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Outside e Block. Billy is brought to the door
Billy is brought to the door. Dean pulls his keys, starts to unlock it. We PUSH IN on Billy's face, where the tiniest trace of a smile is starting to grow...
INSIDE E BLOCK
...and Coffey's unease grows with it. he presses his face to the bars, his whispering becoming more urgent:
COFFEY Careful. Careful.
Paul hears him, glances back with a puzzled look. Coffey's gaze is directed at the door, which is being unlocked...
THE DOOR
...and opened. In that moment, the slack look on Billy's face gives way to a wild grin. A CRAZED SCREECH leaps from his throat, a cross between a rebel yell and a dog being tortured, freezing everybody's blood in their veins--
BILLY Yeeeeeeehaaaawwwwwwrooooo!
--and he drops his wrist-chain down over Dean's head, jerks it tight, begins to strangle him. Dean lurches forward, Billy riding/propelling him through the door onto the Mile.
Percy stands frozen in the doorway, stunned. Harry shoves him aside and jumps on Billy from behind, trying to get him off Dean. Dean is choking, turning purple.
Paul rushes from the cell to join the fray. Billy whirls, delivering a stunning kick to Paul's groin. Paul's bladder pain goes nuclear--he falls back in agony, clutching himself and sucking air through his teeth, unable even to scream.
Billy rams an elbow into Harry's face, knocks him sprawling on the desk, screaming and laughing and howling all the while:
BILLY WHOOOEE, BOYS! AIN'T THIS A PARTY, NOW? IS IT, OR WHAT?
Paul forces himself to his feet, pulls his revolver, draws down on Billy...
PAUL LET HIM GO!
...but Billy jerks Dean around, using him as a shield...
BILLY G'WAN, SHOOT! SEE WHO YA HIT!
Dean is choking, dying. Paul is shifting his aim, trying for a clear shot, not getting one. Percy's still just inside the doorway, pressed against the wall with fear...
PAUL HIT HIM, PERCY! GODDAMN IT, HIT HIM!
BILLY C'MON, PERCY, HIT ME! HIT ME, YOU LIMP NOODLE, HIT ME! YEEHAWWW!
...and suddenly a hand comes in, grabs the hickory stick out of Percy's grasp, raises it high--
--it's Brutal coming through the door. He swings the baton and lands an awesome blow to Billy's head--THUMP! The force of it spins Billy off his feet and slams him flat on his back.
Dean crawls away, gulping ragged breaths of air. Amazingly, Billy's still conscious--he looks up at Brutal and laughs:
BILLY Big fucker. Snuck up on me. No fair.
Still laughing, he makes another grab at Dean. Brutal whacks him again, turning his lights out for good. Brutal drops to Dean's side, helping him hack air back into his lungs:
BRUTAL Breathe...breathe...that's it...
Everybody's reining in their adrenaline. Paul glares at Harry.
HARRY We thought he was doped. (to Percy) Didn't we? Didn't we all of us think he was doped?
Percy nods, still numb. Paul is furious:
PAUL You didn't ask? I guess that's not a mistake you'll be need to make again anytime soon, is it?
Harry shakes his head miserably. Paul grabs Billy by the feet.
PAUL Grab his arms! You too, Percy! (off Percy's hesitation) Percy, goddamn it, get your feet out of cement and help us out here!
Percy finally unfreezes. The three of them hoist Billy up in a dead-lift, get him in his cell, toss him on the cot. They step out, slam the door, lock it. Paul looks to Harry and Brutal.
PAUL Get Dean looked at right away, make sure he's all right.
Percy, you go make a report to the warden for me. Start off by saying the situation is under control-- it's not a story, he won't appreciate you drawing out the suspense.
BRUTAL What about you? You look about ready to collapse.
PAUL I've got the Mile till you all get back. Go on now.
They all exit. As soon as he's alone, Paul gives in to the pain, holding his crotch and sinking to his knees with a moan. It's so bad he actually lays down on the Mile, face pressed against the cool linoleum, wishing he were dead. A stretch of silence...and then:
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