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breakinglight11Apparently I want to work only on writing that’s got no pressing use right now. At least I’m being productive, and I’ve had some fun. I’d like to keep that up at least.
Here is a scene I pushed myself to finish from my idea to adapt a new Jeeves and Wooster show, with a slightly darker edge to the comedy. This scene immediately follows one from 31 Plays in 31 Days 2019, #28 - “Holing Up” where Bertie has spent the day drinking in the Drones Club to hide from his awful fiancée Florence Craye, and has not yet met Jeeves. This leads to my adjustment of how their fates came to become entwined.
"You’re Not Bond Street"
EXT – LONDON STREET – NIGHT
Bertie gropes his way along a wall, stumbling alone down the street.
BERTIE: I say, where did they put Bond Street? Do they pack it up at this time of night? Could have sworn this is where I left it…
He blunders directly into Jeeves, who is walking briskly in the opposite direction until Bertie seizes hold of him for balance.
BERTIE: I say— you’re not Bond Street!
JEEVES: Decidedly not, sir.
Jeeves shakes him off, regarding him in mild disgust. Bertie staggers onward down the street, until a gang of men appears to surround him.
RUFFIAN 1: Eh, guv’nor. Lost your way?
BERTIE: As I’ve been saying, I think it’s the way that’s lost me.
RUFFIAN 2: Fancy togs on him. Like he’s got a bob or two.
Jeeves pauses, listening to this unfold with a growing concern. Annoyed, he sighs.
BERTIE: Savile Row, don’t you know. Haven’t you got an eye!
RUFFIAN 2: How much you got on you now, guv? Sure you could spare it.
Bertie pats his pockets.
BERTIE: Ah, small spot of bother there, sir. Seems my wallet has also had some difficulty finding its way home—
RUFFIAN 1: Toss him, lads. See if he’s worth as much as he talks!
BERTIE: Here, now, this isn’t sporting—
The roughs advance. Bertie scrambles and spins, but they have him surrounded. Just as the first of them is about to leap at Bertie, however, Jeeves appears between them from nowhere. Bertie crawls away from the fray as Jeeves lays the men out with fast, precise blows, all without breaking a sweat or a hair out of place.
RUFFIAN 1: Where in hell did you come from!?
JEEVES: Verdun and the Somme.
RUFFIAN 1: Have off, lads, ain’t no fighting a ghost!
They pick themselves up and pelt off into the night. Jeeves turns to Bertie where he lays crumpled.
JEEVES: Sir? Are you quite well, sir?
Bertie peered up at him, eyes crossing.
BERTIE: I say. Haven’t I had enough fellows ganging up on me tonight without all of you too?
With that, Bertie drops flat in a dead faint. Jeeves sighs, considering. He kneels beside the young man and digs into the pockets of his overcoat until he finds a pack of calling cards.
INSERT: BERTRAM W. WOOSTER – BERKLEY MANSIONS, BERKLEY SQ, LONDON
Tucking the card into his pocket, Jeeves regards the abandoned street. Reluctantly he hefts Bertie up over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and bears him away towards home.
Here is a scene I pushed myself to finish from my idea to adapt a new Jeeves and Wooster show, with a slightly darker edge to the comedy. This scene immediately follows one from 31 Plays in 31 Days 2019, #28 - “Holing Up” where Bertie has spent the day drinking in the Drones Club to hide from his awful fiancée Florence Craye, and has not yet met Jeeves. This leads to my adjustment of how their fates came to become entwined.
"You’re Not Bond Street"
EXT – LONDON STREET – NIGHT
Bertie gropes his way along a wall, stumbling alone down the street.
BERTIE: I say, where did they put Bond Street? Do they pack it up at this time of night? Could have sworn this is where I left it…
He blunders directly into Jeeves, who is walking briskly in the opposite direction until Bertie seizes hold of him for balance.
BERTIE: I say— you’re not Bond Street!
JEEVES: Decidedly not, sir.
Jeeves shakes him off, regarding him in mild disgust. Bertie staggers onward down the street, until a gang of men appears to surround him.
RUFFIAN 1: Eh, guv’nor. Lost your way?
BERTIE: As I’ve been saying, I think it’s the way that’s lost me.
RUFFIAN 2: Fancy togs on him. Like he’s got a bob or two.
Jeeves pauses, listening to this unfold with a growing concern. Annoyed, he sighs.
BERTIE: Savile Row, don’t you know. Haven’t you got an eye!
RUFFIAN 2: How much you got on you now, guv? Sure you could spare it.
Bertie pats his pockets.
BERTIE: Ah, small spot of bother there, sir. Seems my wallet has also had some difficulty finding its way home—
RUFFIAN 1: Toss him, lads. See if he’s worth as much as he talks!
BERTIE: Here, now, this isn’t sporting—
The roughs advance. Bertie scrambles and spins, but they have him surrounded. Just as the first of them is about to leap at Bertie, however, Jeeves appears between them from nowhere. Bertie crawls away from the fray as Jeeves lays the men out with fast, precise blows, all without breaking a sweat or a hair out of place.
RUFFIAN 1: Where in hell did you come from!?
JEEVES: Verdun and the Somme.
RUFFIAN 1: Have off, lads, ain’t no fighting a ghost!
They pick themselves up and pelt off into the night. Jeeves turns to Bertie where he lays crumpled.
JEEVES: Sir? Are you quite well, sir?
Bertie peered up at him, eyes crossing.
BERTIE: I say. Haven’t I had enough fellows ganging up on me tonight without all of you too?
With that, Bertie drops flat in a dead faint. Jeeves sighs, considering. He kneels beside the young man and digs into the pockets of his overcoat until he finds a pack of calling cards.
INSERT: BERTRAM W. WOOSTER – BERKLEY MANSIONS, BERKLEY SQ, LONDON
Tucking the card into his pocket, Jeeves regards the abandoned street. Reluctantly he hefts Bertie up over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and bears him away towards home.
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