Inside the Walls of Folsom Prison Page #3

- Morning.

- Good morning, what can I do for you?

I'm Frazier, Sacramento Press.

I want to see the Warden.

He hasn't come back from lunch,

but his house is right across the street.

- Why don't you step over and send

your name in. - Thanks, I will.

- Take this man over to

the Warden's house. - Thank you.

- Warden Rickey? I'm Frazier,

Jim Frazier, Sacramento Press.

- Well?

- I'd...

- I'd like a few minutes of

your time, Warden. - What for?

Well, it's been reported to my paper

that one of your inmates

was so badly beaten by...

a prison officer,

that he's now paralysed.

- Anything in it?

- No.

I'll have to have more proof

than that to kill this story.

In other words,

you don't believe me.

That's about it.

Alright Mr. Frazier, come with me.

Get in.

Why do they have to search your car?

How do we knowbut

somebody stashed a gun under the hood.

You better shake this guy down too,

he's a newspaper man.

Yeah, I might have

a typewriter taped to my skin.

OK.

- After you Mr. Frazier.

- Thank you.

What's the name of the man

you had the report on?

Riordan, Jeff Riordan.

Number 16.

Just a moment, what is this?

Those are the men

who started that riot a few weeks ago.

- How long have they been getting

this treatment? - About

two weeks I guess.

Riordan's in here.

Riordan!

Move your leg!

See, he's not paralysed.

Leave him alone.

- What did he do?

- He was top man in the riot.

Don't you think he ought

to be in the hospital?

Perhaps you're right.

You should have reported

Riordan's condition to the Captain's office.

Phone the hospital and have them

send a stretcher down right away.

Any other suggestions...

Mr. Frazier?

We have to get out here

and show ourselves to the gate guards.

What for?

So they can see there's nobody in the car

holding a gun on us.

We lost a warden that way once.

- Good warden?

- Not bad...

As wardens go.

It's only fair to warn you

that the story I'm going to write

will tell exactly what I saw here today.

Go ahead and write it,

but write this too.

Those men murdered

Captain Baxter and the guards.

They tried to use

Sergeant Hart and me as hostages.

If they'd got away with it,

we would have had our throats cut.

What would you do in a case like that?

Put them in the bridal suite

and give them breakfast in bed?

- Drop in again Mr. Frazier, any time.

- Thanks. Maybe I will.

- What do you want? - Mr. Rickey, Sir, the

word's out that I tipped you off about...

- You know...

- Well?

You got to help me sir,

get me away from the yard.

- You'll be alright, we'll protect you.

- I don't think you can, they'll kill me.

Alright, if it worries you that much

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