Friday, October 07, 2005
An Imaginary Event
INT. PRISON. DAY.
The guard approaches the prisoner on his cot.
Rise and Shine Davis. It’s your lucky day.
Huh? What the hell, you interrupted my Ouisch dream?
Your what? Never mind. You know that crazy actor in Sacramento?
Davis sits up, trying to awake.
You mean Arnold? Yes.
Well to ease prison crowding or some such shit, he went crazy last night, granting clemency and what have you. You’re out.
Are you listening to me Davis. Grab your shit and get processed. You are released.
Davis looks around him, and then at the guard. Sees he is not kidding. Starts to grab his stuff. CUT TO:
EXT. PRISON. DAY.
Davis is second in line to exit. The WARDEN is ticking names off a clipboard as the prisoners exit.
ETHNIC PRISONER advances.
Okay. Thank you Sirhan, good luck in life. Next.
Okay Mr. Davis, you have your suit and your $200?
Okay have a nice life.
Thank you sir.
Davis exits the prison. He does not believe this. We follow.
He moves toward a waiting taxi. As he gets closer, a nearby sedan has all its doors open at once. Three men in suits, led by Stephen KAY, grab Davis.
Mr. Davis you are under arrest to be prosecuted for the murders of Lauren Gaul, James Sharp, Joel Pugh, Jane Doe #1 and John Doe #1. You have the right to remain silent....
Davis is dragged to the waiting sedan. He looks to the sky.
Jesus why you do this?