The Bastards Among Us

Born to Be Bastards

EPISODE 01- SEASON 01

FADE IN:

INT.PRISON / NIGHT

The narrow hallways of the prison are dark and cold. The bare concrete walls are covered with a thin layer of moisture. Flickering fluorescent lights dimly illuminate the hallways, casting eerie shadows on the ground. The iron cell doors line the corridors, each cell containing a metal bed and a small table. The atmosphere is thick with silence, broken only by the sound of guards' footsteps and the distant echoes of inmates' voices.

INT.PRISON CORRIDOR / NIGHT

A security guard stands at the entrance of the corridor, scanning the area with sharp eyes. He begins to walk confidently toward one of the cells. Behind him, four other guards follow in a disciplined manner.

LEAD SECURITY GUARD

Let's make sure everything is in order. I don't want any trouble tonight.

The other guards nod in agreement and follow him. They pass cell after cell, checking doors and locks. The sound of jangling keys echoes through the corridor, adding to the tense atmosphere.

LEAD SECURITY GUARD

(muttering)

If anything happens, we're here to maintain order.

They approach a particular cell, the lead guard stops in front of it and peers inside. The inmate sits on his bed, looking at the guard with unease.

LEAD SECURITY GUARD

Is everything alright here?

HOSSAM:

(quietly)

Yes, everything's fine.

The lead guard looks around for a moment, then nods in approval and continues on his way. The guards follow in their orderly steps, leaving the inmate's cell behind

INMATE (O.S.)

Hey, Arab, I heard you're getting released tomorrow. What will you do once you're out

INT.HOSSAM CELL / NIGHT

HOSSAM:

(with a sarcastic tone)

First, I'll breathe some fresh air and enjoy the sun. Then, I'll visit an old friend of mine

INMATE 2 (O.S.)

Oh, that old friend! Wasn't he the reason you got in here?

HOSSAM:

(with a sly smile)

Yes, indeed. But he'll be happy to see me. In fact, i have a big surprise for him.

INMATE 3 (O.S.)

(curiously tone)

A surprise? What's that?

HOSSAM:

Let's just say it's a reward for getting me in here. It's worth the wait

INMATE 4

(chuckling softly)

What a great way to get back at him! I'd love to see his face when he sees you

HOSSAM:

(laughing)

I promise you, it will be an unforgettable moment. And I'll make sure to enjoy every second of it.

INMATE:

(seriously tone )

Are you sure about this? Isn't it dangerous?

HOSSAM:

(confidently)

Danger? I've lived in danger my whole life. Nothing new there. Now, it's time to reap what I've sown."

The cell is cramped and dark. The windows are barred and a single dim light offers little illumination. The camera zooms in on Hossam, a man in his mid-thirties, sitting on the floor against the wall. He’s dressed in tattered prison clothes and looks exhausted. His angry face is fixed on the wall opposite him, eyes burning with malice. He smokes a cigarette with a ravenous intensity, each puff filling the cell with smoke.

HOSSAM:

(staring intensely at the wall, taking a deep drag from the cigarette, then exhaling forcefully)

(whispering furiously)

Damn everything. Everything in my life has turned into betrayal. Every breath I exhale, every bit of smoke I blow out, is part of this hatred.

The camera captures the details of Hossam’s face, the malice clearly etched in his features. He tries to quell his anger through smoking, but his frantic puffs leave no room for calm.

HOSSAM:

(breathing heavily, then glaring at the ceiling)

Everyone here wished me harm. Here I am, locked in this cell, but there’s still a part of me that hasn’t broken. I still have things to say.

The cigarette burns out as smoke swirls around Hossam’s face while he continues to glare at the wall, his eyes filled with anger and a thirst for revenge

HOSSAM:

(to himself)

I’ll see you tomorrow, God willing, my old friend.

CUT TO:

INT. GEORGE'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

The apartment is in an old neighborhood, looking disheveled and dimly lit. The furniture is worn and aged, with peeling walls and creaky wooden floors. In the middle of the room, a large wooden table is covered in a chaotic array of chemical equipment. There are small bags of white powder, scales, glassware, empty containers, and plastic cylinders. The strong smell of chemicals permeates the air.

The camera focuses on George, a short, blonde man dressed in expensive but disheveled clothing. He has an attractive face but his eyes reveal a fierce and unhinged nature. His light beard is scruffy, and he exudes a menacing aura. He is sitting on one of the chairs, watching his assistants intently.

