SC 1 - MEETING ROOM -DAY
SEVERAL EXEC'S SIT AROUND THE TABLE AND NEV, THE BOSS, IS PRESENTING A POWERPOINT.
NEV:
So guys as you can see, a hike in call rates will give us the edge over the competition and move us to where we want to be, vis a vis market share. Any questions?
HE LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM AT THE OTHERS. THEY ALL AVOID EYE-CONTACT WITH HIM NOT WANTING TO BE DRAWN FUTHER INTO ANY SUBSEQUENT DISCUSSIONS.
NEV:
OK I take from that response that as nobody has any more to add, then come Monday, we're all going to be out there and kicking some ass. Yeah?
BRIAN:
Err sorry Nev, but I'm afraid that I can't go out there and kick any ass.
NEV:
Why not Brian?
BRIAN:
It's all these bloody business buzz phrases that we seem have to use these days. I'll be honest (BEAT) I can't be bothered with them any more. They just irritate me and I'm beginning to feel real rage towards anybody that I hear using them.
NEV:
Hey Brian! Don't say that the fire in the belly is going out?
BRIAN:
I'm warning you Nev! There's another one! I'm beginning to lose my control here. If I hear one more I won't be responsible for my actions. I really won't.
NEV:
Brian. Take a chill-pill amigo. I know things aren't so good at home at the moment. We all get down from time to time big guy, but just give it the weekend and you'll be back there fighting fit, hitting the home runs for the team. You'll be popping the cork on the champagne bottle. You'll be...Hey cool it big fella! Easy boy!
BRIAN TAKES OUT A GUN FROM HIS JACKET POCKET.
BRIAN:
Sorry Nev. I warned you but you've given me no choice.
HE AIMS THE GUN AT NEV AND FIRES.
NEV:
Oh shit! It' looks as if this is my last lap. I'm not going to be led into the winner's enclosure this time. The sand in my egg-timer's nearly through. I'm not ...unnhhh!
BRIAN RETURNS THE GUN TO HIS JACKET POCKET. HE LOOKS AT THE CAMERA AND RAISES AN EYEBROW ROGER MOORE STYLEE
BRIAN:
You didn't honestly think that I was going to use one. Did you? You did? Shame on you!
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