WOMAN REPORTER

You there! You men! We're gonna take your picture now!

HEYWOOD

Give us a break, lady.

WOMAN REPORTER

Don't you know who I am? I'm from LIFE magazine! I was told I'd get some co-operation out here! You want me to report you to your warden? Is that what you want?

HEYWOOD

(sighs)

No, ma'am.

WOMAN REPORTER

That's more like it! Now I want you all in a row with big bright smiles on your faces! Grab hold of your tools and show 'em to me!

She turns, motioning her photographer up the grade. Heywood glances around at the other men.

HEYWOOD

You heard the lady.

Heywood unzips his pants, reaches inside. The others do likewise. The woman turns back and is greeted by the sight of a dozen men displaying their penises and smiling brightly. Her legs go wobbly and she sits heavily down on the dirt grade.

HEYWOOD

C'mon! We're showin' our tools and grinnin' like fools! Take the damn picture!

INT -- SOLITARY CONFINZMENT -- NIGHT (1963)

Heywood sits alone in the dark. He sighs.

RED (V.O.)

None of the inmates were invited to express their views…

EXT -- WOODED FIELDS -- DAY (1965)

A ROAD-GANG is pulling stumps, bogged down in mud.

RED (V.O.)

'Course, Norton failed to mention to the press that "bare minimum of expense" is a fairly loose term. There are a hundred different ways to skim off the top. Men, materials, you name it. And, oh my Lord, how the money rolled in…

Norton strolls into view with NED GRIMES at his heels.

NED

This keeps up, you're gonna put me out of business! With this pool of slave labor you got, you can underbid any contractor in town.

NORTON

Ned, we're providing a valuable community service.

NED

That's fine for the papers, but I got a family to feed. The State don't pay my salary. Sam, we go back a long way. I need this new highway contract. I don't get it, I go under. That's a fact. (hands him a box) Now you just have some'a this fine pie my missus baked specially for you, and you think about that.

Norton opens the box. Alongside the pie is an envelope. He runs his thumb across the thick stack of cash it contains.

IN THE BACKGROUND, a winch cable SNAPS and whips through the air, damn near severing a man's leg. He goes down, screaming in mud and blood, pinned by a fallen tree stump. Men rush over to help him. Norton barely takes notice.

NORTON

Ned, I wouldn't worry too much over this contract. Seems to me I've already got my boys committed elsewhere. You be sure and thank Maisie for this fine pie.

INT -- NORTON'S OFFICE -- NIGHT (1965)

ANGLE on Maisie's pie. Several pieces gone.

RED (V.O.)

And behind every shady deal, behind every dollar earned…

TILT UP to Andy at the desk, munching thoughtfully as he totals up figures on an adding machine.

RED (V.O.)