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Three tiers to a side, concrete and steel, gray and imposing. Andy and the others are marched in, still naked, carrying their clothes and Bibles. The CONS in their cells greet them with TAUNTS, JEERS, and LAUGHTER. One by one, the new men are shown to their cells and locked in with a CLANG OF STEEL.
RED (V.O.)
The first night's the toughest, no
doubt about it.
They march you in naked as the day
you're born, fresh from a Bible
reading, skin burning and half-
blind from that delousing shit they
throw on you...
Red watches from his cell, arms slung over the crossbars, cigarette dangling from his fingers.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
...and when they put you in that
cell, when those bars slam home,
that's when you know it's for real.
Old life blown away in the blink of
an eye...a long cold season in hell
stretching out ahead...nothing left
but all the time in the world to
think about it.
Red listens to the CLANGING below. He watches Andy and a few others being brought up to the 2nd tier.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Most new fish come close to madness
the first night. Somebody always
breaks down crying. Happens every
time. The only question is, who's
it gonna be?
Andy is led past and given a cell at the end of the tier.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
It's as good a thing to bet on as
any, I guess. I had my money on
Andy Dufresne...