EXT. THE SWAMP - SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Walnut hangs upside down from a tree, firmly tangled up in a drapery of Spanish moss.

Aligators fruitlessly snap at the rock in her hands from the swampy water below.

Where the water is more shallow Lisa Sharp has purposed a throne out of the hollow of a tree.

LISA SHARP: Do the three of youse understand what we is trainin' for? You ain't fightin' for MY freedom, you sure ain't fightin' for YOURS.

She lectures her three new recruits--Boom, Bug and Jayjay--at gunpoint.

LISA SHARP: This fight is for WALNUT. WALNUT: Wughh... I's think I gonna throwings up.

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