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Confessions in the Dark

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For some reason which doesn’t need to be explored at this juncture, Ray and Fraser are sitting in the dark, locked up, no way to get out.

 

They tried everything, but to no avail. We may assume that Ray has complained for a while, about the darkness, the cold and the situation etc., but now there’s silence. The only sound to be heard is water dripping on stone in the distance.

 

They’re sitting side by side, each lost in their own thoughts. After a while Ray clears his throat.

 

Ray

There’s something I need to tell you.

Never thought, I would, but considering ... well, uhm... I....

 

Fraser

Yes, Ray?

 

Ray

Well, ... uh ... if I have to be locked up here, facing my end and all,

you’re the one I would wish to be here with me.

 

Fraser

Ah.

 

Silence spreads.

Ray

That’s all you’ve got to say to me?

I open up my heart and all I get is ‘Ah.’?

 

Fraser

Ah. You expected a confession from me in return.

 

Ray

No! Well... yes. Kind of.

 

Fraser

Fair enough.

 

Soft scratching is to be heard.

 

Ray

Don’t tell me, you’re rubbing your brow.

 

Fraser

(Hesitantly.)

Well ... I... don’t...

 

Ray

Alright.

 

Silence falls again.

 

Ray

So?

 

Fraser

I’m sorry. I suppose it’s my turn now.

 

Ray

Since we’ve got nothing else to do, but waiting for death...

 

Fraser

I can’t.

 

Ray

You can’t what?

 

Fraser

After your confession of you wishing me to be here with you,

I assume you wanted me to reply in the same spirit.

But I can’t.

 

Ray

You’re killing me here Fraser – not that it would make much of a difference –

You. Can’t. Why?

 

Fraser

If I had to be, locked up in the dark, facing my end,

I wouldn’t wish for you to be here with me.

 

Silence.

More silence.

 

Ray

Oh.

 

Pause.

 

Ray

(Louder.)

Oh!

 

Shifts a bit away.

 

Ray

(Somewhat miffy.)

Alright.

 

Fraser

Please, don’t get me wrong...

 

Ray

Fraser, stop it. No need to explain. No funny Inuit story here.

I got you the first time you said you’d rather be with someone else.

 

Fraser

Ray, please...

 

Ray

No! I said stop it! No need to rub it in. I’m not dumb, you know.

 

Fraser

No, you’re not. Intellectually inadequate. Nobody knows it better than me.

In all the time we spent together I learned to cherish your specific knowledge

and the value of your intuition.

 

Ray

(Surprised.)

You did?

 

Fraser

Of course. Very much so.

 

Ray

(A little smile audible in his voice.)

Ah.

 

Pause.

 

Ray

(Soft.)

I’m Sorry.

 

Fraser

Sorry for what?

 

Ray

That you ... you know .... can’t be here with someone else.

That you’re kinda stuck here with me.

 

Fraser

I wouldn’t want to be here with someone else.

 

Ray

(His temper rising.)

Fraser that’s what you just told me!

 

Fraser

I didn’t!

 

Ray

(Agitated.)

Yes, you did!

 

Fraser

Ray, Ray, Ray...

 

Ray

(Snaps.)

WHAT?

 

Fraser

Just give me some time and listen...

 

Ray

(Impatient.)

Alright. Alright. If there’s one thing I’ve got to give to you it’s time.

Shoot!

 

Fraser

If I had to be here locked up in the dark, facing my end,

I wouldn’t wish for you to be here with me...

 

Ray

(Grumbling.)

Right back where we started...

 

Fraser

(Ignoring him.)

... because I’d rather you were out there,

in the sun, the warmth, alive and free.

 

Ray

(Astonished.)

You would?

 

Fraser

Yes, of course.

 

Ray

Why?

 

Fraser

The thought would be comforting for me to know that you out there, well and free.

 

Ray

Free?

 

Fraser

Yes, free.

 

Ray

To do what?

 

Fraser

Whatever you want.

 

Ray

No matter what?

 

Fraser

Yes, of course. No restrictions.

 

Ray

Like... say... looking for you and getting you out again?

 

Fraser

I would be delighted.

 

Ray

So, you’d trust me to find you? Here?

In a sewer under an old distillery?

 

Fraser

If anyone could, it would be you.

 

Ray

(His smile almost visible in the dark.)

So you do care about me? And you trust me?

 

Fraser

Of course! Very much so.

 

Ray

(Sounds very pleased now.)

Oh...

 

Fraser

I think I have an idea how to keep us warm...

 

Ray

You do?

 

Fraser

Yes, Ray. If you don’t mind...

 

They shift closer together again.

 

Ray

(Surprised and barely audible.)

Oh.

 

The conversation pauses for a while, and all we hear now is some movement, the rustling of clothes, heavy breathing and little sounds of pleasure.

 

Ray

(Somewhat out of breath.)

I think, I don’t mind being alone in the dark with you for a while longer.

 

Fraser

Me neither. But I think I just got an idea how we could get out.

You still have that rusty nail you picked out of the wall way back at the entrance...?