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Your Tale: Dinner for Two

AUTHOR'S SMILE: 'Dinner for Two' writer, Rebecca Graham

COME IN to read a fresh edition of Your Tale. Recently, poetry has made its presence felt; two poems have been published online, one celebrating the incredible feats of Jamaica’s Olympian track heroes, the other celebrating compassion of strangers in horrific circumstances. Both channel real life through verse.

This time, I am happy to welcome our first featured screenplay. The writer of Dinner for Two is 28-year-old Rebecca Graham, “born and raised in London and of Jamaican heritage.” A current media studies student at Westminster University, her “goal is to become a screenwriter and film director.”

“After being a care worker for 5 years, I realised my passion laid elsewhere”, says Rebecca. “I produced music videos for various artists before self-funding 2 short films.

“I believe success is mine if I work hard enough to achieve it.”

No one likes a spoilt surprise; suffice it to say, Rebecca’s short script will have you coming back for more. Or as Voice reporter Juliana Lucas said: “What happens next? I want to know more!”

Bart Chan, Your Tale editor

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INT – ROOM – NIGHT

A man is having dinner with a woman. It is a darkened room lit only by candle light. It is a full course meal. The china is of the best quality and the crystal glasses are full of the best red wine. As the candle light flickers across the couple’s faces they smile at each other.

Lemar
How’s the food?

Chantelle
It’s delicious thank you

Lemar
Thank you for coming today, I wasn’t sure if you would

Chantelle
Baby, I know we’ve had our differences but I’ll always be here for you

Lemar
You know I love you girl…

Chantelle
Yeah I know…

They smile at each other. Even though they’ve been married for 20 years to the day, they still share the coyness of shy flirtatious teenagers.

Lemar
Baby I'm sorry for everything…

Chantelle
Please don’t…

Lemar
I just have to explain…

Chantelle
No you don’t…I already know

Lemar
You do?

Chantelle
It was because of me. If I hadn’t…

Chantelle begins to cry softy.

Chantelle
It’s my fault

Lemar
Baby I never want you to blame yourself. I should have had self control. I should have kept my hands to myself.
Please don’t cry. I hate to see you sad.
Don’t make me get up and do ‘The Dance’

Chantelle
(laughs a little)
You wouldn’t?!

Lemar
Don’t tempt me

Chantelle laughs and dries her tears.

Lemar
That’s better

They smile at each other.

A man walks over to the table.

The Man
Are you finished with your meal?

Lemar
Yes we are thank you

The Man clears away the plates.

The Man
Will that be all?

Lemar
Could you please give us 2 more minutes?

The Man
I’ll see what I can do

The Man walks away.


ROMANTIC MEAL?: The table is set in candle light (photo: Rebecca Graham)

Lemar
Now girl listen to me…I want you to be happy.

Chantelle
How can I be happy? After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want to let you go. Can’t we try again?

Lemar
It’s far too late for that

Chantelle
Why have you given up?

Lemar
It’s not about giving up. It’s about accepting the truth, it’s not going to work…and you need to move on.

Chantelle
What if I don’t want to move on?

Lemar
You don’t have a choice.

Lemar takes off his wedding ring and hands it to Chantelle

Chantelle
Please Lemar…

Chantelle begins to cry.

Lemar
You know I’ll always love you girl…

Chantelle
I know…

They smile.

The Man walks over to the table.

The Man
It’s time.

Lemar stands up and holds out his wrists as The Man places handcuffs on.

Lemar never breaks eye contact with Chantelle.

INT – HALLYWAY – NIGHT

Lemar is walked out of the room with many prison guards around him. He is marched through the long corridors of the prison.

A priest walks beside Lemar.

The Priest
…yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me…

INT – ELECTROCUTION ROOM – NIGHT

Lemar arrives at the electrocution room just as the priest finishes.

Lemar
I was never a religious man, but thank you father.

The Priest
You are welcome my son.

Lemar is strapped down into the chair. His head is drenched in water before the head strap is placed on.

The Warden reads Lemar his execution order.

Warden
[Execution Order]
Do you have any last words?

Lemar looks around as the panic of his impending doom finally sinks in. He spots Chantelle fighting through the crowd and the guards to reach the glass that separated them both.

As Chantelle reaches the glass, she places her hand on it.

Chantelle
(screams)
I Love you

Lemar can’t hear her through the glass but see her lip movement. Lemar smiles.

Lemar
Yeah I know…

A black hood is placed over Lemar’s head.

The execution chair is turned on.

Chantelle screams.

FADE TO BLACK

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