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| Interrogation "Recording of Larae Barrett's interrogation" Flatiron District (0399, 2285) |
DETECTIVE: You claim the officer put you in a chokehold. LARAE BARRETT: It ain't a claim. That's a fact. DETECTIVE: And you felt it was appropriate to pull the gun you had hidden on your person. LAWYER: In self defense. My client, uh, feared for her life. DETECTIVE: And shot two officers, both family men, incidentally, in the back of the head. Execution style. At point blank range. This a curious kind of self defense. You're smiling, Barrett. Something you want to share? LARAE BARRETT: Just havin' me a nice memory. You know... childhood. DETECTIVE: Nothing to do with shooting two innocent men in the back of the head. LARAE BARRETT: Just puppies and baby dolls and flowers and all that shit. LAWYER: This is speculation, detective. Let's stick to the facts. LARAE BARRETT: You know I ain't nothing but sugar and spice and everything nice. | |
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| Live Like Kings "Two Rikers discuss the good life" Flatiron District (0608,2405) |
RIKER 1: Shit, these fools got TVs in the bathroom - both of 'em! Automatic goddamn toilet - buttons and shit! They got a machine to wipe their ass. It ain't right, man! RIKER 2: Hahahaha... Gonna put that to good use. Sick of wiping my own ass. RIKER 1: Not like they using it no more. Yesterday, we got into that art collector's place. Holy shit. Felt like walking into a museum. Fucking Picasso on the walls - face all smashed up lookin' like Billy D's, remember him? Ugly motherfucker. RIKER 2: Yeah. You like that shit? RIKER 1: Man, that shit's ugly, man. Put a knife through it. Haha... Took the liquor, though, 'cause that shit was fine. RIKER 2: Ain't gonna drink itself. Pass it over, would you? | |
| Jailbreak "Riker shares the story how she and Larae broke out" Flatiron District (794, 2377) |
RIKER 1: You ain't no fuckin' lieutenant, man. RIKER 2: I was right by her side. Bitch owes me. Big time. RIKER 1: Do not let her hear you talk like that, fool! You got a death wish?! How'd you get past security? RIKER 2: Hostages. Barely any of those fool guards coming to work since that shit hit the fan - rest of 'em sick or run off. Easy to overpower them, make 'em do what we wanted, then watch 'em bleed like the pigs they are. RIKER 3: Some of those brothers weren't so bad. RIKER 2: That's Larae for ya. RIKER 1: Where'd the fuckin' barge come from? RIKER 2: You know that stupid-ass administrator had a thing for her - she got him to do it all. Then just when he thought he was gonna ride off to glory with his outlaw woman, she slit his throat. RIKER 3: Shit, she is one stone cold bitch, isn't she? | |
| Deathmatch "Two Rikers discuss ideas on how to torture the JTF" Gramercy (0471, 2490) |
RIKER 1: Check this out man! We need us a real battle royale, with knives and maces and shit. Like gladiators. RIKER 2: Yeah, I love to watch them rip each other to pieces. How about cops versus judges? RIKER 1: Haha... Tell them we'll let the winner go. Whoever kills the most pigs, is the pig that gets to go free. RIKER 2: Cops versus prison guards, maybe? RIKER 1: Then, when he's done killing his friends, we can just lock him up again. Save him for another round. Keep him the full season, y'know what I mean? Like a fighting dog. RIKER 2: Cops versus parole officers! RIKER 1: Now you're talking! | |
| Left For Dead "The girlfriend of an inmate leaves a final message" Gramercy (0726, 2653) |
WOMAN: Hey boo, I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you in person. I don't know what they tell you in there, but things out here are going freakin' nuts. Lots of people are sick. Some kinda flu or something, but lots of people are dyin'. It's scary, boo. I miss you so bad right now. God, I wish I could talk to you. Please don't be mad at me, baby! I just want to keep Daniella inside until this blows over. You know she's so fragile. I'm so worried about here, baby. I'll die if something happens to her. Or happens to you. Please take care of yourself, baby! I'm really sorry. Don't be mad at me! I really hope you're okay. And I hope that I'll see you someday. Okay. Bye. | |
| Opportunities "Larae Barrett sets up a smuggling pipeline" Stuyvesant (0360, 2963) |
