I love that color on you.
You know what I'd love to see on you? A noose.
Hey! Watch your mouth, convict.
She wouldn't last five minutes in here, that one. Too many principles. But you? You'd be Queen Shit.
I saw you filed for an appeal. That was a mistake.
Please. That whole thing was rigged, your so-called trial.
You should know I'm the single largest donor to the Federalist Society.
Oh yeah? What do they do? Something with books?
They control the courts, selecting judges all the way up to the Supreme Court with the president's blessing. So, buy a throw pillow is my advice. You're gonna be here a while.
It's funny. Prison is the way the world should be. The natural order. No apology. Men separated by race, races stacked with the strong on top, you fuck the weak, you kill your rivals, sleep with one eye open.
Yes, well, I just came by to say I hope you're settled in because now your real punishment will begin.
My what?
[to Indira] Wait outside, please.
Are you sure?
Oh, we'll be fine, won't we, Roy?
Peachy.
[Indira exits]
You're right. She does have principles. Where was I? Oh, yes, punishment. Did you know that 85% of all prisoners are in debt? Hundreds, if not thousands of dollars, interest accruing, their families put out on the street. Well, I've started a fund to help certain prisoners free themselves from this burden. A private fund. Plus a little fresh cash each month in their commissary accounts. Vaseline, Vienna sausages, that kind of thing.
Which prisoners?
Oh...that one, I think. And him over there with the scars. Oh, and all of the men in cell block D. And B. And A.
Well, that's mighty Christian of you.
Oh, no, this has nothing to do with that book. It's an older text, written on stone tablets in the Age of the Skull Fuckers.
Did Nadine put you up to this?
Please. She's a girl scout. I fight my own battles and you need to pay for what you've taken.
So you want me dead.
No, I want you alive for a very, very long time. But while you live, I want you to feel everything your wives felt. Every blow, each humiliation. Fear.
I'm not afraid of you.
It's not me you need to be afraid of. [Lorraine passes Roy a pack of cigarettes] These might come in handy.
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