Felon Page #5

My Maria's birthday.

The first day she walked.

And the day they were taken

from me.

And that empty box,

what's that one?

This is...

...the day we're reunited.

You writing your girl?

Yeah, I'm trying.

I'm just running out of things to say.

Now...

...you said...

...you've been together six years.

How come you haven't married her

before now?

I just wanted to be set first.

You know?

Just wanted to give her

some stability...

...something neither of us had

growing up.

Boy, you sure f***ed that up,

didn't you?

Yeah, you could say that.

Hey, John.

You think Samson

will keep his word?

Oh, just don't give him a reason

not to.

You're an island now,

in a sea of sharks.

They all know you're on your own.

Come on. Finish it off good.

Let's go.

Come on.

This is the last one, buddy.

- Yeah.

- Come on.

Yeah.

Make them practice hard, coach.

Come on.

Todd's amazing.

Come on, Todd. Big T.

You know, I was thinking

maybe we should cool it for a while.

Cool what?

You know, stick to CDC policy.

Do it by the books just for a while.

That bureaucratic bullshit

does not work. You know this.

Of all people, you should know this.

Just those f***ing yard cameras,

they pick up everything.

All it takes is for one person

to get a hold...

Those cameras are there

to police ourselves.

Ain't nobody checking nothing.

Nothing.

Where is this coming from?

I just don't want us to lose everything

we worked for, Bill.

I mean, I'm too close to my pension.

And I don't wanna lose it

over some punk inmate, f***ing...

Wait. Stop. How much money

you make in OT last year?

- How much money did you make?

- Sixty-eight grand.

- On top of a good salary?

- Yes. Yes.

You know, there's a reason why we're

the highest paid officers in the state.

Because all they give a sh*t about...

...is that we keep those pieces of sh*t

out of society.

And ain't nobody gonna burst that

bubble, baby. Nobody. Okay?

- You just keep doing it.

- All right.

- Trust me, all right?

- All right.

Come on, Todd.

Coming around. Come on, coach.

Make them hustle.

Stop!

Wade?

Stay in the house.

- I said, stop.

- Wade.

Bad dream?

You ever think about

the people you killed?

No.

Can't get this guy's face

out of my head.

I should have stayed inside,

let him go.

No.

You did what you had to do.

Protect your family.

That's the only thing that matters.

Can I ask you something?

Why didn't you just kill

the two guys?

Why the others?

Sorry.

No.

You don't have to tell me.

You sleep three feet away

from a guy...

...breathing the same air...

...you have to know things

about him.

And when your life is forever

defined by a single action...

...it changes time.

It feels like a thousand years ago

in my body...

...but in my mind...

...it feels like it happened yesterday.

You know that feeling when you come

home and see your wife and kid?

Yeah.

Try to imagine the unimaginable.

When I came home...

...and saw them lying there...

...exposed.

Covered in blood.

My little Maria's broken legs

were spread so far apart...

...they dislocated her hips.

She was 7 years old.

I wanted those two...

...punks...

...to experience what I did.

I wanted them to know

the unimaginable...

...and I gave them that.

I killed every member

of their families.

Their bloodline wiped clean.

I took their madness.

I purified it.

Before I killed them,

they knew that loss.

I wanted the death penalty

but I didn't get it.

I wanted to be with my Anne

and my Maria.

And that doesn't give

those motherfuckers the right...

...to break me.

It does give them the right

to watch me...

...rot.

Hey.

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I can't believe

it's been 11 months already.

All I think about

is holding you again.

I was hoping you'd bring Mikey.

Yeah, I would have but he had

some nightmares after the last visit...

...so I thought it'd be better

to leave him at home.

Yeah, you're right.

He probably shouldn't see

this place ever again, anyway.

Yeah.

So we sold the house.

Okay. The full 425, right?

No. We closed at 380.

What? Three-eighty. Sh*t, Laura.

With all the equity gone in the house,

you're gonna barely make $ 10,000.

How're you gonna...?

Don't think I haven't thought of that?

Maybe you should have done it.

Hey, I'm the one stuck doing time,

remember?

You think I'm not doing it too?

You're in there hanging

with your homeboys...

...l'm dealing with the f***ing mess

called our life.

Your tools are gone.

Your truck, gone.

Our house, Wade, is gone.

Meanwhile, I'm working

this piece of sh*t temp job.

I barely see Michael.

I get to live with my mother...

...and listen to all her bullshit...

...while everyone we know

stares at me in pity.

All right. Calm down. Okay?

I'm sorry.

I know you're dealing with a lot.

But you have no idea the sh*t

that goes on in here.

What I've had to do just to survive.

No. Tell me because I don't know.

I can't.

- F*** you, Wade.

- No.

Don't go, Laura, please.

Please, just sit back down!

Please!

You wanna know the secret

to making it in here?

Routine. Just like on the outside.

Get up in the morning.

Eat your breakfast.

Do your chores. Exercise.

Go to work.

Everything, you do it down

to the last detail.

This is the only prisoner.

Still thinking about your girl?

The visit?

You should have seen her face,

man.

I couldn't do a f***ing thing

about it.

I've seen it mess with a lot of guys.

You leave that visit on a bad note,

it stays that way.

Keep moving.

She's everything to me, man.

If I don't have her or Michael...

- I'm so done with this sh*t.

- Come on, motherf***er.

- Here we go. This is gonna be a brawl.

- Can't wait.

- F*** that, motherf***er.

- I'm not fighting you, man.

Hold that motherf***er. Come on.

Get him. Get that...

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Yeah, f***. F*** that motherf***er.

- You guys called me up here for this?

- Clear the room.

You heard the lieutenant. Get out.

You wanna f*** with me?

Put him in the infirmary.

If I debrief, I wanna be put in PC

for the rest of my term.

Or I'm f***ing dead.

You give me everything.

Everything.

You're in protective custody at night.

Speak.

And to think, 19 years

I've been dealing with you a**holes.

Pushing me. Testing me.

Hell, I've had six hits put on me

personally that I know about.

Imagine the stress every day...

...wondering if today's the day

they get you.

People wonder why prison guards...

...have an average life expectancy

of only 55 years.

Well, that won't be me.

I don't succumb to pressure.

I inflict it.

Jesus Christ. Please. Please!

- I'm begging you. I'm begging you.

- So tell me. Tell me.

Please, lieutenant. I'm sorry.

And if I let this slide,

what's the next a**hole gonna pull?

I guess I gotta put

a little more fear in you.

- Up the ante.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please, God.

You know what?

I think I got a better way.

You know that inmate

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