Paul Greasby is the sort of man you WOULDN'T want hositng a kids show. Opinionated, egotistical and totally convinced he is the best there is. Sadly, he has a dark side too.
This is the first few pages of a script which I am working on at present.
SCENE 1. THE FIRST
F/XOOR OPENS
PAULCHEERY) Good morning, Good morning. I hope I find you very well. Good morning, good morning to you. And you. And you. And youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
EMILYomeone is in a good mood this morning. Lost your virginity?
PAUL:Ha. Ha. I need to tell you Emily, nothing can put me in a bad mood today. Nothing.
ROD:And the reason for this…jolity?
PAUL:The reason is I have just bought Alistairs' Mercedes Benz 280 SEL 3.5 V8.
ROD:That old thing?
EMILY:I would have thought you'd have more sense.
PAUL:You see, you people know what of what you speak. The car is a collectors' item. It's like me. It turns heads.
ROD:Too bad it doesn't turn corners.
PAUL:Mmm?
RODteerings' knackered. Oh, and don't go up and down any hills. Brakes.
EMILY:And for some reason if you open the boot while the driver is in his seat, there's a good chance you'll burn his buttocks with the in built seat heater.
ROD:Then there's the lights. I think the word to describe them is sonar.
EMILY:The welding. It’s like the Flinstones underneath
ROD:The locks are as secure as Paris Hiltons’ chastity belt.
EMILY:The engine smokes so much it looks like a steelworks.
RODlus the main reason he’s selling it is his wife leaned on the door and landed on the hard shoulder.
PAUL:….Well, it's an old car. You have to expect these little things. Anyway, at least it's not a stupid Golf or a fiat Chicaquito.
EMILY:It's Cinquecento
PAUL:What sort of name is that for a car? It's like something off of Countdown.
EMILY:It's Italian. It means five hundred.
PAUL:Five hundred? What's that? What it's worth? They are so small. You can't do anything in there. You carry a roll of sellotape, you have to use the boot.
ROD:Gets her from A to B.
EMILYo when you picking it up?
PAULA BIT MIFFED) I've got a truck coming.
F/XOOR OPENS
SANDY:Everyone! Production meeting. Room six.
SCENE 2. BRIEFING
SANDYo, Rod, we've done our homework and your piece on the endangered Red Squirrel was so well received, we've arranged for you to take the camera back down to the reserve and do a special.
ROD:Happy Mondays!
SANDY:Emily…now, we've had a little meeting in the production team and we feel that you should cover the closure of that wildlife reserve, do a catch up with some of the animals that were rehomed.
EMILY:Great! I loved that Mr Banabas. He was so kind to the animals.
SANDY:Ah, the man who adopted the leopard?
EMILY:Yes. Hand fed it and all. He was fun.
SANDY:Yes, he was. I'm afraid he's…unavailable.
EMILYh. You've spoken to him?
SANDY:I've spoken to his widow. Paul…now, you’ll be back in the studio linking it all together, but we do have a interesting piece about snails.
PAULnails? How are snails interesting? The only way they are interesting is is the word snail is followed by the words fleur de lys
SANDY:Are you questioning my production decisions. Again?
PAUL:Yes, frankly I am. I should be out there, meeting the experts. I know the questions to ask.
SANDY:No, Paul, the last time I sent you out the question, you asked, live on childrens’ television, was ‘What the bastard hell is that?’.
PAUL:It’s a valid question.
SANDY:I’m not prepared to have my programme ruined again by bad language and rudeness. You stay in the studio.
PAUL:I will not. You are wasting one of your best assets, you do realise that? I can communicate with people on all levels.
SANDY:Yes,a nd they all think you are a twat.
PAUL:A…did you call me what I think you called me then?
SANDY:Yes. Oh, look…Rod, Emily - Would you excuse us, please?
EMILY & ROD:Yeah. Sure. Okay.
F/XOOR CLOSES
SANDY:I will not have you question my editorial decisions.
PAUL:It's not right. I have years of experience. What are these things? Slugs wearing hats.
SANDY:They're molluscs. And to be honest, Paul, if I sent you down there with the leopards, I know there would be trouble.
PAULMIMICING) I know there would be trouble.
SANDYaul.
PAUL:Well, I mean. And while I am at it and we’re alone, I resent that you imply my people skills are anything less than brilliant. I get the best out of people. I'm good with people. Ask anyone.
SANDY:Good with people. Let's see, shall we? Last series we sent you down to
Chertsey Junior school with that chimpanzee.
PAUL:It was a good little bit.
SANDY:Let's have a look at the results. Ah yes. Three wounded, most of the third year in psychiatric evaluation and the chimp is still on the lose.
PAUL:That was one incident.
SANDY:That was one of the incidents. And look at this. Most other childrens' shows get little pictures of the presenters. Gifts. Cute pictures. You are the
only childrens' presenter I have ever met who gets hate mail in crayon.
PAUL:It's all idle threats.
SANDY:You're not that popular. Paul. Look, I have to be honest…we're thinking of dropping you in the next series.
PAULropping me?
SANDY:Yes. Our research shows you are not received all that well by some of our key demographic. By key demographic I mean humans.
PAULropping me. Right. Well. You can take your snails and stick them. I know where I am not wanted.
SANDY:Good.
PAUL:I mean it, I'm going.
SANDY:Good.
PAULeriously. I go out that door, I won't be coming back in.
SANDY:Make sure you twist the handle to the left otherwise it sticks.
F/XOOR SLAMS
SANDY:…you're still here
PAUL:I want you to think a bout this. No Paul Greasby. No Greasbys' Critters.
SANDY:Thought. Decided. Moved on.
PAUL:Well, Sandy. This is goodbye. And I wish you luck. I think you are going to need it.
F/XOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT
SANDY:…other side Paul.
F/XOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
SCENE 3. BOARDROOM
PAUL:The thing is, Alistair, I can't work with that woman. You’re the Boss. You can overrule her. Go on. Overrule her. Go on.
ALISTAIRaul, I can't interfere in my staffs' programming. It sets a very dangerous precident.
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