This was our unsuccessful script entry for the sitcom trials. We've never written for stage which is why stage directions might seem out of place (if that makes sense). If people want to leave thoughts and views, drop us a message.
Two Guys, One Table: The Affair
Written by Adam Blaize and Sam Smith
Alan and Chris are sitting opposite each other at a round table, centre stage. The table is littered with pens and screwed up pieces of paper. There is a laptop in front of Alan and a writing pad in front of Chris. Alan is a small built individual with a scruffy looking beard. Chris is a spectacle wearing/tall looking individual.
Chris reads from the notes written on his pad. Guy reads from the notes written down on the screen of his laptop.
CHRIS
Right, so there's Guy Ritchie yeah. Ok brilliant right.
ALAN
And Quentin Tarantino.
CHRIS
And they're students, living together whilst they both do a film making course at the London Film College. And...
ALAN
Tarantino acts like a bit of a dick. He's selfish and quite self centred. Oh and the only words in his vocabulary are F**k, Dick and Negro. And he brags about how he has this rock and roll/sex and drugs induced lifestyle.
CHRIS
But Guy knows that Quentin just lies around all day eating spaghetti hoops out of a tin. So what about Guy? What's his character like?
ALAN
Well he sees himself as an everyday run of the mill type of person. He's desperate to shake off this middle class persona that he's been labelled with.
ALAN
Do you think there should be a love interest; because I think there should definitely be a love interest?
CHRIS
Maybe Madonna could be working in a supermarket, stacking shelves? Or maybe she could be a till girl? I could picture her vogueing on the tills.
ALAN
Yeah, yeah. She does it in order to pay her way through college. This thing practically writes itself.
Alan types the previously discussed Madonna/Till idea down on his laptop.
ALAN
So how do Guy Ritchie and Madonna meet then?
CHRIS
Well the guys have some girls from their course coming around for a DVD night; but Tarantino wants the girls to himself.
The centre of the stage fades into darkness. The stage lights come back on, to reveal the living room of a student house. There is a sofa and a settee at the far right hand corner of the stage.
TARANTINO enters the living room, ending a phone call. Tarantino is wearing a black suit. His shirt also has an exceedingly large white collar.
SFX – Quick audience cheer for Tarantino.
TARANTINO
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
GUY enters stage left; he's wearing marigolds and a Chippendale apron, over his white shirt and blue blazer. Guy is also wearing brown corduroys. SFX – canned laughter. Guy pauses and looks to the audience; his eyebrows are raised. He turns towards Quentin.
TARANTINO
I just got off the phone with these two broads, and guess what?
GUY
They're also big fans of Les Miserables?
SFX – Canned Laughter
TARANTINO
What? No, these two pieces of ass are coming over to Big Dick Mansion.
GUY
Oh, where's that, then?
TARANTINO
Here. This is Big Dick Mansion.
GUY
Really?
TARANTINO
Jesus, keep up, for Christ's sake. Look, they'll be here at 8 O'clock. There's a strong possibility that I can nail at least one of these hot tomatoes tonight, so why don't you go and pick me up a little something, something from the supermarket.
SFX – Canned Laughter
Tarantino and Guy fade into darkness. The stage lights come back on to reveal Chris and Alan, sitting in the middle of the table.
ALAN
I like it. But do you think people will get it? I mean, maybe we should hold back on the knob jokes for the time being.
CHRIS
Well the thing about comedy, is that there's an audience for everyone. I mean, at the very least, we'll probably find our way onto one of those internet comedy channels. We can always come back to that bit later anyway. What time is it?
ALAN
Half five.
CHRIS
Shit.
Chris stands up from his seat and heads towards the front door.
ALAN
What's wrong?
CHRIS
I'm supposed to be meeting Gaz in fifteen minutes.
Chris puts his jumper on. He mistakenly puts his head through the arm of the jumper.
Alan stands up from his chair.
ALAN
Gaz? Who's Gaz? You've never mentioned a Gaz before.
Chris manages to remove the jumper.
CHRIS
He's just a friend. We're writing this drama together. I said I'd go to his house.
ALAN
A drama?
CHRIS
Yeah. It's this eighteen century period piece about two young female scientists; one of them becomes addicted to Opium, which causes a rift in the space time continuum.
ALAN
Wait a minute. Just hang on. Just hold your horses. You're writing with somebody else? But what about G&T?
CHRIS
Well we'll write it when I get back.
ALAN
Well I might be out then.
CHRIS
Where?
ALAN
Don't turn this around on me. (Pause) Is he the first?
CHRIS
Don't do this.
ALAN
Just answer the question.
CHRIS
Back in university, I did some experimenting. Her name was Annette.
ALAN
What happened?
CHRIS
Come on. Don't do this.
ALAN
I wanna know everything. What you wrote, where you wrote it.
The tone of Chris' voice becomes angry.
CHRIS
Alright fine. We wrote some poetry; pre-renaissance. We wrote it in the kitchen, in the living room. One day, when my computer wasn't working, we even wrote some on your laptop.
ALAN (tone of voice is shocked and surprised)
Oh my God!! I don't even know you. Who are you? And this Gaz? Is he a better writer than me?
CHRIS
It's different with Gaz.
Alan is taken a-back by the comment. He sits back down in his chair.
ALAN
Different?
CHRIS
With you and me, it's comedy. It's always comedy. We just sit around outlining ideas, but come on, let's be honest; none of our ideas go beyond this room.
ALAN
Yeah but that's the romance of the struggle. It gives us something to talk about on the DVD documentary.
CHRIS
I'm sorry. So I met another writer. I just don't see what the big deal is.
ALAN
I can't even look at you right now.
CHRIS
I'm going. I don't have to take this.
ALAN
Alright fine.
CHRIS
Fine.
Chris exits stage right. Alan exits stage left.
SFX – the bedroom door slamming, is followed by the front door slamming.
STAGE DARKENS (CLIFFHANGER)
END SCENE
(PAYOFF)
It's late; Chris is sitting at the table, which is still littered with the same pens and paper as earlier in the day. Alan's laptop also remains in the same position that it had previously been in. Chris looks dejected and downtrodden with his head leaning against his hand. Enter Alan, stage left; he's is wearing his blue dressing gown.
ALAN
Alright?
CHRIS
Alright?
ALAN
So how was it then? You're back late; I take it that it went well.
CHRIS
I don't wanna talk about it.
ALAN
Ok. I'll leave you to have some alone time.
Alan turns away from the table.
CHRIS
Gaz doesn't want to write with me anymore; he says he met another writer. Apparently I'm not a mature enough writer for him.
Alan turns back around, and takes a seat, sitting opposite Chris.
ALAN
What?
CHRIS
That's what I said.
ALAN
Well personally, I thought that the space time continuum idea, sounded like it could have brought something different to the table.
CHRIS
Exactly. How can anyone say that the manipulation of the space time continuum isn't a serious issue?
ALAN
And was it your idea, to involve aspects of Science Fiction in the story?
CHRIS (the tone in his voice becomes more upbeat)
Yeah. I mean, Frankenstein; that has Science Fiction in it. You don't see people complaining about Frankenstein.
ALAN
Shall we carry on writing G&T?
CHRIS
Yeah, go on then.
ALAN
Hey, I had this idea, about a man who gets a gypsy curse put on him, by an old woman at his local supermarket. It's called, Tom's Dick and Harry. He gets something called, the curse of the talking penis.
Darkness slowly comes over the stage. Chris and Alan continue talking; their voices and their laughter slowly fade into the distance.
END EPISODE
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