Felon Page #3

Well, you tell her

you're not gonna fight, period.

So she might as well just let it go.

And if that doesn't work, then,

you know, just kick her in the nuts.

Give me a hug.

Get out of here, man.

Come on.

I'll see you later.

Hey, Todd.

You know I was kidding, right?

The weak are the ones

who can't avoid trouble.

- I know, Dad.

- All right. See you later.

Oh, man.

Yo, that f***ing toad's eyeballing you,

homey.

Got into a fight with him at county.

Didn't think it was that big a deal.

Sh*t, man, everything in here

is a big f***ing deal.

Look at someone the wrong way,

it's on.

You f***ing don't look at them,

it's on.

Do yourself a favor.

When we get down to yard...

...get down for your f***ing race,

wood.

Sling with the first monkey

who opens his mouth.

I'll back you up.

Don't you f***ing worry about it.

- It's jumping off.

- What?

We have a major 415 in the back

of the bus. Multiple inmates involved.

Have an ERT unit dispatched

and ready.

- Oh, f***!

- They got the motherfucking goons.

You found it under your seat.

Don't say sh*t.

- Rats get whacked.

- What are you doing?

Sit down and shut up. Now!

Heads down! Now!

And stay down...

...stay quiet.

Or I'll CN gas the whole f***ing bus.

Let you choke on it!

Send him to the infirmary.

Throw the rest in the hole

till we figure this sh*t out.

- Team, get them off the bus.

- Get your asses up.

- Let's go off the bus. Let's go.

- Let's go. Hurry up.

It wasn't my weapon, I swear.

- Save that sh*t.

- It was under my seat.

Jesus Christ.

What am I gonna do?

Oh, man.

Hey!

- Hey, guard!

- Shut the f*** up!

Guard, please.

Hello?

What am I gonna do?

One f***ing phone call!

Damn it, this is f***ing crazy.

Motherf***er, come on!

Please, God. Please.

I shouldn't even f***ing be in here!

Get your head off the ground, fish.

Look at me in my eyes

when I talk to you.

We know you didn't stick that inmate.

Tell us who did it and you're out of it.

I don't know.

I found the weapon under my seat.

- Somebody must've slid it on the floor.

- Bullshit.

We know it was Danny Samson.

Just admit it.

If you know,

why do you need me?

Son of a b*tch!

- I will put you in the hole...

- Come on.

- till you're f***ing an old man.

- You hear me?

- Wait.

Let me tell you about that piece of sh*t

you're covering for.

You think he'll give you love for this,

get yourself some protection, right?

Samson's a stone-cold killer

who could give a f*** about you.

Look what he did

to one of his own race.

You don't mean sh*t to him.

Look at me, boy.

When the time comes,

he will whack you.

Protect his own ass.

Is that who you looking to back?

That inmate that got stuck in the neck,

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