Mine's nearly done! It's just a bit of a long one 
Okay, done! This is the penultimate scene in the play. I'm not sure how well it works but I had a lot of fun writing it, and it gave me more characters to use in future rounds which is never a bad thing

I did originally try and lay it out like a normal script (lines centered, stage directions justified) but it turned out to be too hard to read on a screen.
CONFESSIONSCENE: Tengoku Host Club – Floor
The club's closed, tables bereft of the usual drinks. The bar's dark and shut up. HIKARI is sitting with SHUYA at one of the tables. Both flicking through phones. Hikari's got a lit cigarette in the other hand.
The door to the club opens and KAWAMOTO enters, closely followed by TAIYOU. Hikari doesn't look up.
HIKARI
He alone?
TAIYOU
Yeah.
Taiyou slams the door shut behind them and leans against it. Kawamoto jumps and spins around.
TAIYOU
Problem?
Kawamoto swallows hard.
KAWAMOTO
Uh...no.
Hikari stops playing with his phone and sets it to one side on the table, indicates the chair opposite.
HIKARI
Have a seat.
Kawamoto does so, glancing around nervously.
HIKARI
(indicating phone)
You don't mind if I record this, right?
KAWAMOTO
Ah...n-no, that's fine.
Silence.
HIKARI
So? What d'you want now? I didn't kill Kouji. None of us did.
KAWAMOTO
Uh, no. No, we know that.
Hikari laughs while Taiyou and Shuya exchange
do-you-believe-this-shit looks.
HIKARI
You
know, huh? What, you just gonna take my word for it with no proof?
KAWAMOTO
(oops)
Well...that is...
HIKARI
Fuck me, you really
are a rookie, aren't you?
KAWAMOTO
It's, well, it's about Kouji that I want to-
His cell rings, cutting him off.
HIKARI
Who's that?
Kawamoto takes out his phone and looks at it. Rejects the call.
KAWAMOTO
No one. Did Kouji ever meet up with patrons outside the club?
TAIYOU
Not on the day he was killed. Patron couldn't kill him anyway.
KAWAMOTO
What do you mean?
Taiyou shrugs.
TAIYOU
We grew up together. He had his fair share of fights. Ain't no way some patron would've got the jump on him.
KAWAMOTO
Then could it have been revenge?
TAIYOU
Doubt it. This were back in Kyoto. We come to Tokyo two years ago to get away from that life, so he wouldn'ta picked up any new enemies here.
Kawamoto's phone rings again. He rejects the call and looks from one host to the other. Settles on Hikari.
KAWAMOTO
Did you know this?
HIKARI
Course. I don't usually hire people like that, but they'd come a long way and I figured Kouji was serious about getting out that life, so I gave him and Taiyou a chance. My one act of charity.
Kawamoto's phone rings again. He grimaces and picks it up, answering this time without looking at the screen.
KAWAMOTO
Look, I'm in the middle of something! Call me back, okay?
(beat, then he gets an "Oh SHIT" look on his face)
Mom? Mom, now's not really...I just...
(beat. Kawamoto surrenders to the inevitable)
Alright...Yes...Yes, I got it. Trash bags and milk. I'll stop off at Lawson's on the way home...No, I don't need to make a list! Goodbye!
He hangs up. All three hosts are now grinning like it's Christmas come early.
SHUYA
How old're you?
KAWAMOTO
Uh...twenty four.
The grins get a little bigger.
SHUYA
And you still live with your mom?
TAIYOU
Lame.
KAWAMOTO
Look, can we please just—
His phone rings again.
KAWAMOTO (CONT'D)
Oh, for…
SHUYA
It's okay, go ahead. She probably wants you to get some eggs.
KAWAMOTO
It's my partner. He's been trying to get hold of me.
(Glances at Hikari)
Uh…
Hikari shrugs and waves his hand in a 'sure' gesture. Kawamoto answers the phone.
KAWAMOTO
What is it?
Lights go on in the upper part of the stage, revealing a much smaller version of Kawamoto and Ueda's office. Ueda's at his desk, staring at the PC.
UEDA
You alone?
KAWAMOTO
What? No, I'm with Hikari and the others.
Ueda runs a hand through his hair.
UEDA
What others?
KAWAMOTO
Well, Taiyou and Shuya.
Ueda jerks upright in his seat.
UEDA
Get out of there.
KAWAMOTO
Huh? Why?
The three hosts are watching him now. Narrow-eyed. No longer smiling. Taiyou shifts his weight slightly. Kawamoto doesn't see him.
UEDA
It's Shuya. I
knew I'd seen that kid before. We just got a match for those fingerprints on the leaflet. Real name: Shigeyama Kazuya. Wanted for murder in Osaka. He stabbed his uncle to death when he was twelve, stole his money and went on the run.
