Barrack and David
INT. DINING ROOM. EMBASSY. EVENING.
Room packed with people chatting, laughing and glasses clinking.
Obama:
Hey, you made it Dave. Good to finally meet ya.
David:
(confused)
Yeah...
(beat)
You too.
Obama:
The flight okay for ya?
David:
Yes. A good flight.
Obama:
You lost someone Dave?
David:
(distracted)
Sorry?
Obama:
You keep looking round. You lost that wife of yours? Or is it that deputy guy from your Liberal Alliance thingy?
David:
Actually, I'm due to meet the President here tonight.
Obama:
(laughing)
That's good Dave, that's real good. I can tell we're gonna get on.
David:
Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I haven't really come to make small talk with the staff...
(beat)
...maybe you could get me a drink or something.
(laughing)
You're killing me Dave. How do you keep such a straight face, when ya tell 'em?
(beat)
(calling after David)
Dave, where ya going? We gotta talk about this British Petroleum disaster.
David:
Pardon?
Obama:
You know, that company of yours that's trashed our environment worse than the Bush administration.
David:
Oh... you're Obama?
Obama:
(frustrated)
Come on Dave. Stop milking that one now.
David:
Right... yeah...
(beat)
I... was, err... milking that.
Obama:
What ya pulling that weird face for Dave?
David:
(defensive)
I'm not pulling any face.
Obama:
You've gone all awestruck on me. Don't be doing that now.
(beat)
We're just two guys, in charge of two great countries. Nothing more. Don't you be putting me on some big pedestal.
Dave:
No. Of course not.
(beat)
It's just, I've never... I've never met somebody quite like you before.
Obama:
Gee, thanks Dave. I appreciate that.
Dave:
I mean, obviously I've seen black people on the telly.
(beat)
(anxious)
On that show...
(beat)
about those Policeman...
(beat)
The Wire. That's it.
(beat)
(calling after Obama)
Wait, I thought we were going to talk about BP.
Its supposed to be a radio script - though I know its not correctly formatted yet. Just wanted a bit of feedback on the idea.
McNutty
