(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…

INT -- VARIOUS CELLS -- NIGHT (1947)

…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…

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

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?

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

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!

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

HEYWOOD

AND IT'S FAT-ASS BY A NOSE!

INT -- CELLBLOCK -- NIGHT (1947)

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.

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