![]() Prince DunshireA Screenplay by Analgesia![]() A comedy about torture...What?![]() Setting: [Lord Hamshire's castle, torture chambers. The walls of oppressive brick are lit dimly by large bowls of fire atop small pedestals which line the walls. The fire reflects off of the floor, wet with blood and the drippings of a leaking ceiling. Several prisoners are chained to the wall, moaning. In the foreground a prisoner is chained, spread eagle, to an upright stone slab. The prisoner is Dennis Prince of Dunshire, he looks fairly new, in that he hasn't been emaciated by lack of food yet. In front of him is a man in a black hood facing a table covered with horrible instruments of torture.] Prisoner on the slab: Can we get this over with, I really have somewhere I need to be right now. Torturer: Silence whelp! (turning and slamming his hand on the table.) Prisoner: Actually it's Dennis. You know, Prince of Dunshire? Torturer: (cackles maniacly) I care not ye lineage prisoner, I prefer to get my information the hard way. (he holds up a pair of thumb screws.) Dennis: Right....(unconvinced) Torturer: What's that supposed to mean! Dennis: Oh, it's nothing, just I thought the laughing was a tad bit over dramatic. Torturer: So, what does that matter? Dennis: Well, I was just wondering what exactly was with this kind of over the top scary guy act. I mean stands to reason it just means you don't really have any authority in real life. Torturer: What!? Of course I have authority, I am the master of this dungeon! Lord Hamshire: (Clammers in, dressed in a robe as if he were about to go to bed. He is short with a long beard and a rather wide stomach.) What the hell is with the shouting down here, I'm trying to sleep G'D****t! Torturer: Sire, if I may, this is the torture chamber after all there's bound to be scream- Lord H: Ah-sh-shsh dont say that! Torturer: Say what? Lord H: You know the T-Word. Torturer: Tortur- Lord H: Sh-shh yes, that don't say it. We're trying to keep up our image. Torturer: So what should we call it? Lord H: Enhanced Interigation Techniques. Torturer: But sire how exactly does that help us with our, our 'Image?' Lord H: Why it puts people at ease. Torturer: I don't know- Lord H: Certainly watch. (Pointing at Dennis,) You, doesn't Enhanced Interigation Techniques put you at ease. Dennis: Not particulary. Mabye you should go wih something a little less mechanical and a little more euphamismic, like 'Fiendly information extraction get-togethers.' Lord H: Hmmm... I like that Torturer: But sire- Lord H: (looking around,) My God, I had no idea we had so many prisoners. Torturer: Well, um, technically we don't m'lord, I hired them. They're actors, I pay them to sit around looking emaciated and moan, sort of an ambiance thing , kind of makes the chamber more homey. Lord H: And why exactly is there blood all over the floor? I thought I ordered you to lay a little, dead prisoners don't talk after all. Torturer: Sorry m'lord, I get carried away sometimes. Lord H: Well don't let it happen again. (he stalks out of the dungeon.) Dennis: (Begins to laugh.) So what were we talking about again? Torturer: Oh don't think this changes anything, you filth ridden maggot! (Pulls out a hot poker from a fire burning close to the table.) Let's see how funny you think this is. (Stabs the prisoner with the poker.) Dennis:GAAARRGGGHHH! LOUDSHOUTINGAAAHHH! (As deliberate and lound as possible, still has a smile on his face.) Torturer: What was that last one!? Dennis: I beleive it was Garrgh. Torturer: Like hell it was! Lord H: (Bursts through the door.) What are you doing down here!? Torturer: I was erm- Intaregateing the prisoner. Lord H: Well you don't have to be so loud about it do you. Torturer: But sire, it's my job to make the b*****d scream. Lord H: Ahh-ah no. No! It is not your job to keep me up at night. Torturer:Well why in God's name would you have your room put so close to the torture chamber th- Lord H: (Gasps.) I told you not to say that, I did! In fact, you know what you're done for today, go on get out of here! Torturer: But, but, could I just rip off a n****e? Break an arm? Lord H: No! Out! Torturer: Scald his testicles? (Dennis behind him makes a horrified face.) Lord H: Mabye tommorow, but for now get out. Torturer: (childishly.) Oh alright, as you wish m'lord. (He sulks out of the chamber as well as Lord H. The lights all blow out.) .... Actor1: Umm...Is anyone coming back for us? Actor2: Hello? Actor3: These are real shackles you know! Dennis: Come on guys, I mean just look at it this way... (begins to sing:)
Life's a piece of s**t, when you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke. It's true-
Actor2: Well then shouldn't death come first?
Dennis:You'll see it's all a show. Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you-
Actor1: I don't see anything particularly funny about this.
Dennis:And...( begins to whistle 'always look on the bright side of life.' From Life of Brian.)
Always look on the bright side of life...always look on the bright side of life.
Actor3: I don't know if you noticed, but there's nothing particularly bright about a dungeon.
Dennis:(continues to whistle)
Actor1: Oh come off it!
Actor2: Shut up!
Actor3: Oi, quit whistling!
(Dennis continues to whistle)
-End- © 2009 AnalgesiaAuthor's Note
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