The Stanford Prison Experiment Page #4

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You're not supposed

to hit him.

You hear me, 1037?

Fix his bunk.

You got two minutes.

You hear me?

Don't talk back.

You fix that

nice and neat now.

What happened out there?

That guy f***ing hit me

with his nightstick.

He hit you?

They're not allowed to do that.

Well, I did grab

his throat first, but,

I got to tell you,

it felt good.

It felt really good.

I... I really don't think

that's the way to go.

Bullshit.

If we can convince the others,

the odds favor us, man.

It's what they'd do

in a real prison.

Wait, what are you...

No talking, 8612!

Sh*t and fall in it,

motherf***er!

Think about it.

There's only ever three of them.

There's nine of us.

How many more of us

can they throw in here?

All right, everybody.

Mealtime's over.

I want you to wash your dishes

and return to your cells.

Come on.

5486,

said mealtime's over.

No, not...

not until I get my glasses.

Don't be a pain in the ass.

I said mealtime's over.

Get up.

I said I want my glasses.

- Get him up.

- All right.

- Get up.

- No.

- No.

- Get up.

- Get up.

- F*** you.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Give me my glasses!

Let go of the table.

We'll talk about

your glasses.

Will you just give me

my glasses?

I get really bad headaches.

I'm not gonna f***ing...

- Come here!

- Give me my f***ing...

- Get Zimbardo.

- I'll get Zimbardo.

Lock him up.

Everybody's got something,

huh?

Phil, hey,

uh,

you have to come

see this.

When did this happen?

About ten minutes ago.

Should we step in?

Phil?

No.

Let the guards figure it out.

Let's see where it goes.

This is where it goes.

It's only been a day.

Let the guards handle it.

I think this whole thing is

taking a turn for the worse.

- Hey!

- You see...

Let 'em handle it.

Oh, man.

All right, let's go.

- Is it that time already?

- It's that time.

Wait...

Wait, what's this all about?

It's new cell assignments.

Warden's orders.

How was the hole, man?

It's all right.

At least the guards aren't

hassling you in there.

You okay, man?

I'd just about suck a dick

for a cigarette.

You know, I got to say,

I'm very dissatisfied with

this whole experience so far.

You know,

I just want my pills.

They're vitamins, Gavin.

You're not gonna die.

Hey, guys.

Guys,

8612 and I were talking

in the hole and, um...

I think we've got a plan.

What the f***?

Oh, f***.

Someone open this door

immediately

or face severe punishment.

Blow it out your ass,

Mr. Correctional Officer!

- F***!

- Whoo-hoo!

Way to go,

cell number one!

We're with you

all the way!

Revolution!

That's right!

You heard him, motherfuckers!

Revolution!

Men, it's your job

to keep my prison in order,

and right now,

there doesn't seem to be

a whole lot of order out there.

Sir, they've blacked out

their doors, and they...

Why am I hearing excuses?

Do not forget,

you have all the authority.

Yes, sir.

And you're stronger

than they are.

They're starting to create bonds

with each other.

Break 'em up.

- Okay? Get back in there.

- Yes, sir.

Establish some order

before it gets out of control.

Yes, sir.

And don't forget,

if you need to...

call for backup.

Step away from the door.

F*** you.

- Whoa!

- Step away from the door.

F*** you!

Come on, get up!

- Hey!

- Stop struggling!

- They're taking our beds, man!

- Cell three, cell three.

Get against the wall!

I need some help over here.

Hey, 8612,

these guys are

model prisoners.

They're literally helping us.

Come on, cell three.

What kind of f***ing

solidarity is that?

Shut the f*** up!

Don't even think about it.

Do not even think about it.

I will ruin you.

Put your caps back on.

Right now!

1037, where's your cap?

It's right there, on the ground

in front of you.

Come on, man,

put your cap back on.

No way.

Put your cap back on.

No f***ing way.

All right.

Help me get him on the ground.

Ah!

F***!

Give me that rope!

Hey, what are you doing to him?

You can't f***ing do that!

- That's f***...

- Hey, shut the f*** up!

- Shut up!

- Ah. Ah.

- Stop!

- Get off of me!

- Stop talking.

- Get off of me!

Stop!

Tie him up.

Tie him up good.

How do you like that, huh?

Stop! Stop moving!

Cell two,

as you can see,

your correctional staff

has prepared

a delicious, nutritious,

and very special meal

for the wonderful prisoners

of cell three

in appreciation of their

good conduct this afternoon.

You've been

model prisoners, boys.

Well done.

Don't eat that sh*t.

Hands off the bars,

I'm not gonna tell you again.

What the f***

is wrong with you?

Dan.

Okay, one thing, though...

if only one of us gets away,

we've got to send help

to bust the other guys out.

Deal?

Yeah.

Yeah, deal.

Yeah.

Coast is clear.

Um...

I think that 8612's definitely

been a little, um...

testy.

Well, that's the word

you're gonna use?

Well, let's go back and look

at his questionnaire.

- I...

- Who's got him?

- I don't... I don't...

- I think...

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

No, no, no, no.

We can't wait for this, man.

Here.

Quick.

F***, f***, f***.

All the doors are locked!

We got to go, man.

They're coming.

How the f*** do we

get out of here, man?

I don't even know

where we are.

Hey!

What are you doing?

I'm gonna need you to...

Order you to get back

in your cells.

F*** you, pig!

The prisoners are escaping!

Uh, okay.

The exit! Let's go!

Oh, what the...

- Go, go, go, go, go.

- Yeah, go back! Go back!

Oh, no. No.

Against the wall.

- Against the wall.

- Shut up!

- F***er, get in there.

- Calm down, man.

- F*** you!

- Jesus Christ.

Shut your f***ing mouth!

You shut

your f***ing mouth!

Shut your f***ing mouth.

- I'm tired of this sh*t!

- You can't do this to us!

You're messing with...

You can't f***ing

do this to us!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

- You can't do this to us!

- All right!

- Okay, okay! Stop!

- All right!

Stop!

8612, you have proven to be

a singular

and terrible influence to all

of your prisoners around you.

You will stay in the hole

until further notice.

You will remain here,

and you will remain silent

until we fix the door

to your cell.

Is that understood?

Yes, Mr. Correctional...

- Yes, Mr. Correctional Officer.

- Good.

Guys, wake up.

Guys, get up.

Guys, wake up! Guys, get up!

Well, well, well,

look at you three, all

bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

You know, you boys are in

for a whole heap of trouble,

but if you clear this here,

uh, barricade,

I can spare you a sh*t storm the

likes of which you never seen.

Don't let them in.

Come on.

Well,

that's how he wants it.

Knock it down, boys.

All right, now,

up against the wall.

I leave all of y'all alone

for less than a day,

and look what happens.

You lose your beds,

try to escape.

What is so goddamn wrong

with all of y'all, huh?

This behavior

will not be tolerated.

And you,

look at yourself.

You're naked.

Why in God's name

are you naked, boy?

Um,

because...

You know what?

Never mind.

I don't even care.

Get him back his uniform,

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