GEORGE:

(in a low, authoritative voice)

Listen up, you two. We’ve got a tight deadline tonight. The cocaine has to be delivered by midnight. I don’t want any screw-ups.

The assistants, one tall and thin, the other short and visibly anxious, work diligently. The first is packing cocaine into bags while the second mixes heroin in the glassware.

ASSISTANT 1

(looking nervously at George)

George, you sure we have enough? The last batch was a bit short.

GEORGE:

(eyeing him sharply)

Of course, we have enough. If you think otherwise, you’re welcome to test the product yourself.

ASSISTANT 2

(interjecting quickly)

Look, George, we’ll have it ready on time. What about Hossam? He’s getting out tomorrow, right?

GEORGE:

(with a maniacal grin)

Hossam, yes. He’s a old friend end we need to deal with. But for now, our priority is this shipment. Make sure everything is perfect, or it’ll be your heads on the line.

George looks at his watch, then grabs a bag and starts arranging piles of cocaine with meticulous attention, surrounded by the smoke rising from the chemicals.

ASSISTANT 1

(worriedly)

Are you sure he’ll come through with the payment? I’ve heard he’s been having trouble.

GEORGE:

(angrily)

Don’t worry about Hossam, Just make sure this deal goes off without a hitch. Midnight, or else.

The camera slowly pulls away from George and his team working frantically. The lights in the apartment fade gradually, focusing on the clock ticking towards midnight.

CUT TO:

INT. GOLDEN HORN THE RESTAURANT - NIGHT

The restaurant features an expansive hall elegantly decorated with dim lighting that reflects off the gleam of candles on each table. The ceiling is adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers, and the furniture exudes luxury with dark brown leather chairs and glossy rosewood tables. Classical music gently plays from speakers, adding a touch of sophistication to the atmosphere. Waitstaff are dressed in elegant attire, moving comfortably among patrons who converse quietly. Large glass windows offer a stunning view of the city skyline at night.

A family of four is seated at a table near the window. The mother and father are seated in the center, with the children at either end. The waitress, Sarah, approaches with a bright smile.

SARAH:

(carrying a notepad and writing quickly)

Good evening! Are you ready to order or do you need a bit more time?

FATHER:

Good evening. We need a bit more time, but we can start with the wine list.

SARAH:

Certainly, we have a wonderful selection of French wines. Do you prefer red or white?

MOTHER:

We’d like to try something special. What do you recommend?

SARAH:

If you’re leaning towards red, I recommend the 'Château Margaux,' a luxurious choice that pairs beautifully with meat dishes. If you prefer white, the 'Château de Chablis' is excellent with seafood.

FATHER:

We’ll go with the 'Château Margaux,' thank you.

SARAH:

Excellent choice, I’ll bring that right away. Would you like any assistance with your meal selections?

MOTHER:

Yes, please. What’s the house specialty?

SARAH:

I highly recommend the 'Steak Tartare,' it’s our signature dish and one of the best we offer. If you’re in the mood for something lighter, the 'Smoked Salmon with Lemon Sauce' is a great option.

FATHER:

We’ll have the Steak Tartare and also the Salmon.

SARAH:

Great choice! I’ll get that started for you. If you need anything else, please let me know.

MOTHER:

Thank you, Sarah.

Sarah smiles and gracefully moves away towards the kitchen, while the family continues their conversation and enjoys the elegant ambiance of the restaurant.

JUMP CUT TO:

INT. GOLDEN HORN - THE RESTAURANT RESTROOM -NIGHT

The restroom is pristine and elegant, with walls covered in glossy white tiles and marble around the sinks. Bright lights accentuate the modern toilets, adding a refreshing ambiance to the space. The stalls are separated by frosted glass partitions, offering privacy while maintaining an open feel. The air is filled with the scent of soap and a faint fragrance.

A man in a formal suit, named "Alex," stands at the urinal, using the restroom. He looks slightly puzzled as he glances around. Suddenly, he starts to hear unusual noises coming from one of the stalls, with muffled whispers mixed with faint sounds.

ALEX:

(talking to himself)

What are these sounds? It seems something strange is going on here.

Alex steps towards the stall from which the noises are coming, tilting his head slightly to listen more clearly.

ALEX:

At least, take her to a hotel, you cheap skate. But here? In the restroom?

Alex steps back slightly from the stall, shaking his head with a look of disapproval, then exits the restroom with a disgruntled expression, ignoring the surroundings

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