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I think he's inside.
I'm gonna check it out.

Burke, wait for backup.

He killed my partner.
I'm not waiting.

Listen, Burke, this is L.A.,
not Canada. We have procedures here.

You can't handle this alone.

- What's the problem?
- Hey, man. What you doing here?

I'm busy. Scram.

I'm gonna teach you
a lesson in manners.

- I'm gonna get you, man!
- Like I said, I'm going in.

Burke... Burke!

Time to go to sleep...
and join your old partner.

I'm the Sandman.
You can't stop me.

You're under arrest.

Detective Burke.
Have a seat.

Tom Vogler, attorney general.

On my right is Ben Keane,
on your left is Sam Walden.

I represent the governor.
I'm heading his task force on prisons.

I'm with the State Board of Corrections.

- And who are you?
- Amanda Beckett.

She works for me.

Detective Burke specialized
in undercover work

with the Royal Canadian Mounted
Police stationed in Quebec.

You followed Christian Naylor,
the Sandman, to L.A.

We've had problems in one of
our prisons: Harrison Penitentiary.

It's a local piece, small-town news.

The assistant warden
was murdered.

Now a guard has intimated

that it might be linked to
the deaths of some prisoners.

Nine in the last few months.

We've got a gubernatorial
election coming up this fall.

Prisons are already an issue.
We don't want this to be part of it.

The governor has put me in charge
of rectifying this little mishap.

We wanna send you undercover
into Harrison as a prisoner.

You're from Quebec.
No one in jail will recognize you.

Only we will know you're an officer.
You'll be sentenced for armed robbery.

Armed robbery is a
respectable crime among inmates.

It's implicitly violent.
They respect violence.

We're also assigning a partner of sorts.

Amanda will act as your liaison.
She'll be posing as your wife.

Amanda will relay information.
Through her,

we will closely monitor the operation.

Well, Detective? What d'you say?

I'll let you know.

Would you like me
to file those papers?

The sooner the better.
You always do a good job.

- So we'll see you tomorrow night?
- Have Helen call if she wants anything.

- I will.
- OK. Bye.

A pleasure meeting you, Mr. Burke.

- How long have you known him?
- A long time.

He's like a father to me.

I've been working for him
ever since I graduated law school.

When was that?

Last year.

Is there a problem, Detective Burke?

You don't have enough
experience to be on this case.

Let's get something
straight here, Detective.

I'm no girl Friday.
I graduated top in my class at Stanford.

If you're uncomfortable with
the fact that I'm a woman,

it's your problem, not mine.

OK. Check the files of any
serial killers at Harrison prison.

Then you'll take the case?

I'll see you Tuesday.

I'll get to work.

Louis...

...you're getting wet.

Listen up!

Clasp your fingers in front of you.

And don't move.

I am Sergeant DeGraf.

I decide when you eat...

...when you shower...

...when you have visitors.

You are fish.

New arrivals.

People will try to hurt you...

...rob you...

...even rape you.

He said "don't move".

Very good.

It's important that you obey my rules.

Rules can make the difference
between your life and your death.

I'm Dr. Gottesman.
Any communicable diseases?

Not yet.

Excuse me?

You're Burke, right?

You have AB-negative blood.
That's very rare.

OK, take it into the next room, please.
Come on, move it.

Your identification number
is 72688.

Memorize your number: 72688.

This is your identification card,
Mr. 72688.

Your new home is C level, cell C-71.
Next!

- It's dead.
- Excuse me?

The eye. You were looking at it.
It's dead.

- Got stabbed in it.
- Stabbed in the eye?

Yeah, I got stabbed in the eye.

4:27.

OK, you got your towel,
you got your toothbrush.

Meal shift starts every morning at 6:10.

Lunch is noon straight up,
dinner's at 6:30pm.

You can take a shower once a day. Check
for fungus and body lice. Any questions?

Your identification number is 72689.

Memorize your number: 72689.

72689. Right. My name is Burke.

That's your ID card, Mr. 72689.

Your new home is C level,
cell C-68. Next!

Thanks.

OK, you've got your towel,
you've got your toothbrush...

