The Stanford Prison Experiment Page #5

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will you, boss?

He'll catch a cold.

Guys, guys,

I really need... I need

to speak to a doctor or...

Or the warden

or somebody.

Quiet, 8612.

Come on, man!

Don't do that!

It hurts my ears!

Maybe you'll think

about that

next time you get yourself

put in the hole.

All right, you can

f*** off, man!

Now, because

I am not nearly as cruel

as my fellow colleagues

on the day shift,

your blankets will be returned

to y'all

and your dresses

will be repaired.

However, should you feel

the need to defecate or urinate,

please feel free to do so

in the fine buckets

provided by

your correctional staff.

That'd be us.

Thank you.

Guys, seriously,

y-y-you don't know.

I got to go...

I... to a doctor.

Anything!

I don't know.

I'm f***ed up!

I feel so f***ed up

inside!

I mean, God!

I mean, Jesus Christ!

I'm burning up inside!

Don't you know?

Please, please!

Please, please,

please, please!

Let me out of here!

I want out!

I want out now!

He could be faking it.

Should we deny his request?

Let's bring him to

the old classroom upstairs.

So, prisoner 8612,

I understand

you're not feeling well.

Um, yeah.

Yeah, I just, uh...

I've had this really bad

headache all day,

and, um, a couple hours ago,

I started feeling

my stomach being all...

being all knotted up.

And what is it you'd like

for us to do about that?

Well, I just...

I figured I ought to,

you know,

g-get out and go...

go see a doctor...

Just to be sure.

Surely you're not suggesting

that we release you

from prison

for a stomachache.

Look, man,

I just really don't feel well,

and it would be really nice...

Bullshit!

100% Grade A bullshit.

This boy's not sick.

This boy is weak.

All right, listen, doc.

You don't know what

it's like down there.

What did you say?

What did you just say to me?

Hmm?

I said, "You don't know

what it's like down there. "

San Quentin, boy,

17 years of hard time.

Do you really think

you can tell me

what it's like

on the inside?

Uh, no.

No.

I, uh...

No, I guess not.

You damn right

you guess not.

Look me in my eye

when I'm talking to you.

You're a wimp,

They'd knock

your goddamn teeth out

and pass you around

like candy.

So why don't you tell us

what the real problem is?

Uh, all right.

It's the guards, man.

I mean, I really think

the guards

have gone

a little bit overboard.

From what I've seen, I'd say

you brought that on yourself.

Look, I'd just really like

to get out of here, okay?

You know that you're the most

rebellious one in here.

It's pretty impressive.

Maybe if you spent

a little less time fighting,

you wouldn't be so tired.

Yeah, but what

am I supposed to do, just...

Don't interrupt me.

I'm sorry, sir.

Come on.

Look at you.

You telling me

you can't handle, what,

some push-ups,

some jumping jacks,

guys calling you names?

Come on.

Tell you what,

I'll talk to the guards

and tell them to go easy on you,

all right?

W-would you do that?

Phil, I think

we're done here.

Take him away.

Wait!

Wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

No, no, no, no!

I'm not done here!

No, no, no.

I want to finish

the conversation.

I don't want to do this.

Hey, you're not really

gonna tell them

to take it easy on him,

are you?

Oh, my God.

Of course not.

Are you kidding me?

He was faking it, anyway.

I can tell.

There's no way he's getting out

of here right now.

During meals and whenever

they are in the prison yard.

Oh, hello, 8612.

Welcome back.

Get your ass

back in line, boy.

As I was saying,

prisoners must remain silent

during rest periods,

after lights out, during meals,

and outside the prison yard.

- Rule number two...

- What happened?

Prisoners must eat

at meal times...

I couldn't get out.

What do you mean, you couldn't

get out of the contract?

Hey!

No talking on the line,

you two.

- Contract don't mean sh*t.

- Rule number three.

I mean I couldn't get out.

I mean they wouldn't let me out.

This is all real.

This is all real.

This is all real.

This is all real.

This isn't a f***ing experiment.

This is all real.

They won't let you go.

They won't let us leave.

You understand?

This is real.

This isn't

a f***ing experiment.

Don't f***ing touch me, man!

- Just get back in line here.

- I mean it!

- Come here.

- No! No!

Let go of me!

No!

You motherfuckers!

You motherfuckers!

You motherfuckers!

You fascist motherfuckers!

I want to see the warden!

You understand me?

You have no right

to f*** with my head!

You have no right!

I'll smash this camera!

I'll beat up

your f***ing guards!

I want out,

and I want out right now!

You're messing with my head,

man.

My head!

You have no right

to f*** with my head!

Okay, what is it?

Uh...

Wewe hit a breaking point

last night,

and, um,

8612 is gone.

We let him go.

Well...

You let him go?

Well, the contract

explicitly says that...

Do you understand

how much time and energy,

not to...

not to mention money,

has been spent

on this experiment?

I leave for one shift,

and you have tampered

with the integrity

of the entire enterprise.

Phil, we were following

protocol.

The kid was

in a serious crisis.

He was hysterical.

He was threatening

to harm himself and...

I'm the superintendent

of this facility.

I make that decision.

Nobody else.

It was late.

Everything was escalating

really quickly.

- Kyle.

- We...

Did you even stop to think,

for one second, if 8612,

just like Jesse said yesterday,

was bullshitting you?

He wanted a lawyer.

What is it

with these lawyers?

Oh, my God.

I see.

I see.

Well, then,

why did 8612 lose it?

What did we miss

in the screening process?

I mean, we missed something.

We were all there.

We all screened him.

He was only in there

for two days.

Yeah, but without any

sunlight and sleep,

your sense of time

has been totally altered.

His only weakness

was that he resisted.

He didn't bend,

so he broke.

No, he broke because he couldn't

control the other prisoners.

8612 just wanted control.

Even as a prisoner

with essentially no rights?

No, Jesse's right about that.

8612 was fine

while other people

were serving him.

So what?

You think if the other

prisoners had stuck with him,

then, what, John Wayne

would have lost?

Man, John Wayne can't lose.

He served the system.

8612 served himself.

I'm sorry.

I don't buy any of this.

No, I don't imagine

you would.

This is bullshit.

You're basing your conclusions

off your own experience...

on real felons

in a real prison.

So this is not a prison?

This is a simulated prison.

This is 18 college boys

who's never been punched

in the f***ing face.

That's what this is.

I think you guys

are both missing the point.

- He missing the point.

- I'm not missing anything.

You missing something.

No, here's the point.

The only thing

that separates those two

was a coin flip.

All right, what steps are being

taken to replace 8612?

Well, none, as of yet.

- We got...

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