You all right?
Your new American ambassador here is following your case very closely.
He says there is progress.
Do you want a cigarette?
But there is another route...
that is quite possible.
For the proper amount of money...
it is possible I can convince our town officials...
to strike off your papers...
before the high court in Ankara...
confirms the sentence of a lower court in Istanbul.
You would not exist.
And you could be in Greece by the time...
the Turkish court discovered their stupid clerical mistake.
But I have to act...
before the official sentence is handed down.
And for that I must pay...
certain officials an address.
What's that?
- The blueprints. - To what?
To the prison, man.
There's this German cat, an architect, in the hospital.
He was helpin' the Turks build some shit around the place.
I laid some bread on him, and he let me copy 'em.
It's too bad you didn't have a Xerox machine.
Now, there's two ways out of here, I figure.
The first is over the roof, but that's kind of risky.
Maybe one person, two at the most.
The other way, I need you guys' help.
And that is under.
Tunnel?
- Wait a minute. Are you serious? - All right, listen.
This is prison, not Stalag 17.
Well, that's where you're wrong, fuckface, 'cause it's already built.
There's a basement substructure where they used to keep weapons and stuff.
But beneath that, there's these old catacombs...
that the Christians built about 1,000 fuckin' years ago to bury their dead.
We're sittin' right on top of it.
Here.
The kraut says that there's a whole bunch of hollow, sealed shafts...
sort of like dumbwaiters...
all along inside these walls.
One of 'em is right down in there, right next to our shower.
Now, we get in there, he says, we can get down into the catacombs.
Three of us workin', shouldn't take too long at all.
Must be around here someplace.
I swear I heard a couple of dead Christians singing down there.
Look, you stop shittin' me, man, okay?
Jimmy, how do we get into the shaft?
I suppose we knock three times and say we're a friend of the deceased.
Now, I'm gettin' this together, man, and I don't need no fuckin' gastrohead...
along on this trip, understand me?
Huh?
We go through the wall.
We go through the wall?
The kraut was right. I checked it out.
There's no reinforced steel in those shower walls.
Real soft from underground seepage.
The water weeps through the cement, you see?
Twenty, thirty years. You could almost push it over.
Now, all we have to do...
All we have to do is use gastrohead's screwdriver to scrape the mortar out.
We pull out two, three stones, squeeze through...
Squeeze through, put 'em back and get our ass down the shaft.
Now, it's a two-night operation, maybe three.
Yes, but what do we do when we get into the catacombs?
The catacombs? What do you want, a door?
There's miles of 'em down there, like a sewer system.
You must be fucking crazy.
Well, they gotta come up someplace in Istanbul.
You've had your ass stabbed one too many times.
You won't find catacombs down there. You'll just finish up in section 13.
The tunnel or the roof?
Look, I don't want to go through any wall. Rifki's there all the time.
And the roof... The bullet percentage is too high.
But if we take the shaft, I need you to help me move those stones, man.
Jimmy, if we get caught, I'II get the shaft.
Now, I'm facin' another 20 months.
If I get caught, I'II be back up to three years again, maybe more.
Well, fuck it, then.
You choose your own death, babe.
I'II do this thing on my own.
I'm taking the roof out of here.
No! I can't take it!
Jesus, no! No!
Dear Susan...
poor Jimmy was caught and beaten so badly he got a severe hernia...
and lost a testicle.
He's been in the sanitarium for months.
In comparison, my problems seem very small.
But two and a half years have now gone by...
and in their own fashion, the Turks are slowly draining my life away.
Why do you keep your hair short, Billy?
- To remind me. - Remind you of what?
How much I hate it here.
Prison...
monastery...
cloister...
cave.
Prison...
monastery...
cloister...
cave.
Prison.
I've been thinkin' about another way.
Another way, what?
- Outta here. - Oh, yeah?
When I was in the sanitarium...
there was only one guard on my ward.
I could've got outta there anytime I wanted to.
Why didn't you?
Because as soon as I could walk again...
they threw me right back in here.
Lucky you.
But I tell you, Billy...
there was another ward in that sanitarium.
- It had no guard on it at all. - Who was in it?
Three guys.
What was wrong with 'em?
I don't know.
I think they were dead.
Dead. Figures.
I gotta go.
It's Daniels! Turkish justice has done it again!
They must've let me off my last 53 days!
Hey, Jimmy! I'm goin' home!
Oh, God.
"Gotta go."
What's wrong?
Sit down for a moment, Billy.
I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
What is it? Is it Dad? Mom?
No. It looks like you're gonna have a new court.
