INT. E BLOCK - DAY

Harry is walking the Mile, doing a cell check and jotting on

a clipboard. He pauses, making a notation...

...and a long stream of piss hits his leg. Billy's at his

bars, peeing on him. Harry jumps back, stunned. Billy howls

with laughter, hosing his aim wildly from side to side.

BILLY

Yeehaaw! Good shot, weren't it?

Oh, the look on your face!

Paul and Brutal come running. Harry's just flabbergasted:

HARRY

You believe this? Son of a bitch

pissed on me!

BILLY

Hey, d'jall like that? I'm

currently cooking some turds t'go

with it! Nice soft ones! I'll have

'em out t'yall tomorrow!

Paul stays calm, turns to Brutal, nods at the restraint room.

PAUL

We've been looking to clear that

room out anyway.

TIMECUT:

A STREAM OF GUARDS comes toting the last of the restraint

room stuff past Billy's cell while he heckles them from the

bars...

BILLY

Hey! Whassit now, movin' day?

Y'all wanna come in and dust a

little? Y'can shine my knob for me

while yer at it!

...and he pauses as Paul and Brutal step to the bars. Paul

has a canvas straitjacket. Brutal pulls his nightstick.

BILLY

You can come in here on your legs,

but you'll go out on your backs,

Billy the Kid guarantee ya that.

(motions to Brutal)

C'mon, fuckstick. No sneakin' up

on me this time. We'll go man to

man, see who's the better fel--

Brutal unlocks the cell--and sidesteps, revealing Harry

pointing a fire hose. The hose erupts, driving Billy across

the cell with bone-jarring force. They batter him half-

senseless, then cut the water. Billy collapses in a heap.

Paul and Brutal drag him semi-conscious from his cell and get

the straitjacket on him. He comes around as they draw the

straps tight and pull him to his feet.

PAUL

C'mon, Wild Bill. Little walky

walky.

BILLY

Don't you call me that! Wild Bill

Hickock wasn't no range rider! He

was just a bushwackin' John Law!

Dumb sonovabitch sat with his back

to the door and kilt by a drunk!

BRUTAL

Oh, my suds and body! A history

lesson! You just never know what

you're gonna get when you come to

work everyday on the Green Mile.

Thank you, Wild Bill.

Billy lets out a scream of rage and throws himself at Brutal.

Brutal, bored, shoves him back toward Paul, who then propels

him down the Mile toward the open restraint room door. Billy

sees where they intend to put him, resorts to pleading:

BILLY

Oh, not in there! C'mon now, I'll

be good! Honest Injun I will! No!

No! Ummmmhhhh...urg...ah!

He suddenly drops to the floor, bucking and jerking wildly,

spewing drool. Harry's eyes go wide.

HARRY

Holy Christ, he's pitchin' a fit!

Paul reaches down and unceremoniously starts dragging Billy

kicking and writhing the rest of the way.

PAUL

He'll be fine, boys. Trust me on

this one.

Brutal helps Paul toss Billy headlong into the padded room.

They slam the door...