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VOICE (OVER P.A.)
Report to your cellblocks for
evening count.
BOOM DOWN to Red and the boys. Convicts drift past them.
FLOYD
Where the hell is he?
HEYWOOD
Probably still up in the warden's.
TOWER GUARD
(via bullhorn)
YOU MEN! YOU HEAR THAT ANNOUNCEMENT
OR ZUST TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND?
SKEET
Christ. What do we do?
FLOYD
Nothing we can do. Not tonight.
HEYWOOD
Let's pull him aside tomorrow, all
of us. Have a word with him. Ain't
that right, Red?
RED
(unconvinced)
Yeah. Sure. That's right.