Felon (2008) Script

Okay, let's get you some bananas.

You haven't even touched your cereal yet.

I thought you were hungry.

Good. So, what's up for today?

Uh, well, today, we gotta give the caterer the last check.

Go over the decorations at the church.

And I have to find out why my dress is gonna cost more.

You know, I told them I didn't want lace on the bust, instead they doubled it. How much more?

Six-fifty.

Whoa. Six-fifty.

That's a lot of money.

Mikey... come here.

Six-fifty. What do you think of that, huh? You sure?

Yeah.

Man says go for it.

Really?

It's your wedding dress, baby. Mikey wants Mom to look hot.

So do I. Major brownie points.

Hey. Hand me that... Manny.

Thanks.

What time we got, 4:30?

On the dot, Wade.

Checks, boys. I'm down with that, man.

Time to get paid.

Baby. Mm?

We got the business loan.

Oh, shut up. Are you kidding?

Oh, baby, that's so great.

I can hire four or five more guys.

I get Joe to run a second crew.

Do another 30 grand this year.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

You built up this entire business all on your own.

No. We did.


Somebody's in the house.

Shh.

We gotta get Mikey. Quiet.

Stay with me.

Okay.

Okay. Hey.

What's wrong?

Shh. Everything's okay. Everything's okay.

What's happening?

Shh. Everything's okay. Just go back to sleep.

Stay in this room.

Wade!

Stop! What are you doing?

Back off! I said stop!

Damn it.

Oh, God.

Wade, what's happening?

Stay in the house!

Stay in the house!

Stay alive, please.

Please don't...

Heh. Jesus Christ.

Motherfucker, I did that.

Wade, I'm calling 911!


Can she at least put him to bed, please?

We didn't find a weapon anywhere.

He did have your wallet in his hand.

Maybe you thought that, uh... if you...

No. What I saw was, he was reaching for something.

I thought it was a gun or weapon.

I told him to stop. He kept turning around, okay?

So I aimed the bat at his shoulder, then he started to duck.

Look, if he was still in the house when it happened, or if he was at least armed, we could make a case for self-defense.

But the problem is... he was no longer a threat when he left the house.

Yet you proceeded to chase him outside with a bat.

Killed him with one swing.

Wait a second, please.

I didn't... It was an accident. I'm sorry.

We're gonna have to place you under arrest for murder.

Murder?

Are you out of your minds? The guy was robbing us.

He was in my child's room! Ma'am, I understand...

No, what was Wade supposed to do?

Wait for the guy to shoot him first?

No. What he should have done is stay inside and dial 911.


Face the wall. Hands over your head.

Hands up on the wall.

Are you HIV positive?

No.

Don't touch this button unless it's an emergency.

Come back up in here.

You know what I'm saying?

Don't come back up in here.


You eyeball me, motherfucker, huh? You eyeballing me?

You motherfucker.

Oh, I see. You're a bitch, huh?

I'm gonna clean your mouth out. You suck my dick, motherfucker.

Fuck you.

Fight in 33! Fight in 33!

All of you get against the wall!

Crew resistance. Crew resistance.

I'll fucking kill you.

Against the wall, everybody.

Get up against the wall!

I'll kill you, boy.

All this started from you looking, man.

You're dead, motherfucker!

You're so dead.

Keep your hands on your heads.


You down for yours, homes?

We gonna have a wreck in here?

No.

Good.

You just clean up the pad on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

And keep all your shit on your bunk.


Hey. Hey.

Baby, wh...? What happened to your face?

I got jumped.

Well, we gotta tell somebody.

It won't help, Laura.

Are you okay?

How's Mikey?

He's scared.

He just keeps asking for you, Wade.

I-I... I didn't know what to tell him.

So I-I told him that you went on a trip.

And it doesn't help that we're staying with my mother.

Great.

Wade, I didn't feel safe at the house by myself.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I promise you.

We have to get you out of here.

They're gonna give me a public defender.

Let me see what they say. We'll go from there.

I'm Mara Reid. I'll be representing you.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

This part's more of a formality. Judge will arraign you.

Set bail at a million, which is mandatory for a murder charge.

Do you have a million dollars in collateral to make bail?

No. Not even close.

Anybody willing to help out and cosign? Maybe your parents?

My parents died nine years ago.

I'll do what I can to move things along.

Yeah!

State of revolution!

Revolution!

Come on in. Come on, motherfucker.

Get in.

What are we gonna be? We'll see.

We'll see.

Did Smith say why they were rioting?

No. It's like he got everyone riled up just for the hell of it.

Now, with John, there's always a reason.

Come and destroy me. Break the illusion to pieces.

Sure know how to stir up a pile of shit, don't you, boy?

Well, you know me, Gordon.

Always one for live entertainment.

They mean business this time, John.

They wanna stick you in the hole forever.

Now, you and I both know you don't want that.

My Maria would have been 27 yesterday.

Is that what this is all about?

You gotta stop living in the past, John.

Hey, I am the past.

Now, I should've been a dead man walking.

Instead, they turned me into the walking fucking dead.

All right, look.

I'm gonna get 'em to transfer you.

Give you a fresh start.

But after that, I am all out of favors, you understand me?

Well, I guess it's, uh... on to the next chapter, huh, Gordon?

Then again, maybe not.

Just behave yourself, would you?

Come on.

What the hell's going on?

My preliminary hearing was supposed to be weeks ago.

I asked for more time to build your case.

But I got some good news.

The DA's sympathetic to your situation. He is.

He's agreed to reduce to an invol, if you plead no contest forthwith commitment...

Hold on. What does that mean?

If you plead no contest, he'll reduce the charge to involuntary manslaughter.

It means you get no more than three years, and you start serving it immediately.

You stay out of trouble, you only do half.

Hell, you've already got 95 days time served.

You'd be out in less than 15 months.

And what other options do I have?

