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24INT -- 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 (CONT'D)

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 (CONT'D)

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