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Well, I don't like being called

a natural-born whore. So there.

- Sit down.

- No!

He's talkin' to me

the way that f***in' guy did!

Is that why you shot him? Or because

you wanted what was in his wallet?

I already told you why I shot him,

you sh*t-skinned motherf***er.

Fine, you f***in' coon!

I'll kick your black ass

all over this f***in' station!

Shithead.

You okay, Mike?

- Why'd you call him those names?

- 'Cause he didn't say he was sorry...

and I knew it would piss him off.

Now, how 'bout that phone call?

Come on, come on.

I need another quarter.

Come on!

Hey, Mrs. Wood.

Is Chopper there?

Holy sh*t!

Look who got beat

with the ugly stick!

Is that you, Bob?

I can't believe such a little gun could

make such a big mess out of someone.

Are you out of your mind?

You are so ugly, Bob!

You know it's gonna cramp

your style big-time. You know that?

Especially with little Miss Priss

over there.

And, hey, I heard you have

one of them big poop bags.

It's attached to your body

and all your sh*t lands in it.

You are a big old sh*t bag,

ain't you, Bob?

You think of me every time you empty

that f***in' thing, motherf***er!

Quiet! Stay there.

All right.

One more word, young lady,

and you're going to be gagged.

The People versus

Vanessa Julia Lutz.

Your Honor, due to

the heinous nature...

of this crime and the defendant's

obvious lack of remorse,

the State moves

that Vanessa Julia Lutz

be tried as an adult.

Your Honor, my client

is an illiterate child.

- One only has to look at her...

- I've had my look, counselor.

And I've been listening too.

I'm going to direct Youth Authority to

prepare a report on the defendant's...

suitability to be tried as an adult.

Hello there, ladies.

Welcome to Bridgewater.

I'm Mrs. Cullins,

and if you follow me,

I'll show you to your beds.

Who am I, am I the type

to leave you where you're standing

Damn right

so watch the way you're acting

Put you under a microscope

and watch you from afar

Rattle up your nerves

in every type of war

Staring out the window 'cause you're

paranoid thinkin' I'm gonna get ya

I got your mind

playin' tricks on you

Venus, this is yours, number eight.

And Vanessa...

number 12.

Hello, Rhonda.

Hey, Mrs. Cullins.

Say hello to Vanessa.

Vanessa, this is Rhonda.

How you doing?

I was hoping

that you could show Vanessa

around the craft shop later.

I can't.

See, I'm on...

I'm on restriction.

Rhonda, what did you do

this time?

Mrs. Joiner said...

that I was touching Wanda Z.

All inappropriate.

Rhonda.

I swear!

So, who'd you kill?

What makes you think

I killed somebody?

'Cause they got you wearin'

one of them orange murder suits.

Only the shooters wear

them things.

Actually, I left him for dead...

but he pulled through.

I'm here for huffin' paint.

They put you in here for that?

Durin' the strip search...

they found this gram of tar

in my cooch.

Do you like tar?

No. Heroin's way too gnarly for me.

I don't get...

how a person

could go through their whole lives

never being into girls.

I just... I love girls.

You can keep 'em.

You don't know what you're missing.

Chola alert.

- How many?

- Three.

But you only gotta worry

about one.

Oye.

Cockerbunny.

They got you to cheat school

or what?

B*tch.

I'm f***in' talkin' to you, man.

My name is Vanessa Julia Lutz.

Say it! C*nt!

415, inmates only, module 1700.

Say my name before

I break your goddamn neck!

B*tch!

Stick it in her.

Stick it in her!

Break it up!

Hey! Let go of me!

Get her to the infirmary!

- Oh, dear.

- Right in there.

This isn't going to hurt

a bit, sweetie.

And afterwards, you can have

a nice little nap.

We can remove those

pesky restraints now.

Get off me!

Hi, honey.

- Grandma?

- Here I am.

- Hi, honey.

- Grandma?

Grandma?

Vanessa Julia Lutz.

Inmate shows no remorse

for her crimes.

Inmate is combative.

Refuses to accept responsibility

for her actions.

Recommendations:

This inmate appears to be

a sophisticated criminal...

and an extreme danger

to society,

and should be required to pay

the penalty for her actions...

in a facility for adult criminals.

Diagnosis:

antisocial personality disorder.

Prognosis:

very poor.

Recommendations:

Oh, this individual is probably

too far gone

to benefit from corrective

behavior modification

of the kind offered

in a setting for juveniles.

Hello, Vanessa.

Do you think you can join

the rest of us now?

If nobody gives me

no more problems.

We need to put an end to the system

that lets dangerous, violent thugs...

be prosecuted as juveniles,

rather than as adults,

even when they have committed

the most vicious crimes.

Hi, this is Janice Miller

of Inside View.

We're here with Mr. Robert Wolverton

and his wife Mimi Wolverton...

at their home in Orange County.

Would you describe some

of the hardships

you've had to endure

since this ordeal began?

My husband's been

permanently disfigured.

How can he work

with children again?

His appearance...

Well, it frightens them.

He's unable to have

sexual relations.

You're saying your husband

is no longer capable...

of achieving an erection?

That part of our lives is over now.

What makes me so angry

is how that little monster ridiculed us

during her preliminary hearing.

And the media.

How dare the media talk about

how horrible her life is.

What about us?

Psychopath. She's been locked up,

nine, ten times?

Why was she ever let back out

on the streets again?

If the teenager who allegedly

shot your husband were here,

what would you say to her?

Was it worth the $ 300

she stole from him?

Are you bitter...

Mr. Wolverton?

Well, Janice...

after all the wonderful letters

that we received

from across the country...

My neck may not function,

but I have not lost my smile.

No, I'm not a bitter man.

I know there's a lot of people

looking for some real-life heroes.

I think I found a few.

Their courage is a real inspiration.

Stay tuned for an unusual story

about a couple of sweltering

polar bears in Texas.

Holy sh*t.

It's okay.

Want me to go get you

some party punch?

No, I ain't thirsty.

You're all wigged out, huh?

I get all these bad nightmares

once I get out of isolation.

God...

I am so happy to get out.

I mean, I can't...

I can't even sleep at all...

let alone have nightmares.

For me, it's like I get

all shrunk down.

I don't get what you mean.

It's like I get like a cat

or a dog or somethin'.

You can tell I'm just like

they all are.

If I get in the hole much longer,

I'm gonna be like this hermit...

shunning all human contact.

Scared-like.

It's like that song says,

Vanessa.

People need people.

I ain't so sure about that,

Rhonda.

What is it that you think

that you need?

I'll tell you.

Back in the hole, I decided

all I need to live was my will...

and a knife's good too,

so you don't feel

so at the mercy of events.

- Wow. You made this?

- Yeah.

My stepfather Larry showed me how.

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