Back to the honeymoon suite!
Night.
- You should've been notified... - Why is he in isolation?
- I don't have that information. - You don't have it?
Then I wanna see the goddamn warden!
Not today.
Every hour when the light comes on, you'll stand, face the camera...
... and state your name and number.
Name and number!
Leone, five-ten.
Face the camera.
Name and number.
Leone, five-ten.
Name and number.
Leone, five-ten.
Leone. Leone. Leone.
Name and number.
Leone, five-ten.
On your feet. Name and number.
Give Mr. Leone half rations the rest of his time.
Yes, sir.
Name and number!
Get up!
He seems a little sluggish.
Wake him up.
Cold enough?
- Wanna see my swing? - I'd like to see you in whites.
- Some swing. - You see me on the golf course?
You got a little cruel streak.
Leone, five-ten.
- Upright. Name and number. - Leone, five-ten.
You'll be praying for some time on your own. You know that?
- I don't believe that. - Trust me. I know about these things.
Leone, five-ten.
Water.
Leone, five-ten.
Name and number.
Name and number! Name and number!
Marilyn Monroe.
Thirty-seven, something, thirty-five.
Crack 121.
Listen, I didn't mean it. No, I didn't say anything at all. No!
That's enough.
- Who ordered this? - The warden.
Does the warden hate him enough to kill him? 'Cause that ain't my job.
Mr. Sensitive. He thinks we're treating Leone too rough.
Forget which are the cops and which are the cons?
- You want me? Come on! - Break it up!
Damn it, I said break it up! Break it up!
Your stick, Mr. Braden.
Pussy.
Get out of my sight, before I shine my boots with your face...
... you fat piece of shit! Go on!
Time's up.
Remember what I told you, Frank.
Roll with the system. Roll with it or it's only gonna get harder.
Yeah, and it's getting shorter too.
So, what's new, Mr. Braden?
How's the family? Good?
How are the Jets doing?
Don't forget to check your bed.
Hey, Frank.
Somebody die in here?
Ain't a very good welcome home, is it?
Hey, big man.
Sand. The whole engine block is full of it. It was Chink.
What are we gonna do about it?
- Forget it. - Forget it?
We poured everything we got into this car. No way we can let Chink slide.
- Let it go, First Base. - Let it go?!
Aren't you the guy who says you gotta protect what's yours...
... watch each other's back, you watch mine, I watch yours?
I guess that was a bunch of jive, now that you're a short-timer.
You're incredible. What?
You think this is your car? This ain't your car.
This is the warden's car. Did you think that Chink Weber did this?
Drumgoole did this. Come on.
Did you think we were gonna take our dates out in this car?
Maybe rotate it on weekends.
Ernie, why don't you take it Friday. Dallas, take it Saturday.
And Eclipse, you got it Sunday! Is that what you thought?
It's his! This lift is his, these tools are his, the garage is his!
This whole goddamn place is his.
And you better remember that, because once you buy into this...
... "our car, " "our thing" concept, man, you're his too!
Just let it go.
- I thought you were our leader. - Goddamn it, I'm not your leader!
And this ain't a gang.
We're convicts. We're prisoners, we're inmates.
We're here. And as long as we're here, we're gonna stay his.
We're his.
Nothing's ever gonna change that.
You gotta face the facts.
Now, you guys are standup, no doubt about it.
But I got three weeks to get out of here. And in three weeks, I'm walking.
Ain't nothing gonna change that.
That's all I care about.
It's nothing for nothing, man. He's right.
Leone, how do you like my belt buckle, boy? Yeah, I know. I like it too.
A little souvenir that reminds me of you.
Tell me, what are you going to do about it?
You mean six weeks in the hole killed your guts and your appetite?
It ain't over, you son of a bitch.
- Anybody call this spot? - You guys don't need reservations.
- You on a diet, Frank? Huh, man? - Cutting back a little bit.
- Take some of my food. - Here you go. Don't worry about it.
- Bread. - Thanks.
Some tomatoes. You'll be all right. Celery stick.
I ain't playing football.
Don't worry about that guy. He's a lifer. You only got a few weeks to go.
Forget about him.
A miracle just happened. First Base finally learned something.
I doubt it.
- Okay, who's gonna say grace? - Grace.
She was terrific, wasn't she?
- I thought I could rely on you, Weber. - He won't be pushed.
Because you're not pushing in the right place.
Everyone has a weak spot, Weber.
Find his, or I'll have to find a new yard boss.
