Fourth Draft of Media Script.
1, A car park next to a main road,
surrounded by office type buildings 9:00AM.
The camera tracks along the front of a
large grey building, zooming in on the peeling paintwork and the fading
lettering on the front door.
Diegetic sound of high heeled shoes on
pavement, a shot of the same feet walking, a smart, business looking woman
walks into the building.
BUSINESS WOMAN:
[To receptionist, well-spoken tone] Good
morning Mrs Greenford.
The receptionist looks up from her paperwork,
immediately putting her papers aside and looking at her computer, then turning
to smile at the business woman.
RECEPTIONIST:
Good morning Amanda, would you like me
to fax your days appointments to your office?
AMANDA:
[Smiling and nodding slightly] Yes, that would be excellent, thank you.
She walks down the corridor into an
office, sits down at her desk and begins to scribble down a few notes on a
piece of paper that is on her desk.
The camera returns to the front of the
building where once more there is a diegetic sound of shoes, this time scuffing
along the floor slightly, a man of around twenty one walks up to the building.
Zoom in on his name badge, which reads ‘Ryan.’
RYAN:
[Grins cheerfully] Hey! Uh…
He peers at her name badge, which reads
‘Melody Greenford.’
…Melody!
MRS GREENFORD:
[Peers down her glasses at him, the
camera changes to give her a power shot] That is… MRS Greenford to you, Mr Valo.
RYAN:
[Smile fades] Good morning,
Mrs Greenford.
MRS GREENFORD:
[Frowning] That is much better. You’ve got some reports that need to be filed
[emphasis] IN alphabetical order this time; this will of course be the THIRD
AND FINAL TIME.
She then turns away from him and picks
up the phone, smirking slightly, and then suddenly becoming more upbeat.
RECEPTIONIST:
Why hello there Angela, how wonderful to
hear from you!
RYAN shakes his head and walks into a
small room to the left of the receptionist’s desk.
There are some shots of inside the
building, of someone cleaning the floor, some people sat in a waiting room and
some other general shots.
The camera tracks along the building,
once more, diegetic sounds of more footsteps, then a long shot of a man of around
twenty five, clad in a dress shirt, black jeans and converse, walking into the
building.
The camera zooms in on the
receptionist’s face, paying particular interest in the sudden change in her
attitude and obvious change of her facial expression.
RECEPTIONIST:
Good morning Jon!
JON:
[Teasing Her] Hey Mrs Greenford, hard morning at the office?
RECEPTIONIST:
[Dramatically] Ah! Only that utter buffoon of an assistant of yours!
JON:
[Sighs] Cut him some slack, he’s only young. Give him time, no doubt he’s in over
his head for the time being, he’ll soon get the hang of it.
RECEPTIONIST:
[Purses her lips, seemingly unimpressed] Still, he
should-
JON:
[Interrupts her, smiling apologetically] Well, it has
been lovely, talking to you, but I really must get some work done.
RECEPTIONIST:
[A bit flustered, clearly not used to
being talked to like that] Oh yes, of course, I’ll email you your appointments.
JON nods in response, then walks down
the corridor, stopping at a door, and then poking his head round the door
before walking into the room and leaning against the doorframe, where RYAN is
sat at a desk, as JON walks into the room, he is on his phone, and upon seeing
him, he hurriedly puts it back in his pocket, when he sees who it is, he is
clearly relieved.
RYAN:
[Dramatically puts his hand on his
chest] For god’s sake, do you have to creep up on me like that? I thought it was her coming to ‘inspect’ my working process
again!
[When he says ‘inspect’ he turns his
hands into inverted commas and has a sarcastic expression.]
JON:
[Smirking] Ah, sorry man, I had no idea you were so.. On edge.
RYAN:
Hey, catch any of the game last night?
JON:
Yeah, pitiful. You joining me for lunch?
RYAN:
[Shrugs] Yeah, sure.
Jon nods, and then leaves the room,
rhythmically tapping the doorframe as he goes. He walks even further down the
corridor, and then goes into his office.
The door shuts with the camera on the
outside of the door. The only diegetic sounds are the keys of the
receptionist’s computer and muffled voices. The camera fades to black after
showing shots of the waiting room and the corridor, then the outside of the
building again.
2. Outside Jon’s office, 11:30AM.
There are diegetic sounds of muffled
voices. Then, the door opens, revealing JON and a teenage boy. He walks him to
the door, and then opens it for him, letting him past.
JON:
Right, well I’ll see you next week, take
care of yourself Spencer, yeah? [Smiles]
Spencer:
[His head bowed] Yeah, seeya.
