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It's pretty cool, huh?

What are you gonna do with it?

Get the hell outta here.

You might have to mess up

some of the staff.

You really feel sorry

for them people?

Think normal people wake up one day and

decide they're going to work in prison?

They're perverts...

every last one of them.

Any of them fuckos get in my way,

I'm gonna make them wish they hadn't.

Do you like that?

I'll make out with you...

but no f***ing.

I'm straight.

Okay, you two.

Your Honor, it's obvious

my client is an unstable child.

"Nearly illiterate,

emotionally immature,

prone to impulsivity,

unpredictable..."

Your Honor, she is charged

with a gruesome crime.

Counselor, please.

It goes on to say

she should be tried as an adult.

She will be tried as an adult.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Jury selection will commence

on June 8 at 10:
00 a.m.

Are we leaving?

What are y'all lookin' at?

F*** all y'all.

F*** you, chipmunk face,

and your f***in' skipper wife.

I see here that you and Vanessa were

arrested together twice in two years.

Yeah.

We needed money. We thought

it would be grown-up turning tricks

on Warren Avenue

outside the Snack-N-Shop.

Except we got pinched

in five minutes. B*tch.

You two were engaged in acts

of prostitution in the sixth grade?

We were only gonna

jack 'em off is all.

Did you ever see Vanessa

act in an overtly hostile way

to an actual human being?

You mean like blow somebody's

brains out all over the place?

- You think that's funny?

- Yeah.

What about her boyfriend

who passed away?

It was pretty exclusive.

Okay, Cherry, that'll be all for now.

Thank you.

I know she's blowing it

over him.

Well, what do you know?

- She's a coal-burner.

- What's a coal-burner?

It means her boyfriend's black.

Are you surprised?

- Aren't you?

- You know, Mike...

every kid we've spoken to

about this Lutz girl...

seems to hold her

in very high regard.

Look at her friends. They're

the most f***ed-up kids I've ever seen.

- Still, something just doesn't...

- What?

- I gotta go back to the crime scene.

- It's two-and-a-half hours away.

Wallace!

Go. Get it out of your system.

Go on.

Diamonds on the back, ladies.

Diamonds on the back.

I'm going to get some jerky.

Stay in line!

Don't forget to wash

your hands now, ladies.

Do you think that

little guard's cute?

I guess.

Yeah, sort of punky.

Better watch out 'cause it's gonna

get crazy in here in a second.

You gonna cut up that cute guard?

- If he gets in my way, I will.

- Well, you're stupid...

if you think you can

get past both them.

What the f*** do you care

what happens to me?

I'm here on double murder, okay?

In two years, I'm gonna be 18.

I'm going to be sent to Frontera for

20 years, so why shouldn't I help?

Because two heads

are a lot f***in' better

than one head.

Hurry up in there, ladies.

- Come on, now.

- All right.

- Don't you f***in' breathe!

- Vanessa.

- I'm dead serious. What did I say?

- Where did the hack go?

He-he went to get...

a beef treat, Mesquita.

- And he'll be right back.

- Shut up.

- You can't get by the both of us.

- Shut up!

- Think about it...

- Shut up!

- My sister Brenda thinks you're cute.

- I do not.

- You do too.

- Where's Mrs. Cullins?

I don't know.

Who told you you could fight?

- You didn't have to kill me.

- What?

- You didn't have to kill me!

- I didn't, you dirty little pervert.

Gimme your goddamn car keys

before I cut your pecker off.

That won't feel very good,

will it?

- He sure is bloody.

- I still think he's cute.

Move the f***in' leg, man!

- Move your f***in' face!

- Mesquita, I'd really like to go now.

Good night, everybody!

My homeys are here, Vanessa.

I missed you so much.

You smell the same.

- What happened?

- I was playing with ketchup.

This is...

my little bunkie Vanessa.

Quiere un carro. Okay?

And don't you worry, Cacahuete.

Everything will be all right.

All right.

- You look pretty.

- Thanks.

So... you won't think

I sound all feminist and sh*t.

It's like...

the one thing that I learned

in jail is that...

girls gotta help out

other girls, you know?

Especially convict girls 'cause...

if they don't,

they oughta be f***ing dead.

- Know what I mean?

- I hear what you're sayin'.

Need me to drop that off

anywhere?

No. The owner, he won't mind.

Badass.

You're going to need this, girl.

Oh, Mesquita, you already done

too much for me.

This ain't even $20. This bomb's

a total gas hog. Don't be stupid.

You know what I really need

is a gun.

You gonna give her my juguete.

I'll get you another one, pendejo.

I'll get you a cellular too

and a beeper.

I'll get ahold of your ass.

Watch out for the pigs, Vanessa.

Yeah, I'm sorry

for busting your nose that time.

I was just real upset that day.

Oh, that hurt.

I'm all trying to work it...

so I can get you to put out

with me later on.

I guess I went about it

pretty dumb, huh?

Mesquita, I'd put out for you

any day of the week.

I only do that in lockup.

Come here.

Good morning, Mrs. Wolverton.

- Have you found her?

- No, we haven't.

- I don't think you're in any danger.

- Oh, really.

Well, your life hasn't been ruined

by this little monster, has it?

Is your husband here now?

No. He's at St. John's

doing his physical therapy.

Now what the hell

are you doing here?

Go over to the hospital and escort

Mr. Wolverton back here, please.

Why?

Mrs. Wolverton,

I have a search warrant here.

- What?

- If you would just sign anywhere.

I'm not signing anything.

Steve, make note that Mrs. Wolverton

refused to sign the search warrant.

- I don't believe this.

- So noted.

Take care of downstairs.

And make sure you check out

the garage, backyard, everything.

What's this all about?

Mrs. Wolverton, certain evidence

has come to light,

which we are duty bound

to investigate.

- What sort of evidence?

- I would prefer to discuss it...

in the presence of your husband,

if you don't mind.

There's a...

There's a storage shed out back.

I'm going to take a look.

You wouldn't happen

to have the key, would you?

- F*** you.

- Didn't think so.

Robert Wolverton. Correct.

Age 32.

Yeah, forensics is on its way.

Tony found some remains.

Human, animal... Who knows?

Mrs. Wolverton...

were you aware

your husband had mental problems?

Those...

Those were...

Those were child...

Children?

Yes.

Just like the Lutz girl we've been dying

to see get strapped in the gas chamber.

- Will you ease up on her?

- F*** her!

Jesus.

Por favor.

Gracias.

Hey, ladies!

Donde estan los chicos?

Sexo!

Sexo!

Yeah, muy bueno.

Want to score, baby?

Come on.

F*** you too.

Hey, babe.

Ooh, me so horny.

Yeah, what about now?

F*** you too.

Back again, huh?

Want to f***?

How much?

Depends on what you're into.

Do you suck cock?

Sure. I can do that.

I just wanna get sucked.

All right. Find us an alley and I'll

take care of you where you're sitting.

I'll pay $25.

I can live with that. Let's go.

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