Cool Hand Luke Page #3

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LUKE:

Here, Captain.

CAPTAIN:

Maliciously destroyin' municipal

property while under the influence.

What was that?

LUKE:

Cuttin' the heads off parkin' meters,

Captain.

CAPTAIN:

Well, we ain't never had one of them.

Where'd you think that was gonna get

you?

LUKE:

I guess you could say I wasn't

thinkin', Captain.

CAPTAIN:

(looking at record)

Says here you done real good in the

war:
Silver Star, Bronze Star, couple

Purple Hearts. Sergeant! Little time

in stockades. Come out the same way

you went in:
Buck Private.

LUKE:

That's right, Captain. Just passin'

the time.

CAPTAIN:

(staring at him)

Well, you got yourself some time

now. Two years. Hell, that ain't

much, we got coupla men here doin'

twenty spots. We got one who's got

all of it. We got all kinds and you

gonna fit in real good. Course in

case you git rabbit in your blood

and decide to take off fer home, you

git a bonus a some time and couple

leg chains to keep you slowed down a

little -- fer your own good. You'll

learn the rules. It's all up to you.

I can be a good guy or I can be one

mean son-of-a-b*tch, it's up to you.

He turns and walks away.

CLOSE SHOT LUKE:

His eyes have been wandering during this speech. He sees a

doleful, lovable bloodhound, nose at the mesh and winks at

him.

CLOSE SHOT BLOODHOUND

He simply stares dolefully.

INT. BARRACKS (DAY)

Bare, unpainted wood. The windows are barred and covered

with chain link. The door from the barracks up to the compound

passes a small area enclosed by a woven metal strap cage. In

this usually sits the WICKER MAN, whom we generally see as a

heavy, short shape moving about his own business which is

making an endless series of rings or jewelry by hammering

coins with the back of a heavy spoon.

The door to the barracks locks by the tongue of a strap iron

bar that is thrust through a hole in the wicker where the

Wicker Man locks it by padlock. Thus he can always see them,

but they can't reach him. The single big room is filled with

two and even three-tiered bunks. Bare bulbs hang from the

ceiling.

CARR, the floorwalker, a 240 pound behemoth, is indoctrinating

the Newmeat while they change into camp clothing: gray twill

trousers, shirt and jacket, all numbered, which has been

piled on the table. Carr squeegees up and down, a restless

man, and CAMERA in following him SHOWS us the room. At the

same time, the Wicker Man is moving about the barracks,

tapping the floors and bunk posts with a broom handle for

signs of tampering. Carr pays no attention to him, addressing

the Newmeat.

CARR:

Them clothes has got laundry numbers

on 'em. You remember your number and

always wear the ones that has your

number. Any man forgets his number

spends a night in the box.

(passing out spoons)

This yere spoon you keep with you

and any man loses his spoon spends a

night in the box. There is no playing

grabass or fighting in the building.

You got a grudge against another man

you can fight him Saturday afternoon.

Any man playing grabass or fighting

in the building spends a night in

the box. First bell is at five minutes

of eight when you will get in your

bunk and last bell is at eight...

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