From: Chris Marlowe <cmarlowe@bora.dacom.co.kr> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Video Script: "Office" (1/1) Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 11:34:56 +0000 Organization: DACOM Internet Please Email me at cmarlowe@bora.dacom.co.kr if you want more of the same.... I Gave at the Office by Chris Marlowe SCENE 1--EXTERIOR of Acme International. Night. SCENE 2--TERWILLIGER'S OFFICE. Mr. Terwilliger is in a frenzy, like someone just a few steps ahead of a lynch mob. His briefcase is open on his desk and he is dumping a large bag of money from his wall safe into it. After he's done this, he pulls two airline tickets from his coat pocket and holds them up. TERWILLIGER (dramatically) Rio! He drops them into the briefcase and closes the latches. He is in the process of pushing papers through a desktop shredder when there is a knock at the door. He looks at it with apprehension. TERWILLIGER Who... who is it? CLYDE (from other side of door) It's me, Mr. Terwilliger! Clyde, from the mail room! TERWILLIGER Come in, come in! Quickly! Terwilliger opens the door and glances nervously down the hallway. He then closes the door and strides to the window, peeking nervously through the venetian blinds. TERWILLIGER Were you followed? CLYDE Huh? TERWILLIGER Is there anyone else in the building? CLYDE Nobody except Officer Murkeson, the security guard, but he's at his desk... TERWILLIGER All right, all right. He motions to a chair. TERWILLIGER Sit down. CLYDE Huh? TERWILLIGER SIT! Clyde sits. Mr. Terwilliger walks behind his desk and opens a bottle of scotch. TERWILLIGER You want a drink, kid? CLYDE Oh, gosh no, Mr. Terwilliger, I don't drink, sir. TERWILLIGER Okay. Do you want to have some fun? Clyde pauses and tugs on his collar nervously. CLYDE Um, I'm not that kind of guy, Mr. Terwilliger, sir. TERWILLIGER That's not what I meant. (pause) Do you like working here, sonny? CLYDE (beaming) Oh, absolutely, sir! Working for Acme has been the pinnacle of my life, sir! It's... TERWILLIGER All right, all right, SHUT UP! Since you love the job so much, you must love your co-workers, don't you? CLYDE Well, I guess so... TERWILLIGER And me? Do you love me? CLYDE Um... I think I'd better go... TERWILLIGER Listen, that's not what I'm talking about. He pulls out his wallet. TERWILLIGER I have an offer for you, son. CLYDE Sir? TERWILLIGER It's simple. Something... drastic has come up and I have to leave immediately. I'll be gone for...well, let's just say I've got to get away to somewhere not as hot, and where they can't extradite me... CLYDE Sir? TERWILLIGER Nevermind. He grabs his briefcase and stands in the doorway. TERWILLIGER I just need you to do something for me. Will you? CLYDE I dunno... I guess... TERWILLIGER My wallet is on the desk there. I want you to use my credit cards and spend, spend, spend! CLYDE Sir? TERWILLIGER I can't take them with me, you see. They can trace credit cards, you know... So just spend away, and raise a nice little smoke screen to cover my exit. CLYDE Sir? TERWILLIGER Oh, and if the SEC, or the IRS, or anybody with three letters and a badge, if they come asking for me, you don't know anything, right? CLYDE Sir? TERWILLIGER Okay. (panics for a second) Oh, God, I didn't tell you about Rio, did I? CLYDE Rio, sir? TERWILLIGER Nevermind! Forget about it! I never said Rio! He grabs Clyde's shirt. TERWILLIGER FORGET ALL ABOUT RIO! He exits, slamming the door. For a few seconds Clyde stands in the middle of the room. He then pulls off his bowtie hatefully and throws it against the wall. CLYDE Wonder what all that shit was about? He sits behind the desk and props his feet up, then takes a long swig from the bottle and pauses, thinking. He chuckles to himself and then begins laughing heartily as he pulls out a phone book and begins leafing through it. CLYDE Spend, spend, spend, huh? He stops at a page, finds a number, and dials the phone. After a few beats... WOMAN'S VOICE: (on phone, filtered) Mabel's Escorts, can I help you? Clyde pulls out a credit card and looks at it, smiling. CLYDE Absolutely... Fade to black. Roll credits. Fade in... SCENE 3--EXTERIOR Acme International. Night. SCENE 4--INTERIOR Guard Station, night. Officer Murkeson, his guard hat tipped back and his jacket draped over his chair, has his feet up on the security desk and is drinking a cup of coffee. A buzzer buzzes and he flips a switch next to a microphone. MURK Acme International. State your business. VALERIE (over speaker, filtered) Quit kidding around and let me in, will you? My