Animal Factory

Let's go, guys. Come on.

Can I get some water?

I've been waitin' three hours for some water.

I didn't get my sandwich yet.

I'm hungry.

Sandwiches, gentlemen.

It's about time. Pass 'em around.

Pass 'em around. Don't hold 'em.

Settle down. Pass 'em around.

Hey! I didn't get my sandwich.

Man, I'm allergic to cheese. You want it?

You think that's cheese?

I don't know what it is.

Fuck it. I'll eat it.

Ron, I have to be honest with you.

It's not so good, all right?

The trial deputy co-signed rehab,

but it's downtown that wants no part of it.

It's an election year, so they want to make an example out of you.

But we'll see. Take it easy. We haven't even been to court yet.

- Know what I mean? - I concur with much that counsel says.

Ron Decker is intelligent. He is from a good family,

which gives him even less excuse, since he's had every opportunity.

The facts don't indicate this was a hobby, which counsel seems to imply.

The amount of drugs with which he was caught... Objection.

We're not talking about hard drugs. We're talking about marijuana.

This is a serious offense.

And if someone who has had every advantage and opportunity doesn't go to prison,

then it would be unfair to send someone who hasn't had the opportunity.

I'm sorry.

This is the last thing I expected. I can't believe this.

I'm sorry. I should've been there.

I'm caught in the middle of this business shit, and I'm sorry.

Look at Goldilocks. Gonna be my bitch. Yeah, I know.

Yeah, sweetie. I'll, uh... I'll talk to you later.

I love you, son. Ronnie?

Yo. I heard about somethin'. Uh-huh?

Some fuzzy-eyed Italian, Florizzi, got himself some narcotics.

Motherfucker's only sellin' on the South Block.

Dopey-looking guy with a big nose in A-section?

He's slammed, restricted, except for meals.

How much does he have? Enough.

That's what Vito says.

Paul tell you about the shit? Yeah. We need to think on it for sure.

Think what? Motherfucker didn't kick us down our end.

I'm gonna enjoy takin' his dope.

The plan is to find a way to get him out, get him on the yard.

You're the man with the juice. Talk to that fat, sloppy guard.

He's not on today. Yeah, he is.

New bull got sick.

Okay. Okay.

Let me pick up my tickets first.

Get your tickets, Dad.

Hey, Big Duke Earl, hold up.

Hey, Jesse. Who do you like... Morales? You got it.

Can I introduce you to someone? Who?

New guy over there. He works for me in the wood shop.

He's a fish, but he's all right.

Is he a broad? No. He's a good white brother.

What's he want? A show pass.

This is Ron Decker.

Ron, this is Earl Copen.

Haven't been here long, have you? No, not really.

It's been about two weeks.

You wanna see the show, huh? Well, yeah. I guess.

I'll see what I can do. Thanks, bro.

Hey, excuse me. Also, Earl, sir.

Jesse says you know a lot about law. Why?

I'd like you to work on my case.

I mean, I'd pay you.

Maybe if I got time. Right now I got no time.

All right. Thanks a lot, man.

Don't push it with him. You're gonna make me look bad. Sorry.

George, is Big Rand around? He's in the shitter.

I hear you, Earl!

Tell your mother about it, if you can get the bitch out of the whorehouse.

Don't make me slap you, boy. What's up?

I need something. What else is new?

Guy named Florizzi in A-section.

I need him pulled for about 15 minutes.

I don't know his number. Pull him for what?

Who do I look like... the fuckin' warden?

Say you're interviewing him for office janitor.

He's on restriction because he doesn't have a job.

We only use niggers for janitors.

So, you're a bigot now.

Won't hire a white boy, huh? All right.

- Just don't kill him or something. - I don't do shit like that.

I bet this is about dope. I don't do that either.

George, got an extra show pass you can slip me?

Not without fat ass signing it. Shit. I can sign his name better than he can.

Here. Playin' at this club, Mama Rose's Blues Lounge on the West Side of Chicago.

Paul's on him.

Where the fuck is he at? He better not fuck this up, I swear to my mother.

Chill the fuck out, Ernie. Fuck this "chill" shit.

