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Let's go, guys. Come on.

Can I get some water?

I've been waiting three hours
for some water.

I didn't get my sandwich yet.

I'm hungry-

Sandwiches, gentlemen.

- It's about time.
- Pass them around.

Pass them around. Don't hold them.

Settle down. Pass them around.

Hey! I didn't get my sandwich.

Man, I'm allergic to cheese. You want it?

You think that's cheese?

I don't know what it is.

Fuck it. I'll eat it.

Ron, I have to be honest with you.
It's not so good, alright?

The trial deputy co-signed rehab,
but it's downtown that wants no part of it.

You know, it's an election year,
so they want to make an example out of you.

We'll see. We'll see, take it easy.
We haven't even been to court yet.

Know what I mean?

I concur
with much that counsel says.

Ron Decker is intelligent.
He is from a good family,

which gives him even less excuse,
since he's had every opportunity.

The facts don't indicate this was a hobby,
which counsel seems to imply.

- The amount of drugs...
- Objection, Your Honor.

We're not talking about hard drugs.
We're talking about marijuana.

This is a serious offense.

And if someone
with his level of involvement,

who's had every advantage and opportunity
our society provides doesn't go to prison,

then it would be unfair to send someone
who hasn't had the opportunity.

Look, I'm sorry,
this is the last thing that I expected.

I can't believe this.

I'm sorry. I should've been there.
I should've been there.

'I'm caught in the middle
of this business shit, and I'm sorry.'

- Goldilocks gonna be my bitch.
- Yeah, I know.

- I'll, uh...
- Yeah, sweetie.

I'll talk to you later, OK?

'I love you, son.

'Ronnie?'

- Yo. I heard about something.
- Uh-huh?

Some fuzzy-eyed Italian, Florizzi,
got himself some narcotics.

Motherfucker's only selling
on the South Block.

Dopey-looking guy with a big nose
in A-section?

He's slammed, restricted,
except for meals.

- How much does he have?
- Enough. That's what Vito said.

- Paul tell you about the shit?
- We need to think on it for sure.

Think what? Motherfucker
didn't kick us down our end, man.

I'm gonna enjoy taking his dope.

The plan is to find a way to get him out,
get him on the yard.

You're the man with the juice, homes.
Talk to that fat, sloppy guard.

- He's not on today.
- Oh. Yeah, he is.

New bull got sick.

OK.

OK. Just let me pick up my tickets first.

Get your tickets, Dad.

- Hey, Big Duke Earl, hold up.
- Hey, Jesse. Who do you like?

- Morales?
- You got it.

- Listen. Can I introduce you to someone?
- Who?

New guy over there.
He works for me in the woodshop.

He's a fish, but he's alright.

- Is he a broad?
- No. He's a good white brother.

- What's he want?
- A show pass.

This is Ron Decker.
Ron... Ron, this is Earl Copen.

Haven't been here long, have you?

No. Not really.
It's been about two weeks.

You wanna see the show, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks, bro.

Oh, hey, excuse me.
Also, Earl, sir.

- Er... Jesse says you know a lot about law.
- Why?

I'd like you to look at my case.

I mean, I'd pay you and everything.

Maybe if I got time.
Right now I got no time.

Alright. Thanks a lot, man.

Don't push it with him.
You're gonna make me look bad.

Sorry.

- George, is Big Rand around?
- He's in the shitter.

I hear you, Earl!

Tell your mother about it, if you can
get the bitch out of the whorehouse.

Don't make me slap you, boy.
What's up?

- I need something.
- What else is new?

Guy named Florizzi in A-section.
I need him pulled for about 15 minutes.

I don't know his number.

Pull him for what? Who do I look like,
the fucking warden?

Just say you're interviewing him
for office janitor.

He's on restriction
because he doesn't have a job.

We only use niggers for janitors.

So you're a bigot now.

- Won't hire a white boy, huh?
- Alright.

- Just don't kill him or something.
- I don't do shit like that.

- I bet this is about dope.
- You know I don't do that either.

George, got an extra show pass
you can slip me?

Not without fat ass signing it.

Shit, I can sign his name
better than he can.

Here.

Playing at this club, Mama Rose's Blues
on the West Side of Chicago.

Paul's on him.

Where the fuck is he at, man?

He better not fuck this shit up,
I swear to my mother.

- Chill the fuck out, Ernie.
- Fuck this chill shit.

Check ol' folks, man.
He's got the coldest stroll in the joint.

Where is he?

He's coming behind us.
Make it look like I'm getting jacked up, too.

- South Block, right'?
- Who's asking?

- What's your name? Some Italian...
- Florizzi.

Florizzi, that's it.

- Let's go.
- What's going on?

You got dope
and you're not giving any?

Don't fucking stare, man.

Let's go, let's go.
Get it! Did you get it?

Mean as shit.

Hey, Jan?

What's up, sugarplum?

I met this guy today, shaved head.

Earl Copen.
You know who I'm talking about?

Earl Copen? Hmm.

Sugarplum, Earl Copen and I
go all the way back.

We were cellmates together years ago.

I'll tell you something,
I worry about Earl these days.

I'm worried that peckerwood's
just gonna burn his old ass out.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?
All the rage, the anger.

You can't come in here with that same rage
and anger that you had when you was 20,

not think it's gonna blow out
your candlelight.

When I first met Earl Copen,
Earl Copen was one of the most...

dysfunctionary, confused,
angry human beings

that I've ever seen or met
in my whole life.

I remember this one time
that Earl had this disagreement

with this big ol' boy who wanted his ass.

Earl wasn't gonna give it up.
I wanna tell you something about Earl Copen.

