The Escape Page #4

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OH, AND MISS A MEETING

OF THE THURSDAY EVENING

GENTLEMENS CLUB?

UNTHINKABLE.

HAVE YOU HEARD ABOU YOUR STAR STUDENT?

WHAT?

CLAYTON -- HE ESCAPED TODAY,

KILLED A GUARD.

THEY GOT A STATEWIDE MANHUN GOING ON FOR HIM.

GUESS THERES ONE SOUL

EVEN YOU CANT SAVE.

IM NOT A SAVER OF SOULS,

MR. CONNORS.

IM JUST A WRITER AND A TEACHER.

DONT KNOW WHY YOU BOTHER.

MOST OF THE A**HOLES

YOURE TEACHING:

ARE KILLERS, DRUG HEADS,

RAPISTS.

WE ALL HAVE THE MURDERER

WITHIN US.

IVE WATCHED THESE MEN.

I HAVENT ENCOUNTERED

ANYTHING IN THEM

THAT I HAVENT ENCOUNTERED

IN MYSELF...OR OTHERS.

[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]

[ GATE RATTLES ]

WELL, THEYRE ALL YOURS.

[ MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]

[ DOOR CREAKS OPEN ]

MR. LONG.

MR. HICKMAN.

FIND OUT ANYTHING YOU CAN ABOU CLAYTON AND BRING IT TO ME.

WHAT DO YOU DO FOR THE RAILROAD?

IM A SPECIAL INVESTIGATOR

FOR THE DEPARTMEN OF TRANSPORTATION.

WHAT DO YOU INVESTIGATE?

ITS HARD TO SAY...

CLASSIFIED.

[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]

YOU KNOW, WHAT YOU DID WAS,

UM...WAS REALLY VERY HEROIC.

-THANK YOU.

-FORGET ABOUT IT.

ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE...

IVE RESCUED A DAMSEL

IN DISTRESS.

[ CHUCKLES ]

[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]

ITS A HELICOPTER!

GET YOUR STUFF! WE GOT TO GO!

THEYRE GONNA BE COMING!

OVER HERE!

[ MUFFLED SCREAMING ]

THIS IS THE STATE POLICE.

THIS AREA IS TO BE EVACUATED

IMMEDIATELY.

LISTEN, DONT GET OFF

THE F***ING COUCH.

A SEVERE FLOOD WARNING

HAS BEEN ISSUED FOR THE AREA.

IF THERE ARE ANY OCCUPANTS

WITHIN THE HOUSE,

-PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF NOW.

-AAH!

UGH!

AAH!

I REPEAT -- YOU MUS EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.

SHUT UP!

-AAH!

-SHUT UP!

AAH!

THEYRE GONE!

JUST DO IT!

GET IT OVER WITH!

[ Crying ]

GET IT OVER WITH.

THATS NOT WHAT I WANT.

[ SOBBING ]

[ LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS ]

-CHEERS.

-[ LAUGHS ]

EACH DAY I CARRY FROM THE YARD,

HIDDEN IN THE ARCH OF MY SHOE,

A SMALL CHIP OF CONCRETE.

EACH NIGHT,

WITH THE SHADOWS OF THE BARS

LINING MY CELL LIKE PAPER,

I SCRATCH OUT MY SOUL ACROSS

THE WALLS AND THE FLOORS

UNTIL THE MOONLIGHT FADES

OR THE ROCK WEARS AWAY.

FOR A FEW DARK HOURS,

I REMEMBER MYSELF.

NEAR DAWN,

I RUB OUT EACH WORD

WITH MY HANDS AND FEE UNTIL THEYRE CHALKY,

WHITE, AND RAW.

BUT CALLUSES COME EASY.

IVE LEARNED...

TO FEEL NOTHING...

NOTHING...

NOTHING.

[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]

THEYRE SETTING HIM UP, DUNCAN.

HE DIDNT KILL THAT MAN.

THATS RIGHT.

CLAYTON JUST SAW HIS CHANCE,

AND HE SPLIT.

HE DIDNT TELL NOBODY.

HE DIDNT PLAN IT.

HE JUST DID IT.

WHY IS HICKMAN BLAMING CLAYTON?

TO COVER HIS OWN ASS.

MOTHERFUCKING HICKMAN IS LYING

THROUGH HIS F***ING TEETH.

DAMN RIGHT.

WELL, I CANT IMAGINE CLAYTON

TAKING ANOTHER LIFE -- NOT NOW.

[ SIGHS ]

HERES A POEM THAT IM --

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