- Welcome to the Gateway Stakes. - I feel like a steamed vegetable.
- Let's start the race. - All right. What's your bug's name?
- Dirt Creature. - Three-to-two on Dirt Creature.
- First Base, what's your bug's name? - Rear Entry.
Rear Entry's 4-to-5. Place your bets.
Two'll get you three, five'll get you four. Five'll get you four.
Everything I got on Dirt Creature.
- I bet the house on Rear Entry. - The window is closed. All bets are in.
Gentlemen, start your insects.
- On your marks, get set... - Come on, Dirt.
Boom! They're off.
I've got a steak dinner on this victory.
Come on, Dirt. Come on.
You can't do that.
We got a steward's inquiry.
You can't push your bug!
It was a come-from-behind victory by Rear Entry!
- We're gonna rerun the race. - Hey, no rematch.
- Hey! What are you guys doing? - Shit.
- Peņa! You're on the wrong detail. - Stand up.
Get you ass up here! Clean up the gym.
- We got a rematch later, all right? - Sure.
I'm getting out of here. I'll pay up later.
Now, asshole!
Give me a break. I gotta get dressed. You know what I mean?
Hey, watch out for my bug.
I'll take care of him for you, really. Delicious.
- Come on, let's do it today! - All right.
- Clean this place up. - It's already cleaned.
- What are you, deaf? - Shut your mouth and do it.
Come on. One by one, come on!
Come on.
Get him down there.
Pull his head.
I told you we'd play later, you little bitch.
Hey, Leone!
- They got First. - I can't hear you.
- What did you say? - They got First Base in the gym.
- What is it? - They got First Base in the gym.
First!
Twenty years old.
This kid's twenty years old. I told you.
I know. I know.
You want me, you got me.
You fucking Nazi.
You want me, you got me.
Get him. Get him!
- I'll kill you. I'll kill you. - Come on, fight. Fight!
Kick his ass!
I'll kill you.
Son of a bitch.
I'll kill you.
Do it.
Crush his face!
- Do it! - Take him out!
Drop it! Drop it!
God.
Linen run!
Get a move on. I'm trying to make a living here.
Frank, my man. Florence Nightingale.
- How you feeling? - All right.
- Three weeks and you're out, man. - Feels like three years.
Come on, man. Three weeks is a blink.
What'd they do with the kid?
They sent him home, man. What'd you think? You know.
You know, the kid told me once...
... "Your body has to be in prison, but your mind can be wherever it wants. "
He tell you that?
Listen, I brought you some toilet paper...
... in case, you know, you want to write some poetry or something.
Hey, Colonel Klink. Let me out of here, man.
Frank, man, it wasn't your fault, okay?
Remember that.
Roberta, have Miss Lowell photographed for an I. D. For visitation.
I'm reinstating Mr. Leone's privileges.
Yes, sir.
- I want to make sure Frank's all right. - He's fine. He's recovering.
In three weeks he'll be out, and you can look forward to a happy life together.
- Thank you for coming. - Thank you, warden.
Okay, look into the light.
- Hi, baby. - Hi.
Hi, come here, you.
- I was so worried. - You look great.
Thirty-minute visit, Leone. Compliments of the warden. Don't waste it.
- How do you feel? - Good, thanks, sweetheart.
Thirty minutes. You need any help, just give us a call, huh?
- Are they all like that? - Don't worry. You look great.
You look...
Don't tell me what I look like. I can't stand it.
I've missed you so much.
No more separations. Promise?
I promise.
- Time's up. - Nice view.
- What's the matter with you? - Time's up.
- The warden said half an hour. - He changed his mind.
What do you mean? I wanna talk to the warden.
What you wanna do is keep your mouth shut, fix your clothes and get out.
- Come on. - Don't touch her.
What did you say?
- Don't touch her? You don't learn, pal. - Hey, I'm leaving.
Three weeks. Three weeks. Three weeks.
Leone.
Come here.
Do I know you?
No, you don't know me, Frank, but I know you.
I was at Treadmore with you.
A-block.
- Treadmore don't have an A-block. - That's right.
- We got something else in common. - Yeah, what's that?
We're both getting out soon.
You in a few weeks. Me, I'm gone the day after tomorrow.
What happened to you?
One beating too many.
I served some hard time in this place. We both have, am I right?
Yeah, you're right about that.
You need anything when I get out? Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm all right. Thanks. - I'm just lucky, I guess.
I got a job lined up. Temporary, but it pays a grand for two hours of work.
- That's not bad, is it? - What do you gotta do?
