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(door creaking)
(door buzzing)
(chains clanking)
- It's hard to envision,
let's just say, when you're locked up
for 23 hours a day, it's hard to envision,
when you're not gonna locked up 23 hours a day.
You have the tendency to,
I guess, live minute by minute.
(somber music)
(footsteps approaching)
(doors clanking)
(faint laughing)
(loud clanking)
You know what my problem was?
Is that I fucking cared about him.
I liked him.
He was a fucking sweet kid.
- I kind of put myself first and foremost.
I don't, you know,
I didn't spend too much time thinking about,
you know, his problems or anything like that.
Shit.
There's been a hanging in 313!
It's a suicide!
Mitch killed himself!
Hurry up!
Oh, my God!
- I don't know.
I didn't really care about him.
I mean, you know, I just...
You can't be friends with everyone, right?
- [Male] Is he breathing?
- [Guard] Everybody over here,
on your knees, hands in the air.
- [Guard] Okay, everybody over here,
on your knees, hands on your head.
- [Guard] Drop the body and fall in line.
- [Guard] Drop him, let's go!
- [Guard] On your knees, hands on your head.
- [Guard] Steve, send a couple more guys with a doctor.
- [Guard] Okay, Jack.
Back here on your knees, please.
- [Male] Is he alive?
- [Guard] Fall back in line.
Let's go, let's go! - Jack, hands on your head.
- [Guard] Yo, this guy's ice-cold.
- I say yes.
I say that we all have just as much responsibility
for him hanging there.
- If he talked to me,
I would have talked him out of it.
- [Guard] This is Correction Officer Cohen
requesting an ambulance.
Cell block 313, please.
- So it takes a thing like this for,
for you to see that there is a larger problem?
It takes something like this for you to go,
"Oh, you know what?
"I think our fucking system's fucked up!"
(somber music)
- Well, it was a normal day.
We played some poker.
- All right.
I'm in.
Are you in?
- I fold.
- Pair of nines.
(male humming)
- All right.
- Flip 'em.
Oh, fuck, man.
- Ho!
Pair of sixes.
- He had an open-ended straight too.
- Why not?
- This kid never has anything.
(men laughing)
He never has anything.
Officer,
(door buzzing)
Officer Robes came in and brought us some food.
- [Officer] Gentlemen, backs against the wall, please.
Afternoon.
Got a little card game going here?
- [Male] No, we're just jerkin' the gherkin.
- And, we hung around and ate.
(male laughing)
I don't know.
We talked about bullshit.
We talked about girls we'd fucked.
We told the same stories we've heard a thousand times
and pretended like they weren't
the same stories we've heard a thousand times.
- [Male] Yo, what are you in here for, man?
- I robbed this convenience store.
- Really?
- Basically I just, like,
I took the whole thing, man.
I went through every aisle, dude, and I didn't even need.
- Dude, I always wanted to be in a like,
high-speed pursuit, man.
- [Male] Why?
- [Male] Do you know what I mean?
- So she tried to come after me with a broom.
So I just turned around and started beating
the shit out of her.
And, like, this fucking dude came over, man.
So--
- She fucking pulls this dude over, and he like,
gets out of his car, and he like,
walks up to her and just fucking decks the bitch.
Just fucking knocks her out cold.
- [Male] Yeah?
- [Male] Yeah.
- [Male] What were you driving?
- I was driving a Mustang.
- [Male] Yeah?
- Yeah.
- [Male] Was it yours?
Did you own it?
- [Male] Or was it stolen?
- Huh?
- [Male] Was the Mustang stolen?
- No, it's my car, man.
- [Male] Really?
- [Male] Yeah.
- [Male] Come on, guys.
Let's go back to the game, huh?
- I'm in.
I gotta win my cigarettes back.
Yeah, you know, he was kind of quiet.
I don't know.
He was definitely the quietest.
I don't know.
He didn't really show any signs that he was gonna
do anything like that.
But he,
I don't know.
He just kinda kept to himself.
- Well, you know, I think he was, depressed.
- It doesn't really make a difference.
It's a little more room in the cell.
- Yeah, you know, I think it,
has the tendency to, take a toll on you after a while.
- Let's do this.
- How the fuck did you win so many chips?
- Just winning.
Just, just winning.
Just winning, man.
- Why are you saying that?
- Just luck, right? Just luck, you guys.
- [Male] Sure.
- [Male] Sure?
- I don't know man, I think something's up.
- Just something, it smells.
It stinks. (male laughing)
- [Male] Pull up those sleeves of yours, man.
I don't know.
Seriously.
- [Male] Fucking David Copperfield.
- Yeah, Mitch.
Yeah.
Great guy.
- Well, we weren't best buddies, but we were friends.
(ominous music)
- [Males] How much are these blues again?
- [Male] Five.
- [Male] How much?
- What situation?
(male deeply exhales)
- Have you ever heard of group psychosis?
- [Male] I'll see it, and I'll raise it two.
- [Male] Four.
- [Male] Two to you.
- [Male] This is a bullshit game.
(male clearing throat)
- Fuckin' all in, right now.
- [Male] Let's see it, homey.
I've got trip sevens.
I knew you didn't have fuckin' shit.
- [Male] Ooh!
- [Mitch] It's mine.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- There's a hierarchy, survival of the fittest.
You know, eat or be eaten.
- What choice do I really have?
- [Male] Wake up, man.
- Come on, let's play again. - I wanna play again.
- [Male] Come on, let's play again.
- With what?
- [Male] I don't know, loan me 10 cigarettes.
We'll play another game.
- You guys don't have 10 cigarettes.
- I need cigarettes for the weekend man.
You gotta give us a chance to win 'em back.
- [Male] Give us the smokes.
