Minimum Wage (Series Pilot, Part I)

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  • MalReynolds
    CHOCK FULL O' NUTRIENTS
    • Sep 2003
    • 6571

    #1

    Minimum Wage (Series Pilot, Part I)

    INT – Garfield House, 5 PM

    INSIDE the house is a large group of people. They are all wearing black; it is apparent this is a WAKE. A man in a black suit is standing next to a display, with a picture of a mother and husband displayed; they have recently passed away. He is shaking hands with several people who seem to be offering their condolences. This man is DARREN GARFIELD. After a few seconds, the camera pans around to the food tray, moving to the front hallway, where the front door-knob is turned slowly, and the door is pushed open, revealing a stocky young man, unshaven, wearing a black t-shirt and a black undershirt with sleeves that poke out, and baggy khakis. He has a bag slung over one shoulder, and a suitcase in hand, and a garbage bag filled with clothes in his other hand. He is MARK GARFIELD.

    MARK
    Mom? Dad? Hello?

    He moves through the foyer, dropping his bags and looking around. Darren looks up from the display, and does a double take.

    MARK
    Darren?

    DARREN:
    Mark?

    Darren walks over to Mark, while Mark looks around.

    MARK
    Hey, man, do you know where Mom
    and Dad are? I’ve got a crap load of laundry.

    DARREN
    Uh… Mark… I tried calling you.

    MARK
    Oh, yeah, I haven’t paid my phone
    bill in AGES. I need to borrow some
    money, too.

    DARREN
    Well…

    MARK
    Not too much; I don’t wanna
    rob em’ or anything like that. They’re old,
    they need their money.

    DARREN
    Not where they are now.

    MARK
    A bank?

    DARREN
    Well… Mom and Dad… They passed away.

    MARK
    … Jesus, they’re dead?

    DARREN
    I’m so sorry.

    MARK
    … Do you know how to do laundry?

    DARREN
    I know this is how you grieve…

    MARK
    I’m not grieving.

    DARREN
    It’s okay.

    MARK
    I’m fine.

    DARREN
    You can cry in front of me.

    MARK
    I’m not going to –

    DARREN
    It’s alright, Mark –

    MARK
    But I’m not going to –

    DARREN:
    You can cry. We’re all family –

    MARK
    I’m NOT going to cry!

    DARREN
    You know –

    MARK
    Not happening.

    DARREN and MARK stand looking at each other, as the camera pulls back. Everyone at the wake is staring at the two.

    MARK
    What are you all looking at?
    Get back to serving the drinks!

    DARREN
    These are our guests, Mark

    There is a sudden RING at the door, causing Darren to slightly jump.

    DARREN
    That’s odd. We weren’t really expecting
    anyone else. We weren’t even really
    expecting you.

    MARK
    Well… I didn’t know Mom and Dad were dead
    so I gave a few friends of mine a call to see if they
    wanted to have a little “Mark” is moving back home
    shindig in honor of me moving back into the house.

    DARREN
    … Who did you invite?

    FLASHBACK: A series of photographs of two young men drinking, vomiting, having parties. It’s obvious these guys aren’t the group to have at a wake.

    MARK (VO)
    Just some really stolid friends.

    The front door opens with a creek and we are greeted by the silhouettes of two men. They are holding beer in each hand. They raise their six-packs as the light focuses, revealing KYLE and CHRISTOPH. As they come into view, they begin to CHEER.

    KYLE
    It’s time to get this party started!

    DARREN moves to the door, closing it in their faces.

    DARREN
    They can’t be here. This is a dignified event.

    MARK
    Yeah, well, if someone would have called me…

    DARREN
    Just get rid of them. The lawyer wants to go over the will.

    MARK:
    You mean they actually left us stuff?

    DARREN
    “Us,” probably not. You remember all the times they threatened
    to cut you out of the will.

    A series of flash-backs. MARK, standing outside of a car.

    MARK
    It stalled out, man.

    DAD (VO)
    You’re out of the will.

    MARK with a woman, who is holding a pregnancy test.

    MARK
    We can all afford to be positive…

    DAD (VO)
    You’re out of the will.

    MARK as a child, spilling juice on the floor.

    DAD (VO)
    You’re out of the will.

    BACK to the wake.

    MARK
    Alright, I’ll get rid of them… As long
    as you let me in the room when the lawyer goes
    over the will.

