Deleted Scene Sequence (Continued)

(The scene cuts to show Gio and Grand Councilwoman making their way out of the room, and then down the hallway, all before reaching a metal curved door that said "Prisoner Processing Unit" on it...)

Gio (gulps)

Grand Councilwoman: You want to turn back?

Gio: No...I'm here to bring Dr. Hamsterviel closure, and I will stay here until it is done.

Grand Councilwoman: Then come along. Time to start your mission.

(The scene cuts to show Gio entering the room through the door, and much to the surprise of him, Gantu was there, happy to see him again...)

Gio: Gantu!

Gantu: Hey, Gio. Don't worry, there's no other inmates here, so I can call you Gio for a bit. You're looking good. Ready to do this thing?

Gio (nods): As ready as I'm ever be. Besides my outfit change, what does processing entail?

Gantu: Checking if you have any weapons, hidden compartments, etc.

Gio: Oh, okay. (Holds out duffle bag) And my stuff? What'll happen to it? I was told I can bring some stuff in my cell to do when I have to be locked up.

Gantu: We can bring your stuff to the cell while everyone's distracted in the cafeteria.

Gio (Sighs): Okay. (Hands bag to Gantu)

Gantu: Thanks. And I gotta tell you something. I am sorry for those times I chased you and all. Hamsterviel was using me, and I was doing his orders...

Gio (Holds out hands): It's okay, Gantu. No hard feelings. You were lost and just wanted to do something, but that's something which happened to be under negative peer pressure. I forgive you, Gantu. I do.

Gantu: (Sighs in relief) Thank you, Gio. I needed to hear that. I really appreciate it. (Blinks at the clock) Right, better get you changed and processed.

Gio: Oh, sure. But one more thing. After I get settled into my cell, will I get to have breakfast here? I didn't get a chance to prepare myself anything before I came here this morning.

Grand Councilwoman: I am afraid that you must go to the Cafeteria, Gio.

Gio (nods): Understood. Anyways, how do I start this processing? I'm ready?

Grand Councilwoman: There's a dressing room closet over there for privacy. Your outfit's in there. Very lucky you gave me your size last night.

Gio: And will I get my clothes back once my stay here is over?

Gantu: Sure you will, Gio! They will be washed and pressed on the day of your leave.

Gio (nods): Thank you...(goes into the dressing room closet and closes the door)

(Inside the dressing room, Gio found a small wooden bench, a mirror on the left, and placed on the wooden bench, a pair of brown prison shoes with brown laces, a pair of white prison socks, and a folded-up one piece orange prison jumpsuit...)

Gio (cringes): Orange is NOT my color...(begins taking off V-neck sweater vest and tie) But, this has to be done...(unbuttons blue dress shirt) So, here I go...

(In only 6 minutes, Gio took off all of his clothing, even his underpants, and then proceeded to put on the jumpsuit, first by slipping his legs into the leggings of it, and then taking time to get his prison socks and brown prison shoes on. After tying his brown shoelaces tightly, he then put on the rest of the jumpsuit by putting his arms into the long sleeves, and then zipping it up, all the way up to his neck. Gio then looked at himself in the mirror...)

Gio: Well, it fits...I'll give it that. And this material? It's not irritating my body parts at all. This material feels soft and...well...comfortable.

(Indeed, Gio's orange one-piece prison jumpsuit, fits him perfectly well. This jumpsuit had both long sleeves, which covered his arms up to his wrists, and leggings that covered his legs up to his ankles respectively. This prison jumpsuit also had a polo collar at Gio's neck area, as well as a light-grey zipper in front that went up from his waist to the very top of the jumpsuit just at his neck. Gio's prison outfit had no pockets, and like he said, it fit very well, and conformed to the shape of his body...)

Gio (folds regular clothes and grabs them along with sneakers): Well, time to be an inmate in space for 5 days...(steps outside the dressing room) I'm all changed. (holds out clothes and sneakers) Here are my clothes and shoes.

