A T.V. Drama Extract
INT. BEAN AND GONE COFFEE SHOP. DAY
KANE, a young man of 26, is standing by a dirty coffee machine, dressed all in black with an apron around his waist. He is talking to ELLEN, a teenage new recruit with hair high above her head. Kane is swirling a jug of milk while Ellen watches, bored.
It’s all about the bang and swirl. Bang the jug against the counter to pop the bubbles then swirl the milk to texturise…Ellen?
Ellen is gazing at her phone.
Swirl and bang. I heard you.
Bang and swirl. Like this.
Kane bangs the jug against the counter without looking at what he is doing. He bangs the jug against another jug full of hot chocolate. The chocolate jug slams down on its side soaking Ellen and her phone. Ellen screams in pain and the whole shop goes silent. Kane is frantically rubbing her down in circular motions, with a used cloth that was once blue.
It’s in my hair! I’m off out tonight!
I’m so sorry! You look hot! Nice! Attractive! I’m not being weird!
Err… ye you are.
ELLEN’S MOTHER walks through the door.
She looks around the shop to see if she can see her daughter. She spots a chocolate covered Ellen having her body wiped by Kane.
Ellen’s Mother marches up to the counter.
Really this isn’t weird! Lisa lets me wipe her down when I spill on her too.
Get off me! People are watching.
It’s fine really.
Get your hands off my daughter! You’re disgusting! She’s a bloody teenager!
Ellen’s Mother grabs her by the wrist and starts dragging her from the shop.
Come on, you’re not working here. We’ll find somewhere else!
Kane runs from behind the bar in an attempt to explain to Ellen’s Mother, but slips on the wet floor and lands flat on his back.
CHRIS, a fellow employee looks over at Kane.
He approaches Kane and instead of helping him up, he places a wet floor sign next to him.
Kane is seated at a cramped, messy desk in the corner of the pot wash, flicking through pay slips and sorting them into piles.
LISA walks past briskly carrying a mop and bucket, sweating and stressed.
I’ll clean the toilets then shall I?
Oh if you could, thanks.
Lisa grunts and sharply leaves the room.
Kane flicks through more of the payslips and arrives at Lisa’s. He looks at the unflattering photo of her in the corner and sighs dreamily.
How do I make her like me, Chris? She’s so beautiful.
Chris is slamming pots through the dishwasher, looking at his watch.
Unbeknownst to Kane, Lisa walks back in the room and picks up a wet floor sign.
Do you not think she’s just gorgeous Chris? Like a summer rose.
Kane, she was only sixteen! Her mum was right, you are disgusting!
I didn’t mean her, I-
Chris and Lisa both stare at Kane waiting for him to speak.
Is the machine clean?
Yes! The machine’s clean! The toilets are clean! The floor’s been done and oh look, the pots are all done! The shop looks spotless it really does, which bit did you do Kane? It must have been sorting the pay slips into individual piles because may I say they are very neat indeed. Aren’t they nice and neat Chris?
Chris smirks, pops a sugar sachet in his mouth and puts his earphones back in.
Kane is looking deeply into Lisa’s chest area almost in a dream state.
Kane snaps back into reality.
Sorry, it’s half 7 you can get off now if you want.
Lisa slams the mop back into the bucket.
Oh… Lisa, just before you get off-
I was just wondering if perhaps you might want to-
Chris shakes his head and exits through the fire door.
Chris I did say you weren’t meant to use that door.
The door slams shut. Kane looks down miserably and goes back to the payslips.
Kane slumps onto the sofa and puts the TELEVISION on.
Next on Film 4, Forrest Gump.
INT.KANE’S HOUSE.NIGHT.2 HOURS LATER
Kane is sobbing like a baby as the credits are rolling on the television.
Why couldn’t Jenny share the love that he had for her? He had so much to give! Now she’s dead! She’s left him with a kid! He can hardly get child support he’s retarded they’re only going to take him away from him! Why!?
Kane wipes away his tears and blows his nose very unattractively, waking up the cat, FAT MESS, that was sleeping peacefully by his feet. Fat Mess meows at him loudly and runs off. A light is turned on upstairs.
Kane! Shut the fuck up!
If only you could abort fully grown men…
Kane is looking at himself in a mirror. He pins his name badge on carefully and straightens his collar.
Today’s the day Kane. Today’s the day you make her yours. Today’s the day!
He winks at himself in the mirror, swivels round nonchalantly and knocks a cup of tea over his bed.
He shuts his eyes in pure disappointment with himself. Looking at his watch he realises he is running late, he darts out of the room standing on the cat’s tail in the process.
He receives another enraged meow, waking up his mother again.
KANE’S MOTHER (ROAR)
Sorry mum! Sorry Fat Mess!
Arsehole! You better have remembered my breakfast!
Kane doesn’t reply, slamming the door behind him.
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