I just gotta rape this bitch. I get an extra hundred every time she screams.
- I'll kill you for that! - Payback time, Frank.
- Chink says hello. - You touch her, you're dead!
Hey, bailiff! Guard! Guard! Somebody!
Manly! Manly! Guard!
- What's your problem? - I gotta use the phone.
- You know your privileges. No phone. - That guy is gonna kill my girlfriend.
- What guy? - The guy that was just here.
- The guy in the wheelchair! - What are you trying to pull, Leone?
Don't play with me, Manly. Please, I gotta warn her.
Everybody's got problems, Leone. Get some sleep.
Goddamn, you fat motherfucker! Goddamn!
Hey, Frank. Doing some spring-cleaning, huh, man?
Dallas, come here.
Yeah?
- What is it, man? - I need some help.
No questions asked.
You're busting out? You got less than three weeks.
Just help me.
- This is gonna take days. - I need it tonight.
I can't do that. Everything is gonna be locked up.
There's a con getting out of here tomorrow.
- Chink Weber paid him to get Melissa. - I understand.
I'd love to help, but I can't do the impossible. You're hurting my arm.
I'll take you with me.
No shit?
- What's the plan? - You'll know when you gotta know.
Going for the tunnels, huh, man?
You just be here, all right?
Convict, move it out of there!
Hey, use some bleach on that, Frank. I'm coming out, Colonel Klink.
Linen run.
- Evening, Officer Vazquez. - You're late. Get in there.
- Yes, sir. - Quick.
- I'll be real quick. - Still making that jailhouse booze?
Absolutely not, sir. I'm on the wagon. I joined Alcoholics Unanimous.
- You got some line of shit. - It's bad on my nervous system.
- Makes me talk too much. - Just make it quick.
Yeah, I'll be right out, sir. Right out.
No. Help! Oh, shit!
Help me!
Come on, Frank. Let's go.
Okay, come on. That's it.
- All right, we got 10 minutes. Move it. - All right.
Sweet dreams, Moby Dick.
- Frank? - Come on.
The tools, man.
You got it.
Okay, here I go.
Oh, God. I'm jumping.
Man, there's rats in here.
- All right. I'm all right. No! - What?
- This way. It's a shortcut to the plant. - It's this way.
No, man, I remember the map. It's this way. I'm positive. Let's go!
D. T. A. , Frank.
Ain't that what you taught me, man? D. T. A.
Right on schedule, Frank.
I'm sorry, man. You were my ticket out of here.
Damn you!
You had me set up the whole time?!
Not the whole time. I got 30 years to go, man. Thirty years.
The warden made me a deal.
Dumb bastard!
They made me a deal, man! A deal!
We don't make deals with escaping prisoners.
What the hell are you talking about?
- You said if I delivered... - Shut up.
- You're going back to the population. - Population?
You can't do this to me, warden. You can't do this.
I snitched him off. They're gonna kill me. I'm finished.
Tough.
Look, I came through, goddamn it! We had a deal!
That's enough. You're gonna kill him.
That's enough.
This is an automatic 10 years, Frank.
It's 10 years for a second escape attempt.
I knew you'd cross the line. I told them you were a hard-core criminal.
They'll believe me now. And you better believe me.
You better believe that you'll be doing hard time here...
... for the rest of your life.
Manly, you know what to do.
Some dealmaker.
See...
... shit does float, doesn't it?
Hey, you know what else?
You don't have to worry about that psycho hurting your girlfriend.
We decided to keep him in here. Didn't we, officer?
She's not my type.
We'll teach him a lesson. We'll graduate you with honours.
Turn on the steam. Turn on the fucking steam!
Put him in it.
Get him in there.
Bring him in here! Come on!
Come on!
Rape this.
My face! My face is burning! My face!
I'll kill you!
School's out, punk.
Frank.
Frank, don't leave me here, man.
I'm sorry.
Take me with you.
Let him go, Manly.
Let him go.
What are you gonna do with that?
You okay, Frank?
I'm okay, Dallas.
You can trust me, Frank. You can trust me.
- Put it down, Dallas. - Put it down.
- I won't hurt you anymore. - Oh, yeah?
- You don't wanna do it. - You fat piece of shit.
Don't do it, Dallas.
- What, are you trying to scare me? - Dallas, don't.
- You won't do it. - Oh, yeah?
- You don't got the balls to do it, punk. - You're wrong.
- Stoolie. - You're wrong.
- Put it down. - You're wrong!
No!
Switch to backup. Sir, we've got a power outage in C-wing.