- [Male] How do I know that you guys are gonna
give me your cigarettes?
- We'll all ante up 10.
- [Mitch] To bet with what?
- Let me just borrow a 10 from you.
Put me on fucking loan.
It's not like you don't know where the fuck I live.
- How do I know that you're gonna
give me 10 cigarettes back?
- [Male] It's not like he's going anywhere.
- Where am I going?
Where the fuck am I gonna go?
- [Male] Don't be a selfish prick.
- Because I fucking sleep about two feet away from you,
that's how I know.
- [Male] Come on.
Look at how many fucking cigarettes that is.
- [Male] You don't want me without cigarettes.
- [Male] I mean come on dude, what are you gonna do?
What, am I gonna run away?
I mean, you know where I live.
- [Male] Dude, we're all in the same cell.
- [Male] Dude, I'll get you back.
I'll get you back on Monday. - Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- [Mitch] I'll give you guys 10 cigarettes.
So I'll give you 10 cigarettes,
and you have to give 'em back to me on Monday.
- [Male] What if we don't?
- And you gotta fucking eat a tube of toothpaste.
- [Male] What about you if you lose?
- Yeah, but if you lose,
if you lose, or you,
you've gotta fucking, you gotta eat the toothpaste.
- [Male] Fuck yeah.
- You wanna do that?
Whoever goes out first eats a tube of toothpaste?
- [Male] Okay.
- You sure?
- It's a bet, isn't it?
I'll fucking eat it.
- [Male] Okay, let's do it.
- Alright, let's do it.
- [Male] Divvy out the 10 cigarettes.
- [Male] First one out has to eat a toothpaste?
- [Male] Are we talking about the entire thing?
He's gotta eat the entire thing?
- [Male] You've got to eat the whole thing.
- [Male] And if you lose you've gotta
eat the whole toothpaste.
- It's amazing what a smoker will do.
(chips clanking)
- [Male] We've got a fucking cheater up there.
(men chattering)
- [Male] All right, here,
I'll change you so that you can do
the blinds too, okay?
- Whatever.
You tend to look at us as if,
as if there's some sort of,
as if the same sort of laws and
rules that apply to the outside apply in there.
They don't.
They simply fucking don't.
- Let's just say he was on the bottom of the totem pole.
- [Male] Bet.
Four.
- [Male] You raise?
- [Male] Ladies, I fold.
Triple fives.
- [Male] How did he win?
- [Male] You good?
- He was begging for it, okay?
He was a stupid asshole.
All right?
He shouldn't have made a bet.
(men chattering and laughing)
- Just bullshit.
Just bullshit.
I mean,
you know...
- I feel like I'm being kind of interrogated,
like I did something.
And it's exhausting.
- You know, there's a lot of ego in those cells.
A lot of bad stories.
A lot of,
A lot of bad things going on.
Stuff that you have no clue about.
(chips clattering)
- [Male] Yep.
All right, I'm folding.
- [Bald Male] I'm out myself.
- All right, homey.
It's on you.
- All in.
- All in? - Ooo!
- [Mitch] Mm-hmm.
- Ooh, ooh! - Wow.
- [Male] All right.
- [Bald Male] He's bluffing.
- I call.
Wanna flip 'em?
Hmm?
You're about to eat some toothpaste
unless something saves your life, my friend.
- Yeah, he's out. - Oh!
(male chuckling)
- [Male] Fucked!
Fucked!
Ooh!
- [Male] All right.
- [Male] Finally the tides turn, man.
- Yep!
Where you going? - This'll be fun.
- [Male] What are you doing?
Come on, man.
Are you ready? - You copping out?
- [Male] Come on.
- I'm not gonna eat this toothpaste, man.
- [Male] What's he saying?
- You're not gonna eat the toothpaste?
He's not gonna eat the fucking toothpaste?
- Not gonna eat the toothpaste?
- [Male] How could you pussy out, man?
- Eat a tube of toothpaste.
- [Male] Just eat it, man, and get it over with.
Come on.
- Let's see it, man.
We wanna see it before we get back to
playing the rest of the game.
- I'll give you guys cigarettes.
- [Male] No.
- I'll give you fucking 10 cigarettes.
- [Male] No.
- [Male] Come on.
- [Mitch] Then you don't owe me anything.
- You can do it.
All right, it's either you eat the,
you gonna do it?
- [Mitch] No.
- [Male] Oh. (toothpaste clanking)
- [Male] Well, you know--
- You came up with the bet in the first place.
So,
what you're gonna do,
is you're gonna eat the fucking toothpaste.
- What the fuck's your problem, dude?
What the fuck's your problem huh?
Come on.
- [Bald Male] Come on, man, eat the toothpaste.
Come on.
- It was your fucking idea, dude.
Come on.
- [Bald Male] Come on.
- Come on, take it.
Come on.
Oh!
Come on, eat the toothpaste.
- You know what?
You know what?
He's gonna eat it.
I wanna see you eat the toothpaste.
I wanna play another game.
He's gonna fucking eat it.
- [Male] You want some time to think about it?
- [Male] You ain't going nowhere brother.
- You know, you gotta eat it.
You've got time while we play
this game to eat the toothpaste.
I'll take the cigarettes, but still,
eat the toothpaste, man.
- [Male] Thank you.
- All right.
- [Male] We're not gonna forget about that, brother.
- [Male] It's your deal.
- [Male] Go and sulk.
Do whatever you want.
- [Bald Male] It's already shuffled and cut it, so--
- Gear up, man.
Get ready for it.
It's comin'.
It's comin' in your mouth, bitch.
(men laughing)
- [Male] Sad look in his eyes right now.
- Poor guy.
Want a hug?
