Folks I would appreciate it if you could take the time to read through the first couple of scenes in a sit-com I'm writing, and let me know what you think.
It's based on 4 guys that go to a small role playing club. They've been going to the club since they were kids, and now at 24-25 years old, they're life still revolves around the club.
Thanks for your help.
SCENE 1.INT.WARGAMING CLUB – NIGHT (19:00)
FADE IN
Tuesday evening at the Club. It’s the dinner hall in a local high school. They rent the room for a small fee which goes to the school funds. The hall is too large for the number of people that go to the club.
Sitting around the table are Brian, John, Ross, Sparra, Derek. Camera is in tight. The scene starts as if they are assassins discussing their kills.
BRIAN:
Right guys, are we all in for this? I’ve talked to all the others, and if you’re all in, we’ve 10 in total.
General agreement with aye’s, yes’s, and a couple of if we must.
BRIAN:
Ok, tomorrow we’ll all get our targets. Once their dealt with, the trail should lead you to the next target. And so on until there only one of us left.
Again general agreement
BRIAN:
Ok, usual rules, weapons will only be water pistols. The club, the pub, and work are out of bounds. Other than that, there are no rules.
The camera pans out to reveal they’re sitting around a table in a small war-gaming club. Dice, dungeons and dragons gaming books etc are littered across the table. These guys are geeks.
ROSS:
Sparra, this time there’s no setting up a contract. You do the job yourself, and don’t try bribing George’s mum with flowers again.
SPARRA:
No problem, she thought I fancied her. Nearly had me in the bedroom by the time George came home
ROSS:
She’s not an attractive woman. I can understand your fear.
Sparra leans back looking at the sky with a pained expression on his face
DEREK:
You guys still coming to my wedding?
BRIAN:
Are you still marrying her?
DEREK:
Of course, I love her. Oh and her father has a rather large double barrel shotgun.
ROSS:
You’ve legs. Not great ones admittedly, but you could run
DEREK:
And be hunted for the rest of my life? This way I survive, and we’ll wait and see where life takes me
JOHN:
Well best of luck anyway. We’ll all be there supporting you.
ROSS:
Just wait till the kids born. Bet it’s got ginger hair.
DEREK:
Nobody in our family’s ginger
ROSS:
Exactly
DEREK (ANNOYED):
Arsehole
JOHN:
Just ignore him; we’ll be there to support you
DEREK:
Thanks, I need all the support I can get. I’m nervous as hell.
ROSS:
You made your bed; didn’t have a problem lying in it though did you?
SPARRA:
You’re pulling out some piss poor jokes today
ROSS:
Fair point. Whose all going down to the pub? Can anyone give me a lift?
The guys start to pack up and get their coats.
The janitor enters, looks about all the tables with an ‘I’m fed up and want to go home’ type of look.
JANNY:
Right, you guys no f**ked off home yet? I want you out of here now. Pick up yer stuff geeks and get out.
ROSS:
Were going, were going
JANNY:
Less of yer lip boy. It’s, 9:00 and 35 seconds. That door should have been locked 35 seconds ago.
ROSS:
Prison service you were in, were you?
JANNY:
Security, a fine career for a man. Protecting people like you from evil.
SPARRA:
I heard you did security for a local factory. Hardly saving the world is it?
JANNY:
There’s evil in all different shapes and sizes. Take you lot and your daft Role Playing Games. Summoning demons, fighting dragons, that way leads to violence. I won’t be surprised if you guys end up in jail on some kind of criminal offence.
JOHN:
I can just see myself now. Eight stone weakling, blind as a bat, and as agile as a brick. Not going to have much of a successful career in crime with those traits, am I?
JANNY:
Like I said; all shapes and sizes, all shapes and sizes. 9:02 and 40 seconds, you lot are trying my patience.
The guys all grab their stuff and leave.
FADE OUT
SCENE 2. INT. HENRY’S BAR – NIGHT (21:40)
FADE IN
Sitting around the table are Brian, John, Ross, Sparra, Ross and Sparra are drinking pints. John is on blue label vodka and coke. Brians on the soft drinks.
Henry’s bar is a busy pub with music in the background
SPARRA:
How sad is the Janny, 40 years in a factory for 2 quid an hour. What a waste.
ROSS:
Sparra, 10 years as a student, you’re a quarter of the way already.
SPARRA:
Yes but he didn’t use his mind. He probably sat in a room all day dreaming of booze and women.
ROSS:
Sparra, you’re a student for gods sake.
BRIAN:
Ross, please remember you’re a student
ROSS:
Yeah but I worked before going back to college. 5 years in the shipyards earns me the right to go back to education.
BRIAN:
Maybe if you got an education at school, you could have had a good job by now. You could be a decent person like me who doesn’t scrounge from the tax payers.
ROSS:
Take a look at you car outside Brian. Decent people pay their road tax.
Brian looks down to the table embarrassed.
JOHN:
Are you still seeing that girl Brian? How’s it going?
Brian continues to look at the table getting visibly more embarrassed
BRIAN:
Not great
JOHN:
What happened on your date?
BRIAN (MUMBLING):
Met her ex boyfriend
SPARRA:
You mean Gary
BRIAN:
Yes, Gary the wee shit. She ended up drunk, snogging him in the dancing.
JOHN:
No. What a tart
SPARRA:
You lost a girl to Gary. He’s the weediest guy I know. How the hell did you manage that?
BRIAN:
Don’t know
SPARRA:
Never mind, that’s a more successful date than Ross has ever had. At least your chick turned up. Last time Ross had a date, he was stood up and he hung about the meeting place for 2 hours in a vain hope she’d turn up.
ROSS:
Pish, I was eying up the talent that was wandering around. Stalking my prey like a lion would.
BRIAN:
No Ross, you were stalking prey like a pervert
ROSS:
Give us some peace George.
The group go Silent for a few seconds
ROSS:
What’s Derek doing marrying that bird anyway
SPARRA:
Good change of subject there
ROSS:
Thank you, now please answer the question
JOHN:
She’s pregnant, what could he do
ROSS:
Like I said earlier, he could run.
BRIAN:
Ethics. He has some, you don’t. End of story.
ROSS:
Well guys, it’s time to hit the road.
Ross puts on his jacket and leaves the bar.
FADE OUT