Dream Job

Dream Job is the fifth episode of the British sitcom Peep Show''. ''It aired on October 17, 2003. Lines in parentheses indicate internal monologues spoken by the characters via voice-over.

Transcript
[Opening credits]

[Mark is preparing for an interview that would give him a promotion]

Mark: (If I get promoted to loan supervisor, that's an extra 160 a month. Four months - weekend in Zurich. If I get it. I should've ironed my - why didn't I iron my fucking tie?!)

Sophie: Hey Mark. I thought you'd be out by now.

Mark: Nope. Not out yet. Haven't been in yet. (Lovely soft face)

Sophie: Remember, it's just Barbara and Lucy in there. Relax, have a bloody good laugh.

Mark: You're right. Totally right. A laugh. Have a nice laugh. Do you think Jeff's charity squash stuff is gonna count for much?

Sophie: Mark, don't worry, it's gonna be fine. I'm sure you'll get it. [Kisses him]

Mark: (Oohhh…) Sophie, have you ever been to Zurich?

Sophie: What?

Mark: (Too much! Too much!) Very clean, apparently. Ruthlessly clean. Talking of which, badminton round-robin. You still on for Wednesday?

Sophie: Yep. Still on.

Mark: And I was thinking, afterwards...

[Jeff exits the interview]

Jeff: Hey Sophie. [To Mark] Hey fuckface, you're on.

Mark: (Forget it mate, you're dead in the water. I'm going to be relaxing all over you) [Enters the interview]

[Jez is meeting Super Hans at the recording studio]

Super Hans: Welcome to my world.

Jez: Man, I am so glad you got me in here.

Super Hans: Nice.

Jez: Wicked. So, let's go down to the studio and start riffing on some shit, yeah?

Super Hans: Totally, yeah. Although one of us obviously has to be on reception at any one time unless Hazel can cover. That's really important.

Jez: OK, I get it. The code, yeah? We bide our time until we pick the perfect moment to start really shaking shit up and get noticed.

Super Hans: Yeah, although one of the best ways to get noticed early on is to pick up a four-pinter on the way in, ask Ron if he wants a latte… [Jez takes of his hat to reveal a weird looking earring] Jesus, man! What happened? You got like a Blair Witch ear.

Jez: Oh yeah. That's Toni's. You know, next-door Toni.

Super Hans: Oh, the one you wrote to [Mimics guitar playing] Toni's theme for?

Jez: She's like some kind of drug. Kind of like ketamine… but with nicer hair.

Super Hans: Well, you're all set, ain't you? You, my friend, are a music studio reception runner now. Gets the women hot.

Jez: Yeah?

Super Hans: Oh yeah. It's a savage garden my friend. A savage garden.

Jez: (Shall I ask what he means?)

[Mark is returning to his desk after finishing the interview]

Mark: (The interview went really well. Glad I didn't mention the phones. Keep the big idea on ice for now. Maybe I should've mentioned the blind kids. Although I could've sounded like I just did it for my CV. I definitely did not do that just for my CV.)

Sophie: Mark?

Mark: Hey Sophie!

Sophie: Mark, Barbara's asked me to let you know there's news.

Mark: What's… They didn't give it to Jeff?

Sophie: No, no they didn't.

Mark: [Gets out of his chair] YES!!

Sophie: Mark, let me… Sit down. Erm, they didn't give it to Jeff but they didn't give it you either.

Mark: Is this… Is this a funny joke?

Sophie: No Mark, listen. This is… It's weird, really weird, but Barbara, she asked me to temporarily take over the supervisor role.

Mark: Well good, that's really good. Great, well I'll just get on with these. [Spills tea over his desk]

Sophie: Oh, let me-!

Mark: It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! So what happened, congratulations. What the hell happened.

Sophie: Apparently, Barbara thought no-one came up to the required standards and they decided as an interim...

Mark: Sure, sure. What's the real deal? What's the story behind the story?

Sophie: Does there need to be a…?

Mark: No, I mean you know… You know how I think of you but you've got to say I'm the better loan manager. Right, you've got to say that.

Sophie: Right, well...

Mark: You've got to say that, haven't you?

Sophie: You're very good at your job Mark.

Mark: Well thanks boss.

Sophie: That's quite alright. Now do you reckon you can finish off the Hertfordshire file?

Mark: Yeah, right.

Sophie: By tonight?

Mark: You're serious?

Sophie: Well, it's not a big… just...

Mark: No, totally. That's fine. Fine. Yep, I'll do that. Fine [Sophie leaves] (And if you could just dance a death clogged dance al over my hopes and dreams and leaves a girl turd in my happy place…) [Starts squishing a stress ball] (Shit! I should've milked this blindies dry!)