Basically I wasn't the leader.
Basically it was a group thing.
- [Male] Hey.
♪ Likes to ♪
♪ Lick the cock ♪
- I don't know, we just,
we...
- Look, there's a fucking hierarchy here.
And I kept, I kept saying to myself,
"As long as it's not me.
"As long as it's not me."
- [Male] Good game.
- Thanks, man.
At least I got 10 cigarettes.
(urine splashing)
Bro, you can have some of mine,
but you gotta eat it.
- You motherfucker!
Eat the fucking toothpaste, bitch!
(heavy breathing)
- [Mitch] Hey, get the fuck off of me!
- [Male] Are you gonna eat it?
- [Mitch] No!
Fucking leave me alone!
- All right then!
Then you're gonna have to suck on this, bitch!
- [Male] Help!
- [Male] Are you gonna eat it now or what?
- [Bald Male] Come on eat it!
Swallow it!
- Did you just fucking spit on me?
Did you spit on me?
Bitch?
Are you gonna eat it? - Come on.
Come on, come on. - No!
- [Mitch] Okay, I'll eat it!
- That's a boy!
That's a boy.
- [Male] Yeah, come on.
- [Mitch] I'll eat it.
- [Male] Here.
- Oh, fuck it.
- [Male] Here.
Come on, come on, promise?
- Okay!
- Say it. - Okay.
- [Mitch] I'll fucking eat it!
I'll eat it!
I'll fucking eat it, okay?
- Promise?
- I'll fucking eat it.
Give it to me, I'll fucking eat it.
- [Male] Come on.
You like sucking on that, don't you?
(male coughing)
- [Male] Come on, chew.
- Come on!
- [Male] Security.
I can't breathe!
- [Male] Bro, Bro, I promise you.
- Okay.
- [Male] Be a man.
Just eat the whole thing.
Here you go.
All right!
(all laughing)
- [Men] Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!
(men cheering) (male on floor coughing)
- [Male] Come on!
- [Male] You are the man! (male grunting)
Gotta be a man, man.
Just put it in there, man.
- I'm trying to eat it.
I'm trying to eat it.
- You're almost done, man.
Look at the tube, man.
You can do it.
You can do it, brother.
You can do it. - Let's go.
- [Male] Just get it all done at once, man.
- [Male] A little bit of blood.
- [Male] You can do it, man.
You can do it.
See, that's all we - More, more.
- [Male] wanted you to do brother.
- [Male] More, come on, keep squeezing.
- [Male] That's all we wanted you to do.
- [Male] Keep squeezing.
- That's all.
- [Male] Is he crying?
(male on floor coughing)
- [Male] Don't, don't, don't!
Just swallow it, dude.
Oh, come on, man! - It's okay.
- [Male] There we go.
- That is my brother!
Yeah!
(men applauding and cheering)
- [Male] Come on!
- Here, I'll help you up.
Come on, big guy.
There you go, come on.
- [Male] Hell, yeah.
- You're good, you're good.
You did good.
You won.
- [Male] Man, you looked fucked up.
- Come on, give him a hug.
Don't do any weird shit to him.
- Now go clean yourself.
Look at you, go clean yourself.
- [Male] See how much better you feel about yourself, man?
Damn!
Damn.
- That was exciting, huh?
- [Male] It kind of made my day.
- [Male] Yeah.
- [Male] Ah geez, he's gonna puke.
- No, no, no, he's fine.
Hey, you all right, man?
You all right?
Hey, hey.
Don't stress, man.
Don't stress, okay?
You're all right.
Okay?
You don't feel well?
- No.
- [Male] Is your stomach out of sorts, man?
- No, I'm fine.
- [Male] You sure?
- Yeah.
- [Male] Are you mad?
- [Male] No, no.
- Hey, it's not a big deal, man.
Look dude, it was a fucking bet, and you lost the bet.
So we made you do it, you know what I mean?
We're just holding you true to your word.
Would you understand what it's like?
You have any fuckin' idea?
You have no idea what it's like?
No?
Because you're either with 'em, or you're against 'em.
- Oh, I regret it.
- I don't know if he actually wanted to help him or not.
But I think he,
he just wanted to have some more fun.
- I think he realized
what would come if he didn't.
How you feeling, man?
You all right?
Your stomach better?
Hey, you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.
- You seem a little, quiet.
Your stomach feeling all right?
Let me, let me,
I'm gonna make you a drink.
It's gonna take care of you.
You'll feel like you never ate a whole tube of toothpaste.
I'm serious.
It's good, it'll be good for you.
All right?
Hang in there.
I'll get you.
Hey.
(low rumbling)
(male whistles)
Come on.
Drink this.
It'll help settle your stomach.
- Why don't you drink it?
- Ah, come on.
Come on.
Hey, come on.
Hey.
It's all right, dude.
Now drink.
Why are you so cynical, huh?
I make you a drink,
and you assume that I'm out to fucking get you,
that I'm out to hurt you, that I'm out to fuck with you?
- You really think that I would drink that?
Like why?
I don't get it.
I don't fucking understand man.
What did I do? - Why are you so cynical?
- What did I do to you?
- [Male] Why are you so cynical huh?
- [Mitch] What did I do to you?
- [Male] Why do you think I'm trying to fuck with you?
- I'm trying because you are.
- [Male] I'm trying to help you out, man.
- [Mitch] You're such a fucking liar.
- I'm not.
- I may live on the streets, but--
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, what?
- [Mitch] I said, I may live on the streets,
but I'm not fucking stupid.
So don't treat me like I'm fucking stupid.
- I'm not, I'm not.
I promise.
Cheer up.
I'll make you another one.
(water running)
Hey, come here.
Come here.
I made you something.