SYSTEM VOICE: Press the star key to accept charges for this phone call from a prisoner at the Rikers Island Correctional Facility. MAN: Yo. LARAE BARRETT: This is LaRae. MAN: What do you want from me? LARAE BARRETT: You know who I am. You know you can work for me, or, well, you don't have a lot of choices. MAN: Look. I got no beef with you, ok? What do you want me to do? LARAE BARRETT: Good man. What I need you to do is simple. You hauled produce, 'fore you went on inside, right? MAN: Yeah. LARAE BARRETT: My people need food. You're gonna find that food, and you're gonna give it to the people of my choosing. You get it? I tell you when and where, you keep it running. MAN: There ain't gonna be a lot left. LARAE BARRETT: Get creative. Find anything you can. And bring it to me. MAN: Fuck. This isn't going to be easy. I'm gonna need trucks, and I'm gonna need drivers... LARAE BARRETT: You'll have them. Deliveries start tomorrow, you hear me? MAN: Yeah. Oh, yeah. I sure do. | |
| Authority "Larae Barrett shows the Rikers what to do with the JTF" Stuyvesant (0360, 3426) |
LARAE BARRETT: We know them. They're the same under that uniform. Police. Parole officers. Judges. Guards. Child motherfucking protection officers. Fancy government agents with their fancy ass watches, and their shiny guns prancing around like they're fucking gods or something. JTF SOLDIER: Hmmmfff... hmmmfff hmmf... LARAE BARRETT: They were gonna leave us to starve and die in there. They don't give two shits about our lives. They never have and they never will. We're just some trash in their way. They'd just as soon we just blow right away. JTF SOLDIER: Hmfff... hmfff... LARAE BARRETT: But we gonna be a storm instead. Gonna blow them to bits. These parasites in their shiny JTF uniforms, you know them. You been dealing with them all your lives. All look the same on the inside. Well, let's see for ourselves, shall we? JTF SOLDIER: Hmfff... LARAE BARRETT: Yeah, that's what they look like on the inside. Ugly. So you make them suffer. You make them beg. You Make them do whatever the hell you want. Just make sure you don't leave anyone alive. | |
| Medical Care "Radio show on the topic of medical care for inmates" Stuyvesant (0641, 3395) |
YVONNE: All I'm saying is that it's time for us to take responsibility, and realize we're neglecting and the entire class of citizens here. We're deliberately denying U.S. citizens medical treatment they deserve. The facilities are beyond capacity, and they're sick and dying just the same as we are out here. JOHN: I think you've got your priorities all out of whack, Yvonne, I'm sad to say. You're implying that it's more important for us to put precious resources we have left, not to our public hospitals and clinics in the city, but to send them off to take care of murderers and rapists. Is that what you're saying? YVONNE: That's a massive oversimplification of the issue at hand, John. You're really not helping the discussion here. JOHN: Oh I'm not? And you're, somehow, having our best interests in mind? If it were up to me, we'd send the staff home to their families and leave the inmates behind until all this blows over. YVONNE: I can't believe you just said that. JOHN: Am I wrong? Is that not what most people would say, if this was put to a public vote? How about we bring some of our listeners in here? What do you think? | |
| Green Poison "Two Rikers discussing what Green Poison is" Kips Bay (0817, 3194) |
RIKER 1: What the fuck is this Green Poison shit?! RIKER 2: Smallpox, brother. Disease fucking died out, man. Decades ago, then some terrorists put it on money, just in time for Christmas. You gotta admire that creativity, man. RIKER 1: Who the hell would even do something like that? RIKER 2: Well if they hadn't, you'd still be jacking off in your cell wouldn't you? RIKER 1: Might of been better off. RIKER 2: And then what? What kind of prospects did you have? A low-paying shit job with a parole officer on your ass once a week? Selling good until someone tries to jump you? Eventually you'd be back inside. You know I'm right. RIKER 1: Yeah, I know it. RIKER 2: Green Poison is an opportunity, man. We risin' up. | |
| Reggie "Riker sharing the story how Reggie got back in jail" Kips Bay (0844, 2763) |
RIKER 1: Did you hear about Reggie? RIKER 2: What about him? RIKER 1: He got arrested, again! He's back in Rikers for the third time! RIKER 2: You're kidding. What did he do? RIKER 1: So that's the best part. He was out on parole, right, and for some stupid reason decides to pick up work not two days after getting out. Picks up a gun and a package and moves to deliver in a restaurant downtown. RIKER 2: Alright. RIKER 1: But he's had too much orange juice, or something, so he desperately has to take a piss. So he walks into the restroom, and what does he see? RIKER 2: What? RIKER 1: Three police officers standing and turning right as he enters the room. RIKER 2: Ha. did he walk back out? RIKER 1: Ha! No, not Reggie! He steps right in, up the urinal and zips up. Cops still watching. Then without missing a beat, the gun and the package fall out, right into the urinal. RIKER 2: Hahaha. And the cops see everything? RIKER 1: The cops see everything! And Reggie's cuffed faster than he can finish! RIKER 2: Wow. Classic Reggie. Wow. | |