Take No Prisoners

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In Chapter 46 of FILLMORE, Slim gets extradited to San Francisco, where he gets sentenced in court for his illegal passport application and returns to prison. Meanwhile, fellow pimp Gangster Brown tries to keep an eye on Slim's 'business.'

INT. COURTROOM - DAY
Slim stands at the defendant’s table with Kenneth.
The NASTY WHITE JUDGE (60’s) looks at Slim, face a dark cloud.

NASTY WHITE JUDGE
Clarence Sims, I sentence you to five years
in the federal penitentiary.

EXT. DALY CITY - SLIM’S HOUSE - DAY
Slim’s house is empty. No activity.
We see the grass needs to be cut.
Unread newspapers piled up in the driveway.

INT. PRISON WORK ROOM - DAY
A cavernous room filled with machinery.
Slim and a dozen other PRISONERS
are sewing giant parachutes on big tables.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Beverly sits on the couch watching TV, smoking a joint.
Her SON (3) sits on the floor playing with toys.

INT. PRISON - INSTRUMENT ROOM - DAY
Slim sits at the window of a room full of MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS,
handing them out to PRISONERS standing in line.
He hands a HULKING BRUTE (30’s) a banjo.

SLIM
Here you go, my man. Gonna make beautiful music with that.

HULKING BRUTE
I said I wanted a GUITAR.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with a banjo?

SLIM
Ain’t you seen Deliverance?

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
Beverly lies is Slim’s bed making love to a BOY TOY (20’s).
The baby starts CRYING in the next room.

INT. PRISON MUSIC ROOM - NIGHT
A MARIACHI BAND practices. Slim plays guitar with them.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Curtis Mayfield’s DIAMOND IN THE BACK over -- a party goin’ on.
Beverly and a dozen of her FRIENDS dance to the music,
laughing, shouting, carrying on.

INT. PRISON CORRIDOR - DAY
Slim walks down the corridor, shirt-tail untucked.
He passes a PRISON GUARD (20’s).

PRISON GUARD
Hey, boy. Tuck that shirt in.

Slim shoots him a look. Tucks it in as he walks on.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - NIGHT
James Brown’s SAY IT LOUD, really LOUD, over -- another party.
But this one is RAGING. The joint PACKED with as many people as can fit.

People are SCREAMING and YELLING. Drinks get spilled. Glass BREAKS.
We see Beverly bumping and grinding with Boy Toy. Suddenly THE MUSIC STOPS.
Gangster Brown stands next to the stereo, which he’s just unplugged.

GANGSTER BROWN
Everybody GET THE FUCK OUT.
(off their stares)
You HEARD ME. Get the FUCK OUT. NOW. ALL of you.
You fuckin’ up Slim’s HOUSE.

INT. PRISON - WOODWORKING SHOP - DAY
A large wood shop where several INMATES are making desks.
Slim has just finished making one. He bends down to pick it up. Lifts it --
and PULLS A MUSCLE in his back. He DROPS the desk, BANG.

Holds the small of his back, wincing in pain. Another prisoner comes over.
Slim moves to a chair. Sits down. Closes his eyes. In pain.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
Curtains drawn. A smoky haze drifts in the air.
Beverly lies on top of the bed, fully-dressed, mouth open, dead to the work.
Full ashtray, empty beer bottles on the night stand.

INT. PRISON RECREATION ROOM - DAY
Several dozen DANGEROUS-LOOKING PRISONERS are watching a movie
projected on a big screen at one end of the room.

On the screen we see a movie where prisoners are rioting,
tearing the joint apart. Setting fires. Running rampant.
In the back of the room, Slim watches, wearing hospital whites.

INT. PRISON CAFETERIA - DAY
A giant room packed with PRISONERS eating at long benches.
Off in a corner sits Slim and RENNY (30’s), a timid-looking fellow,
eating by themselves.

SLIM
You only been here?
Damn, I’ve been in four different prisons so far.

He finishes his sandwich. Grabs a spoon.
Starts to eat a portion of applesauce.

RENNY
I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.

SLIM
Why not?

RENNY
They put drugs in it to keep the prisoners in line.

SLIM
(looks at the spoon, puts it down)
What kinda drugs?

RENNY
Thorazine, shit like that. That’s how they control those big,
dangerous guys that should be in maximum security.
Keeps ‘em in line. Didn’t you wonder why they were here?

They turn and look at a long line of prisoners holding trays
pass a BIG, UGLY OLD MAN (50’s) wearing a hair net scooping out
big ladles of applesauce from a vat onto each man’s tray.

RENNY (O.C.)
The government is experimenting on prisoners.
They actually transfer dangerous felons that should be
in maximum security to HERE so they can see if this shit controls them.

Slim stares at Renny. Alarmed.

SLIM
Does it?

RENNY
Far as I can tell.
(shakes his head)
They show ‘em violent movies to get ‘em all riled up,
then feed ‘em drugs to control ‘em, break their will, like in Clockwork Orange.
Where the hell do you think they got the idea for that movie?

SLIM
Do they put it in anything else besides the applesauce?

RENNY
Hell if I know. But you gotta eat something --

SLIM
This is fucked-up.
This is supposed to be a prison hospital for sick and injured cons.

RENNY
Far as the government is concerned,
these guys are sicker than someone with sickle cell.
They think they’re a cancer on society.
The government does what it wants, when it wants,
and to WHO it wants. No bigger pimps in the world.

A pair of vicious-looking GIANT PRISONERS (30’s)
walk by carrying empty trays. They look at Slim, smile.

GIANT GRINNING PRISONER
Enjoy your lunch.

ENORMOUS GRINNING PRISONER
Have a nice day.