We go to a jury trial... which will take a year to get to anyway, and they try you for second-degree murder.

It carries a mandatory sentence of 15 years to life.

Look, take the deal.

We won't do better.

Your Honor, the defendant is willing to plead guilty to an amended count of involuntary manslaughter.

We've agreed to a three-year sentence in state prison with a forthwith commitment.

The 97 days Mr. Porter has served in county jail would be credited to his overall sentence.

Mr. Porter... do you understand that this conviction can be used against you in any future violations or convictions, resulting in additional time added to your sentence?

Yes, Your Honor.

And, Mr. Porter, do you understand that you'll be banned from buying or possessing any firearms, that until your sentence and parole term of three years is served, you cannot vote in any election or leave the county without authorization.

Do you understand these terms?

Yes, Your Honor.

Now, therefore, Mr. Porter, for your conviction in count one, this court sentences you to three years in state prison, with a credit of 97 days already served.

Good luck to you, sir.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Yo, man. We caught the chain to the motherfucking madhouse, homey.

It's like this place is always cracking off.

Yo, my name is Jake. They call me Snowman.

What's yours?

Wade.

Wade.

Yo, man... know who that fucker is, Wade?

White dude with the mustache?

That's Danny Samson.

Dude's in the Brand.

He should be locked up at the SHU at the Bay right now, but, like... the mad dog's genius, you know?

He flies under the radar. He's like a sleeper.

No letters, no AB tats, nothing.

Cops can't fucking validate him.

What's the Brand?

It's the Aryan Brotherhood, man.

Yo, you better figure your shit out fast, homey.

All right, so, what time's the game tonight?

Five.

What are you doing?

Hiding from Jill Sanders.

She wants to fight me, but... she's a girl.

Uh, which one? The one in the white?

Well, she is big.

Yeah, she's huge.

Well, you tell her... you're not gonna fight, period.

So she might as well just let it go.

And if that doesn't work, then, you know... just kick her in the nuts.

Pow!

Give me a hug. Get out of here, man.

Come on.

Rrr!

I'll see you later.

Hey, Todd. You know I was kidding, right?

The weak are the ones who can't avoid trouble.

I know, Dad.

All right. See you later.

Oh, man.


Yo, that fucking toad's eyeballing you, homey.

Got into a fight with him at county.

Didn't think it was that big a deal.

Shit, man. Everything in here is a big fucking deal.

You look at someone the wrong way, it's on.

You fucking don't look at them, it's on.

Do yourself a favor.

When we get down to the yard, get down for your fucking race, wood.

Sling it with the first fucking monkey who opens his mouth.

I'll back you up. Don't you fucking worry about it.


It's jumping off.

What?

Hey, don't...

We have a major 415 in the back of the bus.

Multiple inmates involved.

Have an ERT unit dispatched and ready.


Oh, fuck.

They got the motherfucking goon squad.

Say you found it under your seat and don't say shit.

Rats get whacked. What are you doing, man?

Sit down and shut up. Now!

Head down! Now!

And stay down... stay quiet, or I'll CN gas the whole fucking bus.

Let you choke on it.


Send him to the infirmary.

Throw the rest of them in the hole till we figure this shit out.

Team, get 'em off the bus! Get your asses up.

Let's go off the bus. Let's go.

Let's go. Hurry up.

It wasn't my weapon, I swear.

Save that shit. It was under my seat.

Heh. Jesus Christ.

What am I gonna do?

Oh, man.

Hey!

Hey, guard!

Shut the fuck up, bitch!

Guard, please!

Hello?

What am I gonna do? One fucking phone call!

Damn it, this is fucking crazy.

This motherfucker. Come on!

Please, God. Please.

I shouldn't even fucking be in here!

Get your head off the ground, fish.

You look at me in my eyes when I talk to you.

We know you didn't stick that inmate on the bus.

Just tell us who did it, and you're out of it.

I don't know.

I found the weapon under my seat.

Somebody must have slid it on the floor.

Bullshit.

We know it was Danny Samson.

Just admit it.

If you already know, why do you need me?

Son of a bitch.

I will put you in the hole... Come on. till you're fucking an old man.

You hear me? Wait, wait, wait.

Let me tell you about that piece of shit you're covering for.

You think he'll give you love for this, get yourself some protection, right?

Samson's a stone-cold killer who could give a fuck about you.

Look what he did to one of his own race.

You don't mean shit to him.

Look at me, boy.

When the time comes, he will whack you.

Protect his own ass.

Is that who you looking to back?

That inmate on the bus that got stuck in the neck?

He's in critical condition.

If he dies, you're going down for accessory to murder.

I don't know, guys. I don't know. I'm sorry.

Fuck it.

He wants to soldier up with his new homeys.

Let him.

Congratulations, Porter.

You're on your way to the SHU.

That's my motherfucking house.

Let's go.

Come on. Come on, bitch! Come get some!

Open A Section.

Step inside.

One, two, three...

Welcome home.

One, two, three.

Again. One, two...

Look how lucky you are.

Against the wall.

What's up?

Crack 13.

Do not move. There's a fucking gun trained on your head.

Move to the right.

Step inside.

Close 13.

Get something straight. We're hands-on in here.

You'll receive no warning shots.

I'll uncuff your first hand. Grip the food port. Understand?

Yes.

Grab the food port.

I'll gonna uncuff your second hand.

You're gonna step away from the door. You understand?

Do you understand me? Yes.

Step inside.

You're in here 23/7. Get an hour yard time a day.

Three showers a week. That's it.

Welcome to the SHU.

Sixteen.

Seventeen, 18...

19.

Warden Reed at Salinas speaks highly of you.

Adapted well, led by example.

The Army taught me a lot, sir.

Rangers, huh?

Shock and Awe, Iraqi Freedom?

No, sir. I just missed it.

Did most of my tour in Korea in the DMZ.

Any action?

It was like watching paint dry.

