with you.
-I was trying to explain--
-Keep writing, shitface!
Two pears, three apples....
Listen. A kid tried that on me once
at Camp Minikani in Vermont.
I hit him so hard his braces
ripped his whole upper lip.
His mother had to come get him
in the middle of the season.
-What do they put in the dollhouses?
-Guess.
-Us?
-Yes. You got it on the first try.
-Harry.
-What?
-We're in prison.
-Welcome to the real world!
And not a minute too soon,
I might add. Now, brace up. Be strong.
-Harry.
-What?
I don't think I'm going to make it.
Hang on, man. Don't mess up.
Just think about our appeal.
Skip, please.
Excuse me. Could I please--?
Wait a minute,
I'm not a troublemaker.
Skip.
Skip!
Okay, no more hitting.
Did you hear what I said?
No more hitting. Turn around.
Wanna stay late tonight?
Turn around.
Let's get out of here!
Come on, Silver! Harry, I'm freaking.
Giddyap! So long, suckers!
Hey, Harry, he thinks he's a horse.
Help me! Harry!
Don't hit him! Please, he's sick.
He's having a fit.
He don't have his fit pills.
-He's got them, honest. Vietnam....
-Harry, help me, Harry!
-Skip!
-Help!
Oh, shit, Skip.
It's okay. It's okay.
You did it. You did it.
-He's okay now.
-I'm okay now. It's out of my system.
-You okay?
-Yep.
-He's okay.
-I'm 100 percent.
Please, just this once.
I mean, it's okay. Pretend it's okay.
Okay.
-He's okay, see?
-Yeah, we're okay.
-Okay?
-Yeah.
For God's sake!
You're gonna get us in trouble.
-Harry, it's all right.
-I can't take it! Mama!
-Come here.
-Mama!
Take your pill.
Three seconds, it's over.
One thousand one. One thousand two.
One thousand three. Finished!
Finished!
What did I tell you?
Okay, let's go.
Back in line. Here we go.
Thanks very much.
-Okay! Here we go. What's next?
-This way.
I'd like spareribs, French fries...
...and a big old juicy cheeseburger
on the side with a chocolate malt!
Thanks.
I can get you things,
like a cheeseburger.
I don't want you
to get me no cheeseburger.
-I'll wash your socks.
-Don't wash my socks.
You leave my socks alone, man.
Stay out of my face.
These are delicious.
Aren't you amazed at the quality
of these vegetables? ln a prison?
I'm amazed at what's
crawling in our soup.
-What are you talking about?
-Little creatures.
-Where?
-There.
What's his story?
Why does he get a separate table?
That's Grossberger. The biggest killer
in the history of the Southwest.
He killed his whole family and all
his relatives in one weekend.
Then he killed some people
who reminded him of them.
-He here for rehabilitation?
-He threw the chaplain through a wall...
...burned down the factory.
But he hasn't killed anyone here.
I wouldn't sit with him,
and I killed my stepdaddy.
I wonder what triggered all that
violence. He seems so gentle.
I see what it is.
Nobody has ever just sat down
and honestly talked with that man.
-Poor kid.
-The man's not ready for an interview.
Hello.
I'll wait till after
he's had a little nap.
Do you mind? Why did you
kill your stepfather anyway?
Criticizing my new fur jacket.
And slapping my hand.
-What should we do with him, Jack?
-How late was he?
A week.
You snort up all that nice blow
and then you forget about paying.
Teach him to be punctual.
-What was that all about?
-That's Jack Graham.
You don't mess with him.
-A guard can yank you out like that?
-He's an inmate like you and me.
He runs the cellblock.
Dope, whiskey, a woman.
He can get you anything you want.
And he can get you killed.
Well, I don't want anything from him.
That's Blade. He runs the Third World
side of cellblock two.
Before Grossberger, he held the
axe-murder record in the Southwest.
It's hard to be the best.
He's gonna give me the cheeseburger.
How do you like it?
I don't want a cheeseburger.
I'm watching my weight.
-Don't worry.
-Getting fat.
-I'll protect you. I make him uneasy.
-I wonder why.
Hi. I'm going. Skip, my friend.
Excuse me,