Cool Hand Luke Page #2

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EXT. PRISON CAMP LUKE'S P.O.V. (DAY)

The Scene:
in a hollow is a long barracks, white-washed,

faded gray, one story high. At right is a mess hall and

laundry. A chain-link fence surrounds the whole compound.

The corners of the fence are telephone poles with floodlights

on the tops. These burn all night. Back of the mess hall,

again outside the fence, are several kennel runs in which

bloodhounds are now ROARING. A wooden tower with a simple

board roof stands at two corners of the compound where the

guards sit when the prisoners are not locked in the barracks.

A picnic table sits in a grassy area just outside and at one

side of the gate is a picket fence enclosing a scrubby lawn.

BOSS PAUL:

Four. Right.

He hands the papers to the CAPTAIN, a small man with a kindly

face but a firm, set mouth who always carries a golf club.

In b.g. the bloodhounds are YOWLING:

BOSS PAUL:

Dogboy, get them dogs shut up!

DOGBOY, a trustee whose leather gloves are always sticking

out of one back pocket, puts his hand to be licked by the

dogs who quiet, friendly, like any pets.

DOGBOY:

They just smell newmeat is all, Boss.

The Captain has been ignoring this, watching the prisoners,

looking at their records.

EXT. NEWMEAT BUS (DAY)

as the Bosses (BOSS PAUL and BOSS HIGGINS) motion for them,

the other Newmeat (to be known as TRAMP, ALIBI, and TATTOO)

stumble into each other and jostle Luke in their eagerness

to obey orders.

BOSS PAUL:

You men git lined up here.

The Newmeat jostle into line. They are wearing State Issue

gray pants and their own Free World shirts. All except Luke

carry a paper bag or cigar box containing their wordly goods.

All except Luke look apprehensive, worried. Luke stands with

languid grace, neither insolent nor hostile, nor fearful.

The Bus Guard hands Boss Paul a folder that contains records

as the Captain approaches from his porch.

CAPTAIN:

What did they bring us today? Gibson.

A 507, Manslaughter. Good for a two

spot.

ALIBI:

It was an accident. I've never been

in any trouble.

BOSS PAUL:

You'all call the Captain, Captain.

CAPTAIN:

(to next man)

Edgar Potter. A 302 and resisting

arrest. One year.

TRAMP:

I was tryin' to keep outa the rain.

BOSS PAUL:

Git the wax out'n yore ears. You

call the Captain, Captain.

TRAMP:

Yes, sir.

BOSS PAUL:

And you call the rest of us Boss,

you hear?

TRAMP:

Yes, Boss.

CAPTAIN:

This man is gonna make us proud of

him, Mr. Hunnicutt.

(moving on)

Raymond Pratt.

TATTOO:

Yes, Captain.

CAPTAIN:

Breakin', enterin' and assault. Five

spot. Hmmm. Able-bodied seaman.

TATTOO:

That oughta come in handy here,

Captain.

CAPTAIN:

Maybe.

(turning to Luke)

Lucas Jackson.

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