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I am Folsom Prison.

At one time
they called me Bloody Folsom.

And I earned the name.

I've been standing here,
in California, since 1878.

My own prisoners built me.

Shutting themselves off
from the free world.

Every block of my granite
is cemented by their tears

their pain,
and the blood of many men.

This is a story
from my rough, tough past.

It happened not long after
the turn of the century.

At the time I tell about,
I had within my walls

a thousand dangerous men that
other prisons couldn't hold.

But, I held them.

If I couldn't
break a man's spirit

I broke his bones.

I kept many of them
in a cell house

that wasn't fit for animals,
let alone men.

It's cells were more like tombs

and the doors
were made of solid iron.

Secured by bars that
only dynamite could budge.

Two men, and often more

were crowded
into those airless crypts.

They slept when they could sleep

on mattresses alive with vermin.

They froze on winter nights

and their bodies
were drainedof sweat

in the breathless heat
of summer.

Every morning,
while it was still dark

my guards made the rounds

turning out
the inmate kitchen workers

so they could cook the slop

that was fed my prisoners
under the name of breakfast.

Is it any wonder
that after a sleepless night

a man sometimes went berserk

and fought the hated walls
that shut him in?

Knock it off, you!
Let a guy get some sleep!

Pipe down, you wing ding!

This was a common thing
in those old days.

I had so little work
for them to do.

Idleness and brutal restrain
is a combination

that rots a man's mind.

Every Sunday morning

a long line of prisoners
waited before the gate

which led to the office
of the Captain of the Guard.

These men had dared
to break my rules

rules no man could keep
under such conditions.

And they were there
to be sentenced to punishment.

First in line was the man
whose mind had cracked

under the awful strain.

His feet
were touching the dead line

and every prisoner knew
that it meant just that.

That the convict
who stepped across that line

without being ordered
to do so, invited hot lead

from the riffles
of the guards in the towers.

Trigger happy morons who
needed no second invitation.

In every prison population
there is always a leader.

And Chuck Daniels, doing
a life term, was just that.

My warden at that time
was of the old school.

In the language of the
prison world, a con hater.

To him convicts were brutes.

And brute force was the only thing
that would keep them in line.

- Pete Donovan.
- Pete Donovan!

Close the gate.

Pete... I see you had
a little trouble this morning?

What have you got
to say for yourself?

Nothing.

Destroying prison property
is a serious offence.

Haven't you got
any explanation to offer?

You try sleeping
in one of them sweat boxes.

According to regulations,
I should put you in solitary.

Go ahead.
Drop 30 days on me.

A concrete bed will be better

than that stinking mattress,
I've been sleeping on.

- Ten days solitary.
- Wait a minute.

He can do 10 days
standing on his head.

Getting temperamental again, eh?
Mark him down for 30.

'It'll take that long to
cool off a big boy like Pete.'

Get him out of here.

Chick Fullis.

I think 10 days
is enough, Warden.

Ten days? What do you think
we're running here?

A flop house for these guys?

Fullis, why'd you start
a fight with Maticy in the yard?

- I didn't start anything.
- The report say--

The report's all wrong, Captain.

What about it, Sergeant?

All I know
is Maticy's in the hospital.

Somebody gave him
a pretty good workin' over.

Maticy says it was Fullis.

- Any witnesses?
- None that would talk.

It wasn't me.
You think I'm stupid?

I just did 30 in the hole.
I don't wanna go back.

That's the trouble
with this joint.

You blink an eye,
the roof falls in on you.

Wait a minute.
Who are you yelling at, con?

Give him another 30.
That'll teach him some manners.

Get out of here.

- Drop out of line.
- What's wrong, Chuck?

I'll tell you later.

Go to the other end of the yard,
wait for me. See you over there.

The students are
sure nervous this morning.

Yeah.

Don't try it, Jeff.
Call it off.

- Why?
- It looks bad.

Why is Rickey standing
up there watching us?

And look at them bulls in 16.

I got to hunch,
somebody tipped 'em off.

- Give it up, Jeff.
- It's too late now.

You won't get another chance.

- I'm going.
- Well, not me.

Take my advice, Jeff.
Call it off.

Anything wrong?

No. Give the signal
when I go through the gate.

- Jeff Riordan.
- 'Riordan!'

Shut that gate!

They've made a break
to the Captain's office.

Open the gate, Joe.

Get outside that gate
or we'll kill these guys.

Get away from that gate,
we're coming through.

Go ahead, fire!

'Fire, I tell you! Fire!'

Fire!

Come on, get in there!

'Hold your fire.
Hold your fire!'

'Hold your fire!

Quite, you fellas.
Everybody back!

You two
are responsible for this.

I'll take care
of you personally.

Alright.

Okay, boys.
The game's over.

What's the score?

Three dead.
Four, maybe five.

- I had a bid to that party.
- Yeah, so did I.

I passed it up.

When I go, I go alone.

How're you going, boy?

Oh, you'll find out.
After I've gone.

Doc Hayden just phoned.

Captain Baxter died
during the night.

Two officers dead.

Lax discipline is the answer.

If Baxter hadn't been so soft,
he'd be alive today.

