This is a sketch I didn't send into 2525, I wrote six and this did not make the cut. I felt there was something that was not working but could not put my finger on it. Any ideas?
INTRO: Its 2399 or nearly midnight if you prefer and on Balham High Street
the last Light bus of the night is about to leave its stop.
MAN: (OFF) Hey hold up, wait!
WHOOSH SOUND OF A DOOR OPENING
MAN: Thanks mate. Is this the right bus for Titan?
DRIVER: Yes, but you can't bring your kebab on.
MAN: That's not a kebab, that's my girlfriend.
GIRLFRIEND: How rude!
DRIVER: Sorry miss, me eyes aren't up to much these days, out of warranty.
MAN: You are driving a Light Speed Bus with dodgy eyes?
DRIVER: Between you and me, I'm not actually driving it, this wheel, it's
not attached to anything. See look I can spin it right round,
nothing. It's all pre-programmed.
MAN: But you just opened the door for me?
DRIVER: No the bus did that, it must have fancied your kebab.
GIRLFRIEND: Oi!
DRIVER: Sorry, girlfriend.
MAN: Well what is your job? What are you doing here?
DRIVER: I'm here to reassure the passengers.
MAN: But you're half blind and your steering wheel isn't attached to
anything.
DRIVER: No but I have a very disarming personality, and that helps people
to forget about the dangers
MAN: Oh, right. (BEAT) Hang on is Light Speed Travel dangerous?
DRIVER: No, not at all.
MAN: Thank goodness.
DRIVER: No it's the stopping that you should be worried about.
MAN: What? Is stopping dangerous then?
DRIVER: No...not if the gravity field dampers are aligned correctly with the
brakes.
MAN: What happens if they aren't?
DRIVER: Well you can imagine, travelling at the speed of light, the bus
stops instantly and you don't.
MAN: Good God! What happens then?
DRIVER: Well best case scenario is a double retina detachment. Not too bad
if you are still under warranty.
MAN: Is that what happened to you...
DRIVER: Yer worst case would be you hitting the front of the stationary bus
at Light Speed.
MAN: That's awful!
DRIVER: Don't worry about that sir. (BEAT) You would already have been
vaporised by atmospheric friction as you left your seat.
MAN: Open this door! Let me out!
DRIVER: As you wish sir, though I do think you are overreacting a little.
MAN: Open this door!
DRIVER: Ok, ok.
WHOOSH OF DOOR OPENING
DRIVER: What about your girlfriend sir?
MAN: (OFF) You can keep her, she's dripping grease everywhere anyway.
GIRLFRIEND: Charming!
CONTROLLER: (OVER RADIO) Are you not off yet Sid?
DRIVER: No point boss, no passengers on board.
CONTROLLER: Well you had better come back to the depot. Looks like another
early night?
DRIVER: Will do. Do you fancy sharing a kebab?
GIRLFRIEND: Cheeky!