Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
BRAIN HARVEST (14)
Religious Savior
Int: New Orleans Police-Central Command-8 a.m.
Bringing Tyrone in to the conference room from his over night lock-up, Agent Davis is going to try a little interrogation, and see if he can break him down a bit.
Agent Davis to guard
"Did everything run good last night with this Tyrone guy?"
(Looking at him thorough the glass)
Guard
"Didn't say much, made his phone call, and crashed out...that's all I know sir..."
Agent Davis
"Okay, could you get him on the recorder...I'm going to take a shot at him while I've got some time?"
Guard
"No problem sir!"
(10 Minutes Later)
Tyrone being given some coffee and told to relax.
Agent Davis and psychoanalyst Doctor Hyatt enter room.
Agent Davis
"Good morning Mister Malory, and how are we doing?"
Tyrone
"About as well could be expected, shit?"
Davis
"Well, this is Doctor Hyatt, she will be assisting me with your evaluation...is that okay?"
Tyrone
"I don't need any evaluating, there ain't nothing wrong with me...I ain't done nothing..."
Davis
"Mister Malory please try to cooperate here...
Tyrone
"Call me Tyrone...it's T, Y, R, O, N, E...I ain't gotta talk to you...you can talk to my lawyer...he be here in just a few...I ain't got nothing to say, to you or the psycho woman either!"
Doctor Hyatt
"Well Tyrone, we just wanted to see if we could help...there are things missing in your life that don't quite add up, your income, your activities, what you do, perhaps..."
Tyrone
"Perhaps you need to shut the hell up Miss...sitting here in your pretty little dress, your stethoscope, and your ain't I cutesy little pussy-assed smirk, while Doctor Killdeer over here is looking for motive and reasoning...look, let me all save you some time...you got nothing, and I will be leaving soon, save your breath on digging anything out of me!"
Agent Davis
"Well, unfortunately your being charged with possession of a controlled substance...perhaps distribution...but we have reason to believe that something else has been taking place between your walls...anything come to mind?"
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone's attorney the honorable Billie-Jean Wallace has just walked up to the Front Desk.
Billie-Jean
"Hello sir, how nice to make your acquaintance."
Desk Captain
"How can I help you Mam?"
Billie-Jean
"I'm here representing Tyrone Malory, I presume he's available for my precious time, isn't he?"
Desk Captain
"Well, he's still in custody, and I believe that he's being questioned right now, but no bail hearing has been set...he's still in preliminaries...so you may have to wait Miss Wallace."
Billie-Jean
Billie-Jean Wallace don't wait for no one...you God forsaken sinner's interrupting a man's religious corridor, absolved of year's of suppression on the commonality of the Indian Negro, I demand satisfaction for the the reparations you be thou on the brother..."
Desk Captain
"Very good Mam, would you prefer to consult with the District Attorney for details on this case...perhaps you can make instruction to any civil rights violation which may have occurred?"
Billie-Jean
"That sounds like a proper channel to direct my complacent complaints toward and get some mandated results from this orchestrated misguided misunderstanding of the legal system, ah...thank you!"
(Scene Switch)
Back in the interrogation room Agent Davis and Doctor Hyatt are getting no where in to the particulars of Tyrone's storyline.
Doctor Hyatt
"So, when you were twelve...you said you use'd to steal candy cigarettes from the A and P food store...anything else?
Tyrone
"And little mirrors, like make-up mirrors, and I'd take 'em to my room and line them up on my dresser and pretend like I was Sam Cook (singing "Bring It On Home To Me"), until some fucker had to shoot his ass in sixty-four...for the Love of God, why?"
Doctor Hyatt
"Sir, your getting off subject here...was there anything else going on?"
Tyrone
"Lot's going on...just nothing you need to know about, Tyrone be all good, that all you need to know!"
(Knock on door)
Assistant District Attorney-Nancy
"Ah, Agent Davis, have a second...out here...in the hall?"
Agent Davis
"What's up Nancy?"
Nancy
"Well, I just got out of a rather disorderly conference with Mister Mallory's attorney...ah Billie Jean Wallace, and it appears she's about ready to file civil rights charges against the prosecution regarding the use of Peyote and Magic Mushrooms as a religious sacrament...you believe this believe this nonsense?"
Agent Davis
"With this clown anything's possible...he's a real piece of work...what can we do?"
