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Macleod’s
Macleod’s is a delicatessen that operates in the large college town of Ramsey, located on 703 College Avenue. Macleod’s is owned by the elderly, misanthropic Scottish immigrant Fergus Macleod. Mr. Macleod does not treat his employees well but does mistakenly pay them very well, due to his inability to balance his own books (which stems from his lack of education back in Glasgow). The mistake in question is a result of failing to carry a one, hence employees make $17.25 per hour, instead of $7.25, minimum wage. Despite the error, the delicatessen is a very profitable business, probably due to its location near a lot of student housing and bars.
It is clear to see why a job at Macleod’s is highly sought after by students looking to pay through college. One such student is the good-natured sophomore William “Will” Kidwelly. Will has spent his freshman year lost as lost can be. He also accidentally spent four years of college tuition money on freshman year textbooks (he bought new editions of all thirteen of his textbook). Now he has to pay his way through college on his own.
Moira Higgins is a senior year student who has been working at Macleod’s since her sophomore year. Moira is an alcoholic and a misanthrope, just like her boss and she rarely pays attention to the customers’ orders, and if she does, he messes them up completely. It is unknown as to how goes to class. Moira, when not drunk, loses her negative behavior and becomes a somewhat decent person.
Another worker at Macleod’s is former football star Julius Church. Now a junior, Julius was an all-state wide receiver before he broke both ankles at a recruiting event. No longer able to play, Julius has to work at Macleod’s to make up for the athletic scholarship money he no longer has. Julius is a hard worker who puts up with Moira’s antics since he feels that it is part of God’s plan for him (he also finds them pretty funny sometimes).
Next door, at 701 College Ave, is a novelty goods shop by the name of Wilks’ Gifts, owned by recent Ramsey College graduate Betten “Betty” Wilks. Betty possesses a young graduate’s sense of high self worth, exuberance, and blind confidence. She bought out the previous owner of 701 College Ave (a falafel shop) and started her own business selling trinkets and baubles. She frequents Macleod’s for lunch.
Across the street from Macleod’s is rival delicatessen O’Meara’s, owned by Irish immigrant Murray O’Meara. Mr. O’Meara and Mr. Macleod have a fierce rivalry due to their ethnicities, both of whom hold theirs very closely. Mr. O’Meara has many of the same personality quirks and traits that Mr. Macleod has.
Next to O’Meara’s is Jack’s Pub, a pub of ill-repute and two dollar Long Island iced tea Tuesday.
 
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Scene: Macleod’s delicatessen around 11:00 am in August. Moira is seen sweeping the floors and Julius is at the cash register shooting crumpled-up receipts into a nearby trashcan. No one is inside besides those two. Macleod’s delicatessen is a long, narrow store with a glass façade. Two rows of tables lie on the right side. A three-foot high divider separates the tables from the line, which is next to the food prep station and the cash register. A rear hallway goes to the bathrooms and a staircase that goes up to Mr. Macleod’s quarters. Hall and Oates’ “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)” plays quietly over the stores speakers. Neither Julius nor Moira are saying anything.
Running footsteps are heard in the distance.
Will quickly opens the door, creating a ding sound. Will looks visibly exhausted and is panting at the door.
Will – “MY NAME IS WILL AND I NEED A JOB.”
Neither Moira nor Julius interrupt what they’re doing.
Will – “I SAID: ‘MY NAME IS WILL AND I NEED A
JOOOOOOOB.’”
A crumpled-up receipt hits Will. Will is flustered.
Julius – “You want a job? Why don’t you go to the bookstore, you sandal-wearing freshman.”
Will – “I am
not a freshman. I am a
sophomore. I
actually know what I’m doing!”
Julius – “Uh huh. Sure
seems like it.”
Will – “First, it’s almost ninety degrees outside; I need comfortable footwear! Secondly, if I don’t get a job I could
staaaaaarve.”
Moira finally recognizes Will’s presence. Moira is visibly intoxicated.
Moira – “Why doncha ask good ol’ Mr. Macleod aboucha yer job?”
Will – “Thank you! Miss… Miss… oh
darn it I’ll learn your name later.”
Will scampers across the length of the deli before realizing he doesn’t know where or who Mr. Macleod is. Will turns around and looks at Moira, then at Julius, then back to Moira. Both of them motion up. Will turns around and prepares to run before realizing he doesn’t know how to get upstairs. Will turns around and looks at Moira, then at Julius, then back to Moira. Both of them motion left. Will is little bit embarrassed.
Will runs up the stairs and sees a door; it’s the only door in a hallway. Will looks puzzled for a second before realizing this must be Mr. Macleod’s quarters. Will knocks.
A rustling sound is made in the room. Several grunts and Scottish-accented swears are made. The door opens and an old, smelly Scotsman opens the door. He looks a lot like Walder Frey from Game of Thrones.
Fergus – “WHAT IS IT?”
Will is able to see into Mr. Macleod’s room. It is unbelievably messy, with papers and empty bottles of scotch lying everywhere. A large Scottish flag covers the only window into the room, making it dark.
Will – “I… would like a job..?”
Fergus – “A JOB? IS THAT WADDAYA WANT? SURE! I NEED ME AN EXTRA HAND FOR THE NEW SEMESTER. TELL ME, BOY, WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”
Will was delighted at the smelly man’s promise, but still put off by his stench.
Will – “My name is, uh, William H. Kidwelly.”
Fergus – “KIDWELLY? THAT DON’T BE AN IRISH NAME IS IT? WHERE YA FROM?”
Will wasn’t sure of his ancestry. His family has been in America for a while. So Will’s elite skills in making stuff up came in handy.
Will – “Uh, no, sir. Not at all, sir. It’s a, uh,
Welsh, uh, name. Yea, my family is from Wales.”
Mr. Macleod stares down Will and takes a close look at his face.
Fergus – “Alright, boy, yer hired…”
Mr. Macleod shuts the door loudly. After it shut, Will has a child-like expression of joy on his face and starts doing a celebratory dance. Will starts walking back down the hall and stairs, down to where Moira and Julius are.
Will reenters the dining room holding his head up high looking and feeling like a million dollars.
Will – “Guess who got hired?
This guuuuuuuuy!”
Moira, who is still sweeping the same square foot of floor stops what she’s doing and walks over to Will. She hands him the broom.
Moira – “Aight ya brat, why don’t ya broom up the place and shut up? Also, go to the closet in the back and why doncha get yourself a smock, ya biscuit.”
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) and Five years studying literature in college -- and I can't write a screenplay worth making a TV show out of. So, I'm stuck being the "idea man."
