The Experiment Page #2

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This is a f***ing spot.

Gentlemen, they're waiting inside.

You mind if I just grab my bag?

There's some stuff in there that I need.

You'll have everything you need inside.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

The next two weeks

will be a new experience for you.

Now as I said before,

some of you will have no civil rights.

Do not underestimate that.

If any of you wanna leave,

now is your last chance.

No?

Good.

Again, your safety is

our number one priority.

If there is any violence, any at all,

the experiment

will be immediately terminated.

Clear?

Now, when I call your name, please stand.

Dernier, Bosch,

Helweg, Sandberg,

Chase, and Barris.

Good.

So the rest of you,

please stand up and follow the yellow line.

- Later, pal.

- Good luck, gentlemen. And I thank you.

So what do you think, Girl Scouts?

Prisoners or guards?

I think we just got our answer.

Nothing is to come or go from the cell block.

Nothing from the outside world.

If you look in your lockers,

you will see a printout with the five rules

that the prisoners are to follow at all times.

Please read them aloud with me.

"Rule number one:

"Prisoners must eat three meals a day

and all food must be consumed.

"Two:
There will be 30 minutes of rec daily.

"Three:
Prisoners are allowed only

in prisoner-designated areas.

"Four:
Prisoners must speak

only when spoken to.

"And five:
Prisoners must not touch

the guards under any circumstances."

Those that break the rules

must be punished commensurately.

What does "commensurate" mean?

This experiment is not about individuals.

If any one person leaves, it's over.

If a prisoner does break the rules,

you will have 30 minutes to choose

proper disciplinary action.

If you fail to do so,

that red light will come on,

the experiment will be terminated,

and you will not get paid.

- What did you say?

- You either maintain strict order,

or you don't get paid.

I will see you in two weeks.

- Sorry, man.

- For what?

- All this.

- Don't sweat it.

All right, turn around. Gotta do the front.

What? Nobody else had to turn around.

What's the problem, Boy George,

you afraid we gonna see that

you got no dick?

- F*** you.

- Hey, man. Quit being a fag, huh?

Maybe if we drop the soap...

All right, girls. Everyone on the line!

- Which one?

- I don't know.

That one. That line.

- How you doing?

- Gotta be honest,

you guys are the most suck-ass guards

I've ever seen.

Yeah, well, you can blow me

and the entire state of Kentucky.

Kentucky?

All right, look, we gotta stop f***ing around

or they might end this thing

before it even begins.

I didn't come all the way out here

not to get paid.

"From now on inmates will be addressed

only by their inmate numbers."

That's awesome.

Wow.

The only other thing

that you girls need to know

is, "Prisoners will find cell assignments

attached to each cell."

- Are we supposed to do that?

- Yes, Tinker Bell.

- Now?

- Yes.

Now run along. Run along, find your homes.

- Okay.

- Going.

- Okay, guys...

- This ain't a love-in. Get moving.

Waiting for a bus? Come on!

Hey, Travis.

Seventeen.

Seventy-seven.

Wow, I feel dangerous

just wearing this outfit.

- You look dangerous.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you are massively

messing with me, right?

- No.

- No?

- Benjy Putterman.

- How you doing? Travis.

Novelist.

- Novelist, huh?

- Graphic novelist, actually.

- Comics.

- Graphic novels.

Oh, my God, I'm gonna get so much material

from this place.

- This is ripping!

- Yeah.

Ripping.

So, what drew you to this experiment?

Cash-dollars.

My mother.

It was her idea?

She broke her hip,

I needed to pay the rent.

Do you live with your mother?

Yes.

And how old are you?

Forty-two.

So, what drew you

to this experiment, Mr. Chase?

P*ssy. P*ssy drew me to the experiment.

It's a male-only experiment, Mr. Chase.

It's the p*ssy I'm gonna get

with the 14 grand once I'm done.

How many sexual partners have you had?

I lost track when I was, like, 17.

Were they male or female?

Female.

So, what drew you to

this experiment, Mr. Nix?

I'm just trying to make an honest buck, man.

Escape.

Come on, you big boy.

Throw it down.

Seventy-seven.

- Flying Man?

- No.

You guys go ahead.

Oh, hell no. These knees are busted.

Hey, how about it, redwood? Throw it down?

- Wait.

- Oh, my God. Is he okay?

- I'm sorry.

- F***.

- Bosch, you all right?

- I'm all right.

- Let's get you out of here.

- I thought he was looking.

- Come on.

- I did.

- You all right, big man. You all right.

- It's all right. It was an accident.

It's all right.

What the f*** was that guy thinking, huh?

I'm okay. I'm okay. He didn't mean it.

- Sure you're all right?

- It's just a bloody nose.

Let's just go back to work. Please.

I don't know.

- I think we gotta do something.

- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about rule number five.

Prisoners are not supposed to touch us.

Well, technically, he didn't touch us.

The ball did.

Look at your face, man.

I mean, we all heard what they said.

We gotta keep the order.

Respond commensurately.

They saw it. They know it was an accident.

- I agree.

- Are you sure about that?

Look, I just don't want that light

to come on in 30 minutes

because we didn't do what

we were supposed to do.

- I got 14 grand on the line.

- Yeah, we all got 14 grand on the line.

Come on.

We're not talking about

crucifying the man here.

The word's commensurate.

Which means,

if what the man did was small potatoes,

we respond in kind.

Small potatoes for small potatoes.

Either that,

or we wait till that light goes on.

Push-ups, ten.

Do them now.

I just need a little civility, that's all.

It was an accident.

This is not a f***ing negotiation.

Do the push-ups.

Just a little civility, brother. Just a little.

All right, everyone, ten push-ups.

You heard the man. Let's go.

Do it! Come on, do it!

Yeah, follow your little brother.

There we are.

Count them out.

- One, two, three...

- One, two, three...

...four, five, six...

...four, five, six...

...seven, eight, nine, ten.

...seven, eight, nine, ten.

What did that tell you, huh?

Tater Tots for Tater Tots.

And you, you ought to be a cop, dude.

- Looked more like a drill sergeant to me.

- Yeah.

Like that guy out of Full Metal Jacket.

- "Give me 20, maggot!"

- F*** you.

I'm almost embarrassed for them,

to be honest.

You know, stepping and fetching like that.

Has it been 30 minutes yet?

Just.

I guess we got our verdict.

I'm not mad, you know?

At them.

They keep making us do push-ups like this,

we'll be all swoll.

All of us are.

You know, get paid and get in shape.

- You got a girl, 17?

- No.

What about you?

- I'm at the start of something.

- Yeah?

Me too. Feels good, doesn't it?

- Good and bad.

- Mine's a barista.

Wouldn't think a guy like me

could pull a barista, would you?

What exactly do you write, anyway?

- Comics.

- Graphic novels.

Yeah, Flying Man's my next big launch.

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