NK'd look at us. We'd look at them.

Maybe one of us would give the other the finger.

That's about it. Ha.

You'll see more than that working in the SHU.

That'd suit me just fine, sir.

Good. Give me a minute with the warden.

I'll introduce you around.

Sure.

Thank you, sir. Collins.

So, what's on your mind, Bill?

Hear they're transferring John Smith here.

Day after tomorrow.

So we're putting him in Protective Custody with Manson?

No, we'll put him in here in the SHU.

Seriously, come on.

He's caused a wreck in every house he's been in.

We're better off isolating him.

I'm not adding to that son of a bitch's celebrity.

We'll put him in there with the other hard cases.

That's what the SHU's for.

Yes, sir.

Porter, yard time!

Let's go, strip down.

Pass your clothes and shoes through the food port.

Anything sharp in there?

Nope.

If I get cut, I'm gonna fucking hurt you.

Run your fingers through your hair.

Open your mouth.

Lift up your tongue, roll it side to side.

Run your finger along your gum line.

Show me behind your left ear.

Behind your right.

Show me your pits. Arms up.

Lift your nut sack.

Lift your dick.

Turn around.

Lift your right foot.

Wiggle your toes.

Lift your left foot.

Wiggle your toes.

Listen carefully, I want you to squat three times.

On the third squat... Stop, stop, stop.

I want you to squat three times.

Listen to my voice.

On the third squat, I want you to spread your cheeks, cough.

Go. Okay.

You're good. Get dressed.

Let's go.

Fucking fish. Jesus.

Come on.

Face the wall.

Okay. I'm just buttoning it.

Step away.

Crack 13.

Back up.

Close 13.

Stop right there. Close side port.

Put your hands through the port.

I release this first cuff, grab the top of the port.

I'll release the second cuff, step away from the door.

Get in the yard.


Hit him. Hit him.

Fucking told you, man. Gladiator school's on.

I got 10 on Gonzales.

Shit, I got that action. Williams gonna fuck him up.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, no. Get up, get up, man. Get up.

Little something we do to keep it interesting.

Assholes will fight anyway.

Who you got?

I'm with you, lieutenant. Gonzales.

Attaboy. Sergeant? I got Williams.

'Course you do.


Shit.

I'm el fuego.

Fucking Gonzales.

Pepper that asshole.

Fuck!

The whole fight was over!

Beat your ass, Uncle Tom house nigger!

Yeah, you, Jackson!

You ain't shit without that gat.

You know it.

Pull Williams out first. Alone.

Think I'm scared of some hole time, nigga?

Fuck you and the hole.

Who said you was going in the hole?

Put him in the review room. Uncuff him.

Lieutenant. Yup.

I believe I'm done now.

What the fuck is up now? What?

You said, nigger, right?

That's all you came with?! Who the nigger now?

Put him in the hole, LT?

Throw him in his cell.

Let everybody see it.

Still the reigning champ.

Yeah.

Everybody see this?

SHU inmates can't have packages until next quarter.

I'm wearing an underwire bra.

We're gonna have to strip-search you.

Please take off your shirt.

Need you to take off your bra too.

Raise your arms.

Thank you.

Hey, baby.

What's wrong?

It, uh... It's nothing, baby. I'm... I'm fine.

Jesus Christ, Wade, they wouldn't let me see you or talk to you for three months.

Then I get this phone call saying that you're in a... A security housing unit.

What's going on? Um...

Just got caught up in something. Something?

That's it? That's all you're gonna say?

Yeah, well... they took away 90 days of my good time.

Why? Wade, what did you do?

I didn't do anything. I swear.

You must have done something. Why would they be punishing you?

Things just aren't that simple in here, Laura.

I can't explain it to you. You just have to trust me.

Please.

How's Mikey?

He's fine.

Will you bring him next time?

I gotta see him.

I will. He misses you.

Wade, we're out of money.

Mortgage is due, and I've been trying to find a job.

But I can't find one that will pay it...

A job? What about Mikey?

My mom's gonna watch him during the day.

I thought we were nine months ahead.

Yeah, we were, and then the wedding, remember?

I didn't get all our deposits back.

All right.

Just use the new checks from the SBA loan.

That'll get you by until I figure something else out.

No, babe, that's your business.

I don't wanna... The hell with my business.

I can't think about that right now.

Just use the checks.


Open A Section.

Good to see you, wood.

Anything you need, you let me know.

I got you, Smith. That's right, wood.

I know who you are, homey.

Porter. Get your fish ass on the floor facing the wall.

On your knees. Hands behind your head.

You hear me fucking talking to you, Porter?

Crack 13!

Letters from John Henry Smith.

Posted right there on the Internet for everyone to see.

"As any student of philosophy will tell you

"the truth about the human condition today

"lies in our ability

"to face those things which we loathe most about ourselves.

To comprehend human altruism and common decency."

Blah, blah, blah.

Does anybody buy this shit?

Now, I remember when I first heard about you.

You took out, what, 16, 17 people, right?

Personally...

I think you're a fucking hypocrite, writing this shit.

Expecting people to, what, get something out of it?

Fucking asshole lifers.

Find religion and wanna change the world.

Tookie and his fucking kids' books. And now you.

Found this in your property.

Family is everything, isn't it?

I'm gonna hang onto this for you.

Keep it safe.

You pull any shit in my house... and I will show you what true fucking vengeance is.

We clear?

Close 13.

Turn around.

I'll release this cuff, grip the food port.

Step away.

Porter, you can get up.

Smith, you got some fresh meat.

You wanna fuck or fight?

Neither.

Keep it that way.

I like this bunk.

Okay.

Here you go.

You jerk off, face the wall.

You break wind... put your ass to the door.

If you shit and piss, in the can.

Do all that, we'll get along famously.


Smith! Porter!

Yard time!

Thirty-three. Down.

Thirty-four. Down.

Thirty-five. Down.

