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-- a dark, tangled maze of rooms and corridors, boilers and furnaces, sump pumps, old washing machines, pallets of cleaning supplies and detergents, you name it. Andy hefts a cardboard drum of Hexlite off the stack, turns around -- -- and finds Bogs Diamond in the aisle. blocking his way.
Rooster looms from the shadows to his right, Pete Verness on the left. A frozen beat. Andy slams the Hexlite to the floor, rips off the top, and scoops out a double handful.
ANDY
You get this in your eyes, it
blinds you.
BOGS
Honey, hush.
Andy backs up, holding them at bay, trying to maneuver through the maze. The Sisters keep coming, tense and guarded, eyes riveted and gauging his every move, trying to outflank him. Andy trips on some old gaint sugglies. That's all it takes. They're on him in an instant, kicking and stomping. Andy gets yanked to his feet. Bogs applies a chokehold from behind. They propel him across the room and slam him against an old four-pocket machine, bending him over it. Rooster jams a rag into Andy's mouth and secures it with a steel pipe, like a horse bit. Andy kicks and struggles, but Rooster and Pete have his arms firmly pinned. Bogs whispers in Andy's ear:
BOGS (CONT'D)
That's it, fight. Better that way.
Andy starts screaming, muffled by the rag. CAMERA PULLS BACK, SLOWLY WIDENING. The big Washex blocks our view. All we see is Andy's screaming face and the men holding him down... ...and CAMERA DRIFTS FROM THE ROOM, leaving the dark place and the dingy act behind...MOVING up empty corridors, past concrete walls and steel pipes...
RED (V.O.)
I wish I could tell you that Andy
Sisters let him be. I wish I could
tell you that, but prison is no
fairy-tale world.
WE EMERGE into the prison laundry past a guard, WIDENING for a final view of the line. The giant steel "mangler" is slapping down in brutal rhythm. The sound is deafening.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
He never said who did it...but we
all knew.
PRISON MONTAGE: (1947 THROUGH 1949)
Andy plods through his days. Working. Eating. Chipping and 47 shaping his rocks after lights-out...
RED (V.O.)
Things went on like that for a
while. Prison life consists of
routine, and then more routine.
Andy walks the yard, face swollen and bruised.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Every so often, Andy would show up
with fresh bruises.
Andy eats breakfast. A few tables over, Bogs blows him a kiss.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
The Sisters kept at him. Sometimes
he was able to fight them off...
sometimes not.
Andy backs into a corner in some dingy part of the prison, wildly swinging a rake at his tormentors.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
He always fought, that's what I
remember. He fought because he knew
if he didn't fight, it would make
it that much easier not to fight
the next time.
The rake connects, snapping off over somebody's skull. They beat the hell out of him.
RED (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Half the time it landed him in the
infirmary...