All language subtitles for The.Last.Castle.2001.2160p.4K.BluRay.x265.10bit.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

[man] Take a look at a castle, any castle.

Now break down the key elements
that make it a castle.

They haven't changed in a thousand years.

One... location.

A site on high ground that commands
the territory as far as the eye can see.

Two... protection. Big walls.

Walls strong enough to withstand
a frontal attack.

Three... a garrison.

Men who are trained and willing to kill.

Four: a flag.

You tell your men,
"You're soldiers, and that's our flag."

You tell them, "Nobody takes our flag."

- One step forward.
- Forward!

[man] And you raise that flag so
it flies high where everyone can see it.

Now you've got yourself a castle.

The only difference
between this castle and all the rest

is that they were built
to keep people out.

This castle was built to keep people in.

[shouting, cheering]

[rap music playing]

- [men chattering]
- [man on PA: indistinct]

[rap music continues]

♪ In disguise, I can spot these guys
They know they need to shut the fuck up ♪

- [grunts]
- Come on!

Oh!

Get it! Get it!

Whoo! Come on!

Come on. Give me the ball.
Give me the ball, man.

Hey, give me the fucking ball.

You want the ball? Fuck you!

[knocking]

[woman, softly] Sir?

[louder] Sir?
A movement order just came in.

Give it to Captain Peretz, please.

Yeah, I'll take that, Sheila.

It's a category A transfer.

Let me see it.

[all shouting, arguing]

- [man] Fall out! Fall out!
- Play ball, man. Come on.

- [classical music playing]
- [Peretz] 1700 hours?

N-No, no, we're... we're prepared.

Well, it's just really fast. Okay.

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Are you sure you're positive about this?

Okay. Thank you.

Sir?

Sir?

[exhales] It's the real deal.

He is coming in at 1700 hours.

1700 hours today?

That's what they said, sir.

I don't understand. The trial began today.

Apparently,
he pled guilty and got ten years.

They're expediting his transfer
as a courtesy.

Oh, as a courtesy?

They should be naming a base
after the man,

not sending him here.

My God. Eugene Irwin.

We have a verdict.
We have a sentence. We have a prisoner.

We do our job...

whether we like it or not.

Puts us on our toes, though, doesn't it?

[man on PA] Escort detail report
to Gate A for prisoner.

Escort detail, prisoner on Gate A.

[gate buzzes]

[inmate] I give him a week.

- Till what?
- Till he scrags himself.

If the court-martial
didn't put him over the edge,

I guarantee you the shithouse will.

- A week?
- Six bundles.

Six? Let's make it ten.

- [inmate 1] All right. Make it ten then.
- [inmate 2] Ah, there we go.

Ten bundles. Mr. Dellwo.

A very specific man. Anybody else?

You guys have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

We'll make it like the final four.
Ten bundles a square. Who's in?

[chuckling]

I'm not gonna bet on whether or not
a man's gonna kill himself.

That's some creepy shit, pilot.

Besides, look at him. One week?
He's tougher than that.

[inmate 2] How much tougher?
Eight? Ten? What?

[inmate 3] Eight.

[inmate 2] Anyone else?

You're one ice-cold motherfucker, Yates.

I'm not betting he's gonna off himself.
I'm just playing the books.

What about you, Cutbush? I know you're in.

[Cutbush] Put me in for a week and a half.

- [Yates] A week and a half?
- Wallace?

[Wallace] Go ahead.

I have the transfer A to the PRU now.

- [Wallace] Copy that. PRU standing by.
- [woman] One wallet... leather.

- Family photos?
- [Irwin] My daughter.

- Grandson.
- Would you like to keep these?

Um, that's an authorized item.

I'd appreciate that.

One set of keys. Glasses.

Uh, I'm going to need your ring.

Thank you. Oh.

Actually, you can keep that.
Academy rings are authorized.

Three stars. Two sets.

Looks like that's everything.

So, uh...

[knocking]

[Peretz] Sir? Prisoner Irwin is outside.

[man] Five minutes.

Five minutes.

You can put that down if you want.

- You talking to me?
- Yes.

[box thuds]

I know what you're thinking.

Do I salute you, or do you salute me?

Well, the answer is neither.

My men salute me, of course,
and each other according to rank,

but there is no saluting
by the general prison population.

Well, first things first. Are you hungry?

- No.
- Are you sure?

- Mondays are our Salisbury steak night.
- [snickers]

- Always a cause for celebration.
- Indeed. Indeed.

Um, may I offer you some lemonade?

Thank you.

Just be a minute, sir.

- Prisoner Aguilar.
- Yes, sir?

If you'll step over here, I'll give you
a basic layout of the facility.

The building we're in now
is the administration building.

That building there houses the tiers.

That's where you
and the other inmates will live.

The building next to it is the laundry,
where I've had you assigned.

Oh, that is the old blockhouse wall.

It's all that's left
of the original prison from the 1870s.

I could've removed it, but I thought it
was important to keep a sense of history,

so I asked the men to rebuild it.

They seem to enjoy it.

- It's a matter of some pride now.
- [knocking]

- Sir?
- Yes? Please, on the table there.

Please.

[Peretz] Come on. Let's go.

I personally meet with every new inmate
here at the prison.

Usually downstairs.

And I ask them a question:

"What do you expect
from your time here at the castle?"

Nothing. Just to do my time and go home.

Perfect. That is the perfect answer.

And now I have what may seem
under the circumstances a bizarre request.

I have a collection of most
of the seminal books on warfare,

including The Burden of Command.

I was wondering if you would do me
the honor of signing it.

- Certainly.
- Thank you.

Captain Peretz.

- Yes, sir?
- Two minutes.

That's impressive.

Yeah. It's a great collection, isn't it?

Yeah, sure.

That's a Minié ball from Shiloh,
used in battle.

Grant lost 13,000 men at Shiloh.

Suppose this got one of 'em?

Never know. Do you?

I mean, do you collect anything?

[Irwin] No. Just a few coins from some
of the countries I've traveled to.

My father didn't care
for military collections.

I guess it stuck with me.

Any man with a collection like this

is a man who's never set foot
on a battlefield.

To him, a minié ball
from Shiloh is just an artifact.

And to a combat vet...

it's a hunk of metal that caused
some poor bastard a world of pain.

I must have mis-shelved it, your book.

We'll do it another time.

No, please, please. Allow me.

Sir, lights out in five.
Do I hold the lock?

No. No. We are, uh... We're through here.

Prisoner Aguilar, what are you doing?

You do not salute this man.
This man has no rank.

Saluting amongst prisoners is prohibited.

[stammering] Yes, sir.
But I was saluting you.

Take the prisoners to their cells,
Captain.

Yes, sir.

Thank you for your hospitality, Colonel.

You're welcome.

[man on PA] Inmates,
one step to the rear. Ho!

- [guard] Shut the doors!
- [bell rings]

[Peretz] This is C block.

You're gonna be in cell 345.

- You get to shower every other day.
- [prisoners chattering]

- [shouting]
- Okay, hold up.

Peretz, you fuck! I'm gonna kill you!

[guard] Shut up, Beaupre.

[shouting continues]

[Peretz] The yellow line
you do not cross while in formation.

During the day you are free to be
in this area we're walking in right now.

Showers on both sides.

- [inmate] Those stars don't mean shit now.
- Mail room to your right.

You're allowed one book in your cell
in addition to the Bible.

We're gonna go up here, then make a right.

[inmate 2] I've got eight bundles on you.
You won't last three weeks!

[inmate 3] No, no, no.
You got to hold out for five.

[Peretz] Visitors once a week.

- [Peretz] That was on Monday.
- [laughter]

345. Crash 345.

[bell rings]

[inmates continue shouting]

[inmate 4] All right, General.
You killed a whole... whole squad.

That's what I heard.

That right, General?

- [Peretz] First call: 0600.
- [inmate 5] What'd you do, man?

- [inmate 6] What you here for, man?
- Close 345.

- [inmate 7] How many did you kill?
- [bell rings]

[inmate 8] Welcome to the castle, baby!

- [knocking]
- [Peretz] Sir?

Sir?

