MANSLAUGHTERED

A documentary EP by David Bucci

Based on the true story of the "Accidental" Death of a Punk Rocker in Amarillo, Tx
Developed with Annex Theater in Seattle, Wa

TRACK 1: RUMBLE

(IN THE DARK: Glass breaks. The sound of a rioting crowd fills the darkness. The
sound of screaming voices begin to ricochet out of the dark. The sound of chains and
bats smashes viciously through the dark.)

MOB (barrage)
FUCK YOU! FREAK! ASSHOLE! THINK YOU'RE TOUGH! YOU'RE NOTHING!
FUCK YOU!

(The sound of a car revving and screeching tears across the space. The sound of a young
man crying bleeds in the mix from a stationary down left position. The car revs
decidedly. A voice begins to repeat a catch phrase: )

JOCK (loop)
"I'm a ninja in my caddy."

(As the cacophony crescendos, an explosion echoes through the dark. All noise ceases,
except for the sound of crying and the JOCK'S loop. LIGHTS UP. One male actor who
continues to cry down left. Another actor wearing a GAS MASK holds a boom box
which continues to play a loop: "I'm a ninja in my caddy. The JOCK cries. The boom-
boxer stands.)

TRACK 2: SEARCH & SEIZURE

PARENT
Why are you doing this?

(The JOCK suddenly stops crying. Now he's a COP.)

COP
You. Turn that thing off!

(S/he turns off the boombox. One actor, stands by pleading for sanity.)

PARENT
This isn't a crime a scene.

(From the up center airlock we hear a SWAT team revving up.)

 SWAT (barrage)
Let's go. All right. Fire Up. Let's be safe out there, people.

COP
We're collecting evidence.

PARENT
He's didn't do anything.

COP
All right, boys, FAN OUT!

(The SWAT team tears through a paper wall up center. Homecoming Football Game
Style.)

PARENT
Evidence of what? My son is not on trial!

SWAT 1
Lieutenant, looky here.

COP
What'd ya got?

SWAT 1
Dog collar.

COP
BAG IT!

(SWAT 1 drops the DOG COLLAR into a plastic bag.)

SWAT 2
Well, well, well…

COP
What'd ya got?

(SWAT 2 holds up a CHAIN WALLET.)

SWAT 2
Possible weapon.

PARENT
It's a wallet.
 SWAT 2
Really? Well it's empty. It just looks like a chain to me.

COP
BAG IT!

(SWAT 2 drops the CHAIN WALLET into a plastic bag.)

SWAT 3
Well what do we have here.

(SWAT 3 holds up a T-SHIRT with the words "DESTROY EVERYTHING" written in

magic marker across the front.)

COP
BAG IT!

(SWAT 3 drops the T-SHIRT into a plastic bag.)

PARENT
Why are you doing this to us?

SWAT 4
You better take a look at this one, Lieutenant.

COP
What'd ya got Bubba?

SWAT 4
Compact disc.

COP
Can you identify the recording artist?

PARENT
Why are you collecting evidence? You can't throw a dead boy in jail!

SWAT 4
See for yourself.

(SWAT 4 hands over the DISC.)

COP
(reads the DISC cover: ) "Millions of Dead Cops?"
 PARENT
I think that's just a political music group of some kind.

COP
I'm sure it is, ma'am. BAG IT!

(SWAT 4 drops the DISC into a plastic bag.)

Okay, one more sweep!

(All four SWATs examine the PUNK ROCK FLYERS on the wall.)

COP
Junior, whadda got?

SWAT 1
Propaganda for group called "EMPIRE OF SHIT."

COP
BAG IT!
(SWAT 1 tears down the poster.)
Spanky?

SWAT 2
This one is for "PISS POOR."

COP
BAG IT!
(SWAT 2 tears down the poster.)
Shorty?

SWAT 3
I got "THE CRACK PIPES."

COP
BAG IT!
(SWAT 3 tears down the poster.)
How about you Bubba?

SWAT 4
This one's called "THE FUCK YOU ALLS."

COP
Oh, lovely.
BAG IT!
(SWAT 4 tears the poster in two.)
(The enormous sound of the CASE CLOSING slams down four times. BLACKOUT.)

TRACK 3: ARRAIGNMENT

(Lights up on a PUNK in a leather jacket. Audio backdrop: spitting.)

