The next episode of my written for the web series. Is this funny or just plain crude - I can't make up my mind.
THE GOLDEN LARYNX OF MIKE PARADIGM
Episode Three: ‘The New News’
INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY
MIKE CREEPS INTO THE STUDIO. HE EXTENDS A FRIENDLY HAND TO ANDY.
MIKE:
Hi, Andy, how was your weekend?
ANDY:
(SHAKING HIS HAND) You don’t have to play nice just because I’m taking industrial action against you for the gay slurs, Mike.
MIKE:
Thank f**k for that.
MIKE PEELS OFF A SURGICAL GLOVE IN DISGUST AND DROPS IT IN THE BIN.
MIKE (CONT):
To business then. What’s on the slate?
ANDY:
Christine and George have called in sick so we need you to fill.
MIKE:
You want me to cover two news readers?
ANDY:
Just one. I’ll be covering George – you’re filling in for Christine.
MIKE:
Like bollocks I…
ANDY HOLDS UP AN OFFICIOUS LOOKING DOCUMENT WITH THE HEADING ‘INDUSTRIAL ACTION’.
MIKE (CONT):
Let’s do this thing!
ANDY HANDS MIKE HIS PAPERS AND THEY BOTH TAKE TO THEIR MICS.
ANDY:
We’re going out live, so let’s get this right.
MIKE:
I think I know how to do a news broadcast, Andy.
ANDY FLIPS A SWITCH.
ANDY:
Three, two and….
ANDY GIVES THE THUMBS UP.
MIKE:
What? Are you going to say one? When do we get started?
ANDY MAKES FRANTIC ‘ROLLING’ SIGNS.
MIKE:
(READING) Good evening, these are the headlines from Radio CB108.
A JINGLE PLAYS.
MIKE (CONT):
(READING) Another police officer dead today, bringing the figure up to thirty this year.
ANDY:
(READING) And thirty one dead in motorway pile-up on the A406.
MIKE:
Thirty one?
ANDY GLARES AT HIM.
MIKE (CONT):
(READING) Single mother caught in Brixton gangland crossfire.
ANDY:
(READING) Two teens murdered in Oklahoma school slaying.
MIKE:
This is bullshit! Did you write this? You get the best one every time!
ANDY:
(READING) Eighty seven adults dead in Siberian derailment tragedy…
MIKE:
(READING) Eighty eight people dead in Berlin air disaster! Ha! Boo ya!
MIKE DOES A FIST PUMP AND THROWS SOME V’S IN ANDY’S DIRECTION.
ANDY:
(CONTINUING) …plus one child.
MIKE FREEZES MID VICTORY DANCE.
MIKE:
F**k you, Andy.
END