What're ya doin' here?
And whaddaya think you're lookin' at?

I'm new here.

I don't care what you are.
You think you can just sleep here?

Real estate. Cost you $500.

- Don't have any money.
- Oh, you don't have any money.

Well, that's OK.

You can punk.

Excuse me?

You get down on your hands and knees...

...and you pay,
just like any other cherry.

- I don't think so.
- Oh... you don't think so?

Possibly... you might wanna reconsider.

I don't pay, I don't punk.

OK, OK, take it easy.

I was jerkin' you around.
Don't have a hairball about it.

Look, you want the top bunk?
Take it.

- The bottom one would be nice.
- You got it.

Thanks.

- 72689, remember?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember.

You don't wanna eat that.

What's wrong with my food?

Hey, nigger...

Are you talking about me, ese, huh?

Perez, we keep to ourselves now.

- We don't give a shit about you people.
- Oh, yeah?

- Hey, listen, let him go.
- Hey, it's on me!

- Let him go.
- It's cool, ese.

Fuckin' kill you, man!

You dead, ese! Puto!

You fuckin' dead, ese!
You dead!

Let me go, homeys.

I'll talk to you later.

Hawkins.

I know. Always the nigger's fault.

You're not gonna last too long.

- Is that a threat?
- No.

It's a promise.

It never happened!

Back to dinner!

You're a rata, ese.

Fuckin' dead.

Puto!

What's the matter with you?
Can't you see this is a black table?

Stick with your own kind.
Trust no one now.

- What about you?
- What about me?

You don't know who I am.

You don't know anything.

Hey, fish!

Hey, why don't you sit with us, fish?

Sit down, bright boy.

- So what are you in for, huh?
- I was a bad boy.

Aw...

And you?

Me and Keel here, we got
"the big bitch": habitual.

See these?

Those are the people he's killed.

That's very special.

Rack 'em up, Jack!

Begin count.

Tier 2-C, 69.

Tier 2-C, 68.

Pruno.

We make it ourselves.

Ah, it's good for what ails ya.

Saw ya helpin' out that nigger, Hawkins.

Not good. It's bad mojo.

Most times you can't even trust
your own kind in this place,

you know what I mean?

Hey, Konefke...

...how long have you been here?

Maybe... six years.

I hear a lot of guys are dying.

Konefke?

Yeah, maybe.

But I don't see so well no more.

Like one of those
monkeys you hear about.

Hear no evil, see no evil.

- Look where you are.
- What?

Ain't nothing wrong
with where I'm at...

Hi, Louis.

- That's a nice outfit.
- Thank you.

Are you trying to get me killed?

You're supposed to be my wife,
not a princess.

I didn't realize...

Pay attention next time.

I ran your MO check
on serial killers here.

Nothing matches up.
I checked all the death certificates.

All the victims died of puncture
wounds to the back of the skull.

Maybe it's a serial killer,
but I'm thinking maybe it's gangs...

...like ritual killings.

Let's concentrate on the victims.

OK, the last one was Alvin Barrett.

His cellmate. I'll talk to him.

You did good.

Thanks.

I need you to get me some money.

I'll have them credit
your prison account.

That's no good. I need real cash
to get anything done here.

Inmates aren't allowed to have cash.

You'll find a way to bring
me the money... easy.

Louis, I don't know if I can do that.

This is my life we're talking about.

I'll get you the money.

Tell the kids Daddy loves them.

I'm telling you... I won't condone it.

Mr. Keane, if you won't authorize
the money, I'll give it to him myself.

Don't play games with me, Ms. Beckett.

You are a liaison on this
case and nothing more.

Ben! Take it easy.

Don't let him get to you.

Another one of your lovely peers?

Hi, Helen.

Thank you, Rosarita.
I'll do it.

Oh, I stopped asking Tom
about these investigations years ago.

It's all so sordid anyway.

- I thought politics interested you.
- No, not any more.

Since I got out of the hospital,
things have taken on a new perspective.

Hey, puto. Remember me, eh?

Huh? Culero!

I want you to meet my homey. Bruce!

He likes to kick the shit
out of white trash like you, boy.

