“Why are we here?”
“You know why, don’t lie to me.”
“I don’t know why we're here. Take me back!"
“You're always like this. Lighten up bitch."
“I want to go back ."
“You’re not going back to that hell hole. You think you can just come into this joint and take over. Stick to the status quo. You. Don't. Belong. There."
"I don't belong here either."
"Exactly, why I have this gun. We'll go to somewhere better."
“Please don’t.”
“You like to be tortured, don't you? Why did you even bother going?"
“I…”
“Yes?”
“I… I was invited to the party.”
“Invited my ass. You’re a nobody. You forced your way through. Gatecrashed.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.”
“Enlighten me then.”
“Uh, Sandy invited me last week. She said I could come if I…I… I helped her with some studies.”
“Sandy was drunk, and she only invited you so she could get her studies dealt too. Boy, are you a sucker to get into the popularity realm.”
“Well, not my fault I was born a loser with brains. Just because you’re popular, doesn’t mean you get shit for free. If the world hit rock bottom like it could happen anytime, you wouldn’t be able to barter for nothing. C’mon, do you really have shit for brains?”
“If the world went to shit now, how do you think you’re going to survive?”
“Well, in this case. You have nothing but shit for brains, like I said, and you wouldn’t know how to survive. In this case, I have a service to offer and all you have, is how to look pretty for five minutes. Is that how long you last in bed?”
“Don’t you dare turn this into me.”
“So the rumours are true?”
“Shut up.”
“This gets better.”
“I said, shut up.”
“Not only am I being tied up and getting interrogated for something I didn’t really do, I’m also dealing with an impotent shit for brains popular guy.”
“Shut up.”
Dude, listen to the man. Keep stirring the shit pot and he’ll blow your brains out with that gun he’s holding.
“I always thought you were a cool kid. You give off this vibe of look at me, I’m cool. But in the space of ten minutes, I have been sitting here, I have realised, you’re far from that cool kid. You have an issue. You have more baggage than a baggage carousel at the airport. Did mama drop you on your head when you were a kid?
“I’m going to really fuck you up soon if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
“Anger issues even. Can’t take a joke either.”
Dude, stop testing the waters. You’re not on Criminal Minds now.
“You think you have the power by demeaning me now but who is holding the gun?”
“The gun is as useless as the person holding it. You think you got the power? Look at the bigger picture. Everyone of your cronies know you kidnapped me. Kill me now and you take every one of them down with you for accessory to murder.”
“No one will never nark on me.”
“They would if there is a chance to bargain. You may think you got power over your team, but things change next year. They’ll all disperse and find their new Danny Zukos and in five years’ time, they’ll ask Jackson who?”
“I should have never let Sandra try and scam you off doing her test. People like you demand shit in return.”
“Um, that is the general population. Ask for a service, expect to fucking pay, moron. That’s life. Now, fucking let me go.”
“I’m not letting you go, that easily. Suck it up buttercup. You messed with the wrong person.”
“Are you jealous? This smells like jealousy. You’re pissed off I have brains and that Sandra asked me instead of you, coz like I keep saying, you have shit for brains. You have the looks and could probably sell a magazine for a week but ultimately, what skills do you have? How to torment people when you can’t get your way? Eventually, you’ll get caught and locked up.”
“What you did back there was wrong.”
“I. Did. Nothing. Wrong.”
“You keep telling yourself that.”
“Is that thing even real?”
“The gun?”
“No, your fucking brain. Course the bloody gun.”
“Do you want to find out?”
“Shoot the floor then.”
“I know what you’re trying to do. You think, by shooting the ground, someone is going to come running out from somewhere to save your ass?”
“Paranoid git.”
“How can I be? I hold the power here.”
“With a toy gun from a thrift shop cheap bin.”
“I can shoot you right now.”
“If you were to shoot me, you would have done it now. I’m not falling for your bullshit, okay.”
“You’ve always been an asshole. This is good therapy for me.”
“I’m glad you think so. Least I don’t have to up my game now.”
“Brody…”
“Brooooo-dy!”
“They’re coming for you now. I can end this peacefully.”
“A gun is never an option.”
“How would you know?”
“I know enough.”
“Watching those police shows on television always end peacefully because that’s the intention, moron.”
“Really? I would have never guessed. Piss off dude, you would have shot me by now.”
“You’re right, I would have but there’s something about watching a smart-ass sod like you succumb to my power.”
“The only thing he will succumbing too is another drink. Brody, get up. You, Jackson, fuck off with your toy guns.”
“In your face, Jackson.”
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Jerome Smith-Pula
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Your dialogue is intense and relentless in a way that really works, and I like how the tension comes more from psychology than action. Really effective piece!