
Act 2: The Grind – “Every Strike, Every Cut” The violence intensifies in Act 2, as alliances form and fall apart under the constant threat of death. Dana and Randall, once friends in the outside world, find themselves trapped in separate cages,...
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Mr. Jones
This client is not someone you want to screw with, Randall. I need you to get the software issue fixed and not fuck around. You got me?
Mr. Smith
Dana's opportunity becomes a nightmare.
Dana
I'm getting the hell out of here.
Mr. Jones
You can leave in four hours if you got what it takes.
Mr. Smith
As Dana vanishes into the bowels of a mysterious warehouse, Randall finds himself trapped in a web of high stakes financial intrigue where $58 million in shady transactions hide a sinister truth.
Mr. Jones
It's in the second basement.
Mr. Smith
This place has more than one basement?
Mr. Jones
Has three, actually.
Mr. Smith
What's in the bottom one?
Mr. Jones
None of your fucking business. Now let's go.
Mr. Smith
In a twist of fate, Randall's greed becomes his downfall. One flash drive. One fatal mistake. Now Randall is no longer a man with a name, with an identity. His captors dub him the programmer. One of 16 pawns in a game where the ultimate reward is life itself. I'd love to kill him. But then again, who wouldn't? Cue the lights, roll the cameras and let the betting begin. It's time for the Versus tournament where every match is sudden death. Interior, warehouse floor. Randall's POV camera blurry. Randall awakens slowly. As camera comes half into focus, he sees he is on a concrete floor in a chain link Cage. A blurry woman is in the next cage.
Mr. Jones
Her.
Mr. Smith
Her fingers clutched in the chain link fence. Her face right up against the wire. Camera comes into focus on Dana.
Dana
Randall. You okay?
Mr. Smith
She and Randall wear the same clothes from earlier in the day. But both now have a thick leather collar. Randall doesn't seem to notice his yet. I think so. What the hell is going on?
Dana
I don't know. I was in an interview and then that big guy started asking me if I could fight and they slapped me around. I think he tased me, bro.
Mr. Smith
Yeah, I think I got tased too.
Dana
The same with all of us then. All of us take a look around.
Mr. Smith
A series of angles. They are in an abandoned warehouse. There's no sunlight, just glaring overhead lights. A 20 by 20 white canvas platform sits in the middle of the floor. There are 15 other cages surrounding the canvas. The cages are filled with people looking out. Old lady, gangsta. Bodybuilder. Old man, Cheerleader, the bum. Single mom, hooker. Sales guy. Samantha. Boss lady, the Nazi and husband. All of the characters are looking at Randall. He is the last to wake up. Actor is in the cage on Randall's right. Dana on his left.
Mr. Jones
Randall.
Mr. Smith
Randall, honey. Get me out of here. Samantha.
Mr. Jones
I came for that interview like you said.
Mr. Smith
Why did you do this to me?
Dana
He was just trying to help you. This isn't his fault, Sam.
Mr. Smith
I'll get you out of here. Randall looks up to the rafters. There are four white canvases hanging down. All are splotched and streaked with brown paint like a modern art exhibit. The bottom right corner of each canvas is marked with artistic logo like Roman numerals. 1, 2, 3 and 4. Each has a weapon on it. One has a black baseball bat. Two has a shovel. Three a hatchet and four a brick. I didn't have no job interview.
Mr. Jones
I just woke up here.
Mr. Smith
The old man is in the cage next to the bum.
Mr. Jones
When is the last time you bathed?
Mr. Smith
Jesus tells me I ain't gotta bathe, I gotta piss. Bum walks to the back of his cage and starts peeing through the chain link fence.
Mr. Jones
Could this possibly get any worse?
Mr. Smith
What the hell is going on here?
Mr. Jones
Nobody knows. The interviewer either slapped us around or just tased us.
Mr. Smith
Motherfucker dropped a pen at my feet. I went to pick it up, then he hit me with that thing. I want another shot of this bitch ass.
Mr. Jones
We all woke up in these cages, mister.
Dana
They grabbed me on the street on my way home from practice. Please get us out of here.
Mr. Smith
Come on girl, calm down. You need to keep it together.
Mr. Jones
She's not handling this too well.
Dana
Please, mister, get us out of here.
Mr. Smith
Randall looks around. Sixteen cages, all have the electronic locks. These people expect him to save the day. How? You look like a nerd. Figure something out.
Dana
You geeks are smart. Help us.
Mr. Smith
Randall realizes something is on his neck. He reaches for it.
Mr. Jones
Don't. Don't touch.
Mr. Smith
Randall grabs it and gets a small shock. What the fuck?
Mr. Jones
Randall, be careful. It's electrical. Like a souped up dog training collar or something.
Mr. Smith
Why am I wearing a collar?
Mr. Jones
We all have one.
Dana
It goes off if you grab it, so don't.
Mr. Smith
Randall, frightened and enraged, grabs it again and receives a medium shock.
Mr. Jones
Hey, stay calm, young man. Panicking won't help any of us.
Dana
Someone please get me out of here. Jesus, will you shut up, you little bitch. Stop whining. She's just a scared girl. She's driving me crazy. The shakes are what's driving you crazy. You can get a fix when we get out of here, you filthy whore. Until then, just be quiet. What did you say, you stupid bitch? You heard me.
Mr. Jones
Everyone just stop it. We need to stay calm and figure out what's going on. So I was gonna say, in this.
Mr. Smith
Whole thing, 37 to 38, it should.
