Hi everyone,
Long time lurker, new poster. I have written a sitcom script and an currently in the process of re-writing it before I decide what to do with it next.
It's about barristers..because I am one and it's all I know.
Here are the first five pages. I would really appreciate some feedback. It has been thoroughly SimonAndDeclaned, but some other views would be wonderful.
Please make the feedback as harsh and soul-destroying as possible - I really want to improve it, but am at a bit of a loss as to how.
Thanks in advance for your time!
Jennie
FADE IN:
INT. COURT FOUR BIMPTON CROWN COURT - DAY
TEN MINUTES BEFORE THE START OF THE COURT SESSION.
THE COURT IS EMPTY - APART FROM 27 YEAR OLD ELLIE YOUNG , A NEWLY QUALIFIED BARRISTER WHO ALWAYS LOSES HER SHOES WHEN DRUNK.
ELLIE RUNS AROUND THE COURTROOM CARRYING A PAIR OF HAIR STRAIGHTENERS, A SLICE OF TOAST AND A LARGE TAKEAWAY COFFEE.
TANNOY ANNOUNCER:
Chantelle Young to court one immediately.
SHE AIMS THE TOAST AT THE LOUD SPEAKER. IT GETS LODGED IN THE WIRE MESHING.
TRUE TO FORM, SHE ISN'T WEARING SHOES. HER TIGHTS ARE FALLING DOWN TO CREATE A 'NORA BATTY' EFFECT.
HER WIG AND GOWN LIE ABANDONED IN A CRUMPLED HEAP NEAR THE DOOR.
ELLIE PLUGS IN THE HAIR STRAIGHTENERS AND SITS ON THE FLOOR.
SHE USES THEM TO CURL THE WIG BACK INTO SHAPE WHILST SIMULTANEOUSLY APPLYING MASCARA.
CHARLES DAVIES STRIDES IN. 43. BARRISTER. REGULARLY CHOKES ON HIS OWN SMUG SELF-SATISFACTION.
HE SEES ELLIE'S WIG ON THE FLOOR AND DELIBERATELY TREADS ON IT.
CHARLES
I see you are in the midst of yet another humiliating hosiery malfunction. I thought you were the cleaner.
ELLIE
I thought you had just been convicted of bigamy.
CHARLES
A minor marital miscalculation. All behind me now.
HE REACHES FOR ELLIE'S COFFEE AND TAKES A SWIG. HE MAKES A FACE AND SPITS SOME BACK.
ELLIE
Your trial only finished yesterday!
CHARLES
Exactly. I'm moving on. A once in a lifetime opportunity has arisen. A case worthy of a barrister of my pedigree.
ELLIE
I have pedigree.
CHARLES
So do cattle.
CHARLES PICKS UP ELLIE'S BATTERED WIG AND EXAMINES IT CRITICALLY. AFTER A MOMENT HE FLICKS IT AWAY.ELLIE CATCHES IT BEFORE IT HITS THE FLOOR.
ELLIE
So what's the case about? Is it that Ford Fiesta driver who rampaged down
the Ring Road maiming hapless cyclists?
CHARLES
Heavens no! How could I, in all conscience, prosecute that? The man's
a saint. Culling cyclists is a public service.
THEY ARE INTERRUPTED BY A LOUD NOISE FROM THE DOCK.JAMIE SWAIN HAS BEEN BROUGHT UP FROM THE CELLS. HE IS ACCOMPANIED BY TWO SECURITY GUARDS.
JAMIE IS 29. ROBBER OF ICE-CREAM VANS. DANGER TO MAN AND MINI MILK ALIKE. USUAL MENTAL AGE OF 6. 8 ON A GOOD DAY.
HE IS BANGING HIS HANDCUFFS AGAINST THE GLASS. ELLIE RUNS TOWARDS HIM.
ELLIE
Grow up, Jamie.
SHE PASSES A PRITT STICK, COLOURING BOOKS AND PENS THROUGH THE GLASS PANEL TO THE SECURITY GUARDS.
