Here’s my submission for Andy’s script challenge this month. I don’t know why, but this is one that really just rolled right off the keyboard. I hope you enjoy it. Anyone who wants to take a crack at drawing it let me know! If Ike comes after us, I am counting on CBLDF’s assistance…
SERVING UP WALL STREET
by Amy Chu
In the heart of New York City’s Financial district, the food truck obsession rises to a new level.
PAGE ONE -FOUR PANELS
A long vertical shot of food trucks parked bumper to bumper on a busy street in the financial district of a big city, say Manhattan. The sun is high in the sky and a clock on one of the buildings shows it’s just a little after noon, the beginning of lunch hour. A crowd has formed, mostly hungry guys in suits, shirt sleeves, and business attire.
CAPTION: It’s a dog-eat-dog world.
CAPTION: A dog-eat-dog world full of douchebags.
Partial close up of one of the food trucks. The sign is cut off but we can make out part of the name “Chester’s M–”. The tops of the heads of the customers are visible.
CAPTION: Everyone thinks they’re a food critic. Especially here on Wall Street.
CUSTOMER : Didja read the Times review about this place?
CUSTOMER: I hear the pork belly is awesome.
Close up of the proprietor Chester in the food cart handing a paper bag in one hand to a guy in a dress shirt and tie and taking his money with the other hand. His face is shadowed by the cap on his head, but he’s in his late thirties or early forties, bearded, wearing a smudged white apron. (See photo reference at the end)
CAPTION: they’re trend obsessed. Pork belly, cupcakes. Commodities, high yield bonds. Makes no difference to them.
Close up of the twenty dollar bill exchanging hands.
CAPTION: What do these pigs know about real culinary art?
CUSTOMER (OP): Hey, I like your blog.
PAGE TWO-FIVE PANELS
PANEL ONE- LARGEST PANEL
We see the pandemonium of the Wall Street lunch hour from Chester’s perspective inside the truck. There are people everywhere- some standing and eating, others holding takeout containers and walking back to their office.
CAPTION: They barely know what they’re stuffing in their mouths.
NAMELESS CUSTOMER 1: I think I saw this guy on the food channel.
NAMELESS CUSTOMER 2: I told him I wanted the sauce on the side. Moron.
NAMELESS CUSTOMER 3: Where’s my order? Jeez, I gotta get back to the desk.
NAMELESS CUSTOMER 4: Wonder if they use transfat?
An investment banker/hedge fund type in his 60s, with slicked back hair, expensive suit and Hermes tie looks straight at the reader and holds up an empty paper wrapper. (See photo reference at the end)
CAPTION: And then there’s the really annoying ones who want to know my secret. Like this asshole.
BANKER (somewhat arrogantly): Amazing. I really need to know what goes into these things. I’m kind of a chef myself.
Chester’s perspective – a straight on view of the banker.
CAPTION: Chef my ass.
CHESTER (OP): No way. Didn’t talk to Tony Bourdain and I’m sure as hell not talking to you. Sorry.
BANKER (exasperated expression): Look I’ll pay you for your time. Just talk to me.
Switch the perspective so we see them from the side. Chester in the truck is elevated and looking down on the banker. The banker looks impatient but Chester is expressionless.
Same side perspective but Chester now leans over the counter and pokes the banker in the chest.
CHESTER: Fine. Tell you what, come back in a few hours when everyone’s cleared out and I’ll show you. Free. You don’t need to pay me. I’ll show you the whole process. Deal?
BANKER (looking startled): Deal.
PAGE THREE – FOUR PANELS
Same shot as page one- just some minor differences to indicate that it’s the next day around the same time.
CAPTION: Another day in this dog-eat-dog business.
Close up of Chester’s food truck, but this time we see the whole sign. It reads “Chester’s Meat Pies.”
CUSTOMER (muching on a pie in hand): Hey, what did you do? It’s a little lean today. And chewier.
CHESTER: Got complaints about the fat content so I’m trying something new.
Rear shot from the inside of the food truck looking out. We see the back of Chester. On the counter is a meat grinder and a clear plastic tub of meat. At his feet is half full black garbage bag and a pile of clothes, a pair of black wingtip oxfords, and the banker’s Hermes tie on top.
CHESTER: Hope you still like it.