- Close 12. - Close 12.
Oh, shit! They're trying to kill me. Please, God, please.
They're coming back. They're coming back.
Pillow.
I want my pillow.
All right, you two. Up and at 'em!
I can't feel nothing in my leg!
- Don't you see the white line? - Yes.
- You're not to be to the side of it. - Sorry, mistake. Won't happen again.
Too late for that. Get him out of here.
Come on.
- Close 10! - Close 10!
Hey! My back! My 11-year-old back problem is gone.
I feel terrific. Thanks, cap. Wow! What a lucky guy!
You son of a guns!
All right, get in there. I'll see you in about five days, if you make it.
Donahue?
One more day, please.
Just one more day. I was beginning to get into myself. Be a pal.
Harry, guess who's here? How's my best...?
Help me. Please help me!
I left my wallet in the solitary. Could I? Oh, please.
Nighty-night, boys. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Grossberger... Grossberger...
- Come here. I want to talk to you. - I can't go to you. It's amazing.
Excuse me.
- Don't touch him. Don't touch him. - Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.
Please don't touch him.
- See you later. - Don't touch.
I'll stand here.
- Don't leave me, please. - No. I'll just be over here.
You think Grossberger ate them up or did he leave some bones?
If he did, we're gonna ship them back to Times Square.
- Say what? No, this is a jack. - I know this is illegal.
- We tried charades. He doesn't get it. - This is dead. You can't play it.
What is this? Look, what? Cheating, look!
- Wait. - What?
- Wait a second. - What?
- What? What do you call...? - That's for this one.
Well, how have you been getting along?
Excuse me. This is my cousin, Meredith. She's been helping out on your case.
- Hi. - Hi. Nice to meet you.
You too.
It's amazing. There's hardly any family resemblance. No offence.
We're just barely cousins. See, my mother was a French cancan dancer.
And... It's a long story.
Say, how've you been getting along?
Swell. Just swell. A few ups and downs.
You know, people see movies about prison life...
...but until you've actually spent time here...
...it's hard to get the real flavour of what it's like.
More Americans should spend time behind bars to understand.
More Americans probably will.
Now, we have made your preliminary bid for retrial and...
Well, Meredith, why don't you tell him?
Remember the little girl in the bank? She's ready to swear...
...you weren't in the woodpecker suits during the robbery.
She remembers that one of the robbers had a tattoo.
- Do either of you have a tattoo? - No.
Good. I'll check the tattoo places.
There's a raunchy strip joint where tattooed guys hang out.
I'm gonna try for a part-time job there.
Now, because the little girl is only 6...
...the court said that her information doesn't justify a new hearing.
We're trying to change that.
On the basis that information was withheld.
All legal bullshit. You were railroaded!
Another example of a repressive system...
...coming down on the bottom of society.
I don't know about the bottom part, but I agree with you on the rest.
You want to know something that's always fascinated me...
...are the prison romances that sometimes spring up...
...between inmates and girls from the outside. Sometimes beautiful girls.
I mean, would you, for example...
...could you actually become involved, I mean romantically, with a prisoner?
Absolutely not.
No, I didn't think so.
I was just curious.
- How's he tougher than you thought? - In a few days I'll break him.
We don't have a few days. Stock's delivered. The contracts are out.
And Doerin is ahead of us.
I thought the kid would be a little softer.
He's soft. You just don't know where to kick him.
What are you talking about, my appendix? I know about appendix!
I had my appendix taken out already. I had my appendix taken out. Help!
Sir, help me! Please! Help!
- What you in for? - There's gotta be some confusion.
They say my appendix grew back, but I had it removed years ago. You?
I came for a hernia operation. They cut off one of my nuts by mistake.
Say what?
They said I didn't need it.
Now I can't eat, I don't sleep, I got no enthusiasm. I don't write my woman.
I'm getting out next year, but I don't care.
You're sure taking it calm.
Nothing I can do now.
They got this Korean doctor just came to this country. Don't get him.
- Right. - He did this to me.
Korean, right. Jesus Christ! What's the matter with him?
Johnson's on a hunger strike. They're force-feeding him to keep him alive.
Thank God. There's some humanity in this place.
They're gonna electrocute him next month.
Mr. Frazier? How do you go?
That's the cat that did me.
Be sure you cover up them jewels!
- Hello, Donahue. What can I do for you? - I'm ready to make a deal.
- Oh? What kind of deal? - I want my own team.
And I want a bigger cell with better ventilation.
- Has Grossberger been farting on you? - Settle down, Wilson.
- I don't make deals, Donahue. - I know.
- But I think it might be arranged. - Good.
I want to win that trophy. And I'm counting on you to go balls-out.
I only have one speed: balls-out.
That's the spirit. You'll get out of here a relatively young man.
- I'm looking forward to that. - I guess we have a deal.
I guess so.
Ride 'em, cowboy.
Okay.
- I want an inmate guard on them. - Graham'll watch them.
Put Blade on Graham.
Right.
Hey, sucker!
