Cell 213 Page #3

Some just get a little more of it,

that's all.

(DISTANT CHILD CRIES)

Help!

MAN:
It's a life choice, don't you think?

A person can't cover themselves in this

kind of hate without expecting a beating.

Now I'm no psychiatrist, but most of the

men who come in here are already broken.

That stuff that you're looking into,

the fights, the suicides,

the beatings, the murders,

these men come in here dead.

Their bodies just don't know it.

GUARD:
Excuse me, Doc.

Found him in his cell alone

all beat up like this.

That's a nasty cut. Do me a favor,

Frank, and secure him.

I've got about 15 more stitches here to do.

Thanks, Doc. In here.

You think a guard

could have done that to him?

A guard, an inmate,

anybody could have done that.

- Can I talk to him?

- Knock yourself out.

I wouldn't get too close, though.

Sometimes the restraints don't hold too good.

Hi.

I'm Audrey.

I have to get out of there.

Where?

I didn't kill that man. I didn't.

I can't go back in there.

I'm going to die in there, too.

- They want me to die in there.

- No.

Help me.

I see you've met our new star resident.

I was just interviewing Dr. Engel.

Awful far away.

Not a very intimate conversation.

I came to check on you, Michael.

I heard you had an incident in your cell.

- I can't go back in there.

- Well, it's a prison, Michael.

Unfortunately you really don't have

much say in where you go.

I worry about you in gen pop, son.

I worry for your safety.

Please.

I'll tell you what. We can take it slow.

Maybe take a couple of turns in the yard.

If it works out okay, maybe we can put you

back in the general population.

I mean, maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe you're stronger than I think.

You just been sold.

What?

(PRISONERS SHOUTING IN DISTANCE,

DOOR BUZZER)

Try to get some sleep.

Face the wall and put your hands

through the hole.

(GUNSHOTS, CHILD SCREAMING)

Help!

Shut the f*** up!

Audrey Davis.

- One second. I'll get the gate.

- Thank you.

- MICHAEL:
He's young.

- Yep.

Now, there's a few steps to this.

First you got to drain the blood.

Get the other needle.

Stick it in the base of the neck right there.

That body just moved.

(AIR ESCAPES)

Takes time to die.

First the heart stops, then the brain goes.

The cells and everything, skin and bones,

they live on until waste product builds up

and kills them, too.

Sometimes takes hours, sometimes days.

Nothing to be scared of.

Come on now, son.

Stick the needle in the neck.

You've got to press harder to break the skin.

(COUGHS)

There you go. After the blood drains,

you want to hit the switch and that'll

start pumping the embalming fluid in.

Sometimes they puff up because

the chemical gets stuck somewhere.

Just push it down and smooth it out.

Okay?

Sometimes the eyes pop open.

If you've got a burial, don't worry about it.

This guy, though,

there's going to be a viewing.

Last thing we want is for

his grieving widow and kids

to be giving him one last kiss goodbye

and his eyes pop open.

Don't worry. Charlie was the same way

when he first got here.

- I didn't kill Charlie.

- Okay.

I shouldn't be here.

But you're here, aren't you?

This is the only way to get through

to the old block.

They shut down the walk because of mold.

They pulled almost everything out.

I guess they figured nobody ever wanted

those old files.

Everything since the prison started,

back in the late '20s, is in there.

But of course there might be water damage

and whatnot.

So the guard station

is at the end of the hall.

The file room is up on the left.

There's usually someone posted in there,

but in case the guard went out for a smoke.

Are you not going the rest of the way?

I've got work to do, and there's mold

up there, so I don't want to get sick.

Lock up when you leave.

Was Charlie crazy?

Everybody's crazy.

The day he died, he told me I was next.

He said, "You're next."

Then he grabbed my hand and my pen

and he slammed it into his own neck.

- Don't be weak.

- What?

- When the time comes, don't be weak.

- What are you talking about?

What do I do?

Stand the f*** up.

- Jefferson.

- How you doing, Six?

You know.

- How you doing?

- Get your f***ing hands off me.

He's coming on kind of strong.

I'll see you around.

- You see what he did to my arm?

- (THEY LAUGH)

Sick f***ers.

Thanks.

That boy just touched you in the face

and all you did was tell him to stop.

You should have been on his sh*t.

That was a test and you just failed.

You better get right with

where the hell you at, son.

(MUTTERS)

That's 2000. 1997...

(DISTANT SCRAPING)

(WHISPERS) On facility death records.

Sh*t!

(CRIES OUT IN PAIN)

"Inmate 350096 was found in cell 213..."

(DISTANT BANG)

Okay.

Sorry. I though you might need one of these.

Those don't usually come on.

What do you want from me?

How you doing, pretty?

Where are the guards?

I told that fool he could take a break. Hey!

You're my b*tch now, gunner.

You move when I say you move.

I heard you killed that short eyes

with his own pen.

I like that.

Get him off, then you kill his sh*t.

(CHUCKLES)

You going to try to get me off and kill

me, too, pretty? That what you gonna do?

(CORPSE STRETCHES)

What the f*** was that sh*t?

This ain't done, f*ggot.

Pretty motherf***er.

You're still mine. I'm coming for your sh*t.

Believe that.

F***ing voodoo sh*t.

(SCRAPING)

(WHIMPERS)

(GRUNTS)

What do you want? What the f*** do you want?

(CHOKES)

Open 213! Open it!

(CHILD SCREAMING)

GUARD:
Thank you.

You don't suppose I could take it with me?

No, ma'am.

AUDREY:
90% of all suicide victims

in this prison

had their murder sentence

pled down or reduced.

- JOSEPH:
And?

- And you don't find that a bit odd?

People celebrating their newfound freedom

by committing suicide.

Well, maybe guilt set in.

Maybe.

I'd like to look at your staff's

personal histories.

Alcohol issues, domestic violence,

traffic tickets.

And I want to interview the inmates.

Starting today.

- You sure you want to do this?

- Yep.

What do you hope to find?

(DOOR BUZZER)

Oh, sh*t. This is not good.

It's supposed to be locked down.

- Let's get out of here.

- I'm fine.

It's not you I'm worried about.

Hey, back in your cell. Let's go.

Back in your cell!

(PRISONERS CALL OUT)

- How you doing, kiddy?

- You heard me, get back in the cell!

- Move, move! Go, go, go!

- (REPEATED BUZZER)

Back in your cell! Back in your cell!

Okay, get that door open right now.

Hey, Doc. Got a patient for you.

Ms. Davis, what's happened to you?

She cut her arm.

It's nothing. It's just reopened,

happened days ago.

Have a seat. We'll take care of you.

Keep it elevated.

- You know your friend is back.

- Excuse me?

Gray, the inmate that you met last week.

He tried to kill himself.

It's like I told you. Some of these men

break quicker than others.

- Where is he?

- He's down the hall to the right.

He's heavily medicated.

You won't get much out of him.

He's restrained.

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