Mr. Jones
Be building and the dialogue should be coming faster.
Mr. Smith
We kind of really kind of get into it and everyone's getting excited and.
Mr. Jones
People are getting shocked and shit's going down.
Mr. Smith
And I think people get a little excited and the heart rate goes up and they start. Hey, wait. I think dialogue starts coming faster on top of each other. And I'd love to hear that throughout this. So anyway, why don't we start with.
Executioner
Randall's line, why am I wearing a collar?
Mr. Jones
And Sean gave you line after line all on your own.
Dana
Yeah, like four characters.
Mr. Jones
Yeah, yeah, do your best there. Okay, yeah, you.
Executioner
We can separate it a little bit.
Mr. Jones
But just become more impassioned with each one. So why am I wearing a collar?
Mr. Smith
You don't want to get to show off. Hilarious. Here we go. Why am I wearing your collar?
Mr. Jones
We all have one.
Dana
It goes off if you grab it, so don't.
Mr. Smith
Randall, frightened and enraged, grabs it again and receives a medium shot.
Mr. Jones
Stay calm, young man. Panicking won't help any of us.
Dana
Someone please get me out of here. Jesus. Will you shut up, you little bitch? Stop whining. She's just a scared girl. She's driving me crazy. The shame are what's driving you crazy. You could get a fix when we get out of here, you filthy whore. Until then, just be quiet. What did you say, you stupid bitch. You heard me.
Mr. Jones
Everyone just stop it. We need to stay calm and figure out what's going on.
Mr. Smith
I am just a tourist.
Mr. Jones
I came here to see Haight Ashbury. It's a city of love. Now I'm locked in a cage with a collar like an animal. That is what's going on. Thanks for filling us in, Fritz. My name is not Fritz.
Mr. Smith
Just take it easy, ma'am. We're going to get out of here.
Dana
Hey, Tupac, if we have to sacrifice a Nazi, that's fine with me.
Mr. Smith
I am no Nazi.
Mr. Jones
I am a German citizen. I demand to see my consulate.
Mr. Smith
There is no response.
Mr. Jones
I wish I'd never come to this country. That makes two of us. Come on, everyone just stay calm. We're in this together, right?
Mr. Smith
There is a brief pause as everyone stops to listen to actor.
Mr. Jones
Okay, now let's take care of the obvious. Has everyone tried their collars and got a shock?
Mr. Smith
Everyone nods.
Mr. Jones
Has everyone tried their door? Maybe the locks don't work on some of the cages.
Mr. Smith
Everyone nods except Randall. He moves to the door of his cage. Insert electronic lock. On the front of the door is an electronic lock, the small light glowing red. Randall shakes the door tentatively at first, then violently, but it does not open. He grabs at the lock and receives another small shock. Dang it.
Dana
Oh, sorry, I should have told you.
Mr. Jones
That all the doors do that. Okay, so we all have the collars. We're all stuck in the cages. Anyone recognize this place?
Dana
Ask the whore. I'm sure she knows abandoned buildings very well. Shut up, you teabagging cunt. You shut up, you welfare taking piece of garbage. How about you, Tupac? How do we get out of here?
Mr. Smith
How in the hell would I know?
Dana
Oh, come on, like you've never been in a cage before.
Mr. Jones
Why?
Mr. Smith
Cause I'm black?
Dana
No, because you look like a drug dealer. You've been in jail before, haven't you?
Mr. Smith
Gangsta is trying to be a calming force, but he's frustrated that he's stereotyped and that he has been in jail. Lady, I am trying to help.
Dana
Try harder, thug.
Mr. Jones
We don't need racism.
Mr. Smith
Gangster rattles his cage. Damn it.
Mr. Jones
Just stop it. Just leave everyone alone, okay? When we get out of here, you can track us down and be as insulting as you like.
Dana
Listen, all of you. I know everyone needs to get out of here, but I have kids at home. I really need to find a way out.
Mr. Jones
Oh, give me a break. Don't play the parent card here, lady. I've got to get to my Kids too. So you guys should get to escape before anyone else, Is that it? I'm a father too. And it doesn't matter. No one gets special treatment. We're all equal and we all work together, right?
Mr. Smith
The 16 exchange looks, then nod. Even boss lady Samantha isn't nodding. She's looking up to the rafters.
Dana
Hey, is that a camera up there?
Mr. Smith
She points to the rafters. Insert expensive camera. The camera is mounted to a girder. Back to scene yeah, and look.
Mr. Jones
There's another up there on the other side.
Mr. Smith
I'll look up the cameras insert a second camera. The camera moves, training the lenses on the various cages. Back to scene.
Mr. Jones
What? Someone is watching us.
Mr. Smith
Heroic music blares from unseen speakers. None of the 16 have any idea what's going on. Off to one side of the canvas platform, a big flat board drops revealing Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith sitting at an announcer's table. Both wear headphones, blue eye masks and matching blue blazers. A green screen is hung behind them. Each has a mounted microphone. To the side of them is a large screen showing the bracket positioned so that the contestants can see it. The announcers talk to each other or to a camera mounted on their table. This camera shows broadcast angle Announcers broadcast angle girder from above. This angle looks like an establishing shot from an ESPN broadcast with swirling and flashing graphics.
Mr. Jones
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Versus.
Mr. Smith
Number 5 announcer camera POV. This angle looks like SportsCenter polished announcers with a screen behind them showing high quality motion graphics.
