WE NEED TO TALK

We need to talk.

Screenplay

By

Nomsa Myth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INT.BLISS CAFÉ -MORNING

STACEY sits on the chair, looking at her phone with the menu on top of the table. She is in her early twenties, a successful business woman, very hardworking popular and respected in her community. She looks up as the Bliss Cafe entrance door opens.

MIKE opens the door and walks in puzzled and confused. He is in his late fifties. Smartly dressed and looks very professional. He heads towards the waiters to inquire some information.

INT. BLISS CAFÉ .IN THE CORNER OF THE COFFEE SHOP.

[Mike heading towards Stacey]

MIKE

Stacey Naidoo right?

[Extending his hands towards Stacey]

Stacey

Yep. That’s me. Honestly I am really surprised that you remembered my face after so many years.

MIKE

[Grabbing a chair to sit down]

Oh no …I actually asked one of the waiters were and how your face looks like

Stacey

Oh I see…

Mike

My dear, I did not mean it like that. I was just joking…

Stacey

Joking? It Says a lot about your jokes……… anything to eat?

Mike

Black strong coffee please

Stacey

I see you are keeping healthy

Mike

Yes I have to watch my health. I am not getting any younger

Stacey

Is that why you called me after all these years.

Mike

Well yes that’s only part of it. But firstly how are you?

Stacey

How am I? honestly that’s the question you would want to ask me after being absent for twenty four years of my life, after leaving me the day I was born because my mother died giving birth to me. You actually want to know how I am doing.

Mike

Stacey please don’t do that. I called you here so that we can talk and I understand why you should be angry and bitter. I totally deserve it. Look I want us to start on a fresh page, new chapter and forget what happened in the past.

Stacey

You don’t get it don’t you father. How can I move on when I still have unanswered questions? You talk about starting afresh. Where were you when I had my first craw, the day I uttered my first words, my first primary school talk less of  my pre-school, the day I became a teenager, the day I stared my periods, my 16th birthday, my prom night, my 18th ,graduation, my 21st. where were you! Answer me! And now you come into my life as everything is fine, pretending to the media that everything is all good. Yeses!

[She stands up and grabs her back]

Mike

I am really sorry my dear

Stacey

Yes that’s what you are good at apologizing for your mistakes that you keep and keep and keep on doing. Let us all clap for Mr. Naidoo (sarcastically) and let us all give him a standing innovation because we have discovered what he is really good at that is apologizing!

Mike

Enough! Enough!ok. I am sick and tired of everyone giving me all the blame, your granny, aunts and my friends. I am sick and tired. I never wanted a child. I never dreamt of having a child. Yes I slept with your mother and oh yes it was the great sex of my life! All I wanted was to have sex and enjoy that’s it. My dear you was a mistake and I blame you for what has happened because you killed my wife during birth.

Stacey

You know I have had enough and I honestly pray that God has mercy on your disgusting heart

Mike

Look……… this is not why I called, I’m dying very soon

Stacey

Well may your soul rest in pieces

Mike

I have cancer

Stacey

[She takes of her wig]

Well I guess we have something in common, I too have cancer father

Mike

Stacey please we need to talk…

              [Stacey exists the door]                                                                      NM    


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