Lock Up Page #2

you to Norwood. That's a country club.

I ended up here in Gateway,

the worst sh*t-hole in the system.

You don't remember, do you?

I asked you.

No, I begged you, Drumgoole.

Do you remember that?

I had two weeks before I was released.

I asked for one hour to visit...

...with that old man before he died.

- I was doing my job.

There's a lot of ways to do your job!

You could've given me an escorted leave,

could've had armed guards.

You broke the law.

You broke the law, and I was punished!

- I got five years. I paid my debt!

- Not to me. But you're going to.

I've only got six months left

on my sentence.

In Gateway,

six months could be a lifetime.

This is hard time. You have no rights

here unless I give them to you.

You feel no pleasure unless

I tell you you can. This is hell...

...and I'm going to give you

the guided tour.

Okay, tough guy. Open your mouth.

Roll your tongue around.

You trying to kiss me, huh?

Let me see your ears.

What are you looking at, a**hole?

- You check his nose?

- Checked it.

Good.

This is a delousing chamber.

Don't breathe.

X ylon-profic gas can be harmful to

your lungs. Stand with your legs apart...

...arms out and away from your body.

When I tell you, take a deep breath.

Hold it for 30 seconds.

Start now.

Ten seconds.

Not yet. He can take more.

Braden...

...you'll learn that inmates are physically

more capable than you could imagine.

If you underestimate them...

...it will cost you dearly.

Watch out for the birds.

- What the hell you doing?

- Sorry.

Yo, Billy, get that weight.

Move it, ace. That's my spot.

That's my spot too.

- Any spot that isn't yours?

- Nope, they're all mine.

You wanna use it, you gotta pay.

Not so fast, ace.

I'm not gonna gouge you.

That little thing around your neck,

that'll buy you a spot for the day.

- Put a f***ing hole in your heart.

- All right, break it up! Break it up!

I said, break it up! Back off!

Spread 'em. Back off!

- All right, Weber, drop the shank.

- There ain't no shank, Braden.

- All right, let's go.

- You motherf***er!

- Spread 'em, goddamn it.

- You're making a big mistake, a**hole.

- You go in the hole for carrying that.

- Where's your witness, your evidence?

Well, where is it?

- He saw it.

- He didn't.

- You saw him carrying the shank, right?

- I didn't see nothing.

- You're making a bad mistake, Braden.

- Get him the f*** out of here!

He would have put that shank in you.

What did you cover for him for?

You got your rules, we got ours.

Hey, hey, hey. I do know the face,

and I do know the name.

Hey, Frank. Frank Leone, right?

Name's Dallas.

I was in Treadmore

right before you busted out.

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