All language subtitles for An innocent Man 1989 1080p BluRay

It's cracked, all right. In the bellows.

We're gonna have to replace the whole line.

- You're frowning, Mike.
- I don't know why.

We only have to inspect every
thing of the entire aircraft.

What's taking him so long?

You can't rush him, Woznick. He's an artist.

Pneumatics, Tom. Not looking
good. Whole a Lots of problems.

The inspector hits on Wednesday and Thursday.

- And that plane is headed for Honolulu...
- Tom.

My people can handle anything. They don't
know the meaning of the word of "pressure".

I mean it, Jimmie. I'm scheduled...

- full on that flight to Honolulu.
- Now...

Tom, it's under control.

- I really admire that man.
- Yeah, he's a great American, Albert.

Come on. Let's get the guys
together and talk overtime.

How's this one?

What's the problem?

I followed the throttle cable. I can't tell yet.

- Rig pin's in.
- Yeah.

Your V.S.V. cable's twisted.

I been working on this for 4 hours.

- How did you figure that out?
- Magic...

and 12 years on the job.

Watch that stand.

"What's the Theory of Punctuated Equilibrium?"

- KATE: That's the theory...
- "the controversial theory."

It's the very controversial theory...

that evolution...

"That evolution...

is not a series of steady, gradual changes..."

Right. Right. But is... eh...

[Sigh] Damn it.

Is punctuated by...

Punctuated by sudden, drastic ones.

This is not a good day at work and
I'm not get a chance to over this.

I'll be lucky if I pass this exam tonight.

Yeah. You don't stand a chance.

You missed two out of thirty, so far.

Kate, you're gonna do fine.

I'll be late, tonight. There's
salad in the refrigerator.

That's dinner? Whatever happened to
greasy steaks, white bread and french fries?

They are death.

Marriage, the final frontier.

Good luck.

- You're lucky.
- Why?

I learned how to ski back east.

The snow is lousy. It's all slushy...

- crusty or something.
- Out here you got powder, sun.

I'll tell you something, Danny, I'll tell you.

I thought I'd like it, but man, I love it!

- You go like hell, and pussy everywhere.
- Uh-huh.

Pussy going up the mountain, and then,
there's pussy going down the mountain

PARNELL: Can you beat that?

- Oh, you're such a thrill seeker.
- I'm a thrill seeker. I'm known for that.

Baby, baby.

No matter how many times we do this...

I still get that good feeling
in the pit of my stomach.

- Let's rock-n-roll.
- Let's go, baby, come on.

Freeze! Get your hands up, all right,
everybody! hands on your head, Police.

- Come on, on your head.
- Go get down!

Get down on your fucking knees.
both of them. Get down!

- Move!
- Hey, hey, come on, on your knees.

Ahh!

- Put your face on the table!
- Ah, damn it!

Get down, get your hands up!

- [Whimpers]
- Get your hands on your head.

Get your hands on your head! Now, get
down, get down. Get down. That's right.

Be real quiet.

Mike!

What are you shooting at a cop
for huh? You don't shoot at cops!

Danny, read these assholes
their rights before I kill'em, all.

- Fucking cops.
- You got the right to remain silent, asshole.

[Siren]

Is that our man?

[Siren]

SCALISE: This guy shot at
Mike. I had to tag him.

It's just a flesh wound. He'll live.

- Give him an aspirin.
- All right.

- Any of you guys get hurt?
- Nah, we're fine.

- Anything else you got to tell me?
- Nah.

It's all yours, Jim.

Just a few more notches on your guns, eh?

Well, we've got to clean
up Dodge City, you know.

- It's our sacred mission.
- Yes.

- ## ["When The Night Comes"]
- Kate?

Hi.

Greasy steaks, mashed potatoes, gravy,
fried zucchini. Everything you despise?

I zipped through my exam in 45 minutes.

I decided to treat my study partner.

You covered all the major food
groups except... chocolate.

"Air mail. Bon voyage.

Have a wonderful trip."

Where are we going?

Did you know that Bangkok...

has the most spectacular...
temples in the world?

Oh!

- Oh, it's a little doll from Bangkok.
- From Thailand.

This one's fabulous.

Look at this. Look at this one.

There's hundreds of... sacred
monkeys roaming around.

You couldn't find monkeys in this time zone?

I can get cheap tickets. I've got passes left.

After we have kids, we'll be lucky
to get to Big Bear for weekend.

You'd go anywhere, wouldn't you?

Kate, the world is not big enough to
hold me. I am a citizen of the universe.

Have you got... never mind,
never mind. I got it, I got it.

[Ringings]

- Yeah?
- Is that you?

Yeah, it's me, it's me. What do you got?

I had to work really hard for this.
I hope you're gonna appreciate it.

The deal's going down tonight.

It's 420 Oak Way. You got that?

Yeah. I got it.

- You got the address?
- I said, I got the address,

Stevie. What are you? deaf? Hello?
Hello? Thank you! What a dink.

Stevie just gave us a nice one: 420 Oak Lane.

I don't know. Looks awful quiet.

Yeah, Stevie's always been reliable.

He knows I'd rip him a new
asshole if he lied to me.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

You take the back. I got the front.

Let's go!

[TV] He was 3 of 4 on 3-point shots.

[TV - Cheers]

[TV]

Ahh!

Police. Don't move!

Police. Freeze!

Police!

[Yell] He's armed, Danny!

He's down.

He's down, Danny. I've got him covered.

All right, go ahead.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Oh. This motherfucker scared the shit out of me.

- It's a hair dryer.
- What? What did you say?

This guy's armed with a hair dryer.

Why would a guy take a
shower during a dope deal?

[Chuckles]

[TV- Indistinct Voices And Cheers]

It is this, 420, right, huh? So, where's his stuff?

