I'm taking a different direction with this. Going for a surreal, writing agency based sitcom.
Here's some more stuff, adapted from my "adventrues of Simon and Declan" skit.
ACT I
Scene 1
INT.OFFICE - Comedy Production Company - DAY
MR SIDWELL sits in a swivel chair, the desk in front of him has a phone on it. ADRIAN enters carrying a pile of scripts.
Adrian
Thanks for agreeing to see me again, Mr Sidwell.
MR SIDWELL
I thought you deserved a chance to redeem yourself, sit down. I heard you had gone into the greeting card industry?
Adrian
Well, we had some talks with the company and it was all going well when.....
Adrians voice begins to trail off. A harp begins playing dream sequence transition music.
MR SIDWELL
Security!
The music stops suddenly. Out of shot there are sounds of a commotion and a harp being smashed. Adrian snaps out of his trance.
Adrian
Sorry.
MR SIDWELL
Listen! Any shenanigans and you're out of the door, understood?
Adrian
Absolutely
MR SIDWELL
What have you got for me then?
Adrian
These are the thirty two bestest new scripts in Sitcom land right now.
MR SIDWELL
I'm listening
Adrian
This is Protocol. A witty observation on modern spy thrillers. You'll love this!
Adrian
Interior. Office. Day. A former agent sits in an office, suddenly a phone rings.
Suddenly. MR SIDWELLS phone rings.
MR SIDWELL
(wearily)
Hello. Yes he is. Right!
MR SIDWELL presses a button on his phone switching it to loudspeaker. THE PRESIDENT is on the other end of the phone. Fast paced dramatic music plays in the background.
THE PRESIDENT
Agent Davis, this is the President.
Adrian
Mr President?
THE PRESIDENT
Listen carefully, we don't have much time. Military intelligence services found a script during a raid on a terrorist training camp. I need your eyes to determine if this script is a credible threat to national security.
Adrian
Damn it, Mr President! I love my country but I've been out of the field for too long.
THE PRESIDENT
It has to be you! I'm provisionally reinstating you. Again! The warehouse is seven kilometres east of your current location. It'll take you four minutes to get there but nineteen to get back. May god.....
MR SIDWELL pulls the phone cord out of the wall. The music stops suddenly.
MR SIDWELL
I knew this was a mistake
Adrian
Maybe if I just read the synopsis for the script, that can't hurt.
MR SIDWELL
Okay, but be warned you are standing on unbelievably thin ice.
Adrian
Let's see....Trace. A spoof CSI style detective comedy.
MR SIDWELL
Go on.
Adrian
Set inside a high tech, er (scribbles) low tech crime lab. Detectives use an array of increasingly technical and outlandish methods to analyse murder scenes. Methods vary from Alien laser scanners to, er, Robot dogs.
Adrian puts the script to one side and looks apologetically at MR SIDWELL
MR SIDWELL
Next!
Adrian
Ambulance Chasers
MR SIDWELL
That better not be a literal title.
Adrian
It's okay. It's a hilarious romp of legal incompetence and court based comedy.
MR SIDWELL
This is more like it
Adrian
Follow the exploits of Royston Legal as they bungle the claims of their injury prone clients. The clients stories are retold through exaggerated flashbacks shot in black and white and accompanied by dread ridden music.
The MR SIDWELL puts his head in his hands
Adrian
Starring the bloke who played Don Beech in The Bill
MR SIDWELL
Right, you've wasted enough of my time!
Adrian
I've got it! You'll absolutely love this one, I promise.
MR SIDWELL
I must be mad!
Adrian
Inhuman Resources. Carol, HR manager of a busy intergalactic spaceport, has to resolve the day to day disputes of the 20,000 staff featuring 300 different alien species at the newly opened Nebula B terminal 5.
MR SIDWELL
Are you taking the piss out of me?
Adrian
I'm not, it's brilliant. It's got conflict, humour, drama, forbidden love, you name it!
MR SIDWELL
300 different alien species? Did you see the sign on the door? Did it say James Cameron?
Adrian
Well no, but...
MR SIDWELL
I tell you what, I'll just phone up Peter Jackson shall I? See if WETA can squeeze us in.
Adrian
There's no need to be sarcastic
MR SIDWELL
Just get out!
Scene II
Ext. Street Day
Adrian is stood outside the comedy production company offices. He puts his phone to his ear. We hear the phone ringing and COLIN answers.
COLIN
Adrian? How did it go?
Adrian
Not good, mate. He turned them down.
COLIN
Which ones?
Adrian
All 32
COLIN
But... I thought you said you'd help me. You promised
Adrian
That's just the way it goes, mate. I'm just as disappointed, I thought we had a good relationship with these guys
F/X
Sound of a gun cocking on the other end of the phone
Adrian
Colin? Is that a gun? Colin don't do anything stupid, please. It's not that bad, mate.
COLIN
I'm finished and it's all your fault.
Adrian
Come on, mate. Think about your wife and kids.
COLIN
It's too late. Goodbye, Adrian.
The phone goes dead
Adrian
Colin?
A red dot appears on Adrians chest. Adrian notices it.
Adrian
No!
A shot rings out and Adrian collapses to the floor
BLACK OUT