P.O.W. CAMP SEATTLE 2009 the series (A quinn martin production)
Opening scene:
Nickels the huge gasbag prison manager is sitting at his desk eating. A prison guard enters the room.
Nickels: What seems to be the problem now (burp)?
Guard: Well, the new prisoners from other states are putting up a lot of resistance.
Nickels: (goes and sits on the toilet continuing to eat) Oh yeah? How so?
Guard: Well, they refuse to stop bathing; they sneak into the showers in the middle of the night to bathe, sir, and they have soap hidden everywhere.
Nickels: Well that's not very nice.
Guard: They refuse to report on each other.
Nickels: (Picking at an infected old tattoo) That's not good (burp).
Guard: And...sir? Sir? Please don't walk off while I'm still talking to you.
Nickels: You're not from here, are you, son?
Guard: I've lived here 25 years, sir.
Nickels: Yeah, but your grandpappy wasn't born here. What else have they done?
Guard: Well, the mind control doesn't seem to be working on them very well.
Nickels: You mean that after all the spirit-killing shunning by true Seattleite Blood Folk, the constant darkness, being mistrusted, shut out of the job market, shitty food, unsanitary conditions and that persistent long, note A flat that we play out of the air raid sirens, that they still aren't cooperating? (blows nose on sleeve)
Guard: No, sir. I mean yeah, they aren't.
Nickels: Well, then son....give 'em a head start and we'll gun them down in the streets. That'll show them for trying to live here and breathe. And pollute our in-bred gene pool.
The scene closes with a disgusting array of Broadway Capitol Hill losers coming in to give Nickels a massage with Teriyucki Oil.