Earl Copen had a set of balls on him
from the day he come in this joint.

He knew he couldn't handle
this boy one-on-one.

So he went up on a catwalk,

and he got one of them mop buckets,
one of them big old steel mop buckets,

- and he fills it up with water.
- Yeah?

Yeah, and when this motherfucker
was walking by,

Earl aimed at it, dropped it and let it go.

Did it hit him?

It didn't hit him on the head,
it hit him on the foot, lucky motherfucker.

Boy couldn't walk right
for nearly, like... six months.

Earl could've sliced
his ass up too, after that.

He let this boy slide.
That's one thing I like about Earl.

Just show Earl a little tenderness,
and he can be a kind human being.

Now come down and eat my pussy.

- You wish!
- Ooh.

Alright, Buzz.

You finished typing up
that memo on Florizzi?

Uh, right here.

The roof guard said
he made you at the scene.

- You were just passing by, I suppose.
- Minding my own. He ran right into me.

Paul and Vito were made also,
but he didn't know the others.

And I sure as hell don't.

Oh, sure. I didn't think you did.

And this? Two G's of pure junk?

Florizzi claims this was forced on him
by some unknown gang.

To be passed along in Section A.

- When he refused...
- ...he was assaulted and ran away.

I just typed it up-

Retype it.
Leave this shit out of it.

I don't need the goddamn headaches.

Also, tell that bozo gang of yours
to lighten up!

I'm tired of this crap.

Don't you ever want to get out of here?

You guys like being locked up?

What's the show tonight?

Someone's singing.

Leave the report on my desk.
I'm going to chow.

♪ A whole new world is falling for you

♪ Mm-mmm

♪ Oh, I'm blue

♪ From me to you... ♪

- Let's get the fuck out of here, homes.
- No, man. You go.

I'm gonna hang.

Just let the guy sing.

He stinks, man.

It's a good thing
you got the shit back.

- How did you get it back?
- Shit.

This is my prison.
Everybody knows that.

♪ Oh, my mama

♪ She been falling

♪ Falling down for quite some time

♪ And you know my papa,
he's been falling

♪ Falling down for quite some time

♪ You know, my friends... ♪

That kid, friend of Jesse's?

Looks like he's got a problem
with Psycho Mike.

This guy, he's been talking bad about you.
He says you're a snitch.

You gotta go take care of it, man.

That's fucking bullshit, man.
I don't even know this guy.

I just fucking ran it by you.
Look, be there tomorrow, West Block.

I told him I'd bring you.

My name's at risk here, see?
'Cause I've been seen talking to you.

Don't make me come looking for you.

OK, man, I'll be there.

Tomorrow.

♪ If it's alright

♪ Our Father

♪ Who art in Heaven

♪ For the kingdom, the power,
the glory are Yours

♪ Now

♪ And forever ♪

Oh, so fucking hot.

I heard about your little ordeal with,
uh, Psycho Mike.

What do you think I should do about it?

What the hell do you think
you should do, child?

You gotta get yourself a weapon.
You gotta protect your pretty little white ass.

You wanna survive around here.

Jesus Christ! "What should I do?"

Or you come hide under
my motherfucking panty hose, bitch.

You hear me?

Four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine.

You're good. Ten.

One more set.

Hey, Earl.

Uh... I need to ask you
about something.

I don't really know anyone else to ask,
but I need a knife.

Whoa, whoa...

I don't just give you a knife.

I don't give anyone a knife
I don't know what it's for.

This guy Psycho Mike, he says
someone's saying shit about me.

It's making him look bad, and I have to go
confront the guy over in West Block.

Think he needs a shank?

Yeah. Stick it in that greasy
P.R. motherfucker

for trying to run that stale-ass game.

They want to get you over to West Block

because there's only
one bull for the whole building.

Then they're gonna snatch you
into a cell and rape you.

Can I get a knife then?

Don't sweat this one.
I'll go talk to them.

No, I don't need anyone
fighting my battles for me.

I'm not. If I thought there was
gonna be trouble, I wouldn't go.

- I'll be right back.
- I'm coming.

Just hang out.

Hey, kid,
you wanna get some hooch?

Come on, it's good, home brew.
It won't hurt you.

Excuse me, Mike.
Can I talk to you for a minute?

Listen, I hear some guy in West Block
is putting a jacket on Ron Decker.

- So?
- So, it's bullshit.

Then why's he been ducking me?
Makes me look bad.

He ain't ducking you.

The kid's already got a shiv,
really wants to stick this punk.

Look, Mike,
we can go see this dude.

Bring TJ and Ponchie along.
We'll straighten it out.

Shit, man.

I'll go pull him up myself.
I thought it didn't sound right.

Yeah.

- I'll take care of it.
- Hey. I really appreciate it, bro.

Hate to see trouble over nothing.

Right, man. Right.

- This is fucking good.
- Good shit, huh? My papa's recipe.

- When you get out...
- It comes out the other end, man.

Yo, Papa, when you get out,
blow some my way.

- What is it?
- What the fuck you doing?

Got it, got it.

Up against the wall, now!

Right there, Earl.

- That other mess is square.
- Thanks.

Shut up, Earl. No talking.

- What came down'?
- Someone snitched.

Those two fucking bulls
headed right up for the mezzanine.

The kid, Decker, tried to signal them.
There was no time.

Hello, Earl.
What brings you around here?

Nothing good.

Hey, man, I need a solid.
The report on Decker.

Damn, Earl,
you do keep things entertaining.

Hey, man.

There you go, brother.

- What's this?
- Go on, take it.

- From who?
- The Brotherhood.

