Lock Up Page #3

- You were on A-block, weren't you?

- Yeah, I was on A-block.

- Good memory.

- Treadmore doesn't have an A-block.

- Watch your feet.

- Okay, dig it.

Look, look,

I was there on transfer, man.

Less than two hours,

but I know all about you.

- You're looking at a devoted fan.

- D.T.A.

D.T.A., okay. What's that, man?

Don't trust anybody.

Words to survive by. Watch your feet.

- D.T.A.

- D.T.A.

You gotta trust somebody.

Let me hip you to the joint.

See this fat tub of sh*t?

That's Manly. His partner's Wiley.

They're sadistic pigs.

They ain't happy unless they hurt you.

I mean, if the warden wants to put

the boot to you, he uses them.

The black dude in the booth

is Captain Meissner.

Now he runs the guards, okay?

He's one bad dude.

We already met. I gotta do my work.

Okay. Okay. Cool. Cool, man.

So listen, Frank...

...when you decide to make your break,

and I know you will...

...you come talk to me.

You come talk to Dallas.

Okay? Anything you want,

anything you need, man...

...I can get it. Anything.

All right? Okay?

No way. No damn way!

No way. No damn way!

You're always crying about how you

need a man who knows engines.

I brought you the man, Homes.

Look, don't "Homes" me.

The only thing you brought is trouble.

- Come on, Eclipse.

- I heard all about you, Leone.

Whatever is between you and

Drumgoole ain't coming in here.

The boys ain't got no problem with me.

I ain't got no problem with the boys.

Come on, Eclipse.

You're making me look bad.

- I promised the dude a job. You owe me.

- I don't owe you or nobody nothing.

Hey, you! Get your face out of that

motor! Get your face out of there.

You don't know nothing about motors.

Stay away from it! Okay?

It's been a while since I've seen

an old 265 small block.

That's the last time

you're gonna see one in this shop.

Come on. Frank, we can work this out.

We're all gentlemen here.

It's his place. He knows what he

wants. It's okay. Thanks anyway.

Thanks. You made me look beautiful.

I appreciate the endorsement.

Hey, Frank. Hold up, man.

You didn't want this job anyway, man.

Greasy fingers, oil on your clothes...

- Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

- All right?

- Prison joke.

I lost my watch. Why don't you give me

a hand looking for it.

Roll your ass on out of here, man.

Officer Vazquez, you ought to

put on a few pounds. You look frail.

Frank, I meant what I said. I'm gonna

get you something good, easy, cool.

- You're gonna love it.

- Shut up. Get inside. Shut up. Inside!

Here's your sh*t from Norwood, Leone.

All right. Lock in!

Problem?

No, I got no problems.

I wanna know what's going on.

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