SCENE INT.LIVING ROOM. DAYTIME
A MOTHER AND FATHER ARE SITTING IN THEIR LIVING ROOM AND ARE ABOUT TO GIVE THEIR TEENAGE SON A LECTURE
DAD:
Now Richard your mother and I are really worried about you. Now the other night when you were out with your friends you called us up, right?
[Richard knods]
DAD CONTINUED:Well son, we're concerned.
RICHARD:
Why?
MUM:
Well it was your tone darling, you just seemed so happy to talk to me you were on the phone for about half an hour just jabbering away
RICHARD:
And? Can'tI just ring you up for a chat?
DAD:
Well it’s not really like you is it son, it was all a bit you know..
RICHARD:
What?
DAD:
Odd
MUM:
You told me you loved me darling
DAD:
See,odd. I don't even sa-
[Mum cuts dad short with a look]
MUM:
(TO RICHARD)We’re going to be straight with you and before we ask you we want you to be grown up about this
RICHARD:
I'm sixteen
DAD:
Yes we know and a very mature sixteen you are too, now son, we want you to be totally truthful with us, this is what our family is all about. Honesty.
MUM:
What your father’s trying to say
DAD:
What WE’RE trying to say..well ask is.
RICHARD:
What?
DAD/MUM:
Have you been taking drugs?
RICHARD:
What? How can you say that of course I haven’t? What kind of person do you think I am some kind of hoodlum or something you know me better than that?
DAD:
But do we son? Do we? I've been your age, come on we’ve all done it had a tote on (MIMES SMOKING AND HOLDS IN THE IMAGINARY SMOKE) a spliff,(RELEASES THE IMAGINARY SMOKE) the old dooby.
RICHARD:
Dooby?
DAD:
TO MUM Is that right? Dooby? (FLICKS IMAGINARY JOINT AWAY)
MUM:
Yeah, that’s what we used to call them.
RICHARD:
(DISBELIEF)What?
DAD:
Oh yeah, we're not squares son we totally understand if you've experimented, you're a teenager, we're with it son, we know what goes down, we just want you to let us know the dealio. Be staright dude.
RICHARD:
I am being!
DAD:
Hmm
MUM:
Have you been taking drugs?
RICHARD:
No I-
[Mum produces cigarette papers from behind her and holds them up, we see Richards face drop, he breaks down]
RICHARD CONTINUED: Okay, Okay I smoked a bit of weed, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
[Dad takes the cigarette papers and walks around the room pacing like a detective about to reveal who did it.]
DAD:
Good son, you've come clean, we have all the evidence here, The King Size Rizla, a relatively recent phenomenon, back in my day, we had to stick small papers together, where did that fifth Rizla go?
[Mum shrugs her shoulders puzzled]
DAD CONTINUED:
I call upon the next piece of evidence.
[We see Richards face panic; it all seems so serious now]
DAD CONTINUED:
This little contraption, this is what is known as a grinder, these can be purchased from (AIR QUOTES) "Head Shops" (HOLDS IT UP IN THE AIR) one places the marijuana in here and then (TWISTS IT) it's twisted and then (OPENS IT) and there you go ground down to be put in a wacky baccy cigarette! (TO RICHARD FACE TO FACE)Isn’t that right son! (TO MUM) Not like the old days dear, where we had to tear it up with our fingers, these young uns have got it easy!
[Dad throws it in the air and catches it then places it deep into his pocket they both sit next to Richard, Richard looks uncomfortable.]
DAD CONTINUED:
(Stern) What really want to know son is where did you get it from? Who's your supplier?
RICHARD:
(PANICKING) I er , I erm?
DAD:
(ALL NICE) Because we could really do with getting some
MUM:
Yes dear, there's been a bit of a drought recently and our man has been sent down for a few years so if you know of anyone that'd be great.
RICHARD:
Well erm? I don't..
MUM:
Don't worry darling, we'll give you some
[Dad puts his arm around Richard]
DAD:
Mummy'll to make some cakes, you'd like that wouldn't you son?
MUM:
Sorted
FADE OUT
