Writing Convincing Dialogue. . . 
Teacher inside a cupboard... because of a student. . .

(Sam Jones has locked the teacher Mr. Ford in the cupboards. Mr. Ford is struggling to get out.)

Mr. Ford: “Jones… what the hell have you done this time boy. Pause. Oi Oi, just you wait till I get out of here ladie, your going to be sorry you were ever born. You unappreciative BRAT.

Jones, let me out.

Jones. JONES!”

Jones: No

Mr. Ford: “When I get out of here I’m going to kick your dumb arise out of this school. Don’t you know there are plenty of students who want to be here? Plenty that actually give a shit. Plenty whose lives aren’t going down the drain. You’ll be kicked out, you can bet on that!

I wont put up with this, you here me boy? You taking this in?

Is this getting through to your thick skull?”

Jones: I don’t care. Do it

(Ford rattles louder against the cupboards, his angry visible in the shakes of the cupboard)

Mr. Ford: “Don’t think I wont. As soon as I gem tout boy, I’m getting your sorry arise punished. Your in for a beating, you are. “

Jones: You’d like that wouldn’t you.

… Yeah course you would.

PAUSE (uncomfortable Silence)

 “I know what you’ve done, you fucking pedophile.”

Mr. Ford: “Get me out of this cupboard.”

Jones: “She told me about it. I know what you are…

(Rummages around through Ford’s bag)

But does your wife? …

Even better, does the head?

Course not, no one does.”

Mr. Ford: Jones! 

(Sounds urgent, like he’s trying to stop Jones from revealing too much)

Jones: “ You deserve everything you get, your dirt, your filth. Yeah throw me Outa School. Better than prison mate. There you can do whatever you want.

(Spits on the cupboard, it trickles down Ford’s neck. 

Erghhhhhhhh shouts of disgust.)

Mr. Ford: Jones. Who the hell have you been speaking to? Ha, you think I’d go anywhere near you slimy rats. No.

Jones: “Don’t you dare! I don’t care what happened to me. I couldn’t give a toss.

But you leave everyone alone.

School teacher feeling up pupils, how original. How hypocritical of you. You can do whatever you want, all high and mighty, got a tiny bit of authority and you think your above everything. You deserve every bit of this.

SILIENCE

(Footsteps of Jones reproaching Ford’s bag. He drags it to the cupboard and slumps on a chair)

Mr. Ford: “You’ve gone crazy”.

Jones: “ You deserve this.

(Jones pours hot coffee from the flask into the hole in the cupboards on top).

Mr. Ford: “Argh…ar…gh…argh! What are you playing at?

(Jones throws Ford’s lunch through the small holes showering Ford in his sandwiched, crisps and banana and a constant flow go coffee.)

BANG

The door breaks loose, Jones screams in rage.

Ford scrambles to his feet and grabs Jones.

They wrestle with each other in a power struggle.