Mm, culero?

So what you gonna do, huh?

- Where'd you get all those books?
- My wife. We like to read a lot.

Shit. The only thing I read
is girlie-magazine letters.

Get back.

Wait, listen to this one.

"Dear Sirs, I never thought
this would happen to me

but I was workin' the late shift when
this big-titted momma comes up to me..."

Shit, you think any
of this really happens?

Uh... I Don't know.

It never happened to me!

Hawkins, you know him?

Thanks.

- Hello, guys. You miss me?
- It's the Lone Ranger!

Hi-ho, Silver...
What's up, kemo sabe?

The man just waltzes right on in here

and visits with the happy old Negroes.

You a lobo, Burke.

- I'm a lobo?
- Yeah.

You know how wolves stake out
their territory, pissin' on things?

I figure you pissed on just
about everything around here.

- You know everything, right?
- Been here a long time.

- What are you in for?
- Murder.

Let me guess. You're...

- You're innocent, right?
- No.

I choked that son of a bitch,
sure as I'm sittin' here.

Been here over ten years.

That's a long time to be rollin'
smokes and countin' cockroaches.

- What's that?
- Makin' shot for zip guns.

Scary times.

People gettin' spiked
in the head and shit.

Gotta learn to defend yourself,
so you don't get dusted.

You probably figure I owe you somethin'
'cause of what you did the other day.

Barrett, who killed him?

He was my friend.

Let me tell you somethin', boy.
I don't owe you jack shit.

You wanna know what happened
to your friend, see the Priest.

The Priest?

That's all I'm sayin'.

The lower you go, the
funkier it gets in this place.

Down here, the guards won't even come.

This guy I'm gonna introduce you to,
the Priest, man...

He's part fuckin' snake!

You think I'm shittin' ya,
but wait till you see his eyes.

Don't look at him too long, though,
gives me the fuckin' creeps.

I'm tellin' ya, you gotta
cover your ass down here,

and I mean that literally, man.

This is gonna blow your mind, man.
You gotta see this.

Go on.

What are you talkin' about?
That's not the deal we made.

- Priest...
- Listen!

Look, I want my stuff now.

Like I started sayin' before...

Priest, this is Burke.

Yeah. I heard you
went airborne on Perez.

You want a lady?

No.

He thinks he's too good for me,
Priest.

What's wrong with my ladies?

Nothing. I just need some help.

I help lots of people.
I get Jersey hormone pills.

Is that the kinda help you want?

Alvin Barrett, who killed him?

Someone punched a hole in his head.

Why?

I can't just tell
you these things.

I give you a little, you taste it.

That's how things work.

You could talk to Myerson,
Barrett's former cellmate.

He's in solitary now,

but he works in the infirmary,
night shift.

He can fill prescriptions,
if you got the money.

Sure you don't wanna sample my goods?

I'll take a rain check.

We got another one.

He won't be home for dinner.

- What is this?
- Goddamn medical waste.

Medical waste.

- You Myerson?
- Whaddaya want?

I need some medicine.

I got prescription drugs,
morphine and uppers.

I hear you were Barrett's cellmate.
He was a good kid.

- Yeah, well, he's dead now.
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, drugs. Bad news.

No way! He was as green as grass.
He never did nothin'.

A convenience-store robbery
and that's it.

- Maybe he was in a gang, then, huh?
- I said he was clean.

What are you so curious about?

He was my friend.
Got spiked in the head.

Maybe you know who did it.

- I'm not sayin' another word.
- Oh, yes, you are.

Hey, fuck you.

Hey, what is this?

- What's this?
- Soda pop.

- You're gonna drink soda pop.
- Please, man, don't!

Please, man, I didn't do nothin'.
Christ, they'll kill me if I talk.

- A guard let him in, not me.
- Lock up, five minutes!

Move it!

I'll talk to you.

- Hello?
- It's Burke. I've got something.

Oh... Um...

Hang on a sec.

- OK, I'm ready.
- Barrett's cellmate is scared.

Whatever's going on,
the guards are involved.

I need to see the victims' files.

The files haven't been
transferred to computer yet.

