A couple of people want to take a look at the script that I'm sending around at the moment. I had originally sent it to BBC writer's room but they didn't want it so I'm gonna send it to a couple more places before putting it on the shelf. Anyway, here is a synopsis and extract from UniverCity.
Synopsis
UniverCity is a situation comedy following the life of Alex Roberts, a teenager who comes from a stable and comfortable background somewhere in British suburbia. Prior to going to university his home life and the people around him were stable and comforting, life was simply normal. When Alex makes the transition into student life, however, he soon finds that, in fact, the world is a surreal place. As he is ushered into student halls he is forced to come to terms with eccentric characters such as room mate ‘Ren’, a deadpan computer geek with an irregular thought process, along with Kyle and Brendon, two students who live for sex, drugs and rock and roll, or so they would like to think. Within the university itself the staff offer little relief, Alex soon becomes overwhelmed by the huge ego of history lecturer (and department stud) Brett Beckerman and frustrated by the timid manner of politics lecturer Edward Hingleford, the perfect English gentleman.
Based on real life observation, UniverCity pokes fun at all aspects of student life, both in the university itself and the surrounding city, from part time jobs to night-club disasters and, as Alex moves throughout his academic career, he will find more and more questions about the ‘off the wall’ characters he finds himself with and the awkward situations he seems to get himself into.
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SCENE 10. INT. BECKERMAN’S OFFICE – DAY
ALEX REACHES BRET BECKERMAN’S OFFICE AND KNOCKS ON THE DOOR
BRET:
Yeah it’s open!
ALEX OPENS THE DOOR AND BEGINS HIS SENTENCE BEFORE BEING STOPPED BY THE SCENE BEFORE HIM; BECKERMEN IS SUSPENDED FROM A CHIN UP BAR, GREASED UP AND WEARING ONLY COLOURFUL LYCRA SHORTS. AS HE COMPLETES THE REPS A STUNNINGLY ATTRACTIVE WOMAN SITS IN A CHAIR AT THE SIDE WATCHING AND WRITING ON A PAD OF PAPER EVERY NOW AND THEN. EVENTUALLY BRET DROPS DOWN BUT DOESN’T ACHKNOWLEDGE ALEX.
ALEX:
I erm…
BRET:
One moment… (TO GIRL ON THE CHAIR)How did we do?
CINDY:
55 Bret, how do you always know when you are on a multiple of 5?
BRET:
Triple ‘I’ Cindy – ‘Intellectual Intuition… er… Irrespectively.
BRET WHIPS A TOWL OVER HIS SHOULDER
Today was a good session babe, I can smell the sweet dew from the peak of success already. Same time again tomorrow, seeya tonight.
CINDY LEAVES THE ROOM AND BRET DROPS INTO HIS CHAIR PLACES HIS FEET ON THE DESK, COOLER THAN A CUCUMBER IN AN ESKIMO’S LUNCHBOX. ALEX IS STILL, CLEARLY TRYING TO DECIPHER THIS CONFUSING SCENE.
You takin’ a look at the footwear there kiddo? Those babies are what you call “Trax Max Turbos”! You can’t get them over here, no sir. They’ve got the most compressed air system outside of Russia. You pop these bad boys and it’s gonna take the whole cast of CSI to work out what happened. Now, what can I do for you?
ALEX:
I have a seminar clash
BRET:
Gotta say that was a bit of an anti-climax compared to the “Trax Max Turbos”.
BRET JUST LOOKS AT ALEX, THERE IS A MOMENT OF SILENCE
ALEX:
I’m… sorry?
BRET:
Good, now what’s your name?
ALEX:
Alex
Bret:
(PAUSE) Do you know how many Alex’s there are doing History at this University?
ALEX:
No, how many?
Bret:
Well, the question was rhetorical. I need a second name.
ALEX:
Oh right yeah, sorry, Roberts, Alex Roberts
BECKERMAN STARTS TYPING AND CLICKING AT HIS COMPUTER
BRET:
Roberts, Alex…. It’s twelve by the way.
ALEX:
Doing the course?
BRET:
History at this University, yeah.
ALEX:
Right… good.
BRET:
Obviously there are…are different… combinations AHA, here we go Alex Roberts, now let’s take a look, which is the clash?
ALEX:
Wednesday at 1 o’clock
BRET:
Ok… says here you do an English Literature module
ALEX:
Yeah yeah, it’s more of an interest.
BECKERMAN STARES BLANKLY AT HIM.
I’ve always been a fan of the lyric, the-the expression of images and emotions through words, you know?
BRET:
No I do not know Alex, sounds to me like a nancy boy subject, no offence. If you ask me you may as well take a class in cookery or ballet, no offence. Why don’t you just go right on over the women’s section of ‘Debeen-hams’
ALEX:
Debenhams
BRET:
Yeah why don’t you just go there and try on a nice little skirt and… and a cardigan?
BRET STARES AT ALEX WAITING FOR AN ANSWER
ALEX:
(PAUSE)Is that another rhetorical question?
BRET:
No
ALEX:
Because… I’m a boy
BRET:
Good… now sit down
ALEX:
I… I am
BRET:
You know, I could never latch on to the feminine, flowery way of the fictional text Alex. No, I needed the cold hard thud of facts and figures. A history textbook is like a thug with a golf club, it says “This is how it was Beckerman, you’d better believe it! Don’t you even think of questioning what I’m telling you ‘cause if you do I’m gonna blast you in the balls with a nine iron”.
ALEX:
(SARCASTICALLY BUT TIMIDLY) Do you get many thugs trying to educate you in historical academia?
BECKERMAN IGNORES THIS AND DISPENSES A PIECE OF VAGUE ADVICE
BRET:
(SAGELIKE) All about right place, right time kid.
BECKERMAN MAKES SOME FINAL CLICKS ON THE MOUSE BEFORE SWINGING BACK ROUND IN HIS CHAIR TO FACE ALEX
I can’t do anything for you here kid you’re gonna have to take it up with the other guy.
ALEX GETS UP TO LEAVE BUT IS STOPPED JUST BEFORE HE REACHES THE DOOR
BRET:
And hey… er… power naps!
BRET GIVES A WINK AND A TAP OF THE NOSE MAKING ALEX AWARE THAT ONLY VERY FEW ARE PRIVY TO SUCH GOLDEN HINTS
CUT TO
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