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The Prisoners Rule
State Kid
Issue 35
The Prisoners Rule
Less than an hour after Carson had left for the day, the kid sat at the Director's big,
finicky-clean desk flanked by Johnson Johnson and Billy Ruggieri. Kali, Durk and Angel
sat on the couch trying to believe that this was happening.
Juices surging from his ordeal with Stansky and his tabletop speech, Billy called Debra
Florsheim at the Sentinel -- and, unable to stop himself, lit into her:
“I hear the Sentinel is telling people that I'm a murderer. Julio was my friend. I tell two
imbecilic detectives that and they don't hear a thing. I wonder ... is there something about
me that causes people's ears not to work? I told you weeks ago that Joy Stojak's father
was beating the crap out of her. You didn't hear what I said? I tell Carson the same thing
every day; it just doesn't get into his head. Debra, is there a universal immunity to the
truth? Why do people who run newspapers destroy lives? Out of curiosity, why haven't
you gone after that pervo Stojak or those filthy cops?”
“You're right, okay? So shut up and listen. Joy Stojak ran.”
“I don't believe it.”
“The Stojaks reported it. Also, Vera ran, too.”
“No, I don't believe it.”
“Well, it's true. O'Toole is a complete wreck. He's afraid of scandal. He wants to find Vera
before the word gets out that she's missing.”
“They just need help now and they're not getting it.”
“I'll see what I can do.”
“Thank you. You know Captain O'Toole of the Fairview Police Department?”
“Yeah, we went to school together.”
“Well, you can do something nice for him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Captain O'Toole's daughter, Vera, is missing. I have an idea where she is.”
“Why don't you just call him?”
“Just tell him to come to Granite City School tonight, alone and in civvies, at ten o'clock
sharp. Tell him we want to keep it just as quiet as he does. Tell him it's the only way to
keep Vera from harm.”
“Hold on, Billy. You're asking me to ...”
“What's the matter, doctor? Can't remember why you didn't die in a filthy East Side alley?
Don't mind letting me die in prison without lifting a finger? What would Mr. Caulfield
think of that?”
“I'm sorry,” Dr. Bridges said and hung up.
“Damn.”
***
The prison van pulled in and Billy went out to meet it, along with a few inmates. Vera
and Joy piled out and ran to him.
“Billy!” both cried at once.
“Did I say I would come or not?”
Billy executed the sweeping bow of a medieval knight that he had learned from Mr.
Caulfield.
“And, miladies, here I am, at your service!”
“Nice thighs,” Vera said.
Seeing Billy's courtly bow, an inmate, mouthing self-help lingo from behavior mod class,
said, “Is that appropriate behavior?”
“No way,” said another inmate.
The girls plastered Billy's face with kisses.
“Thank God,” Vera said.
“I have never been so happy to see anybody in my whole life,” Joy said.
“Whoa,” Billy said, laughing.“Try to control yourselves. If the cops show up, they would
hit me with a double rape charge.”
“I don't think so,” Joy said.
“I'd hit them with something,” Vera said, shaking a fist.
“I guess you two don't want to go home,” Billy said.
Both looked at him in horror.
“Anywhere but there,”Vera said.
“Anywhere,” Joy said.
“We'll put you up at Granite City for the night,” Billy said.
The girls stared at him.
“We took it over. And tomorrow we're going to put everything right -- and that's a
promise.”
They continued to stare with mouths open.
“I'll explain everything,” Billy said. He opened his arms wide. “Now come here, both of
you.”
They went into his outstretched arms. The three of them, Billy in the middle with an arm
around each girl, went into Granite City School for Boys.
“Girls aren't allowed here,”Billy said, smiling, “except for tonight. Hungry?”
They nodded.
“Come on in. Let's have something to eat.”
***
Later that night, Dr. Sam Bridges arrived and tended to House and Hawkeye. After the
second house call of his career (the first having been his treating of Billy at Mr.
Caulfield's), Billy had him detained. Billy went to see him in his cell. The doctor jumped
up and grabbed the bars with both hands as Billy approached.
“Get me out of here, now!”
“Careful, you're not at the hospital now. You're in a prison. My prison.”
Billy then took a lot of time laying out the situation for Dr. Bridges and why his presence
was needed. As they talked, they began to do so easily. They even reminisced about Mr.
Caulfied. At one point, after they had been talking through the bars for some time, the
absurdity of the situation struck them both at the same time.
They laughed.
“Can I call my wife?”
“No.”
“I'm really in jail, aren't I?”
“Yes -- and you're innocent. Think about that.”
Billy gave the doctor a copy of his Factual Account as well as a copy of the statement he
had given Lt. McGiver and Sgt. Milberry.
“Some light reading for you, on the subject of innocence and jail.”
“I gave your message to Captain O'Toole.”
“Thank you,” Billy said, reaching through the bars and putting his hand on Dr. Bridges's
shoulder. “Until tomorrow, then.”
Later, Billy returned to let Dr. Bridges call his wife “for humanitarian reasons.” While
Billy stood by, Dr. Bridges told her that he had been called out to an emergency at
Granite City School and would call again in the morning.
***
Now, Billy thought, if only he could stay alive until morning and the arrival of Director
Carson and the large contingent of day-shift guards.
If an assault force showed up first, it was all over.
Meanwhile, the Bastille was secure. The prisoners ruled.