jumping up on the door, sticking my [ bleep ] every time a female came up there, i guess that's the model behavior. >> our cameras followed gilbert back to his cell where he continued to fume over his chess set. >> the only thing i had going for me. you're locked in a cell 24 hours a day. i would play in chess tournaments through the mail. i'm a member of the u.s. chess federation. that's how i did my time. and the warden walks by one day sees my chess pieces on the table. you can't have those. and that was the end of it. i would like somebody to give me one reason, just semi-intelligent reason, why it would hurt somebody to sit in a cell, locked in here by myself, with some cheese pieces. i ain't hurting nobody in the world. but that's d.o.c. for you. that's rehabilitation at its finest. next on "lockup: raw" --