They're still at the prison.

- What are you doing?
- Right now?

Eating dinner.

Burke?

Burke, is there anything else?

I'll be in touch.

Have a nice little chat?

- I need the key to the records room.
- That can be arranged.

- Hey! Hey!
- What?

What have you got here, Hawk?

A load of shirts
for the reception desk.

OK... you got me.

Takin' some pruno
over to the guys in Storage.

- You know I'm gonna have to take that.
- Sure.

You ever actually taste that stuff?

- I don't think so.
- All right, then.

Well, maybe... Let me try some.

Oh, man!

You gonna have to develop
a taste for it.

You just can't go wadin' into the shit.

"SLRH..."

"Arrival..."

What's the connection?

- What was that?
- What was what?

- I must be goin' crazy.
- Nah!

Lotta old ghosts
hangin' around this place.

Let's get outta here.

Only the murder victims
have the "SL" notation.

The victims are brand-new,
no drugs, no gangs...

...all different ages and race.

I can check with the mainframe system.

Maybe "SL" is some sort of
departmental abbreviation.

I've got the guy for you.
I've worked with him before.

He's a real pro.

He'll do the hacking for you.

And don't tell Keane about this, OK?

- You know this is illegal, don't you?
- Sort of illegal.

Do you mind?

Are you kidding? I love it!

See, I like to think of myself as
a renegade. You know, like a cowboy.

Yeah, I'm a computer cowboy.
That's what I am.

- Well?
- Well what? It's checking.

"SL" could stand for virtually
anything, or nothing at all.

So, you got a boyfriend or somethin'?

The computer looks for combinations
of words beginning with "SL".

Then it sees if there are any files
in the system that are named that.

Shit! I'm missing Star Trek.

You wanna watch Star Trek?

No.

All right. So...

We got something here!

Now we see where the files are
most commonly accessed from.

Bingo!

- That's it. That's the file.
- Yeah.

Shit! I need the password.

That's OK. It's a start.

Give me a day or two, and I can locate
any terminals it's been accessed from.

You'd find out whose file it was.

Great. Come on, I'll take you home.
Your parents'll kill me.

Ah, who needs parents?

We're both adults... aren't we?

No. I'm an adult...

...and you're a kid.

And your hormones are workin' overtime.

Come on, I'll take you home.

I'd rather not tell Keane
what I'm doing with the computers.

Burke thinks we can get it done
a lot quicker without his interference.

Detective Burke may be
interfering with your work habits.

We have procedures for a reason.

- I know what I'm doing, Tom.
- I hope you do.

I promised your father
I'd take care of you.

Don't worry.

Damn it! Took you long enough.

You want to talk now?

Look, I found out some things
about what they did to Barrett.

He didn't deserve
what they did to him.

Look, we used to smuggle out
some drugs from overstock.

Well, I was in surgery last night...

Shit! Gottesman!

If he finds his keys
missing, I'm dead!

Relax.

Don't worry.

I need protection 'cause another
guy got spiked last night.

This is serious shit!

- Shh, quiet.
- Shit.

I've got to get this cell key
back to Priest.

Protection...

I need protection.

Lady-killer.

I just thought you'd like to know...

...I think somebody's gonna
pay you a visit tonight.

I'd think twice about sleeping.

Thanks.

I just hate to see a
good man go to waste.

I figured out the password.

I've had the computer run
word variations for hours.

Of course, you know, it's a special
program that I devised myself.

You know, I was reading this
article in a men's magazine

about the virility of men in
their middle to late teens and...

- Right.
- Just do it, Tisdale.

Here we are.
Right, here we go.

Morpheus was the Greek god of sleep.
I'm a whiz at mythology.

Your criminals have a sense of humor.

- Yes! We're in!
- You're kidding me.

No.
ls there anything else you need?

Print it out.
Can you make a copy of this file?

- Sure I can.
- Great.

What is it doing?

Someone is destroying
it from the other end.

- Well, stop it.
- I can't.

We just have to hope
it started the print copy first.

- Where was this file accessed from?
- The infirmary.

