Doing Hard Time

Put your hands up!

Get against the fence. Against the fence.

Not my boy.

Chase.

Not my boy!

Help me, someone!

Chase!

Why don't you tell me what happened, son?

Okay. I mean, that's cute.

- You don't mind if I smoke, do you?

- It's your house, man.

No doubt.

Why did you shoot the boy?

I didn't shoot nobody, man.

Come on, Curtis.

A drug deal gone bad.

Tempers get out of hand.

Guns get fired.

One of you accidentally shot the kid.

The question is, which one?

Why don't you figure out which one, then?

Now you hang tight. I'll go do that.

I don't know. Looks light, feels light.

Got you both on drug charges.

But there's a bigger picture here.

Now, we'll drop the possession.

Just tell me who shot the kid.

What kid? Somebody shot a kid?

Well, you see right there...

that tells me it wasn't you.

But that leaves only one other person.

If I was you, I'd be looking

to get out in front of this thing.

You ain't me.

You're f***ed, you know that?

You're cute and you're funny.

You're a comedian.

Welcome back, homey.

Who you talking to?

I ain't your f***ing homey, homes.

Now you listen, because I know the streets.

Honor? I know all about it.

I know you ain't no f***ing snitch.

But Razor tried to take your dope

and kill you.

Where is the honor in that?

The way I see it...

you don't owe him nothing, Curtis.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to write down

on this piece of paper...

that Razor tried to rob me for a bird...

we got into a gunfight,

and he shot the kid, right?

Your own words.

Let's see now:
Possession.

One with a gun will get you two.

Complicity to murder.

I mean, I just want to get this right

so ain't no confusion.

Take your time.

I hear you. You hear it...

Yeah, I'll get you a lawyer.

You want a lawyer?

You want to beat me down, don't you?

What I want to do, and what is legal...

are two different things.

Get out of here.

Have the members of the jury

reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

- Will the defendants please rise?

On the charge

of possession of a controlled substance...

with the intent to sell, what say you?

We find the defendants guilty as charged.

On the charge of murder

in the second degree, what say you?

We find the defendants not guilty.

The defendants are remanded

to the State of California immediately.

Let's go!

Come in here! Step it up! Step lively!

On the line! Let's go! Face front!

Face front! Let's go!

Welcome to paradise, ladies.

Let's go! Face me! Turn and face me!

Get in here! On the line!

My name is Capt. Pierce, and I like it.

So don't call me Pierce...

Cap, Hey you, Chief, or anything else.

- Understand?

- Yes, Capt. Pierce.

Casaway Correctional Facility has rules...

like the society you came from.

Unlike the society you came from,

there are no legal loopholes or shortcuts.

So if you break them,

you will be held accountable.

This place runs on a ticket system.

Tickets add time to your sentence.

The more tickets, the more time.

You keep your nose clean,

do your job, keep a positive attitude...

and you won't see any tickets.

Do the opposite,

and you will grow old and die in here.

Here you go.

Can I get you something to drink?

No, I meant...

Never mind.

So how long

are you going to do this, Michael?

Do what?

Not go to work, drink all day,

sit around and feel sorry for yourself.

- I wasn't Chase's mother, but I loved...

- That's right!

His mother died.

You can't possibly know what I feel.

Then have your son murdered...

and the men responsible get five years.

Eligible for parole in two...

because the jury couldn't determine

who was responsible.

I won't stop it. You have got to move on.

You know what?

Maybe you ought to move on.

I'm Linda Shepard.

You'll call me Miss Shepard or ma'am.

I'm your counselor.

I see here you're responsible

for the death of a 7-year-old.

That wasn't me.

- It wasn't you?

- Didn't I say it wasn't me?

Okay.

Let's talk about

what you were convicted of then.

Possession of a controlled substance

with the intent to sell. Was that you?

No, they got the wrong guy.

So you are a political prisoner,

like Tony Montana, then?

You and the rest of the convicts in here?

You're a real cold piece of work,

Miss Shepard.

A sexy woman like yourself

in here with all these Mandingo warriors.

Okay, we're done.

The wet dreams you be having at night,

you could fill a river.

Get out.

What's up with that, Rock?

- What's your man tell you?

- Are you getting out any time?

- Looking good, Lt. Lodge.

- Keep it orderly, Ron.

All right, this one here.

And you got a name?

- They call me Clever.

- So how's that working for you?

- How's what working for me?

- Being clever.

Good.

Because that's what I am.

I'm Durty, bro. Durty Curt from Detroit.

Your mother name you that?

What you in for, Durty Curt from Detroit?

I'm innocent, man.

Yeah, right. Me, too.

I got caught in a love triangle.

I was messing around

with this married man...

one of my Latin students.

His wife caught me teaching him

a few new moves, and she goes off on me...

and I smacked that b*tch.

He goes bananas, talking about

don't hit the mother of his children...

and starts beating on me

like I'm one of his vatos.

Suddenly there was this knife in my hand,

and he kept falling on it...

over and over...

and over and over again.

Let's get one thing straight, Clever.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes