The following is an excerpt from the Monkey See, Monkey Do Opposite original rock opera "Lady Killer," copyright 2008, all rights reserved:INT. PRISON - NIGHT
A tall, shadowy figure walks along a hallway from a brightly lit central room and turns down a darkened corridor lined with jail cells. The figure, flanked by two silent prison guards, walks with a restrained gait from the short leg chains restricting his normally long stride. The three men stop in front of the cell at the end of the row and one of the men opens the door. The prisoner steps into the cell under the the light of a single swinging bulb, revealing the face of a 60-something-year-old black man. Despite his advanced age, the man's imposing size and build have the appearance of a possibly once great athlete, withered by time.
A guard closes the sliding cell door and unlocks the handcuffs and leg chains.
Guard 1: Y'all play nice.
Prisoner: Y'all?
The guards smile and walk away. With a sunken head and a slouched body, the prisoner watches the guards walk back down the corridor.
Man's Voice: Looks like we're gonna be spendin' a lot of time together.
Prisoner: (turning, startled) What? Who are you?
Out of the shadows in the corner of the room steps a very large man, much larger and younger than the prisoner himself. The man sits on the only bed and makes himself comfortable.
Man: I'm your cellmate.
Prisoner: Cellmate? I didn't know I had a...
Man: I've been waiting for you.
Prisoner: Really, how long?
Man: A while.
Prisoner: My name is O.J.
Man: I know.
O.J. takes a seat on the bed and stares straight ahead. The man looks right at him. An awkward silence passes that seems to last forever.
Man: You know I'm going to be raping you, right?
O.J.: (sighs) Yeah, I know. For how long?
Man: Apparently, at least the next nine years. Most likely, the better part of the rest of your life.
(another long pause)
O.J.: What's your name?
Man: Justice.
OJ: Okay, Justice.
Outside the cell, a dove flaps its wings and cries.
Fade to black.
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