Nancy
"You could hold him for observation, but this whack attorney is contesting a filing today, and I really don't need the media bullshit right now...they'll be rioting by midnight if this get's out!"
Agent Davis
"Is he really an Indian, or blood?"
Nancy
"How do I know, maybe you should ask him...but Sister Billie want's to be in on this, so let her talk."
Agent Davis
"Okay, bring her in..."
(Scene Switch)
Back at Tyrone's Apartment Brian and Sydney, and the two Bowling Bimbos who remain strapped to the cots, still producing Serotonin wafers from the machine.
Brian desperately trying to find escape exit, as hidden wall door is locked from the outside.
Brian
"Keep looking man, there's got to be a crack or something around here!"
Sydney
"The only thing I could think of was that back windows, but there's about a hundred nails on a one inch piece of plywood, and it probably has a painting of a bedroom from the other side...Tyrone really got this place figured out..."
Brian
"Wait, there are stairs going up onto the porch thing, the little entrance floor...these old houses all had breezeways going under the house...little places for..."
Sydney
"Cool air to blow, so that helped to keep the house cool..."
Brian
"But, it was also the place where they installed floor heaters...look around and see if you can find any heating grates...look under the carpets over there!"
Sydney
"Yea, with any luck, there might be a crawl way out of here if we can kick the duct work down!"
Brian
"Brilliant, but I imagine it's top loaded with a pretty good lip on it, huh?"
Sydney
"Look who's getting pessimistic now...who be the wienie?"
Brian
"Yea, take the cheap shot, but we don't have any food, I don't know how to disconnect the girls, and if they come out of their comatose, I can only guess what to give them?"
Sydney
"Never thought of it like that...now I'm becoming the wienie!"
(Scene Switch)
Back at the interrogation room, Tyrone's attorney Billie-Jean Wallace, Agent Davis, Doctor Hyatt, and Assistant Attorney Nancy French are all squabbling about the mistreatment of the supposedly part Indian Tyrone.
Billie-Jean Wallace
"Now, look he'ar...I'm moving to say that your defensive action in Orleans Parish is unconstitutional to the bureaucratic mandates of the regulations concerning possession of certain supplements for his blood worship...it's time for the black Indians to stand up and be counted...am I making myself clear?"
Nancy
"Mam, I believe you must inform and have on file, which means you must file first..."
Agent Davis
"That's true...all that must be registered with our divisions of permits before you are allowed to legally hold possession of a schedule A narcotic of any type, religious, medical, or special event...it doesn't matter!"
Billie-Jean Wallace
"And that be the problem right there...your constrictions and afflictions are harboring the spirit of the black Indian brotherhood...it's no wonder they continue to be oppressed, unable to pull themselves without the guidance of their spiritual boot straps, which you selfishly deny of his goodness...a man without sight do not survive the night, without a fight...without the might...
Nancy whispering to Davis
"I'm going to lock this bitch down if she doesn't stop this save the Coon shit..."
Agent Davis to Nancy
"Can I stun her first...make it look like an accident?"
Nancy
"With our luck, she's short the thing out and draw from it's energy!"
Billie-Jean Wallace
"So, instead of wasting everyone's time, as we have places to go, things to do, and people to meet, I am requesting to council-honey Nancy that you cut the man loose, and lick your wounds from the scorn you were warned about...wisely averted as I was ready to take you down like Hog Jowls, with biscuits and gravy..."
Nancy
"Just one question Mister Malory...uh, Tyrone, what part Indian are you?"
Tyrone scratching his head
"Well, I was, I mean am Tchoupotoulis...a Wild Tchoupotoulis...ah one-sixths...yea that's it!"
Agent Davis
"Sir, that's the name of a street running along side the river front, are you sure?"
Billie-Jean Wallace
"Can't you see the boy be all fumbling his words, his brain ain't right cause the white man with the badge come and dern took it away...you messed the child up...he be Ouchita or Hithachy...up around Shreveport, Monroe...them brothers move around a lot, trying to avoid the scourge of the white man and them wild pigs that be running around trying to gore 'em with them nasty-assed tusks...plum amazing that anybody made it out alive...the odds were not with them...it was like I've always said...it was God's will to let Tyrone survive...
