INT. HALLWAY. DAY
An office door. The sign reads D.H.S RM 102 P.R, Propaganda &
INT. OFFICE. DAY
2 men. CANDYMAN, English accent has feet up on desk and is
flipping skittles into his mouth. The other is staring at a
screen and playing with an x-box controller. There is a book
shelf and a laptop. The phone rings. It is closer to the
You get it.
I’m blowing up a school.
CANDYMAN moves for the phone.
CANDYMAN straightens up and waves at GAMER
It’s the boss!
BOTH laugh sarcastically
No bigger! Big! Really big!
Oh my god it’s Mitch!
Bible! Bible! Get the bloody Bible!
GAMER goes to bookshelf. Shot of copies of 1984, Brazil, Game
Of Thrones. The Bible, Saddam Hussein Romance Novel, Mein
Kampf: GAMER’s fingers pass, almost settling on bible but
finally pulls Mein Kampf volume 2.
Oh he’s good Sir, he’s just out uh,
CANDYMAN shrugs at GAMER as he brings over the book.
Hhmm? Brown, Sir!
Well I sound foreign Sir, but
really I’m British.
I’m perfectly legal Sir, Im white!
On secondment. Yes, Putin sent a
few of us over from the Brexit
Uhuh? Yes I have just the thing.
I’ll send it up to focus this
afternoon. By the book. Of Course.
Hhmm? Psychological Warfare?
Well, you know, Sir, it’s only
called cheating if you lose. Right?
Bye for now! Love to Melania!
CANDYMAN hangs up and stares at the phone
(Raises the book)
Look at this! We’re three quarters
Are we really? Already? Let’s go
ahead and move the Night of the
Long Knives up to… December.
What if we don’t win the election?
BOTH laugh sarcastically.
(Taps on phone)
It’s in the diary. So what did he
We’re sending the Brownshirts in
next week to crack some skulls,
disappear a few people, you know,
shake things up a bit – really
revitalize the flagging riot scene.
Thought we’d test it in the
Portland market before taking it
Ooh tough crowd!
Yes, with luck there’ll be oodles
of bloodshed to blame on the
liberals. Anyhoo, if it goes well
the mouth-breather –
The mouth-piece will need something
sexy to call the show, something
that says “we’re just here keeping
the peace, honest” so I thought we
could run through a list of
violently dead children whose
memories we could pervert in the
name of Making America Fascist this
Awesome! Dead children? They’ll lap
BOTH lean over the laptop and tap and scroll
Here’s one – Andres Guardado..
18? He’s a bit old isn’t he?
Eh, he’s a teenager. Oh, wait. No.
Shot by Sherifs.
In the back.
Yeah we can’t use him.
How about this one, Antwon Rose Jr.
Well he’s younger. Died by
violence, shot in the back – so
Oh. By police. Running from a
John Albers, 17, oh, nope. Uh,
Antonio Arce, 14. Wait, no.
Wait – here’s one – Leg End? LeGend
Tallifero? Shot at home while
sleeping. We can squish that into
Legend, right? No one cares how
these names are pronounced.
Operation Legend – thats pretty
Yeah it’s sexy. Wow, he was 4. You
really hit the jackpot.
Do you want to know the best bit?
He was 4? His name was Legend?
No one knows who did it! Could have
been anyone! We’re safe!
Sweet. Sounds like a win-win,
Sure. Lets punt it upstairs and let
marketing fight it out. If it
doesn’t fly with the test groups
there’s plenty more where that came
GAMER sends a text
Done. Well, that was a good
strenuous what, 5 minutes? Beer?
Line of coke?