Stevie told me 420 Oak Way, not another.

- I can't. It's got to be here somewhere!
- Mike, wait!

Mike, you told me 420 Oak
Lane, not Way. You said lane.

No, no, no, Danny. No, no,
I told... I said Oak Way.

- I said, I said Oak W...
- Mike, look.

What, what? Tell me. What did I say?

You... you told me 420 Oak Lane, not Way.

It's right here. We are at 420
Oak Lane. Holy shit, Mike!

We got the wrong house. This guy is a civilian.

- Now, just a second, now.
- Shit.

- Oh, no.
- Uh-huh.

- Fuck me!
- Take it easy, just take it easy. Take it easy.

- Now, we're gonna think this thing through...
- There's nothing to think about, Danny.

There's just, too many people
want to see us step on our dicks.

We did step on our dicks.

Get the bag, Danny.

We need an ambulance and a backup.

We have a suspect with a gunshot wound.

Yes, a gunshot wound, yes.

It's 420 Oak Way. Lane! 420 Oak Lane.

Right. Thank you.

You're busted.

[Gasp]

- I'm sorry, Mrs, I can't let you...
- I live here. What's going happens?

Who are you?

- Mom! Who are you?
- Where's my husband? Is he all right?

- I can't...
- Jimmie! Jimmie!

[Loud Speaker] ...Emergency
room. Admissions. Stat.

Somebody?

Somebody, come here, please!

Somebody!

Come here!

Shut up.

You can't shoot a cop and not get hurt.

Cop?

They shot me!

I don't know what I'm gonna do with you guys.

False arrests, excessive force...
complaints are very serious accusations.

But, you already know that, don't you?

Come on, Fitzgerald, what
do you want from us?

The man fired on us. What
are we supposed to do?

He claims you fired, unprovoke.

- It's bullshit.
- And then you planted the gun and drugs.

Well, what else is he gonna say, huh?

Look, we bring in the bad
guys better than anybody.

Now, we're out there every day.
You know what that's like, right?

I know what that's like, Detective.

There's lots that I know.
But there's a big difference,

between what I know and what I can prove.

Isn't there?

- I wouldn't know.
- Well, know this.

I'm a real self-righteous man. And
it's probably my Baptist upbringing.

- Oh, come on.
- I was on the streets 14 years...

before I made I.A.D. and I was tough... fair...

and right.

Jimmie.

- Oh.
- Ah!

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right? They
didn't do anything to you?

What happened? They said
you had drugs and a gun

- and you shot at the police.
- How could I shoot anybody?

- They broke in, Kate.
- How could they break in and shoot you

- on our house, why?
- I don't know.

I don't know. They're lying,
and I gotta find out why.

I've got a lawyer and he's really good.

- How did you raise the bail money?
- It is our savings.

- We gotta get this worked out fast.
- I don't know, It's a kind of mistake.

- I mean, there's no reason for that...
- How could anybody make a mistake like that?

How could they just break
in our house, and shoot me?

It's okay. It's gonna work out somehow.

We'll find the answers.

They've got two decorated police
officers, sticking to the same story,

they've got a witness...

- who'll testify that you sold him drugs.
- A witness?

From where, The Twilight Zone?

They made a mistake and make
up a story to save themselves.

This old marijuana conviction doesn't help us.

Mr. Feldman, I was at a rock
concert. I was 18-years old.

Jimmie, you're going to trial.

The evidence presented at the hearing was
found substantial enough to warrant that.

The prosecution has approached me with a deal.

- I think you should consider this.
- A deal?

That means I plead guilty,
right? Why should I do that?

Because, in exchange for pleading
guilty to possession charge,

it would be changed to a misdemeanor.

The assault would be changed to reckless
endangerment. You'd probaly do...

6 months, maybe a year, at an honor
ranch; strickly minimum security.

An honor ranch? 6 months at an honor
ranch? I'm not going to jail for 6 seconds!

I'm not going to leave Kate.

But, Mr. Feldman, I'd lose my job!

I'm not gonna have my
whole life turned upside down,

because some police didn't do their jobs right.

If Jimmie went to the trial and they found him
guilty, what's the worst they could do to him?

If the judge ordered the
terms to run consecutively,

- he could go to prison for 12 years.
- 12 years?

That's insane.

MR. FELDMAN: This isn't a
question of innocence or guilt.

It's about persuasion, maneuvering,

the appearance of guilt. It
doesn't matter it's all false.

Do you understand?

No, we don't. What about the truth?

I just won't confess to something I didn't do.

That's just not right.

You still have to be proven guilty in this
country before they throw you into prison.

Mr. Feldman, you have to
understand something here.

Jimmie and I love each other.
We have a life together.

Why would I jeopardize all that
to sell dope or shoot policemen?

And we were reacting on a
tip from a reliable informant.

Precisely, what did he tell you?

That the defendant Mr. Rainwood
kept a supply at his home.

And that he was selling the
product from that location.

- Where did you meet the accuse?
- STEVIE: Used to meet by the ferry to Catalina...

Uh... by the ticket window.

I bought stuff from him 3 or 4 times, like I said.

He always had good merchandise.

We suspect the drugs were
smuggled to Mr. Rainwood,

- by his contacts at the airport.
- Objection.

Officer Parnell's suspicions
have no place in this case.

- Sustained.
- Very well.

When you entered the house, Officer Parnell
could you tell us exactly what happened.

We identified ourselves as police officers.

He then, pulled a gun he was hidding
from under his bathrobe and fired.

I reacted. I dropped to the ground and
returned his fire to protect myself.

Isn't it true that you and Offcer Scalise

concocted this entire fairytale
in order to justify an error?

That you planted both the drugs and the gun?

No, no. No. We don't operate
that way, Mr. Feldman.

