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A CROWDED ROOM byJames Cameron FADE IN:We dont know what were looking at. Its an abstractmass -- swirling lines in constant motion -- but were tooclose to see any form.As WE PULL BACK, we can now make out that they are whatseem like animated streaks of charcoal -- forming andreforming
INT. POLICE STATION
TV CAMERAS and REPORTERS everywhere, demanding
information. POLICE CHIEF KLEBERG makes his way through
the chaos without answering them. We FOLLOW him into a
room where TWO OFFICERS are unloading a carton onto a
table. It is filled with every make weapon imaginable.
KLEBERG
Jesus Christ. It's a fucking
arsenal.
INT. CELL
BILLY sits in the middle of the floor drawing a picture.
It's simple, childish. TWO GUARDS watch him from the
other side of the bars. One holds a cup. The other bangs
the bars with his nightstick.
FIRST GUARD
Hey, Jew Boy.
SECOND GUARD
What do you know -- we have a
goddamn Rembrandt on our hands.
FIRST GUARD
Maybe he can draw himself a new
asshole after the cons at Lima get
through humpin' the one he's got.
They don't look too kindly on
rapists over there.
SECOND GUARD
They sent you down some Kool-Aid.
You want it?
BILLY looks up.
SECOND GUARD
Is that a no?
The GUARD starts to turn away, but BILLY gets up. He
comes to the bars and reaches for the cup. The GUARD
grabs his wrist and pulls.
SECOND GUARD
Hey, you think we oughta tattoo this
Jew Boy?
FIRST GUARD
Yeah. Put some numbers right there.
BILLY pulls his arm free as the GUARDS laugh.
SECOND GUARD
Here ya go, Rembrandt.
He throws the drink onto BILLY'S picture, ruining it.
Instantly, BILLY changes. His eyes, his gait. His chest
expands and his adrenaline flows a mile a minute as he
gets up and walks over to the toilet bowl. He squats and
grabs hold of it. The GUARDS give each other a look, then
eye him warily. Sweat pours down as he focuses his
strength till it's like the pinpoint of a laser. Then,
with a mighty heave he rips the toilet from the wall,
stands and hurls it at the GUARDS in one impossible
motion. It smashes into a million pieces -- porcelain
shards fly into the GUARD'S faces, cutting them to
ribbons.
INT. CELL
BILLY being beaten senseless by SIX GUARDS as they put him
into a straitjacket.
INT. CORRIDOR
BILLY is nearly unconscious as the GUARDS drag him down
the narrow hallway -- laying into him the entire way.
INT. SOLITARY CONFINEMENT
They throw BILLY in. His head hits the cement hard as the
cell door slams shut behind him with a thunderous echo.
INT. PRESS CONFERENCE
KLEBERG in front of a phalanx of microphones, reading a
statement.
KLEBERG
We do have a suspect in custody.
His name is William Stanley
Milligan. He has one prior
conviction from a run-in with a
prostitute.
INT. CORRIDOR
A GUARD carries a tray of food toward BILLY'S cell.
KLEBERG (V.O.)
We continue to treat this
investigation very carefully and
very thoroughly but with the
evidence we've already gathered, we
feel extremely confident.
The GUARD reaches the cell door. As he opens it.
GUARD
O.K., rapist, chow time. We all
took turns spitting in your food
before I brought it down, but you
can ignore that, can't ya? Just
pretend it's soup...
His eyes suddenly go wide.
GUARD
Jesus H. Christ.
ANGLE
BILLY is fast asleep in the middle of his cell. He is out
of the straitjacket and is using it as a pillow. And he's
sucking his thumb.
INT. PRESS CONFERENCE
KLEBERG
Open and shut. A textbook
investigation.
INT. A DRAB WHITE ROOM
DR. ADAM FINK, a clinical psychologist, sits across a
table from BILLY.
