This is Mr. King's car. The man owns the building.

At least we can do his car alright.

Oh! I have almost no cash.

Just $9,000.

Got your keys!

Just so you know, I would've done 
the same thing if you were white.

That's good to know.

Buenos dias!

There's a water spot!

Damn it!

Get the roof!

Mr. King, you're under arrest 
for fraud and embezzlement.

I have faith the justice system will exonerate me.

I sentence you to 10 years in a maximum security prison.

Did he say 10 years?

Ahhhhhhh.

My life is ruined. In 30 days I'm going to prison.

It's not as bad as I've heard, is it?

Hell yeah it's bad!

Teach me how to survive in 
prison the way you did.

Tell me how you know I went to prison?

Given your low economic status.
- Wait, what?

Your perceived lack of college education.
- Lack. OK.

Statistically you definitely went to prison.

See you tomorrow, convict.

[doorbell]

Hello?

You whitey white whore!

Aaahh!

That's pepper spray, bitch!
Prison school's in session.

I'm learning so much, this is exactly what I need.

What reason did you give him, 
to assume that you went to jail?

I was being black!

You're not exactly a THUG?

All I gotta do is talk a little deeper.

I'm gonna say goodnight.

Bitch don't walk away from me!

What did you just say to me!
- Stop! Stop!

What is that?!

This is my prison programme.

You master these skills, 
you WILL survive in prison.

Let me see your mad-dog face.

What is a mad-dog?

Yo! Mad Dog!

[weeps]

What are you doing, James?

Sad-dogging you.

You think that strategy would work?

Please don't sexually assault me, 
I'm already too sad.

This is no longer your house, man.

We're in San Quentin now.

You're in the wrong part of the yard, white boy.

It's very confusing.
- Go back to where you belong.

I don't know where I belong!
- I know where you belong.

You belong with me.
- I don't want that.

We do this, we do it hard.

As your incarceration expert, 
it's my job to prepare you.

We are about to simulate a prison riot.

That was intense, right?

Actually, I feel fine.

Ow!

What?

We gotta roll, Mayo.

Who's Mayo?
- It's my gang name.

It's short for mayonnaise.