And, quite frankly, I resent the implication.

Tell me something, Mr. Feldman. What the
hell is going on when the police can do

whatever they feel like, and get away with it?

- So, where does that leave us?
- At last, leaves with Jimmie.

Well, I'm not giving in to those bastards.

It's just not right.

Give us a minute, will you?

Sure.

Jimmie, you're innocent.

And you made the right decision.

The jury will see that.

They'll listen.

Kate...

I'm scared.

These detectives have citations
for meritorious service.

They have the highest arrest and
conviction rate in their department.

That doesn't mean they're telling the truth.

We have the sworn testimony
of a man who said,

you sold him drugs on several occasions.

We have your fingerprints on
a gun that fired at the officers.

We have drugs in your house.

The most importantly, we
have the word, under oath,

of two distinguished detectives,

that you fired a weapon at them while
doing the comission of their duty.

I had a hair dryer in my hand.

I had just taken a shower. I don't own a gun.

I don't sell drugs...

and I don't shoot people.

Enjoying the show?

I thought it was supposed to be a trial.

I understand you've been asking
a lot of questions, lately, huh?

I have a curious nature, Parnell.

Why would a cop try to break
the backs of other cops,

that are just trying to do their jobs?
Can you explain that to me, Just?

- There must be some character defect.
- Yeah.

You guys think I need therapy?

I don't think therapy would
work down in this case.

It couldn't hurt.

Sharp blow to the head is more in line.

James Rainwood, stand and face the bench.

JUDGE: James Rainwood...

you have been found guilty of crime
of assault with a deadly weapon

and possession of cocaine for sale.

Do you have a statement to make
before I pronounce sentence?

No, Your Honor.

This is your first offense.

The jury recognise recommended leniency.

The prosecutor strongly
reminds the court, however,

that you deliberately and directly,
endangered the lives of police offcers.

This act I cannot and will
not treat with leniency.

I hereby sentence you to 6 years,
at the state correctional facility,

at Oroville, California.

6 years?

Thank you. Good job.

Jimmie? Jimmie?

- They can't do this, they can't do this, no.
- Don't give up. There's things we can do.

- All right, let's go.
- I'm saying good-bye to my wife!

Come on. Take it easy, pal.

You know I'm innocent, you son of a bitch!

You know it!

Jimmie? No, I want to be with him!

Kate, I love you!

I want to be with my husband!

You think you're tired now,
wait 'til we start processin'.

Oroville is a nasty shithole, man.
We could've been goin' to Quentin...

with them old-timers boring
the shit out of you...

goin' on about jazz and how
many motherfuckers they killed.

Soledad's even worse though;

all them gang-bangers choosin'
each other off every 5 seconds.

Man, it's a fuckin' gladiator school.
You can't get a minute's peace there.

My name's Robby. I forgot my
manners when they hooked us up.

- Look, I really don't feel like talking, all right?
- This your first bit? Yeah, I can tell it's tough.

Yeah, I don't belong in here.

'Course you don't belong. You think I do?

Nobody ever belongs in one of these joints.

Gee, it's brutal being a victim, huh?

- Get your asses off. I'll kick you in the ass.
- Move it!

Straight ahead. What are you looking at?

- Move, move!
- Know where you're at, ladies.

- Move it.
- Get that smile off!

All right, let's get naked.

Place your clothes and personal
effects in the plastic bag.

Now I know, many of you
think you are bad asses.

You are not.

Men get injured and killed in here and
it's not just by other shit-bird convicts.

Cooperate...

you might get out of here
without becoming a bitch...

or worse.

You give us a hard time...

I guarantee you one long stay in hell!

As soon as you're naked get
you hands back over your heads.

Now, turn around. Face the guards.

Turn your heads forward and run your
fingers vigorously through your hair.

You better get vigorous there, Goldilocks
or I'm gonna shave your dome!

Open your mouths.

Run your tongues back and forth.

Your hands in the air, show
your palms to the officers.

Show them the back of your hands.

Lift up your dicks and your nuts.

All right. Give me my guards out here.

[Buzzer]

Step forward to the next yellow line.

[Indistinct Voices]

New fish.

Fish on the line!

Follow the yellow line.

They got some pretty white boys here.

[Indistinct]

Jesus Christ.

Will you relax? It's only temporary.

We'll be moving as soon as
they finish classification.

'Course the new place will look
exactly like this place, but... eh...

so we'll fix that place up in no time.

Make it real nice and homey. Yeah?

- [Cell Doors Closing]
- Lockdown.

GUARD: Lockdown.

GUARD: Stand clear.

[Door Closes]

[Indistinct]

Look, you gots to learn so
you don't get burned. Wait.

Notice everything.

Did... uh... some dude get a
bad letter from his old lady?

Or get set off in his parole board hearing? Or...

...is he in love with some sissy
who's already spoke for?

Moods, you know?

Everything means something in here.

And I'm sure you're just the
one to fill me in, right, Robby?

I don't see nobody else banging
down your door to show you.

You ready?

This motherfucker's time has come.

Robby?

Hoo, Robby, let me see ya.

I got some business to take care of.

I'll be right back.

- Yeah, as a matter of fact.
- What's he doing?

- Same old story. Nothing changed.
- He's still in that bag.

I'm telling you.

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

[Grunts And Yells]

[Yells]

- What the fuck's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?

Don't hang around to see a man die,

- unless you want 3 years in the hole.
- He's burning up...

- ...for Christ sake!
- So what?

He won't be the last.

- He said he knew everything.
- Yeah.

He didn't know enough, did he?

He ripped those dudes off and then
got smokes his last bit. Should'nt wa...

All right, assholes, against the wall.

He should've been watching his back.

Virgil Cane, man. Lone Ranger
ain't got nothing on him.

