Survival Of The Fittest

*This is my scene I wrote for coursework this month. can't put the rest of the script up as it wasn't written by me but i have to say it is an epic script! xD*


Scene 1

[The setting is an interrogation room in a Police station in Edinburgh. The room is
cold and bare apart from the 4 chairs on centre stage. 3 seats are occupied by
CATHY, ALAN and SOPHIE. Each character is feeling awkward, not quite sure where
to look. It is complete silence]
[Enters ALEXIS being pulled by ANNA. ALEXIS is shouting the odds and is clearly angry
at being forced into the interrogation room]

ALEXIS: Get off me you fucking cow! You can’t do this to me! [She struggles against ANNA’S
hold] [Screams] I know my Rights!!!

ANNA: You’re only making this harder for yourself!

[ALEXIS continues to kick off, screaming yelling anything that feels appropriate to the moment until after a few minutes ANNA pushes ALEXIS into a chair and makes to walk out of the room]

ALAN: Excuse me, but please could you tell me what’s happening here? Why have you put us in together?

[ANNA keeps walking, ignoring him]

ALEXIS: HEY! He asked you a question. Why the fuck are we here?

ANNA: I’m not at liberty to say anything at this time. [She walks off stage]

[ALEXIS sits back in her chair clearly annoyed, the others go back to staring at each other in silence]

[After 5 seconds of silence, ALEXIS looks up]

ALEXIS: So this is the way we’re playing it? Seriously!? Fuck sake! [Pause] Well I’m no standing for it! I know my rights!!! [She stands up, knocking over her chair] I’m not standing for this,
you hear me?? You and all the others in this shitehole can get tae fuck! [Pause] I know what you all think, ‘oh it’s the chav she dun it!’ Well I didnae so one of you can just admit it was you’s and I can get the fuck out of here. [She walks over to her chair, giving ALAN one of those ‘c’mon then’ looks as she passes him, and kicks her chair further. Wincing and whispering ‘Fuck’ when it hurts her foot]

SOPHIE: Please…would you just sit down?

[ALAN gets up and picks up her chair placing it back where it was. He then goes to sit back down. Sophie watches him, interested. CATHY puts her head down staring at the floor and ALEXIS looks at him as if he’s mad.]

ALEXIS: What the fuck is your problem? ... Freak! Don’t you dare try and tell me what to do! You don’t control me! No one does! [She moves her chair, deliberately, spinning it around and sitting on it backwards.] Does any of know what’s going on here?

CATHY: None of us knows what’s about to happen. [looks down]

ALEXIS: Shut it you! I know exactly what’s going to happen… one of us is going to get blamed for it and I’ll be damned if I’m going down for this! [Pause] [Looks CATHY up and down.] Who the fuck are you anyway?

CATHY: Cathy.

ALEXIS: Whatever! I'm Alexis. To ALAN] What’s yours freak?

ALAN: I’m not a freak! I’m Alan.

ALEXIS: Ok. And you are?

SOPHIE: em. Sophie.

ALEXIS: Sophie? Don’t say much do ya?

SOPHIE: No, there’s no need for me to.

ALEXIS: Where you from then?

SOPHIE: Nottingham.

ALAN: What about you? Where you from?

ALEXIS: Slateford [Pause] Edinburgh. Scotland! And you? … Alan? Where you from?

ALAN: Same place as you…not that it’s any of your business.

ALEXIS: What about you Catherine??? Where you from?

CATHY: Morningside [said calmly and quietly]

ALEXIS: Morningside? [Laughs] You’re one of them posh lot then? You don’t exactly read Morningside lady do ya?

CATHY: It’s not really that posh…

ALEXIS: [In posh voice, taking the mick.]Evidently!

ALAN: Who made you prosecutor? What does it matter to you who we are and where we’re from? Got a lot to say haven’t you?

ALEXIS: Oh c’mon, this is ridiculous!

CATHY: This is stressful enough without you moaning and kicking up a fuss, you've already made a scene!

[ALEXIS Laughs]

ALEXIS: Stressful? Why would you be stressed?... Got something to hide?

CATHY: No, I just meant…

ALEXIS: Meant what? [Pause] Guilty conscience perhaps?

CATHY: I’m not the only one sitting in silence…What about you Alan? Your very quiet too, got something to hide?

ALAN: You’re the one sitting passing the blame, covering your tracks perhaps?

[SILENCE]
[CATHY Sighs]

SOPHIE: So how do you know Paul?

CATHY: What do you mean?

SOPHIE: Well, what was Paul to you?

CATHY: He was a business client.

ALEXIS: Business Client? Business client for what?

CATHY: I don’t have to answer to you.

ALAN: Sounds like you’re trying to hide something?

CATHY: No. [Pause] Well if you must know. My official title is ‘Business Liaison Officer.’

ALEXIS: So, you don’t have any other jobs then?

[CATHY starts to panic]

CATHY: Why would I have more than one job?

ALEXIS: To pay for Uni?? Even I know that it isn’t cheap! What you studying?

CATHY: Oh… em… I’m not at Uni, I dropped out. Wasn’t for me…I’ve already said I work for big companies couldn’t find the time to study and work. [Shrugs]

SOPHIE: So were you and Paul close?

[CATHY shrugs inresponse]

ALAN: You seem to be dodging a lot of questions.

ALEXIS: That’s funny. She’s willing to ask but not willing to answer! And what about you Alan?

ALAN: What about me?

ALEXIS: Did u know Paul?

ALAN: Well yeah… but not really

ALEXIS: Yeah but not really?

ALAN: Well…we didn’t get on ... I mean…. we did but ... we argued ... well not argued but we had arguments ... well not really arguments but ehhh ... I don’t know!

SOPHIE: How bad did the arguments get?

ALAN: They were never really that bad, I mean they were a couple of quiet big ones, but
it’s not like I wanted to kill him or anything? Well there was sometimes when I wanted to, but not really…. I didn't!

CATHY: What, you wanted to kill him?

ALAN: No, but.....yeah...no.

ALEXIS: And you have no alibi?

ALAN: Yeah but.

ALEXIS: And you don't live with anyone right?

ALAN: Yeah?

SOPHIE: What were you doing at the time of the murder?

ALAN: I was watching desperate housewives, with Jeffery.

CATHY: Who's Jeffery? I thought you said you lived on your own?

ALAN: Oh, well he's my cat.

[Pause. Sophie, Catherine and Alexisshare a look.]

CATHY: So let me get this straight. You live on your own?...With a cat?....Who you've called Jeffery?... And you watch desperate housewives?

ALAN: Yes.

ALEXIS: Queer.

ALAN: What is wrong with a twenty year old man sitting in his apartment watching desperate housewives with his cat??....Nothing, nothing is wrong this that. It's not like I killed someone....

ALEXIS: Well what about me? I didn't kill anyone. Why are you so quick to accuse me? Just because you can't even give a good alibi.

SOPHIE: Alan, what time does desperate housewives start at?

ALAN: Um, there on at half past six on E4.

[End of Scene]