Hi guys I have been inspired by Adam Blaize to put my rejected sitcom trials entry up for critique/ slating. It was my first attempt at writing a broad sitcom with a proper plot so any feedback would be much appreciated. In particular I was pleased to see the more expert and funnier BCGers Marc P and Renegade giving comment and hope they may pass obsevation on mine.
HALF FULL
INT.OFFICE.DAY
Small lawyer's office. At his desk is MARK, late thirties, posh, perma-tanned, tries to move with air of authority but fails. He looks at his watch. JON, trendy suit and hair style, late twenties, estuary accent, is sat next to him.
MARK
The new boy's nineteen minutes late.
You know, he's not worked as a lawyer for three years. Why is Stan even employing him?
JON
He was Stan's protege, wasn't he? Actually, I reckon he'll be brilliant.
MARK
Why are you so happy.
JON
You know the TV guy from my Scientology class.
MARK
Yes?
JON
His wife tried to kill him?
MARK
Yes! You're representing him.
JON
She tried stabbing him in his sleep. I was made up.
MARK
See? The new guy won't be able to take the pace. We're in at the deep. You're representing the TV star.
JON
And yesterday you got a guy off a parking fine.
MARK
Exactly. We should choose who we employ. Stan's retired. He only owns the company. What right has he got?
JON (SARCASTIC)
Good point.
(Normal)
I just hope he's a tough bastard.
Jon leaves. Enter CAMPBELL, mid-thirties, Scottish, scruffy suit, nervous. He stumbles but manages to keep his balance.
CAMPBELL
Hi. I'm...
(Chanting to himself)
Club Tropicana, drinks are free,
Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone.
(To Mark)
Campbell Reed.
MARK
Are you okay?
CAMPBELL
Yeah, it's a thing I do when...
MARK
Are you the man who set himself on fire in Tie Rack?
CAMPBELL
I'm starting here today...
(Chanting to himself)
Karma karma, karma chameleon. You come and go. You come and go.
(To Mark)
I used to work with Stan.
MARK
That's you?
CAMPBELL
Aye. Stan was like a second father to me. Well, he didn't beat my mum but apart from that. Sorry, I'm late.
MARK
That's okay, because alarm clocks haven't been invented yet.
CAMPBELL
They have, mate. How would you know they were called alarm clocks if they didn't exist? It's quite simple if you think about it.
MARK
Your client's waiting for you.
CAMPBELL
Have you seen the papers, mate? Full of the cricket. Do you like cricket?
MARK
No. We best go in the meeting.
CAMPBELL
Sorry pal, I was trying strike a bond with you.
MARK
Okay. My colleague Jon and I will be present in the meeting in-
CAMPBELL (BANTEROUS)
Why have you got that stupid quiff?
How old are you? Fifty and you're dressing like you're in Westlife.
MARK
I was thirty nine in April.
CAMPBELL (BANTEROUS)
Look, you've got a dictionary. How thick are you? Do you're kids have to read
you a bedtime story?
Or do you not have kids? Jaffa.
MARK
That's hurtful. I'm on IVF.
CAMPBELL
So sorry, pal. I was trying to banter with you. I'm doing alright, aren't I?
MARK
Yes. This client tends to debate the legal fee. All you need to do is argue-
CAMPBELL
I don't like arguing.
MARK
You're a lawyer.
CAMPBELL
My strength is my morality and natural sense of justice.
Pause. Mark laughs.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
Honesty is what being a lawyer is all about.
Mark realizes Campbell is serious. Enter Jon.
MARK
I just remembered, your client got tired of waiting and left.
JON
She hasn't. She's waiting for you.
Mark looks annoyed. Jon is confused.
CAMPBELL
Hi. I'm Campbell Reed.
Jon shakes Campbell's hand.
JON
Pleased to meet you. Jon Handley.
Jon picks up a hole punch.
JON (CONT'D)
I'm just getting my gold hole punch, it cost a grand. Custom made.
CAMPBELL
Was that from Stationary Box?
JON
No. I bet Mark's told you that I've got a meeting with Malcolm Doyle this afternoon. I met him at my Scientology class. You know who I mean, the millionaire businessman who shouts at people on TV?
CAMPBELL
No, I don't like TV. I had a panic attack watching the final of robot wars.
Campbell puts his brief case on the floor and opens it.
JON
It's alright. We've got pens.
CAMPBELL
I'm just getting my lucky troll.
JON
Shit.
Jon and Mark exchange looks.
CAMPBELL
This is Rehab Ronnie by the way.
JON
Just be tough with this one, yeah? She's a robbing bitch.
MARK (TO CAMPBELL)
In your pocket.
Campbell puts Rehab Ronnie in his pocket. All three exit.
INT.MEETING ROOM.DAY
Pam, mid-forties, non-nonsense headmistress type. Enter Campbell, Mark and Jon. Campbell shakes Pam's hand.
PAM
So. You're my new lawyer?
CAMPBELL
Sorry I'm late. Nice to meet you. So, going anywhere nice on holiday?
