I’ve been delighted to be accepted to do a script writing degree at University. As part of my application I had to write a two minute piece of script around the title “Where were you last night?” This is what I came up with.
WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?
We see an elderly woman Jean sat alone. In the background we hear the noise of a front door opening.
JEAN: Is that you Robert?
BRIAN. No Jean it’s me Brian.
JEAN. Brian? Should you not be at your work son?
We hear Brian talking loudly from another room.
BRIAN. Not today. Today’s the day I take you to the pensioners dance.
JEAN. You’re talking me to the dance? But you should be at your work. It’s your father’s job to take me to the dance.
BRIAN. You’ll see him at the dance. He said yesterday he’d get you there. Do you not remember?
JEAN. No son. You know I forget things. I’m just at that age. I’ve not seen your father all day. He’s probably down the bookies. He can spend hours in there deciding on a two pound flutter. I’ll give him what for when I see him at the dance.
BRIAN. I’m sure you will. Would you like a quick cuppa before we head.
JEAN. I’ll come through and make it.
BRIAN. No you sit where you are. I’ll bring it through.
JEAN. Have you seen your father today?
BRIAN Aye I’ve seen him. Just give me a minute and I’ll explain.
JEAN (To herself) Imagine leaving your son to take his mother to a pensioners dance. What an affront. I never know where that bugger is from one day to the next. Bookies and the pub, that’s all that matters to him. I’m not even sure if he came home last night. And at his age…
Brian an elderly man enters carrying a tea tray.
BRIAN. Here you are pet.
JEAN. Who are you?
BRIAN. It’s me pet, your husband Brian.
JEAN. But…but…Brain’s my son. Robert’s my husband.
BRIAN. No pet. It’s the other way around. You get that mixed a bit at the moment. Don’t worry about it; it’s just part of the condition. Things start to come back to you when you see my face. But when I leave the room…I’m sorry I should have come in right away.
JEAN. (Touching Brian’s face and looking directly into his eyes. Beginning to realise. Becoming tearful) Oh…Oh no…Oh I remember now. This is terrible. What must you think of me? What must you think when I don’t even know my own husband. What’s to become of us Brian? This is going to get worse. I’ve got early onset dementia but I’m not stupid. I know where this ends.
BRIAN (Kneeling before her) I’ll be here my love. I’ll always be right here.
JEAN. And who’s going to look after you when I no longer know who you are. This is as bad for you as anybody. How will you cope with that?
BRIAN. I’ll cope just fine pet. That’s just what life has set out for us. Even when you’re confused I’ll know that you’re there.
JEAN. I know…I know. But where were you last night?
BRIAN. I was here pet. I’m always here. Right, do you fancy getting down to the dance. Condition or not we can still cut up the floor better than the rest.
JEAN. Yes. I would enjoy that. (Laughs gently)You’re right. We’ll always be great dancers. One day I’ll be thinking I’m the belle of the ball. So many great dancers will be getting me up on the floor…but all the time it will be you.