The top bunk creaks. Cain drops down. He lands silently—a big man who moves like smoke.
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. prison life script
FOUR TABLES OVER: Cain watches. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. Angel is being walked back to his cell by two COs after a “shower” (we didn’t see it—but his lip is split and he’s walking stiff). The top bunk creaks
The weight of survival vs. the weight of conscience. prison life script
The room doesn’t go quiet—it goes dead silent. Then the whispering starts.