PAM
Crete. I want to discuss my legal fee.
CAMPBELL
I always find it best to, you know, have a chat, put the client at ease.
PAM
It's costing me a hundred pounds.
CAMPBELL
Have you seen the papers? Full of the cricket.
PAM (TO MARK)
Am I paying for this?
CAMPBELL
I don't like cricket. When I was six, my neighbor threw a cricket stump at the spoke of my bike wheel and I fell and skimmed my elbow.
PAM
Is this costing me?
MARK
Yes. Your fee is charged from the moment the lawyer enters the room.
PAM
The amount I'm paying for your time is frankly extortionate.
CAMPBELL
You've got a point there. If I wasn't here I'd just be playing guitar hero.
Jon looks annoyed.
CAMPBELL (TO JON) (CONT'D)
Sorry mate. I forgot- be tough, she's a robbing bitch.
(To Pam)
Sorry, I didn't mean...
PAM
What?
CAMPBELL
Erm...The company policy states...
(reading from form)
Regardless of the advice being sought...
(breathless)
There is a...standard...fee. Sorry.
Campbell swallows then has a long intake of breath.
CAMPBELL (CHANTING) (CONT'D)
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand.
(reading from form)
Of eighty five pounds per hour, however this may increase depending on the nature of advice.
PAM
There's something strange going on. How come I've been given you?
JON
Mrs Rhodes, he's a perfectly normal-
Campbell raises his hand. They look at him, confused.
CAMPBELL
My name's Campbell Reed and I'm an alcoholic.
PAM
Are you serious?
CAMPBELL
Deal with it. Because I've got to.
(Angry)
Everyday of my life.
PAM
You call yourself a professional?
Pam walks to the door.
MARK
Don't go. I'll represent you.
JON
Maybe I could...
(whispers to Pam)
He's an alci as well.
MARK
I'm not an alcoholic.
JON
At the Christmas party you ended up trying to hot-wire a Mazda.
(To Pam)
He's a mess.
CAMPBELL (TO MARK)
If you ever want to talk.
MARK
Jesus.
CAMPBELL
Mrs Rhodes, I'm a talented human being capable of achieving anything I set my mind to.
Pam walks back to the table.
PAM
How can you be sure?
CAMPBELL
Coz that's what I wrote in my dear john letter to Carlsberg Export.
Pam leaves.
INT.OFFICE.DAY
Mark is on the phone. Jon is at his desk.
MARK
He's a useless drunk...I don't care if you're my boss, I'm not going to apologize...sorry. Bye.
Mark puts the phone down.
MARK (CONT'D)
What are we going to do.
JON
I'll sort it. I'll get him pissed.
MARK
How's that going to solve anything?
JON
I'll make sure he does something crazy like give his credit card to a tramp or take a shit in Sainsbury's. He'll get freaked out and take a year off.
MARK
But he'll only come back. No, I'll have to talk to him.
JON
Well, don't mess it up. I'm not working with George Best's lovechild.
Enter Campbell. Jon shakes his hand.
JON (CONT'D)
Hiya mate, it's great to see you.
CAMPBELL
Thanks mate. That means a lot.
JON
Hey, what was quoting Duran Duran lyrics all about?
CAMPBELL
It's something I do to keep calm. Gavin at AA always uses it in high pressure situations. He's still not got for a job.
JON
At our Scientology classes they say-
Mark tuts.
JON (CONT'D)
Going in the fetal position can bring the back calmness of being in the wound.
CAMPBELL (LAUGHS)
You're mad you are.
Jon exits to the meeting room.
MARK
Campbell, can I be honest with you?
CAMPBELL
Are you an alcoholic?
MARK
No! I think maybe you should accept you'll never be the man you were.
CAMPBELL
Appreciate the honesty. You're a diamond, you. An absolute gemstone.
MARK
I only want to help. There's probably brain cells that have rotted. You'll never be a good lawyer.
CAMPBELL
Well...You might have a point.
MARK
Have you considered another career? Look, it's not your fault. You must have been through a lot.
CAMPBELL
Aye. My marriage breaking up was the worst. We'd not had sex for a year.
MARK
You could be a chef.
CAMPBELL
She said it's coz she was on the change but thinking about it she was only twenty seven.
MARK
A joiner.
CAMPBELL
She liked Johnny Depp and I thought if I pretended to be him then it might get ball rolling.
MARK
A bus driver. You sound like one.
CAMPBELL
The problem is. I'm never going to be Johnny Depp. Coz lets face it me and you, we're both ugly looking guys.
MARK
Can we just get back to the subject of-
CAMPBELL
Then, I remembered Johnny Depp was Edward Scissorhands. So, I get a black wig, paint my face white and shove some garden sheers up my sleeves. I come home late, go up to the bedroom. She's asleep and I say-
(American accent)
I've got scissors for hands and I'm going to f**k you.
(Normal)
She starts screaming and I'm like 'it's me. It's me'. Then this big guy comes in and he's naked but I'm too scared to hit him.