Thirty-six. Down.

Thirty-seven.

Who the fuck is this fool? No, no, he...

How you doing, Smith? Anything you need, bro.

This mean the southerners are backing him?

I heard he's got history with some of their shot callers.

How you doing?

This is the guy I was telling you about, man. This is Wade.

Hey. Bodie.

County skinhead.

Hey. Wade. Santa Clarita.

Fucking welcome to the jungle, huh?

Fucking SHU's no joke, is it?

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah, you should fucking thank me, man.

Samson says you're solid. Yeah?

So you two are Aryan Brotherhood then?

No, man. We're the ones putting the work in though.

Earning our fucking letters.

So why'd that guy get stabbed on the bus?

That was a drug debt, man. The fucking needle Nazi owed, so he got taxed... Hey! Like he said, keep handling business and do as you're told, and we'll get down for you. Trust me, you'll need it.

Thanks.

That who you're headed back to?

Yeah.

Supposed to be married four months ago.

What's your boy's name?

Michael.

Looks like you.

In the eyes and the mouth.

Fortunately, my Maria took after her mother.

You got a picture of them?

You saw them take the last one I had.

Sorry.

What for?

I remember it all like it was this morning.

Everything.

The smell of Anne's perfume when I'd come through the door.

That look she'd give me like I was the only man that mattered.

My Maria and... her little smile when she... laid on my chest.

She liked to listen to me breathing.

They can't take that away.

Feel like I really let 'em down.

You will... if you don't make it out of here.

But you're in the car, right?

In the car?

Means you're cliqued up with somebody.

A gang.

Just hope... you don't think all they want you to do is run out in the schoolyard and yell "nigger."

How do you make it on your own?

Perception is reality.

I...chose to create mine.

Others chose to accept it.

Who was that guy you were talking to out at the yard?

What is this, 20 fucking Questions?

His name's Oso.

He's a southern shot caller.

It means he's got the keys to the house.

It means... none of his soldiers will make a move without his say-so.

Well, I... I don't know. How do you know who's with who?

Okay, fish.

I'll be the good veterano and teach you prison politics.

But you're gonna do something for me.

Okay, what?

Stay away from me in the yard.

I understand.

No, you don't.

This is my world until death do us part.

You're only a tourist.

All right, first lesson for woods like you and me: if it ain't white, it ain't right.

Prison is not about street gangs.

It's about race.

The Hispanics are cut in half.

You got the northerners and the southerners.

And trust me, they're always at war.

With the blacks, you got a whole mixture of gangs who pretty much forget their beefs and unite with the Asians and the Pacific Islanders.

Don't bother trying to figure out who's who.

They all hate you.

Then you got the skins and the woods.

Nearly all the whites follow the Aryan Brotherhood, who run the show. Gangs underneath them will try to recruit you, build up their numbers, get you to sling their drugs, stab who they don't like.

You pay attention to who's calling the shots with the whites.

Tell you to do something and you don't handle business, they'll handle you.

What's up? How you doing, man?

You see that Predator-looking motherfucker over there?

Yeah. Crack it off, homey.

Yo, watch it.

No, no, no, no. Let it go on for a minute. Come on.

Book his fucking ass. Get up.

Get up, man.

Yo, fight hard.

Want me to stop it now, lieutenant? Yeah, yeah.

Shoot Turner in the leg with the Mini-14.

But, sir, he's losing...

Shoot Turner in the leg with the Mini-14.

Get his ass! Come on!

Fuck him up. Fuck him up.

He jumped a female officer on the main line.

Now send him a message.

I'll get him good with this one, sir.

Don't let him up, Wade. Stomp that motherfucker.

Get down, homey. Get down!

Fuck! Ah!

That is the enemy down there, officer.

You show these assholes any weakness, and they will send you a message.

Blow holes in you with a piece of iron and gut you like a fish.

Is that what you want? No, sir...

No, sir. That's right, that's not what you want.

It's real simple, Collins.

You are either in the car with us, or you are not. Which one is it?

'Cause I can transfer you... I'm in the car, sir.

Good, goddamn it. Now you learn from your experiences then.

Now clear the yard.

Call in the medical staff. I'll do the report.

You're making bones, wood.

Time to get that shit clean.

Why did they shoot that guy with a rifle?

Better question is, why didn't they shoot you?

You were kicking his ass.

Yeah, can't somebody say something?

Get something very clear in your head.

Once you leave that courtroom, society's rules no longer apply.

We play by the cops' rules.

Play by the gangs' rules.

However they want it.

This fucking place is so twisted.

Prison desensitizes you.

First time you see a guy's face cut up, you puke.

Second time, you're concerned.

After a while, you step right over and could give a shit.

It's no different for them pulling the trigger.

Make no mistake... we're all in prison.

Man. There's still a lot of fights going on.

Why Sacramento doesn't learn how to segregate the yards again is beyond me.

Warden, how long have we been working together?

Trust me, sir. I have it all under control.

I know you do.

All right. Thanks a lot.

Well?

There's Daddy.

Way to be, homey. You got down.

Hey, guys.

What was that?

You can't survive in here on your own.

You just can't.

Well, so, what are you, some Nazi skinhead now?

I don't expect you to understand.

I don't.

How we making out with the bills?

Well... the business loan is gone.

I'm halfway through the equity line on the house.

And, uh... well, you know, my temp job doesn't even begin to cover our overhead.

Tell you the truth, I don't know what to do.

All right, screw it. Sell the house.

Sell my truck. Sell whatever you can.

Oh, Wade, that's our house.

I know. But you and Michael are what's important right now.

We'll save up, we'll get another house.

Laura... look at me.

Soon as I get out of here, all of this, it is history, I swear to you.

So, what, they...? They protect you?

In exchange for what?

You just let me worry about that. Okay?

Kick his ass!

Shoot 'em right in the chest. Get their attention.

Nice shooting, Ranger.