Mr. Jones
I'm Mr. Jones and with me once again is my announcing partner, Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith, so good to see you again.
Executioner
Good to be back at Club Carnage, Mr. Jones with our 16 stereotypes ready to leave it all on the table.
Mr. Smith
Angle on Randall and Dana. What the heck is all this? I don't know.
Dana
Is this a TV show?
Mr. Smith
Angle on announcers 15 future losers in.
Mr. Jones
A soon to be champ. Mr. Smith. We'll look them up one side and down the other when they head out to get it on.
Executioner
This is the Versus tournament. Where the real world gets real deadly. Where survivor isn't just a word. We're almost ready for the promoter to get this party started. Broadcast angle ANNOUNCERS Win or go home is for pussies. Mr. Jones. Here you win or die.
Mr. Jones
First round bets are in. Mr. Smith, if you are watching this, it means we received your 1,000,000 smackeroos. You may now bet on the fighters and blocks of 100 grand. Bet it all on one fighter or spread it around like butter.
Executioner
All bets must be placed before the start of Round one. If you don't bet all of it, we cut the signal after eight of.
Mr. Jones
These bitches go down to Chinatown. We'll post new odds for the second round. You can bet another million then if you like. And also for the semis and for the finals. Now let's look at that bracket insert tournament bracket.
Mr. Smith
A 16 slot tournament bracket pops up eight lines on a side. The versys logo is in the upper right hand corner. Logo appears in all bracket shots and pairing shots. When each pairing is announced it shows a blow up of that bracket along with the face pictures that were taken in the interviews. Each person's face has information next to it. Their stereotype name, their seed number and their odds.
Executioner
We open in the east bracket with old man against cheerleader. Winner of that faces the victor of dyke versus bum.
Mr. Jones
Bottom half of the east gives this old lady battling it out against husband. Maybe she can gum him to death. Ha ha. The gangster and bodybuilder both looked like potential first. So in true versus tournament style we let them open up against each other. No easy path to the finals Mr. Smith. But the winner of that one is the odds on favorite to take it all.
Mr. Smith
This intercut with reaction shots of the 16. Some disbelieving, some horrified by what they are hearing.
Executioner
Right you are Mr. Jones. And in the west bracket we've got top seeded actor up against hooker. The victor of that big titty tilt tackles the winner of marketing hack versus programmer.
Mr. Jones
And finally in the bottom half of the west a class classic stereotype duel between sales guy and single mom as well as one we're really looking forward to boss lady and the Nazi normal angle on announcers.
Executioner
Well Mr. Jones, it's time to meet our host, the prince of pageantry, the promoter.
Mr. Smith
House lights dim and spotlights come on pointing to a doorway that leads to a back room. At the side of that door Enforcer sits in an ornate chair. Through the door comes the Promoter. In addition to his white suit and mask, he now has a white top hat and a white pimp cane. Promoter is followed by Executioner. Dressed in his all black suit and mask. He carries a luger with a silencer. Enforcer stands and falls in alongside Executioner. Promoter walks onto the white canvas. Spotlights tracking him all the way. Broadcast angle girder. Promoter stands in the middle of the canvas platform surveying the 16.
Mr. Jones
He always does this Mr. Smith. He likes to take one last look before he tells them the rules.
Dana
What the hell is going on here?
Mr. Smith
Promoter produces a white microphone.
Mr. Jones
Welcome to Versus.
Mr. Smith
He raises his hand and drops it with a flourish. The music cuts out, filling the warehouse with chilling, fading echo.
Mr. Jones
You're in charge of all this. Listen, man, these people ain't done nothing to you.
Mr. Smith
Promoter gestures to the enforcer. Insert keyboard. Enforcer's gray gloved hand hits a button marked gangsta. The hand reaches for a slider as Gangsta keeps talking.
Mr. Jones
You let us out or I'm gonna.
Mr. Smith
Enforcer moves Slider halfway to the right. Angelon Gangsta jumping in, shock twitching, his hands flying to his neck. Promoter gestures again and the shock cease.
Mr. Jones
You are here to compete in a tournament. A tournament like no other. No professional fighters, no trained warriors. Just normal people fighting for survival. Today, each of you will find out.
Mr. Smith
How badly you want to live.
Mr. Jones
When your cage door opens, you have 15 seconds to get on this platform.
Mr. Smith
Or this will happen to you. The Enforcer hits the button. The fighters convulse in agony. The shock lasts for five seconds, then stops.
Mr. Jones
You have two choices. Kill or die. A fight ends only when you or your opponent is dead. Versus is about action. If there is no action, we start an overtime.
Executioner
Clock.
Mr. Smith
Promoter gestures to a large digital clock on the wall. Insert digital clock. It is the same size as a basketball shot clock. The numbers 30 seconds flash up in red. Back to scene.
Mr. Jones
When those 30 seconds pass, I will decide who wins and who dies.
Dana
Please stop it. I can't take this.
Mr. Smith
A quick gesture from promoter. Enforcer hits the button. The girl screams, falls to the floor and rhymes.
Mr. Jones
You. Stop it, goddammit.
Mr. Smith
Another gesture from the promoter and husband suffers. Shocks. No. Oh. Promoter gestures again. Shocks stop. The warehouse is totally silent, save for the cheerleaders. S.O.B.
Mr. Jones
Win three fights, kill three times, and not only are you free, you win $1 million. Have no doubt this is real. For those about to die, we salute you. First up, the old man versus the cheerleader.
