Animal Factory Page #2

No, man, you go.

I'm gonna hang.

Just let the guy sing.

He stinks, man.

I'm talking 'bout your... It's a

good thing you got the sh*t back.

How did you get it back?

Sh*t. This is my prison.

Everybody knows that.

That kid, friend of Jesse's?

Looks like he's got

a problem with Psycho Mike.

This guy, he's been talkin' bad about you.

He says you're a snitch.

You gotta take care of it. That's f***ing

bullshit. I don't even know this guy.

I just f***in' ran it by you.

Be there tomorrow, West Block.

I told him I'd bring you.

My name's at risk here 'cause

I've been seen talking to you.

Don't make me

come lookin' for you.

Okay, man, I'll be there.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Oh.

So f***ing hot.

I heard about your little

ordeal with, uh, Psycho Mike.

What do you think

I should do about it?

What do you think you should do?

You gotta get yourself a weapon. You

gotta protect your pretty white ass...

you wanna survive around here.

Jesus Christ!

"What should I do?"

Come hide under my motherfuckin'

panty hose, b*tch.

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 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 sh*t 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. motherf***er

for trying to run that stale-ass game.

They want to get you 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 'em.

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.

Kid, you wanna get some hooch?

It's good home brew.

It won't hurt you.

Excuse me, Mike. Can I

talk to you for a minute?

Uh-huh.

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 duckin' ya. The kid's got

a shiv, wants to stick this punk.

Look, Mike,

we can go see this dude.

Bring T.J. and Ponchie along.

We'll straighten it out.

Sh*t, man.

I'll go pull him up myself.

I thought it didn't sound right.

I'll take care of it. Hey, I

really appreciate it, bro.

Hate to see trouble

over nothing.

Right, man.

Right.

This is f***in' good. Good sh*t, 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? Let's go!

What the f*** you doin'?

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 f***in' 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?

Take it.

From who?

The Brotherhood.

Don't be worryin'. I'm with

T.J., Bad Eye and Earl.

Everyone appreciated

you tryin' to warn 'em.

That was some

stand-up sh*t.

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 'em,

so keep it under your blanket.

Thank you. I been

in here 16 months.

Ain't nothin' they can do to me.

I just laugh at 'em.

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? - Except

for the fact I wasn't a lookout.

I was waiting for the TV to be turned on

in the dayroom 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'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.

Let's not get into

collateral matters, okay?

Our warning is because you got picked up

with some 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.

Am I understood?

Yes, sir.

Not guilty.

You're excused.

Thanks.

You're excused.

All right, 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 goin' down.

What happened with Bad Eye?

The 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-f***er'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.

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 f***in' lucky

I'm pullin' 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 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, sh*t!

- Get inside!

- Let's go!

Who got him?

I didn't see it?

- Come on.

- Get inside! Let's go.

Move it!

Well, the warden may run the

prison, but I run the infirmary.

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