On The Inside Page #3

Look where I am.

I'm Tom Bogotus.

Allen Meneric.

I looked at your file.

- Okay.

- Look, it's standard.

I'm gonna watch you

for a while.

But you've got those extenuating

circumstances with your crime

and I'm thinking you might

be able to get moved.

Well, you're the professional.

Yeah, I am.

I've been here nine years.

What was it

that you wanted from me?

I want you to know that if you keep

your thing together around here,

you might be able

to get yourself transferred

some place

a little more evolved.

You wouldn't have to wear

restraints every day.

What if I like the restraints?

The fact that you even make

a joke like that

indicates to me

that you shouldn't be in max.

You can tell that?

Do you understand

that what you did was wrong?

Is that enough?

All right.

Look, I said what I said.

You go for your interview

in front of the board,

I'll make my recommendations,

and they'll put you

where they think you oughta be.

All right, listen up.

Ben Marshall,

Carl Tarses, and Allen Meneric,

you guys are

Arts and Crafts today.

Jim Holliday and Anthony Chessman

are Physical Therapy.

And everyone else

is Reading Skills.

This is my house.

And I can smell what you are.

And that sh*t

don't run in my house.

You got any questions? Get in.

I'm gonna have to find the time

to put a hurt

on that old boy, huh?

I'm sure he's scared to death.

Yeah. He oughta be.

Why are you so...

I'm sorry?

Um, nothing.

No, no. Finish your sentence.

Never mind.

Never mind? No, no, no, no, no.

- I don't care how batshit crazy you...

- I'm not crazy.

Let's be really clear.

I have a condition.

I have a glandular condition.

And I will bite your nose

off your f***ing face.

What makes me so what?

Hard to get along with.

What's the matter?

You don't like me?

Ah, I like you.

I'd like you even more if you didn't,

you know, try to get to me.

I apologize.

I'm a mean bastard.

I'm Carl Tarses.

Who's "Eyeballs" over here?

That's Allen. He's a murderer.

Oh.

What about you? Do you like me?

I think you're

the salt of the earth.

I'm a bloodthirsty killer

like yourself, huh?

Yeah, we should organize

a club or something.

Who'd you kill?

Careful, Allen.

I asked you something.

I don't know if you heard me.

I'm not gonna do this with you.

Oh, I think you will.

I thought they had you

working nights.

Aw, man. Nights, days...

All kinds of hours.

I'm gonna end up

like one of these guys in a minute.

Yeah, I missed ya.

Great.

- Hey, what's up?

- Welcome back, man.

Thanks.

Hey, uh, are you gonna take

that courthouse job?

Yeah, well, first I have to find out

if I passed the test.

Ben?

- Ben!

- Forget it.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes