Just Think The Office Meets Warehouse...
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Feels like it works if the world runs on its own broken logic. Good luck.
Quick stab at tone:
EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT – MORNING
Guy pulls in with a line of cars behind him. Horns. No escape.
He spots an open space. Swings in—
A SCOOTER sits dead center. Engine off. No rider.
Horns BLAST.
He backs out.
Another space. Looks open.
He cuts the wheel—
A tiny SMART CAR is parked sideways, perfectly filling it.
A horn leans hard behind him.
He jerks into reverse. Nearly clips a car.
Last row. One spot left.
Wide open.
He guns it—
A man in a full SPIDER-MAN SUIT sits cross-legged in the spot.
Playing a sitar.
Calm. Unbothered.
The horns go feral.
Guy stops halfway in.
Rolls his window down.
GUY
Hey—
Nothing.
The sitar continues.
Guy nods once.
Throws it in reverse—
The line ERUPTS.
INT. WAREHOUSE FLOOR – DAY
A small group huddles around a handheld scanner. Corporate visit energy.
SUPERVISOR:
Simple. We scan, it matches, we go home.
He scans a box.
BEEP.
They lean in.
Screen: –2
GUY:
…negative two?
Supervisor:
No.
He scans again.
–2
Guy:
So we’re short two?
VETERAN EMPLOYEE:
Missing is zero.
They look at him.
Veteran Employee (CONT’D):
Negative means it already left.
We shipped it?
Veteran Employee:
Not in a way you can prove.
Then where—
Don’t.
They glance up. Instinct.
What happens if we don’t fix it?
Payroll gets weird.
We lose money?
No. You.
He looks down.
–3
They all step back from him.
Put it down.
No one takes it.
Sounds like a funny version of my recent short script which takes place in a warehouse.
Thanks for the feedback Adam Reiver and Michael Dzurak
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Feels like it works if the world runs on its own broken logic. Good luck.
Quick stab at tone:
EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT – MORNING
Guy pulls in with a line of cars behind him. Horns. No escape.
He spots an open space. Swings in—
A SCOOTER sits dead center. Engine off. No rider.
Horns BLAST.
He backs out.
Another space. Looks open.
He cuts the wheel—
A tiny SMART CAR is parked sideways, perfectly filling it.
A horn leans hard behind him.
He jerks into reverse. Nearly clips a car.
Last row. One spot left.
Wide open.
He guns it—
A man in a full SPIDER-MAN SUIT sits cross-legged in the spot.
Playing a sitar.
Calm. Unbothered.
The horns go feral.
Guy stops halfway in.
Rolls his window down.
GUY
Hey—
Nothing.
The sitar continues.
Guy nods once.
Throws it in reverse—
The line ERUPTS.
INT. WAREHOUSE FLOOR – DAY
A small group huddles around a handheld scanner. Corporate visit energy.
SUPERVISOR:
Simple. We scan, it matches, we go home.
He scans a box.
BEEP.
They lean in.
Screen: –2
GUY:
…negative two?
Supervisor:
No.
He scans again.
BEEP.
–2
Guy:
So we’re short two?
VETERAN EMPLOYEE:
Missing is zero.
They look at him.
Veteran Employee (CONT’D):
Negative means it already left.
Guy:
We shipped it?
Veteran Employee:
Not in a way you can prove.
Guy:
Then where—
Supervisor:
Don’t.
They glance up. Instinct.
Guy:
What happens if we don’t fix it?
Veteran Employee:
Payroll gets weird.
Guy:
We lose money?
Veteran Employee:
No. You.
BEEP.
He looks down.
–3
They all step back from him.
Supervisor:
Put it down.
No one takes it.
1 person likes this
Sounds like a funny version of my recent short script which takes place in a warehouse.
1 person likes this
Thanks for the feedback Adam Reiver and Michael Dzurak