Caged

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Pile out, you tramps.

It's the end of the line.

Grab your last look at free side, kid.

- Hi, Emma.

- Hi.

Shut up!

Line up by twos.

Take them to the receiving room, Cassie.

You know the way blindfolded.

Heard you was falling back in.

Still got you scrubbing, Meta?

Give me some skin!

No guy's given me a tumble in months.

Shut up!

The lists are alphabetical. Marie Allen.

Court says you're married. Legitimate?

All valuables must be turned over to us

until you hit free side.

Wedding ring, too.

Some county-jail gum heels

must have been here first.

Do they still soak you a fiver

for a phone call or a visitor?

Sign this. I'll fill it in later.

Mother living? Father?

Any brothers? Sisters?

Well, there's just my mother.

She got married again.

Nothing like this has ever happened

to anybody in the family.

No previous criminal record.

In case of death, who do we notify?

Death? Oh, Mom, I guess.

Belong to any church?

We used to go.

It's a church on State Street.

I forget its name. I think...

Armed robbery, huh? For one to 15 years.

The judge called me an accessory.

I've got to get to your version

of the crime, so shoot.

Well, we'd only been married

a couple of months.

We tried to find a place to live,

but everything costs so much,

so Mom let us move in

with her and my stepfather.

Well, Tom was always fighting with Gus.

That's my stepfather.

He tried to find a better job,

and then he got fired.

Get to the crime.

When Tom drove into that gas station,

I stayed in the car while he...

Then the attendant hit Tom over the head,

and I went out to help him.

I guess

that's why they called me an accessory.

They took back the $40.

Five bucks less,

and it wouldn't be a felony.

Don't try to kid me.

How old are you really?

Nineteen.

Sign this. I'll skip the mental test.

You look normal enough.

Lots of them haven't all their marbles.

You can take your physical.

- Where?

- The infirmary. Your number's 93850.

No, 93850. Remember it.

The infirmary's at the end of the corridor.

Follow your nose.

Next, Emma Barber. Snap into it.

Say, you got real skinny, didn't you?

I hope your batch is cleaner

than the last lot.

I had to scrub them with brooms.

Eyes okay.

No drugs in the ears.

Open your mouth wide.

I said, wide.

No drugs in the mouth. Teeth sound.

Lung tap sound.

Heart excited but strong enough.

What's the matter?

I feel a little sick.

Get that way often?

Yes, the last week or so.

Say, you expecting company?

I don't know.

Another pregnant one. Get up.

You know who the father is?

My husband.

Well, ain't we getting respectable?

Could he help with the expenses?

He's dead.

Another bill for the State. Get dressed.

Shall I put down "pregnant"?

No, better wait. See what the doc says.

That trained seal sure can ask

a lot of questions.

Who's this Pearl Harbor, anyway?

Is she an inmate?

- Shut up, Emma, and strip.

- Oh, goodie.

Never mind the glamour, puss.

Couldn't I have a comb?

What's the difference?

There's no men in here.

Can I write a letter to my mother?

No, not while you're in isolation.

You gotta stay here

until your blood test comes back,

so for two weeks,

there'll be no mail, no visitors, no nothing.

Welcome to Lysol Lane.

Did you just get in today?

I'm on the last lap.

Ten to 20. They had to put me in here.

No beds in the infirmary.

I'm sick.

I got it bad.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You better not stay

too close to the bed, sister.

It's just the break you get.

Sometimes you get a matron

who's a louse.

Sometimes you get a good egg.

I'd walk a mile for a cigarette

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