Sunset BBQ

By Mark Fletcher

One act play script. Mick Watson has served three years jail for killing his best mate, Robbo Stewart, in a car accident.

On being released from jail, Mick’s mission is to apologise to Robbo’s dad, Bob, and make peace before he heads home to his parent’s farm. He has bridges to mend before he can get on with his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Fletcher
• Release date: Feb 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005961749

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Sunset BBQ

By Mark Fletcher

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© Copyright Mark Fletcher

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Mick Watson has just got out of jail. He had spent three years on a charge of manslaughter for killing his best mate Robert Fisher. He has a slight limp, reminding him of the horror smash that put him in hospital for two years.

The car he was in was racing down a cliff edged road when it skidded and rolled down the side hitting a tree. Both occupants were thrown out.

Robert, Robbo to his mates, clung to life for four days. Unconscious. His body twisted and broken.

Mick, who returned a blood alcohol level above the legal limit for his age, was in a coma for several weeks. He woke to be charged with manslaughter.

The trial was over in no time. Mick pleaded guilty. Speaking to no one throughout.

After leaving prison yesterday, Mick visited Robbo’s grave and then his parents home where the action of Sunset BBQ is set.

Anger, agony, reminiscences and remorse are exposed in the duel that follows. But it keeps coming back to Mick having killed Robbo.

Mick feels that he can tell the truth about the accident, that he wasn’t driving the car. It’s a truth that Robbo’s father, Bob, has trouble with.

Mick talks about what they were doing up the mountain and where they were headed.

Mick and Robbo had a thing at the sunset that night. A thing that didn’t go as Robbo planned … and tragic consequences followed

CAST

Mick Watson

Early 20s. Fit. Short hair. Mick has just got out of a minimum-security prison.

Bob Stewart

Early 40s. An engineer with a good small private business. He’s a down to earth type of bloke.

Robbo Stewart

Late teens.

TIME

The present.

SETTING

Bob Stewart’s lounge room.

BOB

WALKING AROUND THE ROOM, TALKING ON THE PHONE. RELAXED. HAPPY.

Yeah, yeah I know.

Stupid buggers. Another two minutes and they would have won the game. Bloody umpires. Where are they when you need them?

Yeah, I know mate. They were never going to let us win.

Did you see it when Matty Walker had the ball? He could have made it if the bloody