Damn, wood.

That's good.

Yeah. Get up and fight.

Hit 'em.

What's up, man? Doing all right?

Yeah.

Why don't you get over there and show 'em what you're made of, homey.

Why don't you, homey?

What, you... You put in some work, and you think you're calling the shots now?

You think you're Billy Badass?

You better get your fucking ass over there, boy.

I ain't seen you fight once since I've been here.

Let's get this motherfucker.

Get down! Fuck him!

Hey!

Boss, they're in the fucking blind spot.

Hit 'em with the CN gas.

Get down or I'll put you down!

Get down!

You better have eyes in the back of your fucking head.

Smith, get to the back of the cell on your knees.

Face the wall. Hands behind your head.

You move, you will get shot. Crack 13.

Let's go.

Close 13.

You get up, Smith.

I warned you, fish.

Now you got me in the hat with you.

You think they'll let this slide?

They're gonna green-light us both.

I should kick your fucking ass myself.

It wouldn't be hard right now.

Thanks, John.

You wanna know how I survive?

You're about to get a crash course, my friend.

You get everything out of the house?

Yeah. Yeah, the storage unit's completely filled.

You sure you're okay with this mess just until escrow closes?

As soon as we get the check, Michael and I will find another place...

Laura. Of course I'm okay.

You and Michael can stay as long as you like.

Always. Always snorting.

I'm not kidding.

Pick it?

Lieutenant.

You getting some shopping done?

Yeah. One can eat only so much pizza and fast food.

Heh. My wife and I recently divorced.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is my wife, Kelly.

And this is Lieutenant Jackson.

Bill. Call me Bill.

Nice to meet you, Bill.

Ha. Nice to meet you. Well, congratulations.

You guys know if it's a boy or a girl?

It's a girl. Oh, I remember these days.

They go by so fast.

You guys are gonna make great parents. I can tell.

Yeah. So are you all settled in from the move?

No, not completely.

We still have to buy a house.

Right. We need the extra room now.

You know, let me know if I can help.

And, uh, don't be afraid to tell people around here that you are part of the family.

More than half this town is employed at the prison.

And, uh, we take care of our own.

Okay. I'll do that. Thank you.

See you tomorrow, James.

See you, lieutenant.

He seems like a really nice guy.

Hm.

Back up.

Turn around.

Two steps back.

Close 13!

Keep your head up out there today.

What do you care?

Give you something else to shoot at.

All right. Suit yourself.

It's done, homey.

Regulation time.

There's my bitch, huh?

Fucking lame.

Should have known after all the shit we did for you.

We?

Shut your hole.

Far as I'm concerned, you're the fucking lame.

I saw you pass the shank on the bus.

Fuck!

Weapon went in the toilet, sergeant. Saw it.

No wood will touch you.

If you wanna ride with us, come see me.

Otherwise... you're on your own.

I can't believe Samson's giving 'em a pass.

Stick Bodie and Rooker in the hole.

Wait, Bill. What about Samson?

What about him?

When I get something on him, it will be something that'll stick.

Why does he hate that guy so much?

Samson gassed him on the main line five years ago.

Hit him square in the face with fucking piss and shit.

Ended up catching hepatitis A, which he passed on to his wife and kid.

We all got our Danny Samsons in here.

You stay on the job long enough... so will you.

What a piece of work's man.

And there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

Human beings are perhaps never more dangerous than when they are convinced beyond a doubt that they are right.

Patience, penance.

What do these ones represent?

Well, that's my calendar.

Anne's birthday.

That was our first date.

That's our anniversary.

My Maria's birthday.

First day she walked.

And day they were taken from me.

And that empty box, what's that one?

This is... the day we're reunited.

Are you writing your girl?

Yeah. I'm trying.

I'm just running out of things to say.

Now... you said... you've been together six years.

How come you haven't married her before now?

I just... wanted to be set first.

You know? Just... wanted to give her some, uh, stability... something neither of us had growing up.

Boy, you sure fucked that up, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah. You could say that.

Hey, John.

You think Samson will keep his word?

Oh, just don't give him a reason not to.

You're an island now... in a sea of sharks.

They all know you're on your own.

Come on, Mike.

Finish it off good. Let's go. Come on.

This is the last one, buddy.

Yeah! Whoo!

Come on. Oh!

Yeah!

Make 'em practice hard, coach. Come on.

Todd's amazing.

Come on, Todd. Big T.

You know, I was thinking maybe we should cool it for a while.

Cool what?

You know... just stick to CDC policy.

Do it by the books just for a while.

That bureaucratic bullshit does not work. You know this.

I know. Of all people, you should know this.

I know, I'm just... Those fucking yard cameras, man.

They pick up everything.

All it takes is for one person to get ahold...

Those cameras are there for us to police ourselves.

Ain't nobody checking nothing. Nothing.

Where's this coming from?

Uh...

I just don't want us to lose everything we worked so hard for, Bill.

I mean, I'm too close to my pension, and I don't wanna lose it over some punk inmate, fucking...

Wait. Now, stop. How much money you make in OT last year?

How much money did you make? I know. Sixty-eight grand.

Yeah, right. On top of a good salary.

Yes. Yeah. Well, come on. You know?

There's a reason we're the highest paid officers in the state.

Because all they give a shit about is that we keep those pieces of shit out of society.

And there ain't nobody gonna burst that bubble, baby.

Nobody. Okay?

You just keep doing it. All right.

Trust me, all right?

All right.

Come on, Todd.

Whoo! Coming around. Come on, coach.

Make 'em hustle.


Stop!

Wade?

Stay in the house!

I said, stop. Wade!

Bad dream?

You ever think about the people that you killed?

No.

Can't get this guy's face out of my head.

Should have stayed inside, let him go. No.

You did what you had to do.

Protect your family.

That's the only thing that matters.

Can I ask you something?

Why didn't you just kill the two guys?

