I wrote this some months ago and then just gave up on it. Got frustrated and distracted by some shit that was happening to me at the time. I'm coming back to it now with a fresh head but I don't know where to take it. Synopsis:
An out of work actor half-assed saves a man's life who, as a reward, inducts him into a shadowy terrorist network. That of The Irritation Terrorist. A cell that believes the New World Order is real, that those in charge are indeed Lizards and that at any moment a vicious dictatorship will spring up. Their solution? To irritate people. A pissed off general public looks for someone to blame, and it's usually the government.
Of course none of these things are real and they're all just total f**king losers and social outcasts getting back at those who have ostricised them in a petty yet pretentious way.
INT. JOB CENTER. DAY
LINES OF DISHEVELED AND DEPRESSED MEN WAIT TO SIGN ON. AT ONE OF THE STALLS IS BRIAN, A SCRUFFY 20 SOMETHING SLACKER. HE IS TALKING TO THE DISINTERESTED, OVERWEIGHT CLERK.
BRIAN
So yeah, while practicing my range of expressions in front of a mirror may not be ‘working’ in the y’know, classic sense, it is an important part of my job.
CLERK
Uh-huh
BRIAN
So I’m not getting any auditions anymore, so I quit the Co-op, so I’m not making rent, so what? You and me both know that I’m stood in front of that mirror at 7AM every morning acting my ass off. Here, would you like to see my range?
CLERK
Not reall//
BRIAN STRIKES A DRAMATIC POSE AND SCREWS UP HIS FACE.
BRIAN
Angry!
BRIAN’S FACE SAGS
BRIAN (CONT'D)
Sad!
BRIAN’S FACE SCREWS UP AGAIN, IT LOOKS THE SAME AS BEFORE
BRIAN (CONT'D)
Curious!
BRIAN’S FACE SAGS AGAIN, IT LOOKS THE SAME AS BEFORE
BRIAN (CONT'D)
Indifferent!
BRIAN MAKES A ‘TA DA’ MOTION AND THEN STRAIGHTENS HIMSELF UP AND SLICKS BACK HIS HAIR.
BRIAN (CONT'D)
In conclusion give me money.
THERE IS A MOMENT’S PAUSE BEFORE THE CLERK BEGINS LEANING OVER THE TABLE, HER MASS MAKING IT CREAK FROM THE STRAIN, AND LOOKS BRIAN RIGHT IN THE EYE.
CLERK
Mr. Salt. Standing in front of a mirror every morning and making those... Ridiculous faces does not constitute looking for a job. That time would be much better spent here looking at the various notice boards and using the delightful touch screen thingamajigs.
BRIAN
But//
CLERK
You are given Job Seekers Allowance in the believe that you will actually SEEK a job. You have not, so suffice to say, I’m with holding your allowance.
BRIAN
But... But the mirror! It’s honestly really hard work!
CLERK
(Folding her arms)
I’m sorry. Next please!
BRIAN WALKS OFF LOOKING DEJECTED AS THE LINE SHUFFLES FORWARD. HE STOPS WHEN HE SEES A WHITE MAN WEARING A VERY TALL TURBAN AND A BLACK SUIT AND TIE AT ONE OF
THE OTHER STALLS.
IT IS ROD NICCOLS, AND HE IS TALKING TO ONE OF THE CLERKS, AN ATTRACTIVE, BLONDE IN HER 20’S NAMED JEN TAYLOR
JEN
So if I could just take your name.
ROD
Certainly my dear. It is Ilsameateds Asaawrotioooommaa... Ummmm.
JEN TURNS TO HER COMPUTER AND TYPES SOMETHING INTO THE KEYBOARD.
JEN
Islooshabadooo?
ROD
(Clicks his fingers)
Yes! That’s it. Thank you.
JEN
Don’t mention it. So if you could just tell me a little about yourself sir, like your place of birth and work history.
ROD
Why certainly. I was born somewhere in the Middle East, exactly where isn’t important really, and I claimed asylum in this country around five years ago.
JEN
And why did you claim asylum exactly?
ROD
Well, it’s a bit of a tricky subject. Let’s just say, boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy visits the chemists, girl cries rape and boy runs the hell away.
