Tim Goes for a Job
Written by Will Cox and Thomas Hyland
1. INT. TEA ROOM, DAY. An office tea room. Plastic tables, a microwave, a pot plant. TIM is wearing an ill-fitting suit, sat awkwardly on a cheap-looking office couch and cradling a tiny glass of water. He's flicking through a copy of Take 5 magazine, but all the competitions have been cut out. There's a woman sat opposite him - a large woman. She's loudly eating cereal from a bowl and cutting competitions out of another copy of Take 5. Tim smiles across the table at her. She glares back. The door opens and MICK enters. He's 26, bright-faced and wearing a school blue shirt tucked into khaki shorts. He's carrying a manila folder. MICK Tim? TIM Yeah. Tim stands. MICK Come through. You can bring your glass of water. They leave the woman to her scissors and her Take 5. 2. INT. OFFICE, DAY. A tiny office. One table, three chairs. You wonder what else they could possibly use this room for other than cramped meetings between a maximum of three people, or maybe storage. Tim and Mick enter. MICK Take a seat anywhere. Not there! Only joking. Anywhere you like. Mick extends his hand.
MICK Mick. Mick Fleetwood. TIM Mick Fleetwood. MICK That's right. Neil will be along in a minute. More water? TIM Ah, yes please. Mick picks up the water jug from the table and pours. Carefully. Slowly. Finished, he takes his seat and a silence ensues. MICK: So Tim, it says here on your Curriculum Vitae that you're a musician. TIM That's right. Mick turns the single page of Tim's C.V. MICK Actually, there's a lot of musician on here. TIM Yeah, I've mostly worked as a musician. MICK Right, right. I don’t know if you... this is more of an office admin kind of job. Still, I suppose you’ve had all kinds of jobs to support yourself. Do you have any... experience in administration? TIM Well MICK Yeah, it’s a great laugh isn’t it? I was in a band when I was a young bloke. The Cyborgs, we were called. I played keyboards. TIM Oh, right. I play guitar. (pause) TIM Do you still play, or... ?
MICK God, no. I mean, it was fun, but there’s no money in it, is there? Especially now, it’s all downloads, isn’t it. I’ve got Spotify on my phone. No wonder you’re out of the game. TIM Yeah, I suppose. Mick looks at the resume idly. MICK 1969... so you’re forty... two? TIM That’s right. MICK Right, The old maths are a little bit rusty. It’s all calculators these days though. You’re probably one of the older applicants we’ve had, really. TIM Right. And... how many have applied? MICK Well, about, like fifty? Not really supposed to say. TIM Fifty? Shit. Oh, shit sorry, I didn’t mean to – MICK Well, I don’t know. Fifty, fifty three, its hard to say exactly. Let’s just say we’ve got a busy day of interviews ahead of us. May the best man win! The door opens and NEIL comes in, 40-50, moustache, shorts in the same khaki as Mick. Business-like, clearing his throat. Neil is barely older than Tim but looks up to twenty years his senior. MICK Ah! NEIL Afternoon, Michael. Tim, isn't it? Our musician. Neil shake's Tim's hand. TIM Yeah. Nice to meet you. Neil sits down and looks to Tim's resume.
NEIL Now, I don't know how much my young friend here has told you about the position. TIM: Well, not a lot. NEIL (picks up resume): I had a brief chance earlier to... (turns single page over and turns to Mick and mutters under his breath) There's a lot of musician on here. TIM I've mostly worked as a musician, yeah. NEIL Right. And what brings you to Dixon Laser Systems? TIM Well – MICK We were just talking about downloads, and Spotify and things, and Tim said – NEIL The main thrust of what I'm asking, Tim, is why have you applied for this position? TIM Well, I've always been attracted to the idea of working in an environment where I'm operating in a team – MICK Right. TIM – but I have set responsibilities and the opportunity to grow individually also. Mick nods his head wisely. Neil is writing on his clipboard. MICK I was just saying, Neil, how I was in a band, when I was in high school, so I understand the level of team dynamic that you need in that kind of environment. TIM Yeah, it's important. Very important… But I feel I have a lot of other skills to offer. Neil is still making notes.
NEIL I’m not going to beat around the bush, son. We’ve got a lot of interviews today. TIM Yeah, Mick said about fifty. MICK Well we’re not really supposed to say. NEIL The kind of work the successful applicant will be doing is back office kind of work. There’s a backlog of accounts that we need cleared and a lot of correspondence that needs typing, so that’s mostly it. It says here you can type at 120 words per minute. TIM That’s right. MICK That’s fast. TIM Is it? NEIL That’s very fast. What type of test did you do? TIM Um. Just the normal one. The Mavis Beacon. On the internet. Neil and Mick’s heads are buried in their notebooks. Tim sips his water. MICK I’ve got piano fingers, myself. NEIL Do you mind if I ask why you left your last position? TIM I’ve been self-employed for twenty years or so, and I guess after that, the constant touring gets to you. I want somewhere stable I guess, where I can come into the same place every day, know people I’m working with. But then I can go home and have a house at the end of the day. I’m currently looking if you know of anywhere going. Neil is making notes. Tim feels prompted to go on. TIM I guess... music is something personal and the business side of it started getting in the way. And just moving from town to town, playing
to drunk people. I needed to start thinking about what I needed in the future. Neil stares at him. TIM And, you know... downloads, I guess. Mick shakes his head sagely. MICK No money in downloads. Neil looks up from his notepad. Unimpressed. it’s becoming more and more obvious that Neil is uninterested with Tim. NEIL Okay. Perhaps we can talk about some of the things that you say “got in the way” of your last position. While you were self-employed”, did you have anything to do with the administrative aspects of your… “job”? Would you issue invoices or anything like that? TIM: Well we would get proper accountants to take care of most of… NEIL You’d get ‘Proper’ acc TIM No, what I mean is… I would manage… NEIL So you acted as the manager of your band then? Tim looks across to Mick who is no longer writing notes but staring straight back at Tim. Tim replies in a slightly more deflated tone. TIM No. Neil puts his pencil and Tim’s CV back on the table. MICK: Perhaps he could tell us about a time you went out of your way to help someone in a work environment? NEIL No, look.... Tim. Thanks for coming along in today.
TIM Wait on NEIL: Mick here’s got all your contact details. MICK I do. NEIL We’ll let you know. TIM You’ve barely asked me anything yet. Isn’t there anything else you want to ask me? NEIL Tim… TIM I’m willing to start anywhere. An awkward silence fills the room.
NEIL We’ll let you know early next week. Neil extends his hand. Tim takes it hesitantly. TIM Okay. They shake hands. 3. INT. RECEPTION, DAY. Tim walks through the tiny reception area slowly, still clutching the tiny glass of water. Behind the reception desk sits the large woman from the tea room, still regarding him with suspicion. 4. EXT. CAR PARK, DAY. Tim is lighting a cigarette when Mick runs up behind him. MICK Tim! TIM Oh, hi.
MICK Yeah, um... just wanted to say good luck and everything.
Mick puts his hand out. Tim goes to shake it, but Mick just takes the tiny, empty water glass from him and turns to leave. MICK (walking away) Have a good weekend, anyway. Got any gigs on? Have fun! Mick is back inside. Tim is alone. TIM No.