Fade to black

IN BLACKNESS, A TITLE CARD APPEARS:

" Night Journey"

CUT TO:

INT. INFIRMARY BUILDING/DISPENSARY - NIGHT

A FLASHLIGHT BEAM plays across a glass cabinet, scanning the

contents. The beam pauses. A hand enters frame, unlocks the

cabinet, pulls out a bottle of morphine tablets...

...and WE ANGLE TO Brutal as he shakes half a dozen pills

onto his palm, pockets them, replaces the bottle on the

shelf. He turns and slips five bucks to a NIGHTSHIFT ORDERLY.

BRUTAL

I was never here.

ORDERLY

Shit, for five bucks, you was

never nowhere.

INT. E BLOCK ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT

A MORPHINE PILL is being crushed to powder on the stainless

steel gurney. TILT UP to Paul crushing the pills. Brutal

carefully scrapes the powder onto a small sheet of paper...

INT. PAUL'S INNER OFFICE - NIGHT

Percy is parked in Paul's chair with his feet up, reading a

book titled: " CARING FOR MENTAL PATIENTS."

INT. E BLOCK - NIGHT

Harry and Dean are playing cards at the duty desk, tension

thick, cards slapping softly as the seconds tick by. Paul and

Brutal finally show up toting bottles of RC cola:

BRUTAL

Fellas thirsty? Fresh out of the

icebox.

DEAN

Oh, thanks. That's swell.

HARRY

Yeah, hot in here.

They begin popping the caps off, swigging cola. The sound of

it brings Billy to his bars.

BILLY

Hey. Hey, I'm'a get some too.

BRUTAL

My ass you get some too.

PAUL

You think you deserve any?

HARRY

(checks a clipboard)

Day report says he's been okay.

BILLY

Hell, yes, I been behaved. C'mon,

now, don't be stingy hogs.

Paul shrugs to Brutal--why not? Brutal pops the top off a

bottle, passes it to Paul. Paul grabs a tin cup, sets it on

the desk...and we see it contains the morphine powder. He

pours the cola, swirls it around...

ANGLE THROUGH COFFEY'S BARS

...as Coffey looks up, sensing something happening. He peers

up the Mile as Paul walks to:

BILLY'S CELL

Billy reaches for the cup, but Paul keeps it out of reach.

PAUL

You gonna stay behaved?

BILLY

C'mon, you clunk, gimme that.

PAUL

You promise me, or I'll drink it

myself right here in front of you.

BILLY

C'mon now, don't be that way. I be

good.

Paul lets him take the cup. Billy knocks it back, draining it

in three huge swallows. He lets out an awesome belch.

PAUL

Cup.

BILLY

We'll break out the fire hose and

take it anyway. And you will have

drunk your last R.C. cola. Unless

they serve 'em down in hell.

Billy's smile fades. He hands the cup through the bars. Paul

takes it, turns and heads back to--