Lock Up Page #2

Move it, ace. That's my spot.

That's my spot too.

- Any spot that isn't yours?

- Nope, they're all mine.

You wanna use it, you gotta pay.

Not so fast, ace.

I'm not gonna gouge you.

That little thing around your neck,

that'll buy you a spot for the day.

- Put a f***ing hole in your heart.

- All right, break it up! Break it up!

I said, break it up! Back off!

Spread 'em. Back off!

- All right, Weber, drop the shank.

- There ain't no shank, Braden.

- All right, let's go.

- You motherf***er!

- Spread 'em, goddamn it.

- You're making a big mistake, a**hole.

- You go in the hole for carrying that.

- Where's your witness, your evidence?

Well, where is it?

- He saw it.

- He didn't.

- You saw him carrying the shank, right?

- I didn't see nothing.

- You're making a bad mistake, Braden.

- Get him the f*** out of here!

He would have put that shank in you.

What did you cover for him for?

You got your rules, we got ours.

Hey, hey, hey. I do know the face,

and I do know the name.

Hey, Frank. Frank Leone, right?

Name's Dallas.

I was in Treadmore

right before you busted out.

- You were on A-block, weren't you?

- Yeah, I was on A-block.

- Good memory.

- Treadmore doesn't have an A-block.

- Watch your feet.

- Okay, dig it.

Look, look,

I was there on transfer, man.

Less than two hours,

but I know all about you.

- You're looking at a devoted fan.

- D.T.A.

D.T.A., okay. What's that, man?

Don't trust anybody.

Words to survive by. Watch your feet.

- D.T.A.

- D.T.A.

You gotta trust somebody.

Let me hip you to the joint.

See this fat tub of sh*t?

That's Manly. His partner's Wiley.

They're sadistic pigs.

They ain't happy unless they hurt you.

I mean, if the warden wants to put

the boot to you, he uses them.

The black dude in the booth

is Captain Meissner.

Now he runs the guards, okay?

He's one bad dude.

We already met. I gotta do my work.

Okay. Okay. Cool. Cool, man.

So listen, Frank...

...when you decide to make your break,

and I know you will...

...you come talk to me.

You come talk to Dallas.

Okay? Anything you want,

anything you need, man...

...I can get it. Anything.

All right? Okay?

No way. No damn way!

No way. No damn way!

You're always crying about how you

need a man who knows engines.

I brought you the man, Homes.

Look, don't "Homes" me.

The only thing you brought is trouble.

- Come on, Eclipse.

- I heard all about you, Leone.

Whatever is between you and

Drumgoole ain't coming in here.

The boys ain't got no problem with me.

I ain't got no problem with the boys.

Come on, Eclipse.

You're making me look bad.

- I promised the dude a job. You owe me.

- I don't owe you or nobody nothing.

Hey, you! Get your face out of that

motor! Get your face out of there.

You don't know nothing about motors.

Stay away from it! Okay?

It's been a while since I've seen

an old 265 small block.

That's the last time

you're gonna see one in this shop.

Come on. Frank, we can work this out.

We're all gentlemen here.

It's his place. He knows what he

wants. It's okay. Thanks anyway.

Thanks. You made me look beautiful.

I appreciate the endorsement.

Hey, Frank. Hold up, man.

You didn't want this job anyway, man.

Greasy fingers, oil on your clothes...

- Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

- All right?

- Prison joke.

I lost my watch. Why don't you give me

a hand looking for it.

Roll your ass on out of here, man.

Officer Vazquez, you ought to

put on a few pounds. You look frail.

Frank, I meant what I said. I'm gonna

get you something good, easy, cool.

- You're gonna love it.

- Shut up. Get inside. Shut up. Inside!

Here's your sh*t from Norwood, Leone.

All right. Lock in!

Problem?

No, I got no problems.

I wanna know what's going on.

All I know is that he's in

the general population...

I don't give a damn about the general

population! I wanna know about Frank.

- I'm not leaving...

- Calm down. He's all right.

He was a model prisoner at Norwood.

Why bring him here?

Routine transfer.

- Hey, Frank?

- What?

Hey, man.

- It's hot in here, man.

- I know. But at least it's easy.

I know, man.

I'm sorry, I didn't do too good.

Walk with me. I gotta show you

something. It's important.

- No. Here, you try.

- No. Come on, man.

- You'll like it.

- I'm not into hard labour.

- It's cool. It's easy.

- Okay. There. I'm burnt out. Come on.

Come on, you're gonna love this.

Watch the steam, Frank.

I got these off this old trustee.

He did the plumbing here.

Everybody thought he was a nut.

Doesn't mean he wasn't smart.

- Come on, hurry up.

- All right, cool.

The tunnels under every cellblock,

they lead to the steam plant, okay?

I go out across the steam lines.

Dig this.

I shimmy, okay? Across the

steam pipes to the sally port, okay?

Over there, there's trucks coming

and going. I wait for my time...

...l'm on a truck that's leaving.

I'm dearly departing Dallas, man. Huh?

You're the doctor. Operate.

I want your professional opinion.

Let's run it backwards. I see these

trucks. They stop running at 9:00.

At 9:
00, the tower guards are at full

staff and all the inmates are awake.

Before you go 10 feet, every con in the

joint knows you're gone. And this thing...

...this shimmy?

- Shimmy slide.

You're gonna shimmy slide across

...running at 160 degrees

and get away with it?

You try, they'll change your name from

Departing Dallas to Deep-Fried Dallas.

- Just a thought, man.

- The thought that counts.

- I got a plane to catch. Thanks a lot.

- Hey, Dallas?

You got a cigarette?

It's my last one. Here.

Go ahead. Finish that.

It ain't much,

but it's the thought that counts, right?

Last call. Mess hall, last call.

Mess, coming up.

Looks like some delicious garbage

stew. Just like Mom used to make.

That's why I shot her.

- Can I have some gravy, please?

- You want some gravy?

- Here's your gravy.

- You got it all over my food.

- Move!

- What's your problem?

- Nothing. Move it!

- What's that kid's story?

In for murder.

Claims he was just in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Waiting while his buddy bought beer.

Didn't know the guy was packing heat.

Two guys dead. Kid's doing

the Big B*tch now: Double life.

He'll make parole when he's about 400.

Move it!

What are you, a slow study or what?

Screw that guy.

So I didn't get a chance

to make the reservation...

...so why don't we get a seat

over there.

- What are you doing?

- Taking this.

- Why don't you go take something else?

- I'll throw you through this table.

- Want some cake?

- Are you chumping off on me?

- Not hungry. Want this?

- Who are you?

Nobody. Here.

- I'm on a diet. This spot taken?

- Why don't you stand up to that dirtbag?

Shut up.

He just saved you a lot of healing.

What's your name?

Why does anybody need a name

in a joint like this?

Helps when you get mail.

Oh, yeah. I need a name?

They call me Killer.

That's original. Did you think that up,

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