tits are freezing off! MURK Valerie? VALERIE You were expecting someone else? MURK Okay, I'll buzz you in. Push against the gate when you hear it click. VALERIE Okay. Murk pushes a button on the desk and we hear a distant buzz. After a few beats, Valerie walks up to the glass doors and waves to him. He smiles and unlocks the door. MURK Val! Don't tell me it's Wednesday already! VALERIE You know it is, big guy! I've been horny all week! She sits on the edge of the desk and they kiss passionately. After an exciting few minutes, Becky, the call girl, comes in through the open glass door. BECKY (softly) Excuse me, where can I find Mr. Terwilliger's office? They ignore her. She steps closer to the desk. BECKY Excuse me, I'm from Mabel's Escorts... They don't appear to have heard her. She is about to tap Murk on the shoulder when she sees his guard jacket with the badge on it hanging on the chair. BECKY Oh shit! You're SECURITY! She slinks past the two. Murk and Val are getting very intimate when the phone rings. Becky dashes for the closet door and hides before she's seen. Murk looks around, perplexed, until he sees the phone. He picks it up, trying to keep his voice calm as Val distracts him. MURK (clearing throat) Um... Acme International, Officer Murkeson, Chief of Security, speaking... MAN'S VOICE Cut the shit, Murk, it's Willie. MURK Willie? He looks longingly at Valerie. MURK Listen, Willie, could you call back in a bit? I've kinda got my hands full... MAN'S VOICE No kidding. That's why I'm calling, asshole! You're wife is on the way! MURK Wife? (chuckles) Which one? MAN'S VOICE Desiree *'. MURK (thinking) Desiree *'... Desiree *'... oh shit, the one with the axe? MAN'S VOICE Yeah, I thought you'd like to know. MURK Thanks, buddy. I owe ya a beer. He hangs up. Val strokes his chest. VALERIE Fun and games aren't over yet, are they? MURK Not by a long shot... He glances down at the control panel and we see a blinking light marked "Gate". MURK (nervous) Say, you didn't leave the gate open when you came in, did you? VALERIE You told me to, silly! You said they'd ask questions if you buzzed people in too often! Why, is there a problem? MURK Not yet, but my wife's coming over so we'll have to cut it short. (looks at dick and winces) I mean, if we keep screwing, it might be a close shave... (winces) I mean, you may have to split... (winces) VALERIE Oh, shut up! She grabs him and they continue the scene. Cut to: SCENE 5--TERWILLIGER'S OFFICE. Clyde is pacing back and forth, looking at his watch. Cut to SCENE 6--GUARD STATION DESIREE *' (offscreen, loudly) Zeke! VALERIE What was that? MURK It's Donna!, I'm mean, Debbie! I mean, Desiree *'! Only my wives call me Zeke! VALERIE Wives? MURK Wives? Did I say wives? I meant wife... He jumps up and gives Val a handful of her clothes, steering her towards the closet. VALERIE What are you doing? MURK Hide in here, just for awhile, until I can figure out what to do. VALERIE But Murk... DESIREE *' (offscreen) ZEKE, YOU BASTARD! WHERE ARE YOU? MURK Just shut up and get in there! Chop Chop! He winces, grabs his crotch and runs offscreen. Desiree *' bursts in, carrying an axe. Once inside she hides it behind her back. DESIREE *' (sweetly) Zeke, honey, darling? Where are you, sweetheart? Quick cut to: SCENE 7--INTERIOR BROOM CLOSET. Val, facing the door, bumps into Becky. Becky looks Val up and down approvingly. BECKY Well, hell-O! They embrace and go into a hot scene. Cut to: SCENE 8--GUARD STATION AND HALLWAY. Desiree *' exits down the hall and past the CEO's office and men's bathroom, glancing maniacally about. After she passes the men's room door Mr. Terwilliger opens it and enters the hall, walking toward the security station. His jacket is draped over the arm carrying the briefcase. TERWILLIGER I thought that fucking guard would never leave! He walks toward the glass doors when the security desk buzzes loudly. He's about to ignore it when it buzzes again and we hear a filtered woman's voice. AGENT GRUBBINS Hello? Is there anybody there? Terwilliger walks over to the frantically droning board and eventually pushes a button. TERWILLIGER (into mike) um... Hello? AGENT GRUBBINS Yes, hello? I'm Agent Grubbins of the CIA, I have to speak with a Mr. Terwilliger. Would you let me in please? Terwilliger is very worried. He looks around, trying to think of something. He sees Murk's jacket and hat, and smiles. He pushes the button. TERWILLIGER Mr. Terwilliger? I'm not sure he's expecting you. AGENT GRUBBINS (filtered) Listen, whoever you are, I've only got a 