Oh, shit, man, don't be worrying.
I'm with TJ, Bad Eye and Earl.

Everyone appreciated
you trying to warn them.

That was some stand-up shit, brother.

My name's Tank. Need anything else?

The mattress is kind of disgusting.
It's got all sorts of fluids on it.

Yeah. Segregation sucks, don't it?

I'll see about getting you a sheet.

You're not supposed to have them,
so keep it under your blanket.

- Thank you.
- I've been in here 16 months.

Ain't nothing they can do to me.
I just laugh at them.

Take care, brother.

"On entry to equipment room,

"Sergeant Perez found several inmates
in possession of five gallons of home brew."

Blah-Blah-Blah.

"Perez believes inmate Decker
was serving as a lookout."

- How do you plead?
- Not guilty.

This report is accurate, isn't it?

Except for the fact
that I wasn't a lookout.

I was waiting for the TV to be turned on
in the day room next to the equipment area.

You haven't been here that long, Decker.

- How old are you?
- Twenty-one.

- You had any trouble?
- What do you mean?

- Well...
- There are a lot of animals in here.

Sexual deviants, inverts,
who might try to pressure you.

If they do, you need to come
and speak with us.

A young man,
looking the way you do,

without a great deal
of penitentiary experience,

might find himself compromised,

might find himself
in need of a real friend.

- I understand.
- Do you?

Maybe you think
you've got a friend already.

He doesn't make advances.

Then you get pressure
from somewhere else. A gang, maybe.

Your friend comes in like
a knight in shining armor.

Puts his life on the line,
so you think.

Next thing you know,

drop your drawers
or he'll throw you to the gang.

I'm not gonna
let that happen to me.

If you do want to help, I mean...

I'd like to be moved
out of the furniture factory.

You have to do six months there.
Nobody likes it, but that's the way it goes.

Alright, let's not get
into collateral matters, OK?

Our warning is because
you got picked up with some real jewels,

in case you know them.

Bad Eye Wilson
is as volatile as they come.

Earl Copen would shoot piss
if he thought it would get him high.

Their whole group is useless
and they get worse every year.

It's not the sort you want to associate with
to keep your nose clean and get out of here.

- Am I understood?
- Yes, sir.

Alright, not guilty. You're excused.

Thanks.

You're excused.

Alright, who's next?

Yo, boy. You were in there
a long time, huh?

- What happened?
- Not guilty.

Damn. Sure was a lot of talk for that.

Yeah, we're going down.

What happened with Bad Eye?

They retained him. They're gonna review
his case in 90 days.

That means he's gonna
be down a while.

So, uh.

How did you fix my report?

I retyped that pig-fucker's report,

corrected the misspellings,
fixed the odd split infinitive,

then I just left out the part

about how you banged on the wire cage
to warn everyone.

Tasty, Earl. That's real tasty.
Rebate-.

Come on. Walk with me.

- Why are you helping me so much?
- You don't want my help?

Well, this is just, uh...

I mean, I'm not a punk.

Well, we can change all that
in no time.

You're fucking lucky
I'm pulling your coat this way.

Nobody helped me.

I didn't smile for the first two years
I was in here.

It was different then. You could
represent yourself if you got in a beef,

but now, shit, you need friends.

If you don't, you pretty much
gotta be an impossibly tough guy

or sign on as somebody's punk.

Even that isn't
necessarily gonna help you.

Oh, shit!

Get inside! Let's go!

Who got him? I didn't see it.

Come on. Get inside!
Let's go, let's go. Move it!

Yeah, well, the warden may run the prison,
but I run the infirmary.

Earl Copen said I should see you.

You're a friend of Earl's, huh?

Well, what do you need, son?

Earl said I should ask you
for a 30 day lay-in.

Right now they got me
in the furniture factory.

Hmm. Fuck, yeah.
I can see why you might like a lay-in.

Here. Just let it dangle
below the picture.

On the X-ray it looks like
you pulled your shoulder loose.

Now, hold still.

Whoa! You fucker.

Man, this is embarrassing.

Quit sniveling.

On weekends, you got
like three million Puerto Ricans

fighting to get on this court.

They are handball-playing
motherfuckers.

Thought I was supposed to have
a shoulder separation.

That starts this afternoon.

Set?

How is it an inmate can do all this?

I've done a total of 18 calendar years
in this place.

Ah. God.

I learned
how to get things done.

By the way, "inmate" is an insult.

"Convict" is the term solid dudes prefer.

I'm serious.

- Girlfriend?
- Sorry?

She been up to see you yet?

Oh, no, not yet.
I haven't been here that long.

- Are you Earl's friend?
- Sorry?

You're a sorry sucker, aren't you?

- I'm Earl's boss. Are you Decker?
- Yes, sir.

"Yes, sir.“ I like that.
How's your shoulder?

You aren't gonna get
Earl in trouble, are you?

He wants me to move you
to his cell block.

- What if I don't want to be moved?
- You'll have to take that up with Earl.

Look, he tells me you're not his kid.

And I don't give a shit
if you're his kid or not.

I just don't want to see
Earl blow a chance at parole

over some beef that involves you.

Ivan, what are the odds in Decker's
girlfriend getting up to see him?

The bitch probably ain't worth
the fucking ink, brother.

Well, well, look who's back
from vacation.

- Hey, Jan.
- How's that shoulder?

Well, did you miss me?

- Jan, do you mind?
- No, I don't mind at all.

Would you like Mama
to hold that teeny-weenie thing for you?

Fuck it!
I can't even go now.

I'm sorry, child.
I didn't mean to get you so excited.

You wish.

