Prison Life Script File

He sits on the bottom bunk. Shakes.

Angel reaches Cain’s table. Cain is alone. Angel sits across from him. prison life script

He passes Cain coming back from laundry. CORRIGAN > Cain. You look good. Rest suits you. Cain stops. He doesn't speak. CORRIGAN (CONT'D) > I’m serious. No gray. You figured it out. The secret is: don’t need anything. CAIN > I need air. Cain walks past. Corrigan’s smile doesn’t falter, but his eyes go cold. CORRIGAN >(to himself) > That’s what I love about you, brother. The poetry. A heavy steel door slides open. CHAINS rattle. He sits on the bottom bunk

Logline: A disillusioned former gang leader serving a life sentence must choose between protecting a new, innocent inmate and maintaining his fragile peace with the very system that broke him. Cain is alone

Angel carries his tray. He’s shaking but he walks past Flaco and D-Ray’s table. Past Corrigan’s table. Corrigan raises an eyebrow, curious.

Angel lies on his bunk, staring at the steel rivets above him. He’s trembling.

That’s the whole conversation. A concrete tunnel. Fluorescent lights flicker. The smell: bleach, sweat, despair.