JEN
Ah, I see. The oldest story in the world
ROD
I mean, it was an alright place and everything. It was really sunny and there were lots of beaches and such, but they expected you to do things like wait tables and serve behind a bar and, let me tell you miss, that just wasn’t for me!
JEN
Well yes, it’s understandable really.
PEOPLE BEHIND HIM IN THE LINE TURN TO ONE ANOTHER WITH ANGRY EXPRESSIONS ON THEIR FACES.
UNEMPLOYED MAN
This is just taking the piss!
UNEMPLOYED WOMAN
Disgraceful isn’t it? Just disgraceful.
BRIAN WATCHES WITH A WIDE GRIN ON HIS FACE.
JEN
So, work history then?
ROD SHRUGS. AN ANGRY MURMER ARISES FROM THE LINE.
JEN (CONT'D)
OK, so any note worthy skills or interests?
ROD
Well, I’m a pretty shit hot tagger, execu7or, heard of me?
JEN
You’re on the side of my bus!
ROD
Yes well, y’know. I can also throw great parties for the kids. I’m throwing one this afternoon in fact.
JEN
Well that’s good. But anyway, everything seems to be in order here. You’ve got your War Widow's pension//
ROD
Ah yes. She was a brave woman. Who would have thought Fishguard could be so dangerous?!
JEN
//Your Pensioner's Christmas Bonus, you look fantastic for your age by the way.
ROD
Oh, why thank you.
JEN
Exceptionally Severe Disablement Allowance.
ROD
Oh yes, my ankle has been playing up something fierce this last week! I could barely skip back from the off liscense last night. Have you seen my limp?
JEN
Oh I have. It looks very painful.
THE LINE BEHIND HIM GETS ANGRIER AND LOUDER.
JEN (CONT'D)
Then you’ve got your Child Benefit, Maternity Allowance, Retirement Allowance, Income Support, Council Tax Benefit. So the two thousand three hundred pounds should be deposited into your bank account in a couple of days. OK, then I’ll see you same time next week?
ROD SHAKES HIS HEAD
JEN (CONT'D)
Fair enough.
ROD GOES TO LEAVE THE JOB CENTER. HE WALKS WITH A LIMP PAST THE ANGRY LINE OF PEOPLE WHO SNARL AND MURMER AMONGST THEMSELVES.
JEN (CONT'D)
(Calling out)
Oh, and best of luck with the party for your children!
ROD
(Making a fiddly motion)
Oh, they’re not ‘my’ children.
THE JOB CENTER ERUPTS INTO ANGRY SHOUTING AS ROD LEAVES.
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EXT. BUSY STREET. DAY
MUSIC CUE: THE USUAL SUSPECTS SCORE.
ROD LEAVES THE JOB CENTER AND LIMPS ALONG THE STREET. AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, HIS LIMP DISAPPEARS AND HE WALKS NORMALLY. HE TAKES OFF HIS TURBAN AND PUTS IT ON THE HEAD OF A PASSER BY.
PASSER BY
(Yelling)
What do you think you’re doing you f**king idiot?
ROD PAYS NO ATTENTION AND TAKES A BOX OF CIGARETTES OUT OF HIS BREAST POCKET AND LIGHTS ONE UP. HE LOOKS CONFIDENT AND SELF ASSURED. HE TURNS A CORNER AND COMES FACE TO FACE WITH A GRINNING BRIAN
MUSIC CUE: MUSIC ABRUPTLY STOPS.
BRIAN
Hi
ROD
Umm. Hello?
ROD KEEPS WALKING, BRIAN FOLLOWS.
BRIAN
I saw what you did back there. That was hilarious.
ROD SPEEDS UP. SO DOES BRIAN WHO STRUGGLES TO KEEP UP
BRIAN (CONT'D)
Are you an actor too? Know of any good leads?
ROD
What are you talking about? My name is Isha... Ummm.
BRIAN
Your limp.
ROD STOPS, LOOKS DOWN AT HIS LEG AND THEN UP AT BRIAN.
ROD
Miraculous.
ROD CONTINUES TO WALK, FASTER THAN BEFORE. BRIAN HAS TO JOG TO KEEP UP
BRIAN
So, what are you? Some kind of street performer or something?
ROD
Yeah, yeah. That’s it.