Listen here, you little snobby thing.
Anytime you're ready, you just let me know.

Hmm?

May as well turn around, Jesse.
The blacks have this whole area blocked off.

- What's going on?
- It's a strike or some shit.

Heard talk of it yesterday.

Is nobody going to work?

What we ought to do is burn
this shithouse the fuck down.

I'll be down for a strike with the spooks
as long as I get my licks in.

Let's go check it out.

What are you going to do, huh'?

What are you going to do?

Come on.
Come on, don't be scared.

Come on over.
We gotta stand together.

- We all together!
- Yes.

Hey, we've got to stand together
or we'll fall for anything.

We can make
some serious changes in here.

What we've got to do
is come together as one.

We've got to strike, not go to work.
Hit them in the pocketbook.

- Hey, man.
- You know that kid?

- Yeah, I came in with him.
- Looks like he's got a daddy.

What should we do now'?

I'd go over there
if they weren't mostly black.

Some of my friends would cut me loose
if I did, you know what I mean?

- More education!
- Yeah!

More classrooms!
Bigger, better library!

We don't have to take
these fucked-up conditions anymore!

We don't have to walk around
in these buildings that are falling down.

What is he doing?

- I think he's trying to get in.
- I'll come back out.

You're gonna go in
and come right back out?

- I'm not gonna work. I'll come back.
- Alright, let him through.

He's gonna get his work slip signed.
He's coming right back out.

- Nobody crosses this line.
- What the fuck you doing?

Hey! What are you doing?

- Oh my God! They're fucking killing him.
- This is getting fucked.

'All inmates form a line inside the gate.'

Where are you going?

Word is some dude got stomped
to death in the work yard.

I know, but he crossed the line.

He was trying to get his check slip
signed by the supervisor.

- He was gonna be released tomorrow.
- He should've fucking waited!

Now he's going out in a box.

Fuck them niggers, man!
That shouldn't have happened.

They want fucking trouble,
they're gonna get it. Fuck the strike!

That's exactly what the bulls want,
to turn this into a race riot.

So one, two, three,
they can start shooting.

'You have one minute
to form a line inside the gate.'

What's up? Hang out here.
There's something going down.

There's no guards on the grounds.
Now, that dude probably owed him money.

'You have 30 seconds
to form a line inside the gate.'

Open the fucking door
and let us in!

'This is your last warning.
Form a line inside the gate.'

'You have 30 seconds
to form inside the gate. Let's go!'

- Let's go, let's go.
- Keep moving.

'All inmates
inside the yard up against the wall.'

Lockdown!

Let's go! Lockdown!
Going down!

Everybody, this is gonna be a lockdown.
In your own cells.

Lockdown! Everybody in.

Let's go! Lockdown!

Going down both sides.
There's a lock-in head count.

Everybody, go on in.
In your own cells.

Hey, bum, you ready to go to work?

How many are coming out?

Captain's clerk, kitchen workers.
I can pull you out if you want.

You know the convicts run the prison.

I'd rather wait.

Ruin my image to be among
the first unlocked after what happened.

Oh, my life has not been a picnic,
let me tell you.

Ever since I was young, it's been hell.

None of my dreams ever came true.

I'll tell you something.
When God put me together,

he made it fucked up.
He made a real bad mistake.

I don't need this big ol' cock.
I'd just as soon out it off.

The next lifetime,
I'm just gonna be the girl next door.

I'm gonna tell you something.

If I had wings,

I would be a butterfly and I would just fly out
the motherfucking window.

I would fly across the ocean.
You know where I'd go?

Where I've always wanted to go.

I always wanted to go to Paris, France.

Ain't no motherfucker in here
been to Paris, France.

I read books about it. I would love it.
It's so pretty there...

Decker. Get dressed.
The "Lieut" wants you.

I'd land on a beautiful cherry
blossom tree on the Champs-Elysées.

I would just sit up there
on the cherry blossom tree.

I'd watch all the pretty French boys
walk by, and I would say,

"Hey, you. You go get Mama a café latte
and a jelly doughnut, s'il vous plait."

And they'd wait on me, and be polite to me
and take me to pretty places.

Lieutenant?

Won't see a steak like that in prison,
except maybe in a magazine ad.

Had to feed the emergency crew,

so the watch commander
got authorization to open up the boxes.

When a box is opened,
everybody eats.

Go ahead. It's gonna get cold.

- You're welcome.
- Thanks.

I'm gonna try
and get you a job as a barber.

Half of knowing how to do time
is getting the right job.

I don't know how to cut hair.

Well, you better figure it out,

because some of these maniacs
get very pissed if they get a bad haircut.

What's the other half?

Where you live.

My boss tells me
you're not sure about moving.

You know what, man?
I feel...

I feel really, like, just paranoid.

I feel like I have to hold
one hand over my dick

and the other over my asshole.

This thing in people's eyes.

I mean, if you're friendly,
it's in everybody's eyes.

I'm not scheming you. Not one bit.

Of course, if I'm to be
completely truthful,

I probably wouldn't help you at all
if you were ugly.

But that's my problem, not yours.

The little I've seen
tells me you're neither stupid nor weak.

- Oh, man, I'm just not in my element in here.
- I know.

Best way to explain this.

It's a need to feel something.

Something I don't get
from Paul or Vito or TJ.

I mean, I love those guys, but...

It's different.

This is different.

It's not about fucking you.

I could've done that already
if that's all I wanted.

Last thing I want is for you
to get a jacket as a punk.

You do and you carry that wherever you go,
any prison you go to,

even 20 years from now.

All a convict has is his name
among his peers. Remember that.