Mr. Smith
Promoter and executioner go back through their door. The Enforcer walks to the announcer's table. He reaches into a weapons bin and pulls out two bowie knives. He walks to the center of the platform and sets the knives on either end. He then walks back to his ornate chair and sits angle ON teenage girl's cage lock. The light turns from red to green. The cage swings open. Angle ON old man's cage lock. His lock does the same broadcast angle girder insert pictures of the old man and the cheerleader. Hers is a senior picture. His is a smiling photo from the same kind of interview Dana went through. Below the pictures, a list of their physical stats. A la UFC Tale of the Tape.
Mr. Jones
Cheerleader is 5 foot 6, 115 pounds. She's athletic, but can't seem to handle the situation. So they seated her at number seven.
Executioner
The pre fight interview revealed that old man served in Vietnam. He may be old and out of shape, but unlike the other fighters, he has combat experience that nabbed him the number two seed.
Mr. Jones
And as we've seen in previous tournaments, that kind of experience is a huge factor.
Mr. Smith
Angle on warehouse floor. The old man and the cheerleader won't leave their cages. Insert Enforcer's gray gloved hand on the slider. Enforcer hits two buttons, then holds a slider. When the slider is all the way to the left, the shock is mild. When it moves to the right, it is nearly lethal. Get on there.
Mr. Jones
No.
Dana
No way.
Mr. Jones
This is insanity.
Mr. Smith
Insert Enforcer's gray gloved hand on the slider. The enforcer slowly moving the slider to the left. This intercut with After a few seconds, the cheerleader screams and runs out onto the platform. A few seconds more and the old man runs out, hands clutching at his collar. The enforcer slides the switch all the way to the left, turning off the shock. All promoter VO dialogue is over A PA system.
Mr. Jones
Pick up the knives.
Dana
I can't. I can't. Mister, please don't stab me.
Mr. Jones
Take it easy. I won't hurt you. You will do more than hurt your old man. Kill her or die. Then I will die.
Mr. Smith
Cut to interior back room. Promoter is seated at the table in front of the microphone. Engineer is at his computer station. Executioner is standing. They are all still wearing their masks. Promoter signals to Engineer to cut the room mics so spectators at home can't hear the conversation.
Mr. Jones
They're not going to fight.
Mr. Smith
Ah, just like in verses number two. It appears my services may be needed sooner than I expected.
Mr. Jones
Welcome to the big time, pal. The overtime clock is your cue.
Mr. Smith
Interesting. I wonder what would happen if things didn't go as planned this early in the game.
Mr. Jones
We've got 58 people who each bet a million bucks on this round. This thing is timed so we can start and finish before the cops even know what's happening. If we get shut down before the finals, you want to be the one to tell our bosses they have to give back 58 million?
Mr. Smith
I'm sure they would be less than pleased if the tournament did not give us a championship bout. Good.
Mr. Jones
Then take care of this.
Mr. Smith
Executioner stands. He lifts his foot and slides his handkerchief off the chair and onto the floor. He smooths down his outfit, making sure everything is in its place. Angle on WAREHOUSE floor There is a tense moment of silence as neither the old man nor the cheerleader make a move. Then, without warning, a basketball air horn sounds and the overtime clock starts to tick down from 30 seconds.
Mr. Jones
When the clock hits zero, one of you will die.
Mr. Smith
Please stop this broadcast. ANGLE GIRDER the two top mounted cameras cut back and forth between the fighters. The overtime clock is superimposed in the upper right hand corner. It reads 26 seconds and counting.
Mr. Jones
Well, it looks like this one starts the same way as versus one, two and four started.
Executioner
Correct, Mr. Jones. Our audience has to remember that while perhaps they have seen previous tournaments, the fighters have not. The old man and the cheerleader just don't believe that they have to fight to the death.
Mr. Smith
Gothic music plays. Executioner walks out of the door, strides slowly across the canvas platform.
Mr. Jones
Oh snap. Here come the judge.
Executioner
If the overtime.
Mr. Smith
You can't bottle his talent.
Executioner
Firecracker. If the overtime clock runs out, the Executioner will do his thing.
Mr. Smith
The overtime clock reads 12 seconds and counting. Cheerleader is still crying. Executioner moves with confident ease. He steps onto the platform. He draws the silenced Luger and holds it at his side. He stands there unmoving. ANGLE ON Old man looking at the knife he's killed before. It would be so easy to slit the girl's throat. He shakes his head, chasing away the thought.
Mr. Jones
I won't be a part of this madness.
Mr. Smith
Old man sits down on the canvas and crosses his arms. Cheerleader picks up the knife, points it at Old man. Then screams in near insanity and drops it. The overtime clock ticks down to zero and the basketball horn sounds again. ANGLE ON ANNOUNCERS Time is up.
Mr. Jones
They just wouldn't listen. Mr. Smith.
Executioner
Executioner looks ready to go. Let's see what the judge decides.
Mr. Smith
ANGLE ON WAREHOUSE FLOOR the old man.
Mr. Jones
Could have easily defeated the cheerleader. He had the advantage and did not use it. Therefore, Cheerleader wins.
Mr. Smith
Executioner raises the Luger and shoots the Old man twice in the chest. Blood spatters onto the white canvas. The old man falls to his side, gasping.
Dana
No. No.
Mr. Smith
Executioner walks over to the old man, points the gun at his head and pulls the trigger. Executioner lifts the gun, blows away the smoke filtering out of the barrel. He puts the weapon away, then turns and walks off the canvas. This intercut with a series of angles. The 14 other fighters react differently. Some stare blindly. Others are enraged. Others hide their head in their hands. Both.
