The next night, all the guards, including Bobbie-Jo (who was dressed in her uniform again), were at Cold Mountain Penitentiary, ready to set their plan in motion. In a dark cellar, a light shone upon some bottles of medicines and remedies. "There it is," a familiar male voice whispered, "I see it." A hand reached in and pulled some sleeping pills off of a shelf; they would be used to keep Wild Bill quiet. It wasn't long before some of the pills were finely chopped into a powder, and then the powder was scraped into a folded piece of paper.
"You think this is enough?" Brutal asked Paul.
"I dunno," Paul answered before he and Brutal continued their work on the pills.
"Let's hope it doesn't kill him," Bobbie-Jo added.

In an office, Percy was sitting at a desk reading a book about taking care of mental patients… or so he was reading the book. Instead, he was looking at a little pamphlet of pornographic illustrations. Outside the office, Brutal, Bobbie-Jo and Paul slowly walked out. Bobbie-Jo got down on her knees and crawled past the office to make sure Percy didn't see her. "If Percy saw me, he'd rip my head for feeding him shit," she whispered.
"Hey, watch your language, young lady," Brutal softly reminded her as he carried two bottles of soda in his hand, and Paul carried three bottles. The two men stopped to see if Percy would notice them. When they saw he was engrossed in reading, they moved on their way.

Paul picked up a little tin cup and blew some dust out of it. "Ya'll guys thirsty?" Brutal asked Harry and Dean as he approached them with the sodas, "This sure does have policy!"
"Well! Swell, Brutal, thanks!" Dean said.
Over in his cell, Wild Bill was lying down on his mattress while only wearing his undergarments. When he heard people talking about thirst, he decided to get up and see if he could have something to drink, too. "Hey, hey!" he called to the guards, "I'm gonna get some, too, ain't I?"
Everyone looked down towards Wild Bill and Brutal asked him, "Why must you get some?"
"What makes you think you deserve any?" Paul added.
"Yeah, after all you've put us through?" Bobbie-Jo chimed in.
"Cause I've got a big pecker!" Wild Bill softly answered.
"Well, Dean's reports says he's been okay," Harry pointed out to Paul.
"Hell yeah, I've been behaving," Wild Bill said, "Come on now, don't be stay-zee hogs!" All the guards looked at Paul as Bill continued, "Come on! Oh, come on now, fellers!"
Unknown to Bill, Brutal and Paul poured the powdered pills into the tin cup.

From his cell, John Coffey watched what was going on while the guards poured some soda into the cup and swished things around a bit. Paul took the cup and carefully walked over to Wild Bill's cell. Everyone watched with awe as Wild Bill begged, "Come on!"
When Paul got to Bill's cell, he asked him, "You gonna stay behaved?"
"Come on, you clankin' idiot," Bill begged as he tried reaching for the cup.
"You promise me?" Paul inquired, "Or else I'll drink this myself right in front of you."
As Paul brought the cup up to his lips, Bill moved his lips and begged, "Oh, no, no, no! Don't go on that! Don't drink that away! I'll be good."
Paul gave a sly look and handed the cup to Wild Bill, who took it and drank from it easily. Everyone watched as Bill swallowed and let out two big belches.
"Cup?" Paul inquired.
Wild Bill tossed the cup up in the air a few times before handing it back to Paul with a funny smile. After Paul brought the cup back to the desk, all the guards enjoyed their drinks and waited for the sleeping pill powder to take effect on Wild Bill.

After a few minutes, Wild Bill started feeling dazed and tired. He rolled his eyes upward, and then collapsed onto his bed, landing on his side. The guards went over to check on him, and sure enough, Bill was sleeping like a baby.
"If anybody wants out, now's the chance," Paul told his friends and daughter.
"I'm sticking with it," Bobbie-Jo said with a nod.
"After this, there's no turning back," Paul said. He looked at Brutal and asked, "So? We gonna do this?"
Everyone nodded and John said, "So that be just fine. I'd like to take a ride." Everyone turned and looked at John, who was watching from his cell.
"You'll get your chance, John," Bobbie-Jo assured with a smile.
"I guess we're all in," said Brutal.

