Hello all. My first Critique posting. Let me have it!
Synopsis: Parish Council setting. Sitcom. This scene is about 5 mins into the show after Johannas has already fallen foul of dogs mess once this morning. We pick it up as he enters the office. It's very visual at the start as it sets the scene - he's been out for his usual run into work having the usual accidents.
SCENE 9 INT LOCATION - VILLAGE HALL DAY 1 MONDAY 08.30 AM
JOHANNAS ARRIVES AT THE OFFICE. STILL TOO WINDED AND SHOCKED TO HAVE STOPPED PROPERLY AND TAKEN IT IN. HE IS A MESS. COVERED IN DOGS MESS. TORN CLOTHES. THE SMELL PERVADES BEFORE HIM. OZZY ARRIVES AT THE SAME TIME WEARING A PAINED, WEARY LOOK ON HIS FACE. LIKE AN ALSATION ON SPEED BRANDY JUMPS IN.
BRANDY
Shitting Christ! What happened to you?
STRUGGLING TO BREATH, INHALING LIKE A CHOKING MAN.
JOHANNAS
Turd, slipped, hit car, running, winded.
AS THE SMELL FROM THE EXCREMENT THAT IS PLASTERED ALL OVER HIS CHEST HITS HIS NASAL PASSAGE HE RETCHES AND HIS BODY CONVULSES PAINFULLY TRYING NOT TO BE SICK WHILST STRUGGLING TO BREATH. BRANDY JUMPS INTO ACTION MODE.
BRANDY
I'll call an ambulance! In the meantime, Johannas can you
f**k off somewhere else, you stink!
CORAL COVERED HER NOSE, BACKING AWAY SLOWLY. OZZY STEPPED INTO THE ROOM AND INSTANTLY BACK OUT AGAIN.
OZZY
Zen can clean this one up!
BRANDY WAS UP NOW, PHONE TO EAR AND SEEING THE TRAIL OF MESS IN THE CORRIDOR, BARKING ORDERS.
BRANDY
No he bloody can't you useless twat. Get your mop out and
clean this shit up. I'll call the police while I'm at it. Can't
have a hit and run driver on the loose .
JOHANNAS, STILL TOO STUNNED AND WINDED TO COMPREHEND OR ADD ANYTHING, BACKS AWAY OUT OF THE ROOM EXCHANGING LOOKS WITH OZZY. OZZY BACKS AWAY FURTHER, AS IF RETREATING FROM MR DEATH HIMSELF - THE SMELL WAS RIGHT UP THERE. JOHANNAS IS ABOUT TO TURN AND HEAD TOWARDS THE SHOWER.
CORAL
Johannas! Mrs Cowdale emailed about her allotment.
She asks when you are going to do something about it?
JOHANNAS TRIED TO HALT HIS MOTION AND TURN TO ANSWER. HIS FOOT, AGAIN HIT THE SMEAR OF DOG MESS LEFT IN THE CORRIDOR. THE FOOT SPED OUT FROM UNDER HIM. TRAVELLING AT A VELOCITY CLOSE TO THE SPEED OF LIGHT IT FLICKED UP, CANNONED INTO THE BUCKET OF WATER NURSED BY OZZY, CATAPULTING IT ACROSS THE CORRIDOR INTO THE WALL WHERE THE BACKWASH JETTISONED THE ENTIRE CONTENTS OVER THE FLOOR AND OZZY. MEANWHILE, JOHANNAS GOES DOWN. AGAIN.
JOHANNAS (V.O)
What have I done to deserve this?
Jesus, Odin, anyone, take me now.
A PAINED LOOK GREW ON HIS FACE AS HIS LEGS SPREAD, HIS BODY BENT AND LOWERED, COMPENSATING FOR THE SLIP, AND HIS HEAD CONNECTED WITH THE DOOR JAM. FULL BORE. HE WAS WINDED, HIS LEGS WERE SPREAD LIKE A TABLE AT THE QUEENS BIRTHDAY AND HE WAS COVERED IN DOG SHIT. AND NOW, HE WAS MILDLY CONCUSSED.
JOHANNAS (V.O)
Running was good for you they said. The lying bastards!
If I lie here quietly, will it all go away?
JOHANNAS
Please! Make it stop!
BRANDY
Johannas, stop pissing about get in the shower!
OZZY LOOKED LIKE HE HAD BEEN SPUN DRIED, BADLY. SOAKED WITH HIS OWN MOP WATER. HE STARTED TO MOP UP THE WATER WITH RESIGNATION. JOHANNAS, INCREDULOUS, LAY THERE, MOP BUZZING ABOUT HIS EARS AND FLICKING HIS HAIR.