Dog Pound Page #6

Go back to bed.

Give me the phone.

Let me use the phone, okay?

Calm down.

He's coming.

- Davis, what's up, kid?

- I need to use the phone, man.

Sorry, pal.

I can't let you out.

Two minutes?

I can't.

I'll give in a word to Sands

and you can call

in the morning, okay?

It has to be now.

I understand

you're feeling a little homesick,

but it's 3:
00 in the morning.

I need to talk to my mother.

- Okay.

- Please.

Try and get some sleep,

and I promise tomorrow,

everything's gonna be a lot better,

all right?

- Please...

- Back to bed. Good night.

Control, open B2.

Control, open dormitory A1.

- Hunger strike.

- Hmm.

Dead.

Dead.

- Frank.

- Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead. Dead.

Shut the f*** up, Frank.

Dead.

Dead. Dead.

Dead. Dead.

Dead. Dead.

Shut the f*** up now, Frank.

Dead! Dead!

Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!

Get out of here!

Now go to your left!

Get the f*** back there!

F*** you!

You f***er!

Sit the f*** down!

What the f*** are you doing?

Back off me!

How about you,

you motherf***er?

Sands to Control.

I want a permanent lockdown now.

I want you to neutralize this

in five minutes!

- Sands, we don't have to do this!

- Goodyear, there's no "we"!

I make the decisions around here!

You got that?

Get out of here!

Let's go!

Hey!

You p*ssy!

F***ing b*tches!

- Ow!

- Butch! Follow me!

Butch.

What, man?

Let's f***ing go, man!

No, no!

F***! No!

Oh, f***! No!

F***!

Oh! No!

Blind and riding

on the ocean's spine

No fault of mine

Drowning is what I've perfected

For all my life

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