I checked the other abbreviation. "HLA"
is a coding system for tissue typing.

I'm checking that other point
of access.

It's definitely someone outside
the prison.

OK, that's our key player.

This is my beeper number.
Call me when you find it out.

Tisdale, you... are a stud.

The Sleep file contained
a list of prisoner ID numbers

strung together, along
with the prisoners' blood types.

Every person who was
on that list has been killed.

It's a hit list.

Exactly. Each victim had a
physical days before they were killed.

Each one came up clean. You know,
no diseases, no drug addiction, nothing.

I think that someone from the
outside is working with the guards.

Keane.

Keane would have access to the files.

Burke... there's something else.

Your number's next on the list.

What's goin' on here?

Help me.

- Jesus! Grab him!
- Help me!

What are you doing in my prison, hm?

Somethin' wrong with your mouth?

You killed Konefke.

I didn't do it.

I know.

Strip him!

You got a big mouth, Jersey.

Romie...

Hey, man, I didn't say no names.

I didn't say you.

Who's there?

What's goin' on? Whaddaya want?

We wanna talk.
Just like Burke.

I didn't talk to Burke.
I didn't say nothin'.

Who said I talked to Burke?
It's bullshit.

What... what is that?

Shit! God...

Hey, wait a minute! You can't do this.

You gotta hear my side.
I didn't say nothin'. Somebody's lyin'.

Somebody's fuckin' lyin' on me!

Hey, I'm gonna faint.
You can't do this, man!

Oh, God, just stop. Wait a minute.
Just wait one second!

What did you say to Burke?

Who said I talked?
How did ya find that out?

That's bullshit, man!

Don't! No! No!

I swear to God, I didn't do it!

Stop it! What are you doin'?
Are you crazy, man?

Whaddaya want me to do?

I'll give you anything!
Whaddaya want? Stop it! No!

You're a liar, Myerson.

No! Please!

Please! No!

Somebody! No!

This is ridiculous.

Do you wanna see your... husband?

Then bring in a female guard.

None seem to be available.

Up with the arms.

I don't know.

I'm sorry, missy...

...but you're gonna
have to remove your clothes.

Your husband is waiting.

Clean up and get dressed.
Your pretty little wife wants to see ya.

- You have a half hour, Burke.
- Yeah, have a good time there, buddy.

- God...
- Ah, it's OK.

- Who did this to you?
- The guards.

They let two prisoners into my cell.
One of them had an ice pick.

At least we know
who's been spiking people.

What about you?

Nothing.

You look like hell.

So do you.

Um...

I checked on Dr. Gottesman and, um...

- And...?
- He didn't get into med school here.

He went to South America.

- South America?
- Uh-huh.

- And um...
- And?

There were... a couple of...
of um...

...malpractice suits.

You're so beautiful.

You guys are all spooked 'cause you
think there's some big conspiracy.

Priest, you know as well as I
what's goin' on, man.

A brother got his brains scrambled
just last night,

straight through the skull
like a piece of meat.

Could be me next, could be you.

So, big white superman
gonna save our asses?

What makes you think
we wanna be saved?

Burke needs our help.
He needs a distraction.

- Good work, Hawkins.
- Thank the Priest.

- Shit!
- Yeah, it's locked.

- They cart medical waste day and night.
- Where does it go?

I don't know. They got a special
pick-up for it. It's hazardous.

Oh, yeah?

Let's see what's inside.
Watch your eye.

Funny! Hurry up.

Hold this.

- It's a human heart.
- Oh, God.

- What's going on?
- New dude being brought in.

- All this for a new fish?
- Man, this ain't no fish.

This is the man!

Sandman!

Long time no see, Burke.

Would you like to know what's out there?

Would you like to know
what's on the other side?

You know what prisoners hate
more than anything else, Burke?

Huh?

Prisoners hate cops
more than anything else.

Fuckin' pigs!

Every killer in this prison
is gonna know who you are.

And you're not gonna know
when it's comin'.

Let him go.

Bring me a dream, Burke.

Bring me a dream.

Hey, policia!

Who's gonna protect your ass,
policeman?

- You belong to me!
- The only good cop...

