Animal Factory Page #3
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Earl Copen said
I should see you.
You're a friend of Earl's, huh?
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.
F***, 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...
Man, this is embarrassing.
Quit sniveling.
On weekends you got like three
million Puerto Ricans...
fightin' to get on this court.
They are handball-playin'
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.
Aah. God.
I learned how
to get things done.
By the way,
"inmate's" an insult.
Convict's 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?
Take that up with Earl.
He tells me you're not his kid.
And I don't give a sh*t
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 b*tch probably ain't worth
the f***ing ink, brother.
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?
F*** it!
I can't even go now.
I'm sorry, child. I didn't
mean to get you so excited.
You wish.
Listen, you 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 goin' on?
It's a strike or some sh*t.
Heard talk of it yesterday.
What we ought to do is burn
this shithouse the f*** 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.
Whatcha gonna do, huh?
Whatcha gonna do?
Come on.
Don't be scared.
Come on over.
We all together!
or we'll fall for anything.
We can make some
serious changes.
We gotta come together as one.
We gotta 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! Yeah!
We don't have to take these
f***ed-up conditions anymore!
We don't have to walk around...
buildings are gonna fall down!
What is he doing? I think
he's trying to get in.
I come back out. You're gonna
go in and come right back out?
I not gonna work. I gonna come back.
Let him through.
He's gonna get his work slip signed.
Nobody crosses this line.
What the f*** you doing?
Hey!
What you doin'?
Oh, my God! They're f***ing killing him.
This is getting f***ed.
All inmates form a line
inside the gate.
Where you going? Word is some dude got
stomped to death in the work yard.
He crossed the line. He was trying to
get his slip signed by the supervisor.
He was gonna be released tomorrow.
He should've f***ing waited!
Now he's going out in a box. F*** them
n*ggers! That shouldn't have happened.
They want f***ing trouble, they're
gonna get it. F*** the strike!
That's exactly what the bulls want,
to turn this into a race riot...
so one, two, three
they can start shootin'.
You have one minute
to form a line inside the gate.
Listen, hang out here.
There's no guards
on the grounds.
That dude probably
owed him money.
You have 30 seconds
to form a line inside the gate.
Open the f***ing 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.
Keep moving.
up against the wall.
Lockdown! Let's go!
Goin' down! Everybody, this is gonna
be a lockdown. In your own cells.
Lockdown!
Everybody in.
Let's go!
Lockdown!
Goin' 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.
When God put me together, He made it
f***ed up. He made a bad mistake.
I don't need this big ol' cock.
I'd just as soon cut 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 just
fly out the motherfucking window.
You know where I'd go?
Where I've always wanted to go.
to Paris, France.
Ain't no motherf***er 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 would land on a beautiful cherry
blossom tree on the Champs-Elyses.
I would sit up on
and I'd watch all the pretty French
boys walk by, and I would say,
"Hey, you. You go get
Mama a caffe latte...
and jelly doughnut,
s'il vous plait."
And they would 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 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 gettin' the right job.
I don't know how to cut hair.
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, paranoid.
I feel like I have to hold one hand over
my dick and the other over my a**hole.
This thing in people's eyes.
I mean, if you're friendly,
it's in everybody's eyes.
Look, I'm not scheming you.
Not one bit.
Of course, if I'm to be
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