The Stanford Prison Experiment Page #9

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it was funny?

I think that it could be funny,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Then why didn't you smile?

Because I am not supposed

to smile during...

That's right!

They're getting it now.

5704, what the hell

are you doing

with that chair

over your head, boy?

I don't know,

Mr. Correctional Officer...

Well, if you don't know,

put it on down.

You standing there,

wasting all your energy.

You like it in there, 416?

Not at all,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Tough sh*t.

7258,

since you already have

your hands over your head,

why don't you play Frankenstein?

2093 can play

the Bride of Frankenstein.

7258,

stand here.

Walk over like Frankenstein

and say that you love 2093.

That's not how

Frankenstein walks.

Have you seen Frankenstein,

7258?

Yes, Mr. Correctional Officer.

So walk like f***ing

Frankenstein.

Go on.

I love you, 2093

Get close.

Boy, you better get

a whole lot closer than that.

Get close.

Yeah, there you go.

I love you, 2093.

Mm-hmm.

Get the f*** back in line.

Quit crying

like a little b*tch.

Why are you such

an ass-licker, 2093, huh?

I don't know,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

You don't know.

Why is it that you try

to be obedient so much?

It's in my nature

to be obedient,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

It's a f***ing embarrassment

how obedient this guy is.

You little brownnose,

kiss-ass homeless boy,

always doing

what you're told.

What if I told you

to get down on the floor

and f*** the floor, huh?

What would you do then?

I would tell you

that I didn't know how,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Uh-huh.

Don't you go anywhere,

okay?

Let's wake up our friend here.

Now, I want y'all to take

a really good look at this man,

because this man here

did not eat his sausages.

Now, 2093,

come on over here.

Tell 416 you're gonna

kick his ass.

I'm sorry, sir,

but I object.

And just what

do you object to?

I object to the word that you

used, Mr. Correctional Officer.

The f*** word are you

talking about, boy?

I'm sorry, sir.

I cannot say the word.

Ass.

He doesn't want to say "ass. "

Well, I gave you an order.

Now you get over there

and tell him

right now.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm unable to do that.

Well, well, well,

well, well.

Our little Mr. Obediency

has a sore spot

for bad little words.

Just tell him that you'll

kick him in the end.

Yes, Mr. Correctional Officer.

Eat your sausages, 416,

or I will kick you

in the end.

There you go.

He said it.

No, he said it,

but did you mean it,

2093, huh?

Yes. No.

No, no, I'm sorry.

No, I did not.

I didn't mean it.

So why are you lying?

I said what Mr. Correctional

Officer told me to say, sir.

That's bullshit.

He didn't tell you to lie,

now, did he?

Nobody wants any lying

in here, 2093.

Okay?

Why is it that all of y'all

are a big load of liars,

huh?

Huh?

- I don't know.

- Huh.

I guess we're just

a bunch of bastards,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Uh-huh.

I like that.

Come on out here.

So are you a bastard,

too, 2093?

If you say so,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

I say so...

I want to hear you say it.

I'm sorry, sir.

I object

to the use of profanity,

and I will not say it.

You said couldn't say that about

another human being, 2093?

Can you say it to yourself?

- Hmm?

- Uh?

I wouldn't think of

saying it to myself

because then I would

be saying that I would...

That you'd be a bastard.

- Right?

- No, sir.

- Yes, you would.

- Yes. Yes.

What would you be?

Would you be a bastard?

You'd be saying nasty things

about your mother,

that's what you'd be doing.

Yes, Mr. Correctional Officer.

Why the hell won't you say it?

Because I do not use

any profane language,

Mr. Correctional Officer...

Are you a f***ing saint?

It's real easy.

Just tell me what you are.

I am whatever you wish me to be,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Oh!

Well, you know what?

If you won't say it...

If you won't say

that you're a bastard,

you want to know

something, 2093?

Yes, Mr. Correctional Officer.

You just proved my point.

You a bastard.

You a bastard either way.

Isn't that right?

If you say so,

Mr. Correctional...

I do say so!

I want to hear you say it,

god damn it!

I'm sorry.

I won't say it.

Boys,

I'm sure you want to get a real

good night's sleep tonight.

Am I right?

Yes, Mr. Correctional Officer.

Well, I think we're

gonna have to wait.

Let 2093 think about just

what a bastard he really is,

and then maybe he'll tell the

rest of us that he thinks so.

May I have a cigarette,

please?

At this rate, we gonna be here

all goddamn night.

And I love it.

I think you're

perfectly accurate

in your condemnation of me,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

Oh, I know that.

But I shouldn't say the word.

Say what word?

I shall not say with any meaning

the word "bastard. "

Holy sh*t.

He said it.

Well, glory be.

I do believe he did.

I think we got a winner.

Chicken dinner.

We might even get

to bed early, boys.

Who knows?

Huh?

Sweet relief.

Now, uh...

2093, just for swearing,

why don't you get on the floor

and give me ten push-ups?

Thank you,

Mr. Correctional Officer.

You're welcome, boy.

One, two...

- Three...

- Louder.

Four, five...

- Stop.

- Six.

Those ain't no push-ups.

Start over.

One, two,

three...

5704, you come over here.

Six, seven...

You can sit on his back.

- Nine.

- Stop.

Sit on his back.

Keep going, 2093.

- Go on, boy!

- One!

You know what?

4325, you come

over here too.

That's it.

Sit on his back.

There you go.

Now do a push-up, 2093,

and do not help him!

One!

Come on.

Get back

against the wall.

Big, tough guy, huh?

Can't even do one push-up.

Yeah.

Okay?

Now, Mr. 2093 here

says he ain't know

how to f***.

We gonna show you.

Now, I want

my female camels...

- Line up.

- To line up in the middle.

Shoulder to shoulder,

right beside one another.

- That's it. Right here.

- Like so.

That's right.

And I want my male camels

to get behind

the female camels.

- Bend down. Bend down.

- That's right. Come on, boys.

- Get down.

- What you doing, boy?

Get on over here.

And y'all gonna do like the male

camels do to the female camels,

and y'all gonna hump them.

2093, pay attention.

You could afford to learn

a thing or two.

- Come on.

- Now have at it, boys.

Went too deep. Come on.

Got a lot of work to do now.

Get inside her.

She's waiting for you.

There.

- Keep humping.

- Come on, that's it.

Yeah, that's right.

Nice and gentle

with that camel, yeah.

Good, keep her

in that low back end.

That's it.

Open up that way.

Keep humping.

It's okay.

This one's gonna shed a few

You know, uh, why don't you, uh,

serenade your fellow inmates

to keep them in the mood?

That's good. Come on.

What would you like me to sing,

Mr. Correctional Officer?

Right here.

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

Come on. Get humping!

- That saved

- Good. Get on down there.

Get in there.

Put your hand on there.

- A wretch

- Put your hand on the hip.

- That's right.

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