The Wizard leads Jim to another cell. This one is
occupied by a young South American girl of
Spanish-Indian decent who runs to the cell door and
clutches the bars in terror.

JIM:

Who is she? Why is she so scared?

WIZARD:

She's just a girl, a young mother of
a small boy. She doesn't speak English.

Several shots ring out in the distance and the girl,
terrified, reaches through the bars and grabs Jim's hand.

JIM:

What in hell is going on?

WIZARD:

This girl is going to be shot tomorrow.

JIM:

Shot, for what?

WIZARD:

For complaining to the authorities in her
village that dope was being produced in a
building right next door to her house.

What she did not understand was that it was
the police themselves who were doing it
and they did not appreciate her attention.
Tomorrow they plan to murder her.

JIM:

You can't hang that on me!

WIZARD:

Then who do we hang it on Jim? If people
in our country would stop buying dope, the
people in her country wouldn't be dying
because of it.

Jim, every single person who buys dope has
a share in this girls death, that and the
devastation it has brought to her country.
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