Animal Factory

Let's go, guys. Come on.

Can I get some water?

I've been waitin' three hours

for some water.

I didn't get my sandwich yet.

I'm hungry.

Sandwiches, gentlemen.

It's about time.

Pass 'em around.

Pass 'em around.

Don't hold 'em.

Settle down.

Pass 'em 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.

F*** it.

I'll eat it.

Ron, I have

to be honest with you.

It's not so good, all right?

The trial deputy

co-signed rehab,

but it's downtown

that wants no part of it.

It's an election year, so they want

to make an example out of you.

But 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 with which

he was caught... Objection.

We're not talking about hard drugs.

We're talking about marijuana.

This is a serious offense.

And if someone who has had every advantage

and opportunity doesn't go to prison,

then it would be unfair to send someone

who hasn't had the opportunity.

I'm sorry.

This is the last thing I expected.

I can't believe this.

I'm sorry.

I should've been there.

I'm caught in the middle of this

business sh*t, and I'm sorry.

Look at Goldilocks. Gonna be my b*tch.

Yeah, I know.

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

I'll talk to you later.

I love you, son.

Ronnie?

Yo. I heard about somethin'.

Uh-huh?

Some fuzzy-eyed Italian, Florizzi,

got himself some narcotics.

Motherf***er's only sellin'

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 says.

Paul tell you about the sh*t? Yeah.

We need to think on it for sure.

Think what? Motherf***er

didn't kick us down our end.

I'm gonna enjoy takin' 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.

Talk to that fat, sloppy guard.

He's not on today.

Yeah, he is.

New bull got sick.

Okay. Okay.

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.

Can I introduce you to someone?

Who?

New guy over there. He works

for me in the wood shop.

He's a fish, but he's all right.

Is he a broad? No. He's

a good white brother.

What's he want?

A show pass.

This is Ron Decker.

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?

Well, yeah. I guess.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks, bro.

Hey, excuse me.

Also, Earl, sir.

Jesse says you know a

lot about law. Why?

I'd like you to work on my case.

I mean, I'd pay you.

Maybe if I got time.

Right now I got no time.

All right.

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 b*tch 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 f***in' warden?

Say you're interviewing him

for office janitor.

He's on restriction

because he doesn't have a job.

We only use n*ggers

for janitors.

So, you're a bigot now.

Won't hire a white boy, huh?

All right.

- Just don't kill him or something.

- I don't do sh*t like that.

I bet this is about dope.

I don't do that either.

George, got an extra show pass

you can slip me?

Not without fat ass signing it. Sh*t. I

can sign his name better than he can.

Here. Playin' at this club, Mama Rose's

Blues Lounge on the West Side of Chicago.

Paul's on him.

Where the f*** is he at? He better not

f*** this up, I swear to my mother.

Chill the f*** out, Ernie.

F*** this "chill" sh*t.

Check ol' folks, man. He's got

the coldest stroll in the joint.

Where is he? He's

comin' in behind us.

Make it look like I'm getting

jacked up too. Okay.

South Block, right?

Who's askin'?

What's your name? Some

Italian... Florizzi.

Florizzi, that's it.

What's goin' on?

You like dope

and you're not givin' any?

Don't f***in' stare, man.

Let's go, let's go.

Get it! Get it!

Mean as sh*t.

Hey, Jan?

What's up, sugarplum?

I met this guy today,

shaved head. Earl Copen.

You know who I'm talking about?

Earl Copen? Mmm.

Sugarplum, Earl Copen and I

go all the way back.

We were cell mates together

years ago.

I worry about Earl these days.

I'm worried that peckerwood's

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 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 have ever seen

or met in my whole life.

I remember 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 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 got

one of them big steel mop buckets.

He filled it up with water.

Yeah?

When this motherf***er

was walkin' by,

Earl aimed at it,

dropped it and let it go.

Did it hit him?

It didn't hit him on the head, hit

him on the foot, lucky motherf***er.

Boy couldn't walk right

for nearly 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 p*ssy.

You wish!

Ooh.

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 sh*t 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.

Mmm-mmm

Let's get the f*** out of here.

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