I want you to drink it, come on.
It's okay.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay, come on.
- What is that, coffee?
- Think you're gonna get out of here?
- [Male] Come on, just drink it, man.
- The decision has already been made.
You've already fucking drank it.
You've already drank it.
There's no way out of this, all right?
(wall thudding)
Oh!
Come on.
It's just a little coffee,
a little salt, a little, a little peppers.
Come on.
Let's see you drink it.
It smells good.
Smell.
We can go there.
We can go there, man.
You wanna do it?
You have any fucking idea? - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Do you see these two? - Come on, man.
- [Male] If he knows any better, he'll drink it, dude.
- Come on.
- [Male] Just mellow out, man.
- What are you gonna do?
Just, seriously.
It's not gonna kill you.
- Why don't you just--
- The fucking odds are against you, man.
The fucking odds are against you.
Come on, come on.
10, nine,
- [Everyone] Eight, seven,
six,
five,
four,
three,
two,
one!
(everyone laughing) (male retching)
- [Male] Oh, my God!
- [Male] Oh, fuck!
- [Male] Oh, that is nasty, dude.
Oh, ho, ho.
- [Male] Oh, that stinks, man.
- [Male] Oh, my God, that stinks!
- [Bald Male] You've gotta clean that up, man.
What do you want to hear?
- Yeah, it was a selfish thing.
- So we wanted him,
we wanted him to clean everything up.
Harry especially.
You know, he's very...
- Yeah, you make it seem like, you know,
it was a mutual sort of dining experience.
- [Bald Male] You know what you've gotta do, right?
Are you listening to me?
You're gonna clean that up.
- [Mitch] I'll get, I'll get the mop.
- Know what?
You're gonna clean that up without the mop.
I think I wanna see you
clean that up with your tongue.
I mean, just put it back where it came from, huh?
- Just leave it, man, leave it.
- I think he has gotta eat his own barf.
- [Male] It's over, it's over, come on.
- No.
No.
- [Male] He's had enough, he's had enough.
- He's had enough?
He's making a mess of this place over and over again.
I think it's time for him to learn a lesson.
(male speaks too low)
- Yeah, he's got, like,
obsessive-compulsive disorder or some shit.
"The mess, the mess, the mess.
"Clean it up."
- I'm not gonna live in a cell
where there's vomit on the fucking floor!
You fucking hear me, you motherfucker!
(loud punching)
- [Male] Chill the fuck out, man!
- Maybe he fucking deserves it.
(Mitch coughing)
- Stay the fuck down!
(Mitch grunting)
I'm calm.
I am calm!
Stay the fuck down!
- [Mitch] Ow!
- Eat your own fucking vomit?
You don't wanna eat your vomit?
You don't wanna eat your own fucking barf?
Look at the mess!
You don't wanna eat it?
I'll make you eat it!
Come here!
You will fucking eat it!
Eat it! - No!
- Eat it!
Ah, that's right!
(Mitch coughing)
Why are you doing this?
- [Male] That's enough, man.
- You're making a mess out of this place.
You're making a mess.
- [Mitch] I'm so sorry.
- Clean it up.
- [Mitch] I'm sorry.
- Clean it up!
Clean it up.
You fucking bitch!
You'll clean it up!
Do you hear me?
Clean it up!
Now!
(Mitch crying)
(Mitch coughing)
That's right.
Get on with it.
Put it back.
Put it back where it came from.
Put it back where it came from!
It's your own!
Put it back where it came from!
(Mitch crying)
- [Bald Male] Clean it up.
- [Mitch] I am, I am, I'm trying.
- Clean it up!
- I am.
- That's good.
(Mitch gagging)
- It must have been self-inflicted
'cause I didn't witness anything like that.
- I'm probably physically weaker than Mitch.
How they didn't choose me, is a fucking miracle.
- I didn't do anything.
I did not beat him up.
- I'm so fucking tired, man.
I'm so tired.
(water running)
- Hey, man.
Here's a clean shirt, dude.
Are you okay?
- [Mitch] I'm all right.
- Is there anything else I can get you?
- [Mitch] Uh-uh.
Thanks.
- What don't you understand?
If I,
If I don't,
If I don't seem like I'm part of it,
I'll be fucking shanked in the shower tomorrow.
You understand that?
They'll fucking kill me.
- No, I think we probably still would have fucked him up.
(somber music)
(bald male humming)
- [Bald Male] So what are the others saying?
- Nothing.
I thought he was nothing and he needed to
be treated like nothing.
(bald male chuckling)
- They were all taking part in this, all right?
(male chuckling)
- Yeah.
Why didn't I?
I don't know, that's a good question.
I wish I did.
I knew the fucking consequences.
- Help! Help!
Help!
- [Bald Male] Fucker!
- [Mitch] Help!
- [Guard On Intercom] What's going on in there?
- No, nothing.
Sorry, C.O. I hit the button with my elbow.
- [Guard On Intercom] If I have to come down there,
someone's going to the hole.
- No, you won't have to.
You won't have to.
I apologize.
(muffled screaming)
(ominous music)
(loud punching) (Mitch grunting)
You wanna fuck with me?
Huh?
- [Mitch] Okay, please, no!
- [Male] You wanna fuck with me!
- No!
(suspenseful music)
- [Male] Huh?
- [Mitch] Okay, okay.
Stop it.
- [Male] It's okay.
(Mitch grunting)
Fuck!
Like that, motherfucker!
- Hold him down!
You're dead, motherfucker, you're dead.
You understand me?
You're dead.
- [Male] You don't ring the fuckin' alarm.
- [Mitch] No!
- You fuckin' bastard!
- God damn fuckin' bastard!
Fuck!
Fucker!
