Prison Life Script [verified] -

Angel slides it over. Flaco takes it, eats it in one bite. FLACO (CONT'D) > Tomorrow, your tray. All of it. They leave. Angel sits frozen.

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. prison life script

Angel swallows. ANGEL >(to Cain) > You his friend? Cain doesn’t answer for a long beat. CAIN > I ain’t nobody’s friend. He rolls over, facing the wall. A cavernous room. 200 men eating in rows. The sound of trays, forks scraping plastic, low threats. Angel slides it over

Angel reaches Cain’s table. Cain is alone. Angel sits across from him. All of it

CORRIGAN stands there, smiling. He’s holding a folded towel and a bar of soap. CORRIGAN > Easy, little man. You just got here. Name’s Corrigan. I’m the welcome wagon. Angel just stares. CORRIGAN (CONT'D) > You need a friend. I got friends. You need protection? I got that too. But nothing’s free. You understand? ANGEL > I got nothing. CORRIGAN > You got a body. You got a commissary account your mama’s gonna fill. That’s something. Corrigan puts the soap in Angel’s shaking hand. CORRIGAN (CONT'D) > Think about it. But don’t think too long. Night’s coming. He walks away. Angel watches him go. Then he looks up.