Frank Perry is an institutionalized convict fourteen years into a life sentence without parole. When his estranged daughter falls ill, he is determined to make peace with her before it's ... See full summary »

Rizza: You know the one thing you've got going for you, Frank? You're too old to die young.
Frank Perry: I'm free now. I'm old now.
Rizza: Free? You've got an imagination.
Frank Perry: Imagination is what protects us. It's what keeps us alive. You're still living, but less and less. Inside, you own this place. You run things. You're the king. But look around you, what do you see? It's all pretend. It's all made up. You own nothing. Nothing except sorrows and bars and rusty metal staircases. You'll never live, because outside you don't exist. No one will remember you. No one.
Rizza: You behave.
Frank Perry: Behaving myself is what's kept me living.
Viv Batista: If Tony knows, then Tony knows. He's the devil on your back now. But if you want to trade, I give a trade. Ket's a dangerous drug, but deadly when poisoned... you got me? If it looks, smells and tastes like Ket, Pssshoo!... who will know?
Frank Perry: No one touches Tony. Rizza...
Viv Batista: Rizza? Who is going to tell Rizza? Junkies die every day.
Rizza: You don't have much, but you just subtracted from what's left.