Kikina presents
Marvellous salad.
Marvellous. May I have a bit more, please?
- Yes, sir. - Oh, me too.
Count me in. It is divine.
- Tell Sissie everything is excellent. - She'll be pleased.
And I'll have a little fraction more of that wonderful salad.
Yes, ma'am.
Is it ready?
- It needs more oregano. - I put a lot in.
Well, just a touch more.
- Where did you get this? - Out of your bag.
That's not my bag. That's the waiter's bag.
Four more salads for four very hungry people who...
- What's wrong, Mavis? - Harry, what is this?
That's personal.
What is it?
- It ain't oregano. - Oh, my God!
- You put this in the veal? - And the soup.
- No! - And the salad.
Lord have mercy! Grass!
My grass!
Jesus! You cooked half my stash!
Excuse me, dear. May I talk with you for a minute?
- Up your kazoo! - Up my... Wait.
I'm not trying to be a pest. I know you're an actress.
- Who are you? - Skip Donahue. I'm a playwright.
I saw you do a scene from Romeo and Juliet.
You were wonderful. I'm not just saying it to be kind. You were lovely.
Get out of my way or I'll kick you in the nuts.
Kick in the nuts! You're fantastic. The way you can switch characters.
The difference between this and Juliet is fabulous.
I know you're not wearing anything under that coat.
- What? - I also know you're a shoplifter.
- Part-time. - Are you some kind of loony tune?
No. I'm the store detective here. Part-time.
Mrs. R.H. was my best customer too.
Well, I was James' best customer. He sold me this African gungi '65.
Do you know what you've done? For a little of this, my girlfriend...
...was gonna let me have her and two of her girlfriends.
She'll ruin me when she finds out!
- Maybe she'll think it's the wine. - The wine?
There's no wine in the world that... Smell that.
This is '65 African gungi from the motherland.
Understand? It's been soaked in the earth back home. This is mean!
One joint of this put Southern California to sleep back in '65.
There was a revolution in '65. We missed it because of this.
This is bad! And you went and spread it over everything.
I hope you had fun, because I ain't gonna.
I saw you pretend to steal that dress. You even looked guilty.
You're a wonderful actress. But you didn't know...
...I also saw you take off the dress and throw it in the trash bin.
Let me get this right...
...shithead!
You kill me.
- You think I was a terrific Juliet... - You were!
Thanks. And you think that I stole a dress, and then threw it away!
- Right! - You think I have nothing on under this?
I know that you don't.
- More wine, sir? - What is this stuff?
- Domestic '65. Hot, isn't it? - Was that a good year?
- The best ever. - It's a bitch.
- What did you say? - I didn't say nothing, ma'am.
- I'm feeling something very strange. - That's my leg.
Oh, that's all right. Hit him again, Harry.
Yes, ma'am. Hitting you again, Father.
You know, I've never felt like this before.
You know, I'm... I'm...
Horny?
- Yes? - Which reminds me.
There's something I always wanted to ask someone like you. Do you get much?
Not too often. Just an occasional glass at dinner.
That's not what she meant.
- Harry. - Yes, yes, yes.
The most wonderful thing just happened.
Me too.
She's bad, ain't she? What are you laughing for?
Harry, I got fired today.
- I got fired too. - What do you mean?
- I got fired. - You got fired?
Today? This afternoon?
- Yep. - Between 3:30 and 4?
Yeah, about that. What happened? I win a prize?
Harry. This is fantastic!
- Any deaths we can celebrate too? - Don't you know what I'm saying?
- Skip. - Hi, Nancy.
- How you doing, honey? - How you doing, Nancy?
- I'm sitting back there. - Nancy, hello.
- Okay. - Harry... You don't introduce me?
- She's not for you. - What do you mean?
- Nancy is a fascinating girl. - Yeah.
She may be the single hottest girl on the East Side.
But when you wake up, you'll find she's not very serious.
Neither am I.
Harry, listen to me.
For the first time in our lives, we're free.
Yeah, free to walk in the cold. To be ridiculed.
I don't mean that.
I mean we're free to get out of this city. It's driving me buggy.
What are you trying to pull?
I gave you a $10 bill. Think I'm crazy?
And it's 8:50 on the clock. Okay?
- You gave me a buck, not 10. - Bullshit! I gave you a 10!
- Why are you trying to steal from me? - Get lost, Chico.
