A different sort of sketch for me, and one for a very prescribed audience. I'd be interested to know what people think...
INT. BAR – NIGHT
MATTHEW SITS IN A BOOTH, NERVOUSLY PULLING PETALS OFF A FLOWER. A PASSING MAN (SCOTT) CATCHES HIS EYE.
SCOTT
You must be Matthew.
MATTHEW
Scott?
THEY SHAKE HANDS. MATTHEW LOOKS ABOUT.
SCOTT
Something wrong?
MATTHEW
No.
SCOTT
Good.
SCOTT SITS DOWN.
SCOTT
So, did you get much written today?
MATTHEW
Do we have to go straight to that? Can't we just… talk?
SCOTT
But that's what we're here for, isn't it? Your ad said you were looking to collaborate.
MATTHEW
I know. It's just…
SCOTT
…you already have a writing partner don't you?
MATTHEW
(PAUSE)
Yes.
SCOTT
(LAUGHING)
I knew it!
MATTHEW
You've had this before?
SCOTT
Writers getting cold feet? It's nothing new.
MATTHEW
I feel so stupid.
SCOTT
Don't. Just have a drink and let's enjoy a nice conversation.
MATTHEW
I don't know. If my partner found out…
SCOTT
…that you talked with another writer? Look, this doesn't have to turn into anything.
MATTHEW
Okay then. Just a drink.
SCOTT HAILS A WAITER.
INT. STUDY – LATER
MATTHEW AND SCOTT ARE VERY MUCH WORSE FOR WEAR. MATTHEW RUNS HIS FINGER OVER A ROW OF SCRIPTS ON A BOOKSHELF.
MATTHEW
These are all yours?
SCOTT
I'm ashamed to say.
MATTHEW
You've written such a lot.
SCOTT
Well, I've been at it for years.
MATTHEW
I could learn a lot from you.
SCOTT SMILES LASCIVIOUSLY.
MATTHEW
What are you doing?
SCOTT
Just turning on the computer.
MATTHEW
That's not a good idea.
SCOTT
Come on, don't be shy!
MATTHEW
It's not that I don't want to…
SCOTT
…just a couple of scenes!
MATTHEW
Alright.
(PAUSE)
Can I get a drink first?
SCOTT GRINS.
MONTAGE BEGINS
MATTHEW IS WAY BEYOND TIPSY NOW. HE RATTLES AWAY AT THE KEYBOARD, GIGGLING GIRLISHLY.
SCOTT
Yes, yes, that's it!
MATTHEW PAUSES FOR THOUGHT. SCOTT ADDS A FULL STOP TO THE END OF MATTHEW'S SENTENCE AND GRAZES HIS HAND. THEIR EYES LOCK.
CUT TO:
MATTHEW IS BENT OVER THE KEYBOARD TYPING LIKE A MANIAC. SCOTT WHIPS HIS BEHIND PLAYFULLY WITH A ROLLED UP SCRIPT.
SCOTT
You call that an inciting incident, you naughty thing?
CUT TO:
MATTHEW DRAINS THE LAST OF A BOTTLE OF RED.
MATTHEW
(SLURRING)
Honestly, I don't even like Kaufman.
SCOTT
You're drunk!
MONTAGE ENDS
INT. STUDY – DAY
THE MORNING AFTER. MATTHEW PEELS HIS FACE FROM THE KEYBOARD. NEXT TO HIM, STILL ASLEEP, SCOTT SNORES BLISSFULLY. MATTHEW ATTEMPTS TO EXTRACT HIMSELF.
SCOTT
Where are you going?
MATTHEW
I have to get home.
SCOTT
It's early. Let's go get some breakfast and we can talk about the script.
HE SHOWS HIM LAST NIGHT'S PAGES.
MATTHEW
We don't need to.
SCOTT
What do you mean?
MATTHEW
I mean you can have it.
SCOTT
But… you want credit, don't you? This belongs to both of us!
MATTHEW
No, it doesn't! I told you last night, I have a partner! This never happened, okay?
SCOTT SAYS NOTHING.
MATTHEW
Okay?
SCOTT
(CRACKING)
Okay.
MATTHEW PULLS ON HIS JACKET, PAUSES A MOMENT, THEN LEAVES.
SCOTT CRADLES THE SCRIPT IN HIS ARMS, SOBBING BITTERLY.