You assume I'm gonna come back
to places like this?

You might. Most of us do.

Why did you?

Let me ask you something.

Are you gonna go back
to selling weed, to selling coke?

I don't know. That's not something
I've really thought through.

- Does that make you mad?
- What?

The fact that I'm not a diehard thief?

No, it doesn't make me mad.
It really doesn't.

Looks like Iron Man's
got himself a new old lady.

Looking pretty good, too. Shit.

If he was white, he'd be my punk.

Ask him.
Maybe he'll sell him to you.

Shit, there won't be nothing left
but his fucking shoelaces.

Hey, Ron. You better hope
Earl don't get horny.

Better hope I don't get horny.

Wow, nice pad!

This shit looks better
than where I lived in the hood.

- What makes you so special, huh?
- Close it up.

♪ As a man you can still sink down

♪ People have always told me

♪ Son, what goes around
must come around

♪ And you can't tell the devil
it's a frame-up

♪ When he calls your name up

♪ Yes, this ain't the way I came up

♪ It's the way that I'm going down

♪ Papa tried to tell me

♪ First time that I done wrong

♪ Keep on trucking down
the road you're on

♪ You're gonna make
the jailhouse your home

♪ And you can't tell the devil
it's a frame-up

♪ When he calls your name up

♪ This ain't the way I came up

♪ It's the way that I'm going down

♪ Now listen to this grown man

♪ Whose dues have all been paid

♪ I'm gonna say this line
for the very last time

♪ Before I lay down in the bed I made

♪ Well, you can't tell the devil
it's a frame-up

♪ When he calls your name up

♪ This ain't the way I came up

♪ But my cards are played out

♪ Now it's time to pay up

♪ 'Cause I'm going down ♪

Oh, man.
Don't read that bitch.

Police state apologist. Here.

New translation. Very hip.

So, I found out some info on Mr. Harrell
and that gig at the education center.

- Uh-huh?
- He's not a fruiter.

Or if he is, which is what I think,
he's not aware of it. Anyway...

He's pretty solid, and he'll work
as a mule also for letters and shit.

That is, for whoever is his clerk.

- You think I should take the job?
- Absolutely.

It'll help earn points with the judge.

Oh, shit, I almost forgot.
Check this out.

- What's this?
- Legislature passed a new bill.

The judge has 120 days to call back
and modify any sentence under 1168.

If the judge doesn't modify it...

...then you don't come before the boards
for five years.

You better fly a kite to that mouthpiece
and see what he says.

Alright.

Does anybody have any thoughts
or questions on the program?

anybody?

OK, look.

We are gonna break the program down
in three sections.

In the beginning, Mrs. Hamilton
wanted to try an experiment with the class.

To illustrate the ways
in which prejudice begins.

So she divided the class into two sections.

Alright, we'll continue this tomorrow.

Don't forget your reading assignments.

- Ron, I wanted to ask you something.
- Yeah?

We have a group here.
Meets one Sunday every month.

We talk to juvenile offenders,
try to let them see the reality of prison.

Yeah, I've heard of it.

I was hoping you'd like
to join us this Sunday.

- That'll be fine.
- Great.

I think you would add a lot
to the meeting.

Plus it would look good on your report
when you go back to see the judge.

- OK, yeah. So Sunday.
- 10:00am.

- 10:00am. I'll be there.
- Alright.

See you around.

Oh, man, that's beautiful!

Paul said he'd be here. He raises today.

He'll be madder than a motherfucker
if we don't give him his issue.

That's for you and TJ.

- I'll take care of Paul and Ron.
- No, man, I'm OK.

Oh, shit, youngster, this is the only thing
that suppresses the pain.

Ah... you take mine, old man.

- Gift from the younger generation.
- You wanna give me a gift?

Put it right there.

Hey, you can't fuck me,
and you can't give me no head, Earl.

Uh-oh, do not say that.

I'll do whatever I want with you.
Who wants to go first?

No, no. You'll bust him in half.

- I'll fuck that kid.
- Damn. That bitch still fighting it?

I thought you'd have him loving it by now.

- Jesus.
- Hey!

- Not fucking funny, man.
- Where's the dope?

What do I see over here?

Here.

Yeah, welcome home.

- How's Bad Eye?
- Oh, Bad Eye, he's...

He's a fucking rage
all the motherfucking time.

They ain't gonna let him out for...

three months at least.

And then I hear rumors
he's getting transferred upstate.

How's that new job, Ron?

It's good. It's alright.

That's good, man,

because if you fucked my hair up
one more time, I was gonna kill you.

Someone said
Sheik Thompson got killed.

There must've been like
10, 12 attempts on his life.

That was stupid. If you want a murderer,
dial 976-Mexican.

They said a bunch of guys
waited with baseball bats.

Busted up his knees,
then stabbed him over 30 times.

When they marched the guys
who did it across the yard,

everybody started cheering.
Even the bulls were smiling.

Nobody liked that motherfucker.

He was tough though.
Toughest motherfucker I ever met.

Whoa, what's that? Oh, shit.

Party's over.

I'll see you guys on the yard.

I got something for you.
I worked on it last night.

- What's this?
- That is the psychiatrist's report.

- No way.
- Just read the last sentence.

'This young man represents
a minimal threat to the community.

'I recommend a short jail confinement
as part of the probation program.'

When we get word from your lawyer,
we'll mail this out via Mr. Harrell,

bypass the prison censors and whatnot.

If the judge can keep you under 1168,
then I predict a quick release date.

Well, if I get out, I'm gonna be
so fucking in debt to you, Earl.

You'll forget me.
That's standard shit.