- Tryin' to make us stay here longer, huh?
Is that what you want?
- [Mitch] No.
- Is that what you want, you motherfucker?
You piece of shit.
- [Male] Fuck!
- [Bald Male] You god damn fucking asshole!
Fuck you!
Fuck you, fucker!
(Mitch coughing)
(male gagging)
- Hey, hey, hey.
Bring him over here.
(male laughing)
Have him lick this up.
Lick it up!
- [Male] Dinner is served.
- [Male] Lick it up like you love it!
You know you love it, honey bunny.
Come on.
Lick it up.
Lick it up!
- [Male] Yeah, in there.
- [Male] Does it taste good?
Just pretend it's those chicken nuggets you like man.
(rushing waters)
Oh!
(rushing waters)
God, he's regretting it now, isn't he?
(rushing waters)
(Mitch coughing)
Awe yeah.
I guess you shouldn't have pressed that damn button.
- [Male] Yeah, fucking ringing the button man.
- You're gonna need a vacation.
(male chuckling)
- We should, like, piss on him.
(males laughing)
- No, no, no, wait.
No, no, no, I've got a better idea.
We can make him a cocktail.
Check it out, it looks like a
little baby turtle popping out.
Like a baby turtle head.
- [Male] There we go.
Oh!
- [Bald Male] Don't get anything on the floor, man.
- Come on, you do it. - I'm not touching it.
- [Bald Male] I'll hold him, you do it.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
- Oh!
Dude, it's getting on my fucking hand, man!
Fuck! (men laughing)
- [Bald Male] It stinks, man.
Look at this floor.
Shit.
Oh, fuck.
- Holy shit, he looks piss-tired, man.
(male chuckling)
Yeah.
Yeah, I would've remembered something like that.
- I had no choice.
They forced me.
- I don't know.
What do you want me to say?
- [Bald Male] Fucking traitor.
Wake up.
- Wake up, sleepyhead.
Wake up, sleepyhead.
Wake up.
- Traitor, huh?
You wanna run to mama? - Sleepyhead!
- [Bald Male] You know what we do with people like you, huh?
You fucking traitor?
I'm gonna show you what the fuck--
- Yo, yo, yo!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, you fucking traitor!
Huh!
People like you that wanna fuck with me,
you fucking asshole.
Fuck you, you fucking asshole!
(male groaning)
(Mitch groaning)
Take that, you fucking asshole traitor, huh?
You wanna run to mama?
(heavy breathing) (Mitch grunting)
(male grunting)
Fucking asshole.
Fix up.
- I had no idea you were such a homo.
- [Bald Male] There's gotta be a first time, huh?
- Are you all right?
Huh?
That's some fucked up shit.
- [Bald Male] Fucked up shit?
Fucking asshole didn't get enough of it.
Come on, huh?
Who's next?
Huh?
- Admits and regrets?
- And then,
and then he...
- Curiosity.
- I don't...
Harry just
took this broomstick.
- I've thought about that every single day.
I told you, man.
I'm fucking sorry.
- Well,
let's just say then that I
shoved a stick in his ass,
and
I regret it.
(ominous music)
(Mitch groaning)
That's right.
- [Male] Fuck you, man.
- Now it smells like shit on this thing, man.
What a bad day for you, man.
You gonna press any more red buttons, brother?
Now get your fucking ass out of my fucking face
and get the fuck up!
- He's learned his lesson, huh?
Huh?
Huh, you gonna clean that up?
What do you think, Peter, huh?
Should we make him clean that up?
- I think it's enough, man.
- [Bald Male] Sorry, I didn't hear you.
Say again.
Huh?
- I think it's enough, man.
- You think it's enough?
Oh, huh.
He thinks it's enough.
- [Harry] Dude, I think he's trying to play innocent.
- I know.
We've just gotta make sure that
everyone learns their lesson out of this, huh?
You, me--
- [Male] I think it's enough, man.
- What, you're saying, what?
What are you gonna do?
I'm confused.
'Cause you were totally part of this whole thing,
and now you're fucking pussying out.
You're being a bitch. - All this?
- [Bald Male] You think you're not a part of this?
You think you're not part of this?
- [Harry] You're in this shit, brother.
- [Bald Man] You wanna press the red button?
- [Peter] Not that.
- Fuck you you bitch.
Don't you dare play fuckin' innocent with me, motherfucker.
- You better be careful. - I've been here.
- [Harry] I've seen this shit.
You've been a part of it
from the fucking beginning, little bitch.
You are a stupid fuck! - Start thinking.
- [Bald Male] Start thinking, okay?
- Get your hands off me.
- [Harry] You're a stupid fuck, man.
- Get your fucking hands off me.
- [Harry] He just fucking turned on us, man.
He hit the alarm.
- [Bald Male] All right, don't worry.
You're part of this.
Who made him the drink, huh?
Don't forget that.
- [Harry] God, man.
- [Bald Male] Don't rat on us.
- [Harry] He's gotta play fucking innocent now, man.
We'll finish him off, and then we'll get him later, man.
- Let's clean the mess.
No, we don't have to get him, he's in this.
There's no way he can get out of this, and he knows it.
We're all in this together, yeah?
So you better be careful what you do, man.
Look at what happens.
Look at what happens!
- [Harry] What the fuck's going on anyway, man?
- [Bald Male] You don't wanna fuck with us.
- Hey, are you,
is he awake?
Dude!
- [Bald Male] I'm sure he's fine.
He ain't pressing any buttons man.
Hey, this is like, you know, smelling salts.
Smell this.
- [Harry] Dude, wake up, man!
- Hmm, look at that.
Smell that?
- [Harry] Fuck.
- [Bald Male] You want a taste of that?
- Wake up, man.
