EXT. LABOR CAMP - DAY
TRACKERs keep a vigilant eye over the new prisoners.
FIND Hobbes and Pinocchio in line with the others,
speaking in hushed tones.
FIND Hobbes and Pinocchio in line with the others,
speaking in hushed tones.
HOBBES
What is this place?
What is this place?
PINOCCHIO
Work camp. Forced labor. Prisoners work like slaves,
down to the bone.
Work camp. Forced labor. Prisoners work like slaves,
down to the bone.
ANGLE ON ASSEMBLY - SLATER
Stands front and center. Eyes scan the prisoner.
SLATER
Observe the fence around you. It is your protection.
Everything you feared in Harsh Realm no longer
matters. Because from now on, you are free.
Observe the fence around you. It is your protection.
Everything you feared in Harsh Realm no longer
matters. Because from now on, you are free.
ANGLE ON THE PRISONERS
Scared and beaten. Listening.
RESUME SLATER
As he walks past the assembled prisoners.
SLATER
All your worries about food, water, shelter, they're
gone. You work here now. And you'll get everything
you need. considering what's out there, this is
paradise.
All your worries about food, water, shelter, they're
gone. You work here now. And you'll get everything
you need. considering what's out there, this is
paradise.
Slater stops, nods to a Tracker who moves towards
the prisoners.
the prisoners.
SLATER
There is a price for freedom. You do your work, you
respect the rules. Violate the rules, and you will
be punished.
There is a price for freedom. You do your work, you
respect the rules. Violate the rules, and you will
be punished.
The Tracker pulls out a gun-like WEAPON. Behind him,
a TRUSTEE follows, a bedraggled prisoner,
expressionless with a small circular scar on the3
center of his forehead. We TILT DOWN from the SCAR to
a BOWL in the Trustee's hands:
a TRUSTEE follows, a bedraggled prisoner,
expressionless with a small circular scar on the3
center of his forehead. We TILT DOWN from the SCAR to
a BOWL in the Trustee's hands:
CLOSE ON BOWL
Crawling with small CHROME SCARABS, beetle-like,
articulated legs and wings, writhing.
articulated legs and wings, writhing.
RESUME TRACKER
Dips the GUN into the bowl, and SLURP! the gun sucks
in a SCARAB round, recoiling as it enters. WE FOLLOW
THE GUN as it RISES out of the bowl.
in a SCARAB round, recoiling as it enters. WE FOLLOW
THE GUN as it RISES out of the bowl.
AND UP to a PRISONER'S HEAD. The Tracker presses the
barrel up to the base of his SKULL. Pulls the
trigger. THWACK! -- his head jolts forward. Then back
--
barrel up to the base of his SKULL. Pulls the
trigger. THWACK! -- his head jolts forward. Then back
--
CLOSE ON PRISONER
His eyes open. He seems okay. To his amazement.
RESUME SLATER
SLATER
Simple security measure. Respect your freedom, and
you have nothing to be afraid of.
Simple security measure. Respect your freedom, and
you have nothing to be afraid of.
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