ELLIE(CONT'D)
(to Security Guards)
This should keep him occupied. He's always a bit unsettled in the mornings.
(to Charles)
Tell me about this case!
CHARLES STROLLS OVER AND SHOVES HIS WIG ROUGHLY TOWARDS ELLIE. HE FIDDLES WITH HIS HAIR AND PEERS THROUGH THE GLASS AT JAMIE.
CHARLES
I see the zoo authorities have taken the sensible precaution of keeping this particular exhibit in a cage.
JAMIE HAS SETTLED ON THE FLOOR AND IS COLOURING IN.
CHARLES (CONT'D)
Are those hair straighteners? Excellent.
HE REACHES FOR THE STRAIGHTENERS. ELLIE PULLS THEM OUT OF HIS GRASP.
ELLIE
Why won't you tell me what it's about?
CHARLES SNATCHES THE STRAIGHTENERS FROM HER AND BEGINS TO CURL HIS QUIFF. HE EXPERIMENTS WITH A SERIES OF 'ALLURING' EXPRESSIONS.
CHARLES
Because it would be easier to explain String Theory to a sea cucumber. Yours
is a temperament much more at home with the mundane and inconsequential.
JAMIE STARTS TO SNEEZE. ELLIE PASSES CHARLES' WIG THROUGH THE GLASS AND JAMIE SNEEZES INTO IT.
INT. COURT CAFE - DAY
74 YEAR OLD BERYLSERVES TEA AND COFFEE IN HER HAIR NET AND PINNY.
HER HOBBIES INCLUDE BAKING, ATTENDING WI MEETINGS AND BEING THE TERRIFYING MATRIARCH OF AN ORGANISED CRIME SYNDICATE.
ELLIE COWERS BEFORE HER AT THE SERVING HATCH.
BERYL
I've got Chamomile, Peppermint, Apple, Cinnamon, Echinacea, Caramel Rooibos,
Blueberry, Cranberry, Pomegranate, Ginger, Ginseng, Chai, Pear, Exotic Jasmine and plain old English Breakfast.
ELLIE
You'll have your money by the weekend.
BERYL
English Breakfast it is.
ELLIE
Can't you give me a little more time? Please.
BERYL
The defence application for a discretionary extension of the
statutory time limit for deliverance of monetary chattel is hereby refused.
SHE BANGS A TEASPOON ON THE COUNTER LIKE A JUDGES' GAVEL.
BERYL(CONT'D)
That means no.
ELLIE
I will have it really soon!
BERYL
That's exactly what His Honour Judge Smith said. "Please, Beryl, I'll get you your money, just a bit longer.."
ELLIE
Hasn't he retired?
BERYL
In a manner of speaking.
BERYL'S EYES DRIFT TO A LARGE GARDEN SHOVEL RESTING AGAINST
THE COUNTER, SLIGHTLY HIDDEN FROM THE CAFE'S PATRONS. ELLIE
FOLLOWS HER GAZE.
BERYL CARESSES THE HANDLE WITH HER FINGERTIPS. SHE HOLDS UP A
TEA BAG.
BERYL(CONT'D)
See this little tea bag? Full of sweet, satisfying tea. Tea that is
rightfully mine. But the little tea bag doesn't want me to have its sweet,
satisfying tea. It wants to have it all for itself.
ELLIE
I don't understand.
BERYL PUTS THE TEA BAG IN A CUP AND POURS BOILING WATER ON IT.
BERYL
Look what happens when I pour boiling water over the little tea bag. It
burns. It suffers. And it gives up its sweet, satisfying tea. But if it doesn't give me as much as I want, do you know what I do?
ELLIE
You give it a couple more days?
BERYL
I mash it against the side of the cup with my teaspoon.
BERYL MASHES THE TEA BAG IN A PARTICULARLY SINISTER WAY.
BERYL(CONT'D)
I squeeze it all out. Every. Last. Drop.
ELLIE
Two days. I swear.
BERYL
Cherry and Sultana Danish?