Simon Says – Sick Day



The room is furnished with couches and chairs that don’t match, and the walls are painted a sickly green. Wooden masks hang along the back wall, and a wooden man with a spear stands in the corner.

EMILIO is lying across a couch staring at the TV. He lifts a piece of toast to his mouth. Nibbling the corner, crumbs fall down his shirt. Emilio lowers the toast and looks up to the ceiling.

The SOUND of the front door opening interrupts him. He glances towards the hallway as he hears thuds in the doorway. SHAUNA enters followed by TOM and ROB.

SHAUNA: What’s this rumour that you’re sick?

Emilio looks at them then turns away and shrugs.

EMILIO: I’m sick.

Shauna pushes papers on the coffee table to the side and sits down.

SHAUNA: You don’t get sick. You can’t get sick.

Emilio sighs and turns to look at her. He glances over to Tom and Rob.

EMILIO: You guys going to stand there like idiots?

Tom and Rob glance at each other then move to a couch and sit down. Emilio shakes his head then turns back to Shauna.

EMILIO (CONT’D): It’s a simple plan. Even Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum over there could figure it out.

Tom jumps to his feet, but Rob grabs his arm. Tom looks down at him as Rob shakes his head. Tom lowers himself back to the couch.

TOM: You’re lucky my good sense saved you.

Emilio rolls his eyes.

SHAUNA: I don’t care how simple the instructions are. I don’t like having you bail in the homestretch.

Emilio sits up, grimacing at her.

EMILIO: You want me to throw up all over your take? I think you can manage a single job without me.

Shauna glances back to Tom and Rob. They shrug. Shauna exhales and turns back to Emilio.

SHAUNA: You’re that sick?

Emilio covers his mouth as he lets out a dramatic cough.

EMILIO: So ill.

Shauna places her hand on her head and massages her temple.

SHAUNA: I want half your take.

Emilio laughs, but it turns into a cough. Shauna remains straight-faced.

EMILIO: You serious?

Shauna nods.

EMILIO (CONT’D): Fifteen percent.

SHAUNA: Forty.

EMILIO: I can’t go any higher than twenty five.

SHAUNA: Thirty.

Emilio crosses his arms.

EMILIO: Maybe I should go and throw up all over your take.

SHAUNA: Thirty percent of your take, and you can get all the beauty sleep your little face requires.

Tom and Rob snicker. Emilio shoots them a look. Their expressions go blank.
EMILIO: Fine, but if anything goes wrong, it’s out of your take.

Shauna stands.

SHAUNA: Nothing will go wrong. It’s a simple plan.

Shauna walks towards the exit, gesturing for Tom and Rob to follow. They stand, and Emilio watches as they all leave. Once he hears the door shut, he picks up his phone and makes a phone call.

EMILIO: I think I just heard someone planning a robbery.



Simon Says – The Party Is Here



An office building stands taller than the rest of the buildings on the block. It’s wall of glass shines in the sunlight as taxis pass by below.

NATE steps out of the front door, carrying a box of miscellaneous items. He is in his mid thirties, clean shaven and well kept. He is clothed in a suit, but his tie hangs loose around his neck. Glancing back at the building for a second, he turns and walks down the steps to the street.

Once he reaches the bottom of the steps, he raises his hand to hail a taxi, but the box begins to fall from his arm. Doubling over, he tries to regain it. A taxi stops at the curb. Nate gets his grip on the box. The taxi begins to pull away, but Nate rushes over and pulls the door open.


The door swings open, and Nate glances inside. The apartment is dim with strobe lights flashing various primary colours. Paintings break the empty expanses of walls.

GEORGE is holding the door open. He’s in his late twenties and wears expensive clothes. He clears his throat.

GEORGE: You coming in?

Nate notice the droves of PEOPLE bustling around the apartment, drinks in hand.

NATE: I think so.

Nate steps closer, but George puts his hand out, stopping him.

GEORGE: Who’d you get the invite from?

Nate stares at George. He shakes his head.

NATE: I don’t remember anymore.

George shrugs.

GEORGE: Hey, what the hell. Don’t sweat it. Welcome to my pad.

George steps back, letting Nate inside. Nate steps into the apartment, nodding to George. ALICE dances past. She stops and turns back to them.

ALICE: Nate, you made it.

Nate turns to George.

NATE: I guess we found my invite.

Alice grabs him by the arm. Nate looks to her.

ALICE: I’m so glad you’re here. I was getting tired of walking to the bar.

She drops her cup into his hand.

ALICE (CONT’D): Could you get me a gin and tonic. Thanks.

NATE: Could we talk?

Alice has already left. Nate watches after her as she bounces over towards the DJ. Nate turns to George, but he is already gone. Nate looks down at the cup in his hand.


Nate is sitting beside the bar. He lifts Alice’s cup.

NATE: Another gin and tonic.

The BARTENDER sighs as he walks over. He refills the cup and hands it back to Nate. Nate chugs back half of it when Alice taps him on the shoulder.

ALICE: Is that my drink?

Nate turns to her. He looks down into what is left of the drink and holds it out to her. Alice rolls her eyes and turns to the bartender.

ALICE (CONT’D): Gin and tonic please.

The bartender slams a cup down and begins filling it.

BARTENDER: I can make other drinks if anyone cared.

He hands Alice her drink.

ALICE: Thanks.

The bartender grumbles as he turns away. Alice turns to Nate.

ALICE (CONT’D): What’s up?

Nate leans on the bar.

NATE: Work sucks.

Alice sips her drink.

ALICE: That place is such a dump.

NATE: Sucks more that it’s gone.

Alice lowers her drink. Nate finishes his off then glances to her.

ALICE: They didn’t.

Nate nods.

ALICE (CONT’D): I just got hired there.

Nate raises his cup.

NATE: Good for them.

Nate downs the rest of his drink.

NATE (CONT’D): All the best to you.

He walks away. Alice finishes her drink and raises her hand.

ALICE: Another please.

The music changes tempo, and she spins around, bobbing along to it.