:
Do you want another coffee, Dan?
DAN:
I don’t know why you go to that coffee place. The guy who runs it’s a freak.
KAREN:
He’s always pleasant enough when I go in there. I think he fancies me a little bit. (PAUSE) So, do you want a coffee?
DAN:
No thanks. I’ll be about half an hour finishing off my list of questions for the minister then I’ll have lunch.
KAREN:
I’ve arranged to meet Sue for a pub lunch. You’re welcome to join us.
DAN:
Ah the lovely Sue! Fine woman. She deserves a man who will look after her properly…
KAREN:
Somehow I don’t think she’s quite ready to become the eleventh Mrs. Dan Slab!
DAN:
One of my exes was like that. She was so unsure about the idea of being my fourth wife that by the time I charmed her into it, she was actually the fifth. (BEAT) Tragic what happened to her, really. They never did find that crocodile.
KAREN:
If I was you, I wouldn’t mention that to Sue when you propose…
DAN:
I’ve been married once already this year. No, for the moment I’ll be happy enough with lunch and another look at those splendid legs of hers. Speaking of ex-wives – it’s number nine’s birthday this weekend. Could you arrange a gift for her please?
KAREN:
What sort of thing does she like?
DAN:
Oh no, don’t get something she’ll like. Get something that seems nice but will actually annoy her. Something that expresses both my residual affection and definite contempt.
KAREN:
I should charge you extra for things like this.
DAN:
Funnily enough, she used to say that when I… erm… I’ll stop there I think. (BEAT) Lunch in about half hour it is then.
KAREN:
Okay.
F/X: DOOR CLOSING