Landlocked
A wrecked boat in dry dock. One person living on it (Molly) and a cat named Mr Pickles who owns them both. A tragicomedy about the distance between where you are and where you were going. Measured in excuses, not miles.
INT. TICKET OFFICE BOOTH - DAY
A service window. Smudged glass, a small grille to speak through. The view from inside the booth, looking out. Fixed. The POV of whichever poor soul has to listen to-
MOLLY (40s, scarves, layers, mostly wool, and a tatty tote bag) She’s holding a lead attached to...
MOLLY
Right, okay, so- and I can see why you'd think that, I totally can, but if you'd just let me- yes, I know what it says in the- but if you could just- He's a dog.
Molly nods, confirming this.
MOLLY
He is. He's definitely a dog called...
(tiny pause)
...called Rex and I have, somewhere, I have his documentation, which I printed at home but the printer's been a bit difficult since Derek kept the good one.
A pause. Something crosses her face.
MOLLY
Which is- well, that's Derek's choice, that's completely within his- I'm not going to-