Ueda pulls his jacket on one-handed, scrambling for the door. Kawamoto stares at Shuya and squirms on his chair, trying to inch away without being too obvious.
KAWAMOTO
He wha-a-a-t?
UEDA
I notified the local police and they're on their way. I'll be there as soon as I can, but you have to get out!
KAWAMOTO
Uh. Yeah.
He ends the call and puts the phone back in his pocket, never taking his eyes off Shuya.
SHUYA
What?
Kawamoto moistens his lips.
KAWAMOTO
Are you...Shigeyama Kazuya?
The effect is electric; Shuya catapults himself off the chair and
away from Kawamoto, heading for the door. Kawamoto leaps to his feet and starts to give chase, but Taiyou grabs him, holding him in place as Shuya wrenches open the door.
Exit Shuya, stage left.
HIKARI
Taiyou!
Taiyou glares at Hikari and doesn't move or release Kawamoto.
TAIYOU
The fuck you yellin' at
me for?
HIKARI
Shuya's escaped. You wanna be sent down for assaulting a detective? Let him go!
Long pause while their eyes lock and Kawamoto flinches in Taiyou's grasp. At last, Taiyou looks away and releases him.
Kawamoto runs to the door Shuya escaped through and opens it. Looks through, then closes it again.
HIKARI
How'd you find his name?
Kawamoto returns to the table, but doesn't sit down.
KAWAMOTO
Fingerprints. On the leaflets we found next to Kouji's body...we got fingerprints off them.
He frowns, shakes his head slightly. Something doesn't add up.
TAIYOU
That ain't possible.
KAWAMOTO
I know he's your friend and you want to protect him, but...
TAIYOU
(cutting in)
No, it really ain't possible. Shuya ain't done catch duty for ages.
(to Hikari)
Right?
Hikari sits down at the table and stubs out his cigarette before answering.
HIKARI
'Sright. Last time he did it was about two or three years ago.
KAWAMOTO
But he could have got the leaflets, right?
HIKARI
Sure, but why would he kill Kouji? They were friends.
KAWAMOTO
Where do you keep the leaflets?
Hikari jerks a thumb toward the bar counter.
HIKARI
Right over there. Help yourself.
Kawamoto crosses to the counter, giving Taiyou rather a wide berth, and picks up the topmost leaflet.
KAWAMOTO
No, sorry, I meant the ones you give out to people on the street.
HIKARI
That's them.
KAWAMOTO
No, I meant...
He gives up and digs out his phone, flicks through it and shows it to Hikari.
KAWAMOTO
See? I took a picture. These were the leaflets left on the body.
Hikari takes the phone and frowns, then hands it back.
HIKARI
Oh, that's the old design.
(takes out his cigarettes, lights up)
I changed it about six months ago.
Kawamoto stares at him. His world's starting to fall down around him. Slowly, he sits down on the bar stool, takes out his phone and stares at it. Closes his eyes, puts it back in his pocket.
KAWAMOTO
You need to get out of here.
TAIYOU
What?
KAWAMOTO
The police are on their way. I'll handle things here, just get out. You don't want to be mixed up in this.
HIKARI
Maybe you've forgotten, but we got pretty well mixed up in it when one of us got stabbed to death!
Kawamoto stares at him. Halfway to crying now, because
he knows.
KAWAMOTO
Just
go!Taiyou and Hikari exchange looks, then both head for the same door Shuya left by and exit.
Kawamoto picks up a leaflet, then lets it flutter back to the ground. Gets up, moves to the table and sits down. Waiting.
SFX: A car pulls up outside.
The entrance door opens. Enter UEDA. He looks around, seeing no one but Kawamoto. Goes to the door leading to the street, opens it. Closes it again. (NB: for most of this conversation, Kawamoto speaks in a dull monotone).
UEDA
Where're the hosts?
KAWAMOTO
(shrugs)
No idea.
Ueda whirls on him.
UEDA
What do you
mean, no idea? They were with you, weren't they?
KAWAMOTO
How did you know which door to go through?
UEDA
(baffled)
What?
Kawamoto half turns his head to look at him.
KAWAMOTO
In Kouji's apartment. We arrived at the crime scene together, but when I tried to go through the wrong door, you corrected me. How did you know?
Ueda frowns. He continues searching the club – opening door to Hikari's office, peering behind the bar and under tables etc – but is very slowly moving closer to Kawamoto.
UEDA
I didn't, I guessed.
KAWAMOTO
(bitter laugh)
I'm green but I'm not
that green. You didn't guess, Ueda. You
knew.
Ueda gives up on the search as Kawamoto stands and moves over to the bar. Both men are half-circling each other, neither wanting to get too close to the other.
