'The Unreliables'
The Unreliables is the group script I had to do with my classmate Larry Conneely and Eric Duncan.
The script is directed for Adult Humor. We have written it so we can work on it and put it over the internet to find some producers to fund the script to turn it into a TV show. It's based on recent events:
The Unreliables:
Ireland's money is gone. Brian Down is in trouble. In his darkest hour (!) three heroes will rise but only when they will turn sober. And These heroes will find the culprit who stole all of Ireland's Money. Coming This summer- The Unreliables.
Here in my portfolio I have uploaded only bits from three episodes so viewers can have a Sneak Peak. The script is still in development. For technical reasons I couldn't put the Scipt in proper Script Format. But I guess viewers can still read what's going on in the story.
The Unreliables:
Ireland's money is gone. Brian Down is in trouble. In his darkest hour (!) three heroes will rise but only when they will turn sober. And These heroes will find the culprit who stole all of Ireland's Money. Coming This summer- The Unreliables.
Here in my portfolio I have uploaded only bits from three episodes so viewers can have a Sneak Peak. The script is still in development. For technical reasons I couldn't put the Scipt in proper Script Format. But I guess viewers can still read what's going on in the story.
"The Unreliables"
By
Larry Conneely, Arif Iqbal and Eric Duncan
A No Show Production
Larry Conneely, Arif Iqbal and Eric Duncan
A No Show Production
Extract from Episode One:
Brian Down
My fellow country men and country women. I woke up this morning to an unprecedented horror. All the funds of our nation have been misplaced. This is a terrible situation for our country to be pushed into. From information that has been handed to my office, we’ve learned there is one culprit responsible. I assure you Ireland that I’ll make it my duty to find this person and have the problem resolved.
The room immediately is aloud with cries from the media and mob, shouting questions at Brian. It’s a room of chaos and Brian is seen to be nervous, sweating madly and shaking.
Cut to
INT. Unreliables Treehouse- Same
The group are still sitting down watching the news. In the time of Brian’s announcement they engulfed the whole treehouse with empty beer cans and bottles. Oggy is eating shards of a broken bottle. Lunchbox turns to the other two and puts his two cans down to make a serious point.
Lunchbox
Ah here, that’s a load of bloody rubbish that. Poor aul fat head is only doing his job. He doesn’t need that hassle. Here I’m going to help the chap, are yiz in.
Oggy
Help who?
Erin
Are you deaf, blind and a bigger eejit than you look. We’re watchin the news you bald prick. Lunchbox is right, let’s all go over to the Dáil and help Brian.
Oggy
Are we getting scoops on the way, I’ll need a few tins to go this place.
Cut to
INT. Dáil news Conference- Same
Brian Down is cowering behind the podium, the media and mob nearly beginning a riot and moving closer to the Taoiseach, mad with fear. Brian moves back nervously to address the crowd and the live audiences watching at home. All is still being recorded live.
Brian Down
Try to relax, I know we’re in dire straits suddenly but the situation will be resolved swiftly. I assure you all.
The main doors of the conference room burst open, shards of wood fly around and a keg of beer rolls in slowly. The crowd watches intently. A noise of 6 cans of beer being opened at once is heard and drunken footsteps approach the room. Oggy stumbles in wearing a black uniform and drops the cans on the ground. Following behind slowly are Lunchbox in a cheap superheroes outfit and Erin wearing leather. The crowd is dead silent.
Oggy
Told yiz I’d find this kip, here Briano your help has arrived.
Lunchbox
Sorry lads, we’ve had a few tipples on the way down. Nothing like an ol morning 12 pack am I right lads. Anyway, right come here to me you. We were watchin you on the box back in the gaf and couldn’t help hearin your situation. The three of us are willing to help yiz find the cunt robbin our dole money.
The room falls silent once again, nothing is heard but Oggy’s drunken hiccups. A few laughs are heard around the room. Brian approaches the microphone with a smile on his face, nearly laughing at the ridiculous group he’s seeing.
Brian
By the looks of it, you three don’t need another penny for your drinking. How can you help with the problem. Look at you, the hairy lad.
Oggy stares with a glazed look towards Brian, still hiccupping.
Lunchbox
Here, no need to be a dickhead about it Downy. We’re here to offer our services. You know you’re busy with all the aul family problems. Saw you in the paper there a while ago with a floozy on your arm. A lovely bird she was but he here you’re getting me distracted with the thought of those massive knockers. Here we’re here to find your man and sort out the problem so what do you say.
