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35.
Deviant. Damn it. Drug-smoking
Christianity.
The CAP remains on the ground, its RED STAR shown in the
mud.
The Captain returns to the FIRING SQUAD ranks.
Beth looks on. The words of command are faint to her. She
shakes to the reverberation.
SIX SHOTS in perfect unison.
Six men fall.
The Captain drags Beth out of the ranks, pulls her roughly
towards the dead. He takes up the Busker’s wrist. There is
a green ink BAR CODE TATTOO.
CAPTAIN
He was a Communist. Are you
a communist?
The Captain pulls out a SWISS ARMY KNIFE from his hip
pocket. He opens the blade, digs it into the Busker’s
wrist. BLOOD FLOWS.
Beth chokes as if to vomit, but there is nothing to throw
up. She rubs her own wrist, thinks of the SCAR there.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. BARRACK BLOCK (EVENING)
Measured up, it appears the same size as the Dormitory at
the old church; only, it houses at least thirty people.
Unlike many of the new arrivals, including Beth, most here
are completely emaciated. Their heads are all shaven. They
wear uniform GREY OVERALLS.
Asian, Arabic, African, European.
EXT. BARRACK BLOCK
A Guard in a DARK GREY UNIFORM paces on sodden ground.
Stops under the eaves.
A SEARCH LIGHT switches on from a GUARD TOWER behind
another barrack block across the courtyard. It BEAMS out
over the guard who curses, squinting.