ANGEL is shoved through. He’s small, baby-faced. His orange jumpsuit is two sizes too big. He’s crying—not sobbing, but silent tears streaming down his face.
CAIN folds a grey bedsheet with surgical precision. His hands are scarred, knuckles flattened. He moves like a man conserving oxygen. 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). ANGEL is shoved through