LOGLINE: When trouble hits our shores here's how a new generation of American baddasses hits back!
Act ONE: It's four past midnight at the state pen. We see a PREACHER man in a black and white collar reading from an old book with a black cover (note to audience: this is a Bible) and he's saying "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away."
WARDEN O'MALLEY turns to a guy strapped onto a gurney. He is named DA'CODY APPOLLONAIRE SHUBAKA and he is seconds away from getting a deadly injection since he is a condemned prisoner sentenced to death by lethal execution. "Do you have any last words?" THE WARDEN asks SHUBAKA. "Yeah, make sure you bury me face down so you all can KISS MY ASS when I am dead!"
"May the Lord have mercy on your immortal soul my son," says the PREACHER while WARDEN O'MALLEY just stands there looking all mad like SHUBAKA's words have really hit home.
One GUARD looks in SHUBAKA's cell at his last meal. "Hey DA'CODY, mind if'n I finish that Dr. Pepper and fried okra?"
SHUBAKA says "Help yourself."
Then the EXECUTIONER approaches SHUBAKA with the needle. "Wait a minute," says O'MALLEY to the EXECUTIONER. He grabs the EXECUTIONER's arm real tight right as SHUBAKA was going to get the shot, one more millimeter and it would be lights out for him. "You're not Jones. I thought he was going to stick the needle in this sorry sob." The EXECUTIONER smirks and says, "Yeah, well, Jones called in sick. Asked me to fill in for him tonight."
"OK, then," says O'MALLEY. "Let's get this horseshit over with." It is like he is impatient and wants to play golf or something, he is always checking his watch and earlier we heard him say, "I've got a tee time."
So the EXECUTIONER jabs SHUBAKA with the needle. He groans and shakes all over. Close up of his face as sweat pours off his brow. He is clearly going through some super agonizing agony. Maybe even blood pours out of his mouth. Anyway, when he is "dead" quote unquote the WARDEN smiles. He puts a finger against SHUBAKA's throat at the spot where you can feel a pulse in a living person. Then he signs the official death certificate and pulls a sheet over SHUBAKA.
"EXECUTIONER I need not remind you if you are a real executioner that it is your job to take this body away."
Then it happens: the EXECUTIONER gives a very sharp, one might almost say military-like salute to the WARDEN. The WARDEN isn't used to this since he does not run a very tight ship at the pen. This makes the WARDEN a little bit suspicious, kind of like, "hey, wtf is going on here is this cat for real?" Sensing something is wrong, The EXECUTIONER snaps out of this soldier mode and simply nods and smirks. He has an eyepatch over his left (or maybe his right, it depends on the actor) eye.
The EXECUTIONER trundles the body down a spotless corridor past rows of cages where human men who are unwanted and unwelcome in society are arrayed. We see many of them enjoying frozen novelties like Eskimo pies, which are passed out on executions to pacify them. They are all wearing wife beaters. In one section where all the Indian (Native American) cons are locked up though an old "warrior" is going through his ghost dance in respect for the life that has been snuffed which culminates when SHUBAKA's "corpse" is loaded into the olive drab hearse.
The guy who was going to be killed has been killed. Case closed . . . or is it?
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