[Indistinct Shouts And Voices]

- Two cartons on Portland.
- All right. Two cartons, Portland.

- Malcolm.
- Hey.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Hey, Jingles.

FELIX: Yes, that's him. Check him out.

What you got in the bag, sucker?

Hey, Motherfucker, I'm talking to you.

Some things I got.

It's toothpaste, soap, stuff from the canteen.

You ain't leavin' yet, punk.

Hey, Felix, hold my shit for me.

Well, you ain't got a problem
with that, do you white boy?

You guys got what you wanted.
Why don't you get out of my way?

Step back.

Nothing's happening here, right?

That's right.

Never a dull moment, eh, Virg?

Tension in the big house,
just like in the movies.

Man, I'm glad I'm leavin' this joint.

The all new class of wimps come in here
makes me ashamed to be a convict.

You should be ashamed of being a
lousy judge of character you are.

Oh, hey, man, that hurts.

You gonna show like a white
man or what, Rainwood?

Those niggers just take your out, they
belong to the Black Guerrilla Family

and that's some nasty old bucks.

Deal with that situation, or everybody's
in here gonna know you're a punk.

Everybody. You understand.

No, I don't understand. What...what
am I supposed to do? Fight 3 guys?

No, just one. Jingles. The one that braced you.

Fist fights are for free men.

- You gotta get a piece and make a move.
- What you talking about?

Doin' him.

You're telling me... I should kill him?

No, I want you to marry
his motherfucking sister!

You better get with the program, slick.

I'm not gonna kill a man over
some toothpaste and some soap.

If you don't bit off that buck, he and
his partners will make you their kid,

running errands, doin' whatever.

Hell, they might think you're real pretty.

You ain't got to stand tall in here...

but you got to stand up!

I've been thinking about what to
say to you for about a week now.

Mrs. Rainwood, like I told you on the
phone, your husband's case is old news.

We thoroughly checked out
the rest of officers' stories.

And, they held up.

I need some help here.

I'm tired, and... I'm discouraged, and
my husband's still in prison and...

I'm his only connection to the
outside wall, and I have nothing.

No one wants to get out the
truth here, more than I do.

- Those men were lying and you know it!
- Please.

It's not what I think, or know, or suspect.

It's what I can prove.

I need something solid.
Otherwise, it's all theory.

I'm not a theory, Mr. Fitzgerald. I'm a
real human being, and so is Jimmie.

You look me right in the eye, and
burn my face into your brain.

You remember the pain in it!

We have both suffered because you people
screwed up and you didn't dig up the truth.

And, we're going to continue to suffer.

That's real.

[Machinery Noises]

Hey.

How'd you get my pass sent up?

Clerks run the joint.

You do things for each other.

Listen, somebody's got to give
you the game or you're fucked.

It's simple in here.

It's an insane place with insane rules...

so it ends up being logical.

If you're white, you hang white,
otherwise, the niggers eat you alive.

You're not listening to me.

The civil rights brotherly love all
shit gets left at the front gate.

Right now, you've got a problem with Jingles.

And, you can go to the Aryan
Brotherhood for help...

that asshole Butcher and his partners.

And then, they'll make you their own
kid. You'll be part of the A.B. for life.

Or you can handle your problem by yourself.

I've got respected here, because I earned it.

Anybody fucks with me, it's their life.

- Where you going?
- You talked to me and I listened.

Hey! Hey.

Don't you be talking out the side of your
neck, when I'm trying to do you a solid.

All right.

All right. Let's get it all out on the table.

Every time I turn around,
somebody's giving me advice.

Mostly it's about killing.

So, what's your interest in me?

There's not much chance
I'm ever getting out of here.

Those cops of yours are part of the reason.

That's what we got in common.

I got my last armed-robbery
conviction behind them.

The rest is my business.

[Indistinct]

It's okay.

Hey.

The directions were good? You didn't get lost?

It's okay, sweetheart. We'll just
sit here and talk to each other.

We'll be fine.

So, how's Albert and Yvonne?

- Did he get the promotion?
- Yeah.

They're gonna be... moving to
Seattle in end of the months.

Ah, that's great. I'm happy for them.

I filed the appeal.

So, how long?

Feldman says it will take months.

The chances of a reversal...

I'm keeping after him. I call him every day, and,
I'm making sure that he keeps me up to date.

- [Sigh] I'm sorry.
- No, come on.

There's nothing to be sorry about.

I mean...

we're just beginning this.

We just got to hold on and be
strong for each other, and...

...keep trying, you know,
everything we can think of.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I can handle this place, if I'm sure of
that. If I'm sure you're all right, I can.

And, no matter what happens,
I love you. And no...

That's not ever gonna change.

I know that.

I love you, too.

And I'm all right.

I swear to God I am.

Hey, Jimmie!

Here's the skinny. From here on out your
outside money be goin' on our books.

So we be... stylin'!

I'm not giving you anything else.

Oh, "I'm not gonna give you anything else."

What?

You gonna show us what a real
convict you are now, sucker?

Don't you ever touch me, you
white motherfucker, ever!

[Grunts And Groans]

You motherfucker!

Come on, Jingles, man, come on.

Get off me, you mothers!

Come on, Jingles, man!

Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, man.

Rainwood, what do yourself and
everyone else some good here.

Give me their names.

I'll make sure they don't bother you any more.

I fell.

You need some help in here.
That's pretty obvious.

I might be new, but I know how
some things work out of here.

[Sigh] Fine.

You want to be known as a stand-up guy, fine.

I fell.

You're going out of here, you're
going into segregation for 15 days.

Maybe that will jog your memory.

INMATE IN CELL: Who you bringing in now?

Number 6.

[Yell]

[Typewriter]

[Chuckling]

When did he check back in?

