The Concrete Jungle

Yeah?

It's Danny, open up.

Hi, bro. How you doing?

What are you doing with that fucking thing?

I told you to leave it at home.

Knowing you, you'll blow your balls off.

- Hey, man, having all this coke around makes me nervous.

Well, I can understand that.

Well?

We're rich, little brother.

You did good.

All right!

There's trouble though.

- What kind? - The word's out.

What do you mean, "the word's out"?

- This much doesn't blow into town unnoticed, you know.

Shit.

We can't afford to sit on it, you know that.

It's too hot for us to take it out now.

Not us, little brother.

Remember, I've got my little sweetheart along.

- You're gonna let Elizabeth carry your stuff?

Why not?

With an angel face like that,

no cop in the world would ever dream

that that little ski bunny was, um,

carrying her own snow.

Hi.

Well, hi yourself.

- You know, it's such a shame we have to leave tomorrow.

I'm having such a wonderful time.

It's just the beginning, babe.

I am so happy.

I am so glad.

You know, it's been a long time

since I've had anyone like you to look after me.

I know.

You know what's wrong with you?

- What? - Nothin'.

You two go ahead, I'll bring the skis.

Okay, be careful.

Oh, here. - What?

- Got your ticket? - Mm-hmm.

I wish I could stay with you and Chris.

- I've already told you, we're gonna be so busy

you wouldn't have any fun anyway.

Come on.

Have a good trip.

- Thank you. - Thanks a lot.

I'm gonna miss you, you know.

- You are? - Yes.

Well, I'm gonna miss you too.

But it'll only be a couple of days,

and I'll call you the minute I get back, okay?

I love you.

Everything's checked.

- All right. - Have a nice trip, Liz.

Thank you, Chris.

Better get going.

See you in a couple of days. - All right.

Step back, please, step back. Police.

Stand back.

You have the right to remain silent.

Everything that you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, we'll provide one for you.

Do you understand these rights?

These your skis?

A dog sniffed out this cocaine in the baggage room.

You're in a lot of trouble, Ms. Demming.

Cocaine?

What are you talking about?

Mrs. Miles is going to search you.

Then we're gonna go downtown.

But I haven't done anything wrong.

Yes, you have.

You've been caught.

Take off your clothes.

I said take off your clothes, now.

Quickly.

Take her down and book her.

Maybe some time in jail will make you want to talk.

Who do you think she's covering for?

Some punk, like always.

Demming, Elizabeth S.

Step out now.

Dry yourself.

Good. Get dressed.

- Take some advice, we have our own set of rules in here,

and the quicker you learn 'em,

the better off you're gonna be.

Hi, baby.

Are you okay?

No!

You gave me the drugs to carry!

Wait a minute.

That was all a big mix-up.

I was supposed to carry those skis.

You got 'em by mistake.

Why?

Honey, for the money.

For us, so we could get married.

Danny, I can't stand it in this place.

Just try not to worry, okay?

You're not gonna be in here very long, I promise.

Now, you, uh...

You didn't tell anybody about me, did you?

That's my girl.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hey, listen.

I got you a really, really good attorney

and he's gonna get you the hell outta here, I promise you.

Just keep quiet about me and Chris,

because if we're jail too,

we couldn't help you very much, now could we?

Trust me, okay?

I do.

I couldn't hear you. What'd you say?

I'm scared.

Look, I know you're scared.

You're just gonna have to hold on for a little while.

I'm sorry I got you mixed up in all this.

We'll be together soon, really.

Honey, I love you so much.

Elizabeth Susan Demming,

you have been found guilty

of one count of transporting narcotics

across an international boundary,

and one count of possession of narcotics

with intent to sell.

Your lack of cooperation during these proceedings

leaves me no alternative

but to sentence you to one to three years

in the correctional institution for women.

Sit here.

Demming, Elizabeth S.

- This is quarantine, you're here two weeks.

Keep your nose clean or I'll bust your ass.

Got it?

Yes, ma'am.

"Yes ma'am, no ma'am."

"Yes, motherfucker ma'am."

What kind of a jive bitch are you?

What's up with that "ma'am" shit?

You're in prison now, girlie.

No "ma'ams" in here, just us bitches.

My name is Elizabeth.

I'm Cheeks. This is Spider.

Hold on, bitch. I'm not gonna eat ya.

Or maybe I am.

What kinda good shit you got in there?

Would you watch it?

Girl.

You're messing up my game!

Trouble already?

She started it!

Sure she did.

I didn't do anything!

Let's take a little walk.

Nobody likes a rat.

This is Demming.

Five minutes in quarantine and already in trouble.

- You didn't even make it to the file cabinet yet.

Take off her cuffs.

Wait outside.

Sit down.

Elizabeth S. Demming, age 22.

No immediate family, sentence one to three years.

Narcotics.

You don't look like the type.

I'm not.

You're here. You're the type.

Now, what's the trouble between you and Eyes?

Somebody tried to take my things.

- There's one thing you'd better learn fast.

You've got nothing anymore.

No clothes, no rights.

You're here for discipline.

That's my job.

You're no longer a citizen of the United States.

They didn't want you.

They gave you to me.

Doesn't matter to me whether you're innocent or guilty.

You're in prison.

That makes you guilty.

If you weren't guilty when you came in, you're guilty now.

You understand what I mean, don't you, Demming?

Yes...

Yes.

Good.

Now, to your little infraction of the rules.

Since this is your first night, we can afford to be lenient.

I can afford to be lenient.

No commissary privileges, no mail,

no phone calls, no visitors.

For one month.

What's the matter?

Seems too harsh to you?