Concept
In this universe, every artist that has wronged the Art System is sentenced to a personalized jail especially made for his type of art.
Script
OUTSIDE OF JAIL CARDI
A yellow bus is approaching the facility. Inmates are approaching the fences in order to greet the newcomers.
MACK
Fresh cards. Fresh cards. Fresh cards.
Every inmate starts chanting.
The bus opens and boys are seen exiting the vehicle. Camera cuts back and forth between the newcomers and a group of inmates.
BOBO
laughing
Hey, take a look at that one. He's still got his deck in his hands.
JIM
Bets people, bets.
ROCKO
I got my money on the tough one. He's gonna last the most, for sure.
PAN TO
Big block sporting a BLOC Playing Card Company tee. We can see in his hands a deck of Bloc cards.
BOBO
The fatty. Four card cases.
JIM
Four? Oww, you're going to lose this one.
ROCKO
Five on the fatty as well.
JIM
On the fatty? You guys must've lost your minds.
BOBO
Reminds me of myself. To passionate to let them get to his head.
One of the newcomers trips and falls to the ground, spreading black NOC playing cards all over the floor. The guards pick him up and shove him back in line.
TIM
Poor guy. Must be a magician. What's he doin here?
BOBO
Probably a cardist that's recently turned into a magician. Most likely tried to hide his true passion so they wouldn't send him here. I've heard others trying to do this.
The camera pans away into the sun, making the entire image white.
INSIDE OF THE JAIL, 11AM
CUT AWAY FROM a light inside one of the cells and SLOWLY PAN from left to rigth revealing empty prison cells. We see pin up girls sporting decks of cards stuck to the walls of some of the cells. The camera follows a rat from one of the rooms and brings the viewer into the cafeteria.
Everything is made out of cards. The chairs, the tables, the inmates clothes, the spoons, the forks, the plates - everything.
The newcomers are entering the cafeteria after being assigned to their cells. They're wearing different clothes than all the other inmates in the cafeteria.
Our attention shifts to the group of inmates that we've previously seen talk. All of them are eating their food with their hands.
BOBO
It's no point trying to use those. Just be happy ...
someone's food melts through the paper plates
BOBO
...that doesn't happen
Bobo is talking to one of the freshman. It's the fat one.
BOBO
What's your name boy?
FAT GUY
Fat John. But people call me Skinny Fat on Instagram.
The guys start laughing. Fat John isn't phased one bit by this.
ROCKO
We got a touch guy here. What did they get you for?
SKINNY FAT
Teaching other people's moves.
TIM
That's a harsh one. How much did you get?
SKINNY FAT
Not enough. I wanted to come here.
The gang looks at each other.
SKINNY FAT
The boss send me over to get to you guys. He wants you for a video.
That gang starts laughing. A guard passes by and hits the table with a deck of cards. Everyone resumes eating.
JIM
What sort of bullshit are you talking boy? Who's your god, boss?
ROCKO
whispering
Idiot.
SKINNY FAT
Can't say, but he needs you today.
Here's the location and the time.
Be there. I hope to god you're still as good as they say you are.
Skinny Fat picks up his plate and moves to a different table.
Bobo picks up the letter. It reads "Cell 11, 11PM".
BOBO
Hmmm...
ROCKO
It's a prank. The guard will just beat us.
TIM
I dunno. He seemed too confident.
A small fellow holding a paper approaches the table and sits down next to the gang. The guys greet him.
SMALL GUY
Hey guys. I heard about you.
You're the famous Wrecking Crew, right?
You mind if I get an autograph from all ya'll?
Tim chuckles and takes away the piece of paper from the kid. The five guys pass the paper from one another then pass it back to the kid, but he's nowhere to be seen anymore.
MACK
What in the hell?
Tim takes a look at the piece of paper in his hand. It says something on the back. "I can get you out of this prison. Cell 11, 11PM".
FADE OUT as all the fellows look at each other.
CELL 11, 11PM
The Five guys enter the cell. The door closes behind the inmates, startling them. From a dark corner of the cell, an individual dressed in all yellow walks towards the guys.
Jaspas
Thank you for coming.