NORTON

Lord! It's a miracle! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind! Nothin' left but some damn rocks on the windowsill and that cupcake on the wall! Let's ask her! Maybe she knows! What say there, Fuzzy-Britches? Feel like talking? Guess not. Why should you be different?

Red exchanges looks with the guards. Even they're nervous. Norton scoops a handful rocks off the sill. He hurls them at the wall one at a time, shattering them, punctuating his words:

NORTON

It's a conspiracy!

(SMASH)

That's what this is!

(SMASH)

It's one big damn conspiracy!

(SMASH)

And everyone's in on it!

(SMASH)

Including her!

He sends the last rock whizzing right at Racquel. No smash.

It takes a moment for this to sink in. All eyes go to her. The rock went through her. There's a small hole in the poster where her navel used to be.

You could hear a pin drop. Norton reaches up, sinks his finger into the hole. He keeps pushing…and his entire hand disappears into the wall.

ANGLE FROM BEHIND POSTER

as Norton rips the poster from before our eyes. Stunned faces peer in. CAMERA PULLS SLOWLY BACK…to reveal the long crumbling tunnel in the wall.

INT -- ANDY'S CELL -- MINUTES LATER (1966)

RORY TREMONT, a guard barely out of his teens, tries not to look nervous as they lash a rope around his chest. He's getting instructions from six different people at once.

RED (V.O.)

They got this skinny kid named Rory Tremont to go in the hole. He wasn't much in the brains department, but he possessed the one most important qualification for the job…

(they slap a flashlight in his hands)

…he was willing to go.

INT -- TUNNEL -- DAY (1966)

Rory squeezes down the tunnel on his belly.

RED (V.O.)

Probably thought he'd win a Bronze Star or something.

INT -- VERTICAL SHAFT -- DAY (1966)

Dark as midnight. Concrete walls rise on both sides. If you imagine them as two huge slices of bread, the meat of this particular sandwich is about three feet of airspace and a dark tangle of pipes between the cellblocks. Rory's appears, shining his flashlight down the shaft. Somewhere, a rat SQUEAKS.

RED (V.O.)

It was his third day on the job.

RORY

Warden? There's a space here between the walls 'bout three feet across! Smells pretty damn bad!

NORTON (O.S.)

I don't care what it smells like!

HADLEY (O.S.)

Go on, boy! We got a hold of you!

Looking none too happy about it, Rory squeezes from the tunnel and dangles into the shaft. He gets lowered, shining his light, smothered by darkness. Not having a good time.

RORY

Hoo-whee! Smell's gettin' worse!

NORTON (O.S.)

Never mind, I said! Just keep going!

RORY

Smells pretty damn bad, Warden! In fact, it smells just like shit.

His feet touch the ground -- or what he assumed was the ground. It's not. In fact, it's just what it smells like. He sinks in past his ankles. He slips and sits heavily in it.