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Sometimes you are who you are, and sometimes you are who you pretend to be.

And sometimes, if you meet the right person, the two become one.

Who you are and who you pretend to be.

In other words, stop lying to yourself.

Let's go.

I can't believe you let him get away with it.

Kick a guard in the balls and turn a one-week stay into an automatic three

months.

Just where do you think I'm going?

It's regulations, ma'am. Ma'am?

We got ourselves a boy scout, huh, Patsy?

I took the rap for him.

He said, baby, I can't go back to prison.

It's easier for women.

I'll work. Save money while you're in.

Buy you a house.

You bottle of crap.

Last I heard, she had her marriage annulled because I'm an unfit wife

serving time in jail.

Now I'm in isolation.

I'm going to talk to him.

Hey, you.

Boy Scout, you back there?

Yes, ma'am.

Why are you hiding?

You're such a light girl.

Come on out.

Let me get a look at you.

He never shows his face in the shower. I think he's shy.

Is that true?

Are you shy, Boy Scout?

No, ma'am. I just know my place.

What's your name?

Charlie.

Charlie what?

Parker. Charlie Parker.

Isn't that some famous guy's name?

Yes, ma'am.

Jazz musician.

Played alto sax.

My mother's favorite.

She's a mama's boy.

Hey, Charlie.

Carmen says you're a mama's boy. Is that true?

I don't know. What is a mama's boy?

A man who loves his mama more than any other woman?

Is that you, Charlie?

I love my mother.

Respect her.

Different kind of love, though, with other women.

You know what I think?

I think a mama's boy is a man not standing five feet away from two

beautiful, naked women.

And he don't even have the courage to speak.

Well, where I'm from, that means I'm a gentleman.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings.

Come

on

now, I didn't say that.

Men like you that drive women into each other's arms.

What choice do you have?

Pod. We don't want to be pod.

We won't even take you.

All we want is more than anything in the world.

To feel sexy.

Just for a moment.

Yes, Charlie.

Men like you, but women like us.

He doesn't have urges, Charlie.

Deep urges.

He doesn't just lift his tongue with a bar of dope.

Wet.

Leaked.

Bubbling and rubbing and drooping. It's epic.

Hiding into my body.

Are you still there?

Yes, ma'am.

Warm air.

I'm alone, but with my brain inside of me.

It's so warm.

Like crazy, I'm on a coma. And you just chase it.

The cold is so hot.

The cold has to do it with your legs.

That I move inside of me from behind.

Are you listening, Charlie?

Tell me you knew what it was like to walk through those windows, making love,

taking turns, kicking,

fighting,

sucking over and over.

Can you see it, Charlie?

Yes.

Want the man.

Any man willing to break the rule.

Come on, Tyler.

Break the rule.

I'm sorry.

Is it in the rules that a mean-eyed, creepy-fingered guard gets to grab my

pussy?

Is that part of the rules?

No,

man, but I can't... You're goddamn right it is.

Fuck your rules, Charlie.

I almost had you, didn't I?

You're no different.

Go ahead, Charlie.

Ignore me.

You can pretend I don't exist.

All the men in my life could care less whether I was breathing, starting with

my father and every weak man since.

But as far as I'm concerned, Charlie, I don't need your eyes upon me in order

for me to know that I'm sexy, beautiful, strong,

smart.

You understand what I'm saying?

Cat got your tongue, or haven't you ever heard a naked woman tell the truth

before?

I bet you haven't.

I bet you date the kind of woman that smiles at you all the time while she

fetches your beer.

The kind of woman that laughs at all your stupid, pathetic little jokes.

And when you fuck her, Charlie, she moans and screams as if you and

you alone You're the only man that can make her come.

Isn't that so, Charlie?

Ma'am, you don't know anything about me.

You're right.

I don't know anything about you.

And you don't know anything about me.

Except I'm in jail, and so are you.

Not working.

Same difference.

You need them to put three square meals on your table, and so do I.

You're as trapped as I am.

Except in three months, I'm a free bird, and you're still stuck.

That's enough.

Get dressed and go to time's up.

You know, Dakota, being stuck is in the mind.

The same as being bored.

Now, this may be the only job I could find, but it doesn't mean I'm trapped.

I have a feeling, Dakota, and I don't mean to insult you, but I have a feeling

even when you're not locked up, you still act like a caged bird.