BRIAN
Cool. Are you part of a troupe or just freelance?
ROD
Look. What is it that you want?
BRIAN
(Breathless)
Nothing really. Just happy to meet a fellow actor! You know, I’m finding it nearly impossible to find work at the moment. Do you know of any?
ROD STOPS AND TURNS TO BRIAN
ROD
Listen mate, I’m not an actor OK? I don’t know of any work for you and I’m not part of any damn troupe.
ROD BEGINS TO WALK BACKWARDS. HE IS APPROACHING THE ROAD.
ROD (CONT'D)
I don’t know who you are, or what your deal is, but leave me the f**k alo//
BRIAN
Oh hey. You’d better watch out for that bus.
ROD STOPS WALKING BACKWARD, HE IS STOOD ON THE ROAD, INCHES FROM THE PAVEMENT.
ROD
//ne... Bus?
A DOUBLE DECKER BUS DRIVES PAST VERY QUICKLY, HONKING IT’S HORN. IT IS INCHES FROM ROD. HE STANDS THERE FOR A MOMENT JUST STARING AHEAD BLANKLY. EVENTUALLY HE LOOKS AT BRIAN.
ROD (CONT'D)
You just saved my life.
BRIAN
Heh. Yeah, I guess I sorta did.
ROD
You definitely sorta kinda did! Come here. Give me a hug.
BRIAN
No, I don’t want to do that
ROD BEGINS TO MOVE TOWARD BRIAN, HIS ARMS OUTSTRETCHED.
ROD
Give me a hug!
BRIAN
I’d rather not thanks.
ROD
Huggggggggggggggggggg!
ROD BEAR HUGS BRIAN WHO LOOKS INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE. PASSERS BY GIVE THEM STRANGE LOOKS AS ROD STROKES BRIAN’S HAIR.
ROD (CONT'D)
(Whispering in Brian’s ear)
You’re one of us now brother.
BRIAN
What?
ROD
(Whispering in Brian’s ear)
One of us. Don’t worry, all will be explained soon enough. All will become clear.
ROD LETS GO OF BRIAN WHO LOOKS AROUND AT THE PEOPLE STARING AT THEM AND GIVES AN AWKWARD SMILE. ROD PUTS HIS HAND OUT.
ROD (CONT'D)
Names ROD NICHOLS. Your’s?
BRIAN
BRIAN SALT. Nice to meet you.
THEY SHAKE HANDS.
ROD
And you. So... What are you up to for the rest of the day?
BEAT
BRIAN
Well this all seems kinda gay.
ROD
Gay? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha. No. No, I have something to show you! Something that will. Blow. Your. MIND!
BRIAN
Yeah, not changing my mind there.
ROD
Come with me BRIAN and I shall show you a world you’ve often dreamed of but never dared enter.
BRIAN
I’m curious and intrigued as to what that might be, but I’m going to cautiously clarify that I am not gay now. I am not gay.
ROD
It’s OK. It’s OK.
ROD BEGINS TO LEAD HIM DOWN THE STREET.
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EXT. RUN DOWN STREET. DAY
BRIAN AND ROD WALK DOWN A DELAPADATED STREET. VIRTUALLY EVERY WINDOW IS BROKEN AND GRAFFITI IS ON EVERY WALL.
BRIAN
Well this is a nice part of town
ROD
So tell me BRIAN. What do you know of conspiracy theories?
BRIAN
I know that they’re a load of shit. Why?
ROD
What if I told you they were all real? Every single last one of them!
BRIAN
Even the Richard Gere and the gerbil one?
ROD
That’s really more of an urban legend but ESPECIALLY THAT ONE!
BRIAN
Well I have absolutely no reason not to believe you so I am justly shocked by this revelation!
ROD
As was I when I had the truth revealed to me. But hold onto the easter egg your nan bought you for Christmas because this is going to blow you away.
THEY REACH A RUN DOWN GARAGE. ROD SLIDES OPEN THE RUSTED STEEL DOORS AND THEY STEP INSIDE. THERE ARE SOFAS, A TELEVISION, A DART BOARD AND A CHILD’S SLIDE.
ROD (CONT'D)
Welcome to our headquarters.
BRIAN
Wait, what? Who’s headquarters?