Get some men to that utility quarter.
You better have a good reason for not telling me you knew Leone was escaping.
I've got a dead officer and a dead inmate.
And I don't have any answers. Do you?
I was trying to save an informant's life by keeping it secret.
Why would a man who's got three weeks to go try to break out?
We can ask him when we catch him.
Busted cable, utility corridor. He's going to the roof.
Bring up zone two.
Can't you get any more light in there?
Captain Meissner.
This is Osner. I'm in the well room.
Looks like this is where he went out.
Sir, that has got to be at least 200 yards underwater.
- Do you really think he made it? - Maybe not, Mr. Braden.
But until you bring me a body, I've got an escaped prisoner.
- This is Drumgoole. I want sector four. - Meissner, sector four.
- What do you have? - Right now, nothing, sir.
I'm thinking of calling in the local and state police.
No! No outside agencies. I repeat, no outside agencies.
This is an internal matter. He's alive, I want him.
- Arm a tactical squad and meet me. - Yes, sir.
Mr. Braden, you will continue this search.
You won't get away with it.
You know that, don't you?
I could've got out.
But I'm not going to spend my life...
... running from you.
Paul, look at this.
Get your ass inside.
Whoa, hold it.
- You can't use me as a hostage... - Shut up! Shut up!
You recognize that chair?
You built it, didn't you? Now get in there. Get in there!
Don't even think about moving.
You think you're gonna take me to hell, huh? I'll show you hell!
All right, over there.
Move your leg!
Dallas, he fried, the way you're gonna fry.
First Base, you took him downstairs, you broke his goddamn neck!
I'm gonna fry your brains. What do you know? It's a perfect fit.
Move! Move!
You can't make this work. You're not smart enough. You're stupid.
You're scum.
Shut up! I'll show you scum.
You can't kill a man. You're not a murderer. You don't have the guts.
Ten more years. Isn't that what you said?
How about 20?
How about 30?
No, it doesn't matter what they give me because you won't be satisfied...
... till you got me for life.
Make a hole.
Take it down!
I ain't doing life for nothing.
Come on. Lean on it, man!
They're gonna break that door down.
And they're going to take your skull apart!
You're going to beg me to let them kill you.
- Come on, break it down! - Meissner!
Harder, man. Harder!
Come on, lean on it.
No!
Take out the glass!
Shoot! Shoot me!
- Don't shoot! - Shoot!
He has his hand taped to the lever.
No!
- Don't shoot! - Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
Come on, shoot!
Hold your fire!
Relax. Just relax.
Glad you're here, Meissner. This wouldn't be official without witnesses.
He's bluffing. He's wants me to take responsibility for his escape attempt.
I don't want a confession. You set me up. You set everything up!
- I don't know what you're talking about. - I'm talking about Chink Weber!
The goons.
The cop that was gonna rape Melissa.
Dallas.
The killing of the kid.
Guilty on all counts.
Prove it! That's your problem. You can't prove anything.
I don't have to prove nothing. I came here for an execution.
I demand to be released from here!
No!
Don't do it, Leone. Don't do it. Take it easy.
You deserve payback.
Frank!
Please, Frank.
Don't kill me. It's true.
I confess, Mr. Meissner.
Everything that he said was true.
I set him up. Everything.
Please.
Don't kill me.
Don't...
See you in hell, Drumgoole.
Works better with this.
Take him to the hole, Mr. Meissner.
Mr. Braden, take the prisoner to the hole.
- Cuff him. - Yes, sir.
Somebody get me out of this chair.
Come on.
Thank you, Mr. Meissner. I said take him to the hole.
I can't do that.
Take the warden into custody.
- I said take him. What are you doing? - Cuff him.
Stop it! I am warden of this institution, and you will obey... Stop that!
That was just a stupid confession to try and save my life. Are you crazy?
No, but you are.
Until this matter's resolved in a judicial inquiry, you'll remain in our custody.
I'll have your ass for this.
I'll have your ass.
Move him!
I only wanted to do my time, captain.
You'll get your chance.
Move him.
Hey, Ernie.
Hang in there, Frank.
Hey, Frank?
- Eclipse. - Take care.
You too. Thanks a lot, big man.
Yeah. That okay?
It's all right.
Got this one from Fidel Castro himself.
- See you, big man. - Okay.
Hold it.
Crack the outside!
- Know what I'll miss most about you? - What's that?
Your incredible smile.
- Take care of yourself, Leone. - Thanks, captain.
Lock 'em!