3-hour layover and I have to talk to this Terwilliger before I go back to Washington. Now, will you let me in? TERWILLIGER Um, yeah, sure. Just a minute. He tucks the briefcase and suit jacket under the desk, untying his tie. He looks frantically on the desk until he finds the gate button and presses it. He then quickly dons Murk's hat and jacket. A few beats later he walks to the door and opens it for Agent Grubbins. She flashes him her badge. AGENT GRUBBINS Cynthia Grubbins, CIA. And you are... Mr. T. looks back and forth frantically. What is his security guy's name? He then looks down at the name tag on Murk's jacket and smiles. TERWILLIGER Um... Murkeson. Officer Zeke Murkeson, Security Chief. (pause) Excuse me for appearing so nervous, but I've never met a real CIA agent before... AGENT GRUBBINS Forget about it. I just became one yesterday, so I'm still kind of getting used to it. I'm a little nervous myself. TERWILLIGER So... what do you want to talk to...um... Mr. Terwilliger about? AGENT GRUBBINS I'm afraid I can't tell you, it's restricted. I just want to ask him a few questions. Where can I find him? TERWILLIGER Where can you find him? He looks around nervously, and then smiles slyly as he glances at his office door. TERWILLIGER Um... he's just down the end of the hall. The office marked "Private." AGENT GRUBBINS Thank you. You've been very helpful, Officer Murkeson. After I've finished talking to Mr. Terwilliger I'll want to talk to you, all right? TERWILLIGER Um... Fine with me, lady. She heads down the hall. Cut to: SCENE 9--INTERIOR BROOM CLOSET. Val and Becky are still going at it. Cut to: SCENE 10--INTERIOR TERWILLIGER'S OFFICE. Agent Grubbins opens the door. Clyde jumps out at her from behind the door, kissing her unexpectedly. CLYDE You took your sweet-ass time getting here! AGENT GRUBBINS Excuse me? You are Mr. Terwilliger, aren't you? CLYDE Um... yeah! The agency said you'd be here in an hour! AGENT GRUBBINS (confused) You mean, the Agency called here? CLYDE No, I called you here! The agency arranged it. Don't they teach you girls anything? AGENT GRUBBINS You called me here? Why? Clyde starts undressing. CLYDE C'mon, quit stalling! Drop 'em! AGENT GRUBBINS What are you talking about? CLYDE Your clothes! Take them off! Why do you think you're here? AGENT GRUBBINS (confused, then brightening) Oh, I get it. A debriefing! My instructors taught me all about this. She begins removing her clothes. Clyde freezes when he sees her shoulder holster and pistol. CLYDE What's that for? AGENT GRUBBINS Why Mr. Terwilliger, I thought you knew! Everyone in the Agency has one. CLYDE Boy, I guess your bosses really look out for you girls. Once naked, they stand together and embrace, moving into a hot scene. Cut to: SCENE 11--INTERIOR BROOM CLOSET. The girls have finished and are cuddling. VALERIE That was nice. BECKY Yeah, but you know what? I could really go for a guy right now. VALERIE Me too. Cut to: SCENE 12--HALLWAY. Terwilliger, still in Murk's jacket and hat, is creeping around. TERWILLIGER That CIA bitch can't be THAT stupid. In the distance he hears a woman's footsteps. Panicking, he backs into the broom closet. Cut to: SCENE 13--INTERIOR BROOM CLOSET. The girls grab Terwilliger from behind. BECKY Yippee! VALERIE (skeptical) Wait a minute, what are you doing wearing my boyfriend's jacket? TERWILLIGER Um... I was cold? BECKY (horny) The question is, why hasn't he taken it off yet? VALERIE Yeah, I guess it is. They pile on him and he is helpless. A few minutes later all three are strenuously enjoying themselves. Cut to: SCENE 14--GUARD STATION. Murk is sneaking around, listening cautiously for his wife. DESIREE *' (offscreen) ZEKE! Murk jumps, and then runs to the security desk. He sees Terwilliger's briefcase and jacket under there, shrugs, and puts them on top of the desk before he hides beneath it. Desiree *' enters from the hallway, looking around. DESIREE *' Zeke? Honey? She pokes her head in the broom closet. Cut to: SCENE 15--BROOM CLOSET. The guard's hat is hanging on the inside doorknob. Terwilliger's head is buried between Val's legs, obscuring his face. Desiree *' pokes her head in. DESIREE *' Oh, excuse me, terribly sorry. I'll just close the door... She looks down and sees Murk's hat hanging on the knob. She takes it as the door closes. Cut to: SCENE 16--INTERIOR BROOM CLOSET. Terwilliger looks at the door, shrugs, and turns his attention back to the girls. Cut to: SCENE 17--HALLWAY. Desiree *' is pacing angrily. DESIREE *' Fucking around on me again, aren't