- I'm gonna clean up the mess.
- Wake up, dude.
You motherfucker!
Get the fuck up!
- [Bald Male] You're gonna clean up this broom.
- [Harry] Get up!
(voices echoing)
- [Peter] Get your hands off of me.
- Back off, back off, let go of me.
- [Harry] Fucker, man. - Huh?
- You better back off OCD over here, man.
You better back off.
- Leave him alone man.
- Honestly, back the fuck up now.
Back the fuck up now!
Back up.
Maybe he should lick that shit.
What do you think, man?
- [Bald Male] I don't know.
What do you think, Peter?
You wanna lick that shit?
Huh?
- What's the fucking point, man?
You already took it to the point
you're gonna take it. - You wanna turn on us?
- [Bald Male] You wanna turn on us?
- [Male] No, I'm just saying--
- [Bald Male] Okay, good.
- You don't rat, brother.
- You better don't. - You don't fuckin' rat.
- [Bald Male] Don't worry, I'll be gentle, huh?
- [Harry] Fucking cool it, hmm?
- [Bald Male] Yeah, that's right.
Just clean that.
Yeah, mm.
Nice and clean.
- Stop fucking pretending, man.
What the fuck is this shit, dude?
Wake up!
- [Bald Male] Lick it.
- Suck on it, bitch!
- [Bald Male] Lick it clean.
- [Harry] You see this?
- [Bald Male] So that I can clean after you.
- [Harry] You see this?
You want this to happen - You fucking pig!
- to you, motherfucker? - You fucking pig!
- [Bald Male] You filthy pig!
- All right, we've got some movement here.
We got some movement.
You gonna stand up?
He's trying to play fucking victim over here, man.
- [Bald Male] He's breathing, man, he's breathing.
He's fine.
- [Harry] You play Mr. Dramatic.
Fucking.
- [Bald Male] He just needs some time, you know?
- [Harry] Fucking little actor over here, man.
All right, I'm taking a nap.
- Peter, make sure that he doesn't touch the alarm button.
- [Harry] Well, fuck that, man.
- What am I gonna do, man?
- Shut up. - Come on.
- [Harry] Shut up.
- All I'm saying is that it was too fucking much.
- [Harry] Shut up, dude.
- [Bald Male] All right.
- I'm on your fucking side, man.
I'm just saying
it was a little much. - We'll take shifts.
- [Harry] We'll take shifts, all right?
- [Bald Male] Okay.
(somber music)
(male sobbing)
- I'm so sorry.
I wanna lie.
I wanna lie, because
I don't wanna be that person.
- So if they said what they
what you claim they said,
I guess they're assholes and they're lying.
- You think of something else.
Can I have a cigarette, please?
- I feel so fucking shitty,
because I'm just as bad as the two of 'em,
because I didn't do anything,
because I didn't ring the fucking bell,
because I didn't fucking tell the guards,
because I didn't fucking stand up to 'em,
because I didn't do a fucking thing
as he sat there and got raped
in the fucking ass with a broomstick!
Because I didn't fucking stop them,
because I was too scared!
- Yeah.
- Then,
then they sat down and watched TV like nothing happened.
And Mitch,
spent about 30 minutes crawling from
one side of the cell to the other.
(cup clanking)
I think you were right, man.
You know, he pressed the red button.
He deserved it, right?
I mean, he deserved it.
I know.
He rang the button.
I mean, if there's one rule you don't break,
it's the red button.
We fucked up in there.
We fucked up.
We went too fuckin' far.
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do, huh,
when they come in here
and they find him
and they see the blood, and the fucking bruises
and the towels, huh?
We've gotta do something.
I'm fucking scared here.
- [Harry] What the fuck do you propose to do, man?
- He just had this weird stare
as if he could see through the walls.
- What's the reason for all this?
(male clears throat)
- I hope this is ending soon,
because I'm being fucking honest here.
I hope that will be enough, but...
- I told you, man.
I'm fucking sorry.
- He wouldn't look at you, even though his eyes would be.
He would look right through you.
I think he knew what they were up to.
- Because I couldn't.
Because I'm not strong enough.
Because I wouldn't survive another fucking week in here.
I wouldn't survive another fucking night in here.
What am I gonna do?
Look.
- [Harry] Come out and fucking say it.
- Look, I read a story
about these two cell mates, right?
And in the middle of the night
this one cat fucking hangs himself.
And when his celly wakes up in the morning
he's all fucked up in the head
to the point that they send him to a psych ward.
He gets out after three months, man.
'Cause I don't wanna spend, I don't wanna spend the rest
of my fucking life in the box.
Not for this.
It's not fuckin' worth it.
I can't, man.
I'm fucking scared, Harry.
I'm fucking scared.
- Oh.
You're saying he should hang.
- We've gotta do something.
- [Harry] Do what?
What do you wanna do?
I know what you wanna do, so say it.
What do you wanna do?
- We gotta,
we gotta get him to fucking hang himself.
(Harry laughing)
- Hey.
- We've gotta get him to fucking hang himself.
There's no fucking other option.
- Hey, buddy.
Pal.
You hear what he just said?
Hey.
You hear what we're talking about?
Hmm?
We're talking about you hanging yourself.
I know that's a big thing to
ask you to do, but,
we'll be in a lot less trouble.
Think about it.
What are you gonna do?
Go home?
Tell Mommy that you,
got fucked in the ass?
How are you gonna live the rest of your life?
I don't think it's much of a
life worth living anymore, brother.
I think we've gone kinda far today.
I'm sorry.
We're talking about ending it all, man.
What else are you gonna do?
(Harry laughing)
Huh?
What else are you gonna do?
You're fucked.
We have a happier option for you, man.
