British Comedy Guide

Another Bag

INT. DAY. SUBURBAN HOUSE. KITCHEN.

A man is preparing to leave the house. He looks harassed and anxious.

He is rummaging in a drawer beneath the sink which is crammed full of plastic carriers.

His wife is helping. They rummage through the pile.

He selects one bag and stuffs the others back in.

His wife picks up two spare ones from the floor where there have dropped.

WIFE:Hey, these are a bit stronger. Look, take this one.

MAN:Okay, okay. Thanks.

He hands her the one he selected and puts the stronger bag in his back pocket.

WIFE:Look, there's two. Are you sure you don't want another bag? You never know?

MAN:No, I'll be alright.

WIFE:Are you sure?

MAN:This is enough!

WIFE:You could put one in your jacket pocket.

MAN:Oh, ffff...

He tries, but it won't be stuffed in in a hurry and he gives up.

MAN:Oh! Look, I don't need another bag!

WIFE:Okay, dear.

She kisses him on the cheek.

WIFE:What time do you think you'll be back?

MAN:I don't know. Fairly soon, er, I don't know, I don't know.

WIFE:Okay, see you soon, then. Good luck!

He bangs out of the house.

EXT. DAY. HIGH STREET. A BUILDING SOCIETY NEXT TO A GREGGS.

The MAN strides jumpily but purposefully down the street.

He approaches the Building Society.

He pulls a black balaclava from his coat pocket and is pulling it over his head.

He strides past the Building Society and into Greggs.

INT. DAY. GREGGS BAKERS.

There are two girls working behind the counter.

He pulls a pistol a directs it at the younger counter girl.

He pulls the carrier bag from his back pocket.

MAN:Fill the bag!

He throws the carrier across the counter.

She calmly watches it skid over the counter and fall onto the floor by her feet.

GIRL:This is Greggs. It's not a bank.

He looks around and seeing various baked goods, biscuits etc, realises his error.

MAN:(Under breath) Shit.

The GIRL stares.

The other girl stares.

The man tries to maintain a calm and direct tone.

MAN:Just fill the bag!

GIRL:What with?

MAN:What have you got left?

POV. MAN

He scans the display. Looking from buns, to sausage rolls, this way and that.

GIRL (O.C): Flapjacks?

His eyes rest on the huge mountain of flapjacks in the cabinet. He waves the gun.

CUT BACK TO SHOT OF INTERIOR.

MAN:Quickly!

The GIRL stoops to pick up the bag.

GIRL:They're two for one.

MAN:OKAY! PUT THEM IN THE BAG! GO! GO!

The GIRL begins to bundle flapjacks into the carrier.

The other girl assists.

The MAN turns to the customers behind him, pointing his gun.

They all look a bit shocked and angry.

MAN:STAY BACK! DON'T LOOK AT ME. STAY STILL!

GIRL(O.C): There's too many.

The MAN turns back.

MAN:What?

GIRL:There's too many flapjacks. Have you got another bag?

MAN is very flustered now. He looks at the girl and the bulging bag and the remaining pile of flapjacks.

MAN:(under breath) Shhhit.

GIRL:Do you want another bag?

They're 10p.

MAN:Errm.. Ye, yes... I'll have another bag.

The GIRL goes beneath the counter for the other bag.

He turns to get his wallet from his back pocket, but he hears a tut and looks round.

He sees the other customers sneering, hatred in their eyes, tutting.

POV MAN

A lady mutters 'Twat'.

An old man glares at him and says 'Prick'.

The MAN sees that they all have reusable carriers and rattan bags with eco-slogans on them.

CUT BACK TO INTERIOR.

MAN:No! No!

He turns back to the GIRL.

MAN:I, I don't want another bag. Leave it! They'll be fine in that one. Just fill it!

The Greggs GIRL starts pushing more flapjacks by the fistful into the bag. She has to really pack them in.

He waves the pistol from her face to the bag.

MAN:Come on, come on.