The shit's gonna start now.
Why are you joining the rodeo? Sucking up to the warden?
He's not sucking up. We're having fun. We showed aptitude for it.
Aptitude? You hear that?
Lay off. The man's doing what he's got to. They were gonna cut his nuts off.
- I don't want to discuss my nuts. - Work your tail off...
Don't sweat it.
...then get replaced by an amateur who knows nothing.
He may be going into the rodeo, but he may not come out.
Oh, what a horse. Jesus, what a beauty.
What a sweet, beautiful face he has. Look, he's listening to us.
He's listening to every word we say, I bet. Okay, sweetheart, here I come.
- Don't be misled. He's a chute fighter. - Hello.
- He'll try to kill you in the chute. - I don't think so. I'd love to try him.
Aren't you rushing a bit?
Did you see the look he gave? He's a sweetheart, a pussycat.
- I've never ridden a real horse. - Remember, no spurs in the belly.
- Not in the belly. - Spurs high.
Okay. Well, this should be a snap. Let her rip!
Skip! Skip! Are you all right?
I'm fine. I wanted to see what it's like to get thrown.
Grossberger, I'm fine. You can put me down now.
You get a little overprotective sometimes. Okay, where's that sucker?
Now, let me explain to you about bulls, okay?
A bull is the most evil, disgusting, and crafty sucker in the world.
He'll snot on you, fart on you, do anything he can to mash out your brain.
The worst kind of bull is the one that won't do nothing.
Just stand there. Look at you.
That means he's studying you.
Learning your weak spots...
...and remembering them for the time he prances on your head.
Blade, you got it wrong. I'm a clown.
I shoot firecrackers off...
...there's a little car with midgets...
- That ain't no rodeo clown. - I know...
A rodeo clown is the most dangerous job in the world.
He's the one that gets closest to the bull.
- He gets the best of the bull. - I don't want...
- Hook to the left, hook to the side... - Blade...
If the bull rider is in danger, he's got to protect him.
Even if it means getting his ribs pulled out!
- And being freight-trained. - Freight-trained?
Run over, just like a freight train. Only with a bull, it's worse.
A freight train don't back up and finish the job.
Later I'll show you how to lie on a stretcher...
- ... when they come to pick you up. - What?
Right. Now, let's practice trying to sucker the bull out of the chute.
The warden wants you in one piece till after the rodeo.
- Then your ass belongs to me, got that? - What about balloons and stuff?
Every bull has a secret word that makes him crazy.
Sends him into his wildest ride.
Your job is to figure out that word.
Blade...
Bull... Let me see... Rumpelstiltskin?
Uh... Malt liquor.
Come on. Come on, bull.
Bull? Come on.
Come on.
Hey. Hey, sexy.
Shit.
Oh, you motherfucker!
Congratulations! You found the word!
Over there.
Teresa...
- Hi. - Hi. How are you?
A little groggy from looking at records of tattoos.
Who got which, when and where. So far, nothing.
The court refuses to act on the little girl's word.
Doesn't look too good, huh?
- Can you think of anything else? - Some small piece of evidence...
- ... anything. - Anything.
This may sound silly, but have you seen A Place in the Sun?
A Place in the Sun with Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Clift?
Yeah.
That's my favourite.
Your favourite? That's your...? That's my favourite too!
What does that tell us?
Maybe we're not such strangers as circumstances would imply.
Maybe we're not.
You know, I'm working on a new play, and I just wondered...
...would you like to come to the opening night with me?
I'd love to.
You...
Maybe we ought to get you out of here first, though.
Okay. Shoot.
Supposed to be doing time. It's a goddamned vacation for them.
How would you like an old-time prison funeral?
Could you go for that?
Just relax. He's gonna draw Untamed in the bronc event.
A hundred and twenty-five years without a whiff of pussy.
- How'd that make you feel, Mason? - Mean. Very, very mean.
Hello? Mr. Len Garber, please.
Did he leave word where he could be reached?
Okay. Thank you.
Operator? Please get me the sheriff's office. This is an emergency.
I've been looking for you.
- Where've you been? - Look at this.
It's so simple it is absurd. It should be laughed out of court.
We'll talk about that later.
- They're gonna kill your clients. - They're innocent!
That's not the point. I'll explain it later.
We have to get to the rodeo.
It's across town. We'll never make it.
We have to try. Will you shut up and hurry?
I almost blew it. How can I call myself a lawyer?
That's it for the preliminaries.
Get ready for the event that you all came to see.
It's our featured event, the Top Hand competition.
- How's your secret weapon, Wally? - Fit as a fiddle, Henry.
- It's a nice day for it, ain't it? - Sure is.
- Come on down, got your Coke here... - Peanuts, popcorn...
Now remember, spur him high on the shoulders, okay?
Try to keep a good rhythm.
It's time for the wild and woolly Top Hand competition.
Leading off for Glenboro Prison is New Yorker Skip Donahue...
...doing time for making a withdrawal without having an account.
He told the judge he was just trying to help New York by using our money.