PUNK
If I want to wear fuckin' peg-legs and a leather jacket in 100 degree heat, that's my fuckn'
right. For a state so full of "mavericks," Texas is a pretty fuckin' hard place to be an
"individual," whatever that means. I knew this kid up in Amarillo, Brian. Fuckin'
awesome kid. We toured through there he set a show for us at this abandon house where
they do shows up there. Kid was one of those guys who'd actually make flyers for the
show. Put 'em up everywhere. Totally hooked us up with beer, got all these people to the
show. One of those guys who'd be like, hey dude, come by my work, I'll hook you up
with some day-olds. If there were only a kid like that in every bomb crater town in
Texas.

So anyway, up in Amarillo there's always shit between the jocks and the punks, of
course. But that shit up there got fuckin' evil on a regular basis. Chains and bats and
some serious ass kickings on both sides. But not anymore.

This second string football bubba, comes across a rumble on the drag. Sees his boys
gettin' it on with some hardcore kids. He sees this one punk getting ready to join in, so he
revs his fuckin' cadillac, and runs him down. The punk rolls off the hood of the caddy.
Bleeds to death in the parking lot. Basically, that's it, no more Amarillo. That fuckin'
jock manslaughtered like 100 people's best friend. Of course he's not going to jail. He
was "found guilty of manslaughter" which apparently means "now you be on your best
behavior for ten years and we won't charge you that $10,000 fine. Now go on home to
yer momma, boy."

The most fucked up part is that kid could have been any one of a fuckin' hundred kids on
the hardcore circuit. Kids with folks who are all like "we can't even see you anymore,
honey," and like "why do you have to wear that costume of yours, all the time?" It's like
when you put something over your face, that's the only time anyone wants to see it. Take
it away and need it back. People get all fuckin' threatened and shit when they can't see
you anymore. Guess what? That's actually feels pretty fuckin' good. Important. Maybe
even a little "powerful," or whatever. That's just the kind of shit that the people I know on
the circuit never, ever, ever, fuckin' get to have.

TRACK 4: OPENING ARGUMENT

(Audio backdrop: espresso machine. The OPTIMIST sits reading. Enter a PUNK.)

PUNK
Are you gonna order another cup of coffee?

OPTIMIST
I would think the only independently owned coffee shop left in town, would be a little
more concerned with customer service.

PUNK
(laughs.) Oh yeah. I forgot. Are you gonna order another fuckin' coffee, or what,
"Ma'am."

OPTIMIST
I know who you are, you know.

PUNK
Wow. You're very in touch.

OPTIMIST
We were in the same typing class.

PUNK
I hate typing.

OPTIMIST
Well, sometimes we have to do things we don't like to get by in the world.

PUNK
Why?

OPTIMIST
You know we were in the same fourth grade class. I invited you to my birthday party.
You got me a very nice little hat and handbag for my Barbie.

PUNK
You didn't invite me to your homecoming party last year. I you all went skinny dipping
in the pool.

OPTIMIST
What happened to you?

PUNK
I grew up. Now do you want a more coffee or what?

OPTIMIST
You don't look grown up to me. Why don't you sit down. I mean, I'm the only customer
in here.
 PUNK
You just want me to sit with you so your boyfriend can come around the corner and have
"probable cause" to start some shit with me. Probably get the whole shop shut down.

OPTIMIST
Russell has a game in Tyler today. They got out of class early and won't be back until
late tonight. I just wanted to talk. I don't understand why you're doing this to yourself.

(The PUNK sits.)

PUNK
I'm doing this, because I'd rather die than be like everyone else in this bomb crater.

OPTIMIST
What's so bad about your hometown? Most people around here are very happy.

PUNK
Yeah, well most people around here are a bunch of fuckin' bubbas.

OPTIMIST
I can see your point of view. You want to make a difference around here. You want to
an advocate for change.

PUNK
Uh- No? I just want to live a place where we can play whatever music we want and wear
whatever we want without-

OPTIMIST
Without being hassled by The Man? Right? Isn't that it? I can understand your
frustration.

PUNK
Is that true?

