:52:33
Oh, oh, God.
:52:36
Oh, God.
:52:41
I'm going.
:52:43
What?
:52:44
To see Dr. Bishop. I'm going.
:52:47
Today.
:52:49
Soon as we get that new inmate
squared away.
:52:52
That bad?
:52:53
Oh, yeah.
:53:16
The boy's doped to the gills.
:53:21
Hand me them clothes.
:53:25
William Wharton?
:53:29
You put on these clothes now.
:53:38
We'll have to do this.
:53:41
Hellraiser, huh?
:53:43
Look more like a limp noodle to me.
:53:49
You've been declared competent, son.
You know what that means?
:53:54
You're gonna ride the lightning.
:53:58
Shut up, give us a hand.