There's a curtain
between in here and out there.

No. Don't say that.

When I get out,
you can have whatever you want.

Shoot dope every day.

Drive a fucking Cadillac
around the yard if they'll let you have it.

I know you won't forget me.
But don't get busted.

If you come back here,
I'm fucking you. Remember that.

Oh, you sure look fine.

- Are you fucking crazy?
- Watch it, bitch.

I'll whoop you good.

Look, if someone told you
I'm a punk, you got told wrong.

Fuck all that.
I've been watching you.

I've seen you talking to that ugly dude
with the shaved head.

Is that your jocker?

I'm going back to court for modification.
I can't use any trouble.

There ain't gonna be no trouble.
Long as you give me a play.

E - Fuck you!

Listen, I'm gonna loosen you up a little
before I give you the jackpot.

Ron, are you OK?

Ron?

You got jockers right and left
watching out for you, boy.

- Hey, Earl.
- Hey, Buzz.

Your little partner just got a piece
out of the clavo.

He's in his cell.

- What's to it?
- I'll handle it. I said I'll handle it.

You'll be out on the street in a hot minute.
What the fuck you doing pulling a shiv?

You don't wanna know about it.

You wanna stick somebody, fine.
But don't do it like this.

You're too hot.
Something will go wrong.

Just tell me what happened.

This is routine shit.
A good stomping will do the trick.

There he is right there.

Did four years in 'Bama,
six in Huntsville and three more in Florida.

- What for?
- Rape and robbery.

Fucking raped a 71-year-old lady.

I've seen him around,
but not with anybody that's trouble.

This guy's prehistoric, man.
He's a chump.

He's a fucking human throwback
in evolution.

Alright.

Just don't do anything
without me, asshole.

You've got about as much time left
as a mosquito has pricks.

So don't fuck this up.

Let's go!

Keep walking.

What's going on?

Gotta drive on some fool big hillbilly's
been fucking with Ron.

Ron? I've just seen him
go to the gym.

Oh, shit!

Shit. Looks like
I got pussy coming to me.

I guess I am the boss jocker.

You gonna fuck with me, bitch?
I'll put you in surgery.

Shut the fuck up, man!

Well, look who's here.
Your daddy's here.

Or maybe he's the punk.

Shit, man.
Maybe I'll fuck you both.

Oh! Fuck!

Cut his throat and slit it
so he don't snitch.

- Let's fucking go!
- Do it. Fucking do it!

- Let's go!
- Drop that knife!

Go to your cell.
I think we'll be alright.

Earl, hang in. We need a lot of reports typed.
Another stabbing.

Oh, yeah? Who got it?

- No name yet.
- Is he dead?

He was on a gurney
when I got the call.

He's still kicking.

I'm gonna go get some cigarettes.
I'll be right back.

- What's going on?
- Up against the wall, asshole!

- We got you now.
- Spread them.

What's happening?

I don't know.
They won't even tell me.

Don't push me, chump.
If it's serious, ask to see a lawyer.

- Shut the fuck up!
- Man, fuck you!

What are you gonna do,
kick my ass?

People have been doing that
for as long as I can remember.

- You ain't nothing.
- Have a seat here.

They want his clothes
and his shoes.

Hey, Earn

Earl Copen just came in.

I need your shirt, shoes and pants.

What's up with you?

I heard someone got stuck in the gym.

How bad?

He's paralyzed.
Everything but his mouth.

- Snitching motherfucker, huh?
- You got it!

Can you get word out about
how this fool is snitching?

Name's Buck Rowen.

- Who?
- Buck Rowen.

- Got it. First thing in the morning.
- Thanks, man.

Hey, Earl.

Looking pretty slick, homes.

Take a seat.

I'm Jerry McDonald from the
district attorney's office. How you doing?

Fine. How's your mother?

Told you this one's a wise ass.

He'd think it was a joke till he walked
to the gas chamber.

Only then we'd probably have to carry him
with shit running down his pants.

I'll get to the point.

Buck Rowen, as I'm sure you heard,
is a paraplegic.

He signed a statement saying

he had an argument with Decker
about some schoolwork

and you involved yourself in it.

He said he'll testify.

Now, we also found traces
of blood on your shoes.

- O positive, same as Rowen's.
- Same as mine.

I cut myself shaving.

What type blood
is your boyfriend Decker?

What's the matter, Counselor?
I'm just getting up to go.

Man, take me back
to my motherfucking cell.

I'm innocent. If you think you got a case,
book it down, take it to the jury.

You think we should book him?

Let's do it.

- Earl.
- Thanks, boss.

I'd have been here earlier, but they found
Buck Rowen dead at the hospital.

Dead, huh?

Seems somebody spiked his IV
with cleaning solvent and roach powder.

They're talking about
transferring you to Laurel.

Yeah, what's up with Decker?

He's going back to court tomorrow.

You were gonna make your parole, too.

Lock him up.

- Morning, Earl.
- Yeah.

I need you to sit your asses down
up against this wall.

Look, ladies, shut the fuck up!

I don't have a place to put you yet.
Have a seat.

Uh-uh, no socializing.
Sit down! Sit down.

Tuck your feet in. Come on, come on,
we don't have all day.

Tuck your feet in, I said.

Have a seat. Have a seat.

Tuck 'em in and settle down.
Y'all, shut up.

It states here that you are a member
of a violent criminal clique

within Eastern State.

- Save it, OK?
- Ron.

- Fuck it.
- I just get this now. Talk to me.

You're a dead waste of money, alright?

- I'm a dead waste of money?
- They're wrong about this shit. I'm not...