[exhales] Prisoner Irwin's in his cell.

He's really something, isn't he?

[colonel] Mm.

Would you like the end-of-day report, sir?

Is everyone where they're supposed to be?

- Yes, sir.
- Then skip it.

Very good, Colonel.

Is there anything else?

Tomorrow, put out only one basketball.

[rap music playing]

What's up?

- You just hit a brick wall, baby.
- Nigga, why you fucking doin' that shit?

- Come on, little brother.
- Get your hands off me!

- What you doing, blowing kisses at me?
- Come on!

[inmates shouting, cheering]

[whistles]

Three-to-one on the little man.

[all shouting]

Get him! Yeah!

Come on, Thumper. Kill him!

Come on, bitch!

Come on!

- [grunts]
- Three on tall.

What are you doing?

- Man, you don't like it, Doc, take a walk.
- What are you doing?

You're fuckin' sick, Yates.

[classical music playing]

You see how easy it is to manipulate men?

Someone should write a paper on it.

[shouting continues]

Come on, man! Whoop his ass.
Whoop his ass!

Come on, bitch!

Get in there.

- [cheering]
- [grunts]

[classical music continues]

Hold.

[all clamoring]

Come on!

Come on, bitch! Swing it. Swing it!

End it.

Sound the horn.

[alarm blaring]

[guard] On the ground now!

[man on PA] All inmates remain
on the ground in the prone position.

[guard] Get the hell down now!

- Thumper, get down!
- [Thumper] I didn't mean it!

[inmates shouting]

- Get down, Thumper!
- Yes, sir.

♪ I don't know, but I've been told... ♪

- [shouting continues]
- No! I didn't do anything!

♪ Aerosol black is as good as gold ♪

Thumper, get down!

♪ Sound off ♪

- [Thumper groans]
- [body thuds]

[alarm fades]

- [gunshot]
- [inmate] Oh, shit!

[rifle clicks, shell casing clatters]

[classical music continues]

- Watch where you're going.
- Kiss my ass!

Don't worry about it.
We'll handle this shit later.

[inmate] Damn nigger!

- [inmate 2] What?
- [inmate 1] You heard me!

[inmate 2] Say it to my face,
you white bitch!

I'm gonna kick
your white ass through the air!

[inmate 1] Shut the fuck up!

What the fuck you doing, beano? Hey!

I said, what the fuck are you doing?

- T-The mortar's weak, Beaupre.
- [Beaupre] Don't worry about it.

- Mind your own business.
- Cool out, man.

Shut the fuck up,
or I'll stick this in your neck.

[Cutbush] They'll throw you
back in the hole.

It's all w-weak.

You don't need to worry about the mortar.

- M-My daddy's...
- Spit it out.

My daddy's a mason.

I don't give a fuck
if your dad built the pyramids.

Whites work the wall, period.

Get back on spic duty and bring me
some rocks before I give you a slap.

- They won't set.
- Hey, hey, hey.

What did I just tell you?
What did I just tell you?

We're only doing this to keep
Johnny-fucking-eyeballs off our back.

Don't make me tell you again,
you simple prick.

- Back the fuck off!
- Beaupre! Knock it off.

What?

Big hero.

Don't worry about me
going back to the hole.

[chattering]

How you doing?

You probably don't remember me,
but I served under you in the Gulf.

Dr. Thomas Bernard, 33rd Medical Unit.

That's right.

Actually, it's Lee Bernard,
but close enough.

You were arrested for possession
of hashish, as I remember.

- That's right.
- It was a small amount, as I recall.

- You don't get sent here for that.
- No, no. You don't.

There was more to it than that.
Hey, Thumper.

- I was able to get you an aspirin.
- Thanks.

[exhales] I got shot
with a real bullet once, Doc.

Didn't hurt this much.

That's the upside of real bullets.

They cut through flesh,
hit fewer nerve endings.

Downside is they kill you.

Of course,
so do the rubber ones sometimes.

[Thumper] Hell of a downside.

Hey, Doc, you think I might get
one of them Purple Hearts?

[Doc] Absolutely, Thumper. Take it easy.
I'll try to get you more.

Thumper, you know Winter played us
with that "one basketball" shit.

Come on, man.

General, sir.

Don't call me sir.
I'm not a general anymore.

- Can we at least talk to you?
- About what?

You still got friends
in the Pentagon, right?

You could talk to them.

I'm a little hazy on the subject matter.

What happened today
happens all the time, sir.

Let me get this straight.
You mean there's violence?

[Dellwo] Yeah.

In a prison packed with violent criminals.

- [Doc] That's not what we're saying.
- No. There's been...

How many this year, Doc?

Um, 13 men down,
11 of them were critical injuries...

Stop your fucking whining.
Listen to yourselves.

Then he only gives us
the most basic medical treatment.

Completely substandard services.

- Substandard services?
- Yes. Substandard services.

It's fucked-up shit, man.

I had a friend in Hanoi

who had to repair his own fractured tibia.

You cannot begin to compare what went on
in a foreign POW camp 30 years ago...

No, you can't compare.

I've led real soldiers
in more difficult situations than this.

But you're not real soldiers anymore,

and neither am I.

There have been murders.

Do you know what happens when you take
a rubber bullet to the head?

The lights go out.

Twice in the last year
there have been accidents

where men have been
hit in the head and killed.

Nothing can be proven.

We're talking about expert marksmen
shooting from minimal distances.

The guards just say
the guys turned his head and boom.

It's not a random thing.
You get on Winter's bad side, you're done.

When you're doing combat duty,
after a while...

life just becomes snapshots.

Most of them horrible.

But not all of them.
Three years ago in Bosnia,

I was driving a small unit
through an IFOR town,

and I saw something pretty interesting.

I saw an old man sitting
on a bombed-out porch

playing a game of dominoes
with what I presume is his grandson.

When I saw that, I thought, you know,
it's my turn.

I didn't retire after that,
as I should have.

I took one last assignment.

It was a mistake.

So, gentlemen, I'm done.

I'm not fighting anyone
or anything anymore.

I'm doing my time here,
I'm going home, and God willing,

I'm gonna sit on the porch and play
dominoes with my grandson,

who I've never met.

What did I fucking tell you, Doc?

You call a three-star general "man"?
Why don't you call him "dude"?

[man on PA] Attention inmates: The library
will close early tonight at 1700hours.

The library will close early tonight
at 1700 hours.

- Watch yourself, snitch.
- Fuck off.

- Snitch.
- Hey, Yates, everything all right?

- Okay.
- [inmate] My boy say you got a nice ass.

I got a guy in 129 who's way behind,
telling me stories.

- How late is he?
- Three weeks.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I'm telling you now.

Yates, no way that was a touchdown, baby.
That was a fucked-up call.

Keep that shit on the down-low.
They're all fucked-up calls.

How you doing?

So we lost, 22 to 20.

Army-Navy game.

Class of '92.

I met you once when I was a kid.

1981. It was a welcome-back celebration
at the White House for the POWs.

My father was with you in Hanoi.

- What's your name?
- Yates.

Yates? Sam Yates?

That's right.

- Good man.
- Nah, he wasn't.

After 30 years, everyone's a good man.

- The law.
- Hmm.

How is he? How's your dad?

He's not too good. He's dead.

I'm sorry. What happened?

Came home.

Illingworth, Irwin, Jacobson...

You're late. You have five minutes left.
Find your visitor.

- Five minutes left.
- [chattering]

- Eugene Irwin, three-star general, yo.
- You're kidding, man.

- No, I'm serious.
- Man.

Rosalie?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- It's good of you to come.
- Thank you.

Was it hard getting here?

Um, I missed a turn.

It's just good to see you.

- How's Ben?
- Fine.

- Good?
- Mm-hmm.

School okay? Grades?

Um, well, he's in first grade. [chuckles]

Oh! Well, do you have a picture of him?

No. No.

The one I have is two years old.
He must've changed a lot since then.

And how are you, Rosalie?

Um...

- Look, Dad...
- Uh-oh.

- "Look, Dad."
- I just... I can't do this.

I can't do this small-talk thing with you.

The whole drive over here,
I was trying to think, what...