See what this city does to people? They need room to breathe.
They need love, affection!
The little guy needs money. The big guy needs a two-by-four to his head.
All they need is someone to talk to them gently, with compassion.
- That's all they need. - Are you serious? Huh?
I'm serious. That's what I don't like about this city.
- You're a saint. - Why make fun of me?
You ought to go over there. They're gentlemen, they'll understand.
Because you convinced me. Go on over there, tell them what you told me.
Go on over there.
- Okay. - Skip, what are you...? Skip!
Skip, don't go over there, man.
- Skip. - Oh, hi, Lana.
Call me.
Excuse me. Hold on one second, fellas.
Listen, I know this is a delicate situation.
But let's talk a little sense.
Do you really want to hurt this man?
No, no, not at all.
Do you want more than what you're due?
- No. - Then we're halfway home.
Can we work this out in a civilized manner?
It's okay with me.
By the way, sir, what is your name?
Alex.
Alex. And you, sir?
- My name is Chico. - Chico.
Alex, may I present Chico. Chico, this is Alex.
How do you do?
Wallet. Wallet.
Okay. Okay.
- Here. Here. - Hey, thanks, sir.
- Does this include the tip? - Yes. Have it all. Okay?
Thanks a lot.
I'll leave you. You seem to have a friendship starting.
- Have a nice evening. - Thank you.
- So long, fellas. - So long.
Take care.
No, no, don't. That...
- Well? - What if you got hurt, huh?
Did you think about that?
Do you see what can be accomplished if you get people to make real contact?
The little man had the contact. He got his point across.
Harry, I don't like it here anymore. I want to get out.
Let's go where there's some sunshine.
Where there's human feelings. Tenderness and kindness.
- Where the noise is not so loud. - You wanna leave New York? Broadway?
You love New York?
I got a callback on a play. I'm an actor. I'm going to stay.
Harry, you made $35 last year as an actor.
- How much you make as a playwright? - Nothing.
That's why I want to get out of here. Let's go. We can head out West.
We could grab odd jobs on the way. Build up a nest egg.
And then head for Hollywood. That's the place for us. Picture it.
Harry and Skip in the Sunbelt.
In the Sunbelt, you just smile and they pour money out on you.
And the women. Oh, God, the women.
Natural, robust, open, carefree...
...uninhibited, healthy.
- Talk some more. - Okay.
- You can talk shit. - Okay, picture this.
You and me, and two girls. Romping through the desert.
Splashing into the ocean. And the moonlight is out.
We glimpse their bodies when the moonlight hits their breasts.
We watch those breasts bounce gently to and fro.
- In the sand? - After the water, we go in the sand.
- We have a blanket. - You serious?
- That's what I'm trying to say. - Let's go!
Okay! California, here I come!
Harry, what's the matter?
- 1 50 bucks? - 1 50?
That'll put a dent in our bankroll.
Don't worry. Jobs shouldn't be hard to find here.
I think this is too much, though.
I have a good feeling about this town.
I think this is gonna be our lucky town.
Give me the 5 back, please.
Merry Christmas.
- How did you do on the job front? - I drew a blank.
Well, I have one possibility. It's nothing ideal. But it's a start.
Harry, I have something very important to tell you.
I love this place! I'm thrilled here, Harry.
I'm telling you, I am... I'm thrilled.
- I'm thrilled for you. - You can taste the atmosphere.
Do you know what this will do for my writing?
See those two guys?
The Sunbelt's history is written on their faces.
- They'll bring your hat to you. - Don't worry.
I'd love to talk with those fellows. I want to try and capture their rhythm.
- It won't take you long. Skip... - I'll be right back.
Jesus Christ, goddamn! Skip!
Hi. Hi, fellas.
Hello. Hi. How are you?
I'm Skip Donahue. I'm from back East.
Me and my buddy... My buddy and I just rolled into town.
We were wondering, what is the job situation like around here?
Wow! That surprised me. Do you mind if I try it?
Okay.
Skip!
Excuse me, gentlemen, I just want to speak to my friend.
- What? - Socializing with them is hazardous.
- They're nice guys. - They'll take your head off.
- Tell me about the job opportunity. - It's in banking.
- We don't know about banking. - We don't have to.
I've sold the manager on a new promotion idea.
Oh, you'll save money Knock on wood
When you do what A good woodpecker should
Save for a horse Or a brand-new ranch
When you flock to the Glenboro Savings branch
You can feather your nest With frills
Fill your garage With Coup de Villes
Just relax if you have a big bill
Are you really a woodpecker?
No, I'm just a man pretending to be a woodpecker.
That's a real woodpecker.
Be a smart bird too
You little pecker, you
You gotta admit, for an interim gig, this really wasn't bad.
Oh, you'll save money Knock on wood
You'll save money Knock on wood
When you do what A good woodpecker should
Save for a horse Or a brand-new ranch
When you flock to the Glenboro Savings...
Get down on the floor.
Stay where you are and nobody gets hurt.
- Looks like trouble. - What happened?
- Let's not find out. - It might be important.
Skip!
Would you mind looking at some mug shots?
Maybe you can identify those guys.
- There they are! The New Yorkers! - Can we help?
Is that your van?
- No, sir. It doesn't belong to me. - Yes, sir. What are you doing?
- This is my first frisk. - Why are you searching me?
- I hope you're enjoying this shit. - What are you doing?
Welcome to the desert. But I don't see no naked women.
I shouldn't have listened to you.
- Grandma was right. Shit for brains! - Me?
No, me!
- What are you doing? - Getting bad.
You better get bad. If you ain't, you'll get fucked.
You bad, they don't mess with you.
- Hey, home, get down. - Hey.
You a little too bad, ain't you?
Yeah.
Do some of these.
That's right, that's right, we bad.
That's right. We don't want no shit, either. That's right.
Darn right.
We don't want no shit, you understand?
We don't take too much shit. We take a little, but no monster shit.
Damn right!
- That's right. Say, " No shit." - No shit!
That's right, no shit. No. Try it again.
- We don't take no shit. - No shit.
No shit.
- And we ain't shitting. - You better believe it, baby.
What the hell's wrong with him?
Oh, shit. Skip? Skip, come on, man.
Come on.
Carry me back to old Virginia, Lord.
Did you get it?
Oh. There it is.
Right on the end of your nose.
Sinsemilla!
Oh, shit!
Give him a light.
- Give me a light. - He wants a light.
Right on.
The man wants a light.
A light.
It doesn't... Don't... Just doesn't...
Oh, shit.
- Short-ass son of a bitch, ain't you? - Oh, I'm a short son of a bitch.
My father was a short son of a bitch too.
My mother was shorter than him.
And my brother was real short, and we couldn't even see him. He was short.
- What's the charge? - I'm innocent.
- Ain't we all. - Bank robbery.
- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit!
You can kiss the baby.
Kiss the baby?
What baby is that, sir?
Ask your lawyer.
Kiss the baby?
- Hi. - Hi.
- I'm Slowpoke. - Hi. Slowpoke, this is Harry.
This state gives long sentences, especially for bank robbing.
Don't wet your pants. They have a liberal good-time program.
If the bottom drops out from under you...
...that's one bright spot to look forward to.
- Okay. Okay. - What is he talking about?
- What did he say? - I don't know what he said.
He said if the bottom falls out.
This filthy, roach-ridden reality is inspiring.
What did that cop say when he grabbed your throat?
- I don't fucking believe you! - " I don't fucking believe you."
- Fabulous! - You don't get it.
Think this is The Count of Monte Cristo?
This is the real deal. We're in deep shit.
You and I are innocent. You know that. I know that.
The two guys who really pulled that bank job know it too.
But the cops don't know it!
Donahue. Monroe.
- I am entitled to a private interview. - Forget it.
- Are you here for us? - I believe so.
I'm Skip Donahue. This is my buddy, Harry Monroe.
- I'm Len Garber, your lawyer. - It's a pleasure to see you.
Call my girlfriend, Cindy Laurence. They won't let me.
- It's important to him. - I will.
- Say we're at our cousins. - There's been a misunderstanding.
I am more or less familiar with the case.
You know we're innocent?
Can't you just cut through all this garbage?
This isn't funny. Do they know I hate confinement?
They don't care. I can only shower them with motions. I've filed two.
- Only two? - How about a dozen on me?
We're dealing with robbery and assault.
You might as well have burned the Pentagon!
Will the defendants rise?
Considering the arguments presented by both counsel...
...and after deliberation...
...I find the defendants guilty as charged.
Do you wish to waive the right to a pre-sentence hearing?
- No. - Yes, Your Honour.
Considering the ruthless nature of this crime...
