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Int. Execution chamber - night
THE SPONGE is pulled sopping wet from the bucket of brine, dripping a trail of water across the floor. Brutal places it atop Bitterbuck's head. Water courses down the sides of the condemned man's mask and neck, pooling on the floor.
The cap is lowered, the straps secured. All we hear now is the sound of Bitterbuck's BREATHING growing louder and faster under the mask...until, softly:
BRUTAL Roll on two.
WHAM! The switch is thrown. Bitterbuck surges forward against the straps, riding the powerful current.
Some witnesses turn away. Paul and Brutal maintain grim eye contact with each other, waiting.
Behind the partition, Percy watches through the mesh with gleaming eyes, wishing he could see better.
Van Hay kills the current. Bitterbuck goes limp. A DOCTOR steps forward, checks for a heartbeat, shakes his head.
BRUTAL Again.
The switch is thrown a second time. Bitterbuck surges forward again, riding the current all the way...
CUT TO:
INT. E BLOCK ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT
Bitterbuck's dead face stares up at us from a gurney. A hand reaches down, gives his cheek a squeeze. TILT UP to:
PERCY Adios, Chief. Drop us a card from hell, let us know if it's hot enough.
Brutal knocks Percy's hand away, shoves him aside.
BRUTAL He's paid what he's owed. He's square with the house again, so keep your goddamn hands off him.
He draws the sheet over Bitterbuck's face, wheels the gurney down the tunnel. Percy throws a look to Paul.
PERCY What's up his ass?
PAUL You, Percy. Always you.
Paul brushes past him, but:
PERCY You gotta hate the new boy? That the way it is around here?
PAUL (turns back) Why not just move on? Go to Briar Ridge. (off his look) Yeah, I know about it. Sounds like a good job.
PERCY I might take it, too. Soon as you put me out front.
Paul cocks his head--excuse me?
PERCY You heard me. I want Brutal's spot for the next execution.
PAUL (beat) What's with you? Seeing a man die isn't enough? You gotta be close enough to smell his nuts cook?
PERCY I wanna be out front, is all. Just one time. Then you'll be rid of me.
PAUL If I say no?
PERCY I might just stick around for good, make me a career of this.
Paul just shakes his head in wonder and walks away.
FADE TO:
INT. COFFEY'S CELL - DAY
Coffey's lying on his bunk, weeping quiet tears. He stirs at the sound of GIGGLING. He sits up, peers curiously through the bars. Softly:
COFFEY Del?
AT THE GUARD STATION
Paul glances up from writing in the daily log. Silence now. He goes back to writing--and the GIGGLING comes again.
PAUL Delacroix? That you?
No answer. Just more giggling. Paul rises, walks down the Mile to Delacroix's cell--and stops, staring in through the bars.
PAUL'S INNER OFFICE
Brutal and Dean are having lunch. Paul pokes his head in.
PAUL You are not gonna believe this.
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