RYAN HANSEN SOLVES CRIMES on TELEVISION* "Pilot" Written by Rawson Marshall Thurber REVISED January 28Th, 2017
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RYAN HANSEN SOLVES CRIMES ON TELEVISION* "Pilot" Written by Rawson Marshall Thurber REVISED January 28th, 2017 *though you're probably watching this on your phone and that's cool too. YTR FADE IN: 1 EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY [SHOT ON IPHONE] 1 RYAN HANSEN walks briskly along a Hollywood sidewalk, talking directly to us via his iPhone video camera. RYAN Hey. Hi. Before you turn this off or change the channel or click on something else -- just gimme a second. This is our pilot and we're still figuring some stuff out. Tone, character, plot. But I think it's gonna be good. Long term, I'm optimistic. I mean, this is a pretty decent start right? Direct address. Break the fourth wall. Deadpool shit. Kinda Millennial that I'm doing it on my phone. Don't freak though -- this won't be all "Cloverfield" the whole time. By the way, my name is Ryan Han-- --WHAM! Ryan walks right into a SIDEWALK TREE, eating shit and dropping his phone. It cracks. RYAN (cont'd) (pained) Ack -- ugh. A HOMELESS MAN leans into frame, looking at us through the broken image, then he shakes his head in disappointment. HOMELESS MAN Fuckin' actors, man. CUT TO: 2 OPENING CREDITS -- INSTAGRAM STYLE: 2 A fun, funny & fast montage of Ryan's Instagram account. Equal parts vapid social media poseur and genuine slice-of- life. We catch glimpses of Ryan doing Ryan things: CrossFit, on- set (#SetLife), auditions (#AuditionLife), nuzzling with his WIFE and three beautiful DAUGHTERS (#LifeLife), posing with slightly confused fans, hawking teeth whitener, etc. YTR 2. 3 EXT. LOS ANGELES RIVER BASIN / FREEWAY UNDERPASS - DAY 3 A CBS-procedural feel as we open on a FLOATER. A DEAD BODY, face down in Los Angeles's, Chinatown iconic, concrete river wash. COPS and a CORONER VAN in the background. A crime scene. Kneeling into frame, we see Ryan dressed in a leather jacket and sunglasses. Looking very much the part. A badge hangs around his neck. Ryan takes off his sunglasses and clocks the body, then glances to the horizon, steely-eyed. RYAN Bad day for a swim. Then-- MATHERS (O.S.) Get the fuck away from the body, asshole. Ryan jumps up, startled. Turning to see JESSICA MATHERS (30s), a no-nonsense LAPD Homicide Detective. MATHERS Can I help you? RYAN I'm Ryan Hansen. MATHERS That literally means nothing to me. Ryan laughs stiffly, shooting a glance at the camera. RYAN Good one. Nice. (beat) I'm your new partner. MATHERS Are you fucking serious? RYAN (steely) As a heart attack. MATHERS Don't say that. You sound stupid. (CONTINUED)YTR 3. 3 CONTINUED: 3 Mathers looks right into the camera, confused. MATHERS (cont'd) What's going on here? RYAN Don't do that -- don't look at the -- it breaks the vibe of the show. Stay here with me. Stay in the moment. MATHERS The moment? I'm this close to arresting you for obstruction of justice and about six other felonies -- one of which is annoying the shit out me. RYAN That's not a law. (beat) Is it? MATHERS Seriously, haircut, this is about to end badly for you. RYAN No, no. I'm legit. The mayor deputized me and everything. See? Ryan lifts up his lanyard badge. MATHERS Did you use a head-shot for your ID photo? RYAN Yeah. Why -- you don't like? I was gonna go with this other one that was a kinda more moody, but I thought this one had a little bit more like dangerous smolder to it, you know? Full deets: I'm going for a Dave Navarro with a gun vibe. But obvi a lot taller. And, also I don't have a gun. MATHERS Thank god for that. (CONTINUED)YTR 4. 3 CONTINUED: (2) 3 RYAN Production wouldn't let me have one -- they said I'm "dangerously unqualified", it's like an insurance thing or something. Super lame right? How am I supposed to be believable in this role if I'm not packing heat? (pointing to her hip holster) Is that a prop gun? Mathers pulls out her sidearm. MATHERS This is a .45 caliber, Kimber 1911 Super Carry Ultra that my dad gave me for Christmas. Ryan has zero idea about what she just said. RYAN Cool. Cool. Anyhow my agents are on the issue -- prolly be slangin' heat by Ep. 2. So no stress. Mathers checks the .45 caliber rounds in her magazine, thumbing them in pointedly. RYAN (cont'd) Are those prop bullets? MATHERS You tell me. I'm about to put one in your femur. RYAN Ha! I love it. You're a total loose cannon. Classic. (beat) Plus, there's already so much odd- couple, will-they-won't-they tension and it's only our first scene. MATHERS Okay. Unless you tell me why you're contaminating my crime scene, I'm going to arrest you right after I shoot you. Mathers racks her pistol. (CONTINUED)YTR 5. 