    DARREN
    Perfect.

    CUT TO the inside of a lawyer’s office. The camera cuts to the lawyer, to Darren’s face, to Mark’s face.

    LAWYER
    “And to my son Darren, my wonderful son.
    You’re not really my son. You were adopted when you
    were three. Mommie didn’t think she could have any more
    children. I’m sorry you have to hear it like this, from the
    half retarded lawyer, but Mark is actually older
    than you by two years.”

    MARK
    See? Wonderful piece of information they left you.

    LAWYER
    “We also bequeath unto you the family cow. Bessie has served
    us for many years, providing enough milk and cheese to feed you
    through thick and thin. Please, keep her alive and healthy.”

    DARREN
    When was the last time they… Amneded the will?

    LAWYER
    Six years ago.

    DARREN
    I thought so. Bessie’s been dead for three.

    MARK
    Guess they didn’t exactly plan on dying, did they?

    DARREN
    No one expects the bird flu.

    LAWYER
    “To my loving husband, I leave –“

    MARK
    Let’s skip this crap; he’s dead too.

    LAWYER
    “And to my son Mark, my biggest disappointment.
    You were constantly letting the family down. I cannot think
    of a day that has gone by where you have done something
    unselfish, or for someone else. Ever since you were six,
    the entire world has revolved around you. Thusly, we leave you
    with nothing.”

    MARK
    Godammit. I knew this was going to happen. I hate them. Fu –

    LAWYER
    “Except the Vista 20, our local movie theatre. Perhaps with this
    responsibility you can finally learn how to –“

    MARK
    I just inherited a theatre?

    The camera pulls back to reveal KYLE and CRISTOPH behind MARK. They raise their six-packs, and HOWL.

    DARREN
    They owned a theatre? I thought all they owned was that
    stupid cow.

    MARK
    This comes as a shock to all of us –

    MARK stands and high-fives the other people in the room, including a few of DARREN’S guests.

    MARK
    But I think they made the right call.

    DARREN
    How do you figure? I’m the eldest son, I’ve had a steady job –

    MARK
    First of all, I’m the older son now… Sweet. Second, you were
    working the concession stand at a theater you didn’t
    even know you owned.

    DARREN
    But still, where have you been the last
    year?

    MARK
    Nova Scotia. Kyle’s parents have a cabin up there.

    KYLE
    It’s true. They do have a cabin.

    MARK
    Yeah, so I decided to get away from it, the tense atmosphere,
    the constant hounding for money…

    DARREN
    You were unemployed.

    MARK
    Tell me about it. It was a nice break from reality, until I burned it down.

    KYLE
    You burned down my parent’s cabin?

    MARK
    Don’t worry, it was totally sweet.

    CRISTOPH
    Do they know?

    CUT TO two people walking down a trail. They look up, and see their cabin, which is off-screen, and find a note stuck to a tree with a knife. The husband pulls the note down and reads it.

    THROWAWAY CHARACTER
    “I burned your cabin; you’re next.”

    CUT BACK to the lawyers office.

    MARK
    I left a note.

    DARREN
    Excuse me.

    DARREN stands and exits.


    (This is the end of PART 1. PART 2 will come when I write it, we're filming this on a shoe-string budget, but think Arrested Development meets It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia)
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  • FoJaR
    The Worst
    • Nov 2005
    • 2816

    #2
    Re: Minimum Wage (Series Pilot, Part I)

    i give it two thumbs up.

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    • Chromer
      Hookers and Blow
      • Jul 2003
      • 4981

      #3
      Re: Minimum Wage (Series Pilot, Part I)

      Very well done.

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      • MalReynolds
        CHOCK FULL O' NUTRIENTS
        • Sep 2003
        • 6571

        #4
        Re: Minimum Wage (Series Pilot, Part I)

        Thank you both. I actually have pages 6-16 done, and the first part re-edited. I'll post the whole big thing when I'm done, and when I finish shooting, I'll post that or something.
        "A new take on the epic fantasy genre... Darkly comic, relatable characters... twisted storyline."

        "Readers who prefer tension and romance, Maledictions: The Offering, delivers... As serious YA fiction, I’ll give it five stars out of five. As a novel? Four and a half." - Liz Ellor


        My new novel:

        Maledictions: The Offering.

        Now in Paperback!

        Comment

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