Bad Ass Killers Movie

*Note: Sarcasm implied for G Money and Doc, and script should be read as such.
Doc's personality is based on Doc Holliday of "Tombstone".  G Money should 
act {like Johnny Cage in "Mortal Kombat"?}, except when it comes to business.
Then he's a bad ass.
*Note: You will NOT get a "root for the underdog" feeling in this movie.  G and Doc do NOT lose fights, nor are they ever overmatched or out of control.

SCENE 1:
Opening sequence, to be detailed later.

scene 1.5:
shots of g money hitting slam man with hands and feet, sweating for the 
ladies, shirt off.  shots of doc taking target practice on slam man.

SCENE 2:
After screen flashes white, title appears dramatically.  In black.  Cut to 
prison, where bus is arriving with new prisoners.  [Print to screen:
One Year earlier]  It is raining gloomily.
Although it is daytime, it is early morning and very dark due to the clouds.
New prisoners file systematically inside prison walls, which loom darkly.
Camera shot from low to emphasize size of walls.

Prisoners filed through a series of preparatory stations as the credits
roll by unremarkably.  Camera lingers on our two heroes, who hold themselves
proudly, like they won't back down.  No one speaks (or maybe the guards
giving instructions do, i don't know).  As the credits finish, they are 
ushered into their cells.  Our heroes are conveniently placed in adjacent
cells (or the same cell, maybe).  Doors slam shut, and guards leave.

G Money slams his fists down on bedding.

Doc: Now now, Gerald.  You might hurt yourself.

G: It just seems like the guards could be a little more cheery, don't you 
think?  It really gets on my nerves.  I mean, not one of those guys 
cracked a smile when you dropped your pants.  Talk about composure.

D: If I didn't know you better, I might take that personally, Gerald.

G: Hey, stop calling me that, man, I go a rep to uphold in here.

D: You're awfully snippy today, Mister G Money.

G: Sorry Doc, it's just this place...it wouldn't be so bad if they spruced
it up a little bit.  You know, a little wallpaper, some plush carpeting,
maybe a few tapestries here and there...

Inmate 1 [from somewhere else on cell block]: Hey Martha Stewart, shut the
FUCK up.

Inmate 2 [in next cell, hushed tone, nervous, slightly crazed voice]: Psssst.
Y-y-you guys better keep it down.  You don't want trouble with Big P-p-poppa.
He'll k-k-kill ya, he will.

G: Thanks; you can be my new guardian angel.  My old one didn't seem to be
helping much.  People call me G Money.  You?

Inmate 2: S-s-skyler.

G: Well Skyler, thanks, but we can take care of ourselves.  I'll make sure you 
don't take shit for sticking up for us.


Dinner.......

At dinner, our dynamic duo is approached by a group of tough guys.  At the
lead is a very large black guy with a shaved head.  Very intimidating.

D: Well if it isn't Big Poppa and his band of merry men.

BP: That's right, little man.  I run things around here.  You get in line, or
my boys beat you so badly your mommas won't recognize the bodies.

Doc and G both maintain their equanimity.  Slight smirk on Doc's face.
Both are very casual, like it's a normal conversation, a la Clooney and
Ving Rhames in "Out of Sight".

D: How quaint. [uncouth, blunt, brusque...]

G: You'd think he'd avoid such a trite [pedestrian] cliche, too.  [I would
have gone with...]

BP: A couple of wise asses then.  This should be fun.  What do they call you?

D: They call me Doc.  [You know, after the gunslinger.]

BP: Doc, huh... well you must be Snow White, then. [laughter from lackeys]

G: G Money.

BP: Well here you're gonna be Snow White, because I said so.  Be good for 
awhile, and maybe i'll change it to Sleepy.