What am I gonna say?
What can we talk about beyond the weather

and "how's Ben," and I just went blank.

Do I... Do I intimidate you?

- Intimidate me?
- I guess that's the downside

of having a "Yes, sir, no, sir"
military father, but I tried not to...

You weren't a father at all.

God, I'm sorry.

I don't want to whine.
I'm not here to be cruel.

You are a great man.

And you've done so much for this country.

- But?
- No. No "but."

No "but."

Just, this isn't the place.

Well, it's the only place
I've got right now, Rose.

Why did you call me, Dad?

Why? I don't know you. You don't know me.

What did you think, asking me here?

That I'd come every Sunday
and maybe I'd bring Ben

and he would sit and color
while we talked?

You know, there was a time.

When I was about 20, I had a whole list
of things I was gonna say to you.

- [bell rings]
- Those days are gone.

[guard] The visitation session is over.
Please conclude your visits.

- [inmate] It isn't enough time, man.
- Let's go, folks. Let's go.

I'm sorry you're in this place.

And I wish you the best.

[inmate] Bye, now. I'll see you later.

I wish you the best.

I guess you figured out
what to say after all. [chuckles]

- I guess I did.
- Be all right if I wrote? Is that okay?

There are some things
I'd like to tell you.

When I was in first grade,
I got straight A's.

[inmate] Come on. Let's go.

- [Aguilar] Afternoon, sir.
- Don't call me that. I'm not...

Put your hand down.

- Permission to speak, sir.
- What?

I just wanted to say,
welcome to the castle, sir.

It's good to have you aboard, sir.

Aboard? You Navy puke, son?

No, no, sir. I was in the Corps.

What rank were you when you were arrested?

I was a c-c-c...

It's either colonel or corporal.
I'm guessing corporal.

Yes, sir.

Why are you here? What did you do?

Well, that's just it.

I di-didn't do nothing.

It was a mistake.

Oh. Okay.

[man on PA]
Medication call is in five minutes.

I h-hurt someone real bad.

How long have you been here?

- Two years.
- And how long do you have?

- How much longer?
- Four years, eight months, eleven days.

And this mistake? You've just the one?

Just-Just one.

- Just one day in your life?
- Ju-Ju-Ju...

No. Take your time.

Got plenty of that.

Just five seconds, sir.

You're a marine for what,
one or two years?

And you're a violent criminal
for five seconds?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, according to my calculations,

that makes you mostly marine.

About 98%, I'd say.

- Yes, sir.
- Then why not act like one? Stand tall.

This thing you're doing with your hand,
grabbing your hair, what's that?

- That was a salute.
- A sa...

[laughs] Oh, no. I don't think so.

- You know where saluting comes from?
- No, sir.

It comes from medieval times.

Two knights would approach
each other on horseback.

They would raise their visors
and show their faces.

It's like they're saying,
"This is who I am.

I'm not the enemy, and I'm not afraid."

A salute's about respect, son.

Respect for yourself,
the service and the flag.

- [knocking]
- [Irwin] If you're gonna do this...

[Peretz] Sir, you wanted to see me?

Sir?

Come.

Look at that.

- Oh, man.
- No, no, no.

At the war college,
his very name was spoken with a reverence,

as if the syllables themselves conveyed
what it meant to be a soldier.

Now here he is,

commanding an army of one:
the stuttering monkey.

I can't even watch.

I discussed the regulations
on saluting with Aguilar, did I not?

- [Peretz] Yes, sir.
- Remind him again, effectively.

[shivering]

[air horn blaring]

[guard] Let's go, lockdown!
Come on, man. Let's go!

Put your hand down.

Put it down.

- You don't have to do this.
- Prisoner Irwin, what are you doing?

- He doesn't have to do this.
- Look, just step back in the prison...

Son, I know a thing or two about
the disciplining of soldiers.

- Prisoner Aguilar, resume your punishment.
- The punishment is over.

Aguilar, I'm warning you...

- [whistle blows]
- [guard] Stand down, prisoner!

You're better than this.

- Okay, okay. That's enough.
- [alarm blaring]

[buzzes]

[man on PA] All inmates remain
on the ground in the prone position.

All inmates remain on the ground
in the prone position.

[guard] Stay down! Everybody stay down!

- What is happening here?
- Sir, this prisoner was interfering

with the corporal punishment
of prisoner Aguilar.

Prisoner Irwin,

I understand your coming here
must be a big adjustment for you.

To go from commanding
thousands of troops in battle

to having no war to fight and no one
to follow you must not be easy.

However, I do ask that you learn
how things are done around here

and try to set an example
for the other men.

Saluting is prohibited.
Aguilar was saluting.

He is being disciplined.
Surely you understand that.

Captain,
take the prisoner back to his cell.

Yes, sir.

Sir? May the prisoner speak, sir?

Yes.

According to the manual of conduct,

the corporal punishment for a prisoner
begun on the day shift

cannot exceed
the following morning's horn.

Prisoner Irwin, you are absolutely right.

Thank you for bringing that
to my attention.

Captain. Captain.

Yes, sir.

[Winter speaking, indistinct]

Prisoner Irwin, under no circumstances

is an inmate allowed
to make physical contact with an officer.

You have violated
the USMCF Manual of Conduct.

And this violation requires discipline.

- [inmate] I don't think so.
- [inmate 2] All day long, man.

[Yates] What's going on?

[Doc] Winter's got him
on rock and roll detail.

Is he not going to make it?

No way. Three-two against.

[Beaupre] Get the fuck out of here, Yates.

Come on, you guys.
Those stones weigh 25 pounds apiece.

It's gonna be 85 degrees by noon,
and we have 2,000% humidity.

The guy's not gonna make the day.

- Everyone paid up this week, Yates?
- Yeah, we're good.

Double or nothing against.
No way he's gonna make it.

[Yates] Beaupre, 12.
Double or nothing, against.

Hey, hey, hey.

[all shouting]

- [Yates] Who's down for ten?
- [inmate] Yes.

[Yates] For what?

[applause]

At least take some water.
If you're dehydrated, you're gonna drop.

- Can he take it off, boss?
- Captain?

You can take off your shirt if you want.

[inmate] What the fuck is that?

Electrical burn scars.

- How long was he in there?
- Six years. Could've got out in four.

They offered him a four release,
but he stayed six.

He said he wouldn't leave without his men.

[inmate] Come on, baby! Drop that rock!

[inmates cheering in distance]

- [inmate] Come on, General. You can do it.
- [inmate 2] Come on! Come on, baby!

[inmate 3] Push that rock!

[cheering continues]

Kind of tired, sir.
Why don't you call it quits?

[inmate 4] Don't listen to him, sir.
It's not that hot.

Why don't you call it quits, sir?

Go, General! Come on, baby!

Come on. One more rock! You got it, sir!

- [inmate 5] You've got this!
- [inmate 6] Yes!

[all clamoring]

That's it. It's over. Somebody pushed me.
That's it. He's down.

- Jesus. Come on, Beaupre.
- He can't go on like that.

- It's all over. Stay down.
- Look at me.

- Follow it.
- [Beaupre] It's all done. All over.

It's all over. Yates, 36 packs you owe me.

How many?

- Four.
- What day is it?

Saturday.

- He's fine.
- [all cheering]

[grunts]

Yeah!

[inmates chanting] Go! Go! Go!

[cheering]

[cheering continues]

Yes, sir.

[whistle blowing]

The discipline order
was horn-to-horn labor.

Doesn't matter where the stones are.
You have to continue.

What's he supposed to do, Captain?
He just moved the whole goddamn pile.

Well, he can move 'em back.

- [exhales]
- [Yates] Bets are still on.

- Seven-two, against.
- You're a fuckin' snake, man.

Don't bet if you don't want to.

- Yates, four in favor.
- Four in favor, Aguilar.

Four in favor!

Who's down for ten?

The horn. They're holding the horn.

Winter's holding the horn.
That ain't right.

- Son of a bitch.
- [grunts]

- [horn blaring]
- [guard] All right.

Everybody to the tiers for count!
Let's go! Move it!

[man on PA] Inmates will move
to tiers for face-to-badge count.

