21 INT -- CELLBLOCK FIVE -- NIGHT (1947) 21

LOW ANGLE. A CELLBLOCK GUARD strolls into frame.

GUARD
That's lights out! Good night, ladies.

The lights bump off in sequence. The guard exits, footsteps
echoing away. Darkness now. Silence. CAMERA CRANES UP the
tiers toward Red's cell.

RED (V.O.)
I remember my first night. Seems a
long time ago now.

Red looms from the darkness, leans on the bars. Listens.
Waits. From somewhere below comes faint, ghastly tittering.
VOICES drift through the cellblock, taunting:

VARIOUS VOICES (O.S.)
Fishee fishee fisheeee...You're
gonna like it here, new fish. A
whooole lot...Make you wish your
daddies never dicked your
mommies...You takin' this down, new
fish? Gonna be a quiz later.
(somebody LAUGHS)
Sshhh. Keep it down. The screws'll
hear...Fishee fishee fisheeee...

RED (V.O.)
The boys always go fishin' with
first-timers...and they don't quit
till they reel someone in.

The VOICES keep on, sly and creepy in the dark...

22 INT -- VARIOUS CELLS -- NIGHT (1947) 22
thru thru 25
2g ...while the new cons go quietly crazy in their cells. One man
paces like a caged animal...another sits gnawing his cuticles
bloody...a third is weeping silently...a fourth is dry-heaving
into the toilet...

26 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 26

Red waits at the bars. Smoking. Listening. He cranes his head,
peers down toward Andy's cell. Nothing. Not a peep.

HEYWOOD (O.S.)
Fat-Ass...oh, Faaaat-Ass. Talk to
me, boy. I know you're in there. I
can hear you breathin'. Now don't
you listen to these nitwits, hear?

27 INT -- FAT-ASS' CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 27

Fat-Ass is crying, trying not to hyperventilate.

HEYWOOD (O.S.)
This ain't such a bad place. I'll
introduce you around, make you feel
right at home. I know some big ol'
bull queers who'd love to make your
acquaintance...especially that big
white mushy butt of yours...

And that's it. Fat-Ass lets out a LOUD WAIL of despair:

FAT-ASS
OH GOD! I DON'T BELONG HERE! I
WANNA GO HOME!

28 INT -- HEYWOOD'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 28

HEYWOOD
AND IT'S FAT-ASS BY A NOSE.'

29 INT -- CELLBLOCK -- NIGHT (1947) 29

The place goes nuts. Fat-Ass throws himself screaming against
the bars. The entire block starts CHANTING:

VOICES
Fresh fish...fresh fish...fresh
fish...fresh fish...

FAT-ASS
I WANNA GO HOME! I WANT MY MOTHER.'

VOICE (O.S.)
I had your mother! She wasn't that
great!

The lights bump on. GUARDS pour in, led by Hadley himself.

HADLEY
What the Christ is this happy shit?

VOICE (O.S.)
He took the Lord's name in vain!
I'm tellin' the warden!

HADLEY
(to the unseen wit)
You'll be tellin' him with my baton
up your ass!

Hadley arrives at Fat-Ass' cell, bellowing through the bars:

HADLEY
What's your malfunction you fat
fuckin' barrel of monkey-spunk?

FAT-ASS
PLEASE! THIS AIN'T RIGHT! I AIN'T
SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! NOT ME!

HADLEY
I ain't gonna count to three! Not
even to one! Now shut the fuck up
'fore I sing you a lullabye!

Fat-Ass keeps blubbering and wailing. Total freak-out. Hadley
draws his baton, gestures to his men. Open it.

A GUARD unlocks the cell. Hadley pulls Fat-Ass out and starts
beating him with the baton, brutally raining blows. Fat-Ass
falls, tries to crawl.

The place goes dead silent. All we hear now is the dull
THWACK-THWACK-THWACK of the baton. Fat-ass passes out. Hadley
gets in a few more licks and finally stops.

HADLEY
Get this tub of shit down to the
infirmary.
(peers around)
If I hear so much as a mouse fart
in here the rest of the night, by
God and Sonny Jesus, you'll all
visit the infirmary. Every last
motherfucker here.

The guards wrestle Fat-Ass onto a stretcher and carry him off.
FOOTSTEPS echo away. Lights off. Darkness again. Silence.

30 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1947) 30

Red stares through the bars at the main floor below, eyes
riveted to the small puddle of blood where Fat-Ass went down.

RED (V.O.)
His first night in the joint, Andy
Dufresne cost me two packs of
cigarettes. He never made a sound...