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INT TORTURE CHAMBER 6
We see nothing except some light through a small window on
the thick steel door, barely illuminating anything.
Suddenly a series of bright fluorescent lights in the
concrete ceiling turn on. A man jerks awake, strapped to a
chair. He is a white man in his 30’s, with a freshly shaved
head and pale skin. He looks like he hasn’t eaten in a few
days. He gasps and quickly blurts out:
PRISONER (30)
The fuck, what the fuck, where
the fuck am I? What is this?

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He is scared, breathing quickly. There is no response. He
bucks violently in the chair. His restraints are too
strong. Slowly, we begin to hear some noise through the
door. They sound like whispers. He strains to listen.
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INT HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
There are several doors, all the same except the numbers on
the doors. We see 4, 5, 6, 7, with 11, 12, 13, and 14
opposite. There are muffled moans from some of the rooms.
However, music starts playing from speakers embedded in the
hallway walls. It’s the Banana’s in Pajamas theme tune.
Within seconds the rooms begin to produce more noises, as
some prisoners begin to scream.

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INT TORTURE CHAMBER 6 - CONTINUOUS
PRISONER is taken aback. The combination
and the music is scaring him. He strains
around the room, trying to find any clue
On the back wall, he can just about make
says:
GWANTANNYMO INTERROGATION
FACILITY, ROOM 6

of the screaming
his neck looking
as to where he is.
out a sign that

He then turns his attention back to the door, as he can now
hear footsteps. He only noticed due to the screaming
subsiding. They sound like there are two sets of footsteps,
coming down some stairs.
PRISONER
Hey! Where the fuck am I? Get me
out of this place. There’s been
some kind of mistake, I ain’t no
fuckin’ terrorist He is cut off by the door opening.

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INT HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
There are two guards standing at the open doorway of
TORTURE CHAMBER 6, looking at the PRISONER. They are fully
dressed in Banana in Pajama costumes. They both have
weapons on their hips, and it is hard to tell their height
due to the costumes. They walk into the room.

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INT TORTURE CHAMBER 6 - CONTINUOUS
They stand a few feet in front of the chair holding the
PRISONER, to the left and right with the door in the
middle. One begins to speak.

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B1
(to B2)
Well gee-whiz B2, looks like this
prisoner doesn’t know the meaning
of nap time!
B2
(to B1)
Gosh, you’re sure right B1! Every
other prisoner knows that when
the music comes on we close our
eyes and stay quiet! How come
this prisoner doesn’t know?
The PRISONER looks from one to the other, terrified and
confused at the sight. Their voices were high pitched and
childish, as if they were on TV talking to toddlers. The
PRISONER looks as if he doesn’t believe he is there.
PRISONER
The fuck are you psychos on
about? What did I do? You can’t
just hold me here without charge
you B1
Charge? Charge! We don’t charge
you to stay here at lovely
Gwantannymo! It’s free of charge!
B2
You’re our guest! But please keep
the volume down, or we’re going
to have to move you to another
room.
The prisoner is now furious, a combination of the music
still blaring from the hallway and the guards answers.
PRISONER
Shut the fuck up and answer my
fucking question you psychos!
(MORE)

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PRISONER (CONT'D)
Why the fuck am I here? I haven’t
done anything! You can’t do this.
You can’t just keep me here. I
have rights! This is America you
fruity lunatics, and I have
rights goddamnit! let me go!

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The guards look at each other. B1 leans in towards the
PRISONER. Fruity Lunatics seems to have upset them.

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B1
(in his normal voice)
And who says we’re in America?

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The PRISONER has a stunned look on his face.
B1 (CONT’D)
(Back to the childlike
voice)
Why B2, why don’t you tell our
guest where we are?
B2
Thanks B1! I always love talking
to our infidel invites! We are...
nowhere! Not in a country, not in
a state, not at sea, no where! We
don’t exist on a map! There are
no laws! No rules! No oversight!
No end to all the fun we get to
have, with you, our guest. Are
you thinking what I’m thinking
B1?

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B1
I think I am B2! Is it that we
should take him to the fun room?

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B2
Sounds good B1! Come on Mr
Infidel, time to have some fun!

