INT. KEEP, FORTRESS MAMEA – DAY
Our WRITER takes a PHONE CALL:
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
Hey ol’ buddy, ol’ pal, ol’ friend!
WRITER
(into phone)
Who is this?
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
Don’t be like that! I’m in a jam, matey.
WRITER
(into phone)
Yeah?
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
I’m in the middle of pre-production and one of our creatives has dropped out and I was sorta wondering/hoping/praying that you could do me a solid.
Our writer looks up at his WALL PLANNER. It’s very colourful.
WRITER
(into phone)
Uhm –
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
Puh-leeease? For me? For your fellow man? For your country?
WRITER
(into phone)
Sure.
CUT TO:
INT. KEEP, FORTRESS MAMEA – DAY
TITLE: “One Week Later”.
Our Writer is noodling through the New Zealand Herald website, talking on his HEADSET, when he pauses:
WRITER
(into headset)
Excuse me?
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
– what?
WRITER
(into headset)
You said something just then –
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
What -, oh yeah, I was just saying that since we gave you this opportunity –
WRITER
(into headset)
You gave me this opportunity?
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
There something wrong with this line?
WRITER
(into headset)
Are you saying you’re doing me a favour?
VOICE
(V.O.; filter)
That’s what I’m saying, buddy – don’t get me wrong, it’s okay, together we’ll make something of this.
Our Writer looks up at his wall planner, our earlier colour scheme a little interrupted by a short, brutal injection of black.
VOICE
(cont’d; V.O.; filter)
Now as I was saying,...
PULL BACK as our Writer sits back in his seat, a rueful smile forming, the noise from his headset fading.
TO BE CONTINUED.