Why the others?

Sorry.

No.

You don't have to... tell me.

Hey, you sleep three feet away from a guy... breathing the same air... you have to know things about him.

And when your life is... forever defined by a single action, it changes time.

It feels like a thousand years ago in my body, but in my mind, it... feels like it happened yesterday.

You know that feeling when you... come home and see your wife and kid?

Yeah.

Try to imagine the unimaginable.

When I came home and... saw them lying there... exposed.

Covered in blood.

My little Maria's... broken legs were spread so far apart... they dislocated her hips.

She was 7 years old.

I wanted those two... punks to experience what I did.

I wanted them to know the unimaginable, and I gave them that.

I killed every member of their families.

Their bloodline wiped clean.

I took their madness.

I purified it.

Before I killed them, they knew that loss.

I wanted the death penalty but I didn't get it.

I wanted to be with my Anne and my Maria.

And that doesn't givev those motherfuckers the right... to break me.

It does give them the right to watch me... rot.

Hey.

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

You sure?

Yeah.

I can't believe it's been 11 months already.

All I think about is holding you again.

Was hoping you'd bring Mikey.

Yeah, I... I would have, but he had some nightmares after the last visit, so...

I thought it'd be better to leave him at home.

Yeah, you're right.

Probably shouldn't see this place ever again, anyway.

Yep.

So we sold the house.

Okay. The full, uh, 425, right?

No. We, uh... We closed at 380.

What?

Three-eighty? Shit, Laura.

I mean, with all the equity gone in the house, you're gonna barely make $10,000.

How're you gonna survive on that?

You don't think I hadn't thought about that?

If you thought you could have done better, you should have.

Hey, I'm the one in here stuck doing time, remember?

Oh, you don't think I'm not doing it too?

While you're in there hanging with your homeboys, I'm dealing with the fucking mess called our life!

Your tools are gone.

Your truck, gone.

Our house, Wade, is gone!

And meanwhile, I'm working this piece-of-shit temp job, I barely see Michael, and I get to live with my mother and listen to all her bullshit all day long while everyone we know stares at me in pity.

All right. Calm down, okay?

I'm sorry. I know you're dealing with a lot.

But you have no idea the shit that goes on in here.

What I've had to do just to survive.

No. Tell me.

'Cause I don't know.

I can't.

Fuck you, Wade!

No.

Don't go, Laura, please.

Please, just sit back down!

Please!

Down! Three.

Now! Four.

Now! Five.

You wanna know the secret to making it in here?

Routine. Just like on the outside.

Get up in the morning. Eat your breakfast.

Do your chores. Exercise.

Go to work.

Everything, you do it down to the last detail.

This is the only prison.

Still thinking about your girl? Her visit?

You should have seen her face, man.

I couldn't do a fucking thing about it.

I've seen it mess with a lot of guys.

You leave that visit on a bad note, it stays that way.

Keep moving.

She's everything to me, man.

If I don't have her or Michael...

I am so done with this shit. Come on, motherfuckers!

Here we go. This is gonna be a brawl.

Can't wait.

Fuck that motherfucker.

I'm not fighting you, man.

Hold that motherfucker. Come on.

Get him. Get... Get that...

What the fuck you doing?

Get him! Yeah, fuck. Fuck that motherfucker.

Fuck that motherfucker.

You called me up here for this? Clear the room.

You heard the lieutenant. Get out.

You wanna fuck with me?

Put him in the infirmary.

If I debrief, I wanna be put in PC for the rest of my term.

Or I'm fucking dead.

You give me everything.

Everything.

You're in protective custody at night.

Speak.

And to think...

19 years I've been dealing with you assholes.

Pushing me. Testing me.

Hell, I've had six hits put on me personally that I know about.

Imagine the stress of that every day, wondering if today's the day they get you.

And people wonder why prison guards have an average life expectancy of only 55 years.

Well, that won't be me.

I don't succumb to pressure.

I inflict it.

Jesus Christ. Please. Please!

Please, I'm begging you. Fuck! I'm begging you.

Tell me. Please, lieutenant. I'm sorry.

And if I let this slide, what's the next asshole gonna pull?

I guess I gotta put a little more fear in you, motherfuckers.

Huh? Up the ante. I'm so... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please. Please, God.

You know what?

Think I got a better way.

You know that inmate that Samson stuck on the bus?

Yeah. He died.

Now, I could give a fuck. But you should.

See, 'cause with the right paperwork by me and an eyewitness, which I now have, Samson's going down for murder one... with you as an accessory.

Okay, look, I'm sorry.

I should've told you the truth.

I thought he was gonna kill me.

I've never been to prison. Okay?

That ship's already sailed, Porter.

Looks like you and me are gonna spend a lot more time together.

Please, lieutenant. I only have four more months left.

I'll do whatever you want, please!

Goddamn it!

Mr. Samson, with the jury having convicted you in count one of first-degree murder, I sentence you to life without the possibility of parole.

This term will run consecutive with your initial sentence.

Mr. Porter... with the jury having convicted you in count one of accessory after the fact to murder, I sentence you to the high term of three years.

And since Lieutenant Jackson's testimony was so overwhelming, I'm adding an additional three years in regard to your gang allegations.

These six years will run consecutive with your initial sentence.

I hope you get your life back on track.


I heard.

I'm sorry.

What the fuck did I do to deserve this?

No, I do not have to face reality, Mom...!

Look at Wade! Look at what he's become.

It happens. It just happens.

Some people go off the deep end...

What do you want me to do, Mom, huh?

You want me just to walk away, right?

You just want me to desert him?

I am sorry, but he has deserted you.

I am trying to get through to you.

You are 33 years old. A single mother.

If you wait, you're gonna be over 40 before he gets out.

And if he does something else, what then?

You have waited in vain.

I was 26 when your father split.

Left you and me without a pot to piss in, remember?

I don't regret a moment of it.

