Hi all, I know this hasn't been formatted too well but I hope it gets the idea across. This is the first couple of scenes of my sitcom idea and it shows the main character and his boss. I'm then going to introduce the best friend of the main character later on in the episode. I'm yet to have come up with a title.
(We see Sam walking towards a television studio- A skinny 20 something.)
(V.O.)When I was 14 years old, I was a f**king star. A child- f**king- star. I was young, ambitious and full of what the Mexicans call 'beans'. But who, at that age, can honestly say they can handle such pressure.
I won't lie to you... I couldn't.
People would come up to me in the street and say "Hey you're that kid, right? From that show?" They knew my name and they knew the shows that I'd appeared in, but the prejudices of yesteryear were focused on kids like me. I have and always will, called these people 'scum'.
At the age of 16 I worked on a show called 'Star power'... little did I know, it would ruin me.
(clip from star power shows Sam spinning round and giving a monkey a high five)
Pretty good, right? The show itself didn't ruin me, but I was f**king the producers daughter at the time and that didn't fly with him. Some people are overly up-tight... it's something you learn in this business.
(Flashback - we see the producer barge into a room where his daughter and Sam are f**king)
Producer: You little shit... Get out, both of you!
(They both flee the room.)
Producer: (Calling after the fleeing couple) YOU'RE FIRED!
The two 16 yr old's walk down the street.
Sam: Wow, sucks for you... Can he even do that? So what, are you just gonna go find another Father figure?
Daughter: Errr, why would I have to?
Main: Well he said you were fired. I imagine that was his was of abandoning you.
Daughter: He was talking to you...
Main: oh.
(Cut to the set of a television program)
(V.O.)And 8 long, slow years later I'm still in this industry but with no more of the bullshit pressure hoisted up upon my tired shoulders.
We're on the set of a t.v. program and Sam is talking to a woman.
Sam: So, yeh as I say. I used to be on loadsa stuff. Are you a 90's kid?
Woman: Yeh! I was born in '97.
Sam: Well you're not then- it doesn't matter. Just YouTube some of my-
Andy: (Calling from a chair) Bitch.
(Sam is smiling at the woman silently- pretending not to hear Andy)
Andy: Skinny bitch
(Sam smiles blankly at woman)
Woman: I think he's talking to you.
Sam: That's a guess right? I'm not skinny... actually this build is called 'athletic'.
Andy: Come here now, or you're fired.
Sam: (To woman) Back in a sec... I'll humour him.
(Freeze)
VO: Remember that producer I slightly annoyed a few years ago? This is his son, Andy Myers. Andy Myers is an actor with somewhat of a tricky reputation.
(Cut to montage of news program)
Broadcaster: Andy Myers has been caught speeding... Naughty naughty Andy, 44 in a 30 zone!
(Cut to)
Broadcaster: Myers Leaves nighclub with mystery white powder around his nose.
(Cut to CCTV footage of Myers pissing on war memorial)
Broadcaster: When asked how drunk he was by one reporter, Myers replied, "I've been drunker"
(cut to)
Broadcaster: Actor Andy Myers is once again in the spotlight after throwing a midget out of his hotel window, this comes only days after he was heard calling a Nun a "A black and white slut of God". His Position on one of televisions longest running sitcom's is coming under serious pressure.
VO: The truth is, it's hard to get in any serious trouble when your father owns a t.v. station. And something had always told me he hadn't managed to get over the fact that I slept with his sister.
Cut back to the current situation.
Andy: Sam, Coffee now.
Sam: Is that a statement, or?
Andy: It's a f**king command you piece of f**king chewing gum.
Sam: Chewing gum? Is that an insult? I've never heard that one before.
Andy: What should I call you?
Sam: (Muffled) 'Twat' or something?
(Sam walks to the coffee dispenser)
Andy: Not that shit... go to Costas.
Cut to Sam leaving the building and walking into the city. A text appears on his phone: "Hurry up".
He jogs to a coffee shop.
Sam: (To Coffee server) Alright Wayne? Cappucino please, Don't hold the spit.
Wayne: (Calling to colleague) One Myercino, Colin.
(we hear a colleague in the background trying to gather mucus from his throat)
The people behind Sam in the queue turn around and leave.
(silence as they wait for Coffee)
Wayne: Sooo... Coffee's nice innit?
Sam: Yeh, s'alright actually, yeh.
Wayne: I tell you what, if this was 19th century England, I have no idea what I'd be doing for a job.
Sam: Ha... cleaning toilets?
Wayne: Hahahaha...
Sam: No?
Wayne: They didn't have toilets back then mate. Don't think I'd have been doing that (winks)
(silence)
Sam: I Think they did.
Wayne: They didn't.
Sam: Is it ready yet?
Wayne: (shouting) Have you spat in that coffee yet?
Colin: I can't get a good bit of flem.
(Everyone in the coffee house leaves.)
Sam walks back towards the studio with coffee in hand. He notices a wire fence and runs his fingers over it. His fingers move quickly over the fence and he smiles to himself - walking along.
Sam: (to himself) I could have been a typewriter...
Sam starts to run.
Sam: I'm the fastest typewriter in the world!
The fences abruptly ends and Sam falls down a set of stairs covering himself in the coffee.
After a couple of seconds he slowly lifts his head up. He has spit on his face from the coffee.
He looks down at his clothes.
Sam: Oh, f**k.
(The program title flashes upon the screen.)