Just end it all.
End that pathetic existence of yours, man.
We're just, like, you know,
we're just traumatized.
That's a traumatic thing to see, man.
Your celly just hangin' himself.
That's fucked up.
(Harry burping)
Victims, that's what we'll be.
(Harry coughing)
I made it out.
There was no coming back.
There was no coming back for us
and for Mitch especially.
What are you trying to imply?
What if you had been
beaten up, pissed on,
had the shit kicked out of you,
and then got raped in the ass,
and then had a fucking broomstick handle shoved up your ass?
What would you do?
Huh?
- So what are the others saying?
I had no idea what they were up to.
You wanna hang him tonight?
- [Peter] What?
- [Bald Male] You wanna hang him?
- Un-fucking-believable.
Do you wanna hang him tonight?
Is that the question?
Like what?
Like you think we've got time to kill?
You think we're not gonna have a fuckin' C.O.
knocking on our door in three hours?
Yeah, you know, we'll let him come in
and fucking find him with his bloody ass, right?
And then maybe three days later we'll,
we'll find the time to hang him.
What do you think?
Sound like a plan?
Did you listen to a single thing that we fucking said?
Did..
Sorry.
I'm just stressing out. - What was that?
- No, I'm just stressing out, man.
I'm just stressing out man.
- Hey, just making sure that
we're all on the same page here.
- Let him go.
- Hmm?
We'll hang him.
We'll hang him, huh?
We'll hang him right there,
and the sun is gonna go up
and shine on his beautiful dead body, hmm?
And you know what?
You're gonna make the sling.
- I don't wanna do it, man.
I don't wanna do it.
- You better tie the knot, it was your idea.
- No.
It's your mess.
I'm not fucking doing it.
- It suits you well, too, you know.
- I'm not doing it.
I'm not doing it.
It's your mess, man.
- You are gonna tie the knot!
You will tie the knot.
We'll help you hang him. (metal clanging)
We'll help you hang him.
You tie the knot.
Got it?
What was that?
Hmm?
We'll do it together.
We'll lift him up together.
There's no way I'm gonna do this
without him participating.
He's gonna rat on us, man.
He was gonna.
- I'm gonna rat on you?
I'm gonna fucking rat on you?
- Tie the fucking knot and prove!
- I'm gonna fucking rat on you?
I'm gonna fucking rat on you!
- Shut the fuck up, man!
You're giving me a goddamn headache!
- Chill.
Okay?
We are in this together, all right, hmm?
We are a team, hmm?
We'll do it together.
But, you know, you've gotta get your hands
dirty as well, man, hmm?
- Stop crying like a little bitch.
- We'll all do it together.
- I don't know about you, Jack, but
I'm starting to like this guy (low ominous music)
compared to that guy right now.
There's someone else in the room who needs to hang.
You ready, brother?
Gonna help us out here?
Sure.
Then I "regretted" it.
- They did everything, and,
and I didn't stop 'em.
I didn't just stop them.
I didn't do anything.
I just stood there, and I didn't fucking stop 'em.
I didn't do a fucking thing.
- He was lying there.
He was just lying there,
and we were getting,
we were getting nervous.
- Come on, man.
Quit giving us the silent treatment.
I know you wanna die just as much as we want you to, so,
do something or say something.
I know you can talk.
Hello?
I know you wanna die, man.
Come on.
Okay.
Lift him up.
Okay.
- What the...
(Harry laughing)
All right, I'll let you do us a favor.
You put the cord around your neck.
I mean, come on, this is supposed to be a suicide, right?
(Jack laughing)
- [Jack] Yeah, man.
Come on.
Do it for us, yeah.
- [Harry] Wow.
- [Jack] Do it for yourself.
- Wow.
You see this?
This is a man
with some serious (speaks foreign language).
I love you, man.
I fucking love you.
Give me a hug!
Yes!
Okay.
What do you think?
How should we do this?
- We lift him up,
and Peter ties the knot.
Right?
- Not secure enough in your own ideas?
- Whose fucking idea was it, huh?
You know what we do to people like you, huh, huh?
People like you
are people like him.
You don't want to end like him, okay?
So you better cooperate.
I mean,
it was his idea, right?
- [Harry] Yeah.
- Okay, come on, let's do it, huh?
Get up.
- Gonna help us?
- Yeah.
It was my idea.
- [Jack] Come on.
Yeah, lift him up.
- Let's do it.
He didn't seem very resistant to me.
- But, you know, I guess
my,
my influence wasn't big enough.
- I wish I could fucking lie to you.
I wish I could lie to you.
But I can't, 'cause I feel so fucking bad.
- [Jack] Go on there. (male groaning)
- [Harry] Gotta shift over a little.
Here.
- [Jack] All right.
Okay.
Go again, lift him.
- [Jack And Harry] One,
two, three!
- Motherfucker.
(Jack and Harry laughing)
There we go, all right.
- Think happy thoughts, okay?
Think happy thoughts.
You won't be here soon.
(wire clanking)
It fuckin' broke, man. - Fuck!
- [Harry] Shit.
- And now what, huh?
- [Harry] Oh, man.
You are a sly bastard.
What should we do?
- Awful.
- [Harry] Oh, shit.
- [Jack] Fuck!
He just, he wouldn't die.
- [Harry] All right, get his bed sheet.
Get his bed sheet, man.
Do you know how to tie a noose with a sheet?
- I was so fucking tired.
I just wanted it to fuckin' end.
(Jack and Harry chuckling)
- Mitch was..
Tie it up there first, man.
Basically fuckin',
nothing.
Tie it up there, man!
(heavy breathing)
No, no, don't worry.
You don't have to eat that.
We're gonna get you chicken nugget.