- I hope I can remember everything. - Good luck.
Thanks. That's very kind of you.
That's our boy, baby! That's our boy there!
What do you say about that, folks? He's got some cowboy in him, huh?
He sure does. You old sly bones.
- Where'd you get him? - We'll see.
Next up, five-time winner and current champion, Caesar Geronimo.
Got caught selling some white powder at the border.
And by white powder, I don't mean talcum powder.
His horse is so tough it's already put 11 cowboys in the hospital.
And that's just by breaking wind on them.
All right! That cowboy must have some real strong glue in the saddle.
Ladies and gentlemen, that man of mischief from Oklahoma...
...last year's runner-up is getting set in chute number five, Ringo Stapelton.
He's doing 99 years for kidnapping a trainload of college girls...
...on their way to a singing contest in Las Vegas.
Oh, Ringo's in trouble already. He's down, and the bull's on top of him!
Next is Bucky Stillwater...
...found guilty of misplacing $4 million worth of insurance money.
The money was never recovered...
...which is why Bucky has more friends among the inmates...
...than any other prisoner in the whole system.
Whatever Bucky wants, old Bucky gets. Except for parole, that is...
Don't be too surprised if Bucky's out in time to enjoy that loot...
...before old age catches up with him.
Third up, out of chute number four, is the Glenboro Prison entry.
It's that city slicker again, who's giving the champ a run for his money.
Can he keep it up? We're gonna all find out...
...whether it's luck or if he's really got some redneck in him.
Up on Flapjack, here's Skip Donahue.
Okay. A little tighter, Jesus.
- How's that? - That's it.
Watch his head.
- Ready? - Okay, let's go.
Open the gate!
Seem to have ourselves a problem down here.
He'll be killed in there!
Some son of a bitch put a lock on the gate!
That New Yorker is full of surprises.
Now here's last year's champ, Caesar Geronimo...
...riding a bull that nobody can ride for more than 3 seconds.
A bull by the name of Tornado.
Now you know why he's our defending champ.
Well, folks, take a breather while the judges tally up the scores.
We'll pause for the cause...
...and I'll be back in just a bit to announce the winner.
Hold on, folks, we got ourselves the first...
...push in the history of the prison rodeo.
There ain't gonna be any push. I was ready for this.
Ladies and gentlemen, hold on to your hats.
As a tiebreaker, both wardens have okayed the Hard Money event...
...the single most dangerous event in all of rodeo competition.
All you have to do to win this event...
...is snatch a little sack of money between the horns of a bull.
As soon as our two boys get ready, we'll start our final competition.
Are you ready for the main event?
Well, listen to this. Warden Beatty has just informed me...
...that he and Warden Sampson have so much faith in their boys...
...that instead of splitting the purse as usual...
...it'll be a winner-take-all event.
I'm saying that $50,000 in bills is gonna be tied...
...between the horns of one of the meanest bulls around.
And whichever inmate grabs the money is the winner.
And here they are, ladies and gentlemen.
I get nervous sometimes before these things.
- Word is that your warden's a nice guy. - He's a prick.
A prick? Boy, did I hear that wrong. Well, is it true you're an ass-kisser?
- You're gonna get a punch in the mouth. - I'm just telling you what I heard.
I'm an ass-kisser too.
We're both dumb if no one's gonna get this money except two pricks.
Stands to reason, doesn't it?
I'll distract the bull, you grab the money. Okay?
What difference does it make who wins?
Why don't we give the cash to the prisoners?
I'll tell you what. You do whatever you think is best, okay? Get ready.
The winner, and champion for the sixth time in a row, Caesar Geronimo.
Goddamn!
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! That boy's lost his mind.
Holy cow, there's gonna be hell to pay for that.
Now to wrap up our day, here's the greased-pig sacking contest.
- Holy shit! - What?
What the hell is going...? Are you okay?
They're in the camper!
Look, I'm sorry, but we're in a real hurry, okay?
What is going on?
I'm sorry. Harry Monroe, Skip Donahue...
...Rory Schultebrand.
- My wife, Teresa, and my brother, Ramon. - Hello.
- Hey, guys. That is yours. - Where you guys going?
Veracruz. We got some family there.
- Hey, Rory going with you? - Try to be brave, Sweetpants.
- Oh, man! Take care. - Be a good girl, now.
Ramon! A su casa, honey. It's me and you!
He kissed me. Damn!
Let's go.
We got to get the hell out of here!
Wait a minute.
- How'd you get out? - We busted out.
- But you're free! - You're damn right!
- No, they caught the other two guys. - Thanks to Meredith.
Oh!
You mean, we're really free? We're free!
- You're a hell of a lawyer. - Thanks. Thanks very much.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
- Thanks for everything. - It's okay.
Thank you.
It's okay.
Come on. Let's get out of this state before somebody changes their mind.
- Aren't you forgetting something? - What?
What about my opening night?
Am I still invited?
Holy mackerel! How many times do I have to ask you?
Come on.