He looks nervously round at the other customers, one scowling lady pulls her rattan reusable bag nearer her chest protectively.

MAN:COME ON!

The girls have wedged the bag full of flapjacks and the younger one heaves it over the counter.

Flapjacks drop around the place.

He grabs the bulging bag, waves the gun about a bit and scatters from the shop.

The customers and GIRL all watch him in silence.

EXT. STREET. DAY.

He flees from the Greggs and past the Building Society.

As he runs down the street he can feel the handles going.

He puts the other hand holding the gun under bottom of the bag to support the bottom.

He runs awkwardly.

As he runs over a junction he holds out the supporting hand, waving the gun to stop the cars.

The plastic skin begins to rip and as he runs again it excretes fresh, sweet oaty booty all along the street.

He starts to cry as the flapjacks tumble from the ripped bag.

Sobbing and running.

Further on, he stops. Panting.

Leaning against a lamp post, panting, sniffing, gun in one hand, he looks at the two torn, fluttering plastic handles in the other.

He looks around, wild eyed. He shakes his head.

MAN:Shhhit!

He starts runnning again.

Still carrying the handles.

Off and away.

Pathetic.

I like this the setting is a little confusing.

And it could it do with a stronger punch.

But it's a very jolly example of escalating ridiculousness with each chapter slotting together nicely.

I like this the setting is a little confusing.

And it could it do with a stronger punch.

But it's a very jolly example of escalating ridiculousness with each chapter slotting together nicely.

I liked the '2 for 1' line. Felt it slowed down during 'the queue' sequence, but, on the whole it worked for me.

Yes it's a little incongruos.

Also I'd make him pretend he was going to rob Greggs, rather than admit he was in the place.

Very laboured, went on a bit. Definitely needs a payoff of some sort.

I'd personally cut the first bit with his wife finding the bags. If it started with him pegging it down a high street with the bank in sight and him slinging on the balaclava, I'm sure the audience would understand what is about to happen.

While he's waiting for the girls to fill the bags with flapjacks, you could have an awkward moment with some cheesy lift music going on in the background while the man stands there not really knowing what to do with himself (The part where've you put he looks round nervously). Maybe have someone on the other side of him trying to order a croissant to 1 of the girls, this would then make him even more mad.

But I agree with Lady Laughter, the ending needs a good punchline. Good luck :)

Thanks all for your comments. Very interesting. I see there is a need to emphasise that he is preparing for a cash raid on the Building Society.

Payoff/ punchline. I don't remember too many punchlines in Python. I'm not at all suggesting that this feeble script is comparable, but, you know, sometimes some 'things' are just amusing.

Maybe have his arm blown off in a subsequent shootout with the police and they decide they don't require a further body bag for the arm.

Or a clown playing a trombone could trip over the dropped flapjacks. Honk!

But, no.

But much thanks to you all for your thoughts.

Good one.

I admire the fact that you stand by your work Tom and so you should, but the punchline is for others,if you're not intending to write commercially then you can let it stand.
On a commercial footing you do have to conform to a few basics, obviously if you become a success you may one day get a free rein.
But as an unknown you're making a hard life harder as everyone is looking to be discovered and there are so few opportunities.
The fact that you operate without a punchline further narrows your chances.
You could argue that your style may get you discovered, but then the field becomes narrower as you not only need to find an interested party but the ones you find have to be prepared to take risks.
I am not saying conform Tom, I would rather see you earn a commission more than a few praises sung for your stance.
Mathematically 'Broad Appeal' equates to commercial success, whilst Avant Garde equals cult and in the world the buyers live in that creates the fear of failure so they will be extremely reluctant.

Thanks Teddy et al.

I just thought there could be a bit of room for something else, but maybe not.

Anyway, if I sounded a bit cocksure in that last comment, I genuinely meant it was nice for anyone to leave a response.

Not particularly feeling the need of a punchline for this one, but as Teddy says a producer would probably ask you for one!

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