#Monster walter dean myers prologue movie
#Monster walter dean myers prologue trial

TheyвЂ™re pushing for the death penalty, which is really bad. Sandra Petrocelli is the prosecutor, and sheвЂ™s good.

#Monster walter dean myers prologue trial

Both you and this King character are on trial for felony murder. Let me make sure you understand whatвЂ™s going on. She is all business as she talks to STEVE. KATHY OвЂ™BRIEN, STEVEвЂ™s lawyer, is petite, red-haired, and freckled. We are in a small room used for prisoner-lawyer interviews. He is seen only briefly as he is herded through the heavy doors of the courthouse.ДЇADE OUT as last prisoner from the van enters rear of courthouse.ДЇADE IN: INTERIOR COURTHOUSE. He is dressed in the suit and tie we saw on the cot. Few people notice the van as it makes its way from the DETENTION CENTER to the COURTHOUSE.Д¬UT TO: PRISONERS, handcuffed, coming from back of van. There are men collecting garbage, a female traffic officer motioning for a taxi to make a turn, students on the way to school. Through the bars at the rear of the van, we see people going about the business of their lives in downtown New York. I know how that feels.Д¬UT TO: INTERIOR: CORRECTIONS DEPT. IвЂ™ll take your eggs if you donвЂ™t want them. Yo, Harmon, you gonna eat something? Come on and get your breakfast, man. Set design, handcuffs, and prison outfits by the State of New York

#Monster walter dean myers prologue movie

As he does, words appear on the screen, just like the opening credits of the movie Star Wars, rolling from the bottom of the screen and shrinking until they are a blur on the top of the screen before rolling off into space.

VO continues with anonymous PRISONER explaining how the Detention Center is the real thing. On the cot next to him are the suit and tie he is to wear to court for the start of his trial.Д¬UT TO: ERNIE, another prisoner, sitting on john, pants down.Д¬UT TO: SUNSET, another prisoner, pulling on T-shirt.Д¬UT TO: STEVE pulling blanket over his head as screen goes dark.ДЄinвЂ™t no use putting the blanket over your head, man. Sixteen-year-old STEVE HARMON is sitting on the edge of a metal cot, head in hands. Camera stops and slowly turns toward a cell. Most of the voices are clearly Black or Hispanic. There are sounds of inmates yelling from cell to cell much of it is obscene. Camera goes slowly down grim, gray corridor. IвЂ™ll call it what the lady who is the prosecutor called me.ДЇADE IN: INTERIOR: Early morning in CELL BLOCK D, MANHATTAN DETENTION CENTER. IвЂ™ll write it down in the notebook they let me keep. I could block out the scenes like we did in school. I could write it out and play it in my head. I think to get used to this I will have to give up what I think is real and take up something else. It is about being alone when you are not really alone and about being scared all the time. This is not a movie about bars and locked doors. I have seen movies of prisons but never one like this. Sometimes the camera moves in so close that you canвЂ™t tell what is going on and you just listen to the sounds and guess. The movie is in black and white, and grainy. It is a strange movie with no plot and no beginning. Sometimes I feel like I have walked into the middle of a movie. TheyвЂ™re strangers but they still find reasons to hurt each other. We sleep with strangers, wake up with strangers, and go to the bathroom in front of strangers. If your life outside was real, then everything in here is just the opposite. Every morning I wake up and I am surprised to be here. They say you get used to being in jail, but I donвЂ™t see how. When the gloves came, the guards put them on, handcuffed the guy, and then took him to the dispensary. The guy who was hit they made sit at the table while they waited for another guard to bring them rubber gloves. When the guards came over, they made us line up against the wall. Somebody said some little thing and somebody else got mad. This morning at breakfast a guy got hit in the face with a tray. I wonder if I will look like myself when the trial is over. I couldnвЂ™t have changed that much in a few months.

When I look into the small rectangle, I see a face looking back at me but I donвЂ™t recognize it. ItвЂ™s six inches high, and scratched with the names of some guys who were here before me. There is a mirror over the steel sink in my cell. If anybody knows that you are crying, theyвЂ™ll start talking about it and soon itвЂ™ll be your turn to get beat up when the lights go out. That way even if you sniffle a little they wonвЂ™t hear you.

The best time to cry is at night, when the lights are out and someone is being beaten up and screaming for help.