Caged Page #5

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If it wasn't for men,

we wouldn't be in here.

You said it. I've been married five times.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing, if you're not married to them all

at the same time, like I was.

I bet you got some story, too, huh, Kitty?

Your husband in the stir?

He was killed in a holdup.

If he was alive, he'd have another dame

when you get out anyway.

- Good night.

- Good night.

How many jobs did you pull

before they nabbed you?

I don't want to talk about it, please.

You will.

I want to go home.

I want to get out of here.

Do you hear that train?

People are going home on that train.

Conductor, wait for me.

Let me on that train!

Let me out of here.

I don't belong in here.

I'm Georgia Harrison.

Father!

Father! Father!

Father!

Oh, Father!

- No.

- Grab her.

- No! No!

- She's bleeding like a stuck pig.

A cold hose will quiet her down.

No, Harper, the infirmary.

She's cut an artery.

File out, you tramps!

- Christiansen, Velma.

- Kopsky, Gita.

- O'Connor, Mary.

- Allen, Marie.

That old lady of mine,

the things she writes.

"And I know you'll be a good girl

and keep out of trouble."

How much more trouble can I get into?

Get lost.

You ain't deep.

I've been watching you.

You're no squealer,

so I'm gonna give you a break.

What are you gonna do

when you flop out of stir?

Ever figure on boosting?

This kid wouldn't know

a booster from a hustler.

Boosting, shoplifting,

the department store circuit,

none of your five-and-dime stuff

like your first rap.

We operate on a big scale.

The boys will protect you

just like your own mother.

If they protect you, why are you in here?

I knocked a guy off.

The syndicate pays me for recruiting,

so I can take care of Harper.

Live easy.

You just leave it to me,

and I'll see that you get your parole quick.

You see, these guys I'm working with,

they got drag.

Time to flop out,

and they'll fake a legit job for you.

With the soft dough

you can make shoplifting,

you can get the things a girl likes.

I know what's going through her head.

She's been listening to Benton.

Rehabilitation, taking cold showers,

working for good behavior.

When I get out, I'm not coming back.

- After I'm paroled...

- Parole? Didn't the parole board okay me?

I've been packed a solid year

pulling dead time.

You're a repeater.

They don't let any con out of stir

until the parole officer gets her a job

and a place to live.

We think we're flopping out, then wham,

they can't find us a job,

and we're packed in here

pulling dead time.

You see, kid, in this cage,

you get tough or you get killed.

Better wise up before it's too late.

Now, how about it?

Don't think I'm not grateful,

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