horse.
Help me!
Don't hit him!
Please, he's sick.
He's having a fit.
He don't have his fit pills.
He's got 'em, honest.
Vietnam. Please don't hit him.
Help me, Harry!
Oh, shit.
It's okay.
You did it.
- He's okay now.
- I'm okay.
It's out of my system.
- You okay?
- Yes.
- He's okay.
- I'm 100 percent.
Please, okay? Just this once.
It's okay.
Pretend it's okay.
- He's okay. See?
- Yeah, we're okay.
- Works okay?
- Yeah.
- He's okay.
- Nothing but tops.
For God's sakes.
You're gonna get us in trouble.
It's all right.
I can't take it!
- Mama!
- Come here.
Take your pill.
Three seconds, you'll see, it's over.
1001, 1002, 1003.
Finished!
- Hup, hup two!
- What did I tell you?
Let's go back in line.
Here we go.
Thanks very much.
- Here we go. What's next?
- This way.
All right.
- Yes?
- I'd like some spare ribs...
French fries and a big, juicy
cheeseburger with a chocolate malt.
Thanks.
I can get you some of those things,
especially the cheeseburger.
I don't want you to get me
no cheeseburger.
- I'll wash your socks.
- I don't want you washing my socks.
Leave my socks alone.
Stay out of my face.
These are delicious.
Aren't you amazed at the quality
of these vegetables, in a prison?
I'm amazed at what's
crawling around in our soup.
- What are you talking about?
- Little creatures.
- Where?
- There.
What's the story with him?
Why does he get a separate table?
That's Grossberger...
the biggest mass murderer
in the history of the Southwest.
My dear, he killed
his entire family...
and all his relatives
in one weekend.
Then he killed two more people
that reminded him of his family.
Is he here for rehabilitation?
He threw the chaplain
through a wall over at the library...
burned the furniture factory
to the ground.
He hasn't killed anyone here yet.
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 is not ready
for an interview.
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.
All right. Come on!
Get his shoulder down!
- What do you want to do with him, Jack?
- How late was he?
A week.
Snort up all that nice blow...
and then you forget about payin'?
Teach him to be punctual.
- What the hell was that all about?
- That's Jack Graham.
You don't mess with him.
He's one mean hombre.
- A guard can yank you out like that?
- He's no guard.
He's an inmate, like you and me,
only he runs the cell block.
Dope, whiskey, even a woman.
He can get you anything you want.
And he can get you killed.
I don't want anything from him.
That's Blade.
He runs the Third World side
of cell block two.
Till Grossberger came along, he held
the ax murder record in the Southwest.
It's tough to stay at the top.
He's the one I'm gonna get you
the cheeseburger from.
- How you like it, medium?
- No, I don't want no cheeseburger.
- I'm trying to keep my weight down.
- Don't worry.
- Getting a little pudge.
- I'll protect you.
- For some reason, I make him uneasy.
- I wonder why.
I'm going. Skip, my friend.
Excuse me, would you?
- I'll come with you.
- Oh, shit.
I'm a little nervous.
Did you sleep any better last night?
I got a couple winks between nightmares.
The walls keep closing in on me.
I've got it on the list.
Roomier cells,
soap dish, toilet seats...
What are you talking about?
That's ridiculous.
- Put that on your list!
- I'm going to. Unnecessary violence.
- Did you see what they did to that guy?
- You two, inside.
Inmates 65984.-.
And 65985.
The New Yorkers.
How do you do, sir?
Very nice to meet you.
Harry and I would like...
I think I can speak for Harry.
Harry's a little nervous.
And I am a little bit too...
because this is a very