one ring.
16 SARK 16
sneering, as he uses his electronic cesta to hurl the pellet
back with violent force.
16A THE SMALLER WARRIOR 16A
??
desperately trying to catch the pellet, but it smashes
into the ring, which explodes into a million pieces. One
last glimpse of the yellow warriors tortured, desperate
face as he falls to instant death.
17 SARK 17
??
triumphant, LAUGHING. High above him, etch
cracking safes and--
I learned all kinds
of strange things
as a youngster.
I came into
the execution field...
from a back-door
standpoint,
because I was very concerned
about the humanitarian aspects
of death by torture,
similar to what happened
in the state of Florida
two years ago...
with Mr.Jesse Tafero,
where they actually
set the mans head on fire.
Once the chair broke in half
in the state of
height of sophistication : 세련의 극치
drawer : 서랍
mini gherkin : 작은 오이로 담근 피클
here we go : 또 시작이군요
paddling pool = baby pool, wading pool : 깊지 않은 물웅덩이
barrister = lawyer
be well off = be rich = be successful
wander out of : 도망쳐 나오다
dread : ~을 매우 두려워하다
put off = postpone : 미루다
torture : 고문
tortured as PATIENT RECORDS are
spindled and ignited -- flaming torches used to set
everything in the place ablaze, and A WOLFPACK OF PATIENTS
kamikaze down-
INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
-- fling open a set of double doors marked "Cerebral
Hygiene," shouting: "Vannacutt!" And we see --
INT. CEREBRAL HYGIENE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
-- two people in surgical scrubs: the moustached Doctor
named VANNACUTT an
tortured innocent peasants for it.
We even murdered for it.
By Romanian law, that makes it ours.
Now you listen to me, stupid.
In hours, we will be back here...
with trampolines, parallel bars, swings...
and Nadia Comaneci. Dont be here!
Dont be here?
Where am I to go?
You have a choice, Comrade Count.
Either you spend the rest of your life
in an efficiency apartment...
with seven dissidents and
torture, Im telling you.
What? Is it bad, Doc?
Its not good.
Its cancer.
First I got marital problems, and now
youre telling me I got throat cancer.
- For Christs sake, man.
- Harvey, calm down, its not cancer.
You have a nodule on your vocal cords,
probably from screaming and yelling.
If you dont give it a rest,
youre gonna lose your voice completely.
Okay. But for how long?
- A few months.
- Mo
crack.
Look, Betty.
It is new.
Stop.
Youll make it worse.
They appear overnight.
Do you know how much was
in the plate this morning?
The walls have always been damp, Hugh.
We havent died from it.
That dissenter steals
our congregation one by one.
Well have nothing
while he gets fat.
- Thats his boy.
- Yes, so it is.
Hugh, your back!
Go home! Go home!
Go away! Go on!
Get off my lettuces!
Off!
Wait
cracks.
Nothing but trouble.
Look at the head room.
Go ahead, start it up.
Listen to that.
Thats power.
Thats performance.
You know what
I like best?
Whats that?
The price.
Hey! Wait a minute!
You cant drive
that car in here!
Whoa!
- Hey, guys, hows it going?
- What do you say?
Working, working.
You know.
Daddy, put me down!
Put me down!
I surrender!
Not me!
I love you, too.
Here come the sandwic
crack at the bottom of the door lights her face. She
is gagged and unconscious, a trickle of blood running down
her forehead. Her name is Corky.
MAN (V.O.)
Are you listening to me?
CUT TO:
INT. PAROLE OFFICE
It is a small cramped office, manila folders piled
everywhere.
OFFICER
You had better listen to me.
At the desk is a large man with a serious expression on
his face as he lectures. A patch on
crack on a wall. The poster shows a
glittering CHRISTY VAN CARTIER: singing star of a fifth-
rate Vegas lounge. Christy wears tight spangles and a
major wig on the poster. She has clearly lived up, or
down, to all of Sister Immaculatas expectations.
The CAMERA PANS through the dark bedroom in which the
poster hangs; a neon sign flashes outside the window,
casting a red and blue haze over the prem