More laughs are heard and Brian’s face goes red with embarrassment.
Brian Down
Right, if I give you the case will you leave now.
Brian calls over the head of security, and whispers.
Brian Down
Never seen such a pack of eejits in my life. Throw them out on their ear.
The security walks over, Oggy shakes his hand and breaks it.
Security
Ah here, me wankin hand.
Oggy
Where’s the jacks mate, I’m dyin to drain the spuds after havin me morning supply of Dutch finest. You know were I’m sayin.
Lunchbox
We’re on the case Briano, you can sleep easy now. Cunt.
My fellow country men and country women. I woke up this morning to an unprecedented horror. All the funds of our nation have been misplaced. This is a terrible situation for our country to be pushed into. From information that has been handed to my office, we’ve learned there is one culprit responsible. I assure you Ireland that I’ll make it my duty to find this person and have the problem resolved.
The room immediately is aloud with cries from the media and mob, shouting questions at Brian. It’s a room of chaos and Brian is seen to be nervous, sweating madly and shaking.
Cut to
INT. Unreliables Treehouse- Same
The group are still sitting down watching the news. In the time of Brian’s announcement they engulfed the whole treehouse with empty beer cans and bottles. Oggy is eating shards of a broken bottle. Lunchbox turns to the other two and puts his two cans down to make a serious point.
Lunchbox
Ah here, that’s a load of bloody rubbish that. Poor aul fat head is only doing his job. He doesn’t need that hassle. Here I’m going to help the chap, are yiz in.
Oggy
Help who?
Erin
Are you deaf, blind and a bigger eejit than you look. We’re watchin the news you bald prick. Lunchbox is right, let’s all go over to the Dáil and help Brian.
Oggy
Are we getting scoops on the way, I’ll need a few tins to go this place.
Cut to
INT. Dáil news Conference- Same
Brian Down is cowering behind the podium, the media and mob nearly beginning a riot and moving closer to the Taoiseach, mad with fear. Brian moves back nervously to address the crowd and the live audiences watching at home. All is still being recorded live.
Brian Down
Try to relax, I know we’re in dire straits suddenly but the situation will be resolved swiftly. I assure you all.
The main doors of the conference room burst open, shards of wood fly around and a keg of beer rolls in slowly. The crowd watches intently. A noise of 6 cans of beer being opened at once is heard and drunken footsteps approach the room. Oggy stumbles in wearing a black uniform and drops the cans on the ground. Following behind slowly are Lunchbox in a cheap superheroes outfit and Erin wearing leather. The crowd is dead silent.
Oggy
Told yiz I’d find this kip, here Briano your help has arrived.
Lunchbox
Sorry lads, we’ve had a few tipples on the way down. Nothing like an ol morning 12 pack am I right lads. Anyway, right come here to me you. We were watchin you on the box back in the gaf and couldn’t help hearin your situation. The three of us are willing to help yiz find the cunt robbin our dole money.
The room falls silent once again, nothing is heard but Oggy’s drunken hiccups. A few laughs are heard around the room. Brian approaches the microphone with a smile on his face, nearly laughing at the ridiculous group he’s seeing.
Brian
By the looks of it, you three don’t need another penny for your drinking. How can you help with the problem. Look at you, the hairy lad.
Oggy stares with a glazed look towards Brian, still hiccupping.
Lunchbox
Here, no need to be a dickhead about it Downy. We’re here to offer our services. You know you’re busy with all the aul family problems. Saw you in the paper there a while ago with a floozy on your arm. A lovely bird she was but he here you’re getting me distracted with the thought of those massive knockers. Here we’re here to find your man and sort out the problem so what do you say.
More laughs are heard and Brian’s face goes red with embarrassment.
Brian Down
Right, if I give you the case will you leave now.
Brian calls over the head of security, and whispers.
Brian Down
Never seen such a pack of eejits in my life. Throw them out on their ear.
The security walks over, Oggy shakes his hand and breaks it.
Security
Ah here, me wankin hand.
Oggy
Where’s the jacks mate, I’m dyin to drain the spuds after havin me morning supply of Dutch finest. You know were I’m sayin.
Lunchbox
We’re on the case Briano, you can sleep easy now. Cunt.