That's a load of shit
you were givin' us.

Barrett wasn't your friend.

I'm trying to stop what's going on here.
Doesn't that make a difference?

In the cage, man,
a cop is worse than a baby-raper.

Why are you still here?
You're a dead man.

I need your help.

It's too late.

Hawkins... Hawkins!

Hawkins! Hawkins!

Ms. Beckett, I've been looking for you.

You stay the hell away from me!

Tom! Excuse me.
I need to speak with you.

- What's wrong?
- It's urgent. It's about Keane.

Well, let's go inside.

- You wanna tell me what's going on?
- We have to get Burke outta there.

Keane has been in on this
the entire time.

Wait. This has to do with it.

- Yeah, Tis, it's me.
- Amanda, listen.

I tracked the other point of access.
The number's 555-6799.

- 555-67...?
- Vogler's house!

I'm sorry, Amanda.

I never wanted this.
Helen and I really did care about you.

No.

If Helen found out, it would kill her.

We have to... keep the bad parts
of our lives private.

Burke proved so resourceful that when
the others didn't take care of him...

...I had the Sandman transferred there.

- Why?
- I did it to save her life.

Helen got sick. She needed a liver.

She couldn't get one.

It didn't matter how much money I had.
The list was too long.

So I found a doctor.

Gottesman.

He said he could get one.

And once he started...

...he found you could make
a lot of money selling life.

We're killing criminals. Garbage.

After a while, you stop
thinking of them as humans.

Oh, Tom, there you are.

What's going on'?

Why don't you tell her, Tom?

Tell her how you murdered for her.

Helen...

Hey, Burke,
the Sandman's comin' to see ya.

You don't have the guts
to come in this cell.

- What happened?
- They got Keller!

Jesus Christ! Secure this door!
Grab him!

Bring him with us. Come on!

Quiet!

Gene, secure the infirmary.

Well, well!
Look who we have here, huh?

Great! Now we have
all the assholes in one room.

You've caused us a lot of trouble,
Detective Burke.

You scum!

Let me do it.

It'll be messy,
killing an undercover officer.

Go ahead. Dust him!
Blow his fuckin' head off!

Come on, stop playin' around!
Let's get the hell outta here.

Why did you do it?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm goin' soft in my old age.

Let's just say I owe somebody somethin'.

- Let's get outta here.
- Let's cut through the kitchen.

Quick! The elevator to the kitchen!

Oh, God...

You're just in time for surgery, Doc.

OK, let's do it.

- Easy.
- Thanks.

- It's going to hurt now, OK?
- Yeah, stop yakking at me.

It's secure. We're OK for a while.

Watch it, watch it!

Can you make it?

- I don't think so.
- He's better off here.

I have to get to the outside.

I'll be back for you.

Just hang on.

Go with him, man.
Make sure he gets to the outside.

Go on! Go on!

I know you're in here, Burke.

You know why?

'Cause I can smell the nigger.

Kiss your black ass goodbye.

Go fuck yourself, you pudgy bastard.

I knew you needed me, brother.

You make a deal with the Priest,
it's for keeps.

Burke! Hey, Burke!

- Hawkins?
- He's OK.

You need me more than he does.
Follow me.

We have to take the catwalk
through the boiler room.

That's the only way
to get out to the yard.

Come on, Burke!
Come to Papa!

Priest...

I'm up here, Burke!
If you leave, Hawkins dies!

Come on!

You like that, Burke?

This is the part I love.

Move, move!

Wakey, wakey, Burke!

Time to bleed!

Come on!

Welcome to hell!

Burke!

Sandman! Sandman! Sandman! Sandman!

Sandman! Sandman! Sandman!

Can't kill me, Burke.

I'm the Sandman.

Open up, man. Let him out.
Let him out.

He did it. He really did.
He dusted him.

Open up, man. Open up.
He just kicked in the Sandman.

Back up, vato.

Clear it out back there.

You got it.

Burke!

This is Hawkins.
He saved my life.

I had to, Burke.
I took a life, I gave one back.

Maybe now I'm even.

You just watch your ass, 72689.
I won't be there the next time.