Inmates will report to the tiers
for face-to-badge count.

Why would you kill yourself
to help him with his wall?

It's not his wall. It's your wall.

Prisoner Irwin, let's go.

The commandant would like to see you.

[sighs]

They clean you up okay?

Yes.

The cut above your eye,
it's not too serious, I hope.

I'm okay.

[sighs] Well, I am sorry about this.

It's a standard cooling-off period
after a punishment detail.

I hope you understand
I did this for the men.

- The men?
- Yes, to show them.

To show them that you are
no different than they are.

Your new friend, Aguilar, he took
a claw hammer to his platoon leader.

He maimed him in a "fit of rage."

[sighs] Whenever I am filled with doubt,

whenever sentiment creeps in...

I just have to open an inmate's file
and see what he's done.

I see what he's capable of.
I see the worst in him.

And that makes my job easier.

It crystallizes my mission.

- Take him back to the tiers.
- Yes, sir.

Hold on.

Sergeant, taking him to cell 345.

Very well, Private.

[inmates tapping in unison]

[tapping grows louder]

[inmate] General!

[inmate 2] Good night, guys.

Your winnings.

My winnings?

Aguilar placed a bet for you.

Four bundles at seven-to-two,
two bundles at eleven-to-one.

That's 36 bundles.

You could get yourself thrown out of
the Hall of Fame for betting on yourself.

Corporal Aguilar.

Would you pass these out to the men?
I don't smoke.

Thank you, sir.

So you're the gambler.

Nah, I don't gamble.
I'm just the bookkeeper.

Yeah? I hear you're running
a suicide pool on me.

- That's right.
- Any squares left?

[chuckles] Yeah, there's one. Nine weeks.

- How much to enter?
- No way, man.

Knowing you,
you'd off yourself just to win the bet.

Oh, not me. I bet on myself, it's to win.

Yeah, you don't always win.

[chuckles] No.

Clearly not.

You know, my father said
you kept him alive in Hanoi.

He said you kept all those guys alive.

Nah.

When you're tortured,
the first thing they do

is try to break down your sense of self,
and I broke in Hanoi.

For weeks, the last thing in my mind
was self-preservation.

In fact, I prayed for death every night.

And the only thing that kept me
from answering those prayers

were the voices of the men in
the other rooms, your father among them.

I don't care what you've heard, Yates.
They kept me alive.

Not the other way around.

[Beaupre] Hey! Sir?

- You cost me my whole stash of smokes.
- Oh. Well, I'm sorry about that.

Well, you win some, you lose some, right?

What did you mean earlier
about it being our wall?

I mean, it's Winter's wall.

That fuck just makes us work it
to keep us occupied.

It's like we're a bunch of little kids
or something.

In 1870, there was nothing here.

The original prison was built
by prisoners. I want to show...

I want to show you something
I found the other day.

Where...

Oh, here it is.

You see this?

"Private A.J. Beck, 1912-1923."

Now, why do you suppose Private Beck...

What do you think he was doing,
building his own prison?

How the fuck do I know?

Well, I don't know either,
but I can make a guess.

My guess is, he wasn't building a prison.

My guess is,
he was building something else.

They may have told him to build a prison,
but, in his own mind,

he was raising walls to protect himself.

My guess is, he was building a castle.

That's a castle?

Yeah, it could be.

- Could be, if somebody rebuilt it.
- How we supposed to do that, sir?

How are you supposed to do that?
I don't know anything about walls.

Why don't you ask pri... Ask Aguilar.

His dad's a mason.

[grunting]

[inmates cheering]

[laughing]

Niebolt!

Good morning, sir.

What happened here?

The prisoners, they knocked it down, sir.

- Why?
- Irwin, he told them to.

Thank you.

Beau-Beaupre?

What's up, Aguilar?

Th-That's not the right rock.

Cutbush, you believe this kid?

Yeah, he seems to know his shit, you know?

All right, Aguilar. I'll bite.

Bring me the right rock.

O-Okay.

You need a rock with a flat edge,

because-because that one's jagged.

The jagged ones go in the middle.

The middle? All right.

Bring me another one.

But if I keep getting you the flat rocks,
you'll never learn...

I'll get you one more, okay, Beaupre?

Mr. Aguilar, it looks good.

Thanks, Chief.

[inmate] Morning, Chief.

♪ Molly be damned
Smote Jimmy the Harp ♪

♪ With a horrid little pistol
Anda lariat ♪

♪ She's goin' to the bottom
She's goin' down the drain ♪

♪ Said she wasn't big enough to carry it ♪

♪ She gotta get behind the mule... ♪

That's a good one.
Pu-Put that on the outside.

♪ She gotta get behind the mule ♪

♪ In the morning and plow ♪

♪ You gotta get behind the mule ♪

♪ In the morning and plow ♪

I'm impressed. Pretty handy with a trowel.

- Good work, you guys.
- You know it, Chief.

- Nice work.
- Thanks, Chief.

What do you think?

I think she's beautiful.

- That's the word.
- Eighteen courses in one week.

Aguilar...

I'm proud of you, and you should be proud.

Men did good, huh?

They did.

Now, listen.
Be sure to leave a window, a portal, okay?

- Every castle has one.
- [Beaupre] Aguilar?

Excuse me, Chief.
Aguilar, come here a minute.

Go ahead.

- You like that?
- [Beaupre] Guys, hold up a minute.

Hold up the work.

- [Aguilar] Hey, Sport.
- [Beaupre] Hold up.

Maybe you should go first.

Put your name in the wall, I mean.
Hey, hold up on the work.

Come on. Put your name right in here.

Spell it out. A.

[stutters] G-G-G.

[guard] Scumbags are having at it, sir.

- [Winter] Really?
- [guard] Yes, sir.

They're calling Irwin "Chief."
That's the word they got for general.

They got substitute names
for the other ranks, too, sir.

Anybody who was a captain is "Boss."
Sergeants are "Sport." Privates are "Pal."

Playing soldier, sir.

- Hearts and minds.
- Sir?

He's building a structure of loyalty.

He's offering them self-respect

in exchange for obedience.

The general is building himself an army.

He can have their hearts and minds, sir,
as long as we got 'em by the balls.

- Well put, Corporal.
- Thank you, sir.

Captain.

- [Winter] Bring him to my office.
- [Peretz] Who, sir?

[Winter] The prince of Venezuela.
Who do you think?

- [Peretz] General Irwin?
- [Winter] Mister Irwin.

[Winter] When you first arrived here,
I asked you a question.

Apparently I need to ask it again.

What do you want from your time here
at the castle, Mr. Irwin?

And my answer is the same as it was then:
Do my time. Go home.

So you say, but everything
you have done has contradicted that.

[sighs] These men are not here
for unpaid parking fines and traffic...

I'm under no illusion
why the men are here, Colonel.

I just think they might be reminded

about some good things they've done
rather than only the worst.

Yes, that is something
my predecessor used to say.

In his last two years here,
there were seven escape attempts,

12 injury assaults on officers and NCOs,
including one killed.

Since I've assumed command,
there have been zero escape attempts,

zero injury assaults, zero fatalities.

Some may question my methods,
but they do work.

No soldier has ever died needlessly
under my command, Mr. Irwin.

See, I too share the burden of command.

You may not think that
I've ever set foot on a battlefield,

but that's because you've never sat
behind this desk. This desk.

My men and I are vastly outnumbered.

We spend every day behind enemy lines.

Because, make no mistake about it,
Mr. Irwin, they are the enemy.

But I don't need to justify myself to you,
do I?

I don't know. Do you?

This wall...

that has become the focus
of so much tension and turmoil...

Well, in about two minutes,
there will be no more wall.

[door buzzes]

- [horn honks]
- [guard] Back away from the wall at once.

Away from the wall. Back away!

- Come on!
- [bulldozer advancing]

[Niebolt] Back away from the wall.

Come on!

Aguilar! Aguilar, damn it!

What is he doing?

Sound the horn.

[alarm blaring]

Agui... Get down!

[man on PA] All inmates remain...

[Niebolt] Aguilar, get down!

What the hell are you doing?
Get down, Aguilar.

