The Stanford Prison Experiment Page #3

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Go.

5704

3401

7258

7258, you think this is funny?

Start again.

- Higher.

- Like a pretty little girl.

5704

3401

7258

I can't get that high.

819, how about you give me

a couple jumping jacks,

if you find it so funny.

Y'all find that funny?

Y'all think this is funny.

This ain't no Romper Room.

Since y'all find this

so amusing,

how about you come on out here

and give me ten jumping jacks,

all y'all at the same time?

Count 'em off.

And sing it loud and clear.

- Ten jumping jacks. Let's go.

- One, two, three

Four, five, six

Seven, eight

Nine, ten

This John Wayne guy

is remarkable.

From the second

he stepped in the yard,

he's been in complete control.

He's just doing his job.

- 5704.

- 3401.

- 1037.

- 8612.

- 2093.

- 5486.

No.

Now count it like you mean it.

- 5704.

- 3401.

- 7258.

- 819.

- 1037.

- 8612.

- 2093.

- 5486.

I want it fast,

I want it loud,

and I want it clear.

5704!

- 3401!

- 7258!

- 819!

- 1037!

- 8612!

- 2093!

- 5486!

- 4325.

That was pretty,

real pretty.

That's how

we want it done.

What are you so proud about,

7258?

Tell me the number of the dress

to the man to your right.

Don't look.

No cheatin'.

I couldn't tell you.

I tell you what.

Why don't you come out here

and give me ten

jumping jacks

after you tell me

what number that is?

4325,

tell me the number of the man

standing to your right.

Um, 5486,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Well, since

you had to look,

I want you

to step up here,

I want you to do

five push-ups,

four jumping jacks,

then eight push-ups,

then six jumping jacks

so you will

remember the name

of the man standing

to your right

and you won't have

to look next time.

Five push-ups.

There you go.

One, two, three,

four, five.

One, two, three...

Little less rattle there.

Four.

- One...

- All the way down now.

- Three...

- There you go.

- Four, five.

- That's a real man's push-up.

Six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six.

Get back in line.

Did y'all enjoy your counts

this evening?

No, sir.

Who said that?

- This one.

- 8612?

What?

You want me to lie?

Maybe you'd enjoy

a little time in the hole.

Anybody else

not enjoy their counts?

Anybody else want to be

honest here?

Good.

Hey, I, uh...

I think one of us

needs to go home.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, yeah.

We got another

two weeks of this.

We need to pace ourselves.

Fine.

Have fun down here

in the dungeons of Jordan Hall.

- See you later.

- Good night.

Hey, Phil?

You want to go

get some rest?

Uh...

No, I'm gonna stay here

a little bit more.

Come on out of there, 8612.

Get crackin', boy.

Don't none of these other

prisoners get to sleep

till you make your bed

to my satisfaction.

Go on. Nice and tight.

And I assure you,

all of those other

prisoners are real tired

from all those counts

you made 'em do.

No wrinkles now.

Oh, I hope you're not

done yet.

I think your mama taught you

to make a better bed than that.

Come on now.

Don't disappoint

your mama, boy.

Move those sheets.

Start over.

I want those corners

nice and neat.

John Wayne is a fag.

What was that, 8612?

Um, I'm sorry,

Mr. Correctional Officer?

Did you just sass me, 8612?

Um...

No? No.

- Hmm.

- No, Mr. Correctional Officer.

That's funny.

I could've sworn you did.

That's so strange.

Very strange.

You know what?

Just the same, 8612,

why don't you come on

out here in the hallway

and give me 20 push-ups?

Count 'em off

so everybody can hear them.

One, two, three, four...

- Louder.

- Five, six seven, eight...

- Nine, ten...

- Don't touch his bed, 1037.

- 11, 12...

- I see you.

13, 14...

I don't think

cell three can hear you.

15, 16, 17, 18,

19, 20.

Well, are you ready

for me, 8612?

Sure am,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

All right, now.

I don't know, 8612.

Them look like

hospital corners to you?

How you guys doing?

- Good.

- Yeah.

- Good.

- Good.

- I mean, we...

- How'd it... how'd it go?

- Not bad.

- Yeah.

Not too bad.

I mean, we...

We ran 'em pretty ragged.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You should've seen

8612's face

when I made him remake his bed

for the 12th time.

Little f***er looked at me

like I just took a sh*t

in his ice cream.

Thought he was gonna

burst out crying

right then and there.

Yeah, I mean,

he might have.

He's a pretty

emotional guy.

- Nice.

- He got pretty upset.

So they just, uh...

they let you do it?

Nobody steps in?

Well, yeah, I mean, they don't

really have a choice, you know?

Who's gonna step in?

I mean,

you know,

you're the boss man.

Hell yeah.

Wow.

They got to do

what you say.

Well, I guess we'll

have to give 8612

a little extra

attention tonight.

Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Let's go!

- Come on!

- Wake it up!

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

Hello!

Hey.

You hear that?

Get out of there.

- All right.

- Get the f*** out of bed!

- Come on!

- Man.

- We just finally got to sleep.

- Oh, no.

We slept all day for this.

Hands up.

Against the wall.

Do it.

Hey, give me that.

Now, this

is an exercise period.

Each prisoner must

complete the following:

30 jump

Turn around.

30 jumping jacks,

30 sit-ups,

30 push-ups.

It is up to

the guards' discretion

whether or not a prisoner

shall do more.

Well, hell,

let's make it 40.

Do 'em now.

Hey, you heard the man.

- F***!

- Come on!

Jumping jacks,

sit-ups, push-ups.

Get to it.

Go!

One, two, three...

Keep going!

- You only did six, 7258.

- I did at least seven.

Yeah, good.

You're finished when I say

you're finished, 819.

Get back down.

I did 40 push-ups.

That's what you

told me to do.

I did them.

I'm done.

Hey, everybody

keeps going,

unless 819 decides

to join you

for an additional 20.

What's it gonna be?

You gonna do your 20,

or are these guys gonna go

till they drop?

It's up to you.

Fine.

Fascist pig.

Two, three...

- Everybody, stop.

- Four..

- Everybody, stop.

- Six, seven...

- 819, stand up.

- Eight, nine, ten.

- 11, 12, 13, 14...

- I said stand up, 819!

15, 16, 17, 18,

19, 20, sir!

What did you just call me?

I think you heard me,

you fascist pig.

Open up the hole.

Open up the hole.

The rest of you, return

to your cells immediately,

have them neat and orderly,

and be standing by the foot

of your bed in three minutes.

Go now.

Not bad,

not bad.

Is this your bunk.

8612?

Yes, it is,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Why don't you make up

your bunk, 8612?

I did,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Oh, really?

Well, that's not

what I see.

What the f***, man?

I just made that!

What was that?

What just happened?

F***.

He...

You sh*t bag.

- You...

- Take him, take him, take him.

Put him in the f***ing hole.

- Get in the goddamn hole.

- Oh, 819's already in the hole.

Put him in the hole!

Should I get Zimbardo?

Just put him in the hole!

Just do it.

Uh...

Let's just...

see what happens here.

You just hit him.

You're not supposed to hit him.

Clean up his bed.

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