Otterfox
Sunday 22nd May 2016 2:45pm
Tipperary
1,203 posts
INT. OFFICE. DAY.
MR. SNUT SITS BEHIND A DESK WRITING. LARRY SITS UPRIGHT AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DESK.
SNUT:
...And your name?
LARRY:
Larry Beast.
SNUT:
Larry with two R's I assume?
LARRY
No, actually it's Larry with four 'R's, two 'I's and a silent 'T'.
SNUT:
So; L-A-R...?
LARRY:
L-A-R-R-R-R-I-I-T - Larry.
SNUT:
Great. And Beast is the same spelling as in a brute or a savage?
LARRY;
Exactly. S-A-V-A-G-E - Beast.
SNUT:
Right. And you came here to...?
LARRY:
Find out the time.
SNUT:
Ok, it's 25 to 10.
LARRY:
Good lord! It was supposed to be 9:30.
SNUT:
What was supposed to be 9:40?
LARRY:
Just your murder.
SNUT:
Ah alright...what!!!??? What do you mean my murder?
LARRY:
I was to come in here, guide you over to the window where the lovely Tony from across the street; give him a wave; was to shoot you dead. God he's going to think I'm awfully rude now. He's very punctual you see. Hates to be late for a killing.
SNUT:
I can imagine.
RECEPTIONIST (INTERCOM):
Mr. Snut, a Kenneth Rosper to see you.
SNUT:
What does he want?
LARRY:
Something about murdering you sir.
SNUT:
Hmm give me a minute Susan.
LARRY:
Busy day huh!
SNUT:
Tell me about it. All go.
LARRY:
If I can ask you if you would allow us to do the honours. Poor Tony will be distraught if he can't do it.
SNUT:
I know, I know.
LARRY:
It's just that he's had a very tough time of it recently with his wife passing and his kids not talking to him. You know what teenagers can be like when you kill their mother.
SNUT:
I can imagine. Would it be too much to ask to maybe not be killed at all?
LARRY:
Oh I don't know. That's highly unorthodox. We are all trained assassins. If I'm honest I can hardly restrain myself.
SNUT:
Well that's very nice of you to say. I'm flattered but I um I don't really swing that way. You see I'm more into the whole living thing.
LARRY:
Really?!! You wouldn't like a long relaxing rest to be discovered in years to come by a lame cocker spaniel on a rubbish tip?
SNUT:
I don't know.
LARRY:
I really much press you. Tony becomes such a grumpy little scamp when he's not allowed to kill.
SNUT:
I'm going to leave it for today I think. Send my apologies to Tony. I really do feel like a spoil sport... Oh and if you can tell Kenneth in reception that its again a no.
LARRY:
Right-o.
LARRY OPENS THE DOOR AND A KNIFE THUDS INTO THE DOOR INCHES FROM HIS HEAD.
SNUT:
Oh and happy Almost Being Killed Day.
LARRY:
Many happy escapes!
SNUT TAKES A SHEET OF PAPER FROM HIS DESK AND LEANS AGAINST THE WINDOW AS HE READS IT. IT SWIVELS OPEN AND HE HELPLESSLY FALLS OUT.
CUT TO SNUT ON THE PATH OUTSIDE LOOKING UP TO THE WINDOW HE FELL FROM WHICH IS SEVERAL STOREYS HIGH. HE DUSTS HIMSELF OFF AND CASUALLY WALKS BACK INTO THE BUILDING.