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LOW ANGLE. A CELLBLOCK GUARD strolls into frame.
GUARD
That's lights out! Good night,
ladies.
The lights bump off in sequence. The guard exits, footsteps echoing away. Darkness now. Silence. CAMERA CRANES UP the tiers toward Red's cell.
RED (V.O.)
I remember my first night. Seems a
long time ago now.
Red looms from the darkness, leans on the bars. Listens. Waits. From somewhere below comes faint, ghastly tittering. VOICES drift through the cellblock, taunting:
VARIOUS VOICES (O.S.)
Fishee fishee fisheeee...You're
gonna like it here, new fish. A
whooole lot...Make you wish your
daddies never dicked your
mommies...You takin' this down, new
fish? Gonna be a quiz later.
(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...