- [Aguilar] No!
- Get down!

[inmate] Hey, what are you doing, Ramon?
Get down!

- Aguilar, get down!
- Get down!

Aguilar, get the hell down!

- Zamorro.
- Yes, sir.

You bet, sir.

- [inmate] What the hell are you doing?
- Get down!

- Aguilar, get down!
- Get down!

[gunshot]

[alarm winds down]

[Doc] Sir? Permission
to examine the prisoner, sir.

[Niebolt] Doc!

- [Doc] Sir?
- [Niebolt] Come on!

[cell door closes]

[inmates chattering]

- Dellwo.
- Sir?

- You're a sergeant major?
- I was.

Prisoners! Fall in!

I said, fall in!

Let's go, ladies! Now! Now! Now!

All right! Let's fall in!

Fall in! We don't got all day!
Come on. Fall in!

You look like a bunch of old women!

Fall in, goddamn it!

Fall in! Now! Now!

Now!

- Scumbags runnin' the asylum?
- [chuckles] Maybe.

Some may think
to be remembered in this way

would be a disgrace to a soldier.

But this is not a disgrace.

The greatest monuments to fallen men
are not made in marble.

They're deep in the sea,
deep in the jungles,

on foreign battlefields,

a rifle driven into the ground
with a helmet on top and some tags.

And that is the tribute
that this man has earned.

Gentlemen, Corporal Ramon Aguilar,
United States Marine Corps.

[Irwin] ♪ From the halls of Montezuma ♪

♪ To the shores of Tripoli ♪

♪ We fight our country's battles ♪

♪ In the air, on land and sea ♪

♪ First to fight for right and freedom ♪

♪ And to keep our honor clean ♪

♪ We are proud to claim the title ♪

♪ Of United States Marines ♪

♪ Duh-duh, da, da, da, da
Da, duh-duh ♪

♪ Na, na-na, na, na-na, na... ♪

- [snickers]
- [Peretz] Sir, do you...

[singing continues]

[vocalizing "Marines' Hymn"]

Sound the chow horn.

- Sir, you still have about ten minutes.
- Sound it.

Yes, sir.

[vocalizing continues]

[horn blaring]

[vocalizing stops]

Present arms!

Fall out!

[man on PA] Chow call.
All inmates report to the mess hall.

Chow call.
All inmates report to the mess hall.

So, tell me again.
Why is it Aguilar had to die?

- [inmate] You believe us now?
- [Irwin] I believe you now.

Very good.

You have checkmate in five moves.

Looks that way, sir.

Why are you moving
if I have checkmate in five moves?

'Cause I have checkmate in three.

[inmate] Shall we, uh, call it a draw?

[Winter] If you'll excuse us, Mr...

[Peretz] Enriquez. Let's go. Move it out.

[sighs deeply]

Your, uh...

grandson.

Yes.

Very cute.

Five?

Four when that picture was taken.

- Oh.
- Six now.

It was unfortunate about...

Aguilar.

But tough decisions do go with the job.

The... burden of command, correct?

[exhales] Look.

These salutes,
I've given them some thought.

Technically,
they are not a violation of regulations.

So if the inmates can confine themselves

to a simple hand movement
through the hair...

I see no problem with it.

And if the men want to call you Chief,
well, that's fine.

Free speech and all that.

Okay, then.

No, not okay.

It's too late, Colonel.

- It's too late for what?
- For your offer.

The men don't want to salute.

They don't want to use rank.

They don't want better food.
They don't want more TV.

They just want your resignation. So do I.

- My resignation?
- You're a disgrace, Colonel.

A disgrace to the uniform.

You should not be allowed
to retain your command.

Well, then I'd better go pack.

I think you should.

Oh?

Tell me, Mr. Irwin,
what's to stop me from just

placing you in the hole for, say,
six months?

Nothing.

If that's the way you want to win.

[Peretz] Sir, if I can make a suggestion.

- Maybe we should isolate prisoner Irwin...
- Get me General Wheeler.

[inmates shouting]

[Peretz] Yes, sir.

[Winter] Two weeks ago, I watched
as he marched a man up and down the yard.

A minor eccentricity. Fine.

Since then, he's been acting as though

he still has a command
in some fantasy army.

And yesterday...

I don't think you'd want to make general.

You wouldn't want to give up
all these perks, would you?

[laughs]

Go on, go on.

Yesterday, Mr. Irwin told me
that he required my resignation.

Frankly,
I think he's started to lose the plot.

You saying he's delusional?

I'm saying he needs
professional psychiatric help.

He's sick and becoming pathetic.

Uh, you might want to be
a little more careful in your word choice.

That sick, pathetic man
put this star on my shoulder.

Yes, sir. I know.

And I also know
that you sat in on his court-martial.

And don't talk about things
that are above your pay grade.

- Hmm?
- Yes, sir.

General Wheeler,
I admire the man as much as you do,

so I want to see
that he gets the best care possible,

and I'm not sure
this is the right place for that.

All right. Well, let me see him.

- [door buzzes]
- [door opens]

Do we read the rules, sir?

Read 'em.

Well, sir, normally for a contact visit,

folks are limited to one embrace
at the beginning and one at the end.

And, uh, hands must be visible
at all times, also.

I guess that rules out the hand job.

[laughs]

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Permission to be seated, sir.
- Permission granted.

- What are you doing here, Jim?
- I'm here to see if you've lost your mind.

[chuckles]

He should be available later.
I can take a mes... Hold on.

Good morning, Miss Kelly.

- Jim... Jim, yeah.
- [Cutbush] Miss Kelly?

- Hold on a second.
- I got everything here

- but the athletic gear.
- I found that...

I found that top one laying
on the floor in the hallway.

Hold on one second. What, Danny?

I found that top one laying
on the floor in the hallway.

Fine. Thanks, Danny.

Uh, yeah. We just need you to send him
up here as soon as possible.

[phone ringing]

He's saying you're delusional,

that you're acting as if
you're still in command of an army.

He's saying I'm delusional
because he wants me gone.

[sighs]

[Wheeler] Now,
if you had ironclad evidence

of Winter killing a man
in cold blood for no good reason,

then I could do something, maybe.

Outside of that,
the man's been investigated three times.

He's been exonerated three times.

And as far as Washington is concerned,
he's doin' a superb job.

- [chuckles]
- Yeah. And you're a convicted criminal.

- You could get another investigation.
- Yes, I could.

But without any new evidence,
what would be the point?

And besides that, Gene, honestly,
I don't give a rat's ass.

I don't care.

What I care about is you
and getting you out.

Haven't you punished yourself enough?

- What I did was wrong, Jim.
- [Peretz] All teams.

All teams, this is a full SORT alert.

Repeat:
All teams, this is a full SORT alert.

[shouting]

I cannot let this continue.

Now, you will get out of here,

and you will go spend some time
with your daughter and your grandson.

I can have my staff write a compassionate
release on medical grounds.

- It can say whatever you want it to say.
- There's nothing wrong with me.

For Christ's sake, will you work with me?

There is nothing wrong with me.

I see no indication of anything, sir.

Of course not. He'll keep it hidden
till the last possible second.

[Peretz] Red team, go.

[guard] Go, go, go!

Gene, what the hell is this about?

Is this about control? Because you know
no castle can have two kings.

Go, go, go, go, go!

[guard] Get down! On the floor, now!

- General, come with us.
- What are you doing?

[alarm blares]

[man on PA] All inmates remain
on the ground in the prone position.

All inmates remain on the ground...

What is this!

What is this, for Christ's sake?

- [shouting continues]
- [door slams]

Go! Let's go! Go, go, go, go!

[man on PA] All inmates remain
on the ground in the prone position.

Fire!

[screaming]

Sir? Tear gas?

Return to hangar. Nothing is happening.

It was a bluff.

Ted, you can take her home.
Return to hangar.

You thought he was gonna try
to take me hostage?

Yes. It was a precautionary move.

What the hell kind of grab-ass unit
are you running here, Colonel?

Sir, at 11:58 this morning,

I received a letter stating
that a group of inmates were planning on

taking you hostage at 12:10.

I thought it prudent to act immediately
to ensure your safety.