Dana
Sweet Jesus.
Mr. Jones
You fucking bastards.
Mr. Smith
That's the wrath of the Lord. The Enforcer walks onto the mat and drags away the old man's. Body, leaving a streak of red and chunks of wet brain. You've all sinned and that's what happens to sinners.
Mr. Jones
Cheerleader, get back in your cage.
Mr. Smith
The cheerleader sprints to her cage. The door swings shut and the lock light turns from green to red. The Enforcer collects the bowie knives and puts them in the bin. He grabs two shovels, walks and places them on the mat.
Mr. Jones
Now you all see what the stakes are. Let the next fight begin.
Mr. Smith
ANGLE ON Dana's CAGE lock turns from red to green. Door swings open. ANGLE ON Bum's CAGE lock turns from red to green. Door swings open. BROADCAST ANGLE the Upper East Bracket teenage girl's name moves to the next round. Underneath the old man and cheerleader bracket is Dana and Bum. Insert the tail of the tape. Dana's photo is from her interview with the Enforcer. The Bums is of him passed out on some city street.
Mr. Jones
A five versus three matchup, probably the day's first real fight.
Executioner
Bum is six foot two, 210 pounds. He's got a size and reach advantage, but he's in bad shape.
Mr. Jones
I'll tell you right now, the dyke is my sleeper pick. She's a girl, sure, but look at the physique on this one. When it comes to lesbo lovin, we know which one wears the strap on. I think she'll beat the Bum, then kill the cheerleader to reach the final four.
Executioner
That's a bold but logical assessment, Mr. Jones. We'll see soon enough.
Mr. Smith
ANGLE ON WAREHOUSE FLOOR Dana has not left her cage. Bum is already on the mat, clumsily swinging his shovel. ANGLE ON DANA I can't do this. Get out there or he'll shock you. Bum is standing on the canvas, holding his shovel, smiling.
Mr. Jones
Come out of that cage, sitter.
Mr. Smith
If I go out there I'll die.
Dana
I can't do it.
Mr. Smith
Dana lurches as her collar starts to shock her.
Mr. Jones
No.
Dana
Oh no.
Mr. Jones
No.
Mr. Smith
Please.
Dana
Please.
Mr. Smith
The shock increases. She screams, runs onto the mat and grabs shovel just to make the shock stop. You look like a snatch licker. Basketball horn sounds. Bum walks around arrogantly. He is stumbling a bit, but very confident like a drunken man ready to pick a fight. Dana clutches her shovel and keeps the point toward Bum. She is wide eyed and terrified.
Mr. Jones
Oh you are a snatch licker, ain't you? Dirty gay sinner.
Dana
Shut up.
Mr. Jones
Leviticus 20:13 if there is a woman who lies with a female as those who lie with a man, both of.
Mr. Smith
Them have committed a detestable act.
Mr. Jones
They shall surely be put to death.
Mr. Smith
Their blood guiltness is upon them. Bum advances with righteous fury. He swings his shovel. Dana parries the blow. An instinctive reaction.
Mr. Jones
Stop it, sinner.
Mr. Smith
Bum swings again, hits Dana on the shoulder. She cries out in pain. Reacting on adrenaline and instinct, she swings the shovel and hits Bum on the knee. He drops to one knee. Dana immediately hits him in the face with the flat of the shovel. Bum falls to his back, bleeding from the nose and mouth. He is groggy and can't get up.
Dana
There, there. I won. Okay then. Now let me go finish him.
Mr. Jones
No.
Mr. Smith
No.
Mr. Jones
No way.
Mr. Smith
The basketball horn blares. Overtime. Clock starts ticking.
Mr. Jones
No. No.
Dana
I won't kill him. I can't.
Mr. Jones
Dana has the advantage.
Mr. Smith
Bum starts to rise. Panicking. Dana whacks him in the back of the head. Bum falls flat again. Clock ticks past 20. Broadcast angle girder A close up of Dana. She's having a nervous breakdown. She has to kill to live.
Mr. Jones
Oh, this is drama. This is tension. Do you think she'll do it?
Executioner
But she's gotta do it. Unless she wants to eat a bullet. And bullets aren't all that tasty. Mr. Jones.
Mr. Smith
Insert overtime. Clock ticks past 12 seconds. Back to scene. Gothic music plays. Executioner comes out of the door and starts walking toward the platform.
Mr. Jones
No, no, no.
Dana
Don't do it.
Mr. Jones
Don't do it.
Mr. Smith
Angle ON Gangsta, you won. Do it. It's you or him. Angle on Boss lady.
Dana
Kill him already.
Mr. Smith
Insert overtime. Clock ticks past six seconds. Back to scene. Executioner slowly raises his gun over the shoulder. Shot of Executioner in foreground. Dana standing over bum in medium ground and overtime. Clock ticking down in background. As the clock ticks down to three seconds, then two. Dana screams and raises the shovel. Broadcast angle girder Waist up Shot of Dana as she drives the shovel point into the bum's throat. Blood splashes up onto her. Although we don't see the shovel go in, the amount of blood leaves no question that the bum is dead.
Mr. Jones
And we have a winner.
Executioner
You called it. The dyke wins.
Mr. Smith
The bracket appears. The dyke's name flashes on the winner's line, showing she will next face cheerleader. Angle on warehouse floor. Dana throws down the shovel and sprints to her cage. The door swings shut behind her.