Nancy
"Okay guys, look, I'd really Love to stand here and talk about the civil rights movement of the last hundred years of the old south, but I'm going to move to release custody of Tyrone here to the loving hand and guidance of Miss Wallace...all say here yey"
Everyone in room including Tyrone
"Here Yey!"
(Scene Switch)
(Two Hours Later)
Brian and Sydney located old floor mounted heating vent. Taking turns banging and stomping on duct work, when suddenly the side door opens from hidden door bookcase.
Tyrone appears back from his incarceration.
Tyrone
"What the hell you doing to my floor man...shit, you kicked in my heater core?"
Brian
"Trying to find our way out of here..."
Sydney
"Trying to find freedom...we didn't know when you'd be back...great to see you...really!"
Tyrone looking at wafer machine overflowing from the girl's processed brain juices.
"Shit man, you left this thing on all night, gees...you probably drained them for a month."
Brian
"Guess we're not ready to go this alone, huh?"
Tyrone
"Hell no, you guys would be just selling body parts cause there would be nobody to bring back!"
Brian
"So, they let you out...are you on bail or something?"
Tyrone
"No, it was weird cause this crazy-assed attorney, who I've never seen before...got me off on some being part Indian mumbo-jumbo...weird chick...anyway it worked!"
Sydney
"So, what now...can we just leave...how are we gonna get the girls out?"
Tyrone
"I thought about that, and since you already put a hole in my floor, this might be the answer...I could drug up some more and we could drag them under the house, out on a bedspread, one at a time into the back yard, then bring 'em around on the other side and into the van."
Sydney
"No one will see shit...that's perfect!"
Brian
"But, what about future operations...we can't do anything here?"
Tyrone
"Why don't you take a few days off, I'll talk to my finance manger and we'll figure something out, let everything simmer down a bit...you'all got some money coming, too!"
Brian
"Sounds good, when are we taking the bowling bimbos home?
Tyrone
"They pretty much out of it...better do it tonight...you two hang out here, it's not cool leaving through the front anyway...we'll all leave together, we drop the girls off, I'll drop you two off, and get myself back here...by the way, when you gonna buy another truck or something?"
Brian
"Now that all this happened...man, I guess I better get it done!"
Tyrone
"In the mean time...all is quiet on the front..."
All of a sudden one of the girls, wakes up and turns her head at them
"Are all you guys "still" in my dream...get out of here, go...I'm done with you!"
Tyrone
"Guess I spoke to soon..."
Everybody Laughing
(Scene Close)
(10 Minutes Later)
Tyrone being given some coffee and told to relax.
Agent Davis and psychoanalyst Doctor Hyatt enter room.
Agent Davis
"Good morning Mister Malory, and how are we doing?"
Tyrone
"About as well could be expected, shit?"
Davis
"Well, this is Doctor Hyatt, she will be assisting me with your evaluation...is that okay?"
Tyrone
"I don't need any evaluating, there ain't nothing wrong with me...I ain't done nothing..."
Davis
"Mister Malory please try to cooperate here...
Tyrone
"Call me Tyrone...it's T, Y, R, O, N, E...I ain't gotta talk to you...you can talk to my lawyer...he be here in just a few...I ain't got nothing to say, to you or the psycho woman either!"
Doctor Hyatt
"Well Tyrone, we just wanted to see if we could help...there are things missing in your life that don't quite add up, your income, your activities, what you do, perhaps..."
Tyrone
"Perhaps you need to shut the hell up Miss...sitting here in your pretty little dress, your stethoscope, and your ain't I cutesy little pussy-assed smirk, while Doctor Killdeer over here is looking for motive and reasoning...look, let me all save you some time...you got nothing, and I will be leaving soon, save your breath on digging anything out of me!"
Agent Davis
"Well, unfortunately your being charged with possession of a controlled substance...perhaps distribution...but we have reason to believe that something else has been taking place between your walls...anything come to mind?"
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone's attorney the honorable Billie-Jean Wallace has just walked up to the Front Desk.
Billie-Jean
"Hello sir, how nice to make your acquaintance."
Desk Captain
"How can I help you Mam?"
Billie-Jean
"I'm here representing Tyrone Malory, I presume he's available for my precious time, isn't he?"
Desk Captain
"Well, he's still in custody, and I believe that he's being questioned right now, but no bail hearing has been set...he's still in preliminaries...so you may have to wait Miss Wallace."