...and the bleak prospects for rehabilitation...
...I hereby sentence you to serve 125 years...
...in the custody of the commissioner of the Department of Corrections.
Wait. No, no, no, wait.
No, no, sit. Sit.
We didn't do it. There's a misunderstanding.
- Right. - We didn't do it.
- Our lawyer told us to come up... - I know I didn't.
He's joking. He means we didn't do it. We didn't do it.
- Have you got the right case? - This is Monroe and Donahue.
- Harry Monroe. Look under there. - Sir.
- A tall, black man... - Sir, we didn't...
How much does that mean in actual time?
- Thirty years, tops. - I'll be a dead old man.
- Thirty years. - I don't want to do one.
I don't even want to do 100. I can't...
I'm gonna kill this mother.
- I'm mad about what happened. - It's not the end of the world.
- What do we do? - Start your sentence. I'll appeal.
- A hundred and twenty-five years! - Stop it! It's only 30 years.
Can you get your staff to track down those guys who really pulled it off?
It's a one-man show. My cousin is visiting from Massachusetts.
She's a terrific social worker. Bright.
Oh, 125 years. I won't have grandchildren!
Thanks.
It's chilling. It's frighteningly real. It's almost surreal.
Will you shut up until we get out of this mess you got us into?
Let's go. And no slow bucking.
- Sir, how come...? - Shut up, asshole, and move out!
This is from the Middle Ages. How do they expect you to move?
I bet this whole thing is illegal.
- Sir, wasn't this whole contraption...? - Keep moving, turkey!
Get up. Get up!
You're gonna have to learn the hard way, fella.
I was right. This is illegal and he knows it.
Jesus! The man ain't never gonna learn.
Maybe after they hit him a few times.
Just get into the flow of it. Don't fight the metal.
I'm not. It's fighting me.
- What you up for, Sweetpants? - We're innocent. I swear we are.
My name ain't no goddamn "Sweetpants."
Holy shit!
- I have the swing of it now. Thanks. - Sure.
- I'm Skip Donahue. - Jesus Ramirez.
Nice to meet you. Why are you here?
I've been here seven years, away from my beautiful Teresa.
I was in court on an appeal hearing. Lost again.
They accused me of robbing several banks.
I was drunk, but I'm positive I only robbed one bank. You?
My friend and I were doing a song and dance act.
Must have been pretty bad.
Excuse me. I'm not very good at these written tests.
I think you'll get much more of my original flavour in an oral exam...
You know, I'm just about to lose my patience with you.
- I was trying to explain... - Keep writing, shitface!
Two pears, three apples...
Listen. A kid tried that on me once at Camp Minikani in Vermont.
I hit him so hard his braces ripped his whole upper lip.
His mother had to come get him in the middle of the season.
- What do they put in the dollhouses? - Guess.
- Us? - Yes. You got it on the first try.
- Harry. - What?
- We're in prison. - Welcome to the real world!
And not a minute too soon, I might add. Now, brace up. Be strong.
- Harry. - What?
I don't think I'm going to make it.
Hang on, man. Don't mess up. Just think about our appeal.
Skip, please.
Excuse me. Could I please...?
Wait a minute, I'm not a troublemaker.
Skip.
Skip!
Okay, no more hitting.
Did you hear what I said? No more hitting. Turn around.
Wanna stay late tonight? Turn around.
Let's get out of here! Come on, Silver! Harry, I'm freaking.
Giddyap! So long, suckers!
Hey, Harry, he thinks he's a horse.
Help me! Harry!
Don't hit him! Please, he's sick.
He's having a fit. He don't have his fit pills.
- He's got them, honest. Vietnam... - Harry, help me, Harry!
- Skip! - Help!
Oh, shit, Skip.
It's okay. It's okay. You did it. You did it.
- He's okay now. - I'm okay now. It's out of my system.
- You okay? - Yep.
- He's okay. - I'm 100 percent.
Please, just this once.
I mean, it's okay. Pretend it's okay.
Okay.
- He's okay, see? - Yeah, we're okay.
- Okay? - Yeah.
For God's sake! You're gonna get us in trouble.
- Harry, it's all right. - I can't take it! Mama!
- Come here. - Mama!
Take your pill. Three seconds, it's over.
One thousand one. One thousand two. One thousand three. Finished!
Finished!
What did I tell you? Okay, let's go.
Back in line. Here we go. Thanks very much.