UEDA
So now...what? You think I'm a murderer because I knew which room Kouji was in? It wasn't my fingerprints they found on the leaflets!
Kawamoto snatches up a fistful of leaflets from the bar and hurls them at Ueda.
KAWAMOTO
You mean these leaflets?
Ueda picks up one of the leaflets and glances at it. Freezes.
UEDA
This…
KAWAMOTO
They changed the design. Whoever killed Kouji must have been planning it for a while.
UEDA
So they changed the design. Shuya
works here! He could've gotten them at any time.
KAWAMOTO
But Shuya only committed one crime that we know of, and he was never caught. How could anyone have matched his fingerprints to those on the leaflet? His fingerprints aren't on file!
UEDA
Yeah, but…
KAWAMOTO
(cutting across, looking around)
Where are the police?
UEDA
Police?
KAWAMOTO
You said you called the local police before you left. They're a lot closer than you were. If you called them
before leaving, why aren't they here yet?
UEDA
How the fuck should I know!
KAWAMOTO
You're a detective. Trained, like me. A normal person might not have been able to get the drop on Kouji, but
you could.
(FX: the lights around the club dim, so that the audience only see Ueda and Kawamoto at the table)
UEDA
(sighs, sits down at the table)
Even if you could persuade someone to listen to this crazy fantasy of yours, you don't have any proof.
Kawamoto draws his gun and points it at Ueda. His hand's shaking visibly.
UEDA
What the hell do you think you're doing?!
KAWAMOTO
Did you kill Kouji?
UEDA
Enough already! This is…
KAWAMOTO
(yelling)
Did you kill him?Long, long silence. Ueda leans back in his chair, never taking his eyes off Kawamoto.
UEDA
What if I did?
Kawamoto squeezes his eyes shut. Devastated.
UEDA
They're scum. All of them. My last partner got himself killed by one of 'em.
KAWAMOTO
(quiet, broken)
But not any of the ones in this club.
UEDA
(shrugs)
So?
KAWAMOTO
So? So you're a detective! You're supposed to uphold the law, not break it!
UEDA
(snorts)
Still the naive kid, huh? We arrest people, we put 'em away and then they're walking free not three weeks later. Kouji had previous. Fights, burglary, he even put a few people in hospital when he was running wild in Kyoto. You think we should let someone like that loose on the streets of Tokyo?
KAWAMOTO
That doesn't give you the right to kill him!
UEDA
(sighs)
One less street punk...who's gonna know? Who's even gonna care?
Long silence. Ueda reaches inside his jacket for his own gun, but doesn't draw it.
UEDA
What now?
Kawamoto looks up at him. Tears. Betrayed by the person he looked up to the most. He sets his gun down, and Ueda smiles a little.
UEDA
That's what I thought.
Kawamoto picks up Hikari's cell phone from the table and pushes the button to stop recording.
KAWAMOTO
Thank you for your confession.
The smile drains off Ueda's face.
UEDA
What?
Kawamoto gets to his feet. Hating every second of this.
KAWAMOTO
Shinji Ueda, you're under arrest.
UEDA
(re: cell phone)
That's not admissible as evidence.
KAWAMOTO
Then you've nothing to worry about.
Ueda draws his gun and aims it at Kawamoto's chest.
UEDA
If you think you can arrest me by yourself, then...
(SFX: breaking glass)
Ueda falls to the ground as the club lights come back on, revealing Hikari standing there with a broken bottle in his hand.
HIKARI
(off the bottle)
Ah shit. Hundred thousand yen, down the drain.
KAWAMOTO
What are you doing here?
Hikari shrugs, sets the bottle down on the table.
HIKARI
Forgot my phone.
He holds out his hand for it. Kawamoto draws away.
KAWAMOTO
I'm sorry; I need it for evidence. I'll make sure you get it back afterwards.
He moves next to Hikari. Both look down at Ueda's unconscious body.
HIKARI
Didn't think you'd have it in you to arrest your own partner.
KAWAMOTO
(beat, then he looks at Hikari)
You came back to help me?
Hikari shrugs, not looking at him.
HIKARI
Yeah, well. My—
KAWAMOTO
—one act of charity, yeah, I get it.
Blackout.
End of scene.
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Definitions
catch duty: Slang. Basically, the person on catch duty is the one responsible for standing outside a club or restaurant, handing out leaflets and trying to entice passers-by into visiting.
Host club: A place where women pay to have good-looking young men flirt and drink with them and generally make them feel like the most desirable woman in the room. The hosts get a hefty commission on any drinks their lady buys. Some host clubs are classy, others are decidedly not. Club Tengoku falls very much in the latter category

Not illegal - assuming they don't have sex for money, which is something most hosts go out of their way to avoid - but many Japanese people tend to look down on hosts and hostesses.