[Laughing]

It's my main man.

[Indistinct]

- Shut the fuck up.
- You ain't nothin'. You ain't nothin'.

This shit gettin' old yet?

Don't you know, it's only gonna get
worse unless you take him out.

- You talk about it like it's nothing.
- Not nothing.

It's necessary sometimes.

Maybe you walked away in
the free world but not here.

There's no place to go.

Hey, I caught that action in the yard today.

Looks like the A.B.'s and the
niggers goin' be fightin' over you.

You must be one flattered motherfucker.

How's your chow?

[Indistinct]

Now, you be cool, and
everything will be everything.

Let's take a walk.

Come on. Let's go. Who you lookin' at?

You ain't gettin'no help,
motherfucker. Forget that.

Bring your ass on.

[Excited Shouts]

Check it out!

That bitch was sold to us by the Muslims
for 10 cartons and some drugs.

That made him ours.

Only he didn't want to be sold.

He wouldn't give it up to us.

So, we decided to rough it off, you know?

You know what's really funny? I said,
"Do you know what's really funny?"

There are worse things than that.

Ain't that something?

[Muffled Shouts]

[Yells]

You're gonna be our kid,
and I ain't hardly bullshittin'.

Get up!

You go on back to your workout.

Being healthy's a good thing.

FELIX: Come on, get out of here.

Oh, Virg, gin. That makes $500,000

2-dozen assault rifles, and
3 teenage girls you owe me.

It really mounts up, Dan.
You want some more pruno?

Is a bear Catholic?

I'm ready to deal with my problem.

Are you straight with Venucci?

- The guy on the serving line.
- Good.

Sneak some of that soap back to your house.

- You understand how the thing's goin' down?
- I understand!

You don't try to hurt him. You kill him!

And make sure you break the
piece off after you stick him!

I understand.

Just trying to get my mind around it.

Yeah.

Can I have some more?

Hey.

[Mumbling]

Last of the batch. You get extra.

Yo, Jingles!

It won't be too long now.

- Venucci used plenty of soap.
- And baby the first one's always the hardest.

[Coughing]

I'm gonna take that piece
and fuck you with it, punk.

[Grunts]

[Coughing]

Walk. Walk out of here.

Go on, man. Two points.

Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

Shoot it, man, shoot it!

Oh, all right!

[Indistinct]

[Alarm]

I know you did it, Rainwood.

I don't know anything about anything.

Why, you should know this.

I can do anything I want with you in here.

That's right, Lieutenant.

People like you have been
doing that for a long time now.

It started with those cops, went on through
the trial, and now it's your turn, isn't it?

Well, take your fucking turn. I don't give a shit!

Bartlett!

LIEUTENANT: 90 days in the hole.

A lame like you won't make it.

You'll come out of there
drooling all over yourself.

I wouldn't bet on that.

[Siren]

- What do you want?
- Now, Katie...

don't start getting all nervous.

Sister, we're tried of hearing
your name come up.

You've been complaining to
agencies all over town, have'nt you?

We even heard from the mayor's offce.

You're trying to get those
newspaper guys after us.

Not nice.

I'll trying to get my husband freed.
and I'll gonna continue to try.

Katie, if we didn't know better,

we have to think that you were trying
to find a someway to take us down.

It's just not gonna happen, Katie.

People have been trying to do it for years.

We've been beaten. Danny here was stabbed.
I was shot several times. Nothing happened.

It's like we're charmed, you know?

Who can explain it?

You can talk to anybody, you
want to and it won't mean shit.

Like Fitzgerald. He acts all bad
but basically, he's a pencil pusher.

Now, we all know what
happened to your old man.

He wouldn't play along and he fucked himself.

That was long time ago, so why don't you forget
it and just stop bothering people, all right?

No one can touch us. You remember that.

They admitted to me that they framed
Jimmie. What more do you want?

Secondhand conversations, Mrs.
Rainwood, mean nothing. I told you that.

All right. They threatened me.

Parnell said that your department was shit...

and that you were a...

A what?

A punk nigger with his nose up the brass's ass.

GUARD: Clear the yellow line.

Clear the yellow line.

CONVICT: Way to do it. Way to do it, Rainwood.

CONVICT: Solid job, Rainwood.

- GUARD: Escort.
- It's Rainwood.

GUARD: Clear for escort.

Escort.

[Moans]

VIRGIL: Jimmie Rain.

You feelin' a little... logy, are you?

It's probably too much rich food lately.

Night life fucked me up, too.

You did a piece of work and
you held your mud. It's over.

A great flick tomorrow night.
I expect to see you there.

Oh, God, Danny, Danny, Dan!

I got to stop eating that Cuban food.
It's ripping up my insides. Ow!

You got to learn how express your feelings,
Mike. You're just a ball of repression!

I'll give you repression. Right
here's repression. Boom!

FITZGERALD: Hey, boys. We need to talk.

Well, look who's here.

Off the record.

Kate Rainwood came to see me.

Kate who-wood?

You would remember you
put her husband away.

So, what make your point.

She said you two guys threatened her.

- Did she sa... did she say that?
- Listen, the two of you, stay away from her.

Oh, fuck her.

And fuck you! Fuck you!

I think this internal affairs
horseshit is going to your head.

Ow!

Do it, Scalise, do it!

I'll break his fucking neck!

You stay away from Kate Rainwood!
I don't like being called a punk nigger.

boy.

CONVICT: Hard rain fell on
those motherfuckers. Too bad.

Nice game, man.

Next time, all right?

You keep thinking that, I'll
keep getting richer, Train.

Yeah, right.

Why don't you invest that vast
wealth of yours in my sports action?

- You got to think about your future.
- Forget it, man. I only bet on a sure thing.

Like your hair getting gray
before you get out of here.

