Guards explode like a pack of howling hyenas. The Scientists glance over at them with a look that seems to say, "How is it possible for us to be sharing the same planet?"
GUARD #2
Did you just cut a big one or is Suzie back in town?
Guard #3, the biggest Neanderthal of the bunch, stops laughing long enough to contribute a rude, tounge-flapping raspberry, during the course of which...
mural.
All of them photos of A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRL, mid-twenties,
smiling out from beaches, parties and snowy scenes. Gorgeous brown
hair, heartbreaking smile. Effortlessly sexy.
RUDY
stares at the pictures for a moment, wistful. Nick snores, turns
over. Rudy climbs atop his bunk again, with the pen this time. And
crosses December 18th off the calendar.
CUT TO:
EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY
The two of
murals are
the stern visages of the Ayatollah Khomeini, and a Hezbollah
religious leader, the Sheikh Fadlallah... And, suddenly the
convoy skids to a stop... And blindfolded Lowell and Norman
are roughly taken out, and pushed, stumbling, through the
cloud of dust without sight... The lanky cameraman is
stopped, told to wait, while Lowell is pushed past armed men
guarding a small stone house, and
town to Santa
Monica, from the South Bay to the
San Fernando Valley. Twenty
minutes to work or play is the
longest youll have to travel.
More applause. One REPORTER asks a little too loudly...
REPORTER
How many bodies you think Mickey
Cohenll be able to hide in all
that cement?
The Mayor wears a plastic smile, ignores it.
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INT. THE MOCAMBO - NIGHT
A CLUB PHOTOGRAPHER pops snapshots, but the re
murals!
Hey! Get out!
And dont come home!
Dont come home and give me
one of your speeches
about the artist and the people
and your fucking revolution!
You only care about yourself,
you piece of shit!
So much for lunch.
Although...
I could eat you, perhaps.
I-Ive eaten female flesh
before. Yeah.
Yes.
Wrapped up in... tortillas.
Tastes like...
the tenderest young pig.
Watch out, Diego!
Lupes coming