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Voice: When that train gets to Hellville, you'd best just let it roll right on through. (A slum. A pedestrian offends some deviants by waiting for a green light before crossing the street.) Deviant: Hey man? What are you? A cop or something? You don't belong here, man. Pedestrian: I thought the conductor said 'Belleville'. (A child walks past carrying a lunchbox. The misfits pounce on him and rob him.) Deviant: Hey! Look what I got! Peanut butter and jelly, man! All right! Voice: Lunch is cheap in Hellville. Tuesday nights at ten. |
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| © 2007, 2012. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Hellville
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