- [Mitch] Okay.
- [Jack] But you gotta eat it hanging.
- Are you ready?
All right, let's stand him up.
- I felt like there was no fuckin' way out,
because I felt like,
because I felt like as soon as the
C.O. came in we'd be fucked.
- [Harry] Let's get him up.
Okay, all right.
Okay, ready, set.
One, two, three.
(men grunting)
- [Jack] Fucker!
- Let's get him up on the bucket.
(bucket clatters)
- [Jack] All right, go!
(voices echoing)
- Fuck.
Think happy thoughts, man.
Okay?
Think of good things.
Mitch,
tied the sheet around his
fucking piece-of-shit neck,
and
(tongue clicks)
I think Peter tied the,
tied the knot onto the bar.
(clears throat)
- To have it not be me.
- [Harry] Think happy thoughts, man.
- [Peter] Does that make any sense to you?
No?
- [Harry] Think happy thoughts.
Like flowers and shit, I don't know.
(Harry chuckling)
- [Jack] All right.
- [Harry] Put him on the bucket?
- [Jack] Yeah.
- [Harry] Okay.
Oh, damn, you're heavy, man.
Here.
(male sobbing)
- It was my idea.
It was my idea.
It was my fault.
It was my idea.
- See how nice I am, man?
All right.
Okay.
There you go.
All right.
- Join him.
That was a lot of work.
- No.
I can't remember.
- You're giving me that
really creepy look again, man.
I don't know!
Fuckin' guy wrapped a
sheet around his own neck.
So technically it's not us hanging him.
He hung himself.
Look,
I'm sorry.
Okay?
Things got really fucking out of hand.
But you're really taking one for the team now, okay?
- [Jack] You wanna die and save our asses?
- It means a lot to me.
Thank you.
And I will never forget you.
- Go fuck yourself.
Go fuck yourself.
I gave you the full truth.
- He was standing on a bucket,
and that son of a bitch, man,
he kicked the fucking thing, man.
And, yeah, you kinda saw a couple beats there where
his life was sort of, escaping him.
It was a trip.
(clears throat)
- But you know what?
Maybe that makes sense.
Maybe that's what I should've done.
- I didn't stop them from killing him.
That's what I regret.
- He should've eaten that fucking toothpaste.
(Harry laughing)
I guess he's gonna fuckin' regret that for,
oh, he's dead, he can't regret it.
- You know what my problem is?
You know what my problem was?
Is that I fucking cared about him.
I liked him.
He was a fucking sweet kid.
- Oh, God.
(faint buzzing)
(doors clanking)
Hey, sleepyhead.
Pick it up, man.
Wake up, man.
It's showtime.
Showtime.
Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, man?
This is the first freaking dead body I've ever seen.
This shit's crazy.
Big ol' empty shell, dude.
He's cold.
That's nuts.
All right.
Should I press the alarm?
- [Jack] Just a second.
- What about you, cutie patootie?
Are you ready?
- Yeah.
- [Harry] I still don't trust this guy.
- [Jack] All right, I'm ready.
- All right, let's do it.
All right, we're all,
we're all really shocked and really worried.
Okay?
Worried.
Okay, okay, okay.
There's been a hanging in 313!
It's a suicide!
Mitch killed himself!
Hurry up! (sirens blaring)
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
Shit!
Oh!
- [Jake] Untie him.
- [Harry] Okay, I'm trying.
- [Jack] Untie him.
- I'm trying.
I can't, man!
- Peter, help us!
Peter! - Help out, man!
- [Jack] Peter!
- [Harry] Dude, is he breathing?
- Everybody over here on your knees,
hands on your head!
- [Guard] Let's go, guys.
- [Guard] Jack, move it.
- [Guard] Fall in line, let's go.
- [Guard] Jack, join your friends, on your knees!
- [Guard] We need a couple more
guys with a doctor. - Jack, on your feet.
- [Guard] Help Mr. Cohen.
- [Guard] Lift him up.
Let's go, lift him up!
(Jack grunting)
- [Harry] Is he breathing at all?
- [Guard] Shut up!
Did anyone see anything?
- [Harry] No, man!
We were sleeping, dude!
- [Guard] He's fucking dead.
Come on.
- [Guard] Jack, Jack, back here on your knees, please.
- [Harry] Is he alive?
- [Guard] Come on.
- [Harry] Oh, fuck.
- [Guard] Yo, this guy's ice-cold, man.
He's been here all night.
- [Peter] What went through my mind?
Sometimes you just have to look away.
- To kill him?
- I wasn't the boss of shit.
- I thought that
I could come here
and I could play this cool
and pretend like I wasn't a fucking part of it
and that I didn't do anything.
But I can't.
- Clean hands.
- And I'm,
I'm so fuckin' sorry.
(somber music)
- I say yes.
I say that we all have just as much responsibility
for him hanging there.
- [Mitch] No, you've gotta use weight.
(men laughing) (men chattering)
- [Harry] Think,
think happy thoughts, man.
- [Jack] You wanna die and save our asses?
Come on, count me in, hmm?
- [Harry] Still gonna do it?
- [Peter] Okay.
(ominous music)
- [Jack] Come on, count me in, hmm?
- [Peter] That's enough, man.
That's enough, man.
(bucket clanking)
(Mitch choking)
- Well, there it is.
You are one crazy motherfucker.
(Jack chuckling)
Damn, man. - Oh, my God!
- [Harry] What is wrong with that
fucked-up brain of yours, man?
- Unbelievable.
Un-fucking-believable.
- What did that feel like?
How did that feel?
Is it what everybody says it is?
Is it all, make you feel all powerful and shit?
That is one ugly sight.
That's all you, man.
(slow ominous music)
(slow paced music)