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Nazism in Scania








NAZISM IN SCANIA


Scene.  Five persons get to meet late in a night pub, situated in an average size swedish city. It is the only pub open, every one out get to meet here. The only thing they have in common is the urge to continue, the reluctance to go home. Every one of them is drunk. Ordinary, ethyl alcohol excited citizens on a Saturday night. 

Character 1: Fuck off!
Character 2: Wait!
Character 3: (Silent)
Character 4: You bastard. (Roaring)
Character 5: DON’T YOU SEE?
(shattered glass, splinters)
Character 2: I said WAIT!
Character 3: In straight swedish.
(Howl)
Character 2: NOT YOU!
Character 1: SHIIIT!
Character 5: STRAIGHT FUCKING SWEDISH!
Character 4: Not in your fucking shitty negro-talk.
Character 3: Wait...
Character 1: But what the FUCK.
Character 4: Now I will show you, ass-hole.
Character 2: Who’s in charge.
Not YOU. In any case
You bloody swine 
You are so fucking worthless.
No one here WANTS YOU.
Get lost.
Do it.
Hell.
NOW. 
So bloody WRONG.
WROOONG.
To tread down, simple as that.
Do it.
Wait
Not you. HIM.
I’m the one talking here.
Shut up.
I said shut up.
I’m the one and only talking.
I’m the one talking.
You only To be trodden down.
Hit the bastard now.
HIT!
He deserves it.
I’m the one talking.
I’m the one talking.
He deserves it.
Fucking WORTHLESS SHITTY MAN. 
Nobody wants.
YOU.
Nobody wants excrement.
YOU.
You are shit.
Shitty shit. Shit.
You’re nothing.
ZERO.
You deserve nothing.
Away with you.
Wait.
Take off.
It is me.
Here.
Fade away.
ENTIRELY GONE NOW.  

Dark room. Five dark monitors placed on plinths in a designed curve, to obtain a maximal effect. Everything in sight of the visitorseyes when entering the room around the corner. The characters spitting out, or else standing like stone statues. It is all very fickle. (You get the chance to think, pooh, now he’s out of his bullets, then an exploding sound and it all restarts). Not in any manner esthetically elegant, very rough touch, raw cuts.

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