Working all those years to support us.

But take a good look at me, Laura.

I'm 50 years old, and I'm still alone.

I don't wanna see you go through that.

I knew it.

She left me.

She fucking left me.


You want me to take him to the hole?

For what?

You're letting them beat you.

Who gives a fuck.

I got nothing to go back to now. I got fucking nothing.

You of all people should know what that fucking feels like.

How're you holding up in here, John?

Shouldn't you be on that fishing boat of yours, or taking that pretty wife of yours on a holiday?

Well, as a matter of fact, I was on that boat this morning.

You need a new pair of glasses? I could get that done...

No. No, I, uh... Sure? kind of got used to them being broken.

Haven't seen any of your letters on the website lately.

Whatever debt you think you owe me... you paid that a long time ago.

You think that's the only reason I keep coming back here?

No. You've been a good friend to me, Gordon.

But, uh... you and I both know that you'd never see the walls of a prison again if it weren't for me, and that pains me.

So... please, just... go enjoy your life, and...

Look. stop wasting it here.

John.

Guard.


Shh. Hey. Hey.

It's okay. They're gonna take him into surgery right now.

We're not allowed to go in there with him.

Hey, Todd. Todd, hey, it's Daddy.

It hurts.

Oh, yeah. I know, champ.

Shh.

But you gotta be tough, okay?

They're gonna take you in there and they're gonna fix you up. All right?

And I'll be right here, okay, buddy?

Shh.

I'll be right here when you come out.

I promise.

Be tough, okay, baby?

Hey, Stace. Hey, Stacy.

So, what happened?

He was playing in the front yard, and he... With his friends.

He ran into the street to chase the ball, and this guy came plowing around the corner, and he didn't even brake before he smacked into him.

And it's this motherfucker's third DUI strike.

How do you know that?

The cops.

They're over there guarding his fucking room right now.

Looks like your air bag saved you.

Yeah.

Too bad my son didn't have one.

I am so... so sorry.

How's he doing?

I don't wanna hear your fucking bullshit, man.

I didn't mean to hit him. I...

Shh. Shh.

You better pray... a judge shows you leniency, 'cause I will not.

There's not a jail or prison in this state... that you can hide from me.

I'll put the word out that you're a fucking pedophile.

Get a bunch of hard-hitting gangstas to pump your ass till you bleed to death.

Or better yet...

I got your license number and address from the incident report.

Maybe while you're getting fucked up the ass in the joint, faggot, I'll swing by your house and hit your fucking kids.

You just fucked with the wrong motherfucker, son.

One fucking thing.

That's all I can ask is one fucking thing.

I can't get... just one fucking...

Jesus Christ. Jesus.

You got eight seconds.

Escort.

For what?!

Yeah, nigga. OG in the house, motherfucker.

So sorry... What's up, coz?

What's up, my nig?

Fuck you, tinto.

Come on, motherfucker.

Yeah, bitch, I see you.

And I got something for your ass.

You gonna see me, motherfucker. Yeah, you gonna see me soon.

They already gave you the keys to the apartment, right?

Yeah. I just wish it had more storage space.

It's cheap. That's what matters.

And hell, there's plenty of space here.

Oh, no. That one actually stays here.

Aw. Thanks, honey.

Want it? Wait. Uh. Thanks.

Why are you putting Daddy's clothes over there?

Well... baby...

Daddy's not gonna live with us anymore.

But you said he was coming home.

I know. I did.

But things changed.

Honey, it's just...

Sometimes...

Sometimes, Mikey... people... move on to another life.

And all we can do is say goodbye.

Is he mad at us?

No. No, baby, Daddy loves us both very, very much.

You know what?

We're gonna be fine.

Okay? But we can talk about this later. Why...?

Why don't you get out your coloring book, and you can draw Grandma a picture.

Okay?

Mikey?

Where are you?

Porter!

You got a visitor.

I'll give you guys a little extra time.

Thanks.

Is everything okay? Is Mikey all right?

Yeah. No, no, he's fine.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

Tell you the truth, me neither.

Look, I don't know what to do.

I mean, at the rate we're going, Mikey will be starting junior high by the time you get out.

But I know that he doesn't wanna spend the rest of his life without you.

And I don't either.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

Your letter killed me.

I mean, if I don't have you or Michael to come home to...

I'm not gonna make it.

It's just that any time I hang on to any bit of hope, it gets taken away from me.

So you tell me.

Do I wait for you?

I want you to.

But I understand if you can't.

Well, I will.

However long it takes.

I just need to know that when you come out... it'll be you.

Love is the most subtle force on Earth.

It was Laura. No shit.

Look, John...

I know you're never getting out of here.

And I don't mean any disrespect by it... but this guy has robbed me the next seven years of my life with my family.

I can't let this happen.

Well, last time I checked, they don't commute a man's sentence just because he's homesick.

Unless he's got something to barter with.

What do you mean? What do I mean?

Expose the shit they're pulling.

Right. But nobody's gonna risk going against Jackson.

Not even Collins.

You've gotta think outside these walls.

Get the right people involved... force them to pay attention.

How?

Please. Just tell me how.

Hey, LT, how's your son doing?

Sorry.

Listen, Porter in 13 has been asking for you.

I'm in no fucking mood. What do you want?

Ready to give you a good show, sir.

Come again?

You know that Crip in Cell 19?

That motherfucker's one of the reasons I'm in here.

You want a little payback, huh? Yeah.

You put us in the yard. Oh, it'll crack off.

I'm so sick of all you pieces of shit.

I'll tell you what.

You wanna handle this like a soldier so bad, you got it.

But it's my rules. You going all the way.

What do you mean?

Whether you like it or not, you're going into that yard.

And one of you motherfuckers ain't coming out alive.

Even if I gotta end it myself.

Start taking you fuckers out one by one.

You hear me?

Didn't see that one coming.

You've got the address I gave you?

Yeah.