3 CONTINUED: (3) 3 RYAN Pump the brakes, Lil' Lady. Look, here's the deal: the big cheese downtown, El Mayor-o, wanted to get a handle on the recent uptick in crime in the Hollywood area so he deputized a dozen or so high-profile celebrities like me, Scott Caan, Max Greenfield -- though I totally don't think Max is right for the part, do you? Like I'm not sure he's got the chops for a role this layered. Are you a fan? Mathers just stares at him. RYAN (cont'd) Whatever. Not important. Bottom line: me and the other A-listers are supposed to be like Hollywood liaisons for the LAPD, help them solve crimes by using our Industry connections, sense-memory techniques and the gift of channeling "characters", really get inside a perp's head-space -- we're sort of like psychics but real-er and way better looking -- am I right? Mathers looks into the camera again, dumbfounded... MATHERS Seriously? That's the premise of this show? Ryan swallows hard, shooting us a nervous glance. RYAN Yeah. MATHERS And someone actually bought that idea? RYAN Yep. MATHERS And you're getting paid for this? RYAN Scale plus ten. (CONTINUED)YTR 6. 3 CONTINUED: (4) 3 MATHERS Well, I'm in the wrong fucking job. RYAN Hilarious. We're calling it: Celebrity Vice Squad. MATHERS CVS? RYAN Dope, right? MATHERS Yeah, I get all my tampons there. (beat) So you're telling me this is gonna be on TV? RYAN Totally. Well, sort of. It's more of an internet webisode thing at the moment. MATHERS For Netflix? RYAN No. MATHERS Amazon? RYAN Nope. MATHERS Hulu? RYAN YouTube Red. MATHERS The porn site? Ryan laughs tightly, glancing at the camera. RYAN Ha -- no. You're thinking of RedTube. Or maybe YouPorn? Weird, right? (MORE) (CONTINUED)YTR 7. 3 CONTINUED: (5) 3 RYAN (cont'd) Because those are both like super popular online pornography sites. Seems like somebody should've checked. (beat) But enough jaw-jacking. We've got work to do. Ryan kneels down by the body. RYAN (cont'd) (steely) So, what's this floater's story? MATHERS Someone killed him. RYAN (cocky) Maybe. Or maybe that's just what this body wants us to think. You ever read Blink? Malcolm Gladwell. Genius. I'm gonna thin-slice this shit. Follow my gut here. First thought, best thought. Ryan puts his fingers to his temples and closes his eyes, "channeling" something like a psychic. Mathers stares at him in bored disbelief. RYAN (cont'd) Nobody killed him. He drowned. MATHERS Really? You sure? RYAN I trust my instrument. Mathers hooks her boot under the body flipping it over to reveal a NEAT BULLET HOLE in its forehead. Ryan gags. MATHERS No ID. We're running his prints now. Once the computer spits out JD's name here, we can get a home or work address and go from there. RYAN I can tell you where he works right now. The Chateau. (MORE) (CONTINUED)YTR 8. 3 CONTINUED: (6) 3 RYAN (cont'd) (pointing) See? That's their logo on his waist apron. Plus he's wearing a white shirt and black pants -- full on server's uniform -- I bet you he was coming from work when he got his ticket punched. If Mathers is impressed, she hides it well. RYAN (cont'd) See? Hollywood eyes. MATHERS What's The Chateau? RYAN You're joking, right? MATHERS I transferred in six weeks ago. RYAN Really? From where? MATHERS Cleveland. RYAN Uh, gross. (shaking it off) The Chateau Marmont is like the fanciest, classiest place in Hollywood. Belushi died there. MATHERS Alright, I'll pay them a visit. RYAN Oh, they won't let you in without a rezzie. I'll roll with. They know me. Mathers sighs and walks off. Ryan pauses for a beat then pulls out his cellphone to snap a rockin' selfie with the dead body. MATHERS (O.S.) Don't take a fuckin' selfie with the dead body, please! Ryan sneaky snaps one and plays it off, before exiting. YTR 9. 4 EXT. CHATEAU MARMONT - DAY 4 The classiest hotel in Los Angeles. Belushi died here. 5 INT. CHATEAU MARMONT - DAY 5 Ryan, sporting dark "notice me" sunglasses, and Mathers walk through the lobby... MATHERS Called the captain and, unbelievably, your idiotic Hollywood homicide liaison story checked out. Apparently, it really did come down from Mayor Douglas himself. RYAN Told ya. Dougie Fresh is a personal friend. Big time V. Mars fan.