A long shot of a correctional institute. All razor wire topped triple layered fences. Guard towers. Old prison building haunting the foreground. Its a bleak day. Old snow drifts pile up against buildings. Crows menace on wires all over the place.
Two human figures are visible.
One behind the guard station glass partition. It might be possible to see the shotgun in his hands held at the ready.
The other figure stands on the freedom side of the fence. Both are shadowed heavily.
See George released from prison.
CLOSE UP ON A GREEN HIGHWAY SIGN: Attica Correctional institute no standing.
In the foreground from the sign is the man standing outside the fence. He is still not in focus, but more details are allowed. He stands hunched against the cold. He is narrowed shouldered and chest, but his belly is bulbous.
His face is still obscure.
The prison sits dark and heavy behind him.
Close up on the mans face. He could Homer reborn. Fluffy beard, prematurely greying, floats from his face. Its a face that seems constantly on the verge of tears. His clothes are ill fitting. Old denim that drapes from his body but still looks uncomfortable as if he is much smaller than when he bought them.
Behind him through the fence separating freedom is a guard shack. Through the window is a guard with shotgun at ready arms. His looks seems to welcome trouble. He glares at the freshly released prisoner.
He doesn’t know which is worse; freedom, or prison.