Prison Life Script | 2K |

Corrigan watches. He’s no longer smiling.

The top bunk creaks. Cain drops down. He lands silently—a big man who moves like smoke.

Angel sits alone at the end of a table. He pushes his food around. prison life script

Flaco sits back down. But he points two fingers at his own eyes, then at Angel. I see you.

HARPER walks in. He closes the door behind him. No cameras in here. HARPER > You’re an idiot. Cain keeps working. HARPER (CONT'D) > You had 18 years of peace. No enemies. No debt. You were invisible. Then you pick up a stray? CAIN > He’s a kid. HARPER > They’re all kids. And they all die or become Corrigan. Those are the options. CAIN > Maybe there’s a third. Harper laughs—no humor. HARPER > Not in here. You know what’s gonna happen. Corrigan’s gonna lean on you. You’re gonna lean back. And I’m gonna have to fill out a dozen forms. CAIN > Then don’t watch. HARPER > I don’t watch. I count. And I’m telling you—Cain versus Corrigan? You lose either way. You fight, you go to the SHU for a year. You don’t fight, the kid gets carved. Cain stops. Turns to Harper. CAIN > What do you care? Harper is quiet for a moment. He takes out his toothpick. HARPER > I don’t. I just hate paperwork. He leaves. Cain stares at the spinning washer. The water churns. The weight of the choice settles on his shoulders. Corrigan watches

Angel walks in clutching his linens. The room doesn’t go silent—it goes attentive . Like sharks smelling blood.

Harper stands by the control booth. He sees Angel’s face. No sympathy. HARPER > Told you. Don’t look at anyone’s cards. Angel doesn’t respond. He just keeps walking. Dark. The only light is from the corridor, seeping under the door. Cain drops down

CORRIGAN (38), clean-shaven, wearing his prison blues like a business suit, walks with two COs. He’s laughing, shaking hands with a guard. Corrigan is untouchable.