I've been hearing some pretty disturbing
things about what goes on in here.

Now I'm hearing it from a man I trust
and whose opinion I respect.

- May I speak freely, sir?
- Yes, you may.

With all due respect, General,

I don't know
what you may have been hearing.

But until you've spent some time
in the yard with those animals,

you have no idea what happens in there.

Point taken, Colonel.

Nevertheless, if I hear one more story

about a man dying under your command,
you are through here.

Do you understand me?

Yes, sir.

All right.

As far as Gene Irwin is concerned, it is
my judgment he is as sane as you or I.

I wish he wasn't. He is.

Frankly, I'd like nothing more
than an excuse to get him out of here.

But I see the only way
that's gonna happen is if you request it.

That is true, sir.

So you just...

You tell me you can't handle him.
He's gone.

Oh, I think I can handle him, sir.

You watch yourself, Colonel.

[Winter] "Eugene R. Irwin...

Lieutenant General, United States Army,

in direct contravention
of an order to evacuate Burundi

by his commander in chief"...

That is the president,
for those of you who do not know.

..."selected a platoon of men to extract
Jackson Ngwe, a local warlord.

Disregarding reliable intelligence,

General Irwin's reconnaissance team
entered the ville at 0300.

Eight men were captured and executed."

Disregarding...

reliable intelligence...

eight men were executed.

What I want you men to understand
is what the consequences can be...

when you choose to follow
a man who is motivated

solely by his pride.

A man who will do anything
for one more victory notch on his belt,

no matter what the cost...

before he fades away.

[Peretz] Start the extractions.

[inmates shouting]

[all clamoring]

[alarm bell rings]

- Come here!
- Get your fucking hands off me.

Let's go. Get out! Get out!

- [bell rings]
- Hi, Doc. Let's go for a little walk.

Get the fuck back!

Open 355! Open it up!

- Ah!
- [gasps]

Look at you. Relax, ladies.

- [groans]
- Hold him down, men!

Can't take my stuff!
I had nothing to do with this!

- No!
- [groans]

[groans]

- There's no reason for that!
- Turn him around.

[batons thudding]

- [groaning]
- [handcuffs click]

[inmate] Please don't put me in the hole!

Oh, don't... don't put me in the hole! No!

- You want that?
- No.

- Thanks, man.
- You bet.

[chatter]

What do we do now?

[inmate] Jimmy, wait up!

[man on PA] Attention, inmates.
All visitation requests must be submitted

to the S-3by 1100 today.

All visitation requests...

So, you really did...
you really did bluff Winter.

The problem is,
his flush beat your straight.

I don't play poker, Mr. Yates.
I play chess.

And in chess,
you play with somebody long enough,

you come to realize that their first
three moves are usually the same.

Chess, huh? What was his first move?

- What was the first move?
- First, uh, two teams, 20 men apiece.

[man] Like I was saying,
the inside teams only have batons.

- Second?
- Second? Water cannon.

- Third?
- Chopper.

- What kind of chopper?
- Sir.

Sir, are you sure we should
be having this discussion

- with this man...
- You know he can't be trusted, right?

I don't know.

Is that how you use the burden of command?

To make men into, uh, chess pieces?

- Yes.
- [Beaupre] Hey, Yates.

Why don't you do yourself
a favor and run along.

Pawns.

[Winters] That prisoner walking away,
who is that?

[Peretz] Uh, that's... that's Yates.

He was an Apache pilot,
but now he's a lowlife.

A hustler. He takes bets.

- On what?
- Anything.

Fights, the weather. [chuckles]

He even took bets on whether or not
Irwin was gonna kill himself.

[classical music playing]

[sighs]

"This highly effective officer seems
to have no moral grounding whatsoever."

Is that so?

Well, that's what men better
than me seem to think, sir.

Why are you here, Yates?

I would like your version.

I was involved in a drug-smuggling
operation from Juárez to El Paso,

including several of my subordinates, sir.

You were involved?

You ran it, did you not?

Correct.

Says here that you wore a wire
on your men.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

And how many years
did they take off your sentence for that?

Four years, sir.

And now you're the prison bookie.

Tell me, Yates, how does a man like you
get into West Point?

My father was a winner
of the Congressional Medal of Honor, sir.

Oh, right.

Well, sometimes the apple
does fall far from the tree.

[snickers]

Your father...

Your father was a POW with Mr. Irwin,
was he not?

[scoffs]

Yes, that is correct.

And yet, you haven't seen fit
to join Mr. Irwin's...

Crusade?

Crusade.

- Why is that?
- It's not my fight.

Mr. Irwin is in a fight?

It says here
you have three years left with us.

- Correct?
- If that's what it says.

That's what it says.

Does three months sound better?

I need to resolve this situation quickly...

before someone else gets hurt or killed.

Do you agree?

I guess.

And the way I need to do that
is with information.

So you might want to rethink

your joining Mr. Irwin's crusade.

[chuckles]

You're asking me to be your snitch, sir?

Isn't it a little late in the game
to be self-righteous?

Dude, why I got to get my ass kicked?

Cutbush, how many times you gonna ask?

Stop your sniveling.
I'm only gonna hit you once.

- Well, when?
- Now!

Shit, hey!

[inmate] Fight! Fight! Fight!

[cheering]

[Dellwo] Sit your tray down!

[inmates clamoring]

Hey, fucker!

[shouting, cheering]

Back off now! I said, back off now!

[cheers, applause]

[whistles] On your cans!

Let's go!
Sit your asses down, now! Let's go!

[mess hall quiets]

You guys, we don't have much time.

We can no longer wear
the uniform of a soldier.

We forfeited that right.

And that includes me.

I disobeyed an executive order.

I violated my duty
as a commanding officer.

And eight men paid a catastrophic price.

It's a mistake not easy to live with.

So here I am, just like you,
a convicted criminal.

The only difference between you and me
is I know I'm guilty.

[all laugh]

So we're packed away here as prisoners.

And one thing is certain.

Our captors have the power.

They can try to humiliate us.

They can beat us.

They can lock us away in a dark hole
for days on end.

But there's one thing they cannot do.

They cannot take away from us who we are.

And we are soldiers.

- [all] Yeah.
- That's right.

It is the one thing... It is the one thing
that gives us a chance in here...

and that, nobody can ever take away.

Yeah, that's right.

The Uniform Code of Military Justice.

"Grounds for removal of a stockade
or disciplinary barracks commander.

One: dereliction of duty.

Two: criminal malfeasance.

Three:
noncompliance with procedural rules."

[all] Yeah.

"Four: making false official statements.

Five: conduct unbecoming
to an officer and gentleman."

[all] Yeah!

"Six: cruelty and maltreatment
of persons under his command."

- Yeah!
- [pounding tables]

"Seven: command failure
resulting in loss of control of facility."

Gentlemen, I propose
that we seize control of this facility.

[cheering]

[Irwin] Take a look at a castle,
any castle.

Now, break down the key elements
that make it a castle.

Location, protection, garrison, flag.

The only difference between this castle
and all the rest

is they were built to keep people out.

Forward. Ho.

[Irwin] This castle was built
to keep people in.

But it's still a castle.

And any castle can be taken, whether
fighting in the 14th century or the 21st.

To succeed in a castle war...

you have to overcome the garrison,

take the high ground...

and ultimately capture the flag.

Okay? Enriquez.

All right.
You set up a command post, okay?

And here, you got the guard... Well, here.
First of all, this is admin building,

Winter's office, guards.

Okay?

Phase one: neutralize Winter's guards.

Phase two: towers.
Control the towers, you control the yard.

Tower one, tower two,
tower three, tower four.

Tower four is Zamorro.

Guy to watch.

Phase three: water cannon.

Four: helicopter.

Helicopter's the high ground.

Taking the helicopter's gonna be a bitch.

But it's doable.

Finally, the flag.

Capture the flag.

When we capture the flag,
it's raised upside down.

- Distress.
- [Irwin] Right.

Right. Upside down means,
"Send help. The fort has fallen."

So we raise it upside down,

and we keep it that way
until Wheeler arrives and sees it.

- Then we've won.
- [chuckles]

Yates, shut the fu...
You see what I mean about him?

