:03:02
...and she's got big arms to hold you...
:03:04
...but you won't feel
those arms, that hug...
:03:07
...till you can see her face."
:03:09
"So you stand there waiting
for the light at the end of the road."
:03:15
- (Helen) Idella, that is so fine.
- Thank you.
:03:25
(man)
My lawyer seems to have disappeared.
:03:27
So I could use some help on the legal
end, but I'd take a kind word or a visit.
:03:32
It gets real quiet here sometimes.
:03:34
None of these guys on the row
can afford attorneys for appeals.
:03:38
We get frantic phone calls
from death row inmates...
:03:41
...begging us to find them attorneys.
- Who work for nothin'.
:03:44
That's right. Each petition
takes hours to prepare.
:03:47
Attorneys aren't exactly
lining up for the job.
:03:53
("The Face of Love")
:04:10
Dear Sister Helen,
:04:12
Thank you for writin' to me. I'm writin'
from my home, my six by eight foot cell.
:04:18
I'm in here 23 hours a day.
:04:20
We don't work on death row.
:04:23
We're special here. They keep us away
from the general population of the prison.
:04:27
We're the elite, cos we gonna fry.
:04:30
It's hard not to get soft in this cell.
I press my footlocker...
:04:34
...try to get my muscles in shape,
but it's hard not to get fat.
:04:39
Rice, potatoes, pancakes, beans.
:04:42
Sometimes I feel like a sow that's being
fattened up for a Christmas slaughter.
:04:48
I had a dream that I was
about to be fried in the chair...
:04:51
...and a guard came into my cell
with a chef's hat on.
:04:54
He started to roll me in breadcrumbs...
:04:56
...lickin' his chops and all.
:04:59
Maybe I'm weird to have dreams like that,
but your mind does funny things...