Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's his first book. He's a doctor of psychology from LSU.
Tries him out by having one of the guys in the yard pick a fight with him.
No clues exist as to their identity.
- What's your name, friend? - Deke, and I ain't your friend. I'm your boss, boy.
along with videotapes of the fights he engineered between prisoners.
Dwight Pepper? Isn't he that dude that wrote that cream-cheese book about coddling prisoners?
- who cares desperately about the animals and the monsters he plays. - Boy, listen to that.
Sneed, this is Leo.
You give him a trash bag, and he's quiet for a couple of hours, and then it starts all over again.
I got some help. Joey hired me and some friends to get you out.
- I mean, they turned my whole life upside down. - You busted out?
We got us a prison break. The boy's headin'up Carver's Road.
Well, I'd... I'd like to suggest the implementation of what we call "sensitivity rehabilitation."
if we want to stay out of the federal slammer, we gotta screen our clients.
This here's my watch.
Sign language requires the entire body.
Thanks, B.A. I owe you. Anything you want.
It's all right. I set it up with the warden this afternoon.
I thought they recalled all the wrong dust covers, Dr Pepper.
He tells me you busted up a bar in Florida. Got 30 days in Strikersville.
I've got agents like you hawking me all day long.
We gonna bust loose. You gonna do what I say.
- Yeah, it's a butterfly! - Good.
There he is now.
Well, do you think I like it?
Just get in the car and calm down.
Maim him! Just-Just maim him!
Lessen you get your hands up, this man is gonna kill you. Go!
- Trash bag! Trash bag! - Sneed, trash bag.