Hey, Yates. What are you doing here, huh?

I don't know. Ask him. He invited me.

General, I know his father served
with you in Vietnam,

but do we really need him around?

Yeah. He stays.

- Duffy, you're in maintenance?
- [Duffy] Yes, sir.

[chattering]

Yates.

Got a minute?

How am I doin'?

Five-to-two, in the colonel's favor.

So, you don't think I can win.

He knows too...

He knows too much.
He's prepared. He's ready.

He may be prepared, Yates,
but he's not ready.

You know, we can use you.

Hey, look, man,
I just want to survive this and go home.

- You make a deal with him?
- What?

That's what I would do if I were him.

Go to you.
He knows what you're capable of.

- Listen, man...
- But so do I.

Oh, yeah?
Well, I know what you're capable of.

- I know your type very well.
- Is that right?

Is that from your infinite years
of experience on the battlefield?

Why do you think I should help you?
Can you get me out of here?

- No.
- Then what are you gonna do for me?

Oh, let me guess:
You're gonna make me a soldier again.

Is that what you're doing?
I get to be all I can be?

- You gonna teach me to salute?
- Know what?

This is about the time I would be
giving you my "internal soldier" speech.

But the truth is, you probably
never should've been a soldier.

Your father was. That's how I saw him.

You saw him as a disappointment.
Okay. Get past it.

That was then.

The only thing that matters here is
what we are now and what we do now.

This man is going to you
because he sees the worst in you,

and he's gonna play for the worst,
and I want to see the best.

That means there's no middle.
Now, these men need you.

And I need you. Now, it's your choice.

And don't tell me you're surviving here,
Yates. You're hiding.

[scoffs]

[chuckling]

How's it going this evening, sir?

- Fine, Sergeant. How are you?
- Sir?

Prisoner Yates wishes to have a word.

Give me five minutes, Captain.

[door closes]

[clears throat] Hi.

Hi.

[phone rings]

Colonel Winter's office.

Yeah. Yeah, go ahead and just send it up.

[door opens, closes]

Sir.

- Sir?
- Yes.

Prisoner Yates.

[sighs]

You want me to do this thing for you?

This 30 days, it's, uh...

This three months, it's not gonna cut it.

I got to get out of here immediately.
I got to get out of here tomorrow.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Look, when this thing explodes,
everyone's gonna know it's me who yakked.

And then my life's worth nothing.

So, either you get me out of here
immediately,

or you find another guy
who knows as much as I do

and who's willing to spill it.

Good luck.

The soonest I can get you out is one week.

Sir, I'm not gonna last...

I won't last seven seconds out there,
let alone seven days.

Well, you can ride
the week out in the hole.

No one will get you there.

So what does Mr. Irwin
have planned for us?

He's planning to take over the prison.

Really?

Well, that information
won't get you released.

That information won't even get you
extra potatoes at lunch.

I know the details.

I know how he plans
to neutralize your men,

and how he plans to take over the tower
and what weapons and tools he's building.

- Do you know when?
- [Cutbush] Yates, I know you're in there!

- Yates! Yates, I know you're in there!
- [guard] Cutbush!

You're a fucker, Yates!
You are gonna snitch!

Cutbush, shut up! Cutbush, get down!

- [cries out]
- Niebolt, what's he doing up here?

He brought up the laundry
and went ape, sir.

Enough! Place this man in the SHU.
No one talks to him. No one sees him.

- Do you understand me?
- [guard] Yes, sir!

- Place a guard on his cell.
- Damn rat!

What's the problem?

My mother's sick.
I'm trying to get a furlough.

- Shut up!
- Get him out of here!

Captain, with me.

[sighs]

Oh, Jesus, man.

Now you have no choice,

or you're gonna spend the next
three years in solitary confinement.

I need more time.

I gotta go back into general.

I'll know somethin' tomorrow.
Come get me at 0500.

I need more time!

[guard] Inmates, one step to the rear.
March!

[bell rings]

["Chiseled in Stone" playing]

♪ Workin' for the man
To pay the debt I owe ♪

♪ Doin' my time in the midday sun ♪

♪ Man will work a single
Never give none ♪

♪ You can call my name
When it's time to go ♪

♪ But I'll never be free
Till it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ Ain't no man gonna carry my load ♪

♪ I gotta be a man and do it on my own ♪

♪ Well, the devil's in my path
And the hound's on my heel... ♪

- [Niebolt] Sir?
- Where's Yates's cell?

Yates? It's 340, sir.

[Peretz] You ready to play?

- Morning, sir.
- Fall out.

Colonel?

Colonel.

Good morning.

Good morning.

So, what do you have for me?

Not much.

Not much.

Then why are you here?

I thought there was something
you might wanna know.

When they do take over the prison,
they're gonna fly the flag upside down.

Upside down?

It's the international sign
of distress, sir.

Yes, I know what it means.

And where are they going to get a flag?

They already have it.

Yours.

Mine?

- Peretz, who was in here yesterday?
- I took it, you murdering fuck.

I thought you were smarter than that.

Yes, I know you did.

[groans]

[Zamorro] You gonna tell us
where that flag is?

Come on. Get up, Yates. Where's the flag?

[spits] You know,
you're a real fuckin' coward, Zamorro.

And you're a big hero. Let's go. Come on.

Get your hands off me, motherfucker!

Fuckin' prick!

Shut up, Yates!

[panting]

[sighs]

- [buzzer sounds]
- [all clamoring]

[Peretz on PA] All inmates on the rack.
This is a shakedown.

[guard] Go, go!

- Come on! Fall out!
- Let's go!

All inmates proceed to the yard
through the south ports.

[clamoring continues]

- [bell rings]
- [guard] On the double! Move it! Move it!

Come on. Go, go!

This way, Chief.

[guard] Let's go! Move it!

[shouting]

Over there, sir.

- It's crazy, huh?
- [guard] Let's go! Step it up!

- Come on! Let's go!
- [Dellwo] Really crazy.

Move it, prisoners! Move it!

- Go!
- All right!

[objects clattering]

Captain Peretz, you will find my flag.

6:10.

- 6:10.
- [clamoring]

I don't wanna hear that.
You have your orders. Find the damn thing.

Sir, they found a lot of weaponry.

- But no flag.
- No, sir.

But at least we have all their weapons.
There's nothing much they can do now.

How many men
do we have searching the tiers?

We have close to a hundred.
Pretty much everybody we could get.

[Winter] It's not about the flag.

He wants to be in the yard.

Get our men out of the tiers
and into the yard now.

[whistle blows]

[guard] Everybody into the yard!
Riot formation! Let's go! Double time!

[alarm blaring]

Now!

- Peretz!
- [Peretz] Yes, sir!

Get those men into the yard now!
Alert the SORT teams. Go, go!

Chain, chain, chain.

All right.

How's it feel? [grunts] Bring him with us.

[inmate] To the hole!

Command post up, fast!

[guard] Put me down!
You know what's gonna happen to you?

- Go, go, go!
- Let us out!

- Hey! Beaupre, is that you?
- Yeah, yeah.

Is it happening? It's happening?
Fuckin' A, it's happening.

Damn it!

They chained the doors to the tiers.

Yes, I can see that.

It's gonna take 'em a little while
to get around.

When they get here,
tell them to gear up, but hold them.

They'll expect us to come hard and fast,
so we won't.

- [gunshot]
- Whoa!

- Hey, hey!
- Yates, you little prick.

I bet against you, and it cost me
a whole stash of smokes.

Yeah, there's a lot of losers today.

- Go!
- [gunfire]

Watch yourself!

Come on, Zamorro, you motherfucker!

Come on! Come on!
You fucking believe this guy?

Okay, here we go. Here we go.
Let's go. Let's go.

- Hey, get it out right now.
- Later, later.

[men shouting]

Listen to me.
The colonel said to hold them, okay?

Hold them.

[sighs]

Sir, maybe we should call CAC
and get General Wheeler.

And say what, Captain?

Colonel Winter has lost control
of his own prison?

[shouting]

- Keanan! Keanan, you ready to go up, man?
- Yes, sir!

