Lock Up Page #3

or did someone give you a hand with it?

- I call myself what I want, okay?

- Okay.

Killer, this is Dallas. I'm Frank.

Dallas, what do you think this is here?

- Wanna give me an idea?

- These might be peas.

They might not.

They might be toxic waste.

Who cares? It's all crap.

- Eat vegetables to grow big and strong.

- Stick your vegetables. Nobody asked.

We got 325 other killers in here.

Most, unlike you, live up to it.

Put your leg in the aisle.

Be ready to move.

Hey, nobody tells me

to do nothing, all right?

You always gotta be ready to move first.

You just might make it to first base.

First base.

There's a name for him, huh?

- It's good to be outside.

- It's cold.

It's not that bad.

It's good to keep moving.

How come you got this up attitude?

How can you be up in this joint?

It's a mindset. Your body has to

be in here, but your brain doesn't.

As long as you keep moving,

you don't become a piece of this place.

- What's that, like, guru stuff?

- Yeah.

- Maybe I should become a guru.

- You getting sarcastic?

F***ing birds.

F***ing birds don't eat in the rain.

- Yeah, well, they'll come back.

- You save your bread for me tomorrow?

Yeah, sure.

Put that on your list, okay?

Thanks.

Why you talking crazy, man?

It's a waste of time.

To you, it's a waste.

To him, it's all he's got.

That's more than you got.

In here, you gotta respect that.

You don't get much, and what you got,

you gotta protect. You know that?

You don't know nothing yet.

Come on, let's run.

- Come on, Frank.

- B*tch, b*tch, b*tch.

I'm gonna get wet.

Send you my laundry bills.

Feel something, Leone?

Wanna play? They're a man short.

Hey! I'm talking to you!

Hey, punk! When you gonna paint your

nails and answer to the name "b*tch"?

- You got a big mouth. Keep it shut.

- You f***er, I'll tear your ass off!

You wanna play? We'll play.

You talk too much. Let's play.

Goddamn right we'll play. You

and I'll play later, you little f***.

You want more, Leone? We got more

for you. Come on. Come on.

- Stay down!

- That's a cheap shot!

- What kind of game is this?

- This ain't no game. This is a lesson.

- Got something to say?

- Yeah.

- Say it! Say it!

- First down!

F*** you. That's your last one!

You're dead, Leone!

You'll never last the f***ing game!

Get in there, hit him.

Come on, get in there.

Set!

Hut-one. Hut-two. Hut-three.

I'll beat you up, man.

Frank!

Hut-one. Hut-two. Hut-three.

F*** up! Get over on that other team.

That's who you're playing for anyway.

- What took you so long?

- You need the help...

...and I need the exercise.

So call the play.

You're dead, Leone!

- Sh*t, what hit me?

- F-train, son. F-train.

Don't lay down on me now. Come on.

Come on, Leone.

Come on, you son of a b*tch!

All right,

I'm going over tackle on two.

All right, Frank!

Ready.

Set.

You're dead!

Hut-one.

Hut-two.

Go, baby!

Come on, Frank!

We did it!

Hey, come on Wiley. Come on, man!

Next time I want, you give.

Move it. Out. The game is over.

Let's go. You don't listen, do you?

- You okay? Come on. Come on.

- Put him down!

You ain't no doctor. He's on his own.

Get inside.

Real badass, huh?

See you inside, Leone.

Count time, 10 minutes. All inmates

will return to their wings for count.

Let's go, men!

You won't break me.

Still interested in the job?

Yeah, I am.

You sure know your way around

an engine. Who taught you?

This old man named Galleti.

Took me off the street

when I was 14.

Taught me that I could do something

besides hanging out on corners.

- Where is everybody?

- It's quitting time.

- Is that who you broke out for?

- Yeah. I owed him.

Tell me, what put you in the joint

in the first place?

One night these punks broke into the

garage and put a beating on Galleti.

The whole neighbourhood knew about it.

The cops knew.

But these punks were connected,

so the cops didn't do anything. I did.

So after all the smoke had cleared...

...these guys were in the hospital, and I

was doing time for aggravated assault.

- Care to join me in a little contraband?

- Why not?

I can see why they call you Eclipse.

- I do block a lot of sun, don't I?

- That you do.

I had a guy on the outside that used

to get me good Havanas. Not this crap.

But someday... Someday.

Yeah, someday.

- That's not bad.

- At least they're cheap.

Eclipse, what do you

got hiding back there?

That's my baby.

- Good bodywork.

- Call this here vehicle Maybelline.

- Hello, Maybelline.

- This is my baby.

Nice.

There it is. '65 Ford Mustang V8.

Two eighty-nine, with 225 horsepower.

- When did you last turn her over?

- She's been dead for 15 years.

Couple guys tried to get her going

and couldn't. I'm a body man myself.

- Mind if I give it a try?

- It's a dead issue.

Nothing's dead around here

until it's buried.

Save the headstone, man.

Easy, easy...

Eclipse. Nothing's dead till

it's buried. Did I tell you that?

I love it!

- A toast. Let's do the poem, all right?

- What poem?

- A toast. Let's do the poem, all right?

- What poem?

- The poem.

- It's a jailhouse poem.

- Something we all wrote.

- Excuse me.

When we're in a sober mood

We worry, work and think

When we're in a drunken mood

We gamble, play and drink

But when our moods are over

When our time has come to pass

We hope they bury us upside down

So the warden can kiss our ass

- Amen!

- I like that.

- You like that, huh?

- It's a little catchy.

This is the best.

I mean, this is good, man.

- What's wrong, man?

- Nothing.

I wouldn't smoke around this, but

it tastes as good as any dollar wine.

Check, please.

Wait.

When my moods are over

And my...

That's not it. Wait a minute.

You married,

or thinking about it, or what?

Are you proposing to me?

You're not my type.

- No, I'm not married.

- Not married?

- Plan to get married when you get out?

- Yeah, that's the plan.

- You know, I had this really nice girl.

- Yeah?

She was nice. And we were in love.

And we started talking

about getting married.

She's got three brothers, like,

about 1 percent retarded, these guys.

They throw a beating on me.

Some guys don't appreciate romance.

Don't take it personal.

She wrote me for a while.

Then it just stopped.

That's when it hit me: I ain't

ever gonna be with a girl again.

I'm gonna end up like Eclipse,

kissing pictures in magazines.

There's so many things I ain't done.

- I ain't never learned how to drive.

- What?

I ain't never learned

how to drive a car.

I hope we don't get a speeding ticket.

I'd hate to end up in jail.

Don't be a wise guy. You wanna learn

to drive? This is the best I can do.

Okay. Now cut it sharp.

That's it. All right.

Hang a left on 42nd Street. We'll go

to Broadway and check out the action.

Broadway?

We're doing circles in a garage.

Come on, First,

work here with me, okay?

You wanna stay here

or check out the action?

I wanna check out the action,

of course.

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