Screenplay: "Folk Night" by Alexander Lee-Rekers

Описание: cast:

Lucy: Sam
Cliff: Joey Star
Derek: Heateffect

script:

LUCY:
Who’s going to start? Because I was called in during my lunch hour and I don’t know what I’m doing here.

CLIFF:
I appreciate that, Lucy. This shouldn’t take long. You know Derek from HR? He’s going to be acting as a mediator for us in this session.

DEREK:
Not officially, mind you. This is strictly informal. A favour from me to Cliff as he speaks to you today.

CLIFF:
Lucy, you’re not in trouble.

LUCY:
Good.

CLIFF:
And Derek is here to make that very clear.

DEREK:
That part is official! Still informal, though.

CLIFF:
But I did want to speak to you about something that has been troubling me. Nothing major, nothing disciplinary.

LUCY:
Nothing official.

CLIFF:
See? You get it!
So—Thursday nights in the Fowler household are date nights. The missus and I dress up, make an effort, pick a restaurant or a movie, and have a good time. After that, we find a fun local spot for a night-cap, maybe discuss the meal or the movie. Are you following?

LUCY:
I understand the words you’re saying.

CLIFF:
Let me get to the point. Last night, after a steak at Weston’s, we strolled around the neighbourhood until we came to a delightful dive bar called Sapper’s Tavern.

LUCY:
Oh no…

CLIFF:
(to Derek)
Where it turns out Lucy’s been keeping quite the secret.

DEREK:
Oh dear. This might need to be official after all…

CLIFF:
Whatever you’re thinking, Derek, it’s not that. Lucy was performing on stage at Sapper’s Tavern folk night! She sings! Plays guitar! She was magical.
(to Lucy)
My wife loved you. Kept trying to find you on Spotify on the drive home.

LUCY:
I didn’t see you in the crowd.

CLIFF:
Well, you wouldn’t have with the following you’ve got. A regular Hard Day’s Night down at Sapper’s Tavern!

DEREK:
How cool! You should play the Christmas party this year.

CLIFF:
Slow down, Derek. Because there’s a catch. This is why you’re here today. We sat there for a few songs and after a while—as you do—I started listening to the lyrics.

DEREK:
The actual words being sung?

CLIFF:
Correct. And I was shocked, Lucy.
Is everything all right? Are you that unhappy in the workplace? The lyrics were “union this,” “bosses that,” Masters of War and hammers and bells—you seemed like a completely different person.

LUCY:
Cliff, I don’t mean to sound awful, but it’s not really any of your business. Right, Derek?
I’m singing in my own time. I’m not hurting anybody.

CLIFF:
I’m worried if you’re hurting. These delusional statements about industry—the very systems that keep us clothed and fed.

LUCY:
Is there any chance you’re infringing on my right to my own political opinions?

CLIFF:
God, no! This is all very informal.

LUCY:
It still feels like a violation of my privacy.

CLIFF:
Then we’re agreed: you shall sing your songs at home.

LUCY:
What? No. You stepped into my gig and listened to my songs. I don’t bring the folk-night audience here to the office.

DEREK:
That would not be appropriate.

CLIFF:
But I can’t have you working here knowing it makes you unhappy. Are you? Unhappy in your job?

LUCY:
(to Derek)
Do I have to answer that?

DEREK:
…You sort of did.

LUCY:
I sing those songs because I love them—because I believe in their messages. But that’s folk night, not the office. I know the difference.

CLIFF:
Good. I guess?

LUCY:
Good. I think we’re done here.

DEREK:
Wait. One more thing. Would you play at the Christmas party?

CLIFF:
The missus would love it.

LUCY:
Tell her I’ll burn her a CD.


Music:

Title: Timber Owls
Composed by: Nobuo Uematsu
Arranged by: Nobuo Uematsu