Ressurecting an idea I had a while back and trying to take it somewhere.
Set in a future dystopian Britain following a major revolution We follow Peter, a writer at the Ministry of Fun who is a somewhat directionless layabout trapped in a job he hates. Peter will find himself entangled in a new revolutionary movement when he meets the fiery and mysterious Anna.
Here's what I've got so far.
INT.OFFICE - DAY
PETER enters wearing sunglasses and looking hungover, he makes his way to his work station and is intercepted by CAROL
CAROL
Nice and early today, Peter.
Peter
Er, sorry, I....
CAROL
I knew you'd remember that it's not opposite day.
PETER
Oh, that. Look I'm not up to mental gymnastics today. Can I declare myself out?
CAROL
Of course you can! Why don't you go and put your feet up all day while I don't call HR about your sparkling punctuality.
PETER
You know what? I'm feeling a little better.
CAROL
That's not the spirit!
Carol goes back to her desk. Peter makes his way to his workstation and sits opposite IAN.
IAN
Afternoon, Peter.
PETER
Ian.
IAN
I hate opposite day. It's the one day of the year I least look forward to. I shudder at the thought of having to use my inferior intellect to invert dialogue. Tell me, Peter, do you despise it as much as I do?
PETER
Yes, I mean No. Look, my brain's going numb, have you got any painkillers?
IAN
Yes
PETER
(warily)
Can I have some?
IAN
Of course, hold out your hand.
Ian goes into his draw while Peter holds out his hand. Quickly Ian brings out a stapler and fires two staples into Peters open palm.
PETER
Argh! What the F**k?
Carol comes across hurriedly.
Carol
Is everything okay?
PETER
No, it bloody well isn't!
CAROL
Well, if you're sure.
Carol walks back to her desk cheerfully. Peter sits back down and glares at Ian who is typing away with a wry smile on his face. DEBBIE approaches pushing a trolley laden with paperwork and dumps some large files on Peters desk.
DEBBIE
(icily)
Thanks for a wonderful evening, Peter. My mother was so wrong about you.
Debbie walks away. Peter rushes after her
PETER
Debbie! look I can explain
Debbie
I'm sure you can
PETER
Stop it! This is just barbed bloody sarcasm now.
DEBBIE
Goodbye Peter, I shall miss your enormous Penis and tremendous stamina.
Debbie exits. Peter walks forlorn back to his desk. Ian is smirking at his monitor.
PETER
Not a word.
Ians smile widens as he presses a button on his desk. Give praise to the glorious republic begins blaring out of the speaker on his desk and Ian stands up his right hand on his chest.
IAN
(singing)
Oh Glorious Republic....
Peter slams his head on his desk
cut to
INT.Social hub - night
MIKE is sitting with FRESH MEAT at a table. Peter enters the hub and Mike waves at him, he points to a bottle on the table and Peter walks over. He flops down into his seat and drinks from the bottle.
MIKE
Rough day?
PETER
No. I mean yes. I'll explain later. Who's this?
MIKE
This is Fresh Meat, my new trainee. He's on probation. Fresh Meat, this is my brother, Peter.
FRESH MEAT
Greetings Citizen.
PETER
Alright mate. How was the lobotomy?
Fresh Meat stares blankly at peter.
PETER
That good, eh? I can't stay for long, Mike. I had a nightmare trying to keep up with the shenanigans at work today. And I'm in the doghouse with Debbie.
Mike gives an 'under the thumb' gesture with his hand. He looks at Fresh Meat who doesn't react until Mike prods him. Fresh Meat laughs unconvincingly.
MIKE
You need a woman that's easy to control, like mine.
PETER
I didn't think he was your type.
Fresh Meat laughs. Mike looks at him menacingly and his blank expression returns.
PETER
I just need to get out of that office. It's like a breeding ground for serial killers.
MIKE
You won't find me chained to a desk. Feet on the streets, keeping the citizens safe, that's us.
Mike and Fresh Meat touch their bottles together.
PETER
I'm not sure licensed facism is the best career choice right now.
MIKE
I could have a word, get you on a ride along.
PETER
Will I have my own punishment stick and everything?
MIKE
I'm sure we can arrange something. Fresh Meat!
FRESH MEAT
Sir?
MIKE
Drinks!
Fresh Meat goes to the bar. Mike leans closer to Peter