Sharkansas Women's Prison Massacre Page #2

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baby.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Water splashes ]

[ Growling ]

You gotta be kidding me.

[ Screams ]

Day's almost over, Mike.

One more hour,

and we can take 'em home.

Roger that, Carl.

Hey, where's Sammy?

Last I saw her,

she cut her arm

with some glass.

Yeah, it looked pretty bad.

I thought she came back here

to the van for some first aid.

Like they'd have anything more

than a 10-year-old Band-Aid.

- So, where is she?

- Beats me.

Maybe she took

an unscheduled vacation.

Get my drift?

That wouldn't be wise.

- Where's Pines?

- She cut her arm.

I sent her to you

to get it fixed.

Well, she never showed.

You better go find her.

Ladies, question.

Where's Pines?

All right, look,

if you know something,

anything,

it'd be better

if you tell me now

before it goes any further.

Understood?

Okay, three words,

guilt by association.

You know

what the wardan's like.

This will not go good

for any of us

if Pines somehow gets away.

Just a guess,

she was jonesing

for a swim in that stream

over there all afternoon.

Maybe she went skinny-dipping.

Mike, she may be down

by the stream.

- Go check it out.

- But--

No "but," all right?

Just check it out now.

Right.

Let's just hope

this is one

big misunderstanding.

Hey, Carl, get down

to the stream quick.

All right, ladies,

let's go see

what Mike has found.

After you, sir.

On the contrary,

Ms. Gunners, after you.

Arkansas manners

still apply here.

Is that--

Yeah, it's hers.

So, what'd she do,

strip down and escape

in her undies?

Not if some accomplice

was waiting

with a new wardrobe for her.

That's not possible.

One of us would have known.

Yeah.

Tough keeping secrets

in stir,

especially an escape.

How would someone

from the outside

have known we were gonna

pull over right here?

I didn't even know

where we were

gonna stop till we got here.

Nevertheless, she's gone.

I gotta call this in

immediately.

Mike,

take 'em back to the van.

Keep 'em rounded up close.

Yes, sir, boss.

You heard the man, ladies.

Let's get moving.

Michelle,

you're bleeding, girl.

- What?

- Your arm

- is covered in blood.

- How'd you get cut?

It's not me bleeding,

hitches.

It's this tree.

It's covered in blood.

That's right, sir.

She just up and disappeared.

Seems weird.

Her sentence was up

the end of next month.

That's right, Warden.

Chopper's in the air

before we left the site.

I'm sure we'll find her.

Warden, I--

Sir, are you there?

Sir?

Damn cell towers

ain't worth a damn.

Yeah, I lost my bars

about ten miles back.

Stop, and see if we can help.

That's against regulations.

Clearly states

that you're not--

Give it a rest, will you?

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