Billie-Jean
Billie-Jean Wallace don't wait for no one...you God forsaken sinner's interrupting a man's religious corridor, absolved of year's of suppression on the commonality of the Indian Negro, I demand satisfaction for the the reparations you be thou on the brother..."
Desk Captain
"Very good Mam, would you prefer to consult with the District Attorney for details on this case...perhaps you can make instruction to any civil rights violation which may have occurred?"
Billie-Jean
"That sounds like a proper channel to direct my complacent complaints toward and get some mandated results from this orchestrated misguided misunderstanding of the legal system, ah...thank you!"
(Scene Switch)
Back in the interrogation room Agent Davis and Doctor Hyatt are getting no where in to the particulars of Tyrone's storyline.
Doctor Hyatt
"So, when you were twelve...you said you use'd to steal candy cigarettes from the A and P food store...anything else?
Tyrone
"And little mirrors, like make-up mirrors, and I'd take 'em to my room and line them up on my dresser and pretend like I was Sam Cook (singing "Bring It On Home To Me"), until some fucker had to shoot his ass in sixty-four...for the Love of God, why?"
Doctor Hyatt
"Sir, your getting off subject here...was there anything else going on?"
Tyrone
"Lot's going on...just nothing you need to know about, Tyrone be all good, that all you need to know!"
(Knock on door)
Assistant District Attorney-Nancy
"Ah, Agent Davis, have a second...out here...in the hall?"
Agent Davis
"What's up Nancy?"
Nancy
"Well, I just got out of a rather disorderly conference with Mister Mallory's attorney...ah Billie Jean Wallace, and it appears she's about ready to file civil rights charges against the prosecution regarding the use of Peyote and Magic Mushrooms as a religious sacrament...you believe this believe this nonsense?"
Agent Davis
"With this clown anything's possible...he's a real piece of work...what can we do?"
Nancy
"You could hold him for observation, but this whack attorney is contesting a filing today, and I really don't need the media bullshit right now...they'll be rioting by midnight if this get's out!"
Agent Davis
"Is he really an Indian, or blood?"
Nancy
"How do I know, maybe you should ask him...but Sister Billie want's to be in on this, so let her talk."
Agent Davis
"Okay, bring her in..."
(Scene Switch)
Back at Tyrone's Apartment Brian and Sydney, and the two Bowling Bimbos who remain strapped to the cots, still producing Serotonin wafers from the machine.
Brian desperately trying to find escape exit, as hidden wall door is locked from the outside.
Brian
"Keep looking man, there's got to be a crack or something around here!"
Sydney
"The only thing I could think of was that back windows, but there's about a hundred nails on a one inch piece of plywood, and it probably has a painting of a bedroom from the other side...Tyrone really got this place figured out..."
Brian
"Wait, there are stairs going up onto the porch thing, the little entrance floor...these old houses all had breezeways going under the house...little places for..."
Sydney
"Cool air to blow, so that helped to keep the house cool..."
Brian
"But, it was also the place where they installed floor heaters...look around and see if you can find any heating grates...look under the carpets over there!"
Sydney
"Yea, with any luck, there might be a crawl way out of here if we can kick the duct work down!"
Brian
"Brilliant, but I imagine it's top loaded with a pretty good lip on it, huh?"
Sydney
"Look who's getting pessimistic now...who be the wienie?"
Brian
"Yea, take the cheap shot, but we don't have any food, I don't know how to disconnect the girls, and if they come out of their comatose, I can only guess what to give them?"
Sydney
"Never thought of it like that...now I'm becoming the wienie!"
(Scene Switch)
Back at the interrogation room, Tyrone's attorney Billie-Jean Wallace, Agent Davis, Doctor Hyatt, and Assistant Attorney Nancy French are all squabbling about the mistreatment of the supposedly part Indian Tyrone.
Billie-Jean Wallace
"Now, look he'ar...I'm moving to say that your defensive action in Orleans Parish is unconstitutional to the bureaucratic mandates of the regulations concerning possession of certain supplements for his blood worship...it's time for the black Indians to stand up and be counted...am I making myself clear?"
Nancy
"Mam, I believe you must inform and have on file, which means you must file first..."