MARK
Could you perhaps-
CAMPBELL (SCREAMING)
I've got scissors for hands what you have ever done? And they look at eachother, like they're in love. Then he takes the garden sheers off me.
(Campbell points at Mark)
Give them back you f**ker, give me back my hands. Okay, take my hands. But I'll get you. I'll get you.
Mark is shaken. Campbell notices.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
Sorry pal. Where were we?
MARK (SHEEPISH)
You were thinking about leaving.
CAMPBELL
You're right. I can't go on like this.
MARK
I'll get your P45.
CAMPBELL
I can't look back. From now on I'm going to be a great lawyer.
MARK
But this morning-
CAMPBELL
I'm gonna get back in the saddle. How about if I see the guy from TV.
Enter Jon.
JON
You can't. He's my client.
CAMPBELL
Is it okay if I run it past Stan?
Campbell takes his mobile phone out and walks to the door.
JON (DESPERATE)
Do you fancy a pint?
Campbell leaves.
JON (CONT'D)
Congratulations. We're going to lose our biggest client now.
MARK
There's only so many erotic tales involving Edward Scissorhands you can hear without getting scared.
JON
We'll both be in the dole queue soon.
He's not even seen him on the telly.
Silence.
JON (CONT'D)
I know. We'll let him take the meeting and lose Doyle as a client. Then he'll definitely get fired.
MARK
Yes! I was going to think of that.
Jon picks up a file and writes in it.
JON
I'm only doing this for the good of the company. I'm a nice guy, yeah. I'm a Scientologist, for God's sake.
MARK
What are you doing?
JON
Doyle won't be happy if his lawyer has a slightly inaccurate view on his legal history.
Enter Campbell.
CAMPBELL
He says I should discuss it with you two.
MARK
Well, it's decided. You're doing it.
CAMPBELL
That's marvellous. Thanks brothers.
JON
Now, let us fill you in on the case.
Jon puts his arm around Campbell and leads him to a desk.
PART 2- INT.MEETING ROOM.DAY
Campbell is sat at the table, nervous. He takes the troll out of his pocket. He puts it on the table. After a moment's thought he puts it back in his pocket.
CAMPBELL
Come on Campbell. Calm.
He stands up then sits down and thinks for a moment. He then gets into the fetal position for a few seconds. He stands up then goes back into the fetal position.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
(Chanting to himself)
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. When I met you. Don't you want me baby?
Enter Malcolm Doyle, mid-fifties, sun-tanned, oozes authority, broad Mancunian accent. He stares at Campbell.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
(Chanting to himself)
Don't you want me? Don't you want me?
Campbell notices Malcolm and gets up to greet him.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
Alright? I'm Campbell, your new brief.
MALCOLM
Good start.
As they sit down Campbell appears unsure what to say.
CAMPBELL
Nice tan.
MALCOLM
I've just got back.
CAMPBELL
So I've been told. I didn't know they let you sunbathe.
MALCOLM
What?
CAMPBELL
I just want to say, that whatever you've done, I admire how you've fought your drug problem. I'm an alcoholic myself.
Malcolm stares at Campbell.
MALCOLM
The court case. I think we should first of all prove my wife had a motive to kill me. She'd already vandalised one of my sailboats. What do you think?
CAMPBELL
I think you should plead guilty to murder.
MALCOLM
Why?
CAMPBELL
Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
Silence.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
I don't know when the incident with the rent boys occurred.
MALCOLM
What rent boys?
CAMPBELL
Why were you dressed as Ronald McDonald when they arrested you?
Malcolm grabs Campbell by the throat.
MALCOLM
I've never committed a crime in my life.
CAMPBELL
You don't want to be done for GBH. Again.
Malcolm hits Campbell.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
Think how good it'll be to clear your conscience. It's a difficult path. But I'm going to help you walk it. If you let me.
Malcolm goes to hit Campbell but then thinks for a moment.
INT.OFFICE.DAY
Mark is sat at his desk reading a newspaper. Enter Jon, he has a newspaper and throws it at a wall.
MARK
You wanted publicity.
Enter Campbell.
CAMPBELL
How's it going, brothers?
JON
Twat.
CAMPBELL
It was quite a unique case.
JON
He went to court to prosecute and ended up getting five years.
CAMPBELL
That was disappointing. I thought they'd give him community service.
JON
He confessed to eight counts of fraud.
CAMPBELL
There was a speeding offence I told him to admit to, but he said the fraud was enough. I think it gave him closure.
MARK
Don't get angry Jon. He's come to clear his desk.
CAMPBELL
No, I haven't. Stan said the TV coverage meant was I too high profile to sack.
JON
You're too high profile?
CAMPBELL
I'm sensing negative energy. If you have a problem with me I think it's best I know now.
Jon tries to calm himself.
CAMPBELL (CONT'D)
I know I've got an annoying whistle.
Jon jumps on Campbell. Mark tries to drag him off.