You just make sure you get through to him.

Or this doesn't work.

Why risk it? I told you that we'd wait.

For seven more years?

No, baby. What they did was wrong.

It's not fair to either of us, or Mikey.

What if something happens though? What if they find out, and then you never make it out of here?

I'm coming home.

Just make sure you don't go to anyone in Corrections.

We don't know who we can trust.

Can I help you?

Mr. Camrose? Yeah.


Crack 13!

Let's go, Smith. Right there. Right there. Stop.

Let's go.

Two steps back.

I know what's going on. Don't do it.

Even if you win, you're throwing the rest of your life away, all right?

Hey, what do you care? You're just like them.

I'm not like them. Then do something about it.

Are you sure Wade said it was happening this morning?

Uh, he said that they take him to the yard at 8.

If he doesn't go through with that fight, all we have is circumstantial evidence.

We need to seize those yard tapes before they have a chance to erase 'em.

Whatever happens does not leave this car.

Copy that.

When your life is defined by a single action... you change the concept of time.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Here we go.

You really think it's smart to have 'em all in the yard?

If I have to take one of these assholes out myself... we write it off that we stopped a riot.

Looks like Porter bit off more than he could chew.

Okay, I think he got the point. Let's stop it.

No.


Now.

Go ahead.

You do it, or the next one does not miss.

Not worth it. Get down.

Fellas, okay, fuck that shit.

If they want sangre on their manos, ale, we'll give them sangre.

Let it go, Bill.

They'll whack us, our families.

It's not worth it. You know it.

Let it go.

Clear the yard.

Move it.

Cell 13, off the yard!

Do you think it worked?

Depends on whether your girl got through to Gordon.

I can't believe you got 'em all to stand.

Easy.

Only one thing they hate more than each other: cops.

Especially Jackson.

Both of you. Back in the fucking yard now.

Move your fucking asses!

It's gonna be all right, honey.

You got me, Diaz?

Affirmative, LT.

They fucking twitch, I'll waste 'em.

Oh, fuck. Bill.

I'm gonna go to the infirmary.

Got something going on with my throat.

That's what my report will reflect.

Open the yard door.

Holy fuck, we're in it now.

You fuckers think anybody cares if you make a stink?

Nobody gives a shit about you.

You see, the thing is, I got you two, on camera, leaving the yard alive.

So if anybody checks my report, they'll see that old boy here showed his true colors in the sally port, stuck this bone crusher in your ear.

Of course, we had to take him out with the Mini-14.

And the shitty thing about it is... they'll just send me two fresh new assholes to replace you by sundown.

Ah!

LT!

You fucking...

You think... God...

will let me see my family now?

Yeah.

You...

John?

John.

I fucking knew you weren't with us!

Guess what, Diaz?

The car just crashed.

Oh, fuck.

I've locked down the SHU. Alert all sections.

I'm headed in there now.

Camrose, what...? What are you doing here?

I'm Agent Skiletti with the FBI. We need to talk to you.

I'm sorry, guys, I have an emergency.

I need get to... This is a federal inquiry, warden.

You need to tell me what that emergency is.

I have one dead lieutenant, one inmate.

What are their names?

Lieutenant Bill Jackson.

Inmate's Smith. John Smith.

I wanna see the surveillance tapes of the SHU yard before anyone touches 'em.

H-how do you know it happened in the yard?

Collins.

You weren't with them.

Everyone knows it.

You think that matters?

They'll run me out of here quicker than you, Porter.

Won't be a prison in the system that'll touch me.

Now what do I do?

And you knew nothing about this?

I was in the infirmary, just like my report says.

Look. I fail to see why the FBI thinks they have to get involved before my people finish.

After what I just saw? We're involved.

And let me make this clear, Wade Porter is now a federal witness.

And I want him in protective custody until he's released.

Camrose. How did you know it was gonna happen before the fact?

Sorry. He's not at liberty to disclose that.

That's part of our investigation.

You know what amazes me, Frank...

is that you didn't know.

All right, Wade's been put into protective custody.

Nothing'll happen to him in there.

I'm also gonna push for his extra time to be commuted for his testimony.

Well, w-what does that mean?

Means he'll get out the minute his original sentence is up.

Which is less than three months, right?

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

This was left in your cell.

Thanks.

I'm Gordon Camrose.

A friend of John's.

Oh, hey... Hey, Gordon.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you so much for getting involved.

Yeah. Sure.

I heard you were a captain.

Yeah. I guarded John for 20 years.

I spent more time with him than I did with my own family, seems like.

He, uh... saved me from a sticking.

I don't know if he ever told you that.

No. Yep.

I'd have been dead for sure.

Hm.

Though it ain't the only reason I... watched out for him.

And I tried to explain that to him, and...

He was one of my true friends.

Mine too.

Son of a bitch never told me anything about this the last time I saw him, you know.

Then, heh, your fiancée came out of the blue, you know.

Oh, she wanted me to tell you...

Uh... she wanted me to give you a little message, uh, about setting up a new wedding date for you.

Heh. Yeah.

Thank you. Yeah, Wade.

You get some rest now, okay?

Hey, uh...

John went out the way he wanted.

They never broke him.

No.

No, they didn't.

Usually I'm quoting someone else's words.

The least I can do is give you some John Smith originals.

They won't be poetic.

But they'll be the truth.

Close 13!

What's up, come on, man.

I'm supposed to be in PC the rest of my fucking term.

Jackson said... Jackson's dead.

You can get up.

Yes, prison desensitizes you.

But it also forces you to see what's most important.

Family. And loyalty.

Because a con like you knows neither exists in this place.

So don't run from who you've become, felon.

Embrace it.

Grow from it.

And you'll never lose sight of what truly matters.

That's my final piece of advice, Wade Porter.

You protect your family at all costs.

Even if you're forced to kill again.

Because if I had to, I'd wipe out the whole planet to get mine back.