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Come on.
Hello, John. Hello, Bill.
See you later. Okay. Goodbye. Bye. K Marl
manslaughter. Sentenced to 10 years. First
time in prison. Yes, sir. To me? Yes, sir. How
old are you? 24, sir. Ever serve in the Army,
Navy, Marine Corps? No, sir. Used to? Yes,
sir. Morphine, opium, cocaine? No, sir. Game.
You can have your cigarette. Married? No, sir.
That's my sister. You can have the photograph.
Thank you, sir. You'll get the rest back when you
leave prison. From now on, you'll be number 48642.
Give them the words.
Yeah.
24. Two blankets. Two blankets. Hat 36.
Hope 36. Underwear four. Underwear four
pants five pants five shirt 16 shirt
16 pants seven hat seven shoes 8 and
1/2 shoes 8 and 1/2 change your clothes in there
arm length 35 and 12 in 35 and A2
arm left forefinger left forefinger
Out this way.
I hate to see a young fellow like you in
here for manslaughter. It was an accident,
sir. Yes, I remember your case very well.
You ran a man down with your car. Yes,
sir. It was New Year's Eve. You were drunk.
Yes, sir. Now you're here to pay for
that crime with 10 years of your life.
Did you realize that? Yes, sir. Your sentence can
be reduced by good behavior and close observance
of the prison rules. And while you're not
in the common sense of the word criminal,
I want to warn you against the influences you'll
encounter here or in any other prison. Yes. So,
you be careful of your conduct, your
associations. Yes. And remember this,
prison does not give a man a yellow streak, but
if he has one, it brings it out. That's all.
Well, Reagger, what is it? Do you
know who they're putting that boy
in with? No. Who? Morgan. The sickest crook
we ever had here in a machine gun bush. Yes.
What a a weak kid like that thrown in with
a murderer and a gunman. No, no, no. Pop,
don't you get chickenarted again. Well, he
might have a chance in a cell alone. Yes,
I warned them at the last governor's
council. We have 3,000 here and sell
accommodation for 1,800. They all
want to throw people into prison,
but they don't want to provide for them after
they are in. And you mark my word, pop, someday
we are going to pay for their short-sightedness.
Uh, sure. The whole prison system is cockile.
Yeah. Here's a fish for you, Sandy.
Goes in 265 with Butch and Morgan. Okay.
Come on, boy.
upstairs to the left.
There we are.
Hello, kid.
Take off your ear, mouse. I said hello. Hello.
Make yourself to home at your flop up there.
What's your name? I said, what's your name? Kent
Malo. Mine's Smith. I'm known the world over as
machine gun Butch. You heard of me? That's a sink.
You never heard of the Lacy gang being wiped out?
Well, I done the wiping. 500 bucks for bumping off
three. Ain't much. It's cheap. What's your racket?
What you in for? Manslaughter. Manslaughter? Well,
you ain't no more than glory after all. Press the
flesh. Who'd you croak? Well, it was an accident.
An accident? Yeah, I was driving a car. Oh,
you're a wet ear. Your nose ain't even dry.
What do you mean? I'll show you what I mean,
kid. I'll learn you a lot of things before we're
through with you in here. Morg, there's company in
the parlor. Morgan is my name, hence mine. How are
you? Don't you ever have any air in here? Sure,
plenty. All hot. How long you been here? 3 years.
before robbery. I can't stand thieves. Hey, my
cigarettes. What? You took my cigarettes? Oh, you
dirty little liar. You didn't have no cigarettes.
Yes, I did. And you stole them. Now, stop your
belly aching before I slow you. Come on. Give
me back those cigarettes. You're dingy. You didn't
have no cigarettes. Give me those cigarettes. Oh,
get out. I'll show you crooks. I won't stand for
treatment like this. Hey, guard. Guard. Yeah.
Stop your squawking. Crooks, are we? Well, Mr.
High, I'll show you. Come on, let go of me. Pipe
down. Pipe down. Pipe down. Hey. Hey. What's
wrong in here? He took my cigarette. Ready,
Morgan? I don't know, sir. I was asleep. Did
you take the kid's cigarette? No, sir. So,
less noise or you'll spend your first night in the
dungeon. Ah, don't put the kid in the cooler. He's
green. He just went off these nuts. He won't do
it again. Well, you watch your stuff. Understand?
Well, Mr. Billy, you're going to get your first
lesson right now. You can't squeal in, sir.
That's that. Now, lay off that
stuff, Butch, do you hear? Ah,
he's only stunned. I didn't bat him hard.
Put him in his bunk. Yeah. Yeah. Okay.
Now give him back his cigarettes. What?
You heard me. Why? I ain't got these old
weeds. Don't lie to me, Butch. Say, listen. I
bumped off guys for calling me a liar. Yeah,
and look where you are now. Who? Me? Yes, you.
Well, look where you are, too. That's right,
Butch. Both of us. The quick and the dead, the
clever and the dumb. What? You know, from the
neck down, you're a regular guy, Butch. Now, give
the kid back his cigarettes. Who? Me? Yes, you.