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(birds chirp)

(sirens blare)

(slurping beverage)

(groans)

(drink thuds)

(car motor revs)

(drum beats)

(door buzzes)

(door bangs) (grunts)

- How we doin', old man?

Ready to get that blood flowin'?

- Who you callin' old, man?

I still have more blood in me than the both of you combined.

- You're prob'ly right, Jackson, your prob'ly right.

- Eh, speak for yourself.

- Hey, you still readin' that book.

- I sure am.

You were right.

It is much better than the movie.

- Door! So many more details.

It's a beautiful story.

- Nice relationship with

his sister. - All right, come on.

Come on. - I don't know

why they mess with - Move this fuckin'

book club along.

(moans)

(exhales)

(moans)

- She was, um, sorta sexy.

Just kind of a crazy way.

She was a big woman, but not like round, you know.

I love a round woman but,

she was, you know, like everything was big.

Her head, her arms, her feet, had these big gaps

between her teeth.

- Oh yeah.

I love when the women have big gaps in the teeth.

- And I think was in love, man.

(laughs)

- [Radio] Richard. (radio beeps)

- Yeah?

- [Radio] The warden wants you in 15.

- Okay, thank you.

Wish me luck.

- Last shot to tie the game.

Oh!

- How we doin' fellas?

(throat clears)

- So Richard.

I think we finally found a position for you

in human relations, like you requested.

- Oh, that's such great news.

- A position in the Communications Department

just became available.

- Well, I'm ready.

I am so ready.

And actually, I just read this article

on animal assisted therapy technique,

which I think would be really helpful for some

of the inmates and they're more violent issues.

But we could take it slow.

- Yes, why don't we do that.

(door creaks)

Welcome.

All correspondence to and from inmates is filtered

through you in this room.

You'll be scanning each item for inappropriate content

to be confiscated.

Contraband, images that can be used as tattoo templates,

drug-related images, pornography,

that kind of stuff.

You're not allowed to read the letters in full,

but if you see indications of orders of violence

on a particular inmate, terrorism,

uh, drug smuggling and that sort of thing, we, of course,

wanna be made aware of that.

Last month, someone crushed up drugs,

steamed them onto the paper.

So always use these.

Make sure all mail is scanned and saved and registered

to our system, for legal reasons I'm not gonna

go into right now.

Here you go.

Get started with this. (thumps on box)

- Thank you.

- Your new position is Director of Prisoner Communications.

It is a very big responsibility.

- And I appreciate the trust and I will do my very best.

- Good to hear.

(thumps box) Let's get it goin'.

(door shuts)

(paper rustling)

(gloves snapping on)

(machine beeps and whirs)

- So I won't be able to send you money this week.

Things are tight.

There's nothing in there.

(mumbling)

You found me again.

Happy birthday, Ray.

Hope it's a good one.

Your brother, Dan.

Michael.

The packaging code is incorrect.

I cannot make the transfer to the bank

if the code is not correct.

Please let me know what the right code is.

(clicking)

(exhales)

Cris, my love, I think about you every second of every day.

I feel like every part of me is coming undone,

like I'm in 1,000 pieces, buried in sadness alone.

Years and years of longing for you.

Today was just another day trying to recall the smell

of your body and touch of your hands on my naked skin.

Your Rosita.

(calls out inmate names)

(inmates yell)

Happy birthday, Big Ray.

(inmates yell)

Happy birthday, Ray!

- Happy birthday, big boy, woo! (clapping)

- Shut the fuck up, you idiots.

(yelling, whistling continues)

♪ Happy birthday dear Ray ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(applause)

- [Inmate] Happy birthday, Big Ray.

(gate shuts loudly)

- [Richard] Got letters for death row.

- Got it.

(door buzzes)

(door unlocks)

- Cris, you got a letter.

(door locks)

- Hey, hey, hey, man.

So, you been moved to a job in the letter room.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm the man in charge of all the letters

at the facility.

- Please do me a favor, will ya?

- Hey Jackson, you know that I can't do any favors

for anybody. - It's the only thing

I'll ever ask you.

I promise.

Just hear me out.

Please, have a look for letters from my daughter

in the system.

I haven't heard anything for two years,

nothin' since a birthday note.

They must be lost in there somewhere.

We had a fallin' out, you know.

She thinks I can't tell her what to do,

who to have a kid with, that sort of thing,

but I'm still her father, right?

But I think, I think the previous guy worked letters.

He had it out for me.

He was holdin'

- No, no, no, no. - back my letters.

- Hey, we take your communication rights very seriously.

- It's truly crushing me, man.

I can't believe she just stopped writing her old man.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Please have a look through the old stuff.

I don't wanna beg you, Richard.

- Okay, okay I'll see what I can do.

Okay?

- Thank you.

(dog barks in distance)

(door shuts)

(pan sizzling)

(microwave beeps)

- Okay, okay.

(TV plays in foreign language)

(humming)

(chuckling)

(sighs)

(clicking) (chewing)

William Hayes.

Happy birthday, Dad.

I know it's been a while, but I hope you are well, Midia.

That's all there is.

Sorry, old man.

(slices open letter)

My love, your mom wants me to sit with her

for the execution, but I can't.

You know I can't, right?

I don't understand why they make anyone watch.

I know you must be frightened, my love,

even though you probably won't admit it.

God knows you didn't mean to shoot no one,

even if everyone else wants you to be gone for what you did.

All will get better soon.

Your Rosita.

(drum beats)

(typing)

(drumming continues)

- [Voiceover] Can you hear me calling your name at night?

I feel your touch in my sleep.

You are in my breaths of air.

You are all the beams of sunshine that ever touched my skin.

I imagine it is your warm hands on my body, stroking me.

I can recall your touch in seconds.

(drumming resumes)

I smell your warm skin.

It tastes salty.

I feel you grow by the touch of my hands.

An ocean is released deep inside of me.

- Just checkin' in.

- Hello.

- So, are things workin' for ya?

- Yeah, it's really good.

It's great, yes.

Thank you, thank you so much.

- Alrighty then.

(papers rustling)

Carry on.

(sighs)

Ay, dios.

(gate unlocks)

Got another letter.

(door shuts)

- Hey, hey, let me holler at ya for a minute, hey.

(TV plays in foreign language)

(loud chewing)

(grumbles)

(door shuts loudly)

(door locks)

(drum beats)

(sighs)

(banging on machine buttons)

(drumming speeds up)

- [Voiceover] I hear our songs over and over and over.

I know every word,

just like I know every little corner of your body.

(door buzzes open)

I could still taste your skin on the tip of my tongue.

(door shuts)

The world out here is just moving on without you

and without me.

I have stopped existing here.

We are in there together

inside of each other.

(deep breathing)

Can you feel me there?

(yawning) (pages turning)

(TV plays in foreign language)

(door bangs)

- Returning from an exoneration hearing.

- Welcome home.

Hope you enjoyed the outing.

(door buzzes) - Liam.

Pour me some of that, will ya?

(door slams shut)

- [Voiceover] You still live inside of me like a tree

slowly growing stronger.

I walk by our old apartment sometimes.

I sneak up and lean against the front door and think

about all those times we kissed

before we could lock ourselves inside.

(chuckling)

Your Rosita.

Cris, if they don't exonerate you, we will do

like we planned before you went in.

I think pills is the easiest way.

I could steal them at work.

I read how to do it and it's easy.

It is us against the world always.

Not even your silence will change that.

I know God has a better plan for us.

I am not scared to do it.

We will be together on the other side.

(light drum beats)

- Write her back, you idiot.

(drum beats)

(exhale)

- [Warden] Hello, Warden's office.

- Hello, Ma'am, this is Mail Inspection.

I just have a question.

- [Warden] Yes, something come up?

- Well, yes, this is my question.

Um, if a...

If we have a sense that someone is in danger,

well, that someone might hurt themselves,

what should we-

- [Warden] Is an inmate threatening to harm themselves?

- No.

- [Warden] What is the question?

- Well, I guess it's more of a hypothetical question, if...

What is the protocol if someone outside

might harm themselves?

- We only have protocol for what happens

inside the facility, Richard.

- Yeah, well, that makes sense.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, okay, thank you for your time.

Hey fellas.

- [All] Hey.

- You good, bro?

- Yeah. - All right.

- Pretty good.

Hey, so that guy on the row, Cris?

He, uh...he didn't get his exoneration, right?

- That fuckin' cop killer? (chuckles)

- He's a weirdo.

He's declined all visitors for years.

Never says a word to anyone.

- Now he's the next one up.

Probably thinks some kind of phone call will save his ass.

- Good riddance. - I agree.

- Well, you know, never know what's goin' on inside the mind

of another man, right?

(chuckles) (door shuts)

- [Guard] What's up his ass?

- Hey.

You got any outgoing mail today?

- Not gonna write shit that you guys could sit

on your fat asses and read.

Now leave me the fuck alone.

- Hey.

- I see you.

I see you sneak around and look at me.

You like to sit at home and fantasize about me

gaspin' for air on that stretcher when you take me out,

don't you?

Don't you, you sick fuck! (bangs door)

Fuck you! (bangs head)

Fuck you! (bangs door)

Fuck you! (bangs door)

- Yo, yo, Richard, Richard.

- Hey, there's nothing.

She didn't write you.

Let it go.

Stop bugging me.

(scrapes grill)

(muffled voice on radio)

(dog barks in background)

(knocks on door)

- [Woman Inside] Who is it?

- Uh, it's Richard.

(door opens)

Hi, Rosita?

- Yeah, who are you?

- Uh, yes, we haven't met.

I'm a corrections officer

from the state prison's death ward.

I'm here in regards to the letters.

- Now put that away, put that away.

We can't talk here.

- [Man Inside House] Baby, who is it?

- It's just those Jehovah's witness people

with their magazines.

Meet me at the restaurant on the corner in an hour.

And don't ever come back here again.

(door slams)

(door shuts)

(chair squeaks)

What's happened to Cris?

- I'm sure you're wondering what I'm doing here.

I want to clarify, Cris does not know that I am here.

Um...

My job is to scan and censor all the letters

before we pass it on.

So I've I read your letters and-

- Is this even legal?

You being here?

- Well,

um, it's, it's...

my civil duty to follow up when someone tries

to kill themselves.

- Well, if you're such a hero, then why do you work

at an institution that kills people?

- I don't think that's the same thing.

- What do you want from me?

Those letters are private.

You realize that, right?

- Yes, yes I do.

I was concerned about you.

I realize now that-

I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries.

Please forget that I came.

- I've been walkin' around for seven years,

waitin' for people in uniforms

to kill the love of my life.

I allowed myself to be happy again without him,

but I can't write him that, can I?

I just don't want him to be scared.

You know, he slept with the light on every night.

He's scared of the dark.

And you know, maybe he even thinks like I'm going

to be waiting for him on the other side or something.

Like maybe it helps him get through the days.

You know, I was so young when we made that promise.

This the only thing left that I could do for him, you know?

I obviously can't show up like this.

(chuckles)

- You write very beautiful letters, Rosita.

Cris is very lucky to get them.

We all need someone to love us.

Like you said, it's very, very lonely in that prison.

It's very lonely.

You deserve to be happy.

And it doesn't bother you that he never responds?

- I didn't write him to get letters back.

(children yell in background)

(drum beats)

- Jackson, you got a letter.

Looks like there was an error in that old stupid system

we have up in the mail room.

It's from your daughter, I think.

- Thanks, man.

- Ah, well. We'll keep an eye out, see if there's any more.

- Yeah.

You do that.

(laughs)

This motherfucker.

(laughs)

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