Wrestler.

Uptight.

Angry.

You're dreaming about the wide-open blue sky tipped off at everybody else because

you can't spread your wings and fly.

It's all in the mind, the governor.

See, up here, I'm free.

Free as a bird.

I will say one thing for you.

You sure do have a way with words.

You still awake?

Sure am.

He's not like the other guards, is he?

Charlie?

He's different, all right.

He didn't get angry.

I don't understand that.

He's trying to piss them off.

He's a real gentleman.

My mommy would say that only a dead man was a gentleman.

My mom was half right.

Half the men in the world are pigs.

The other half are pigs that mean well.

Which category do you belong in?

Well, I hope the second.

No hard feelings?

No hard feelings.

You were right about one thing, though.

What's that?

I've never had an aching wound in some of the children.

Did you come back for the second wound?

No, I'm on a double check.

Keeping an eye on the bad girls?

Tell me, Charlie.

Do you have one of those Messiah complexes?

Here to save the downtrodden, sinners, prostitutes?

No, nothing like that.

After college, I needed a job, and I couldn't find one in my chosen career.

Which is?

Literature. I'm a writer.

Sort of. I haven't published anything yet, but... Yeah, I keep trying.

What do you write about?

My life, growing up, and what I see and what I hear.

Like saying that I'm a caged bird?

Sort of.

Patsy around?

No.

You feel him, don't you?

Can't sleep.

How about you tell us a bedtime story?

Will you do that for us, Charlie?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

You're a writer. Tell us a story.

I can't. I don't know.

Come here.

I've never had anyone tell me a bedtime story before.

Is it against the rules?

I don't think so.

Make it sexy, Charlie.

Yeah, make it romantic.

Make it a true story, Charlie. I haven't got the patience for shit that's made

up.

I can't.

It's all in the mind, Charlie.

Tell me about the first time you made love.

I was 16 years old.

It was August.

I was staying at my grandmother's house in Brunswick, Georgia.

It was a hot, hot night.

It was so hot that my sweat felt like an extra layer of skin.

You know that thick heat that won't let you go?

I was laying in my bed.

Naked as the day I was born.

And I didn't move a muscle.

My seeds were damp.

I was waiting.

To burn.

No, for breathe.

You know that breeze that comes about four in the morning?

I was wondering, where does that breeze come from?

And does God finally decide to show us a little mercy?

And just at that moment, the curtains flutter, the leaves twist and turn,

rustling outside my window.

The scent of jasmine comes in and slides across my scenic claim, like a baby to

his mother's breast.

She walks in.

What was her name?

It was Magnolia.

Magnolia.

She was pretty.

Like you.

Like me?

So pretty.

What happened next?

I sneaked out of my grandmother's house into the woods.

Crickets and cicadas were singing.

Just for us.

You had what?

We lay down.

The grass.

What was she wearing?

A yellow summer dress.

Shade of a buttercup.

She wasn't wearing any pants.

I don't think it was her first time.

She got on top of me.

Shifted her head.

Helped guide me inside.

I thought I'd stopped breathing.

It was the same moment I laid eyes on you.

Make love to me.

Please, Charlie.

I can't.

I want to, but I can't.

Lock the door, Charlie.

It's not right.

I can unlock the door, Charlie.

Give her a break.

No, Carmen.

He's right.

Can you get right down to it?

I'm on one side of the bars. He's on the other.

He has the keys and we don't.

He's in charge.

He's the big man.

Don't ever touch her!

I got fired.

Fired?

Patsy's the only one that knows I'm here.

He fired you?

You were just trying to protect me.

I broke a rule.

I had a fellow guard.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

This is all my fault.

No, it's not.

I made a choice.

I can live with that.

But I won't see you.

Yes, you will.

I'll visit you.

You mean that?

Every week.

But I thought...

So, Naomi and I made love.

And pretty soon a cool soft breeze swept through the woods.

And I remember thinking, it wasn't God at all who made that wind.

It was me and Magnolia.

Our bodies made the leaves twist and turn.

The trees sway.

The moon dance.

Love behind bars.

I guess it doesn't matter where you find it, as long as you find it.

All I know is when I think back on those few hours I spent with him, I realize

that he was it.

The brass ring.

Possibly my last chance at what some people might call true romance.