Prisoner’s Dilemma, Pt. 10

CUT TO:

INT. A DUSTY CELL

A group of men and women in their twenties and thirties are sitting on the floor of a makeshift cell in a foreign land. There are no furnishings whatsoever, save for a bucket in the corner meant to serve as a toilet. The men and women are dirty and thin, hair unkempt and beards unshaved. Some of them are wearing the uniforms of soldiers, but some are civilians. Among the numbers of the soldiers is a YOUNG GREY MAN.

THE GREY MAN (V.O.)

See, I’ve been where you’ve been, believe it or not.

There is the sound of a door opening and slamming shut. Three MASKED MEN enter the dusty cell, one of them unarmed and the other two carrying rifles. The armed ones train their rifles on the prisoners. The unarmed one carefully considers the prisoners before deciding upon a civilian. With a nod of his head and a few words spoken in a foreign language, he indicates to the armed masked men to grab the prisoner.

One of the masked men steps forward and does so. The other keeps the rifle level, as if daring the prisoners to move. The Young Grey Man watches as they’re taken away sobbing and screaming.

THE GREY MAN (V.O.)

I know what it’s like for the world not to make any sense.

CUT TO:

Another prisoner is taken away.

CUT TO:

And another.

CUT TO:

And another.

THE GREY MAN (V.O.)

I know what it’s like to feel helpless. To be a victim of forces beyond your control.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: