Felon Page #2

- Yes, Your Honor.

Therefore, Mr. Porter,

for your conviction in count one...

...this court sentences you

to three years in state prison...

...with a credit of 97 days

already served.

- Good luck to you, sir.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

Yo, man, we caught the chain to the

motherfucking madhouse, homey.

It's like this place

is always cracking off.

Yo, my name is Jake.

They call me Snowman.

- What's yours?

- Wade.

Wade.

Yo, man, know who that f***er is,

Wade?

White dude with the mustache?

That's Danny Samson.

Dude's in the Brand.

He should be locked up

at the SHU at the Bay right now...

...but, like, the mad dog's genius,

you know?

He flies under the radar.

He's like a sleeper.

No letters, no AB tats, nothing.

Cops can't f***ing validate him.

What's the Brand?

It's the Aryan Brotherhood, man.

Yo, you better figure

your sh*t out fast, homey.

- So, what time's the game tonight?

- Five.

What are you doing?

Hiding from Jill Sanders.

She wants to fight me...

...but she's a girl.

Which one? The one in the white?

Well, she is big.

Yeah, she's huge.

Well, you tell her

you're not gonna fight, period.

So she might as well just let it go.

And if that doesn't work, then,

you know, just kick her in the nuts.

Give me a hug.

Get out of here, man.

Come on.

I'll see you later.

Hey, Todd.

You know I was kidding, right?

The weak are the ones

who can't avoid trouble.

- I know, Dad.

- All right. See you later.

Oh, man.

Yo, that f***ing toad's eyeballing you,

homey.

Got into a fight with him at county.

Didn't think it was that big a deal.

Sh*t, man, everything in here

is a big f***ing deal.

Look at someone the wrong way,

it's on.

You f***ing don't look at them,

it's on.

Do yourself a favor.

When we get down to yard...

...get down for your f***ing race,

wood.

Sling with the first monkey

who opens his mouth.

I'll back you up.

Don't you f***ing worry about it.

- It's jumping off.

- What?

We have a major 415 in the back

of the bus. Multiple inmates involved.

Have an ERT unit dispatched

and ready.

- Oh, f***!

- They got the motherfucking goons.

You found it under your seat.

Don't say sh*t.

- Rats get whacked.

- What are you doing?

Sit down and shut up. Now!

Heads down! Now!

And stay down...

...stay quiet.

Or I'll CN gas the whole f***ing bus.

Let you choke on it!

Send him to the infirmary.

Throw the rest in the hole

till we figure this sh*t out.

- Team, get them off the bus.

- Get your asses up.

- Let's go off the bus. Let's go.

- Let's go. Hurry up.

It wasn't my weapon, I swear.

- Save that sh*t.

- It was under my seat.

Jesus Christ.

What am I gonna do?

Oh, man.

Hey!

- Hey, guard!

- Shut the f*** up!

Guard, please.

Hello?

What am I gonna do?

One f***ing phone call!

Damn it, this is f***ing crazy.

Motherf***er, come on!

Please, God. Please.

I shouldn't even f***ing be in here!

Get your head off the ground, fish.

Look at me in my eyes

when I talk to you.

We know you didn't stick that inmate.

Tell us who did it and you're out of it.

I don't know.

I found the weapon under my seat.

- Somebody must've slid it on the floor.

- Bullshit.

We know it was Danny Samson.

Just admit it.

If you know,

why do you need me?

Son of a b*tch!

- I will put you in the hole...

- Come on.

- till you're f***ing an old man.

- You hear me?

- Wait.

Let me tell you about that piece of sh*t

you're covering for.

You think he'll give you love for this,

get yourself some protection, right?

Samson's a stone-cold killer

who could give a f*** about you.

Look what he did

to one of his own race.

You don't mean sh*t to him.

Look at me, boy.

When the time comes,

he will whack you.

Protect his own ass.

Is that who you looking to back?

That inmate that got stuck in the neck,

he's in critical condition.

If he dies, you're going down

for accessory to murder.

- I don't know. I don't know. I'm sorry.

- F*** it.

He wants to soldier up

with his new homeys.

Let him.

Congratulations, Porter.

You're on your way to the SHU.

That's my motherfucking house.

Let's go.

Come on. Come on, b*tch!

Come get some.

Open A Section.

Step inside.

One, two, three...

Welcome home.

One, two, three.

Look how lucky you are.

Against the wall.

What's up?

Crack 13.

Do not move, there's a f***ing gun

trained on your head.

Move to the right.

Step inside.

Close 13.

Get something straight.

We're hands-on.

You'll receive no warning shots.

I'll uncuff your first hand.

Grip the port. Understand?

Yes.

Grab the food port.

I'll uncuff your second hand.

Step away from the door.

You understand?

- Do you understand?

- Yes.

Step inside.

You're in here 23l7.

Get an hour yard time a day.

Three showers a week. That's it.

- Welcome to the SHU.

- Sixteen.

Seventeen, 18, 19.

Warden Reed at Salinas

speaks highly of you.

Adapted well, led by example.

The Army taught me a lot, sir.

Rangers, huh?

- Shock and Awe, Iraqi Freedom?

- No, sir. I just missed it.

Did most of my tour in Korea

in the DMZ.

- Any action?

- It was like watching paint dry.

NK'd look at us.

We'd look at them.

Maybe one of us would give the other

the finger. That's about it.

You'll see more than that

working in the SHU.

That'd suit me just fine, sir.

Good. Give me a minute with

the warden. I'll introduce you around.

Sure.

- Thank you, sir.

- Collins.

So, what's on your mind, Bill?

- Hear they're transferring John Smith.

- Day after tomorrow.

We're putting him

in Protective Custody with Manson?

We'll put him in here in the SHU.

Seriously, come on.

He's caused a wreck in every house

he's been in. Better off isolating him.

I'm not adding to that son of a b*tch's

celebrity. We put him there.

- That's what the SHU is for.

- Yes, sir.

Porter, yard time!

Let's go. Strip down. Pass your

clothes and shoes through the port.

Anything sharp in there?

- Nope.

- If I get cut I'm gonna f***ing hurt you.

Run your fingers through your hair.

Open your mouth.

Lift up your tongue,

roll it side to side.

Run your finger

along your gum line.

Show me behind your left ear.

Behind your right.

Show me your pits. Arms up.

Lift your nut sack.

Lift your dick.

Turn around.

Lift your right foot.

Wiggle your toes.

Move your left foot.

Wiggle your toes.

Listen carefully,

I want you to squat three times.

On the third squat...

Stop, stop, stop.

You squat three times.

Listen to my voice.

On the third squat, I want you

to spread your cheeks, cough.

- Go.

- Okay.

You're good. Get dressed.

Let's go.

F***ing fish. Jesus.

Come on.

Face the wall.

Okay, I'm just buttoning...

Step away.

Crack 13.

Back up.

Close 13.

Stop right there. Close side port.

Hands through the port.

I release this first cuff,

grab the top of the port.

I'll release the second cuff,

step away from the door.

Get in the yard.

F***ing told you, man.

Gladiator school's on.

I got 10 on Gonzales.

I got that.

Williams' gonna f*** him up.

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