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They gag his mouth before he can raise a protest, and put a
bag over his head.
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INT HALLWAY
The PRISONER slowly drifts in and out of consciousness,
only vaguely aware that he is being dragged along by the
guards down the corridor. He can hear screams, laughter and
crying all at once from the various rooms. He blacks out
again.

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INT FUN ROOM
Once again, the PRISONER awakes, strapped to another chair.
They are in the FUN ROOM, but it all looks the same to him.
He has a cloth strapped across his face. He muffles, but
cannot be heard. This time the song is playing inside the
room, although softly so the guards can speak.
B1
Are you thinking what I’m
thinking, B2?

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B2
I think I am B1! Is it that Mr
Terrywrist looks thirsty?

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B1
That’s what I was thinking! I
think it’s time to give our
prisoner a drink!

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B1 lifts a bucket, and holds in view for the PRISONER to
see. As soon as the PRISONER registers what’s about to
happen, B1 begins pouring the contents over the cloth. The
PRISONER kicks and screams (muffled), chocking on the
contents. B1 stops for a moment.
B1 (CONT’D)
Now, some people like to use
water. And that’s fine, nothing
wrong with traditions! But we
like to be modern and interesting
over here at Gwantannymo, so we
use banana smoothies!

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B2
Oh they’re delicious, aren’t they
B1? Let’s give him some more!
Again, B1 pours the contents over the PRISONER. He is
choking, violently bucking to try and break free but it is
no use.
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INT HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

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We hear screaming, as the camera moves along the Hallway to
reveal the FUN ROOM. Muffled screams can be just heard from
inside.
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INT FUN ROOM - CONTINUOUS
B1
Well, that’s probably enough of
that for now. Now, I’m going to
remove this cloth - are you going
to be calm and not yell?

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PRISONER is still reeling from the torture, but nods.
B1 (CONT’D)
Well alright! I’m just going to
remove this then.
PRISONER
(Whispering)
Please... please, I’ll tell you
whatever you want to know. I
don’t know anything but please,
just stop torturing me... I’ll
tell you anything.
B2
We’re not looking for answers Mr.
Infidel, we’re just feeding you!
B1
Yes, in fact why don’t we give
him some food now. How about a
banana split? I love those!
B2
That’s a great idea, B1!
PRISONER
Please, just let me go... I don’t
He is cut off, as the guards flip him over on the table.
The PRISONER is too weak to fight. He barely registers that
they are removing his clothes. His attention snaps back
once he hears whipped cream being sprayed along his back,
towards his buttocks. He is dumbfounded, almost dismissing
the thoughts he has. But his fears are confimed when B1
speaks.

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B1
Well that’s the cream! Time to
split you with a creamy banana.

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Tears stream down the PRISONER’s face as we see the implied
assault by B1 on the PRISONER. We hear the song become
louder and louder until it finishes.

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Fade out.

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INT BEDROOM
The PRISONER awakes with a jolt. He realizes that he isn’t
in Gwantannymo and that it was just a dream. He rubs his
eyes, and lays back down for a moment, sighing in relief.
WIFE (O.S.)
Honey, you ok? Come have some
breakfast.

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He gets out of bed, and walks to the door.
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INT KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The PRISONER approaches his wife, and pecks her on the
cheek. He has his eyes closed as he hugs her from behind.
PRISONER
I had the weirdest dream last
night. Anyways, whatcha making?

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WIFE
Just some banana bread, do you
want some?
She holds a plate of banana bread in front of his face. We
see his eyes widen, and one begins to twitch as the smell
hits his face.

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WIFE (CONT’D)
Honey, what’s wrong?
PRISONER
Nothing, just my dream involved
bananas and... yeah. I think I’ll
stick to toast.

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WIFE
(bemused)
Must’ve been a hell of a dream.
The PRISONER sits down in the chair, puts his arms behind
his head and leans back with his eyes closed. It certainly
had been a weird dream, his face seemed to say.
PRISONER
Well, it was only a dream. Over
now. Gwantannymo, heh.

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B1
TIME TO WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!

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Horror as his wife has turned into B1, and he begins to
scream as loud as humanly possible. Close up on his face

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INT FUN ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The camera continues to lift upwards from the PRISONER’s
face, as he is still strapped to the table.
THE END

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