OPTIMIST
Listen, I know you’re a good kid, (the PUNK puts on a GAS MASK) but if you make too
much noise everyone will shut you out, no one wants to listen to constant yelling. You've
got to work within the system. If you get in, then you can slowly and quietly get their
attention. Change is difficult- hell, life is difficult enough just with our daily crap and
everything, I'm right there with you. I want to change the world too. I'm not just gonna
sit in a rut I'm gonna get out there and make a difference, slowly but surely. Anyone, I
mean absolutely anyone can change their life to be what they want, what they dream of
being. Anything is possible. These are amazing times to be alive. Once you've got your
life under control you can start
working to change the world and inspire others to do the same by your success!
Now I know you might just think I full of it, but you have to fully commit yourself
to what you decide to do. Take some responsibility for yourself. Look at me. I've
always wanted to be a marine biologist. So I'm taking extra classes and renting
educational videos. I mean who knows, it may take a while, but I'll never, never, never,
never give up my dreams. If it doesn't happen I have no one to blame but myself. I'm
really excited about it. When was the last time you were excited?

PUNK
(pulls up the GAS MASK.) Last Tuesday this band from Pensacola called The Fuckin'
Horribles played at the spit house. That's the kind of shit that excites me.

OPTIMIST
Have you ever considered volunteering for something? You know like an organization or
something, like, whatever, non-profit, big brother, or whatever. I mean, you know, I
volunteer sometimes, because it looks good on a college application, and you know what,
it feels good. I just love making a difference, you know?

PUNK
Whatever. I hate "organizations."

OPTIMIST
If you dismiss a whole group of people because you don't believe in the same things
or care about the same things, where does that leave us in the world? That makes you
just as intolerant as the people that you're trying to rebel against.

PUNK
I'm not trying to "rebel." I'm trying to live my life. (pulls down the GAS MASK.)

OPTIMIST
Well good for you. You can do anything you want if you just try hard enough.

TRACK 5: FIRST WITNESS

(At home. Audio backdrop: Tv "blaring". The PUNK enters in a GAS MASK and sits.
The PARENT throws her keys on the ground and starts in.)

PARENT
Now you know I love you, but what you did today was wrong. I know you know the
difference between right and wrong, but sometimes it doesn't seem as clear as it should,
and I understand that. What you've got to realize is that its at those moments, when
things don't seem clear that what's right and wrong are at their utmost importance. Do
you understand why what you did was wrong? We've been over and over this with you
and it just seems to me and Jeff that you don't get it. What would your father have
thought?
I mean you're getting older now and you're gonna be an adult soon. What kind of
productive member of society are you to be if all you know how do is defy authority and
deface people's property. Fighting? Vandalism? Do you have any idea how much it's
gonna cost to repair that sign at the school? Destruction of property is a serious, serious
offense. People in this world take that kind of thing very very seriously .

I mean already Jeff and I feel like we have to make excuses for you. Just the other day
Mrs. Johnson was asking why you don't hang with your old friends anymore. What am I
supposed to tell her, huh? I don't know, I guess his old friends just weren't scary enough,
they must have been too well-behaved, or something?

You're just asking for trouble. You say you want everyone to leave you alone and
everything you do just draws more attention to yourself. I know you want to be different,
but it's there a more positive way to get your point across? Those athletes are just as
tolerant as me and Jeff. You'll never grow up if you can't survive high school. It only
gets worse from there.

(The PUNK gets up and leaves. The PARENT sits. Tv stops. The COUNSELOR
enters. Audio backdrop: clock ticking.)

COUNSELOR
Thank you for coming in on such short notice. Now I'd just like to say from the get go,
that I'm known that child of yours for over ten years and quite frankly, I'm worried.
Everyone at the school is.

PARENT
Everyone?

COUNSELOR
Yes, ma'am, everyone. Now about six years ago, I was the Boy Scout Troop Leader here
in town, and we were more than happy to include you child even if he didn't have a
uniform.

PARENT
We were saving up for the uniform.

COUNSELOR
An admirable goal, to be sure, nonetheless, we tried to include your boy, but he continued
to be disobedient, a bad example. This one time, I can't even believe it now as I think
back on it, this one time, he arrived at the meeting, without an uniform of course, but
with a, I really can't believe it, a "skateboard."

PARENT
He didn't want a bicycle.

COUNSELOR
I know. That's exactly what I'm talking about. Anyway, I asked him to let me hold it for
the duration of the ceremonies and then it happen…
He told me I was a son of a bitch and that he didn't need to be in my troop anyway.
Can you believe that?