Lucky fuckin' shot, Rainwood.

Hey, Butcher, man, you still
listening to weight-loss tapes?

Asshole.

They ought to wire the man's jaws shut.

JIMMIE: Go ahead. You can
run, but you can not hide.

VIRGIL: Let me think, will ya?

That hole's just getting
deeper and deeper, isn't it?

- Check.
- I was counting on you...

to make up for my losses to Malcolm.

Is parole still agreeing with him?

Yeah. He took off some dope
dealers and started own business.

- He couldn't wait for a bank loan.
- Free enterprise in action.

She didn't forget how to make
lemon pound cake, did she?

No, no. She's sending you
the recipe and an apron.

You asshole.

Boy, yeah.

Must be nice to have Kate out there waiting.

It's everything. I feel like
a kid everytime she visits.

I walk around for a week grinning like a maniac.

She kept me strong.

Yeah, they do that, don't they?

I had someone once.

All right, you got my attention.

I met her in a bar one night.

Those days I was running and ripping;

just daring the man to catch me. I was
trying to become a legend, you know?

- Lord, the things you remember.
- You got that right.

She was there the night
Parnell and Scalise busted me.

She jumped all over them and
they kicked the shit out of her.

- You don't forget things like that.
- GUARD: Lock-in.

Janie had heart.

I'll catch you tomorrow.

Right.

You know, you're in a category
all by yourself in this joint.

- You're actually innocent.
- Yeah, not like the rest of these assholes.

So, what's on your mind, Virg?

You ever think about getting some pay-back?

Yes, I have.

But they're cops.

- They're also human.
- Just barely.

But...

there's always a way to take somebody down.

Hey, it's not multiple choice. Yes or no?

It's not me.

I remember when shanking
a man wasn't you neither.

Give me some respect on this, will you?

You didn't know a goddamn thing
about respect until I taught you.

Since you're up for parole,

what gonna do, just go home, and live happy
everafter, like all this never happened?

Don't put me under the gun, man.

I just want my life back.

How often does a con get a
chance to get some justice, huh?

Or deserve it?

I think I've proven myself...

ready to reenter society...

and start a new life for myself.

I have a good...

How about the truth? Hi,
members of the parole board.

I've just wasted over 3 years
of my life for no fucking reason.

Nah, I don't think the truth will fly.

Yeah!

I won't be needing these.

Here.

- Where'd you get that stinger?
- Someplace.

Just, don't blow the power when
you hook it in the last socket.

I know how to use it. I've only been
doing time since Jesus was a baby.

I hardly wore'em.

That's my phone number. I haven't
had one for a while, so don't lose it.

I guess I'm gonna have to watch
the neighborhood by myself.

Oh, I guess that makes you the Mr.
Rogers of the correctional system.

Huh, ha ha.

I owe you, man.

Everything.

Thank you.

Wasn't nothing. I had time to kill, anyway.

Take it slow, Rain.

Don't forget your schooling.

[Buzzer]

Ain't life a motherfucker?

Riding in a car.

You know, Kate...

all things considered... I think I
should've taken the honor ranch.

New color's great.

What is it?

Robin's egg.

- Oh, I'm dying for a beer. Do you want one?
- Are you kidding?

- You sure you don't want anything stronger?
- Beer is great.

- The place looks wonderful, Kate.
- I'm so glad you're...

Let me put these down... [Gasps]

- [Grunts]
- [Gasps]

Oh...

goddamn it!

It's okay.

I thought about this moment for 3 years.

I wanted it to be perfect.

We have all the time in the world.

You're the best.

[Sigh]

There's this cabin we can rent...

up in Arrowhead.

No neighbors for 10 miles.

Guaranteed.

So, what do you think?

In the yard, there was a strong wind
that always blew from the west.

I'd look at the mountains, covered with snow.

And, sometimes I'd think that
wind was gonna pick me up...

carry me over the walls to you.

You'll never know how much
I missed your sweet face.

That's what kept me alive.

[Engine Starts]

[Car Door Bangs]

[Car Door Bangs]

PARNELL: Rainwood?

Long time, no see.

[Engine Stops]

Bad looking ride, Jimmie.

Come on inside. We need to have a talk.

It's all right, Kate.

I haven't done anything. It's okay.

- What are you doing here?
- Nice to see you again, Mrs. Rainwood.

You're looking very good.

We had to make another
call in this part of town.

We thought we'd stop by.

Mind if we... sit down?

Sit down.

Honey, get us something cold to drink, will you?

- What the fuck's wrong?
- I told you to sit your ass down!

Sit down! Sit down!

Get us something cold to drink, goddamn it!

Why don't you that, Katie?

What are you, some kind of bad
ass now you did some time, huh?

You can say fuck and everything.

Don't you ever come out of your
mouth like a smart-ass with me!

Rainwood?

Do you know who you are?

You are an ex-convict on parole
and you are owned by the state.

The state believes the police,
not the ex-convict, always.

Jimmie, I don't want you to think
we're picking on you. Thank you.

We do this with every parolee we've busted.

It's kind of like preventive maintenance.

Guys get weird ideas in the joint sometimes.

But, this call is special. You and
your crusading cunt of a wife...

- have caused us a lot...
- Jimmie, please don't.

You wouldn't let go, and it got you shit!

Now, go ahead, Katie, try to save
him like you couldn't do before.

From now on, Rainwood,
you are a model citizen.

If we happen to say "shit", you squat.

Understand that, and it
might keep you out of jail.

Jimmie?

Are you all right?

I make shit coffee.

I woke up and you were gone.

Jimmie?

They're not gonna leave us alone,
you know that, don't you, Kate?

We go on like this, they're gonna keep sliding in
and out of our lives, whatever they figure out.

- We can move.
- Kate, I'm on parole.