Grand Councilwoman: Excellent. Hand them to the desk so they can be bagged and tucked away into storage.

Gio: Oh, sure. (looks left and right) And where is the desk?

(A ding sounds out, and Gio sees straight ahead, seeing a desk with a strong glass protective wall.)

Gantu: And that would be the desk.

Gio (walks over to the desk): My clothes? (places clothes and shoes on desk)

Guard: Good, and name? (Gathers clothes and shoes, putting them into sealed bag, and putting it into a locker box behind him before grabbing a binder with list of prisoners.)

Gio: Well, I was told that my name in front of other inmates is George Pucadski. My real name is Gio Pelekai.

Guard: (Scans list) Ah, yes, George Pucadski, there you are. Go through the body detector to make sure there's no weapons on you. (Gestures to the left with a pen)

(Gio looked to the left and saw a curved body detector machine. It was like a metal detector down on Earth, only the sides were curved, and the top part of it was round...)

Gio (nods): Got it...(walks through detector)

Guard: (Checks computer for the detector) You're clear. No weapons at all.

Gio (nods): Thanks. (walks back to where Gantu was) Now what happens?

Gantu: Since you are faking to be a shoplifter, only two guards can walk you to the cell and cafeteria, etc. Handcuffs are the minimum necessity for security.

Gio: Oh, okay. No problem. Will handcuffs be removed so I can eat my breakfasts in the cafeteria? And will I have no handcuffs during recreation time?

Grand Councilwoman: Handcuffs can be removed for breakfast, cell time, and recreation time. It's only inside the hallways and such which the handcuffs are needed.

Me (nods): Oh, okay. And how long is recreation time?

Grand Councilwoman: Regular inmates have 1 hour only, while death row inmates and you have 3 hours.

Gio (smiles): Well, I'll take what I can get, and 3 hours is perfect.

Gantu: Well, you are all good and clear to follow. I will be one of your guards as I know the way to your cell.

Grand Councilwoman: I cannot come along otherwise the inmates will think I favor you for some reason.

Gio (nods): Makes sense. Oh, and one more question, if I may?

Grand Councilwoman: Oh? Of course, you may ask.

Gio: I know you said that the guards have to treat me like a prisoner when I'm with Hamsterviel and other real inmates, but...what about when it's just me and Hamsterviel and no other inmates? This whole stay for me was his idea after all, and I'm sure he would want me to be treated well around him when no other inmates are around.

Grand Councilwoman: Oh, the guards will be more relaxed when you and Hamsterviel's around, but they will still be alert. After all, Hamsterviel is still a prisoner no matter if he's to die in a week.

Gio (nods): Ah, okay. Well, I guess I better get those handcuffs on and get ready for settling into my cell...(holds out hands) What do handcuffs look like up here?

Gantu: Pretty much like Earth but black and stronger somewhat, thanks to being made of a different steel here.

Gio: Oh, and my sleeping arrangement? Will the bed within the cell be comfortable?

Gantu: Yep. Like medium range of comfortable, not too hard or too soft. We'd rather prefer our inmates to accept it fine enough, and not complaining like brats.

Gio: And will I have the same type of bed to deal with?

Gantu: Nah. Since the cell block of Death Row is mostly empty except for you and Hamsterviel, you are safe to have a much more comfortable bed. But you gotta act like it's like eh with the bed when you are in the cafeteria and such.

Gio (sighs): Okay, thanks. Well, I'm ready to see my cell...(holds out arms again) And those handcuffs?

Gantu: (Grabs handcuffs from other guard, and gently leans down to put the handcuffs on Gio, firmly yet not too tight for his hands are bigger than Gio's) There. Is that too tight?

Gio: No, it's fine, thank you.

Gantu: All right, then. Let's get you out of here and to your cell. And oh, I apologize further for the words I would use on you when other inmates are around.