PARENT
No sir.

COUNSELOR
I had never seen eyes so cold and dark.

PARENT
Yes sir.

COUNSELOR
I'd like to have him looked at by a professional if you think that's within your budget.

PARENT
I'll look into, sir.

COUNSELOR
If nothing else, you could at least try to drag the boy to church every once in a while.

PARENT
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I'll do my best.

COUNSELOR
That's all anyone can ask.

PARENT
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

TRACK 6: SECOND WITNESS

(At the record shop. Audio backdrop: SISTER RAY by the Velvet Underground. The
CULTURIST runs the shop, the PUNK enters in a GAS MASK. )

CULTURIST
Hey man, what's happening? We finally got that new SOCIETY OF FRIENDS seven
inch. They fit ten tracks on a 45.

PUNK
(removes the GAS MASK.) Fuck yeah. That's the fastest, heaviest shit ever.
 CULTURIST
I suppose. Did you ever listen to that John Zorn record I lent you?

PUNK
My turntable's fucked up, I'm in the No-Vinyl -Land right now.

CULTURIST
Jesus how do you survive? That's like cutting off a man's hands.

PUNK
I got tapes. Dude, did you here about the fight last weekend?

CULTURIST
No, I've had my fuckin' head in a hole in the ground. Of course I heard about the fight,
what else is anyone gonna talk about. I can't believe Craig got so fucked up.

PUNK
Fuck. It was bad. This one fucking jock, Russell, got him down and just kept swinging
and swinging and swinging with a bat. Craig's fuckin' collar bone was sticking out this
far.

CULTURIST
Shit.

PUNK
No shit. He tried to give them a fake social security number at the hospital, but they
remembered him from the last time and now his folks are getting fuckin' collection
agencies on the phone non-stop.

CULTURIST
Jesus Christ, this goddamn fuckin' country. We put a man on the moon, five hundred
channels in every Tv, and we can't fuckin' stick a poor kid's collarbone back in his
shoulder without bankrupting his family for two generations. This is the kind of the
bullshit that makes be glad I'm in Texas were I can buy a rifle for twelve dollars at the
bucket 'o guns in the pawn shop. Dude, I hope you're watching you back. This are
dangerous times to be alive. Whatever "being alive" is supposed to mean these days.
The goddamn fuckin' bubbas that run this town make me want to fuckin' open fire. It's
enough to make me want to move to Chicago, were they might have a museum that
doesn't have a law enforcement theme.

(A MARKETING EXECUTIVE enters, keeping her distance and making notes.)

PUNK
Dude, the only paintings I've ever seen in my life were painted by people I know.

CULTURIST
Dude, that's cool, but it's also fucked up. Whatever, I'm doing my part now. I've
cancelled all orders from corporate distributors, I've stopped carrying that rap/rock mook
shit and I'm only selling country records that are pre-circa-1969 and still I get those
fuckin' apes in here looking for fuckin' Insane Clown Posse and Snoop Dogg. Jesus, I
mean if you're gonna build a record collection out of the most misogynist populist drivel
of the fuckin' moment, go on down to WalMart. I'd rather go out of business than
encourage the propagation of that kind of capitalist sensationalist dumbass herd feed.
That shit isn't even gonna have retro/kitsch/irony appeal in ten years. Well maybe Snoop
on the only this the shit with Dre, I mean that "solo" material. Fuck even I'd put him
under house arrest for that shit. Here stay home listen to a Run-DMC record and read a
book.

PUNK
Fuck yeah.

CULTURIST
Hey did you ever read that Pynchon book I lent you?

PUNK
Not yet. Did you see that review of NEGATIVE STEP in Maximum Rock n' Roll?

CULTURIST
No, but let me guess: "These guys used to be punk as shit, now they're weak as crap."

PUNK
Yeah, can you believe it? They're last cassette was like the end of the fuckin' world.

CULTURIST
Hey man, would you go check my PO Box? (holds up the PO Box key.)
I'm expecting some shit but I can't leave the shop, had to let Sarah go for a couple
months. Rent went up again.

PUNK
Sure, I got your back.

(PUNK catches the key and exits. MARKETING EXEC. approaches.)

CULTURIST
Sorry we don't carry Alanis Morrisette.

EXEC.
Actually, I was looking for Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention.