- Aren't there circumstances...
- What kind of reason am I going to give them?

Police persecution?

Christ, my parole agent probaly would
haul me in county for observation.

We'll just have to deal with it, somehow.

They came into our home!

Jimmie...

you can't fight these men. And,
it's not just because they're police.

They destroy people whenever they
feel like it. And, you're not like them.

You don't know me.

Of course, I do.

Not anymore.

What are you talking about?

Talk to me.

You see what's happening to me, but
you got understand, it's happening to us.

They're tearing us apart,
and I won't stand for that.

I won't lose you.

I'm gonna stop them.

- What are you going to do?
- Whatever it takes.

Now, you can be in...

or I'll keep you out, if that's what you want.

Whatever it takes.

I'm here because we don't
know what else to do.

It's like they haunt Jimmie, and
after they came to the house...

We need your help.

Well Jimmie already introducing me to
Malcolm, but he can only do so much.

Those assholes have been riding high so long...

...they think only can take
them down as kryptonite.

Of course, they are, pea
brain, dickless shitheads.

Which is definitely in our favor. Definitely!

You've been hoping for something
like this, haven't you?

Let's just say, it makes my decade!

I'll get exactly the information you need
and I'll reach out to you real soon.

You're just like Jimmie described you:

a schemer and a charmer.

Thanks for everything you did for him, Virgil.

You boys got the competition running for cover.

That's very good work.

I like having only my dope on the street.

- It makes me feel special.
- Our pleasure.

We like to think we know how
to make a point, Mr. Donatelli.

DONATELLI: It's Joseph.

You keep making that point and
we'll keep getting wealthier.

Virgil sure got this shit down.

How long have they been hooked up?

It's a pretty recent thing.

Donatelli uses them to edge out
the other dealers in long beach.

where ever any competitors,
he tips Parnell and Scalise...

and they bust'em. Fucking cops...

they steal the dope and
Donatelli buys it from discount.

- Mr. Slick there the lawyer?
- Mr. Nate Blitman.

He spreads the cash among the judges
and whoever keeps the focus off Donatelli.

Well, that just proves the good legal
representation is a must, dosn't it?

Yeah. You ain't lying, Jimmie Rain.

Same old, same old.

Your wife tells me you have a plan to put
Parnell and Scalise away for a long time.

Yeah. Kate's told me good things about you.

The problem is, you're a cop, like them.

I'm nothing at all like them! Only I'm here
because your wife asked me to come.

You need a cop to make this stick.

So, if you have something, let's
have it. Otherwise... forget it.

All right, forget it.

You crazy?

You won't be fit to live with
unless we go through this.

And you, have been walking around stiff and
whining about proof since the day I met you!

Now, work the fucking thing out!

What are you willing to do?

At this point...

almost anything.

Look...

with your help, we can get these
guys dirty and put them away.

What do I get if I agree?

You'll witness them buying cocaine.

- No shit.
- You be ready on a half-hour's notice.

I'll give you the time and place. Just you!

No one else.

I'm gonna go along with you on this, but
if you fuck up and my ass ends in a sling...

...you and I are gonna go round and round.

Well, I guess I better not fuck up.

Come here. Come here.

Look at me.

Too many vitamins, huh, Stevie?

What do you got?

Coke. 10 or 12 keys, uncut.

I can tell you where and I can
tell you when it's gonna be.

You guys grab it before
they step on it, you're rich.

Who's it belong to?

Reynolds.

- Reynolds.
- I don't know anybody named Reynolds.

- Who's Reynolds?
- He's new guy, he just set up.

So?

- It'll cost you a grand, man.
- You fucking junkie, son-of-a-bitch, huh?

- You fucking junkie, don't play games with me!
- I need the money, man!

You'll get the rest when you call.

- This better be real.
- [Grunt]

The hell of a performance.

This thing's gonna give me a heart attack, man.

Now, Stevie...

I just want you to understand that Malcolm
and I know people who can find you anywhere.

Look, I hate those pricks, too. I've
been lookin' for a chance like this.

Well, you got your money and your chance.
Now, take the next "whatever" and leave.

[Boat Whistle]

PARNELL: All right, freeze. Get down, get down!

[Muffled Shouts]

[Boat Whistle]

SCALISE: Keep your hands where I can see'em.

We're gonna find you boys a real job.

Oh, you want to get frisky, huh?

SCALISE: Come on, I'll take you
boys on the whoopee tour.

SCALISE: Up against the wall, now!

Spread'em.

- How'd we do?
- There was only about 25 or 30 keys.

- I'm so disappointed.
- [Chuckle]

SCALISE: Let's move it.

We got a couple of live ones for
you, here. Up against the desk.

- Spread'em.
- Coke. Almost 2 keys.

You guys trying do go for the record?

PARNELL: Yeah, yeah, we gonna go for record.

That is unfortunate.

Well, Mr. Blitman.

What are you doing here?

- I heard you have some of our people.
- I don't have...

You're booking two of Mr. Donatelli's employees.

- Whose employees?
- Mr. Donatelli will expect to see you...

- tomorrow morning.
- Oh, Mr. Blitman, could we...

- Don't worry, boys.
- Mr. Blitman?

Please let me out.

I thought they were working for Reynolds.

PARNELL: One thing is sure, Donatelli is not
gonna believe this was an accident, OK?

Look, we call him up and
tell him what happened.

- We give him back his dope. It's no big deal.
- Yeah, Right.

We've been doing this for a long time, huh?

We're still alive, got some dough,
and we're not in the joint.

- [Chuckle]
- Why don't we just keep the stuff.

We keep it and we'll split.

That those people in Florida
will give us a good price for it.

We could leave the country.

It's not like we don't have
emergency plans, you know.

On your face, motherfucker.