Check ol' folks, man. He's got the coldest stroll in the joint.

Where is he? He's comin' in behind us.

Make it look like I'm getting jacked up too. Okay.

South Block, right? Who's askin'?

What's your name? Some Italian... Florizzi.

Florizzi, that's it. What's goin' on?

You like dope and you're not givin' any?

Don't fuckin' stare, man.

Let's go, let's go. Get it! Get it!

Mean as shit.

Hey, Jan?

What's up, sugarplum?

I met this guy today, shaved head. Earl Copen.

You know who I'm talking about? Earl Copen? Mmm.

Sugarplum, Earl Copen and I go all the way back.

We were cell mates together years ago.

I worry about Earl these days.

I'm worried that peckerwood's gonna burn his old ass out.

What do you mean?

What do I mean? All the rage, the anger.

You can't come in here with that same rage and anger you had when you was 20,

not think it's gonna blow out your candlelight.

When I first met Earl Copen, Earl Copen was one of the most...

dysfunctionary, confused, angry human beings...

that I have ever seen or met in my whole life.

I remember one time that Earl had this disagreement...

with this big ol' boy who wanted his ass.

Earl wasn't gonna give it up. I wanna tell you about Earl Copen.

Earl Copen had a set of balls on him from the day he come in this joint.

He knew he couldn't handle this boy one-on-one.

So he went up on a catwalk and got one of them big steel mop buckets.

He filled it up with water. Yeah?

When this motherfucker was walkin' by,

Earl aimed at it, dropped it and let it go.

Did it hit him?

It didn't hit him on the head, hit him on the foot, lucky motherfucker.

Boy couldn't walk right for nearly six months.

Earl could've sliced his ass up too, after that.

He let this boy slide. That's one thing I like about Earl.

Just show Earl a little tenderness, and he can be a kind human being.

Now, come down and eat my pussy.

You wish! Ooh.

You finished typing up that memo on Florizzi?

Uh, right here.

The roof guard said he made you at the scene.

You were just passing by, I suppose. Minding my own.

He ran right into me.

Paul and Vito were made also, but he didn't know the others.

And I sure as hell don't.

Oh, sure, I didn't think you did.

And this? Two G's of pure junk?

Florizzi claims this was forced on him by some unknown gang...

to be passed along in Section-A.

- When he refused... - He was assaulted and ran away.

I just typed it up.

Retype it. Leave this shit out of it.

I don't need the goddamn headaches.

Also, tell that bozo gang of yours to lighten up!

I'm tired of this crap.

Don't you ever want to get out of here?

You guys like being locked up?

What's the show tonight?

Someone's singing.

Leave the report on my desk. I'm going to chow.

Mmm-mmm

Let's get the fuck out of here.

No, man, you go. I'm gonna hang.

Just let the guy sing.

He stinks, man.

I'm talking 'bout your... It's a good thing you got the shit back.

How did you get it back?

Shit. This is my prison. Everybody knows that.

That kid, friend of Jesse's?

Looks like he's got a problem with Psycho Mike.

This guy, he's been talkin' bad about you. He says you're a snitch.

You gotta take care of it. That's fucking bullshit. I don't even know this guy.

I just fuckin' ran it by you.

Be there tomorrow, West Block.

I told him I'd bring you.

My name's at risk here 'cause I've been seen talking to you.

Don't make me come lookin' for you.

Okay, man, I'll be there.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Oh. So fucking hot.

I heard about your little ordeal with, uh, Psycho Mike.

What do you think I should do about it?

What do you think you should do?

You gotta get yourself a weapon. You gotta protect your pretty white ass...

you wanna survive around here.

Jesus Christ! "What should I do?"

Come hide under my motherfuckin' panty hose, bitch.

You hear me?

Four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine.

You're good. Ten.

One more set.

Hey, Earl. Uh...

I need to ask you about something.

I don't know anyone else to ask, but I need a knife.

Whoa.

Whoa. I don't just give you a knife.

I don't give anyone a knife I don't know what it's for. This guy Psycho Mike,

he says someone's saying shit about me.

It's making him look bad, and I have to go confront the guy over in West Block.

Think he needs a shank?