Hi all.. I've been writing a sitcom pilot called "Sell-Out TV" which explores the bizarre on-and-off screen goings on at a struggling Shopping Channel. It needs some work but I'm hoping to send it out to production companies in the new year, so any critique, likes/dislikes and general advice would be greatly appreciated! Here's the first few pages.. hope you enjoy X
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SCENE 1. INT. STUDIO - AFTERNOON
Sell-Out's production team, headed by floor manager EDDIE MAGUIRE, (34) busily prepare the studio. Cameras are positioned, microphones tested and props precisely placed.
EDDIE:
(INTO HEADSET)
Ready on the floor. Where's Tony...?
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SCENE 2. INT. TONY'S DRESSING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Legendary salesman TONY ROMANCE, (51) stands before a mirror inspecting his hairline. Dopey assistant GUY, (22) scurries in. TONY taps his wrist-watch.
GUY:
I know, I know. Sorry I'm late.
TONY:
Well, did you get it...?
GUY:
I dropped my Scotch Egg.
TONY:
Pardon?
GUY:
I dropped my Scotch Egg in the kitchen and it disappeared. I've no idea where it went. I've been looking for hours.
TONY:
Never mind Scotch Eggs, did you get it?
GUY holds up a tiny spray-can.
TONY: (CONT'D)
Well hurry up, I'm due on-set.
GUY studies the bald spot on the crown of TONY'S head. He gives the can a shake, steps back, and fires away.
TONY: (CONT'D)
Circular motion. Circular motion.
GUY:
Looks like paint.
TONY:
It's not paint.
GUY:
(SNIFFING)
Smells like paint.
TONY:
It's not paint! "Crowning Glory" is a magical sheath which simulates a healthy head of hair. Well...?
GUY just stares. There's an orange spot on the back of TONY'S head.
TONY: (CONT'D)
(HORRIFIED)
What... what have you done!?
GUY:
Relax, that's his colour. Just like you asked.
TONY:
Mick Jagger is not ginger.
GUY:
Well he is in all his videos. I should know, I'm Simply Red's biggest fan.
TONY:
Simply Red? That's Mick Hucknall you cretin. I wanted it like Mick Jagger!
GUY:
Interesting. So, which ones Jagger?
TONY:
From the Rolling Stones. You know, Gimme Shelter, Jumpin' Jack Flash.
GUY:
Oh yeah, he's got great hair.
TONY:
I know!
TONY begins untying his shoelace.
GUY:
What are you doing...?
TONY:
(CALMLY)
Removing my shoe.
GUY:
Why? You'll miss PriceDump.
TONY:
Well, I don't wish to scratch my new Gucci's when I kick your goblin face!
GUY:
Interesting...
GUY legs it, TONY pursues.
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SCENE 3. INT. STUDIO - LATER
The production team begin clearing set. A jubilant TONY punches the air with delight.
TONY:
Boom!
EDDIE:
Great work everyone. Sharp broadcast.
TONY steps off-set, a Jewish Skullcap now covering his crown. GUY approaches with coffee, they walk.
GUY:
Wow, another Sell-Out! You're getting close to breaking your fathers record.
TONY:
Which makes Tony very aroused. What can I say? Genius runs in the family.
GUY:
I know what you mean. My Aunt Peg can distinguish real butter from I can't believe it's not butter - by sniffing.
TONY:
The only thing that runs in your family is gout. Now fetch me a muffin.
GUY scampers away, EDDIE approaches.
EDDIE:
So, how's the new runner settling in?
TONY:
Guy is a bit like Lassie. Damn loyal, but he's got worms.
EDDIE:
Well let him know the boss wants to see everyone in his office. Pronto.
TONY:
Now? But I've got fencing practise. A gentleman must maintain his joust.
EDDIE:
Sorry, Mr Agrabah insists everyone shows. Apparently there's big news.
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SCENE 4. INT. MR AGRABAH'S OFFICE - LATER
A typical modern day management office. Station controller MR AGRABAH, (61) has become irritated by a telephone call. The staff wait silently.
MR. AGRABAH:
(SHOUTING DOWN PHONE)
I don't care if you need money for an operation, we made a deal! ... Yes we go way back, but business is business. You pay now or I'm sending the boys to break your bony thumbs. Hear that f**k-pig!? I will break you're bony thumbs! ... That's better. Okay, bye-bye mum.
MR AGRABAH hangs up. He turns to the staff.
MR. AGRABAH: (CONT'D)
Right, lets get cracking. I don't have much time.
GUY:
I'm sorry to hear that, is it cancer?
MR AGRABAH shoots him a look.
GUY: (CONT'D)
Sorry, just 'cause your neck... it's all skinny... bit like a chicken -
MR. AGRABAH:
Item one. We've been forced to recall Peter Andre's aftershave. Complaints have hit the hundreds.
TONY:
(PRAYING)
Please not another presentation...
MR. AGRABAH:
I've designed a sexy PowerPoint presentation to illustrate this.
The staff share a collective sigh as MR AGRABAH projects his presentation. A pointer is extended.
MR. AGRABAH: (CONT'D)
As you can see, complaints are logged on this most striking pie-chart...
EDDIE:
(WHISPERS TO TONY)
PowerPoint is the love of the boss' life. Well, that and Bruce Willis.
TONY notices a picture of BRUCE WILLIS sitting on the desk.
EMPLOYEE #1:
So, what's wrong with this aftershave?
MR. AGRABAH:
Customers have complained of itching and severe burns to the skin. I'm destroying our entire stock.
MR AGRABAH gestures towards a pile of boxes labelled 'Desperation, by Peter Andre.' GUY sneaks a bottle.
TONY:
You deaf boy? Itching, burning skin.
GUY:
(DEFENSIVE)
Peter James Andre is an upstanding, respectable citizen. He wouldn't dream of releasing a shoddy product.
TONY:
Clearly you've never heard "Insania."
MR. AGRABAH:
Item two. We've received a letter from The Fair Employment Office. They say I must start hiring women - "Equal opportunities" they call it.
GUY:
(WHISPERS TO TONY)
Equal opportunities, what is that?
TONY:
(WHISPERS TO GUY)
I think it's a quiz show from the eighties. I don't know why he's bringing that up.
MR. AGRABAH:
If we don't hire at least one woman, they could take us off the air.
TONY:
Now don't get me wrong, I love the ladies. I mean they rev my engine, they float my boat, they send me loco -
EMPLOYEE #2:
We get it Tony, you're not gay.
TONY:
But they do not belong on a Shopping Channel. It's salesman not saleslady!
MR. AGRABAH:
Don't panic, I've found the very best.
Armed with a sweet smile that knocks men clean off their feet, NICOLE EAGLETON, (31) glides in.
EMPLOYEE #2:
Whoa, she's hot.
TONY:
She's so hot you could fry an egg on her face.
GUY:
(FRIGHTENED)
Something's moving in my trousers. But it might be worms.
NICOLE:
I'd just like to say I look forward to contributing to this stations -
TONY:
(INTERRUPTS)
Tony Romance, I'm sure you've heard about me. Big fish in a shitty pond.
NICOLE:
No, sorry. I don't recognise you.
TONY:
(CHUCKLING)
You've got a sense of humour. I like that.
MR. AGRABAH:
Now which one of you little dicks is giving Nicole a tour of the studio?
Arms are thrust into the air, scrapping breaks out.
MR. AGRABAH: (CONT'D)
Eddie, what about you...?
EDDIE:
Yeah, sure.
MR. AGRABAH:
Eddie's been here longer than the carpets, he'll show you the ropes.
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