CULTURIST
No Zappa. Beefheart. There are two kinds of people in this world: Zappa and Beefheart
and this is a Beefheart store.
 EXEC.
What about Bowie?

CULTURIST
No Bowie, Iggy.

EXEC.
How about Sonic Youth?

CULTURIST
How about …AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF DEAD?

EXEC.
Is that a real name?

CULTURIST
This discussion is over. WalMart is on drag near the Interstate. "Good Day."

EXEC.
Joan Jett?

CULTURIST
That's possible. I can sell you a Joan Jett record.

EXEC.
Rad.

CULTURIST
Careful there. Watch your language.

EXEC.
You know I work for a music website in Dallas, and we're looking for people to cover the
local scenes in some of the small towns around here. You seem to have your finger on
the pulse of Amarillo. Do you think you could use some extra income? We pay three
cents a word. You could let the whole world know about your local scene.

CULTURIST
The whole world doesn't what to know about our scene. And we don't want to the whole
world to know about it. This is only thing we have and I'll be fuckin' damned if I'm sell
it some imaginary computer conglomeration for three cents. So you can tell you're
superiors to keep their filthy mitts in their pockets and off our scene.

EXEC.
I certainly didn't mean to insult you. The last thing we want to do is co-opt your scene.
We're a underground site. PunkOut.com. Have you seen it?
 CULTURIST
I don't even know anyone with a computer.

EXEC.
Oh. Well. How much for the record?

CULTURIST
For you… only thirty-five dollars.

(The CULTURIST pulls out a vinyl record with no sleeve.)

EXEC.
I don't have a record player, do you have it on CD?

CULTURIST
No further questions. This discussion is over.

TRACK 7: THIRD WITNESS

(At the rally. Audio backdrop: chant: "What do we want? / RIGHT NOW!" (loop))

(The PUNK in a GAS MASK is beating the ground with a bat. The ACTIVIST tries to
stop him.)

ACTIVIST
Hey maaaaan, what are you doing? Stop it, maaaan! You're only making things worse.
Two wrongs don't make a right, maaaan! You can't change something if you destroy it.

PUNK
(pulls up the GAS MASK.) Destruction is change.

ACTIVIST
Haven't you ever heard of non-violent protest? Come on brother, you're no better than
the people we're fighting.

PUNK
Fuck that. I'm not eating caviar off of starving people's backs. Civil disobedience is for
hippies. '60s shit doesn't work anymore. Hippie protest has been co-opted by
conservative liberals with two car garages. I'm not hurting people, just property.

ACTIVIST
It's same thing. "People" own that property. No one will ever listen to a criminal.

PUNK
In a capitalist society that only responds to sensationalized spectacles of violence, this is
the only way to compete with 100 million dollar special effects. Thrifty spectacle and
petty violence is only thing amerikan media responds to.

ACTIVIST
Violence is never the solution, maaaan. Don't play that game, man. Set up a web-site.
Raise awareness. Make a difference. Come on, brother.

PUNK
Get back in your VW bus and road trip back to college, your granola's getting soggy.
Violence is only solution left because it's the only thing we can afford.

(The chanting stops. The sound of a prison gate closing rings through the space. The
ACTIVIST leaves, the ACADEMIC enters. The ACADEMIC and the PUNK sit facing
each other talking on phone receivers in the visitor's room in a local lock-up. The PUNK
wears a GAS MASK.)

ACADEMIC
I completely sympathize with your cause. This capitalist system is anti-life. Marx would
love you guys. Maybe not the music itself, but the ideas behind the music? So Marx.

Indeed, perhaps, however: another solution to the problematic economic system of

America maybe be found in the language of capitalism itself. By co-opting the
terminology of the economic apparatus, we can create a model of SUB-CULTURAL
CAPITAL. Sub-culture capital exists somewhat more freely than concrete commodities.

Therefore, insomuch as and nevertheless: knowledge becomes a commodity and a

potential weapon in the battle for a classless society.

Irregardless: I know what it means to poor. I've read volumes upon volumes on the
subject. Therefore, as we strive for a classless existence, the subculture has a secret
weapon: the knowledge of a system of signs that can not be easily transmitted across
mass culture avenues of distribution. This knowledge, or SUBCULTURAL CAPITAL,
can be translated into a cultural commodity that may have the potential to "level the
playing field," if you will.