- Look, I'm a lawyer...
- Please take me back to my holding cell.

Mr. Decker, I've read the report
from the prison officials

and I believe
you're a dangerous man.

Whether you were already that
or became so in prison is immaterial.

The main issue here
is the protection of society.

And I know by returning you to prison,

I will be protecting society
for at least five more years.

God, man! You know what?
Just fuck off, man!

Put your hands behind your back.

Ron? Your Honor?

Jesus! What the fuck?

Hey! Get the damn gurney!

What the fuck are you doing?

Hurry up with that damn gurney!
Let's go!

Decker.

- I can only give you a minute.
- OK. Thank you very much.

Ronnie.
Ronnie, can you hear me?

- Yeah.
- You OK?

I'm gonna sell the house
and get the money to get you outta here.

I'm not gonna let you rot in here.
I'm not.

You're just not you anymore.

I brought these.

I thought you might wanna keep these.

OK? You remember these?
You remember when we took these?

With your mom?

- Can I give these to my son?
- No, sir, I'm sorry.

I can't give these to my son?

- No, sir.
- Can you give them to him?

No, sir, I can't do that.
Now, I have to get him ready for the bus.

I can't give these to you.

I'm gonna get you outta here.
I'll get you outta here!

I love you, Ronnie. Bye.

Oh, well.

- Struck out in court, huh?
- Yeah, fuck it.

Should've cut that fucking hillbilly's throat
when I had the chance.

I've been thinking.

I've had a lot of fucking time to think.

What's up?

If I had a way out,
would you wanna try for it?

Fuck, yeah!
Well, do you have a way?

No, not yet. And we'll be
in segregation for at least a while,

but I know I can find a way.

Nobody knows this place
better than I do.

That's why I pulled that crazy act.

I had to do something to keep them
from sending me to Laurel.

I know they don't have
a psychiatrist there.

See, nobody's ever
escaped from Laurel,

but half a dozen have from here
in just the past decade.

Come on, man.
Let's do it, then.

The other thing is,
we need help from the outside.

My dad. I'm sure he'd do it, man.
It's killing him I'm in here.

Used to be you could disappear.
Start life over again.

But now, the fucking pigs
have established

an almost international police state,
all on computer.

Gentlemen, let's go.
Line up.

- There's still places you could go.
- Get a move on.

Stoneface is transferring out.

- He'll be gone as of next month.
- No shit?

Wanna guess who
the next associate warden is?

- Angie Dickinson?
- You wish!

- Miles Coburn.
- Miles Coburn?

- Yeah, I thought you might like that.
- Oh, man.

My first stint here, he was a rookie guard
right here in segregation.

He was attending night school
and I wrote his English term paper.

He got a B+.

Yeah, well, no doubt you bitched
because it wasn't an A.

Fuck, yes.

Might be some changes
around here pretty soon.

That would be very fucking nice.

Yeah, for all of us.

Damn! Thought they were
never letting you out, homes.

Hey. It's just I didn't wanna come out.

Hey, this is my homeboy Wayne.

- Ah, we talked through the shitter.
- That's right.

Ronnie's already out, homes.

- They got him working as a painter.
- Oh, man!

What about you, man?

I hear Seeman's got himself
a new clerk.

Give me a couple of weeks,
I'll work things out.

- This is my damn jail!
- Hell, yes.

Why don't you follow me, homes?
I got a bag of stuff for you.

Lead the way, brother.

I'll go talk to Seeman.
I heard the librarian needs an assistant.

What about you?

Oh...

I'm gonna go see Miles Coburn.
I got long juice with the guy. He'll set me up.

That's great and all but, uh,
I really wanna get outta here.

Were you bullshitting me
about escaping?

Fuck, no! I'm thinking, believe me.

I know what doesn't work,
which is an advantage.

The other thing we got going for us
is nobody's tried it for a couple of years,

which means security gets a little lax.

You know what? My dad says
he knows this guy in Costa Rica.

- Yeah?
- Runs a parrot farm.

So if you get us out, he'll set us up.

I'm down with birds. I'll get us out.

Associate Warden Coburn's office.

Yes, sir, I'll give him the message.

Earl, I have a couple pages I'm supposed
to send to "The Penology Review“.

Some shit about
how I view the promotion,

what it's like
working under Cutler,

how I view three strikes
and race issues, escapes, all of it.

- Want me to knock something off?
- Yeah. See what you come up with.

You know how I hate writing that shit.

I'll get right on it.

Alright. It's all clear.

Furniture truck won't work.

There's the possibility of making
false bottoms or false gas tanks,

but only one guy gets out that way.

Plus, making them
draws too much attention.

This is bullshit. We can't do it.
I want something we can do, Earl.

Smuggle a letter to your dad.

Tell him not to visit. That would
cause him heat as soon as we escape.

Just tell him a move is gonna happen
in a couple of months.

- Are you sure about this?
- Jesus fucking Christ!

Fuck off.

Let me go! Let me go!
Let me go! Let me go, man!

- What provoked this, Copen?
- I got nothing to say.

There you go, ol' folks, you'll live.
Should be plenty damn sore.

Thanks, Ivan.

Ready to play some handball?

Fuck. Not with this Demerol
flowing into my veins.

Too bad they mix it with Valium.
Really blows the purity of the buzz.

Does this screw up our timing?

It could if there's a retaliation.

That would put us in lockdown
for a long time.

- Don't let that happen.
- It's not that easy.

Guys will use this as an excuse to attack
the first black they see, don't matter who.

Man, that's so... That's so dumb.

Doesn't it seem
to just be an act of one loony?

Probably.

Or maybe there was someone
on the grassy knoll.