Gio (shrugs): No worries, I understand it's part of the act. Will my bag be in the cell waiting for me?

Gantu: It will be. I have another guard bringing it in five minutes once you have a first look of your cell before I take you to the cafeteria.

Gio (nods): Alright. (Gets next to Gantu) I...I'm ready.

Gantu: Good! Guard, you're on his right side. (Gantu's guard partner nods and gets on Gio's right side) Let's go, no more wasting time!

(And with that, the other guard opened up another circular door, leading to the hallway of regular and maximum-security inmate cells. Most of them were full of alien inmates of all shapes and sizes, either keeping to themselves or making noise angrily. Breakfast in the cafeteria wouldn't be served until 6:00am, so Gantu and the other guard "escorted" Gio out of the processing room, and down the hallway. Gio pretended to seem frightened over being in prison...)

Gio (looks left and right) (gulps)

Gantu: Let's go, brat. And stop being a wuss! You're in a prison, so toughen up!

Gio (glares and plays along): Wuss?! Certainly describes you! But I'M the one you're locking up!

Gantu: (Glares) Shut up, I am the captain here, and you are a lowly prisoner! No wonder the police caught you easy after you passed that alert beam at that store.

Gio: No, YOU shut up! I'm not afraid of you!

Gantu: Do you want me to put tape on your big mouth? Because I can do that!

Gio (glares:): Hey, do you have a problem with me?!

Gantu: (Growls lowly) You're making out to be a troublemaker. If you won't shut up, there's no food for you, am I clear?!

Gio (gulps): You're such an idiot! No prison can hold me!

Gantu: That's strike 2. Do you still want food? Because I hear the cafeteria's to open in 15 minutes.

Gio (gulps): Shutting up...

Gantu: (Nods in satisfaction) Good boy. Now, let's get you in your cell, have a look before we drag you off to breakfast.

Gio (spits): Fine...

Gantu: (Raises an eyebrow) Want to go for Strike 3?

Gio (glares and says nothing)

(In another few minutes, Gantu led Gio with the other guard at his side, heading into another hallway where the Death Row cells are, and there, besides Hamsterviel's cell, is Gio's own cell)

Gantu: Here we are. Your home for the time being, Gio. (Having noticed that they are out of earshot range from the other inmates in the other hallway.)

Gio: So, I can talk to you normally now?

Gantu: (Nods) We are in the middle of the Death row cells hallway, and we are far enough away from the other hallway of low-level and maximum-security cells. Now, come on. The extra guard will show up soon with your bag while we take you to the cafeteria, but first, take a look. (Pushes a button and the cell window opens up to reveal the entire cell)

Gio curiously looked through the window and examined his cell that would be his home for the next 5 days. It was made up of steel all around, including the walls, floor, and ceiling. The cell had a sink, a toilet, a desk, a chair, a light fixture attached to the ceiling, and a steel bed with a thick mattress, a sheet, a blanket, and 2 pillows for Gio's comfort. There was also a small cardboard box with the words "Morning Snacks for Gio" written on it...)

Gio (eyes widen): Well, the cell does seem larger than the standard cells we passed. Do all "Death Row" inmates get larger cells like this?

(Hamsterviel's voice chuckles lightly near them)

Hamsterviel: Pretty much. It's good to see you, Gio, through orange looks terrible on you, but those outfits are surprisingly comfortable, anyway.

Gio (jumps): Oh! (chuckles) Hamsterviel, you...you startled me!

Hamsterviel: Apologies for scaring you there. I was honestly surprised when Grand Councilwoman told me that you accepted the favor and all.

Gio (sighs): Well, sometimes closure is needed, and I can tell that you needed it.

Hamsterviel: (Smiles lightly) And I very appreciate it much, Gio. So, can we start over and be friends this time? Hello, I am Dr. Jacques Von Hamsterviel.

Gio (smiles): And I'm Gio Pelekai.

