
8pm in a rundown prison. A prisoner on death row will be executed. He has the right to make a final declaration. But the law doesn't stipulate how long he can talk. So, as long as he talks the execution is postponed…
A darkly funny, existential chamber piece. It feels like a philosophical debate trapped in a Kafkaesque nightmare, where words become the only weapon against oblivion. The tension simmers, fueled by witty dialogue and the absurdity of it all.