What?

Nothing.

- Hey, Earl.
- What the fuck are you doing here?

Can I talk to you for a minute, man?

What is it?

That incident today?
His name is Knowles.

He's a poor, insane fool, Earl.

- It was unmotivated, you know?
- Was it?

I appreciate you coming to tell me.

Ain't no reason for retaliation, right?

Last thing I want, man.

Cool.

Listen up, man.
That thing yesterday?

- It's gonna get taken care of.
- Don't.

That guy was just a serious
head case, nothing more.

We don't need a war
over this bullshit.

I'll tell the Brotherhood, man,
but you know, there's already been talk.

I mean, you're a very noticed guy.

- And to have some nigger stick you...
- Look.

Let's get word out to everyone what I said.
Can you do that?

If that's the way you wanna play it.

It is, my brother. Thanks.

- Let's go, Copen.
- Man, now what?

Come on.

Give them hell, godfather.

Whatever it is you did,
I know you didn't do it.

- His name is Robert Knowles.
- Yeah, I can read.

Good for you.
What happened to him?

What do you want me to say?
I'll sign anything. Just let me go to chow.

This ain't no fucking joke, Copen.
He was found dead.

If this has anything to do with you
or your gang in retaliation for yesterday,

you'd better tell us now.

I don't know anything about it.

They nailed that black guy, huh?

Iron Man or whatever they call him?

- Was he the one that killed Knowles?
- He ain't giving himself up.

I heard they grilled the shit outta him,
and he held his mud.

Did he do it?
Or was it one of us?

I don't know whether he did it or not.

Pretty sure it wasn't us.

Maybe Iron Man did it
just to set me up.

So he stabs him five times
and throws his body in a garbage truck?

- Let's get some air.
- No.

I got work to do. You go.

Alright, everybody, let's go, let's go.
Going down for chow.

Line up. Be on the line,
those that wanna eat.

This guy's a hitter, homes.
This guy's a hitter.

Fuck! Douche bags! Jesus!

Takes a licking
and keeps on ticking.

- Where's the kid?
- I've seen him. He's chilling.

- He's been doing that a lot lately.
- Maybe he don't like us no more.

Oh, man, Wayne, fuck you.
Ain't nobody ever liked you anyway.

Your mama liked me just fine.

Break it up over there.

If you kept your eye on the ball,
that'd be outta here.

Let's go.
Let's go, let's go!

What do you want, sunshine?
Come on!

Hey!
' Hey, what's up?

The trash truck.

They don't watch it because they assume
a chump would get crushed like that guy did.

Not a bad assumption
since he did get crushed.

Yeah, but he made it out.
You said it yourself.

They found his body in the dump
ten miles from here. Right?

I thought the plan
was to get out alive'?

Listen, fuckhead. The play is to dive
in the back with some kind of brace.

What if it doesn't hold?

Then we're crushed
like fucking bugs on a windshield.

- Nobody's ever tried this?
- No.

Crusher stopped them.

♪ I used to have a good job
way back when

♪ But I lost it when they tossed
my ass in the pen

♪ But back in the joint
I learned to make some moonshine

♪ Swear it tastes just like cactus juice

♪ Why don't you lay

♪ Why don't you lay it on down... ♪

Ron and me, we're taking off
the day after tomorrow.

No shit? Day after tomorrow?

- Like I told you, trash truck.
- Man, I'm fucking jealous.

What I need is for those
two trash truck swampers

to be told, you know,
what they should expect.

I can do that.
Me and Super Hunk.

Who's clipping the weight bar?

- Me and Jesse can handle that.
- Fuck, no.

Got it worked out
with Ponchie already.

Damn, I hope you guys make it.

I'll tell those two tomorrow night.
The later I wait, the better.

Good.

I'm gonna miss you, brother.

Give me a hug, handsome.

Boy, you better send me
a shit load of dope.

First thing, man.

♪ I went to the doctor
just to check myself in

♪ But I knew I'd go
right back at it again

♪ The doctor said,
"Son, you got to quit getting stoned" ♪

♪ I love to go swimming
with bare-naked women

♪ And glide between their legs

♪ When I get under it looks like thunder ♪

Get some of the smokes to TJ.
You can have the rest.

These bonaroo shirts...
these bonaroo shirts, they'll fit Wayne.

Some other shit in there and my books,
give them to whoever wants them.

Yeah, thanks.

I hope that fucking bar holds.

I read the maintenance manual.
I think it should hold.

- You think?
- No guarantees in life.

You ain't going.

I'm going.

You're not gonna know what to do
with yourself on the outside anymore.

Alright, line up. Single file.
Let's go. Line up, come on.

Earl! What the hell, man?
How could you still be sleeping?

I was too nervous not to.

Look, we're the first cell block out.

The truck won't start rolling
for at least an hour.

Now go get some hot water.
I'll make some coffee.

Alright.

Hey, Earl. Vito talked to those guys
on the trash truck. Everything is cool.

Thanks, brother.

Good luck.

I gotta go back to my cell.

Why? Forget your matching
Samsonite?

No, I gotta take a shit.

Fuck, son of a bitch!

- Man, what?
- The fucking weight bars, they aren't here.

- I don't fucking believe this.
- You're fucking kidding me, man.

Fuck! Son of a bitch.

Earl.

Shit!
' Baby, baby, baby.

Let's go.

GO, go! go'

Hey, Marquez, did you take
my fucking cigarettes again?

I'll have you arrested, you prick.
Trying to help me quit, huh?

You'd have missed us
too much anyway, homes.

Better to reign in Hell
than serve in Heaven, right?

Got that right.