Camp X-Ray Page #6

She can handle it.

You can't.

Yeah, one time in, uh, high school,

freshman year, me and my boys...

we needed to go to the

liquor store, pick up a...

I'd take the whole f***ing

thing down by myself.

Why don't you bring me over a hot dog?

Whoo, boy

Come on, man.

Look at them girls go

- Whoo!

- Oh, oh!

Yeah, get her! Get her!

I know what I'm talking about

Ohh!

- Let's go.

- Can I get your autograph?

Oh.

Mnh.

Sh*t. That's... sorry.

Hey.

- It's real nice.

- That ain't... that ain't mine.

- That's the communal stash.

- Mm-hmm.

Is this what you like?

Slow down a little bit, all right?

Oh.

Yeah. Don't move.

Mnh, stop, okay?

Hey, stop!

F***!

I'm sorry.

F*** you, b*tch!

Hey, where have you been?

You all right?

Hey, come here.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

I'm fine.

Hey, Cole.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

4-7-1, wake up.

No, no. Not again.

Leave me alone.

Come on, on your feet.

Back to the door.

You know the drill.

F*** you.

Sleep tight.

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

Is 471 still on his frequent flyer program?

Yup.

Mecca?

Well, it damn sure ain't

pointing to Disneyland.

He's quite the artist.

Mm-hmm.

The guy's a regular "poocasso."

What... you haven't heard that one yet?

What will you do with that?

Write it up and hand it off to G.I.S.

Intelligence gathering for that?

That's the S.O.P.

Seems like a waste of time.

Yeah, well, that also seems

to be the S.O.P. Around here.

You know... hey, will you

go get the chaplain for me?

I need him to search that Qur'an.

Yeah.

It's small in here.

Yeah, you ain't kidding.

- Hey, Bergen.

- Yeah, what's up?

You know what that brevity code means?

- "Alfred Hitchcock on the block"?

- Yeah.

That is a shrink visited the detainee.

- Really?

- Yeah.

There's a whole bunch of 'em in here.

Dude's a head case.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, man.

Hey.

Hey.

Tough week, huh?

Yeah.

I mean, like, I handle it, you know.

I'm not tripping or anything. It's just...

No, yeah. Um, yeah, me too.

Yeah.

It's kind of a weird situation, though.

I know, right?

F***ing detainees, man.

What's their f***ing problem?

- Well, where were you?

- Yeah.

Hey, do you guys get any

of that detainee chow?

That sh*t looks good.

Nope. We're not supposed to touch it

if there's any left over, either.

F***!

F***ing detainees...

they get all the breaks, right?

Have you ever read Harry Potter?

The kids' book?

No, why?

No reason.

You know Sudoku?

Yeah, sure.

You know, I have done all these books here,

so I have to make my own, you know?

Well...

It's pretty.

You know, it's not just the drawing.

You know what I mean?

The numbers are very hard to figure out.

You... you cannot just put any number in.

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