Court Doctor:
[repeatedly]
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Prisoner:
Yes, sir.
Court Doctor:
OK for work.
Court Doctor:
[arriving at Tyrone's place in the line]
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Tyrone:
[nods, whispering]
Yes.
Prison Guard:
[hits Tyrone in the face]
Say "sir!" God damn New York dope fiend niggers. Learn some manners!
Court Doctor:
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Tyrone:
[insulted]
Yes, sir.
Court Doctor:
OK for work.
[moving to Harry]
Court Doctor:
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Prison Guard:
He says he's got something wrong with his arm.
[the doctor grabs Harry's arm and exposes the wound, causing him to scream in pain]
Court Doctor:
I don't think he'll be puttin' any more dope in that arm.
Prison Guard:
Smells worse than he do.
Court Doctor:
Better get him over to the hospital. I don't expect he'll live out the week.
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