Here's what I ended up posting for this week's Sketch War.
First, let me copy/paste the description of this week's topic from my first-draft post:
Huh -- this was a rather interesting Sketch War -- this time around, we took our cue off of this this chirp from Chicago Tribune TV columnist Mo Ryan:And now the sketch:Now I am daydreaming about a TV show with @brentspiner and @stephenfry. Who will make that happen?She was referring to a twitter conversation between actors Brent Spiner and Stephen Fry where they had speculated about opportunities to work together.
And as it turns out, the Sketch Warriors have been perfectly happy to jump in and help, with the theme of "sketches that would star Brent Spiner and Stephen Fry". We've already had a few Fry-and-Spiner entries this week -- quick comic bits that hint at larger, TV-show possibilities.
Sketch War A Bit of Fry and Spiner Edition "Grosvenor Square" FADE IN: INT. CONSUL-GENERAL'S OFFICE - DAY The signs of moving -- half-empty boxes, a filing cabinet on a furniture dolly, a few paintings leaned against the walls -- fill a spacious office. Even with all the clutter, the place looks expensive: big wooden door, big wooden desk, heavy ugly curtains. BRENT WAGNER (50s, American, pricey suit) picks a Don Quixote figurine out of a moving box. He puts it on his desk next to his phone and a family snapshot, accidentally knocking a signed baseball off the desk and into the box-pile. As Brent fishes around for it -- STEPHEN (O.S.) "Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world." BRENT Yeah, Yeats knew a thing or two about government work. Brent looks up to see -- STEPHEN WHITCOMBE (50s, British, pricier suit) setting a coat and a red scarf on a pile of boxes. STEPHEN Stephen Whitcombe. The ministry's liaison to the American consulate. Stephen holds out a hand, but Brent doesn't see it -- he's fishing around in the boxes for something. Stephen awkwardly retrieves his hand. STEPHEN You are the consul-general, yes? BRENT As of today. Brent Wagner, at your service. He fishes out a file, hands it to Stephen. Stephen flips through it, stops on a photo of LINDA HASSAN (30s, professional, Middle Eastern descent). STEPHEN This would be the 'favor' you had mentioned? BRENT Linda Hassan. U. S. national. Picked up near one of the Dungeness plants in Kent -- Stephen continues rifling through the file. STEPHEN -- under the Terrorism Act, yes. Brent resumes looking for his baseball. BRENT I need her out of police custody -- STEPHEN That's not possible -- BRENT -- quickly. STEPHEN Mr. Wagner. Your first day as a chief diplomat is not an auspicious time to 'cowboy up' and lay down demands. Now, your predecessor understood discretion and -- BRENT Handler knew how to do two things: make money off of oil pipelines, and donate two million dollars to a presidential campaign without getting thrown in jail. STEPHEN The fact remains, she is a suspected -- BRENT She's not a suspected anything! STEPHEN With respect, Mr. Wagner, how can you know that? BRENT Because she's my chief of staff! Only I don't have a staff yet, because Linda's in a cell somewhere. STEPHEN Ah. BRENT We've background checked her out the wazoo, Stephen, so unless what you've got on her is scarier than "snapshotting a nuke plant while beige," I'd let this one slide. STEPHEN This isn't racial profiling, because racial profiling doesn't work. And we do this sort of thing eminently well, Mr. Wagner, because England has fought domestic terrorism for longer than Americans have sold processed cheese. Brent closes the door. BRENT Check the end of the file. Stephen does so. BRENT Mr. Bajaeen at The Guardian is already putting together a piece about Linda. STEPHEN How speedy. BRENT Human-interest, wronged by injustice, whole nine yards. I give him all our intel on it, the story'll have legs. Brent nearly trips over something. BRENT Ha! He plucks his baseball off the floor. BRENT You could have a scandal on your hands. STEPHEN You won't divulge anything, Mr. Wagner -- BRENT I will do -- STEPHEN -- because the ministry has already talked to your boss about the need to rein in her rather demanding new consul. BRENT ("you're kidding") My boss is the U. S. Secretary of State. Stephen smiles. STEPHEN I do hope you'll replace these curtains. Handler picked a color so bilious it clashes with itself. He gathers up his coat. STEPHEN And, Brent, "scandal" is a poor threat. For a British politician, a scandal is a bit like -- He retrieves his scarf. STEPHEN Like a colorful scarf. Perhaps it could choke one to death -- but instead it just lends a splash of color to our rather dowdy lives. The phone starts ringing. A little red light on the phone starts blinking. STEPHEN Ah. That would be her. BRENT "Her" as in the Secretary of -- Stephen nods. STEPHEN That's what the little red light means. Stephen shakes Brent's hand. STEPHEN I'll leave you to it. Stephen exits. The phone keeps ringing. Brent sighs, absently drops the baseball. BLACKOUT.
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