A food stylist who is so passionate about food she kills the client on a commercial shoot. The producer, runner and someone from the ad agency then have to decide what to do given a famous person is turning up in 5.
Sasha – the client
Justine – the food stylist
Jimmy – the runner
Erika – the producer
Shay – the art director
Ama – the agency
Reggie Greene – the star
A studio space. A white, wood and stainless steel kitchen sits in the centre. The shelves and surfaces are carefully dressed with fresh fruit and vegetables.
Justine is standing at the counter cutting a pepper with a large knife. Sasha walks in.
Sasha: No, No, No. What’s this?
Justin stops cutting.
Justine: What’s what?
Sasha points at some onions balanced in a bowl.
Justine: A bowl?
Sasha: Exactly. Who has onions balanced in a bowl?
Justine: I do.
Sasha: Yes, Justine, but your a food stylist. You probably have all your spices in ramekins and spaghetti in jars.
Justine: Well, yes.
Sasha: But it’s not normal.
Justine: Nothing about this shoot is normal.
Sasha: It’s all perfectly normal.
Justine: You have Reggie Greene, that woman from that girl group and an Olympic gymnast cooking food. They don’t eat food. I’ve seen them spit out in a napkin.
Sasha: They are all normal people. That’s why we are working with them.
Sasha walks up to Justine behind the counter.
Sasha: Reggie Greene will be here any minute. What are you doing?
Justine: Julienne’ing a pepper.
Sasha: This just isn’t good enough, Justine.
Sasha: Like, I mean, it’s crap. You’ve ruined the whole shoot.
Suddenly, Justine turns to Sasha and stabs her in the face with her knife.
Erika: Sasha, just to let you know Reggie’s car has- Where’s Sasha?
Justine points down.
Erika: Oh fuck. (Shouts) Ama, can I borrow you for a sec?
Ama and Shay enter.
Ama: What’s up?
Erika: Small problem.
Erika steps aside. Ama walks round the counter.
Ama: You killed my client.
Justine: She just ran into my knife.
Ama: With her face?
Justine: She’s not that tall.
Ama: Not again. This is the third client I’ve lost onsite this year. I’ll get a rep.
Erika: This is a disaster. It’s going to set us back at least half an hour.
Jimmy: Sorry, Erika, Mr Greene is downstairs waiting to come up.
Erika: Shut up Jimmy. Go, check on the talent.
Ama: So what are our options?
Erika: We could shoot round her?
Ama: Yes except that talent would have to stand on her to get to the hob.
Shay: How about we dress her with some fennel? Maybe a table cloth?
Ama: Yeah, good Shay. No one will notice that.
Shay: Just bouncing ideas around.
Ama: Erika, do we have a fridge? Or a really large cupboard?
Justine: There’s loads of room under the counter.
Shay: But it’s not long enough.
Erika: We should really call the Police.
Ama: But it will set back the shoot.
Ama: We’ll have to fold Sasha up and put her in the cupboard.
Erika (to Justine): We’ll deal with you later.
Everyone proceeds to fold up Sasha’s body and stuff it in the cupboard under the counter.
Jimmy: Really sorry Erika, he wouldn’t wait.
Reggie Greene enters. Erika, Shay, Justine and Ama all heave themselves up to the surface.
Reggie: I’ve arrived.
Erika: Hey Reggie.
Reggie: How is it going? Any problems?
Erika: No, none at all.