Freeway II: Confessions of a Trickbaby

Crystal Van Meter, your life represents

a juvenile justice system gone so awry.

What a tragedy.

Yet to continue allowing you to traffic in drugs,

to rob and beat foolish men

on the pretext of having a good time,

that would only serve to compound that tragedy.

Now in view of this eating disorder,

I'm directing the Youth Authority to place you

into a medical facility where you'll get some help.

Then, on your 19th birthday,

you'll be turned over to the Department of Corrections

to serve a term of no less

than 25 years Frontera Institute for Women.

What kind of bullshit?

Well, this ain't over, not by a long shot.

We gonna reverse this bitch.

Then I'm gonna get you off, baby.

My word is bomb.

Be strong.

Don't push me, fucker!

You just get sentenced?

She's got a sentence, I can tell.

What you got?

I really don't wanna talk, all right?

I just got life.

All right.

Gotta something to smile about.

Crystal, says here you're bulimic.

When'd you eat last?

Well, we don't tolerate eating disorders here, miss.

You're gonna have some supper.

And someone's gonna sit down, make sure you eat every bite.

Let's go.

Hey, did you really get fed through a tube?

I really don't wanna talk now.

Want me to eat your pussy?

No.

Go to sleep.

My name's Cyclona.

Go to sleep, Cyclona.

Hey.

What?

What's your name?

My real name's Crystal.

Most people call me White Girl.

I like Crystal, but White Girl's more you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Sporty Spice.

I love you, Sporty Spice.

Oh yeah.

Look, if you don't cut that out,

I'm gonna bust your goddamn head!

Aw, man.

- Shh. - Hey.

Hey you.

Wanna tell me how you get life?

Yeah, but if you laugh,

you're gonna have a real bad night.

It's not the sorta thing a person laughs at.

I got up this morning, right, and I heard this voice.

And so I'm looking to see where it's coming from.

It told me so much shit.

So who'd you kill?

I'm not telling.

Oh, man.

25 years of this.

Hey White Girl.

- Huh? - You want a back rub?

What's her story?

You're asking me, goddammit?

I had my period, okay?

So don't have a fucking cow!

Crystal.

Just in time for lunch.

You know the drill.

What the hell is it?

It's turkey, Blanca.

Now eat.

You too, Mousy, come on.

Stop playing with your food.

I want those plates clean when I get back.

You keep on with that shit

and you're just gonna end up dead.

What, you think they're gonna let you off

for humanitarian reasons?

They ain't letting me out.

I know that.

So, who do you do it for?

I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

Y'all barfed again?

You know, maybe you won't have to barf so much

if you got yourself a little...

Yeah, mine's as big as a bucket.

It's too bad we're stuck in this place.

I know this woman who'd straighten your shit out so fast.

Like I need my shit straightened out.

She's this nun named Sister Gomez.

You oughta go to chapel with me next weekend.

We could pray for her to intercede for you.

You want me to pray to Sister Gomez?

Sister Gomez's goodness could reach you

even to this place.

You girls have all been warned about purging.

It's clear you didn't take the warning seriously.

Now you're gonna see worst there is indeed.

What is it?

Oh, a little Prolixin, a little cortisone.

It's gonna suppress your gag reflex.

Pretty creative, don't you think?

So we can't make ourselves throw up.

You're aren't gonna feel very good tonight, Crystal,

none of you girls are.

If this is what it takes,

guess it's what we're gonna have to do.

Charming.

Come on.

You need some rest.

Hey White Girl.

Hey White Girl, you awake?

You know, Cyclona, if this is a booty call,

you're wasting your time.

This ain't no booty call.

I gotta get some sleep.

Why don't you get the fuck outta here.

Go play with yourself or something.

You'll be going to state prison soon, huh?

Yeah, so what?

So you're gonna be all old when you get out, huh?

You'll be in a fucking coffin, so there.

Frontera's maximum security, okay?

Once we get to Frontera, that's it, man, we're fucked.

Check it out, the clinic is over by this fence.

I got some shit buried there

that we could use to get through it.

Even if we got through the fence,

we'd still need a place to go afterward.

I know this place.

It's so fucking rad.

I don't know.

I'm awful fucking recognizable these days.

What, 'cause you've been on TV?

I've been on America's Most Wanted three times.

The place I'm talking about, that don't mean shit.

Fuck.

Think about it, okay?

Take some orange juice, Crystal.

Eat your breakfast burrito.

I hate those fucking things.

Eat your breakfast burrito, Crystal.

Won't do you any good to look at it.

I need some assistance here!

Come on, Crystal,

you're just making it harder on yourself.

Sit down, Crystal!

Eat your food!

You want it through a tube again?!

It's your choice!

Now take her down, White Girl!

Go, girl, go!

Get her outta here!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Fucking let me go!

Everyone down to number seven!

I can't believe this!

One month in isolation, Crystal!

And another charge!

I hope it's worth it.

Yeah, it was, fucking vomit head!

Fuck you!

Ready to be a good girl now, Crystal?

Yo, yo, man, I heard she got caught molesting

that fucked up girl in the wheelchair.

And all they managed to do is go to those stupid

sexaholics classes they got on Wednesdays.

You mean that bitch who got her

spine shot up by the cops?

No, that spazzy cholo with the coppertone hair

and that brain disease,

so she can't talk or move or nothing,

but she thinks just fine.

That bitch is a total perv.

She better keep her ass away from me.

You know, I don't get why

that coppertone bitch is even here.

I mean, she can't talk, she can't move, nothing.

And what are they even fucking with us for?

I mean, we're all going to the pen

for the rest of our lives anyway.

It's all a bunch of fucking perverts.

Why else do you think someone would work in a prison?

- You know that's true. - This prison isn't that bad.

- Oh! - Yeah!

- Keep going. - Oh yeah, oh yeah!

You go, girl.

Get on with your bad self.

Yeah, oh yeah!