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The Confession
screenplay [ Theater ]

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by [diana vlase ]

2011-01-06  |     | 



A: I have a confession to make.
B: Why?
A: Because is just something I have on my mind.
B: And?
A: And it kills me inside.
B: First tell me more about this feeling.
A: The killing inside feeling?
B: Yes.
A: Well, it’s like... it’s like my soul is heavier and I can’t enjoy anything around me because of this heavy soul I have. Is like I carry all the time this big luggage and I can’t enjoy the landscape because of it.
B: That does make sense.
A: You think?
B: Definitely!
A: What do you know about confessions?
B: Not much. I know that confessions are things that should be said, should be confessed, right?
A: I suppose so. So, can I tell you?
B: You could. But you know you wouldn’t make me any favour if you would.
A: Pardon?
B: Well, when someone is confessing something, the other person, the listener, will have a heavy soul afterwards.
A: Why? Is not like that would turn into you doing the bad thing I want to tell you about.
B: Not exactly but still
A: But still?
B: Ok, tell me.
A: I don’t want you to have a heavy soul after me telling you, are you sure you want to hear me out?
B: Now that you mentioned it, I’m not so sure. But I am your friend and if a friend is in pain you have to do all you can to help him, isn’t it?
A: Yes, but I am your good friend and I wouldn’t want my friend to suffer either.
B: That’s fair.
A: Did you have a good breakfast?
B: I had better.
A: Really? What was your best breakfast?
B: I couldn’t think of the best, but I do remember some really good ones.
A: Hm...
B: I mean, it’s strange, isn’t it? How you can tell one breakfast from another, but you can’t tell the best from the worst.
A: That is strange indeed.
B: Can you?
A: What?
B: Can you tell the best breakfast from the worst?
A: If you let me think from a while... Ok, the worst was when I had no money and only some chips and some sugar. I put sugar in hot water and I had it with chips. It wasn’t nice, but I ate it.
B: Oh, that was awful. Why did you ever eat that?
A: Because I had nothing else. In that day I also had the worst lunch and the worst dinner.
B: I’m curious.
A: Nothing and nothing.
B: Well, that wouldn’t be a lunch and a dinner. That was nothing so you had neither lunch nor dinner. Is like saying white or black are colours.
A: That makes sense.
B: What about the best?
A: That I couldn’t say. Is funny how you can remember the worst moments but you keep forgetting the best ones.
B: I remember my best walk.
A: Really?
B: Yes! It was a long walk and I remember how all my muscles were working for me, turning my walk into the best one.
A: Where were you?
B: Where was I walking?
A: Yes, I bet it was a nice landscape too.
B: I don’t remember that. I think it was somewhere in London.
A: Oh...
B: So, are you going to tell me?
A: What?
B: The confession.
A: Ah, yes, do you want me to?
B: Yes.
A: I’ve killed somebody.
B: Don’t we all?



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