Lockdown Page #6

- You can't go back.

- They'll kill me.

- They gonna find me.

- Nobody's gonna find you!

They gonna find me!

Take me back to my cell!

- Take him to iso!

- Yes, ma'am.

F*** this world.

Carla Mahone. Clean Up.

Please sign in.

Step through the metal detector.

Gate's not gonna open today.

Come with me, please.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Get your hands off of me!

- Get your hands off of me!

- Cuff this b*tch!

Yo, whas up?

Nate overdosed.

He's in the infirmary.

We're gonna transfer him out

in a couple of days.

That nigga must have got tired of me

whupping his ass. I don't know.

Excuse me.

- Are you Krista Wells?

- Yes.

Your neighbour said you were here.

Is from Bernard Moss. You

might know him as Broadway.

He wrote it just before

he hung himself.

- What?

- We knew you'd want to see it.

What the f*** going on, dog?

- That b*tch say she was coming?

- She had to be here.

They wouldn't have called you

unless she was here.

- Thas right.

- That b*tch cross me...

...she'll never cross nobody else.

They busted her in processing.

She's too scared to roll over

on you.

How the f*** they knew?

How the f*** did they know?

- Nigga, it was you!

- Me?

I've been handling my business

for three years without a problem.

I bring you in,

sh*t start falling apart.

I swear to God, it wasn't me, man!

Then it was some-f***ing-body

you told.

Who the f*** did you told?

I told Avery! You asked me

to tell him!

You brought that nigga in, huh?

- Then you gonna take him out.

- What, you want me to kill him?

Thas the price you pay when

you lose something for me.

If that nigga walk off the yard

today...

...then you better hope you don't

f***ing wake up tomorrow. Understand?

- You understand me?

- Yeah, I understand you.

And don't think I don't know you been

f***ing Dana while I been locked down.

Get your b*tch ass out of here.

Rise and fly, nigga.

Is a full confession.

- Will the judge accept it?

- I believe so.

Is a dying declaration, and should

support a writ of habeas corpus.

Les go see the judge.

Okay, what have you got?

We're here to apply for the

release of Avery Montgomery.

He's a prisoner at the state facility

in Santa F.

- How you doing, man?

- All right, all right.

You know, is all over the unit.

Clean Up thinks you snitched

on him.

Yeah, I heard that.

What are you gonna do about it?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Cashmere's gonna do you

the moment you hit the yard today.

You hear me talking to you, man?

Yeah, Hill, I hear you.

I just wanted to let you know,

if it comes down to it...

...I got your back, all right?

Thanks.

But everything's gonna be

all right.

Oh, sh*t! Look out, man!

Thas for Graffiti, motherf***er!

Give me the armoury!

This is Barkley!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Come on, move it, move it!

Les go!

Come on! Keep moving!

Keep moving!

- Yeah.

- We got a riot in the yard.

- Is it contained?

- Yes, ma'am. For now.

- Where's Avery?

- Probably in the yard!

- Les go! On the move!

- Come on!

Les go! Les go!

Hustle it up! Move it! Move it!

Come on, les go! Move!

Tear gas the yard! Tear gas the yard!

Throw it down!

Gas the f***ing yard!

Put it down! Put it down!

Hill! Hill!

- So this is how is gonna be?

- Yeah, motherf***er!

And ain't sh*t

you gonna do about it.

Move it! Move it!

Get up, man.

Look, man...

You couldn't kill him, b*tch?

Now I'm gonna kill you!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Kill your b*tch ass!

I told you, motherf***er,

we scrap for ours!

Drop your weapon!

Drop your f***ing weapon!

- Put it down!

- You forgive me now? Huh?

Now!

Drop the f***ing weapon!

You forgive me now?

Drop the weapon!

Put it down now!

Yeah, I forgive you.

Take him out!

Cash.

Gate.

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