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"Rule number one:

"Prisoners must eat three meals a day

and all food must be consumed.

"Two:
There will be 30 minutes of rec daily.

"Three:
Prisoners are allowed only

in prisoner-designated areas.

"Four:
Prisoners must speak

only when spoken to.

"And five:
Prisoners must not touch

the guards under any circumstances."

Those that break the rules

must be punished commensurately.

What does "commensurate" mean?

This experiment is not about individuals.

If any one person leaves, it's over.

If a prisoner does break the rules,

you will have 30 minutes to choose

proper disciplinary action.

If you fail to do so,

that red light will come on,

the experiment will be terminated,

and you will not get paid.

- What did you say?

- You either maintain strict order,

or you don't get paid.

I will see you in two weeks.

- Sorry, man.

- For what?

- All this.

- Don't sweat it.

All right, turn around. Gotta do the front.

What? Nobody else had to turn around.

What's the problem, Boy George,

you afraid we gonna see that

you got no dick?

- F*** you.

- Hey, man. Quit being a fag, huh?

Maybe if we drop the soap...

All right, girls. Everyone on the line!

- Which one?

- I don't know.

That one. That line.

- How you doing?

- Gotta be honest,

you guys are the most suck-ass guards

I've ever seen.

Yeah, well, you can blow me

and the entire state of Kentucky.

Kentucky?

All right, look, we gotta stop f***ing around

or they might end this thing

before it even begins.

I didn't come all the way out here

not to get paid.

"From now on inmates will be addressed

only by their inmate numbers."

That's awesome.

Wow.

The only other thing

that you girls need to know

is, "Prisoners will find cell assignments

attached to each cell."

- Are we supposed to do that?

- Yes, Tinker Bell.

- Now?

- Yes.

Now run along. Run along, find your homes.

- Okay.

- Going.

- Okay, guys...

- This ain't a love-in. Get moving.

Waiting for a bus? Come on!

Hey, Travis.

Seventeen.

Seventy-seven.

Wow, I feel dangerous

just wearing this outfit.

- You look dangerous.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you are massively

messing with me, right?

- No.

- No?

- Benjy Putterman.

- How you doing? Travis.

Novelist.

- Novelist, huh?

- Graphic novelist, actually.

- Comics.

- Graphic novels.

Oh, my God, I'm gonna get so much material

from this place.

- This is ripping!

- Yeah.

Ripping.

So, what drew you to this experiment?

Cash-dollars.

My mother.

It was her idea?

She broke her hip,

I needed to pay the rent.

Do you live with your mother?

Yes.

And how old are you?

Forty-two.

So, what drew you

to this experiment, Mr. Chase?

P*ssy. P*ssy drew me to the experiment.

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