Camp X-Ray Page #3

I'm fine.

We're short a meal, though.

Do you mind grabbing one?

No, we're not.

Your pal 471... he's not coming back today.

Why?

I sent him on a flyer.

What's that?

Our frequent flyer program.

We move him from cell to

cell every two hours.

Night shift won't like it, but f*** 'em.

Dude's got to learn somehow.

You move him all night long?

All night, all day, all week.

How does he sleep?

He doesn't, dummy... that's the point.

Come on, get this sh*t moving.

We're on a schedule.

It's brutal.

What are you... the red cross?

No, I'm just saying.

It's...Brutal.

I mean, Jesus, Rico, Cole just got sh*t

flung at her face. Are you cool with that?

Of course not.

I mean, you don't have to do some

big thing over me. I'm... I'm fine.

Yeah, we kind of do.

And just so we're clear, I'm down with it.

I just think, you know,

it's kind of hard-core, right?

You want me to call it off?

No. F*** him.

Look at you pussies swim!

Rico, get the ladder.

Pull the ladder up.

We bail haters gonna hate, but...

What do you get to be swimming there for?

Swim, flounder.

To good times, baby.

To good times.

Yeah, yeah, good times, baby.

I love when the...

Got a million,

now I'm about to add six more...

Well, I'll be damned...

Cole the fisherman.

Be careful there.

You want me to bait it for you?

No, I think I'm pretty good. Thanks.

It's a treble hook.

I don't want you to cut

your, uh, finger there.

You got to make sure you

get it on all three.

Like that?

Not bad.

Hey, give me this sh*t.

Hold this.

How do you do this thing, anyways?

How do you do the pole?

Yeah.

Yo, I've never done this before, man.

Look, the hook's right there.

You got to put bait on it.

Oh. You cast the f***er out, get a fish,

and you reel it back in.

Real simple.

Sh*t, be my guest.

...pulling your ass out of there.

There you go.

I like to see the hook.

Well, see that?

He knows what kind of fish...

Here you go.

Thanks.

Whoo!

Come on, girl, let's get some fish.

You're dropping on me.

Let's go. Let's go.

Whoo!

All right, listen up, you f***ing faggots!

We got fresh beer on tap,

so I want you to fall in.

Let's go.

Cole, come on.

Come on.

Here. Here, precious motherf***er.

She can handle it.

You can't.

Yeah, one time in, uh, high school,

freshman year, me and my boys...

we needed to go to the

liquor store, pick up a...

I'd take the whole f***ing

thing down by myself.

Why don't you bring me over a hot dog?

Whoo, boy

Come on, man.

Look at them girls go

- Whoo!

- Oh, oh!

Yeah, get her! Get her!

I know what I'm talking about

Ohh!

- Let's go.

- Can I get your autograph?

Oh.

Mnh.

Sh*t. That's... sorry.

Hey.

- It's real nice.

- That ain't... that ain't mine.

- That's the communal stash.

- Mm-hmm.

Is this what you like?

Slow down a little bit, all right?

Oh.

Yeah. Don't move.

Mnh, stop, okay?

Hey, stop!

F***!

I'm sorry.

F*** you, b*tch!

Hey, where have you been?

You all right?

Hey, come here.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

I'm fine.

Hey, Cole.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

4-7-1, wake up.

No, no. Not again.

Leave me alone.

Come on, on your feet.

Back to the door.

You know the drill.

F*** you.

Sleep tight.

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

Is 471 still on his frequent flyer program?

Yup.

Mecca?

Well, it damn sure ain't

pointing to Disneyland.

He's quite the artist.

Mm-hmm.

The guy's a regular "poocasso."

What... you haven't heard that one yet?

What will you do with that?

Write it up and hand it off to G.I.S.

Intelligence gathering for that?

That's the S.O.P.

Seems like a waste of time.

Yeah, well, that also seems

to be the S.O.P. Around here.

You know... hey, will you

go get the chaplain for me?

I need him to search that Qur'an.

Yeah.

It's small in here.

Yeah, you ain't kidding.

- Hey, Bergen.

- Yeah, what's up?

You know what that brevity code means?

- "Alfred Hitchcock on the block"?

- Yeah.

That is a shrink visited the detainee.

- Really?

- Yeah.

There's a whole bunch of 'em in here.

Dude's a head case.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, man.

Hey.

Hey.

Tough week, huh?

Yeah.

I mean, like, I handle it, you know.

I'm not tripping or anything. It's just...

No, yeah. Um, yeah, me too.

Yeah.

It's kind of a weird situation, though.

I know, right?

F***ing detainees, man.

What's their f***ing problem?

- Well, where were you?

- Yeah.

Hey, do you guys get any

of that detainee chow?

That sh*t looks good.

Nope. We're not supposed to touch it

if there's any left over, either.

F***!

F***ing detainees...

they get all the breaks, right?

Have you ever read Harry Potter?

The kids' book?

No, why?

No reason.

You know Sudoku?

Yeah, sure.

You know, I have done all these books here,

so I have to make my own, you know?

Well...

It's pretty.

You know, it's not just the drawing.

You know what I mean?

The numbers are very hard to figure out.

You... you cannot just put any number in.

Yeah, I know.

Those men who do these books,

you know, they do it all by computers.

But to do it in your head, it's... it's...

it's hard.

You must be very smart, but...

I have gone to university, you know?

Are you sure it works?

Of course it works, yes.

What? You don't believe me?

Okay. Come here.

I will give it to you.

You can... I want you to keep it.

Now, you can see it for yourself,

but you don't tell me that it's

fake 'cause you cannot solve it.

Yeah?

No, thanks.

You... you don't like puzzles?

No, it's just... it's just the rules.

Rule? Okay, okay.

Bring this box.

- I will put it in the box and...

- Hey, I can't.

I'm sorry.

Why?

You... you... you think this paper

will hurt you somehow, huh?

Huh? You think that I will kill

you with this piece of paper?

Huh? You say the rules.

What does f***ing rule says?

Maybe you think that you're

getting disease from me.

Yeah? That is it, maybe?

That's why you guys are always

wearing your rubber gloves.

You guys don't even like to touch us.

- You don't...

- Hey, calm down. I didn't say that.

No. You know, you... let me tell you.

You figured it out all, you know?

This was a secret message.

Look at this.

I was going to send this to all

my Al-qaedas friends in New York,

- and this was my big escape plan.

- Don't... don't do that.

Gone. See? Whhht!

It's now in their hands, okay?

I was trying to be nice with you.

I-I-I wasn't being a**hole to you.

I don't know why you are

being a**hole to me.

I am not being an a**hole to you.

I...

I think you... yes, yes, yes, you are.

Yes.

F*** you!

You locked up us here for years!

For what?!

To show the world that you are

good guy and we are bad guy?!

F*** you!

You and America are the bad guy!

- You American are the real terrorists!

- Hey, keep it down!

I looked for your book, you know?

YourHarry Potter book...

it's not in the library.

You're fooling with me, huh?

No.

No, it's really not there.

You're sure it's not there?

Huh?

Are you sure the book is not there 'cause,

you know, once, one of these guards...

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