The Stanford Prison Experiment Page #3

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- Rule number five...

- You're on, Mike.

Smoking is a privilege.

Rule number six...

You can call me, uh,

Warden from here on.

Hey, maybe tell the guards

to lighten up a bit.

- Yeah.

- I wouldn't do that.

Rule number eight:

prisoners must report...

All right.

Don't interfere.

All rule violations

to the guards.

Rule number nine:

failure to obey

any of the above rules

may result in punishment.

All right,

stand at attention

for Warden Penny.

All of you have shown

that you are unable to function

in the real world.

You lack the responsibility

of the good people

of this great country.

Well, we are here

to help you learn

what your responsibilities are.

Now, if you follow the rules

and keep your hands clean,

if you repent for your misdeeds

and show a proper attitude

of penitence,

well, we'll get along just fine,

gentlemen.

- How is it in there?

- It's fine.

Prisoners are falling in line.

Yeah, we kind of did

all the hard work for you.

I can almost smell the pork.

Better pork than

wearing a dress, dude.

You know who

you look like?

You look like that guy

from Cool Hand Luke.

You know, the one that kills

Paul Newman at the end?

Haven't seen the film.

Thanks for ruining it, man.

Oh, it's a great flick.

I'm partial to Captain

myself.

Now, I can be a nice guy,

or I can be one real mean

son of a b*tch.

It's all up to you.

Oh, we should strike

for better food.

And more money.

Just eat your food,

Keep your comments

to yourself.

Hey, man.

Can I have a smoke?

Oh, yeah.

Smoking is a privilege,

5704,

one you're gonna

have to earn.

It says in the contract,

after mealtime...

As for the rest

of you prisoners...

I need not remind you

of rule number one.

I don't want

any more talking.

Uh-oh.

Look at this guy.

Thinks he's John Wayne

or something.

- Jesus.

- What the f***, man?

That means you, 8612.

You got that?

Okay, is it just me,

or...

Are these guys taking this thing

a bit too seriously?

Uh, yeah.

They're just doing

their job.

Same as us.

Uh, really?

'Cause it seems to me like

they're having more fun

twirling their batons

than I'm having

with my balls hanging out

of this f***ing dress.

This isn't about fun.

This is a job.

Yeah, but for 15 bucks?

Yeah, 15 bucks

that I really need.

Yeah, we all need it,

but why should we be working

twice as hard for it

than these guys?

I'm thinking we need to make

the guards earn their pay.

Visiting day is in two days.

We would like to give you

the opportunity

to write a letter to the person

that you would like to have

come visit.

Isn't that nice?

In 30 minutes,

you will be required

to turn in a finished letter.

Do not seal the envelope.

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