Nine Lives

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Get up against the wall.

- Let's go!

- Get on the ground!

I got her!

- Against the wall.

- Inmate.

Since when are you on the cleaning crew?

Since today.

What happened with the kitchen?

I'm still there.

You're trying too hard.

They're dogs.

Keep your nose out of the sh*t.

Hey.

- You and me gonna talk, b*tch.

- Walk. Don't talk.

- C*nt.

- Stay!

- Sweet dreams, huh?

- You piss me off, Nicole.

Shut up, princess.

So what was that about?

- What?

- With Nicole, just now.

- Nothing.

- Don't f*** with me, Sandra.

What was what about?

Be straight with me and I can help.

Help what?

I know you're trying to be

on your best behavior here. Don't f*** it up.

She walks around threatening everyone.

That's her thing.

If I catch wind of anything,

you're gonna regret it.

I'm just minding my own business.

What do you know

about that thing in the infirmary?

What thing?

Sandra.

I had nothing to do with that.

I know you had nothing to do with it.

That's not what I'm asking.

I'm asking what you know about it.

Why would I know anything about it?

Because if you happen to know something

that could help me, I could help you.

Help me what? Get my ass kicked?

Rack the gate.

Officer.

How come you keep saying

you can help me?

- Because I can.

- How?

By writing the judge in your case

about your behavior here.

How long you been in here, Sandra?

- Two months?

- Four and a half.

How do you like it?

You know what the trick is here?

Making yourself invisible.

So tell me something I don't know.

- I don't know anything about the infirmary.

- What do you know something about?

- About that thing with the towels.

- Come on, come on, come on, Sandrita.

You do not want to grow old in here.

I heard that someone said

that Jane was involved with it.

With what, Sandra? With f***ing what?

- With the infirmary.

- Who said that?

I don't know. They were behind me.

I wasn't going to turn around.

Okay.

Okay.

Good girl.

I'm all done.

Hey!

Officer, I have visitors.

No visitors today.

- No, yes. They okayed them again.

- No visitors.

I'm pretty sure they okayed them.

Please check.

Anything else you need?

I'm here two minutes,

already I gotta deal with Her Majesty.

Tickets, please.

Jones.

Come in.

Are there visitors today or not?

I don't think so. Hold on.

I'm pretty sure they okayed them.

I'm not asking you.

Step back, madam.

You know,

people like you don't do well in here.

Why do you say that?

You just don't.

It's natural selection.

They're having them.

Okay. It's your lucky day.

You can let her through.

You again. Ubiquitous.

- You know what that means?

- No.

Someone who's everywhere. That's you.

Is that good or bad?

You're becoming a fixture around here.

No.

What?

Nothing. I'm sorry.

- Why are you staring at me, sister?

- I'm sorry.

- You looking to make friends?

- No.

You think you don't need any?

- Who are you?

- Sandra.

My daughter's name is Sandra.

How old are you?

Thirty-seven, Mom.

She's younger.

Why are you here?

I have visitors.

No, I mean why are you locked up?

Is this your first time?

The first time was a mistake.

Here's a tip for you...

I don't need a tip from you.

Stay off my back.

What advice can you give me?

Look at you. In prison at your age?

It's embarrassing. No, it's disgusting.

Sandra, you're up.

Hi, baby. How are you, sweetie?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

She can't hear me.

Hello.

- It's dead.

- Yes. Thank you, it's dead.

Hold on.

They're going to fix it.

They are going to fix it!

Are you okay?

Are you all right?

Are you all right, baby?

Keep it down.

The phone is dead.

- Well.

- Can we move to another one?

- No, they're not open.

- I'll wait.

You can't wait. There's only five minutes left

till the hour's over.

- I reported it.

- Okay.

What am I gonna do now?

- She won't be here for another month.

- Calm down, Sandra.

- What the hell do I supposed to do now?

- First thing you're gonna do...

is take your hand off my arm,

then you're gonna calm down.

- I need to talk to the girl.

- You can go back to your cell...

Why is it

that I can't talk to my own daughter?

- Why is it I can't talk to my own daughter?

- I think this visit is over.

- Keep your voice down, Sandra!

- Why?

All right, that's it! Jones!

- Nothing works. Are you okay, baby?

- Come on!

- No!

- Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Come here! Come here, come here.

Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry!

I'm sorry. Please, please.

Okay.

Baby, I'll see you next time.

Mama loves you so much.

- Nothing works in this piece of sh*t!

- All right, all right!

It's a shithole, you motherfuckers!

- Got her? You got her?

- Yeah.

Let me see my daughter!

Yeah, that's good.

Hello, Di. How are you?

How long have you been back?

God, I don't know. Like five years.

- Five?

- Well, no. I was back for a year...

then I was in London for two more,

and now I've been back for two...

No, three. I don't know.

The year you were back,

you were here in town, or...

Yeah?

What? I look that bad?

No, no.

- You're still you.

- That's a relief, I think.

You live around here?

South Bay, but I'm moving. We're moving.

How about you?

Near here. Yeah.

- You're pregnant.

- Yeah. Go figure, huh?

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- Wow. When's it due?

- August.

- I'm married.

- Yeah, I know.

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