Agent Davis
"That's true...all that must be registered with our divisions of permits before you are allowed to legally hold possession of a schedule A narcotic of any type, religious, medical, or special event...it doesn't matter!"
Billie-Jean Wallace
"And that be the problem right there...your constrictions and afflictions are harboring the spirit of the black Indian brotherhood...it's no wonder they continue to be oppressed, unable to pull themselves without the guidance of their spiritual boot straps, which you selfishly deny of his goodness...a man without sight do not survive the night, without a fight...without the might...
Nancy whispering to Davis
"I'm going to lock this bitch down if she doesn't stop this save the Coon shit..."
Agent Davis to Nancy
"Can I stun her first...make it look like an accident?"
Nancy
"With our luck, she's short the thing out and draw from it's energy!"
Billie-Jean Wallace
"So, instead of wasting everyone's time, as we have places to go, things to do, and people to meet, I am requesting to council-honey Nancy that you cut the man loose, and lick your wounds from the scorn you were warned about...wisely averted as I was ready to take you down like Hog Jowls, with biscuits and gravy..."
Nancy
"Just one question Mister Malory...uh, Tyrone, what part Indian are you?"
Tyrone scratching his head
"Well, I was, I mean am Tchoupotoulis...a Wild Tchoupotoulis...ah one-sixths...yea that's it!"
Agent Davis
"Sir, that's the name of a street running along side the river front, are you sure?"
Billie-Jean Wallace
"Can't you see the boy be all fumbling his words, his brain ain't right cause the white man with the badge come and dern took it away...you messed the child up...he be Ouchita or Hithachy...up around Shreveport, Monroe...them brothers move around a lot, trying to avoid the scourge of the white man and them wild pigs that be running around trying to gore 'em with them nasty-assed tusks...plum amazing that anybody made it out alive...the odds were not with them...it was like I've always said...it was God's will to let Tyrone survive...
Nancy
"Okay guys, look, I'd really Love to stand here and talk about the civil rights movement of the last hundred years of the old south, but I'm going to move to release custody of Tyrone here to the loving hand and guidance of Miss Wallace...all say here yey"
Everyone in room including Tyrone
"Here Yey!"
(Scene Switch)
(Two Hours Later)
Brian and Sydney located old floor mounted heating vent. Taking turns banging and stomping on duct work, when suddenly the side door opens from hidden door bookcase.
Tyrone appears back from his incarceration.
Tyrone
"What the hell you doing to my floor man...shit, you kicked in my heater core?"
Brian
"Trying to find our way out of here..."
Sydney
"Trying to find freedom...we didn't know when you'd be back...great to see you...really!"
Tyrone looking at wafer machine overflowing from the girl's processed brain juices.
"Shit man, you left this thing on all night, gees...you probably drained them for a month."
Brian
"Guess we're not ready to go this alone, huh?"
Tyrone
"Hell no, you guys would be just selling body parts cause there would be nobody to bring back!"
Brian
"So, they let you out...are you on bail or something?"
Tyrone
"No, it was weird cause this crazy-assed attorney, who I've never seen before...got me off on some being part Indian mumbo-jumbo...weird chick...anyway it worked!"
Sydney
"So, what now...can we just leave...how are we gonna get the girls out?"
Tyrone
"I thought about that, and since you already put a hole in my floor, this might be the answer...I could drug up some more and we could drag them under the house, out on a bedspread, one at a time into the back yard, then bring 'em around on the other side and into the van."
Sydney
"No one will see shit...that's perfect!"
Brian
"But, what about future operations...we can't do anything here?"
Tyrone
"Why don't you take a few days off, I'll talk to my finance manger and we'll figure something out, let everything simmer down a bit...you'all got some money coming, too!"
Brian
"Sounds good, when are we taking the bowling bimbos home?
Tyrone
"They pretty much out of it...better do it tonight...you two hang out here, it's not cool leaving through the front anyway...we'll all leave together, we drop the girls off, I'll drop you two off, and get myself back here...by the way, when you gonna buy another truck or something?"
Brian
"Now that all this happened...man, I guess I better get it done!"
Tyrone
"In the mean time...all is quiet on the front..."
All of a sudden one of the girls, wakes up and turns her head at them
"Are all you guys "still" in my dream...get out of here, go...I'm done with you!"
Tyrone
"Guess I spoke to soon..."
Everybody Laughing
(Scene Close)
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