Dana
Oh my God.
Mr. Smith
Oh my. Oh my God. Oh my God.
Mr. Jones
Oh my God.
Mr. Smith
Oh my God. She has blood all over her hands, face and chest. She tries to wipe it off her face, but just smears it around. You had no choice.
Mr. Jones
They would have killed you.
Mr. Smith
Insert Randall's cage lock. The light turns from red to green. And his door swings open. Randall hears this but ignores it.
Mr. Jones
Dana, you had to.
Dana
Oh my God.
Mr. Jones
Oh my God.
Mr. Smith
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? We will get out of this.
Mr. Jones
We will.
Mr. Smith
He is interrupted by a voice from the canvas. Don't come out here, Randall. Don't make me do it. Samantha's voice makes him forget all about Dana. This can't be happening to him. Not Samantha. ANNOUNCER ANGLE and for the first time.
Executioner
Ever, we have a love interest. Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones
That's right, Mr. Smith. The marketing hack and the programmer were.
Mr. Smith
An item a series of inserts. Facebook profile pages. Pictures clearly show it's Randall and Samantha, but names have been fuzzed out. Facebook photos of Randall and Samantha together. Then Samantha partying with and kissing other men.
Executioner
Randall's status says in a relationship with marketing hack but hers single. Ooh, that burns.
Mr. Jones
And it'll take more than a shot of penicillin to make that burn Go away. Mr. Smith.
Executioner
How about a pair of head shears, Mr. Jones? Would that stop the burning sensation?
Mr. Jones
I think it would. Let's find out.
Mr. Smith
Moving shot Randall's POV he slowly walks out of the cage. Samantha is already waiting for him. She's holding a pair of head shears with two foot long blades. The shears tremble in her hands, but she is pointing them towards Randall. She is determined to live broadcast.
Executioner
Angle girder Mr. Jones, your thoughts on.
Mr. Smith
Marketing hack Insert the tale of the tape. Samantha's picture is the same as Dana's. Clearly from an interview with enforcer. Randall's is his Facebook profile.
Mr. Jones
My thoughts. Five six, a buck ten. And would you look at that ass? What a spinner.
Executioner
How about athletic skills?
Mr. Jones
Oh, in her interview she said she works out five times a week and takes kickboxing classes at her gym. I'd say watch out for marketing hacks.
Executioner
Well, she's gonna have to whip up a big batch of whoop ass if she's gonna get past programmer. He's a computer nerd, so will he fight smart? He's 5 foot 8, short for a guy, but looks like he has a slight reach advantage.
Mr. Jones
And with those heads trimmer blades, a reach advantage is. Let's go to the action.
Mr. Smith
Angle ON warehouse floor. Randall is freaking out. He picks up the shears with trembling hands.
Dana
Randall, do something.
Mr. Smith
Basketball horn sounds I. I don't know what to do. They have guns.
Dana
You got me into this. Do something. I have to kill you.
Mr. Smith
But I love you. Broadcast ANGLE what a story.
Executioner
What a story.
Mr. Jones
Mr. Smith, we're looking at serious heartbreak here.
Mr. Smith
Angle ON warehouse floor Crying, Samantha steps forward.
Mr. Jones
Sam, don't.
Mr. Smith
We can't do this.
Dana
They'll kill us anyway. If you really love me, just put down the tremors.
Mr. Smith
You know you won't make it through.
Dana
You're too weak.
Mr. Smith
But I can make it.
Dana
Just put down the trimmers.
Mr. Smith
ANGLE ON Randall crying. He holds the trimmers in his left hand, wiping away tears with his right. As he does, he hears footsteps coming toward him. He looks up to see Samantha rushing, a wide eyed, mascara streaked snarl on her face. Randall backs away so fast he runs right off the platform and onto the warehouse floor. He only takes three steps before he is shocked. His hands fly to his neck. Can the shears drop? Samantha tries to press the advantage, but as soon as she steps off the platform, she too is shocked. Both fighters scramble back up onto the platform. Randall grabs his shears on the way back. They square off.
Mr. Jones
I don't want to do this. You have no choice, programmer. My name is Randall.
Mr. Smith
I'm a human being, not some character. You sick bastard. As Randall yells, Samantha sees an opportunity and rushes in, shoving the shears at Randall's face. Randall flinches back, Samantha's blades barely missing his eyes. As he flinches, his own shears drop to waist level. Samantha's momentum carries her in too fast. Randall's shears punch into her stomach, then up into her body through her heart. She stops when she is face to face with Randall, their lips almost touching in a kiss.
Dana
Oh my God.
Mr. Smith
No. She starts to fall, but Randall catches her. BROADCAST ANGLE GIRDER Randall is holding Samantha. Were it not for the tournament, they might be lovers in a tender embrace.
Mr. Jones
Hello. Welcome to the land of Killshot. Population 1.
Executioner
Where did that come from?
Mr. Smith
Wow.
Executioner
We better keep an eye on this programmer. He's as cool as the other side of the pillow.
Mr. Smith
ANGLE ON CANVAS Randall holds Samantha in his arms. Blood is spreading across her shirt.
Mr. Jones
I'm so sorry.
