Shot: Chapter 4 and my favorite song of all, "Cell Block Tango". Oh and a point to Frogger No Baka, if you don't like a story, don't read it. To everyone else, enjoy the story.

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A young girl walked into the room. She walked into the center of the circle of chairs. She smiled sweetly, "Hi, boys. I'm Miss O'Reilly but please feel free to call me Ireland. I'm the new prisoner therapist. To better help you, I first need to hear your story."

Race, Bumlets, David, Snoddy, Mush, and Dutchy shared a look and then glanced at Ireland.

Bumlets whispered, "POP."

Race sneered, "SIX."

Mush smiled, "SQUISH."

Dutchy shook his head, "UH UN."

David scoffed, "MANHATTAN."

Snoddy glared, "JONES."

Ireland backed into a chair.

Klover's voice could be heard through the door, "And now, the six merry murderers of the New York City Jail, in their rendition of the Cell Block Tango."

The six boys looked at each other, then at Ireland and sang out, "He had it coming, he had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If you'd a been there, if you'd a seen it. I betcha you would have done the same."

Ireland gasped slightly, "Bumlets, shall we start with you," she started nervously drumming her fingers on her clipboard.

Bumlets smirked, "Gladly. Ya know how some people have these little habits that get ya down."

Ireland quickly stopped drumming her fingers.

Bumlets smiled, "Like Swifty. Swifty liked to chew gum. No not chew. POP. Well I come home from the factory this one day and there's Swifty laying on the couch chewing. No not chewing. POPPING. So I said to him, I said, Swifty, you pop that gum one more time. And he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots,"

Ireland nodded, "I see."

Bumlets hiked his eyebrows, "Inta his head. He had it coming, he had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If you'd a been there, if you'd a seen it. I betcha you would have done the same."

Ireland gasped, "Yes well. Mr. Higgins. Let's hear your story."

Racetrack swiped at the hair falling in his eyes, "Fine. Let's see, where to begin. I meet Itey Young from New York City about two years ago, and he told me he was single, and we hit it off right away. So we started living together. We'd go to work, we'd get home. I'd mix him a drink, we'd have dinner. Then I found out single my ass. Not only was he with someone else. But he was married to six other women. So that night when we got home. I mixed him his drink as usual. You know some guys just can't hold their arsenic."

Ireland put her hand to her chest, "Oh my."

Race smirked, "He had it coming, he had it coming. He took the power in his heart. And then he used it and he abused it. It wasn't murder it was not a crime."

Ireland looked at the seven boys in front of her, "Mr. Mush Meyers. Let's hear from you."

Mush's gaze turned deadly, "Now I'm standing in the kitchen carving up the chicken for dinner, when in storms my lover Blink in a jealous rage. "You been screwing the landlord," he says. And he kept saying, "You been screwing the landlord." Then he ran into my knife."

Ireland's face softened, "Oh you poor thing. Wrongly accused for your lover's stupidity."

Mush's smile returned, "He ran into my knife ten times."

Ireland's gaze landed on Dutchy, who was squirming in his chair, "You Dutchy Moor, what's your story?"

Dutchy started rapidly speaking Dutch. Snoddy nodded along with what he said and near the end held up his hand and stated, "But did you do it?"

Dutchy shook his head, "Uh Un. Not guilty."

Ireland shrugged, "If you say so Mr. Moor. Ah the famous David Jacobs. Everyone knows what they read in the paper. Now you tell us the truth."

David flashed a grin, "My sister Sarah and I did this double act and my husband Jack traveled around with us. Well the last number in our act we did these twenty acrobatic tricks in a row. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, splits, spread eagles, flip flops, backflips, one right after the other. Well this one night we were in Manhattan, the three of us, and we were in this hotel room boozing and having a few laughs when we run out of ice. So I went out to get some. I come back, open the door. There's Sarah and Jack doing number 17 the spread eagle. Well I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out I can't remember a thing."

Ireland sighed, "Your husband and sister having an affair behind your back like that and you get put in jail for their deaths."

David nodded, "I know, it wasn't until later when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead. They had it coming, they had it coming. They had it coming all along. I didn't do it. But if I done it. How could you tell me that I was wrong?"

Ireland jotted down a few notes on her clipboard and glanced at Snoddy, "Well Mr. Monroe, it appears to be your turn."

Snoddy sighed, "I loved Pie-eater Jones. He was a real artistic guy. Sensitive, a painter. But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself. And on the way he found Boots, Snipeshooter, Slider, and Medda. I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead."

The six guys sang together, "The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum. The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum. They had it coming."

Ireland repeated, "They had it coming."

The guys nodded, "They had it coming."

Ireland nodded, "They had it coming."

The guys all leaned back in their chairs, "They had it coming all along."

Ireland nodded, "They had it coming all along."

The guys leaned forward, "And then they used it."

Ireland stuttered, "And then they used it."

The guys nodded, "And they abused it."

Ireland gasped slightly, "And they abused it."

The guys nodded, "How could you tell us that we were wrong? He had it coming."

Ireland repeated, "He had it coming."

The guys nodded, "He had it coming."

Ireland repeated, "He had it coming."

The guys nodded, "He only had himself to blame. If you'd a been there."

Ireland nodded, "If I'd a been there."

The guys nodded, "If you'd a seen it."

Ireland nodded, "If I'd a seen it."

The guys sang out, "I betcha you would have done the same."

Ireland gasped and grabbed her clipboard, "Our time is over for this session. Mr. Skittery Hart, we'll get to you next time."

The seven boys stood and filed out into the hall. Shot was waiting outside for them. She walked them back to their cells. At Skittery's, he touched her arm, "Mama. Wait a moment."

He went into the cell and grabbed a book of Shakespeare that he had been allowed to keep. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed to Shot, "Here Mama. It's all I have here."

Shot nodded, "You know Skittery, I'm gonna call Spot Conlon for you, for only a hundred. Just remember I don't always go easy on you. He'll be here tomorrow."

Shot started to walk away. Skittery yelled after her, "Oh thank you Mama, thank you."

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Shot: I had too much fun writing that chapter. Next chapter, we meet Spot Conlon, the fast talking lawyer, who only cares about love. Remember reviews make me type faster. So review and I'll post the next chapter. Bye.