Script Tease - 'The Dilemma: Against Better Judgement'

Their presence screams trouble.

Zami's with Joe and others by the TV, singing along on karaoke as lyrics scroll by on the TV. Alice and May are sat with some others around a small round table, chatting as they roll cannabis joints.

Jay and Daryl take swigs from a bottle of Hennessy cognac as they walk around. Feeling like gangsters, they walk over and take the microphone from Zami and start to freestyle like wannabe-Grime artists. Jay plays an instrumental grime track from his phone.

They start out the rap well, but it quickly becomes terribly mistimed and the lyrics don't flow smoothly at all.

DARYL

Yo, just freestylin' in the flat yo... yeh yeh, brap. Check it. Big up no carin'. You never thought I'd leave it there. 'cause I'm flukey e, notorious like the B.I.G, dangerous like H.I.T. when you run against me you will get slewed illy MC, you wanna clash me I'll make you look like a brass MC 'cause I'm a first class MC... yeh, take it away DJ that's supreme.

Everyone looks at them, and at each other, in disbelief, ridicule, and unease. No one tries to stop them.

JAY

Yeh. Check. I don't say it for a joke, I'll penetrate your mind, don't catch me 'cause I'm one of a kind. New to this so don't dis, I'll cut you up like a photo. Throw you away like a disposable. Yeh. Check. I'm like a knife and I'm hard as steel. Brrap!

Proud of their efforts, they walk round the flat peacocking. The others step out of their way. Alice's laugh carries over the crowd, drawing Daryl's attention. The sound irritates him. He stops to stand over her. The group immediately quiets. Alice looks up.

Daryl nods his head at her joint.

DARYL

(with attitude)

That yours?