Somebody Up There Likes Me Page #3

- No, that's my pleasure.

Welcome to Rikers Island.

They couldn't handle you dumb

little punks at the reform school.

Well, this is no reform school.

We run a good penitentiary here,

and a tough one.

You pull here what you pulled up there...

...and our men would just as soon

put a bullet through your head as not.

- Now, you got that straight?

- Yes, sir.

You don't believe that, do you?

Thirty days in the hole.

Let him spit in the dark.

I don't know why anybody

would wanna see you, Barbella...

...but you got a visitor. Special privilege.

Come on.

Hey, Ma.

Don't worry about me, Ma. I'm gonna

have this joint licked in no time.

Why don't you ask me why I haven't

come to see you for six months?

Why don't you ask me where I've been?

County Hospital, that's where.

Tied to a bed.

Electric-shock treatment. Trying to

save me from going out of my mind.

- Ma.

- You, Rocky.

You're the one keeps me up all night

with worry, so as I can't sleep.

Going out of my mind.

I can't go on.

- Ma, cut it out. Will you stop it?

- I'm through, Rocky.

I can't fight your fights.

I can't raise my hand for you no more.

- Who you been talking to? The priest?

- What am I going to do with you, Rocky?

Don't worry, huh? Just don't worry.

All you ever say is "don't worry."

You think I talked to the priest?

Yes, I talked to the father and he

told me I'm doing the right thing.

He said nobody can help you,

Rocky, but you yourself.

That's what the father said to me.

Maybe you think I'm hardhearted,

your own mother...

...but what I'm gonna do

is the only thing I can think of.

Gonna do what?

I am the last person on Earth who cares

whether you live or die or rot in jail.

But if you turn your back on me, and

go back to that scum you call friends...

...I turn my back on you.

You are no longer my son.

Ma, I try to turn the leaf,

but I can't make it.

It's something inside of me.

I try, but I can't make it.

I pray to God you'll try.

If you don't, I'll be through.

I don't wanna be,

but I don't know what else to do.

Look, Ma, just don't worry.

Just don't worry about a thing.

Don't worry about a thing.

Don't worry about a thing.

Ma?

Ma?

You got three minutes to go.

You're gonna serve every second of it.

Anything you say, sir.

Only thing good I can say

is I'll never have to see you again.

The next time up,

you go to state or federal pen.

No, sir. There ain't gonna be

no next time. I mean, I'm all paid up.

Six years out of 10

I been in one can or another.

I'm never gonna get locked up again.

- No?

- No.

One thing you and this lousy place

give me...

...is a big taste

for being on the outside.

Definitely.

- Get out, Barbella.

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