He walks past him, and out of sight. JON
walks back through to a room where some people in smart dress are, it is clear
that they are having a meeting, there are notes and clipboards on the table.
Jon takes a seat next to the top of the table, in front of the notes he had
made on his and Spencer’s conversation. He places his elbow on the table, and
fiddles with his pen with one hand.
MAN 1:
[Clears his throat] So, has
anybody come to any conclusions?
Man 2:
In my opinion, I think he needs to be
kept on a much closer watch; to be sure he is not a danger to himself. If the
problems increase, I think it may be time to introduce medication.
There is a collective murmur of
agreement, and then MAN 1 turns to JON.
MAN 1:
What do you think Jon? After all, it is
your call after all, you are his case worker.
JON:
I’m not so sure if that’ll be necessary,
he seems to be a lot more alert and able to cope with things than the last time
I saw him-
MAN 1:
[Slightly disbelieving] You really
think he’s improved?
JON:
Yes, I really, really do. Last time we
met, he was almost too shy to even look at me, now he’s talking almost freely,
with a bit more work surely-
MAN 2:
[Calmly] Surely they
could be introduced to him though? Merely as a precaution… a safety net if you
like?
JON:
[Sighs and pinches the bridge of his
nose, closing his eyes] I- I just really don’t think that
this sort of action is needed.
[MAN 2 goes to interrupt him again, but
JON silences him with a wave of his hand.]
JON:
[A little irritated] No. Let me finish. We’re only just
making some good progress, some real progress. It’s took so long to get
this far, and I’m not going to throw all that hard work away, both from him and
from me.
MAN 2:
[Puts both hands on the table, leaning a
little more forward, in a slightly more defensive manner] I should
think that given my knowledge on the minds of [Patronizing
tone] vulnerable young
people, my opinion should be respected and my views put to action, rather than
the likes of a man who is barely out of Childhood himself!
JON:
[Scoffs] You can’t learn everything from a book. Sometimes you have to actually
try to help them, instead of being in this job for yourself [mocking] Sir.
MAN 2:
[A bit flustered, putting his hands on
the sides of his chair as if he’s about to stand] I am NOT going to sit here and let my respected opinion be hacked down
like this.
[Jon begins to make a snappy remark,
but before he can, MAN 1 stops him.]
MAN 1:
[His tone stating a high level of
authority] Jon! Do what you think will be the best for the boy, your opinion is most
valued in this case. Not all by any means, but you do know him the best.
[The meeting finishes and various
members of the congregation walk out of the room, making small talk at the same
time, but JON beelines for the his office, and is shown putting on his coat,
and meeting RYAN at the front door]
3. In the local coffee shop. 12:30
[JON and RYAN are sat in a booth in the
back room of the coffee shop. The shop is mainly deserted; they are discussing
the meeting that has happened previously]
RYAN:
[Curiously] Who was the dude in the suit? He looked
like well pissed off at you! What did you do this time?
[Jon
sighs, and massages the sides of his temple before answering]
JON:
[Laughing
ironically] He was just another business type clone thinking he can read all the
books in the world and understand people, and anyone who hasn’t is instantly
below him- in fact…
[A
waitress comes over with their food; they thank her and begin eating, after a
few minutes, JON soon picks up his rant from where he left off, clearly not
going to let it go anytime soon.]
JON:
[Irritated] He just… tries to fix things that these
people are going through with medication and other crap, he doesn’t listen to
them or try to help them himself, or try to make them feel like they’re not
alone, just uses them for his research!
[He
pauses, waving his hands around, trying to find another lead to go off on a
rant about]
JON:
He doesn’t
respect the kid’s privacy. Never mind anything else! He goes around, betraying
their trust whenever he feels like it! AH.
[He stops,
and seems to be more relaxed now all that’s out of his system, RYAN has sat
there in silence the whole time, chewing thoughtfully]
RYAN:
[Simply,
with no emotion} Dick.
[This sets
the mood and atmosphere a lot more happy and humorous. Both men laugh, both
seeming more at ease than previously.]
JON:
[Jokily] See Ry that is the reason I
keep you around!
RYAN:
[Smirks] I
try. I try. So, when do you next meet up with him then?
JON:
[Pauses] Uhh… Friday I think, in the morning.
RYAN:
[Nods
thoughtfully, and makes an affirmative noise] Ah, what’re you gonna do then?
JON:
[Sighs] I have no idea. I cannot just betray his
trust like that, it’s taken so long for us to get this far, when we first met
initially, and he would barely even talk to me for god’s sake.
RYAN:
Well, can
you really blame him huh?
[Jon
sighs, then the shot fades to black]
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