- Okay! Here we go. What's next? - This way.
I'd like spareribs, French fries...
...and a big old juicy cheeseburger on the side with a chocolate malt!
Thanks.
I can get you things, like a cheeseburger.
I don't want you to get me no cheeseburger.
- I'll wash your socks. - Don't wash my socks.
You leave my socks alone, man. Stay out of my face.
These are delicious.
Aren't you amazed at the quality of these vegetables? In a prison?
I'm amazed at what's crawling in our soup.
- What are you talking about? - Little creatures.
- Where? - There.
What's his story? Why does he get a separate table?
That's Grossberger. The biggest killer in the history of the Southwest.
He killed his whole family and all his relatives in one weekend.
Then he killed some people who reminded him of them.
- He here for rehabilitation? - He threw the chaplain through a wall...
...burned down the factory. But he hasn't killed anyone here.
I wouldn't sit with him, and I killed my stepdaddy.
I wonder what triggered all that violence. He seems so gentle.
I see what it is.
Nobody has ever just sat down and honestly talked with that man.
- Poor kid. - The man's not ready for an interview.
Hello.
I'll wait till after he's had a little nap.
Do you mind? Why did you kill your stepfather anyway?
Criticizing my new fur jacket. And slapping my hand.
- What should we do with him, Jack? - How late was he?
A week.
You snort up all that nice blow and then you forget about paying.
Teach him to be punctual.
- What was that all about? - That's Jack Graham.
You don't mess with him.
- A guard can yank you out like that? - He's an inmate like you and me.
He runs the cellblock. Dope, whiskey, a woman.
He can get you anything you want. And he can get you killed.
Well, I don't want anything from him.
That's Blade. He runs the Third World side of cellblock two.
Before Grossberger, he held the axe-murder record in the Southwest.
It's hard to be the best.
He's gonna give me the cheeseburger. How do you like it?
I don't want a cheeseburger. I'm watching my weight.
- Don't worry. - Getting fat.
- I'll protect you. I make him uneasy. - I wonder why.
Hi. I'm going. Skip, my friend. Excuse me, would you?
- I'll come with you. - Oh, shit.
I'm a little nervous. Did you sleep any better last night?
A little between nightmares. The walls close in on me.
I know. I have it on the list. Roomier cells, soap dish, toilet seats...
What are you talking about?
- That's ridiculous. - Put that on your list.
- I will. Unnecessary violence. - See what they did to him?
Okay, you two, inside.
- Inmates 65984 and 65985. - The New Yorkers.
How do you do, sir? Very nice to meet you.
We'd like to touch... I think I speak for Harry.
- Would like to... - No.
Harry's a little nervous, and I am a little bit too.
This is a different way of life for us.
We'd like to discuss with you some ideas...
...we think would make life easier for all.
- Oh, do we have to listen to this? - Were you in the middle of something?
No. Mr. Wilson just doesn't feel the same need to be hospitable as I do.
Get on the bull!
- Get on the ball? - Get on the bull!
Is that what that is? I didn't know. Oh, is that a recreational activity?
I was hoping for volleyball or tennis.
We have an annual prison rodeo we're awfully proud of.
We like to run you new fellas through a test...
...to see if you have any aptitude for it.
Sure. Fine with me.
- Be sure we don't miss some rodeo star. - You don't need me, right?
- You wanna shut up? - Okay.
- Okay, let her rip. - You're on backwards.
Okay.
Over the rigging.
I thought you meant the other way.
I was looking for the horns to come out. Okay.
- You ready, Mr. Wilson? - Ready.
Proceed.
Harry, you gotta try this. It's fun.
It's like the merry-go-round at Coney Island.
Try two level.
Where's the part where I go, "Hee-ya"?
Go to three.
This is fun.
Look, Ma. I'm dancing.
Ride it, Skip!
Ride that son of a bitch!
All right.
- Is it all right if I get off now? - Yes. You can get off now.
You two fellas can go on back to your cells.
Mr. Barstow!
- We had a nice visit, didn't we? - Yeah. Mr. Barstow!
Here are the ideas I mentioned. Why don't you chew on these?
When you're ready, we'll go over them.
- Get rid of them. - Maybe we can meet for lunch.
- I don't believe what I saw. - The machine's malfunctioning!
The machine's fine. You want to try it?
- It was luck. - He's a born cowboy.
