Coldwater Page #3

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I forgot to ask you how do the inmates

get out of the barracks in an emergency?

Oh, there's a hidden key. The

trustees have access to it.

A hidden key. Okay.

Which trustees?

- All of them.

- All of them. Okay.

- I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

- You are a f***ing virus.

I wouldn't even make you a

f***ing trustee right now.

I want you off my campus.

Go. You're fired.

Don't do this.

Don't f***ing tell me don't do

this. Get the f*** out of here.

You have ten minutes. Pack

your sh*t and get out.

Hey.

Do you know what they're going

to do to us in the morning

when they see that you're gone?

That's if they don't pull a surprise

count. The next one's in four hours.

No.

You better make it worth our

while and get away with it then.

Key.

Level three.

He's gone. Must have used

something to get over the fence.

Hey. You all right?

You have no idea how

good this is right now.

Come on. This way.

Uh, Brad, this is Deputy Cross.

Hi Brad.

He's going to help you.

I told him your story and I really think

that you should be talking to him.

Everything's going to be fine.

You all right?

I'm sorry, but I have

to take you back.

Maybe if you had some

sort of evidence,

proof to back up your story

things might be different.

I want you to have

this. It was my dad's.

It's yours now.

Are you serious?

Thanks Deputy. You give

the Sheriff my best now.

All we ask of you is hard work, respect

and the willingness to change.

This young man failed at all three.

Now, he could be any one

of you. So, what do I do?

Do I just give up on him?

Do I send him away

like his parents did?

No.

We are in the business

of transformation.

That means I am patient.

It also means that he must be

held accountable for his actions.

Take off your clothes son.

What?

Take your clothes off.

Stop. Please.

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth. Eat the fish.

- You eat that sh*t.

- Shut the f*** up.

Eat the goddamn fish.

Eat the f***ing fi...

Come on. Let's go.

Get up.

Stay there.

The bastards just keep

on coming don't they?

You're on E.

What happened to your family?

Wife ran off with the

f***ing yoga teacher.

Kid...

put a bullet in his own head,

end of his second tour.

You got what it takes kid. You're

going to be wearing blue real soon.

What the f***?

What the f*** are you? What are you the

f***ing Gerber f***ing baby, boy? Huh?

What's your name son?

- Billy Heckler, sir.

- Billy Heckler, sir.

You got tits, man.

What are you in for?

- Bad grades and ditching.

- Ditching?

Ooh! Gerber's a bad ass.

Ditched a class.

They're going to love you

Gerber. F***ing Gerber.

Oh, it's funny, huh?

It's f***ing funny.

Where you from?

Huh, where you from?

- Plymouth.

- Plymouth, ooh.

Yeah, one of them

religious pricks, huh?

Guess it never answers

your prayers, huh?

What the f***? Get them

the f*** out of here.

Holy sh*t. Brad.

Either of you know engines?

Yeah, yeah. I know a little.

Let's go.

How long has it been, man?

It feels like f***ing

forever, dog. Come here.

Fill the tank.

All right.

Whew. F***ing... I can't

believe it's you, man.

It's like you were dead, man. Your

mom didn't tell anyone anything.

What are you doing here?

Couple of months went by, man,

I got busted for some stash.

You know, I was in

juvie almost nine.

F***ing this morning State social

worker doesn't like me, man.

You know what she

tells my parents...

Listen, hey. She tells

them too much fighting.

No change of behavior. Only a

matter of time before state time.

Blah, blah, blah, blah,

blah. All that sh*t.

Guess our moms are

still talking, huh?

She'll get a discount now.

What's up with you, man?

What's wrong, fool?

What are you doing here Gabe?

After everything that happened,

why are you here right now?

Nice to see you too.

What do you want me to

f***ing say to you Gabe?

- Do you know where the f*** you are?

- Oh, please. I ain't like I was...

back in the day, little b*tch and

sh*t. Yo, I'm down now. I swear.

How about you? They

letting your ass out soon?

- Soon.

- Okay, well how long's soon?

Oh, I see. You're moving

up in the world, huh?

I'm a trustee. It keeps

them off my back.

Man, you a trustee?

You been out in these

weeds all this time, huh?

I thought those a**holes in the van were

bad. Man, that Colonel is off his rocker.

It doesn't matter what I say. You

don't f***ing get it. This isn't juvie.

This isn't some drug deal on the

corner. This is something else.

All right. What the f*** do

you think I'm going to do?

Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

- You got something to say, inmate?

- No, sir.

- If I did I would have said it.

- Hey, finish up.

Good.

Lunders, what crimes

did you commit?

Underage drinking, battery and

violation of probation, sir.

What are you going to do

about that Mr. Lunders?

I'm learning to be

a better citizen.

So when I return to mainstream society

I can function as a responsible adult.

All right. Let's go. Let's go.

Come on Lunders. What the f***?

You look tired.

What the f***'s he doing?

I think he's...

probably waiting on

his boyfriend. Right?

I think so. I think so.

Sorry.

- You want some?

- That sucks.

There's a little bit

left if you want some.

Pick it up girls. Come on.

You know Holly and I were

together for a while before juvie.

She got knocked up

by some white boy.

Oh, good.

Yeah, it's pretty

f***ed up sometimes.

I mean I think about

that night a lot.

Used to see her parents around town once

in a while too. They hardly looked at me.

You're not going to do

this right now, are you?

Colonel wants a word with you.

What the f***? Right now?

They want you with the others.

If you can't do it I can probably bullshit

you into the infirmary for a few hours.

- I'll tell Jenson it's dehydration.

- Get these f***ing handcuffs off.

Listen, a kid lost his

f***ing leg here last year.

There's a big lawsuit and

this place is going to sh*t.

So, until they pull the f***ing plug you

have to play along or I can't help you.

You won't be here long.

Yeah, well you know what? I can

f***ing take care of myself.

Good, then f***ing

take care of yourself.

Did you check his papers Josh?

Who Nunez? No, I did

not check his papers.

I will ask him.

Good job. I'm sorry.

What the f***? You got a f***ing

death wish motherf***er?

- I'll take care of it. I'll handle it.

- Yeah, you handle it.

You f***ing handle it over there.

You handle your little boyfriend.

- You know what you're a lot of talk.

- Oh, yeah? I'm a lot of talk?

Yeah, f*** you. F*** you.

If it was up to me I'd treat you like

the f***ing p*ssy you are and I'd take

that armband off you and I'd beat you

down like all your f***ing friends.

Yeah, f*** you. I'm not

going to cry about it.

I'm going to beat the sh*t out

of you. You f***ing piece of sh*t.

- Let's go.

- F*** you. Let's go.

I got you Josh.

Clock this motherf***er.

Come on!

Let's go!

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