Now!

Do it! Get down.

Get down!

JIMMIE: Get the keys.

On your feet.

Put your free hand on top of your
head. Free hand on top of your head!

Move to the post!

Do you have any idea who we are?

Yeah. Two-thirds of "The Three Stooges".

[Laughter]

- Take it easy.
- Fuck you!

- Just, be cool. Buy some time.
- We better.

- They find out we been ripped off, we dead.
- Hey, we'll handle it, man, we will.

How could you be so stupid!

- It was my dope, and those were my men!
- Look... eh...

We'll bring you your drugs tomorrow. It's
just too risky to touch it today. Really.

By noon tomorrow, or the world won't
be big enough to swallow you up.

And remember this...

if either of you fuck me, you
both fuck me. Understand?

And if you fuck me, being
cops won't mean nothing.

I'll kill your families, then you.

And I'll do it in pieces. Now, get out of here.

[Ringing]

Yes, special narcotics, Parnell.

MALCOLM: This is one of
the guys that took you off.

Well, wha... what do you want?

Look, we made a big mistake. We didn't
know the dope belonged to Donatelli.

- Yeah, you made a big mistake, all right.
- Okay, okay, okay.

All we want is some traveling money.

$20,000.

We'll sell it back to you, and we're gone.

We just want out alive.

- All right. There's this place outside town...
- No, no.

I'll call you back with the
place. Have the money.

Kate?

You'll call Fitzgerald in 10 minutes?

This doesn't scare you, does it?

It scares me...

but I can handle it.

Jimmie?

You said I don't know you anymore...

but I do. I've thought a lot about what
must have happened to you in prison.

[Sigh]

It's not what happened to me, Kate.

It's what I did.

I promise you, after tonight,
we'll have our lives back.

If something goes wrong,

- and I wind up in prison...
- Jimmie.

If I wind up, back in prison,
you have to promise me...

that you'll move on with your life.

I don't want you to hold on again, Kate.

I love you too much for that.

I can't make that promise to you.

So, I guess you'll just
have to come back to me...

Jimmie Rain.

$20,000 for three-quarters of a million in coke.

It's not a bad deal.

Come on, you're doing the right thing.

- Just think of it as early retirement, huh?
- Right.

Now, we'll be in Florida before
Donatelli even misses us.

PARNELL: Be sure you get a receipt.

[Car Engine Starts]

- Anything?
- No. Looks all clear.

Drive by the shops, huh?

We got company.

- You guys miss your bus?
- You the man?

Turn around. Spread your legs.

He's clean.

MALCOLM: Right now, I'm
gonna tell you exactly how it goes.

You give me the money. When my
partner sees me drive off...

he'll put the rest of coke in that
barrel over there on the corner.

- You got it?
- Hey!

- I want my dope now!
- Slow down.

I don't want to slow down, Danny,
and who is this creep anyway?

- That's I want to know...
- I'm your daddy, punk!

Back off.

SCALISE: All right, look, here's the bread.

All right, I'm gone, gentlemen.

Are you crazy?

- PARNELL: Hey, shut up!
- Shit.

- Mike.
- Shut up.

I'm not gonna let shit
like this order me around.

Now, I want you call your partner and get
him here in 5 seconds with the dope...

or I'll blow your fucking brains out right here.

You understand? Now do it.

Jimmie?

Jimmie!

MALCOLM: Yo, Jimmie!

Jimmie!

- Let him go!
- Rainwood!

Let him go. I've got it.

- Okay. You go and get the stuff.
- Yeah.

And you put it in the car.

Come out here where I can see you.

Put the bag down right here.

Up against the car.

Hands on the trunk.

You know the position, Rainwood.

Uh-huh, what have we here?

Oh, Mike, it's yours.

Turn around.

You got balls, Rainwood. I give you that.

I'm just gonna...

pick up this little bag here... and take a stroll.

And, if you try anything
tricky, then we'll shoot you.

Now let him go.

Rainwood, you son-of-a-bitch.

[Grunt]

Police!

Danny, meet me at the entrance.

Give it up, Scalise!

Give it up!

Don't do it!

Hey, man, I'm sorry. I didn't see you.

I'm a police officer. There's
a man hurt back there.

Police officer.

[Yells]

I'm gonna cut you in half.

I wouldn't bet on that.

[Yell]

KATE: Jimmie!

GUARD: Clear the yellow line.

Clear the yellow line.

CONVICT: New fish. Fish on the line.

VIRGIL: Hey, Offcer.

Ain't life a motherfucker?

# Hold on #

# I'll be back for you it won't be long #

# But for now there's something there #

# That's calling me #

# So take me down a lonesome road #

# Point me east and let me go #

# This suitcase weighs me down #

# With memories #

# I just want to be the one you run to #

# I just want to be the one you come to #

# I just want to be there with someone #

# When the night comes #

# Let's put all our cares behind us #

# And go where they'll never find us #

# I just want to be there beside you #

# When the night comes
When the night comes #

# I know there'll be a time #

# When you and I #

# Could take our hands and run away #

# Pick up all the pieces #

# Of this shattered dream #

- # We're gonna make it out someday #
- # Make it out someday #

# We'll be coming back #

# Coming back today #

# Ooow #

# When the night comes #

# I want to be the one you run to #

# Oooh, when the night comes #

# To be the one you come to #

- # Ooh, when the night comes #
- # I want to be the one you run to #

- # Oooh #
- # Aaah #

# I just want to be the one you run to #

# Wanna be the one you come to #

# I just want to be there with someone #

# When the night comes
When the night comes #

- # Oh, oh, when the night comes #
- # When the night runs out #

- # Oh, oh, when the night comes #
- # I wanna be with you #

# Oh, oh, when the night comes #

# Oh, when the night comes in #