K-11

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Sick, killed, or injured?

No. No, he's just stoned.

Okay to book, charges?

Homicide.

All right.

Um, doesn't look great, he'll be up for a while.

Put him to the process, then we'll get him over to county.

Intercom: Next inmate, window 3.

Gentlemen, let's pump it up.

Keep the line moving.

Crash is ready for pick up.

Bring him in the K-11. Johnson's here for pick up.

Police radio: Ninety six days with the doctor.

Give me a few minutes.

I'll wait.

Allergies.

I don't like this.

Next inmate, window 7.

That's Saxx, Raymond.

Homicide 187.

Transferred over from Beverly Hills.

Can't even question him until he sobers up.

Beverly Hills.

Can we, uh, rush him through classification for you?

Get him out of here?

Sweet dreams, sunshine.

Oh, oh.

Hi.

I'm the Butterfly, supreme symbol of change, silly.

Jeez, are you okay?

I need to fix...

I know.

Please, can you help me?

Mmm, uh-uh.

No, I can't help you right now.

We're going to be here all weekend.

Oh, but why is it so fucking cold in here?

This will help.

What the fuck is K-11?

Well, if they kill you on the mainline,

You get to go at K-11.

I like to think it's a sanctuary for broken toys.

You know, a away from home.

I wanna go home.

Not me.

I'm fucking dying.

Oh, Mark and Junior said to tell you, that they will be

Back in next Thursday and that they will have the kind.

Today, already!

Oh, no, you didn't!

You dare rush me?

You must be out of your damn mind rushing me like, oh.

Whoo! This is not my fault.

Your man, Johnson, he'd never picked me up.

Wait around for a rookie.

Oh, what the fuck?

Yeah and I waited the whole morning.

He fucked up, man!

I could've gotten pinched.

All right, man, you're off the hook.

Fuck it.

Count time.

K-11, 10 minutes to count time.

This rumor is just excessively cruel.

I mean, chili sauce that is so hot, you can actually burn

Away cancer cells.

The American Medical...

Show is over.

Walking!

I'll take it from here, lieutenant.

Don't get distracted by the females in here.

There aren't any females in here.

If you touch one of them and your dick is gonna fall off.

Relax, Harris.

Every rookie does at least four weeks here.

Most of them survive.

Let's do this.

Let's do it down here.

Harris, take the other aisle.

K-11, face down and your arms out.

No talking.

Hey, come on, face down, arms out.

I don't wanna touch you.

Yes, I'm sorry, sir. Just napping.

Intercomm: Crowds clears. Good night.

She'll want these in red.

I like the leather stripes.

Hold your horses!

You almost blew it, man!

You have to be more careful.

And what the hell are you talking about?

You're a bust.

I'll have some of that.

But... no, you won't. I already gave you a fold this morning.

Where did it go?

I bought someone.

Oh, great.

Great, great and Precious almost got busted.

And you can't follow a simple direction.

No, maybe it's time that, uh, I cut your back.

Oh, no, no.

You can't do that.

Oh, yeah. I can.

All right, look. You're getting sloppy and sloppy is dangerous.

I think you're forgetting mister that I'm the one who's

In charge here not you.

I could have you declassified right now

And take all your drugs.

What do you think of that?

I can have you tested right now.

And your piss is toxic.

All right, so if I lose, you lose.

Know this.

This is 58 car 17.

RTO patch in.

This is RTO, go ahead.

RTO, notify watch commander, we have a 187

At 16324 Fordella Drive.

Suspect is in custody and under the influence,

Barely conscious.

Witness states, fight ensued, victim is DOA.

Requesting 5A homicide detectives and coroner...

What the fuck!

Last night, you fainted and hit your head.

I got scared because you bled.

So, I cleaned you up and wrapped you up

And kept you warm instead.

You've been asleep for a quite some time.

You should just try to relax.

I promise to take care of you.

What's your name?

Raymond Saxx.

Relax, Mr. Saxx.

I have been taking care of people for a long time.

I'm here because I took care of my daddy.

Bad things come to bad people.

So, I think you'll be fine.

Here, you need to change, hurry up.

Ian, I-I don't understand.

Come on, you don't wanna walk out here

Dressed like that, do you?

What?

You've got a bunk in the dorm.

Come on, get that crap off.

I... I just...

Yeah, whatever, just get dressed.

Oh, and Bobby.

Your paperwork, uh, misfiled but you'll be

Back in your bunk soon.

Okay.

Let's go!

Keep movin'.

Face the wall.

You'd never survive in general population.

They'd put hands on you. I'll keep you safe.

Gerald Is there a problem out here?

No, ma'am.

Then give me the boy's paperwork.

Mr. Saxx, you're in bunk 36 Low.

You understand?

Okay, then.

Gerald!

What is wrong with you?

You know that you can't be in there by yourself,

It's dangerous.

Get out!

*Trouble here, trouble there, follow me...*

"I'm going crazy for my liberty..."

Hey, get off my driveway, fool.

Get back to the freeway.

K-11. You get the baby blues, that's some nasty shit.

Mr. Saxx, are you homosexual?

To place a collect call, please record your name.

Raymond Saxx.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

You have reached the Los Angeles office.

The charges for this call cannot be accepted.

Please hang up and try again.

Fuck! Fuck!

Hey!

What?

Hey, you only get one call.

Back in line.

Fuck.

I missed you so much, baby.

Yeah, I missed you too.

I gotta tell you, it's just not the same without you here.

I was gone for one week.

Take these off already.

Oh, you know I like it when you're restrained.

What?

Come into my office and make love to me,

It's been so long.

No, I just got here and I wanna clean up.

Streets are nasty.

That's fine, I can wait.

But I think you should know that Crystal has been

Working Ben all week.

And she's the new house mouse.