A few minutes later, the guards all came to the office where Percy was reading. Both doors opened, startling the young man; Percy closed his book, looked around and inquired, "What is this?"
Paul held out a straightjacket while Bobbie-Jo stood bravely by his side. "Payback," Paul answered.
"But this time, I'm not alone," Bobbie-Jo added.
"That's right," added Brutal.
Percy climbed onto and skidded across the desk in anger, dropping his book, and shouting, "No! No!" Harry and Brutal grabbed onto him "NO, LET ME GO!" Percy screamed, "Let go of me!"
"Settle down," Paul told him.
Brutal undid Percy's belt and took it off him as Percy stammered, "What're you doing?"
Out of the book was the pamphlet which read, "Miss Lotta Leadpipe." Paul opened the pamphlet and showed Percy the pictures. Brutal gasped and Paul stated, "Miss Lotta Leadpipe."
"Oh, Percy, what would your mother say?" Brutal asked the young man as he held him tightly.
Bobbie-Jo, meanwhile, pulled Percy's baton from his discarded belt and said, "I know what my mama would do. She'd give you a good spanking like I'm gonna do right now!"
"Bobbie-Jo, no!" Paul told her, "Wait a minute, okay?" Bobbie-Jo just frowned as she patted one end of the baton in her left hand.
"You let go of me, you ignoramus!" Percy ordered Brutal, "I know people! Big people!"
Paul held the straightjacket in front of Percy and ordered, "Percy, stick out your arms like a good lad!"
"No, I won't do it!" Percy stammered with fury, "You can't make me!"
"Oh, you dead wrong about that, you know!" Brutal said as he started pulling on Percy's ears, making him scream in pain as he grabbed the other man's hands.
"Do it or I'll make you another cake!" Bobbie-Jo warned, "Only I might add dog shit and horse shit to it!"
Percy screamed even louder as Brutal demanded, "You gonna put your arms up?"
"A big man is ripping your ears off, Percy," Paul stated, "I'd do as he says!" Eventually, Percy gave in and suck his arms out. "There you go!" Paul said as he and Harry place the straightjacket onto Percy.
"Good boy!" Bobbie-Jo smirked, "Now you're willing to follow orders. But it's gonna get worse!" She patted Percy's baton at the last two words.

As the men struggled to close up the straightjacket, Percy looked at Paul and pleaded, "Please, Paul! Please don't put me in with Wild Bill, PLEASE!" He remembered the day when Bill groped him and sexually touched him, scaring him so much that he wet himself.
"You would think that," Paul remarked. He then looked at Bobbie-Jo, who was sitting on top of the desk with an evil smirk, and turned Percy to face her.
"And what's SHE doing here?!" Percy asked with a mixed tone of anger and shock.
"I think it's about time you got a good spanking," Paul told Percy.
"Can I pull his pants down and spank his bare buttocks, Dad?" Bobbie-Jo asked.
"No, BJ, don't!" Paul said. He moved Percy up to BJ, and then ordered him, "Bend over, Percy!"
Percy breathed heavily as he bent over towards Bobbie-Jo, who grabbed him by his side and held him close to her legs. Then she took the baton and repeatedly beat him hard on his bottom with it while shouting, "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR FUCKING UP DEL'S EXECUTION, AND FOR BREAKING TWO OF MY RIBS!" She stopped for a moment before giving him a very hard pound and finishing, "GO HOME TO YOUR MAMA!"
Percy could feel hot tears of pain and anger build up in his eyes as his lips trembled, and Paul and the other men took him out of the office.

Several minutes later, the restraining room door was opened, and Paul, Harry, Brutal and BJ carried Percy over to the room. "No, you can't do this to me!" Percy yelled; his face was red and sweaty, and he had tears coming out from each eye.
Brutal placed a white cloth into Percy's mouth and held his mouth closed while Paul got some tape and said, "We can let you in on a little secret, Percy?" He placed the tape onto Percy's lips, making him muffle as he continued, "We can, and we are!" Paul and Brutal shoved Percy into the restraining room, and the young man looked at them with an upset look on his face as more tears flowed down his cheeks. Percy muffled something, but Paul said, "We'll give you a few hours of quiet time, Percy, so you can reflect on what you did to Del."
"Not to mention what you did to me, too!" Bobbie-Jo added with an evil grin.
"And as you get along, just think about Miss Leadpipe," Brutal added as Paul threw the pamphlet at Percy.
"And maybe you can have a few tissues to help you 'dry it up?'" Bobbie-Jo added as she threw a few tissues at Percy, "Crybaby!" With that, Paul closed the door, and poor Percy was left in total darkness and solitary confinement.