Hamsterviel: Pleased to meet you, Gio. (Suddenly, a purple alarm sounded out) Ah, that'd be the cafeteria opening up. We are last to go since there's more people to march to the cafeteria back in maximum and low-level security.

Gantu: One of the rules around here. (Nods)

Gio (nods): Alright... (to Gantu) Oh, and I did want to ask...why is my jumpsuit comfortable, anyway? It feels like a soft material and it's not irritating my skin at all.

Gantu: Oh, the jumpsuits are supposed to be comfortable because we need all the inmates in Death Row to be comfortable as they can be until their death day. After all, they are revisiting memories and thinking a lot here and there, so why not let them have peaceful dreams for once?

Gio: Wait, so only "Death Row" inmates have the jumpsuits made in this material?

Gantu: Yes. The maximum and low-level inmates have striped white and blue, and gray and black outfits.

Hamsterviel: Because of the variety of crimes and such, you understand?

Gio: Well, I understand now, yes. And are those inmates' outfits comfortable or not so much?

Hamsterviel: I have heard complaints that the colors are tacky, not as tacky as orange, but that it's almost like rough cotton in a way.

Gio: And what material is my jumpsuit made out of, Gantu? You still didn't tell me yet...

Gantu: Something similar to silk, I believe.

Gio: Oh, alright. And are you saying that only "Death Row" inmates have orange jumpsuits like mine?

Hamsterviel: I am in Death Row, and I am wearing a jumpsuit like yours. I believe that answers your question.

Gio: Hold on...my fake crime story was that I stole jewels from a store. Is...that really a crime punishable by death?!

Gantu: This isn't Earth. Rules and laws are different in outer space, on different planets including Turo. The store you stole the jewels and invaluable objects, it belonged to a rich owner, and he was extremely angry, ordering the death penalty on you, and so that's your fake crime story.

(A yellow alarm sounds out)

Hamsterviel: That's our turn to head to the cafeteria. And here comes my escort of guards.

Gio (nods): Alright. How many guards besides you will be escorting Hamsterviel and I to the cafeteria?

Gantu: Four. Hamsterviel may be on Death Row, but he's still high profile.

Gio (nods): I understand.

Gantu: Good. Hamsterviel has to go first. And then you at my side, will follow along.

Gio: Got it. Oh, and one more question...

Gantu: Yes?

Gio: On my final day here, when it'll be time for me to leave, will I have to be escorted in a way that makes it look like I'm about to go get executed? Or will I just be taken out of here quietly away from other inmates?

Gantu: Yes, you'll have to be escorted that way, and no, it's not happening in the cafeteria or anything like that. It's like after lunch, when every other inmate is inside their cells.

Gio: Ah, okay. And there's no "staged execution" happening to me or anything?

Gantu: There's another hallway to the execution room, but just as we are far deep inside the hallway from other eyes, there's a shortcut passage to the processing room for cases like this. So, no, there's no staged execution at all.

Gio: Cases like this? Have there been other undercover missions before like I'm doing?

Gantu: It's rare, but yes.

Gio: Alright...(sees 4 guards coming) Well, I'm ready for breakfast.

Hamsterviel: I hear they're doing omelets today.

Gantu: Well, follow us. (pats Gio's back)

Gio (walks over and stands next to Gantu)

Gantu: Guards, open Hamsterviel's cell.

Guards: (Salutes) Yes, Captain Gantu! (Pushes button to open cell-wide window) Hold your hands out, Hamsterviel. (Holding handcuffs)

Hamsterviel (sighs): Yes, sirs. (holds out hands)

One of the guards: (Puts and clips handcuffs on Hamsterviel's hands while checking here and there to make sure it's secure) Hamsterviel is secure!

Gantu: Good. Now, we know what to do...

(And so, Hamsterviel was led out first from his cell, with his guards in a circle around him, marching on, and then Gantu led Gio with the other guard on the other side, heading for the cafeteria.)