Mr. Smith
I. I didn't. I. Samantha tries to speak, but coughs, splattering blood on Randall's face. Samantha seizes, then dies in Randall's arms. Randall gently sets her down on the canvas. The Enforcer, still carrying his controller, steps onto the platform, ready to drag away Samantha's body. Randall stands and looks at his hands covered in blood. Rage washes across his face. We haven't seen him like this yet. Fear is gone. Only hate remains. Randall grabs the shears and rushes at Enforcer. Enforcer pushes a button, giving Randall a large shock. Randall collapses, convulsing. INSERT Enforcer's hands, moving the slider higher and higher.
Mr. Jones
Stop it you're killing him.
Mr. Smith
Enforcer moves the slider back. He drags Randall to his cage and throws him inside. Close shot of Randall coughing, still twitching, feeling the effects of the deep shot. BROADCAST ANGLE INSERT tail of the tape. Actor's photo is his head and shoulder shot. Hooker's is from an EROESSF.com ad. Woohoo.
Mr. Jones
Quite a looker here. 5 foot 10 and check out those gams.
Executioner
Those legs might do her some good if there was anywhere to run. But she's up against a number one seed.
Mr. Smith
Picture changes to actor.
Mr. Jones
Actor is 6 foot 2, 190 pounds. He's in great shape. He's had theater combat training, so he knows how to handle the utensils.
Mr. Smith
Angle ON CANVAS Medium shot of Actor looking down at something in his hands. He raises his hands slowly. We see he's holding a pickaxe. The hooker is also holding a pickaxe, but it's obviously heavy in her hands. She's shaking badly, in withdrawal. Basketball horn sounds I'm sorry, I have to.
Dana
Just another man that can't help himself, right? I'm not gonna just let you hurt me. I'm not gonna be your victim. Right on, sister. Cut that asshole.
Mr. Smith
The hooker attacks. Her attacks are clumsy. Actor parries them easily. He is clearly familiar with hand to hand weapons. The fight continues for a few seconds, then Actor buries the pickaxe in the hooker's leg. She screams and falls. Her hands clutch the leg, blood squirting through her fingers. Actor pulls the pickaxe free and mentally readies himself for the final blow. He lifts the axe.
Dana
Oh please God, no. Don't kill me.
Mr. Smith
Actor is tortured. He lowers the axe, then raises it again.
Dana
No, please. I don't want to die.
Mr. Jones
You can't make me do this.
Mr. Smith
The basketball horn sounds. Wide shot of Actor and hooker with overtime clock framed between them. The clock starts ticking down from 30 seconds. Actor looks at it once, then raises the pickaxe.
Dana
Please no.
Mr. Smith
The hooker's words are cut off as Actor's pickaxe punches through her head.
Mr. Jones
I don't know if you've ever been.
Mr. Smith
Hit with a pickaxe, but when I.
Mr. Jones
Was hit with a pickaxe, I screamed really, really big. I survived it. But yeah, if you could just give me a really kind of a really blood curdling. That's somebody who's been hit with a pickaxe.
Mr. Smith
Papa. Broadcast ANGLE Picture shows Actor's name appearing in the winner's slot right above Programmer. They fight next round and that one is outta here.
Mr. Jones
Actor really Let it rip on that swing.
Mr. Smith
BROADCAST ANGLE ANNOUNCERS I know that hooker.
Executioner
Has taken a lot of shots to the face in her career, but that's the last one. Unless they're tricks.
Mr. Jones
God, I'm so sorry.
Mr. Smith
I normally don't do that. But that line was written so well.
Mr. Jones
And you read it so great.
Executioner
I know that hooker has taken a lot of shots to the face in her career, but that's the last one. Unless her tricks are necrophiliac.
Mr. Jones
Oh, that's cold, Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith
Angle on Randall and Dana huddled together, fingers entwined through the chain link fence that separates them. Randall is shaking. His eyes are wide in shock. Both are bloody stunned. Dana has recovered somewhat. Her friend needs her to be strong.
Dana
We had to do it. We all have to.
Mr. Smith
I killed her.
Dana
You had no choice, Randall.
Mr. Smith
She would have killed you.
Mr. Jones
It doesn't matter.
Mr. Smith
I killed her. What are we going to do?
Dana
Do we fight or we die?
Mr. Smith
BROADCAST ANGLE INSERT TALE of THE TAPE Photos of Sales Guy and Single mom are both from interviews with Enforcer.
Mr. Jones
It's Revenge of the used car salesman. Six foot even, £210, he's a fighting nightmare in a plaid jacket with zero percent financing through September.
Mr. Smith
Switches to picture of secretary.
Executioner
But can he get it up against the single moment? She's 5, 7, 130. A little junk in the trunk, but she's still got spunk. She's a single mother of three with a five, six and eight year old at home. She's also apparently a great cook, Mr. Jones, and makes a mean batch of brownies.
Mr. Jones
Then the Sales guy will have to kick the Duncan Hines out of her. She chases those little brats around all day, so maybe she'll have the endurance advantage if this fight goes the distance.
Executioner
Only one way to find out, Mr. Jones. Let's go to the action.
Mr. Smith
ANGLE ON CANVAS Sales Guy and Single mom are circling. They hold butcher knives. Basketball horn sounds. ANGLE ON Randall and Dana. You better watch this.
Dana
You might have to fight one of them.
Mr. Smith
Randall nods and walks to the front of the cage. He is still stunned by what he had to do. ANGLE ON CANVAS There is no talk this time. All the competitors know the deal. Single mom is scared, but she's not crying. She moves with speed and grace. Sales Guy looks clumsy.
Dana
I think she's going to beat him.
