The Free World Page #2

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make sure about that.

- What's all the noise about,

Martin?

- Oh, I was exercising.

- Go that hard, huh?

Sh*t.

My lovely Latina partner's

gonna take a look around,

make sure you're not making

lampshades out of ladies

in the back room someplace.

- Doesn't look like you're big

on lampshades, actually.

The Cyclops!

The Beast of Angola.

You're a damn legend, son.

Tore a lot of fellas up

on the inside, huh?

I heard even them

gang-bangin' n*ggers

wouldn't go near the Cyclops.

That's impressive.

White as you are.

Very impressive...

Martin.

- It's Mohamed.

- You're a real

Movie of the Week,

aren't you, boy?

You got an animal in there,

Mr. Mohamed?

- He's just a dog

from the shelter.

Been workin' down there.

- Okay.

- You like dogs?

- I'm allergic.

- I love 'em.

Bring it out, let's see it.

- No, she's sleeping now.

- Wake it up.

Come on.

- Come on, Eric, I'll be

sneezing all damn day.

- Naw, she needs to sleep now.

- I said wake it up.

- That's a sick dog,

right there.

- Wake it up, boy!

- It's just an old dog, sir.

She's sick.

- Eric.

You have a nice day,

Mr. Lundy.

- Ma'am.

- Come on.

Come on, now, they're gone.

I was just making dinner.

- I see.

Uh, come on out.

Come on.

- Thank you.

- It's all right.

- Mo, look at this.

- Right now. Melanie?

- Details are still unfolding.

But police say they're

dedicating...

- He was just here.

- All available resources

to the investigation

of Long's murder

and the search for his wife.

They do consider Doris Long

a person of interest,

and they're not ruling out

the possibility

that she could be a suspect

or another potential victim.

- Was she with him when he came?

- Devastated', though,

by Sergeant Long's loss.

And they say he Was-

- God, I don't even know.

- We're following this story

closely, of course,

and will bring you live updates

as more details become

available.

- Poor thing.

Hope she's okay.

- Melanie Herbert-

- Paperwork right there for ya.

- Mm-hmm.

- I can't sleep.

Just keep thinking about

Charlie, and...

I just can't sleep.

Did you just move in

or something?

Not a lot of furniture

or anything.

- Did you have enough of it?

- I sure did.

- Mm.

Now he's dead.

Do you want me to go?

I can go.

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- I still wake up

and think I'm there.

With the cracks in the ceiling

and the footsteps...

And the heavy curtains.

But I'm not.

I'm here with these

white walls...

Where I can breathe.

And there are no mistakes.

Just relief.

- Nobody wanted it.

Give it a try.

- You want me to sit in it?

- Yeah, go on.

- Yeah, it's nice.

Hey.

I wanted to ask

about Charlie, my dog.

Is he okay,

or did he-

He probably didn't

make it, did he?

- Yeah, he's okay.

- Really?

Oh, that's great.

That's good.

I was really sure

he wasn't gonna make it.

Where's your dog?

- Oh, it's just for dogs

I bring home from the kennel.

- Oh.

That's nice.

- You finished with this?

- Sorry.

It's my fault what happened

to Charlie, 'cause...

he was trying to protect me.

- Ain't your fault.

Your husband...

I've known a lot

of men like him.

And they don't stop.

- So, the bed in the closet,

is that for a dog, too?

No, that's me-l don't really

care too much for open spaces.

- You sleep in the closet?

- Yeah.

- You fit in there?

- Yeah.

- Excuse me, y'all,

I'll be right back.

- That's better than

prison chow, huh'?

You know, I had one of those

Nutraloafs once on a dare.

What you all call that inside?

"Confinement loaf"?

Whoo!

That's something awful.

You know, I always thought

it was cruel and unusual

to put all that mushy, wormy

food together in a pile of sh*t

and call that dinner.

- What is it that you want?

- What do I want?

Oh, you don't want to

know what I want.

What I would like

is to ask you some

questions about a dead cop.

My boss said leave you alone.

He said that

you been through enough.

Yeah, he and I don't

agree on much.

I'll see you soon.

- Why do you do that?

- To be clean in front of God

when I pray.

- Sounds beautiful, the praying.

- Thank you.

- Did you grow up doing that?

- Naw.

I learned this in prison.

- Why not Jesus?

- The Christians...

they always wanted me

to confess something.

I didn't have

nothin' to confess.

Islam never asked that of me.

- Islam.

What does that mean?

- Uh, it means "surrender."

- Why are you helping me?

If I get caught...

you go back to prison, right?

- Probably, yeah.

- Well, I don't

want that to happen.

So I should go.

- No, you can stay.

You-you stay.

Okay.

- My Lord, please forgive me.

Allahu akbar.

Allahu akbar.

Allahu-

Sorry, does this bother you?

- Mm-mm.

You got me clothes.

- Yeah.

I don't know much about 'em.

- It's perfect.

- Good, I figured

you gonna need 'em.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- If you want to sleep in the

closet, it's okay with me.

- You sure about that?

- Mm-hmm.

- Appreciate it.

- Mr. Lundy.

You're a hard man

to get on the phone.

Yeah, you're a hard man

to get, in general.

Oh, it's not smart

puttin' your back on me.

Should've learned that inside.

- What's this?

- Linda, right?

- I don't have to

tell you anything.

- Not sure that's true.

- This is a private business.

Unless you got a warrant

or some reason to be here,

you ain't welcome.

- You know why

they call him Cyclops?

- Warrant.

- Yeah, the Aryan Brothers

gave him that name

when he took his

cell mate's eye out.

Said he kept it.

17 years old.

Monsters don't grow up, Linda.

They just hide in the closet

until they get hungry.

- You put a kid in that

gladiator school

with all them animals.

What you expect?

- Justice.

- He's peaceful now.

That's all that matters.

- Hmm.

I'm just gonna poke around here

and ask Mr. Lundy

a few questions.

I could come back

with a warrant.

- Mohamed's been through

enough, is all.

- I'm just doin' police work.

- Be quick.

Real quick.

- Boss said I could

poke around a little.

You really love that

"right the remain silent," huh?

Oh, come on, Martin.

You know I'm not going anywhere

until we have a little chat.

We could do that right here,

or we could go

down to the station.

You know Doris Long?

- No.

- Yeah, I didn't think so.

Makes sense you don't

know each other.

The funny thing is, we lose

her trail right around here

after the night of the murder.

Like someone

was waiting for her.

And that John.

Oh, he was not

well-behaved.

A bit of a hothead.

Nobody liked him.

Someone a girl

might want to get rid of.

Girl that felt trapped.

No hope.

No place to go.

Friends always lookin'

the other way.

Probably lasted for years.

And someone had to

help her, right'?

Maybe someone

who didn't like cops much.

Somebody who put a prison guard

in a coma for two months.

Permanent brain damage.

Hey, you remember that, Martin?

Hmm?

Remember his name?

Hmm?

Remember?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

- That f***in' pig starved me!

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