Wedlock Page #3

called the Executioners?

- Yeah.

- He was kicked out for being too rough.

- He's chief trustee.

- What's a trustee?

Prisoners that help the guards.

They get some favours in return.

Do you mean they trust him?

Look, relax or you never gonna make it.

You don't know how good we got it.

We're privileged to be here.

Yeah, "privileged",

that's the word I'd use.

The food's good and the work's all right.

And then there's magic hour.

Oh? What's magic hour?

Every night from seven to ten,

you and a partner of your choice

get to jump bones at the Ranch.

Holliday thinks this releases prisoner

tension. I've never been so relaxed.

Hey.

- Juicy.

- Do yourself a favour, give up.

...and I said, "F*** what?"

Hi.

Hi. I'm Teal. Lloyd Strathern.

Ivory. Tracy Riggs.

What's his problem?

Don't!

I heard you saw

my little tracheotomy today.

I got eyes everywhere

and you go no eyes, no memory.

You saw nothing.

- Nothing, got it?

- Yeah.

And stay away from Ivory, she's mine.

Yeah. That's fine.

She's not my type anyway.

Inspection! Everybody out of bed.

- Move. Move!

- Inspection.

- Come on, come on.

- All right, all right, I'm coming.

Out of bed and on your feet.

Up. Now!

Sorry to wake you, gentlemen,

but I'm looking for a very brave man.

Someone here has decided

to take the ultimate risk.

One of you has had the guts

to challenge my rules.

- I thought you were smarter than this.

- They're not mine. I don't smoke.

Then maybe you could tell me

whose they are?

Well, possession is

nine tenths of the law

and the law round here says

you go to the floaters. Emerald.

Well, thanks for the cigarettes.

Next time, don't forget the matches.

Promise me you won't die

in there, a**hole.

I'd hate to miss my shot.

I'll do my best.

He's had it.

- I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.

- No, you weren't.

Magenta, you're gonna love this.

No lights, no noises...

no nothing.

Couple of hours,

you'll be banging on these walls,

kicking and screaming to get out.

By tomorrow, you'll feel like

you've been in there a week.

The day after,

it's gonna seem like a month.

There is one way out of all this,

you know.

Where are the diamonds?

The diamonds?

Gee, I know I put them somewhere...

I'm sorry.

You nonconformists are all alike.

Emerald.

Move it.

How long is this ride?

Oh, an hour, a week... a month.

Figure it out.

Hi, Frank. You remember

where those diamonds are yet?

You must like it in there.

Hey, how you doing, man?

- Hey, Teal.

- How you doing, man? You all right?

Get me out of here.

- Get me out of here!

- Shh.

Here.

I just wanted to say hello!

Ah! Goddamn son of a b*tch!

- You ready to talk to Holliday?

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