Here's the next two scenes for anyone who's interested. Some of the dialogue is still a bit ropey, but I haven't quite got the voices nailed yet.
SCENE 2
EXT. OUTSIDE A POSH CELEBRITY TYPE RESTAURANT. A GROUP OF PAPARAZZI PHOTOGRAPHERS ARE STANDING AROUND DOING NOTHING.
PAUL IS THERE WITH A CAMERA ROUND HIS NECK.
DUDLEY PAULS BEST MATE AND FELLOW PAPARAZZI ENTERS
PAUL:
Hi Dud.
DUD:
Paul. How’s tricks?
PAUL:
Slow. Been here over three hours and there’s been about as many photo opportunities as you’d get at a Masonic lodge’s Christmas party. You’re late today.
DUD:
Yeah been with the girlfriend.
PAUL:
You sound like you’re getting on okay.
DUD:
Yeah, well of course the sex is good. Plus she buys me lots of silly little presents.
PAUL:
Nice, like what?
DUD:
Well last week she bought me a book by George Orwell. Strange thing is I’m over half way through it, and still haven’t got to the chapter with Jade Goody? I’m worried though she’s getting too serious. Keep’s on going on about a sign of commitment.
PAUL:
Yeah?
DUD:
Well she wants me to get her name CANDICE tattooed on my arm.
PAUL:
Gawd, yeah tattoos can be painful.
DUD:
Tell me about it. And plus how the hell would I explain it to the wife?
PAUL:
Well there’s that too.
DUD:
Sometimes I even wonder if are affairs are worth it. And if it wasn’t for you my best mate covering my back I don’t think I could have pulled it off. You know I actually think she thinks I’m going to marry her.
PAUL:
Well that’s Bigamy!
DUD:
I know mate, like I said thanks (Gives Paul a hug)
PAUL:
No I mean if you married her that would be bigamy.
DUD:
Oh right, yeah. So how’s your little brood?
PAUL:
Well Chloe’s on the war path. It’s our anniversary in a few days, and she’s leaving the odd small hint so I don’t forget.
(OPENS COAT TO REVEAL A SHIRT WITH “ANNIVERSARY THURSDAY” WRITTEN THICKLY ON IT IN MARKER PEN)
DUD:
Subtle.
PAUL:
I forgot last year and she locked me out of the bedroom for the night.
DUD:
That doesn’t sound too bad.
PAUL:
Well I wouldn’t of minded but I was in the on-suite bathroom. Trying to get to sleep sitting on a bidet is less fun than you’d imagine. Anyway I’m going to book a room and meal at a posh hotel this year. Some top nosh, and a bit of wine...
DUD:
Wayhey. Sounds like it might be fun night.
PAUL:
Only if I can help it. Anyway have got to run. I’ve got an appointment with Ryan.
DUD:
What the boss? What does that obnoxious Aussie want to see you for?
PAUL:
Oh some special assignment or something. Probably wants me to photograph some z-listers colonic.
DUD:
Boy that bloke gives us paparazzi a bad name.
PAUL LEAVES – MEANWHILE A CELEB-LIKE WOMAN AND MAN APPEAR GOING INTO THE RESTAURANT – DUD STARTS TAKING PHOTO’S.
DUD:
(SHOUTING) Come on love show us some tit!
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SCENE 3
OUTSIDE SHOT OF BUILDING ENTRANCE. NAME ON ENTRANCE PLATE SAYS RYAN ASTLEY PHOTOGRAPHIC AGENCY
RYAN ASTLEY IS A SHORT, OVER BRONZED, SPIKE HAIRED COURSED MOUTH AUSTRALIAN.
INT. RYANS OFFICE
RYAN:
Paul, come in, sit down.
THROWS A SMALL PILE OF PHOTOS ACROSS HIS DESK.
RYAN:
Who in gods name is this?
PAUL:
That’s Janet Street Porter, she…
RYAN:
Who the hell is Janice Street bloody Foster? She looks like she’s ninety. Look I don’t care if she’s dressed up like a suicide bomber, or even if she’s doing Rolf Harris up the jacksie with a strap-on. I can’t sell photos like these.
PAUL:
She was opening a cancer charity…
RYAN:
Paul, Is she a young actress eager to display her wares? Or a footballer with an ill placed tackle? Page Three girls, TV Chefs, Big Brother, even Ant or bleedin’ Dec. Not some buck-toothed old charity case who’d have difficulty getting ‘pulled’ by a tractor.
PAUL:
It’s a very a very worthy cause actually.
RYAN:
Paul we’re trying to sell pictures. If magazines wanted cancer, it would be called “Unwell” not Okay magazine.
PAUL:
What about that shot I took of Cameron Diaz at the film premier.
RYAN:
The one where she’s smiling, and looking hot?
PAUL:
Yeah.
RYAN:
Problem with Diaz is she’s always smiling and looking hot. Get one of her picking her nose. Better still with her finger up her arse. Now that I could sell. Hang on what about that Evie actress you took the photo of.
PAUL:
What the nipple shot?
RYAN:
No the one with the shadow. Now she’s hot, footballer boyfriend, and there both about as discrete as a political spin doctor, and hopefully just as disgusting. She what you can get on those two by friday. Close the door on your way out.
PAUL LEAVES AND CLOSES DOOR
RYAN:
Tit!