It's 1968 all over again. The thrill of change and the power of youth, side by side in a
battle for the soul of America. Wild in the streets. We stopped a fuckin' war, man. No
one can take that away from us. The music may be louder, the young people may be
more frightening, but it's 1968 all over again, and the squares will get theirs.

Ironically: culture itself may be the downfall of capitalist society. Since the capitalist
system has so embraced the concepts of "new" and "different" and "alternative," it creates
a self-fulfilling prophecy, an engine in constant need of coal. A gigantic white whale
consuming everything in path. Swallowing cultural material in its cavernous maw like so
much plankton and brine.
Ultimately: as we move toward a country entirely populated by consumers, the capitalist
system's need for "new" and "different" commodities places the subculture in an
advantageous position. By withholding the "alternative" and making it "scarce,"
subcultural commodities begin to gain properties similar to those of capitalist
commodities.

Thusly and in conclusion: SUBCULTURAL CAPITAL can be converted into quote-

unquote: real capital, as the underground controls the portioning out of fuel for the
capitalist engine.

If I were you, I'd find a way to, for lack of a better word, "cash in" your subcultural chips.
Have you ever considered opening a record store or working for a culture based website?
I'd be more than happy to help you with a resume.

TRACK 8: CLOSING STATEMENT

(An ATTORNEY enters. A PUNK in a GAS MASK holds a boombox plays a loop: "I'm
a ninja in my caddy." A JOCK stands on the other side of the stage, with his head hung,
holding a football. The ATTORNEY presses stop on the boombox.)

ATTORNEY
This is not a case of diversity, or tolerance, or judging people by the way they dress. This
case is about a gang of young men who chose a lifestyle designed to intimidate those
around them, to challenge authority, and to provoke a reaction from others. A conspiracy
was put into play to kill and maim these high school athletes. Dustin had no time to think
or ponder. He had to take immediate action and he took it. And if he had to live it over
again, he would do it again. What Dustin Camp faced out there was a mean drunk with a
weapon. Somewhere in the infinite processes that make a boy into a man, something
happened to Brian Deneke. His manner of death was unfortunately the end result of his
choices over the last six years prior to his death. You could even argue that he was
destined to die the way he did. He was a violent individual. And it took violence on this
athlete's part, to put an end to further violence and to save an innocent life. Let this boy
go home, and restore him to his family, because he did the right thing. He would make
his family, his church, and his community proud.

TRACK 9: VERDICT

(Six actors stand in a line. They move simultaneously. Calculating the pros and cons of
the situation on 10-key calculators. Printing out numbers on the calculator's RECEIPT
TAPE. One actors breaks away and tears the RECEIPT off of each calculator.)

JURY FORMAN
We have reach-a-f-cated the conclusion. We find both the defendant and the victim guilt-
ified as charged. Of course, this entire episode has so wound-a-f-cated this fair city that
absolutely any further destruction of the potential of these children would be a
blasphemous hypocrisy. It's is our duty and our decision to deliver-a-f-cate a message to
the rest of this great nation. We are a care-a-f-cating and compassionate city. We can
not further sanction-ate, the destruct-a-f-cation of the lives of these young peoples.
Murder is horrible and extremely unfortunate occurrence. There is no doubt in the
conscience of this assemblage of citizens, that the Defendant made a most tragical
misjudgement in judgement. We find the Defendant guilty, but with an fully
understandable clause of probable cause. Anything more than a ten thousand dollar fine,
ten years probation, and a suspended sentence would be a malicious waste of precious tax
dollars. Space in our over-crowded penal rehabilitation facilities would only be wasted
on this well-intentioned son of Amarillo. It is the duty of this municipality to love our
children unconditionally. Especially when they can not love each other. We must deliver
a message to the wayward young peoples of this fair city: we must set aside our
difference and embrace our similarities.

TRACK 10: RIOT

(BLACKOUT.)

(IN THE DARK: The sounds of a rioting crowd, tires screeching, glass breaking, and
people shouting once again fills the space. As the riot builds, newscaster voices begin an
exhausted commentary. As the final cacophony climaxes, all sound stops, except for the
breaking of glass. Final music cue comes in with the breaking glass and continues as the
lights come up on a bare stage. The music is THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND as perfomed
by the FUCKEMOS.)