you, Zeke? I thought so... Clyde enters from Terwilliger's office, rumpled but with a big smile on his face. Desiree *' drops the axe. CLYDE (shocked) Mrs. Terwilliger! What are you doing here? DESIRE (to herself) Two can play at this game. She grabs Clyde's shirt. DESIRE C'mere, you. She pulls him into the men's room. Cut to: SCENE 18--MEN'S ROOM. Desiree *' pushes Clyde up against the wall for a raunchy revenge fuck. Cut to: SCENE 19--HALLWAY. Terwilliger has disentangled himself from the girls in the closet and, picking up the guard's hat, exits toward the desk. A few beats later, Agent Grubbins exits Terwilliger's office and follows him. Cut to: SCENE 20--GUARD STATION. Murk is standing and stretching but as he hears people approach, he hides back under the desk. Terwilliger, still wearing the jacket and now putting on the hat, is sitting in a chair off to the side of the station, catching his breath. Agent Grubbins enters, composing herself. AGENT GRUBBINS Officer Murkeson? Officer Zeke Murkeson? TERWILLIGER Huh? I mean, yes? She approaches him, smiling, with her hand in her purse. She quickly pulls out a pair of handcuffs and cuffs him. AGENT GRUBBINS (professional) You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent... TERWILLIGER What are you talking about? AGENT GRUBBINS You have been charged with 27 counts of bigamy. Ordinarily, the FBI would have been called in to investigate, but since 7 of them were au pair girls from Sweden it made it an international problem, so the CIA was called in. We have to keep good relations with Sweden these days, you know. You have the right to an attorney... TERWILLIGER Wait a minute. Why did you have to talk to... um... to my boss, Mr. Terwilliger? AGENT GRUBBINS Well, initially to look at your personell file, your W-2 forms, things like that. But Mr. Terwilliger... (she drifts) ...Mr. Terwilliger was a bit distracting. (comes back to reality) If you can't afford one, an attorney will be appointed for you. She stands, holding on to the handcuffs. He gets to his feet as they head for the door. AGENT GRUBBINS Do you understand these rights? Mr. Murkeson? TERWILLIGER Huh? Wait a minute! You've got it all wrong, I'm really Terwilliger! See, I'm just wearing this jacket, it's not mine... AGENT GRUBBINS Yeah, right. Tell it to the judge. TERWILLIGER Judge? They exit. Murk gets up from beneath the desk, cautiously. Val runs to his arms. VALERIE What was all that about bigamy, Murk? MURK Just forget about it. It looks like it's been taken care of, anyway. Say... VALERIE What? MURK I've got a friend who owes me a favor, owns a beach place in Cabo San Lucas. Feel like a vacation in Mexico? VALERIE Wonderful! (hugs him) But what about your job? MURK I can always find another. Valerie glances at the briefcase on the desk and picks it up. VALERIE Whose is this? MURK I dunno. I guess Mr. Terwilliger left it. They open it. It's filled with money. Val starts counting it while Murk looks at the tickets. He turns to Val. MURK Hey, honey? Screw Cabo. We're goin' to Rio! VALERIE (holding up money) In style, too! MURK Yeah! And could you do me a favor? VALERIE What, Murk? MURK Call me Zeke. VALERIE Really? Okay, Zeke. MURK Thanks, Veronica. VALERIE (punching his arm) It's Valerie! MURK Yeah, Valerie, that's what I meant. Valerie! They take the briefcase and exit. In comes Clyde and Desiree *', holding hands. Desiree *''s other hand is behind her back. DESIREE *' Love me? CLYDE Well, gee, Mrs. Murkeson, I don't know... She pulls the axe from behind her back. DESIRE (sweetly) What was that, dear? CLYDE (panicked) Oh, absolutely! Positively! They exit. After a few beats, Becky exits from the broom closet and enterts Terwilliger's office. Cut to: SCENE 21--INTERIOR TERWILLIGER'S OFFICE. Becky sits behind the desk and puts her feet up. She sees the bottle Clyde was drinking from and takes a healthy slug. As she's putting the bottle down she spies Terwilliger's wallet on the desk. She picks it up, smiles, and dials a number on the phone. WOMAN'S VOICE Mabel's Escorts. BECKY Mabel? This is Becky. I finally got out here, but the guy wasn't home. WOMAN'S VOICE Yeah? Shame. You want another appointment? BECKY No. She pulls a large wad of money from the wallet and starts counting it. BECKY In fact, I think I'm gonna take a break for awhile. She smiles at the camera. Fade to black. Roll credits. During the credits, roll the following... "Under the First Amendment to the Constitution, this video and photoplay are considered Constitutionally-protected free speech." THE END