Following the joint sketch about the children's entertainers me and Craig H have been working on a joint sitcom.
With Craig in Scotland and me in Dorset it's not easy but through MSN and this site we have managed to string together a first scene.
The first scene is very long at the moment but let us know what you think.SCENE INT. CLOCKHOUSE PUB – DAY 1 9:00PM
STEVE (MID 20S, DISTINCTLY NORMAL) IS SAT AT THE BAR READING A PAPER. BOB (MID 20S, OVERWEIGHT) ENTERS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM AND CREEPS UP BEHIND STEVE AND GIVES HIM A FRIGHT.
BOB:
Ahhhh!
STEVE:
Jesus Christ, Bob. You scared the life out of me.
BOB:
Alright cheer up Coco, talk about tears of a clown. Anyway shouldn't it be I scared you to death?
STEVE:
It's the same thing.
BOB:
I know, but I had a bet in my head that you were going to say the death one. I had a joke set up and everything.
BOB POINTS TO STEVE'S NEWSPAPER.
BOB:
Anyway, your just angry cos I caught you staring at the page three girl.
STEVE:
I was actually reading about those Clown town robberies. They're getting more work than we are.
BOB:
And better advertising.
STEVE:
It's not really advertising though is it?
BOB:
If it's anywhere on page three it's great publicity.
STEVE:
Problem solved, let's just do a few armed robberies dressed as clowns and ask The Herald if they can fit us on page three.
BOB GIVES HIM AN ENTHUSIASTIC NOD
BOB:
We've got the costumes.
STEVE:
I'm kidding Bob, Jesus; we're not that desperate (pause) yet.
Anyway you're late.
BOB:
Yeah and do you wanna know why?
STEVE:
No, I've just eaten.
BOB:
GUESS (pause) who I've JUST met?
STEVE:
I guess your psychiatrist would be wishful thinking?
BOB:
Only Alan bloody Willis, you're idol.
STEVE:
What? Are you sure it was definitely him? Remember the time you thought that kid was Jimmy Krankie?
BOB:
He looked just like him.
STEVE:
Do you know I never knew Jimmy Krankie was actually a woman until my mum told me. Just shows you.
BOB (CLEARLY UNAWARE JIMMY KRANKIE WAS PLAYED BY A WOMAN) LOOKS CONFUSED AND LAUGHS NERVOUSLY.
STEVE:
I still don't believe you met Alan Willis, I mean YOU, come on, I've tried to contact that guy God knows how many times.
BOB:
Read it and weep Steve-o. Alan Willis, TV producer.
BOB OPENS HIS WALLET AND HANDS STEVE ALAN WILLIS BUSINESS CARD
STEVE:
Jesus Christ, it is him, where did you meet him?
BOB:
He was in The George.
STEVE:
What were you doing in The George?
BOB:
Eh (pause) drinking.
STEVE:
I didn't mean what were you doing in The George; I meant what were you doing IN THE GEORGE?
BOB:
You're confusing me. You just said the same words but shouted a bit more the second time.
STEVE:
You were supposed to meet me here like half an hour ago.
BOB:
Yeah sorry about that, I hadn't eaten since lunch and the smell of The George burgers; oh they're to die for (patting his belly)
STEVE:
It's literally 500 yards down the road.
BOB:
Yeah, but those burgers. (rubbing his belly)
STEVE:
I've been sitting here like a right clown.
BOB STARTS LAUGHING.
STEVE:
I don't see what's so funny Bob.
BOB:
Clown, you said right clown.
STEVE:
Yea, so what?
BOB:
And we're clowns.
STEVE:
We're ENTERTAINERS! If you were ever here you'd know that.
BOB:
Yea, but we're children's entertainers.
STEVE:
Bob, I've been sitting here waiting to discuss our business, or lack of it, and you have been out stuffing your face, drinking, hanging out with God knows who, what next?
BOB:
Well I like to relax after work
STEVE INTERUPTS
STEVE:
All you've had to do all day is go and buy a new set of juggling balls
BOB:
Oh yeah. I knew I forgot something
STEVE:
That part IS a joke, right? tell me you're kidding Bob.
BOB:
I'm sorry, I'm just not used to all this full time malarkey.
STEVE:
Malarkey? This malarkey keeps a roof over your head. I've put all my savings into this business and you're treating it like a passing hobby.
BOB:
So, how did you get on with the bookings today?
STEVE:
None, but at least I'm...
BOB:
That's one less than I got.
STEVE:
(Finishing his sentence) trying. (pause) You (pause) YOU, got us a booking? How did you manage that in between fannying around?
BOB:
It's Alan's son's birthday party tomorrow. He want's US to perform.
STEVE:
Eh? Who hires a children's entertainer in a pub? (pause) Don't answer that! (pause) Where does he get his babysitters from? He must look for a hooker on the street corner who doesn't look too busy.
BOB:
He was desperate.
STEVE:
(sarcastic)
No, really?
BOB:
I overheard him on the phone to his wife. He'd forgot to book the entertainment for the party. I thought what would Steve do.
STEVE LOOKS PROUD.
BOB:
So, I went over to his table and started juggling some empty glasses.
STEVE'S FACE FALLS.
STEVE:
So rather than pick up a yellow pages or have a quick search on the Internet he just asked the nearest alcoholic to perform at his son's party?
BOB:
No, he asked me.
STEVE LETS OUT A SIGH
STEVE:
You put lager on your coco pops.
BOB:
That's not fair...it's corn flakes. Anyway he didn't have time for any of that. The party is tomorrow afternoon. He wants us to do a little half hour show for him, fully paid and he may even get us more work if we're any good.
STEVE:
(serious, focussed)
Okay, We need to impress this guy, he's big Bob, he's really big. I'm thinking maybe I should take the lead. add in some really dramatic stuff, give me a chance to show off my acting skills, you know what I mean? We can really show him what I'm made of.
BOB:
What we're made of?
STEVE:
Yeah, that's what I said.
BOB:
(Enthusiastically) Oh, I know, how about using those new stilts I bought?
STEVE:
I thought I told you to take them back? Neither of us can even walk in them.
This has to be perfect Bob and preparation is key. This is the opportunity of a lifetime; this could lead to bigger and better things.
BOB:
Yea, coming to think of it he did mention his mate Johnny (beat) it's his kid's birthday next week.
STEVE LETS OUT AN EXASPERATED SIGH AND PICKS UP HIS BRIEFCASE.
BOB:
Right boss, it's your round.
STEVE:
No, I'm going home to prepare something for tomorrow. One of us has to be sensible.
BOB:
Fair enough, double Scotch please Daisy.
STEVE:
Go easy for god's sake Bob; I don't want you with a hangover tomorrow.
BOB:
Come on Steve-o, it's me Bob, do you really think I'd ruin this opportunity for us?
STEVE:
Sorry, I just can't believe we're performing for Alan Willis that's all.
BOB:
Plus, I've only got a tenner on me.
STEVE:
Right (smiles), well remember you NEED to get those balls tomorrow morning.
BOB:
Okay, okay.
STEVE LEAVES THE BAR
DAISY:
That's £3.60 please love.
BOB SEARCHES HIS POCKETS AND COMES ACROSS A £20 NOTE HE DIDN'T REALISE HE HAD
BOB SMILES WITH EXCITMENT, WAVING THE TWENTY.
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DAISY ROLLS HER EYES