What do you mean?
The prosecutor objected to your sentence for possession.
He wanted a smuggling conviction...
and the high court in Ankara reviewed it.
It seems everyone wanted an example made.
- If you like, a scapegoat. - And?
We've been notified that they rejected the sentence.
There were 35 judges on the high court.
Twenty-eight voted for life sentence.
The lower court in Istanbul had to go along with the decision.
The judge likes you, Billy. He likes you a lot.
- We've notified your dad. - What do you mean?
Life! Life for what? For what?
- I have 53 days left! - Billy, let go!
You goddamn bastard!
So now it's time for me to speak.
What is there for me to say?
When I finish, you'll sentence me for my crime.
So let me ask you now:
What is a crime?
What is punishment?
It seems to vary from time to time...
and place to place.
What's legal today is suddenly illegal tomorrow...
because some society says it's so...
and what's illegal yesterday is suddenly legal...
because everybody's doing it...
and you can't put everybody in jail.
I'm not saying this is right or wrong.
I'm just saying, that's the way it is.
But I've spent three and a half years of my life...
in your prison...
and I think I've paid for my error.
And if it's your decision today...
to sentence me to more years...
then...
My lawyer... My lawyer! That's a good one.
He says, "Be cool, Billy. Don't get angry. Don't get upset.
Be good, and I'II get you a pardon, an amnesty, an appeal.
A this, a that, the other thing."
Well, this has been going on now for three and a half years...
and I've been playing it cool.
I've been good.
And now I'm damn tired of being good...
because you people gave me the belief that I had 53 days left.
You hung 53 days in front of my face...
and then you just took those 53 days away!
And you, boo!
I just wish you could be standing where I'm standing right now...
because then you would know something that you don't know, Mr. Prosecutor.
Mercy!
You would know that the concept of a society...
is based on the quality of that mercy.
Its sense of fair play, its sense of justice.
But I guess that's like asking a bear to shit in the toilet.
For a nation of pigs, it sure is funny you don't eat 'em.
Jesus Christ forgave the bastards...
but I can't.
I hate...
I hate you...
I hate your nation...
and I hate your people!
And I fuck your sons and daughters because they're pigs.
You're a pig!
You're all pigs.
"My hands are tied by Ankara."
"I must sentence you, William Hayes...
to be in prison for term no less than 30 years."
"May it pass quickly."
Got the blues, babe
Got the old Istanbul blues
Got the blues, babe
Got the old Istanbul blues
Istanbul blues
They give me 30 years
Ain't got nothing left to lose
We are gonna get you out.
I promise you.
I don't want you to get stupid and pull anything.
They could play with your sentence.
Said I was busted at the border, babe
Best thing to do is to get your ass out of here...
best way you can.
And they give me 30 years
To learn the old Istanbul blues
Hey, I think I found it. I think this is it.
Come here.
Listen. Listen to that. Do you hear anything?
I told you, you suckers. You didn't believe me.
I don't believe it!
Keep it down.
Look how easy. Look how soft it is.
It'll be so easy to get 'em out.
Go see if you can get Rifki's poker, but don't wake him up.
Go on.
It's really soft.
It's coming.
- Jimmy, it's coming. - Here, use this.
Oh, yeah. It's comin' real easy, man.
Look at it. It's comin' right out here.
It's gonna be easier than I thought.
- Piece of cake. - Yeah.
It's comin'.
Like butter.
- Keep checking for Rifki. - It's all right. It's okay.
Watch it, man, will ya?
Sorry, man. I thought you wanted to get outta here.
Loose.
Let's try.
- You wanna split your hernia again? - Fuck the hernia. Let's just get this.
We got it.
That's it. We got the shaft.
It's comin'.
It's okay.
Come on, let's go. Let's go play.
No. There's no time. We're too late. We're not prepared.
We'll come back tomorrow. It's too late.
- Let's go now. - We'll go tomorrow.
Let's put 'em back. Come on, help me.
Now, any fuck-ups, we should be back by dawn.
You got everything?
Maps. Railroad, bus timetables.
That's it.
Okay, let's do it.
Can you see?
- Jesus. - Come on, Max. Get your ass down here.
It's easy.
This way, baby.
Watch it. Mind how you go there.
It's all right. Climb down this pole and cross over.
Terrific.
- All right, there's a tunnel. - Yeah, let's go.
Come on, Max.
- Fuck! - What is that?
Shit! Christ heavens!
- It's a stick. - Oh, shit!
Shit! It's a dead end.
Turks must have blocked it up.
Shit!
What the fuck are we gonna do?
