This is the pilot I am currently working on, set in a restuarant. Main character Russell. Any thoughts will be appreciated -- please, anything that didn't work for you, let me know. I will not be offended. I'm after the weak elements, after all.
INT. SALOON STEAK RANCH. RUSSELL’S BAY -- NIGHT
Russell is walking alongside a row of tables.
A man and woman are sitting at the first table, arms folded, silently staring at each other.
The man jabs his finger in the woman's direction.
MAN 1
Fine. But if you get a restraining order against me, I want one against your mother.
A male customer approaches the next table, where a middle-aged woman is seated alone. He kisses her on the cheek as he slides into the opposite seat.
MAN 2
Sorry I'm late.
She grabs his hands and squeezes them.
WOMAN
Don't worry about it. Show doesn't start--
MAN 2
I cannot apologise enough for being so drunk last night. Whatever I said was nothing more than Pinot Noir-induced babble.
Woman lets go of his hands.
WOMAN
You said you loved me.
The man holds out his arm and stops Russell.
MAN 2
Is this our waiter?
(to Russell, re: white T-shirt he is wearing)
Or do you just clear tables?
RUSSELL
No, I'm a waiter. I just started a few days ago, so I don't have an official shirt yet.
MAN 2
Well, do you need an "official shirt" to take my wine order? Or will your "pen and pad" sufficiently assist you?
WOMAN
Bradley...
MAN 2
Just a second.
(to Russell)
I'm after something from the old-fashioned producers--
WOMAN
Bradley...
MAN 2
--with a light body, but not offensively--
The woman slams her palm onto table.
WOMAN
I've been faking orgasms for two months, the least you can do is fake listening to me.
The man stares at the woman.
WOMAN
For a start, his name is not waiter, his name is Russell. Rus-sell.
MAN 2
I'm sorry, okay.
WOMAN
Secondly, Russell—
(Russell corrects his hunched back))
--we'll have a bottle of your finest red wine, please.
RUSSELL
Right away.
The man holds his hand in the air.
WOMAN
What?
MAN 2
Can I just...
(to Russell)
What's it called, please, the wine?
RUSSELL
It's a wine specially produced for Saloon Steak Ranch, called Château Saloon.
The man gives Russell the 'thumbs up' sign.
MAN 2
Hmmm - yummy.
WOMAN
You will enjoy it even if it's in a cardboard box.
MAN 2
Not cardboard. It makes my neck swell up--
He sees the look on her face.
MAN 2
I'll just keep my allergy tablets alongside the polystyrene cup, shall I?
The woman nods to Russell, and he turns to leave.
As Russell walks away:
WOMAN
Now why the face pulling?
MAN 2
Because I need the toilet but I'm scared to ask another question.
INT. RESTAURANT RECEPTION -- CONTINUOUS
Russell approaches another waiter, Dino, who is chatting to two female customers. Dino is dressed in a dark blue shirt with the words SALOON STEAK RANCH printed on the left breast.
DINO
...she took me back to her place and we had a memorable night.
Both the women 'aah' at Dino.
DINO
And that's how I got Chlamydia the second time.
The women recoil.
Russell taps Dino on the arm.
RUSSELL
Dino, bottle opener, please.
DINO
(checking waiter’s pouch)
Sorry, mate. Forgot mine at home again.
Another waiter, Davin, stops on his way past. He puts his arm around Dino's shoulders.
DAVIN
Did you hear the good news? Minky dumped him.
RUSSELL
For who?
DINO
The Lord. She found God last Wednesday, apparently. Came to my place this morning and tried to convert me. I told her I didn't care about God because I've been asking for stuff for years and he's never given me anything.
RUSSELL
How did she react?
DINO
She got so mad she called me an intellectual. Now she won't see me anymore because she has to suffer for her sins.
DAVIN
Isn't that why she was seeing you in the first place?
DINO
Davin, would you lend Russ your bottle opener already?
DAVIN
No. Ask God to give you one.
Davin points at Dino with both his forefingers, as if they were pistols.
DAVIN
Bang, bang, bang.
(backing away and bowing)
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm here all day, everyday, weekends--
Davin tries to quickly swivel round, but turns face-first into the pillar behind him.
When he falls to the ground, the contents of his waiter's pouch spill onto the floor.
Dino bends down and picks up the bottle opener, hands it to Russell.
As Dino and Russell walk away:
RUSSELL
You ask God for that?
DINO
Nope. Tried Moses this time.
RUSSELL
Cool. I'm down with Moses.
INT. WINE CELLAR -- MOMENTS LATER
Russell opens the door, flicks the light switch and walks in. He finds the owner, Lawrence, and a female waitress, Felicity, having sex. Wine boxes separate their censored parts from Russell.
RUSSELL
Oh. Sorry.
Russell stands.
LAWRENCE
Well, for God's sake, come closer so you can get a better look.
Russell half-moves towards them, but then pauses.
LAWRENCE
Get out – now.
Russell backs out, closing the door.
INT. OUTSIDE WINE CELLAR - CONTINUOUS
Russell waits outside.
Moments later, Lawrence emerges.
LAWRENCE
(tucking in shirt)
You're new here, aren't you?
RUSSELL
Yes, sir.
LAWRENCE
You want to last long enough to get your Saloon shirt, forget what you saw -- don't make an impression by telling the others you caught the boss shagging, don't phone home and tell mommy you saw another man's privates -- don't even recall this moment when you're lying in bed alone and about to have sex with yourself.
Lawrence walks away.
Felicity comes out biting her bottom lip.
FELICITY
I guess this is the part where you judge me.
RUSSELL
No judgement from me. For all I know you two could be an item.
FELICITY
I am sort of his girlfriend.
RUSSELL
See, that makes it all right.
FELICITY
Although he does have a wife on the side.
RUSSELL
Oh.
FELICITY
But I don't see it as cheating, because he gave her prior notice -- and anyway, to what extent is fidelity healthy?
She extends her hand.
FELICITY
Felicity. And you are?
RUSSELL
Russell.
They shake hands.
FELICITY
Soft hands. Nice.
Russell pulls his hand away.
RUSSELL
I sweat. A lot.
FELICITY
Sweating’s good.
RUSSELL
No, I mean, sweaty palms.
FELICITY
Nervous energy?
RUSSELL
No, fungal infection.
FELICITY
Huh.
(then)
What wine are you after?
RUSSELL
Château Saloon.
FELICITY
Or as we call it, shit-it-out-too-soon.
She laughs. He doesn’t.
FELICITY
You don’t get it?
RUSSELL
I just don’t think it’s funny.
FELICITY
(putting arm around him, leading him into the cellar)
Wait until you’ve drank a glass of it.
Felicity closes the door.
INT. OUTSIDE WINE CELLAR -- MINUTES LATER
Lawrence arrives at the cellar. He opens the door, walks inside.
INT. WINE CELLAR -- CONTINUOUS
Russell and Felicity are in the same place Lawrence and Felicity were earlier. Russell appears to be fighting off Felicity's advances. His shirt is pulled out.
FELICITY
Can a woman not get some closure around here?
Felicity shakes her head as she walks to Lawrence.
LAWRENCE
What, I'm not good enough?
FELICITY
It's not that. It's...there's no buzz on the second plateau of our relationship.
She exits.
LAWRENCE
You want buzz, date a vibrator.
Russell has not moved from behind the wine boxes.
LAWRENCE
Table three sent me to look for their wine. Sort them out, then I want you in my office in five minutes.
Lawrence leaves.