Mr. Smith
Randall watches Sales Guy. Something about the way the man moves bothers him. Single mom makes two quick stabs. The Sales Guy shuffles back very fast, very athletic. As soon as he's out of range, he acts clumsy again. ANGLE ON Randall and Dana. Hey, he's playing possum. Why would he do that? I don't know. ANGLE ON CANVAS Single mom fakes a thrust, then tries a lunging swipe aimed at the Sales Guy's jugular. He sidesteps and catches her arm under his, pinning it, then stabs her five times in the chest, rapid fire style. Single mom barely has time to realize what's happening before Sales Guy drops her to the canvas.
Executioner
That must be a Homer Simpson because.
Mr. Jones
She just said don't say hello to his little friend.
Mr. Smith
ANGLE ON Randall and Dana Jesus, he moves fast. Randall looks at the brackets. Insert brackets. Randall sees that if he lives through his fight with actor, he would face Sales Guy in the semifinals. How am I going to beat this guy? I'm going to die here. Dana wants to console him, but she doesn't know what to say. She knows she will probably die too. END OF EPISODE two Excellent, everybody.
Podcast Summary: Table Read – Episode "VS - Act 2: The Grind – 'Every Strike, Every Cut'"
In the gripping second episode of the debut season of Table Read, titled "VS - Act 2: The Grind – 'Every Strike, Every Cut'", listeners are plunged deeper into a high-stakes, lethal tournament orchestrated by the enigmatic Versus Incorporated. This episode masterfully blends elements of live theater, Hollywood intrigue, and cinematic audio effects, delivering an immersive experience that keeps audiences on the edge of their seats.
The episode continues the harrowing journey of Randall Parker, an ex-con turned programmer, and his friend Dana, who inadvertently become entangled in a sinister plot masterminded by Versus Incorporated. Initially lured by a promising job opportunity, Randall and Dana soon discover that their pasts are not as buried as they thought, and their lives are now at the mercy of a deadly competition.
Versus Incorporated has orchestrated a brutal tournament where 16 stereotypical individuals are forced to fight for their survival. Each contestant is confined in a cage equipped with an electronic collar that administers shocks if tampered with. The tournament is overseen by the chilling trio of Mr. Jones, Mr. Smith, and the Executioner, who serve as announcers and enforcers of the deadly rules.
Randall Parker (Programmer):
Dana:
Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith (Announcers):
Executioner:
Samantha (Boss Lady/Nazi Stereotype):
Other Contestants:
Introduction to the Tournament ([00:26] - [16:57]):
Revelation of the Tournament Rules ([16:00] - [17:10]):
First Tournament Fight: Old Man vs. Cheerleader ([18:08] - [25:28]):
Dana vs. Bum ([26:00] - [29:27]):
Randall and Samantha’s Confrontation ([31:05] - [35:55]):
Final Battle Preview: Sales Guy vs. Single Mom ([41:05] - [44:22]):
The episode reaches a critical turning point during the confrontation between Randall and Samantha. Their intimate history makes the forced combat even more harrowing. As Randall and Samantha engage with head shears and emotional pleas, the tension peaks:
Notable Quote: "I won't be a part of this madness." – Old Man [23:33]
Throughout the episode, several poignant quotes encapsulate the characters' struggles and the overarching themes of control, survival, and morality:
These quotes not only advance the plot but also provide deep insights into each character's psyche, emphasizing the moral dilemmas and psychological warfare at play.
Randall Parker:
Dana:
Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith:
Executioner:
Loss of Autonomy: The electronic collars symbolize the contestants' complete loss of control over their lives, enforcing obedience through the threat of pain and death.
Moral Ambiguity: Characters are forced into situations where they must forsake their ethical beliefs to survive, highlighting the fragility of human morality under duress.
Media Critique: The tournament is presented as a televised spectacle, critiquing society's obsession with violent entertainment and the desensitization to human suffering.
Transformation and Identity: Randall’s journey from a hopeful ex-con to a vengeful killer explores themes of identity loss and the psychological impact of extreme circumstances.
Dynamic Sound Design:
Surround Sound Mix:
Character Voices and Accents:
Ambient Soundscapes:
"VS - Act 2: The Grind – 'Every Strike, Every Cut'" is a compelling installment in the Table Read podcast series, seamlessly blending theatrical performance with high-quality audio production to deliver a captivating narrative. The episode delves deep into the psychological and emotional struggles of its characters, presenting a dystopian scenario where survival demands morally reprehensible actions.
Through its intricate storytelling, memorable dialogue, and sophisticated sound design, the episode not only entertains but also provokes thought about the darker aspects of human nature and societal norms. The interactions between characters like Randall and Dana, set against the cold backdrop of Versus Incorporated’s tournament, create a rich tapestry of conflict, resilience, and transformation.
Table Read continues to establish itself as a must-listen for fans of high-quality entertainment, offering an unparalleled audio experience that merges the best elements of theater, film, and podcasting. As the season progresses, listeners can anticipate further developments in Randall’s quest for survival and the unraveling of Versus Incorporated’s sinister motives.
Notable Ending Quote: "Excellent, everybody." – Mr. Smith [End of Episode]
This closing remark underscores the ongoing nature of the tournament, leaving listeners eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this intense and emotionally charged saga.
For those eager to dive deeper into the world of Table Read and explore the scripts, cast information, and behind-the-scenes content, visit the official website:
Tune in to Table Read and immerse yourself in award-winning storytelling that transcends traditional podcasting.