- What time is it? - 6:30.
- Go back. - You're joking!
I'm not joking. We go back, seal it up and come back tomorrow.
Every night till we get out of here.
There's gotta be a way out.
Billy! They found it!
- Who? - Rifki.
Filthy little bastard.
This time I'm gonna kick your brains all over your fucking kitchen!
Fine. Good. Man to man.
We fight now, and when finished, I bring Hamidou...
and he kick your fucking ass.
Let's go, Max. Come on.
- I know what I'm going to do. - What?
I'm going to cut his fucking throat!
- Who? - Rifki.
What have I got to lose?
Anyway, I'd really enjoy it.
Why don't you sit down, huh? You're in no shape to kill anybody.
I want to cut his fucking throat!
It's already been cut.
Then I'II cut his balls off.
You know, if you really did want to hurt Rifki...
His money. Steal that and you steal his life's blood.
Could you see his face if everything he worked so hard to get got snatched?
If we only knew where he hid it.
I know where it is.
The money?
"Them that I eats and finds," says I.
I've seen him, the big dick.
He looks at it late at night.
Talking to it.
Where?
The money... Where?
In his radio.
In the back of his radio.
That's why he never plays it.
He'd never had one.
Soon he back to Istanbul street.
No friends, no money, plenty enemy.
Plenty enemies.
- I drink to that. - Me too.
I just got some news on Jimmy.
- Oh, really? What? - It's bad.
They sent him to the city hospital. They ruptured his hernia again.
Oh, shit!
I guess he didn't talk. Poor bastard.
Hey, look at Rifki.
Why the suit?
Maybe he's got a new job.
Jesus! Not again!
You're kidding. Who? Me?
I didn't sell him anything.
No, he's lying! Rifki's lying! He's a liar!
Max, no! Let him go, damn you!
Go away! Get outta here!
Rifki, I'm gonna cut your tongue out!
Please!
Cigarette.
Cigar.
Listen to me. Please listen to me.
Excuse me, my friend. I've been wanting to speak to you.
You are an American?
Ah, yes, America.
My name is Ahmet. I studied philosophy at Harvard for many years...
though Oxford is my real alma mater.
I also studied in Vienna, and now I study here.
Well, they put me here. They say I raped a little child.
I've been here a very long time, and they'll never let me go.
They won't let you go either. They tell you they'll let you go.
But in fact, you stay. You'll never go from here.
See, we've all just come from the factory...
and sometimes a factory makes bad machines...
that don't work, so they put them here.
The bad machines don't know that they're bad machines...
but the people at the factory know.
They know that you are one of the machines that doesn't work.
Well, I think we've spoken enough for today.
I wish you good night.
Oh, my God!
Oh, Billy!
Billy, what have they done to you?
I love you.
Billy, your family's fine.
Senator Buckley's made a special plea on your behalf in the Senate.
They've called you a pawn in the poppy game between Nixon and the Turks.
The letters are coming in. People do care.
Take off your dress.
What?
Take it off.
- You're just making yourself... - Take it off.
I wish I could make it better for you.
Please stop.
Don't.
Susan.
Yes, Billy?
I love you.
Oh, Billy.
Your father gave me this for you.
There's pictures of your mom and dad...
and Rob and Peg.
And in the back, Billy...
there's a picture of your old friend, Mr. Franklin.
Remember him? From the bank.
He's over in Greece now. He bought a ticket.
I'll give it to them for you.
Don't count on them. Don't you count on anyone but yourself.
Billy, you're running out of time.
If you stay here, you'll die.
Jesus Christ! You've got to get yourself together.
You've got to get out of here!
Go on!
Go on.
Good morning, my American friend.
There will be trouble if you go this way.
A good Turk always walks to the right.
Left is communist. Right is good.
Come on.
See, you must go the other way.
The other way is good.
Where are you going? Why don't you walk the wheel with us?
What is the matter, my American friend? What has upset you?
Oh, the bad machine doesn't know he's a bad machine.
You still don't believe it.
You still don't believe you're a bad machine.
To know yourself is to know God, my friend.
The factory knows. That's why they put you here.
You'll find out. In time, you'll know.
Oh, I know. I already know.
I know that you are a bad machine.
That's why the factory keeps you here.
Do you know how I know, huh?
I know because I'm from the factory.
I make the machines.
Max, I'm going away.
I've come to say good-bye.
You see, if I stay here, I'm gonna die.
You'll die.
Don't die, Max.
Please don't die.
I'm gonna come back for you. I promise.
You hang on. You hang on for me.
You're not taking me to the sanitarium!
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