The trajectory is gonna be there.

Where do you want me?

This is Sergeant McLaren
from Fort Truman Prison.

Can I speak to General Wheeler?

Well, you're gonna have
to wake the dude up, man.

This is from Colonel Winter.

We're having, like, an uprising here.

Go. Launch when ready.

Go, go, go!

- Light her up. Light her up.
- Fire!

[grunting]

Sir.

Colonel, he, uh, wants to talk to you.

Who does?

Him.

Yes?

Colonel,
I'm taking command of your prison.

Like hell you are.

Come on, guys! Let's go!

Stop fuckin' around!
We don't got much time!

- Let's go! Come on, let's go!
- [Irwin on radio] Dellwo.

- Sir?
- How close to ready?

- [gunshot]
- Fuck! We're almost there, sir.

Sir, could you come here, please?

What-What is that?

That thing right there
tucked away in the alley.

I don't know.

Release the wave.

[shouting]

Come on! Come on! Get it up!

Go ahead and deploy red and blue teams.

- [men shout]
- Let's go! Come on! Move!

[shouting]

Stand!

Lock and load the fucking thing now!

Take it up, take it up.

Light her! Fire!

Gun! Bring me the gun!

Bring me the gun!

Bring it! Bring it! Let's go! Come on!

Load her up. Load her up.
Charlie, you ready?

- Set!
- Clear! Fire!

Fuck me! It worked, man!

Fire!

- [Irwin] Dellwo.
- Sir?

Move ten feet forward.

Yes, sir.

Ten feet forward!

Zamorro, target the man
loading the rocks into the trebuchet.

- Do not let him put another one in.
- McLaren, do you copy?

Dellwo, you gonna make it this time?

You betcha, sir.

Then now is the time.

All the way, sir! Airborne! Hey, Judd!

- What?
- This is the one! Get it!

Come on.

No, no, no. This one in the middle.

Come on, baby.

Fire!

[inmates cheering]

[cheering continues]

- [Dellwo] Fire!
- Sir!

[Enriquez] Come on! Hold it there!

Let's go! Get it in there! Last one!

Make it count! Make it...

[screaming]

- Be still!
- Put it out! Put it out!

- Hey! It's out!
- You never can tell about these flames.

Told you I was gonna get
your ass back, motherfucker. [chuckles]

Sir.

Sir.

Watch the window.

Get that water cannon now.

[gate buzzes]

Duffy. Duffy?

Just a few more minutes, sir.

Fall back! Fall back!

All personnel, fall back!

[grunts]

[groans]

Come on, Duffy.
What are you doing? Cut it off.

Keep it going!

[groans]

Let's shift to the CP!
Shift to the CP! Now! Go!

[shouting]

[shouting]

Duffy, what are you doing?

[men coughing]

- Charge!
- [men shouting]

Shit!

[grunts]

- Whoo!
- You coward motherfucker, Winter!

- [phone rings]
- Colonel, it's your private line.

- Get it.
- USMCF, Colonel Winter's office.

Uh, yes, sir. Yes, sir. Please hold.

It's General Wheeler.

We're on our way, Colonel.
There in 20 minutes.

I don't understand, sir.

You have a prison uprising.
You sent for help.

No, no. I nev...

We have the situation under control, sir.
We're just...

mopping up now.

Good. Glad to hear it.
We'll see you in 20 then.

Very good, sir.

I want this over. Now. Get them airborne.

[helicopter whirring]

Okay.

[groans]

Load the water cannon.

Go, go! Come on, man!

Hurry up! Hurry up! Hook it on!

Where's the fuckin' water?

Now.

We're hooked!

[all shouting]

Sir, I think that's Yates.

Yes, I know.

- Hold on!
- [shouting]

Where is he?

Hey! What are you doing? Hey!

[Yates] Get this guy out!

Clear out. I'm going up.

Zamorro, take him out.

Stop him! Stop him!

To hell with this rubber bullet shit.

- [instrument panel beeping]
- Come on! Come on!

[screaming]

[sighs]

[radio clicks]

- [Irwin] Come on.
- [groans]

- Easy.
- [Yates] Oh, God.

- I never wrecked one before.
- [Irwin] Don't talk. Go. Move.

Go! Get out! Go!

You okay, Yates?

Let's go.

Ready?

Yeah.

[Dellwo] Fall in!

Let's go, men!

In formation, now! On the double!

Let's go, soldiers! Now!

Let's go!

Dress right!

Dress!

Ready. Front!

Cover!

The men are assembled, sir.

[buzzer sounds]

First and second squad, move out.
Third and fourth squad, move out.

I have authorized the use
of lethal ammunition at this facility.

Any prisoner who refuses to obey
my commands will be shot.

All prisoners down on the ground, now!

I will give that command one more time.

Then I will fire into them.

Surely you don't want that on
your conscience, do you, Prisoner Irwin?

All prisoners down on the ground, now!

[Irwin] Wait.

We don't have to do this. We'll fight on.

No.

It ends here.

Men, get down!

You too, Yates.

That's an order.

Now, give me my flag.

It's not your flag.

[Winter] What are you doing, Mr. Irwin?

You have lost.

I will not let you do this.
You will not raise that flag upside down!

Get down on the ground
or you will be fired upon.

This is my command!
You will not raise that flag upside down!

Designated marksman, open fire.

Selected marksman, open fire.

Open fire on that man! That's an order!

What are they... What are they doing?

What are you doing? Do it now! Open fire!

Do not let him desecrate that flag!

Open fire on that man!

What are they doing?

McLaren, Niebolt, with me!

Niebolt, stay where you are.

Don't you defy me.
Don't you see what he's doing?

Don't you see
how he's undermining my command?

Don't you see?

Don't you see what he's doing?
Don't you see what he's doing?

Step away from the flag!

Step away from the flag!

[gunshots]

[Peretz] Colonel!

Colonel, put the gun down, sir.

Please.

- [gasps]
- Please, Colonel, put the gun down.

Colonel.

Sir, it's over now.

Just give it to me.

- [breathing heavily]
- Prisoners stay down.

- Hey, Doc!
- [guard] Go now!

[Peretz] McLaren,
get 'em back in the tiers.

[McLaren] A team, B team, move out now.

- Move it!
- Let's go! Hands behind your head!

All right! On your feet!

- [men shouting]
- [grunting]

[McLaren] Let's go, people.
Hands behind your head.

Prisoners will return to the cell block.

Thank you.

- Come on, Doc. We got an ambulance.
- He's bleeding.

- We got an ambulance on the way.
- We need to get him to the hospital.

[Yates] A great general once said...

"You tell your men,
'You're soldiers. That's our flag.'

You tell them, 'Nobody takes our flag.'

Raise your flag so it flies high,
where everyone can see it.

Now you've got yourself a castle.'"

["Chiseled in Stone" playing]

♪ Where the years have gone
I got years to go ♪

♪ Workin' for the man
To pay the debt I owe ♪

♪ Well, the time may pass
But the truth will stand ♪

♪ When the good Lord
Shakes this calloused hand ♪

♪ You can call my name
When it's time to go ♪

♪ But I'll never be free
Till it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ Ain't no man gonna carry my load ♪

♪ I gotta be a man and do it on my own ♪

♪ The devil's in my path
And the hound's on my heel ♪

♪ You'd have to walk in my shoes
Just to know how I feel ♪

♪ The devil's callin' my name
He's the one who knows ♪

♪ That I'll never be free
Till it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ Chiseled in stone ♪

♪ Well, I keep on goin'
Though there's no way out ♪

♪ Every stone in my path
Is a brick in my house ♪

♪ A man's life is built
All along the way ♪

♪ By the things that he's done
And the choices he's made ♪

♪ Someday they'll call my name
I'll have a place of my own ♪

♪ But I'll never be free
Till it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ On the final day
When the whistle blows ♪

♪ I can rest my body
I can rest my soul ♪

♪ I built my castle in the promised land ♪

♪ It's made of rocks and stone
And not the shifting sands ♪

♪ When they mention my name
After I'm long gone ♪

♪ Well, they'll know I'm free
'Cause it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ Chiseled in stone... ♪

[song ends]