Cell 213 Page #2
Somebody smarter than me said that
is a whole lot stronger...
- Maybe they phrased it better than that.
- Slightly.
Your boy is going to be in prison the rest
of his life, whether it's in here or not.
Lawyers' rooms are down here on the right.
(DOOR UNLOCKING)
MICHAEL:
Good evening, Mr. Johnston.You're late.
You'll be happy to know we won the appeal.
You'll be out of here in 72 hours.
I just need you to sign some of these
papers, then we'll get you out of here.
Sign here and here.
(MUTTERS)
I'm sorry?
I killed her.
I took her into the woods.
I told her if she gave me
what I wanted, I'd let her go.
After we was done, she promised
she wouldn't tell nobody.
- She was real scared.
- You don't have to tell me this.
I didn't want it to end.
I wanted to show her more of my power.
So I choked her...
...as hard as I could.
She didn't even try to scream.
She just kept looking at me.
Until she was dead.
Then I threw her in the river.
She sunk like a stone.
Like...
Nothing.
Why are you telling me this?
Because you're next.
Stop. Jesus!
Stop! Let go! Let go!
Help! Help!
Stop. Somebody!
Help me!
Back up!
I saw him do it. The crazy motherf***er
killed his own client.
Okay, bring them in. Bring them in.
Here we go.
HEAD GUARD:
Get them out of there!Move it! Move it, move it!
Come on, people. Move, move, move! Let's go!
Alright, bobble-heads! Move it. Move it!
Then you go, there you go, there you go!
Well, what do you know? Look who's here.
Now, I may just be an old country boy,
but I do believe they call this irony.
Move your ass!
Come on, people, let's go!
Move it, fat ass. Got a diet for you!
(DOOR BUZZER)
(PRISONERS SHOUT)
HEAD GUARD:
Let's go, let's go, let's go.Move it, move it.
PRISONER:
Sweet little smooth cheeks.Over here, sweetheart.
Single file.
PRISONER 2:
Where you going, baby?PRISONER 3:
Oh, so shy!Lesson number one. Don't look at your feet.
Straight ahead. Straight ahead.
That's good.
Come on, let's move it. Move it.
(DOOR BUZZER)
(PRISONER LAUGHS MANICALLY)
Where are we going?
You don't get to ask questions anymore.
(DOOR BUZZER)
(PRISONER WAILS)
(DOOR BUZZER)
HEAD GUARD:
That's good.If it were up to me,
I would have dropped your sweet little
candy ass off in that shark tank.
Churned the water with you a little bit.
(CHUCKLES)
But our warden, he's a compassionate man.
Pretty much just you
and the short eyes in here.
Getting the special treatment
right off the bat.
You're a lucky boy.
- Cell 213, stepping.
- (DOOR BUZZER)
Stop. Keep facing the wall.
Cell 213 locking.
(DOOR BUZZER)
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