Animal Factory Page #5

I've seen him around, but not

with anybody that's trouble.

This guy's prehistoric.

He's a chump.

He's a f***in' human throwback

in evolution. All right.

Just don't do anything

without me, a**hole.

You've got about as much time

left as a mosquito has pricks.

So don't f*** this up.

Let's go!

Keep walkin'.

What's goin' on?

Gotta drive on some fool-big

hillbilly's been f***in' with Ron.

Ron? I just seen him go to the gym.

Oh, sh*t!

Sh*t. Looks like

I got p*ssy comin' to me.

I guess I am the boss jocker.

- You gonna f*** with me? I'll put

you in surgery. - Shut the f*** up!

Well, looky here.

Your daddy's here.

Or maybe he's the punk.

Sh*t, man.

Maybe I'll f*** you both.

Oh! F***!

Cut his throat and slit it

so he don't snitch. Do it!

Let's f***in' go!

Do it!

Let's go! Drop that knife!

Go to your cell.

I think we'll be all right.

Earl, hang in. We need 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 kickin'.

I'm gonna get cigarettes.

I'll be right back.

What's goin' on? Up against the

wall, a**hole! We got you now.

Spread 'em.

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 f*** up! Man, f*** you!

What are you gonna do, kick my ass?

People have been doin' that for as long

as I can remember. You ain't nothin'.

Have a seat here.

They want his clothes

and his shoes.

Hey, Earl!

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.

Snitchin' motherf***er, huh?

You got it!

Can you get word out about how this

fool is snitchin'? Name's Buck Rowen.

Who?

Buck Rowen.

You got it. First thing in the morning.

Thanks, man.

Hey, Earl.

Lookin' pretty slick, homes.

Take a seat.

I'm Jerry McDonald from the district

attorney's office. How you doin'?

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 sh*t 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.

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 gettin' 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.

I'd have been here earlier,

but they found Buck Rowen

dead at the hospital.

Dead, huh?

Seems somebody spiked

his I.V...

with cleaning solvent

and roach powder.

They're talkin' 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.

Mornin', Earl.

Yeah.

I need you to sit your asses

down up against this wall.

Look, ladies, shut the f*** 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,

we don't have all day.

Tuck your feet in, I said.

Have a seat.

Tuck 'em in, and settle down.

Y'all, shut up.

It states that you are a member of a violent

criminal clique within Eastern State.

Save it, okay?

Ron...

F*** it. I just get this now.

Talk to me.

You're a dead waste of money, all right?

I'm a dead waste of money?

They're wrong about this sh*t.

I'm not...

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 f*** off, man!

That's enough.

Put your hands behind your back.

Your Honor?

Your Honor?

Jesus!

What the f***?

Hey!

Get the damn gurney!

Earl, what the f***

are you doin'?

Hurry up with that damn gurney!

Let's go!

Decker.

I can only give you a minute.

Okay. Thank you very much.

Ronnie. Ronnie, can you hear me?

Yeah.

You okay?

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.

Oh, I brought these.

I thought you might

wanna keep these.

Okay? You remember these? You

remember when we took these?

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, f*** it.

Should've cut that f***ing hillbilly's

throat, though, when I had the chance.

I've been thinkin'.

I've had a lot

of f***in' time to think.

What's up?

If I had a way out,

would you wanna try for it?

F***, 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

'em from sending me to Laurel.

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 killin' him I'm in here.

Used to be you could disappear.

Start life over again.

But now, the f***in'

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 sh*t?

Wanna guess who

the next associate warden is?

Angie Dickinson?

You wish!

Miles Coburn.

Miles Coburn? Yeah, I thought

you might like that.

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-plus. - Well, no doubt

you bitched because it wasn't an "A."

F***, yes.

Might be some changes

around here pretty soon.

That would be very f***in' nice.

Yeah, for all of us.

Damn! Thought they were

never lettin' you out, homes.

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. Got

him workin' as a painter. Oh, man!

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