- From New York? - I don't care where he's from.
No inmate ever took it to six level.
Your big rodeo star, Graham, never got it past a four.
- Graham's had injuries. - I've had 10 years of humiliation!
I won't mention the money trouble I'm in...
...from losing to Warden Sampson and his gorillas, because of him!
If that kid's for real, he'll ride for Glenboro in the next rodeo...
...and we're gonna whip Sampson's boys and win that goddamn prize!
Get that kid back here in an hour. I wanna test him on Double Aught again.
- Check it out. - You check it out.
My back hurts, fellas, I'm gonna have to drop out.
Okay.
My back still hurts from yesterday. Hurt it again.
Harry, rub me a little bit, right here, would you? That's it.
That's better. Did you try that thing in the warden's office?
- It's fun. - It is.
Jesus was the champion bull rider from his province.
You're kidding! That's wonderful. Are you gonna ride in the rodeo?
- Jesus says the rodeo is bullshit. - Why? How come?
Do you know how much money they make on it? $85,000 to $100,000.
Hundred thousand dollars.
We're supposed to get the money. We don't get shit.
We get our ass kicked. They get rich.
The prisoners don't get one penny of that money?
No, I'm exaggerating a little, I guess.
Two years ago we got new Ping-Pong balls. Five boxes.
I don't understand one thing. Why do the guys go to the rodeo?
They scare everybody by threatening to deny their parole.
- That's how they get the kiss-asses. - Outrageous!
In Texas, they run an honest rodeo. The prisoners keep the prize money.
Them wardens over there are pretty decent. Not like these pricks.
Isn't that fucking outrageous?
Say, I hear you went to six on Double Aught, hey?
- He's my man. - Did you tell him? It wasn't so tough.
Well, if you really did a six...
...they're gonna want you to ride in that Top Hand competition.
Don't worry. I'm no brown-noser.
Everybody knows that. Why don't you hear the man out?
If you ride in the Top Hand event, there's a good chance we can bust out.
You know what I mean?
- Is he talking about a jailbreak...? - You bet your ass.
- What about our appeal? - Appeal? Rory, tell him about appeals.
The day I met you and Sweetpants was my fifth appeal hearing in six years.
Turned me down.
Do you want to spend 30 years in here? I couldn't take it.
And I know you can't. We gotta get out of here.
Hello, operator, get me Warden Sampson at Doerin Prison, please. Thank you.
Hello, Wally. How's your team look this year?
Not too bad. We might give you a race this year.
Is that right?
You got some new blood?
Something like that.
Seeing as how you're in such good shape...
...you want to put some real money down?
Well, I realize that $50,000...
...ain't much these days, but it might stimulate a little interest.
Henry, one way or another, I'm gonna cover that bet.
What do you want me to do?
You've got to convince the warden that you won't ride, no matter what.
He'll be so mad, he'll wet his pants, because he makes this very big bet.
But you gotta hold out, no matter what they do. Don't give up.
The longer you hold out, the better chance for a bargain.
What bargain?
- You pick your crew. - That's us.
- The county stadium is tough to crack. - Even tougher than this joint.
- It's supposed to be escape-proof. - But there's a weakness.
This is fantastic. Harry, there's a great novel in this.
Which you won't start writing till we get out of here, right?
I guess I can wait seven months.
Donahue!
- Hello, warden. Nice to see you again. - I've got some good news for you.
- My wine magazines came? - No, it's better than that.
You're gonna represent Glenboro Prison in the annual Top Hand competition.
Congratulations.
Oh, my God! Warden!
- I can't do that. - What the hell are you talking about?
I should've told you. My mom was a veterinarian.
I can't exploit animals, she'd roll over in her grave.
You didn't hear me. This is very important to me.
Important to you? My mother is watching over every step I make.
Do you know my soul is on the line? Please, let's drop... What?
I said no. I told him no.
Ma, are you crazy? I have witnesses. We'll talk about it in my cell.
I have to go to the bathroom. Would you excuse me, warden?
That boy is very confused. Straighten him out!
Well, what about Jack Graham? His knees have mended.
Wake him up.
- All right. On your feet. Let's move! - What happened?
Let's go, Mayor Koch. And you too, Count Basie!
- What time is it? - 4:30.
Why so early?
It's called paying your debt to society. Now, let's move!
- Is breakfast ready? - Somebody stole the toilet!
Over here.
You're peeing on me.