So, we're clamping down the lid.

As of now, all privileges
are cancelled.

The men not assigned a job

will be locked in their cells
24 hours a day.

Stop the tobacco issue.

Lights out in the cells

the minute the men
get back from supper.

Sherman, tell the mess sergeant

to cut the con's meals
to the bone.

No meat, no sugar.
Beans, three times a day.

And close the canteen
till further orders.

Sergeant, you're
acting Captain of the Guard.

I'll recommend you to the board,
make your promotion permanent.

Thank you very much, sir.

I want you to take the men
who instigated this riot.

They've about three weeks
before they come to trial.

And give 'em six hours a day
on the hooks.

Right.

Now... I'll talk to Jeff Riordan.

Take the cuffs off him.
Go ahead.

Jeff, isn't dangerous. Not now.

Wait outside.

Jeff, you're a bigger fool
than I thought you were.

Nobody ever escapes
what they've done. Nobody.

Six of you got through the gate.

There were others
who couldn't make it.

Others who were all set to go.

Who were they?

Didn't your stool pigeon
tell you that?

Oh, he told us
there was a break coming.

But, he couldn't tell us
when or who would be in on it.

I'll make a deal with you.

The name of the stool pigeon

for the names of those
who missed out.

I know the name
of the stool pigeon.

Look, you are no hoodlum
like the others.

Why protect?

Officers have been killed.
That means a death sentence.

I can get you a commutation.

Yunoski was in on it, wasn't he?

'Daly? Tinker?'

Pardue? Daniels?

You're not even warm, Warden.

Not Daniels?
Your good friend.

You wouldn't go without him.

He didn't know
anything about it.

Neither did the others.

You're wasting my time
and your life, Jeff.

Now, you know
you're going to tell me.

Sit down.

Don't you know hospitality
when you sit?

That was a mistake, Jeff.

Now, we're really
going to have a good time.

- Not Daniels?
- Not Daniels.

Two.

Two.

Three.

Five.

'Three.'

'Two.'

Two.

Got it from an orderly
in the hospital.

He got it from a guy
who works in administration.

Jeff, wouldn't talk.
No matter what they did to him.

Chuck thinks somebody tipped
the warden out about the break.

- That's what it looks like.
- Yeah, but who?

That's one thing
that can't be covered up.

The name of the stool pigeon.

Somebody knows who he is and
somebody will find out.

Yeah, that'll be the end of him.

The end of him? Yeah.

But not the end of Rickey.

Turning men against each other

tormenting them till they fight
back and get shot down.

We'll have him in our necks
till we get out.

Get me? Out.

I told you guys
not to smoke in here.

You know what we got
stashed in this cell.

Wanna be carried out
of here in a basket?

Good morning.

Good morning.
What can I do for you?

I'm Frazier, Sacramento Press.
I want to see the warden.

Well, he hasn't
come back from lunch.

His house is across the street.

Why don't you step over,
send your name in?

Yeah, thanks. I will.

Take this man over
to the warden's house.

Thank you.

- Warden Rickey?
- Yes.

I'm Frazier, Jim Frazier.
Sacramento Press.

Well?

I'd-I'd like a few minutes
of your time, Warden.

What for?

Well, it's been reported
to my paper

that one of your inmates
were so badly beaten

by-by a prison officer
that he is now paralyzed.

- Anything in it?
- No.

I have to have more proof
than that to kill this story.

In other words,
you don't believe me.

That's about it.

Alright, Mr. Frazier,
come with me.

Get in.

Why do they
have to search yourcar?

How do we know

when somebody's stashed a gun
under the hood?

You better shake
this guy down, too.

He's a newspaper man.

Yeah, I might have
a typewriter taped to my skin.

'Okay.'

- After you, Mr. Frazier.
- Thank you.

What's the name of man
you had the report on?

Riordan, Jeff Riordan.

Number 16.

Just a moment.
What is this?

Those are the men who started
that riot a few weeks ago.

'How long have they been
getting this treatment?'

Oh, about two weeks, I guess.

Riordan's in here.

Riordan, move your leg.

See? He's not paralyzed.

'Leave him alone.'

- What did he do?
- He was top man in the riot.

Don't you think
he ought to be in the hospital?

Perhaps you're right.

You should report Riordan's
condition to the Captain's office.

Phone the hospital and have them
send a stretcher down right away.

Any other
suggestions, Mr. Frazier?

'We have to get down here'

and show ourselves
to the gate guard.

What for?

So that he can see
that there's nobody in the car

holding a gun on us.

We lost a warden that way, once.

- A good warden?
- Not bad, as wardens go.

It's only fair to warn you
that the story I'm gonna write

will tell just exactly
what I saw here today.

Go ahead, write it.
But write this, too.

Those men murdered
Captain Baxter and a guard.

They tried to use Sergeant Hart
and me as hostages.

And if they'd got away with it,
we would've had our throats cut.

What would you do
in a case like that?

Put him in the bridal suite
and give him breakfast in bed?

Okay.

Drop in again,
Mr. Frazier. anytime.

Thanks. Maybe I will.

What do you want?

Mr. Rickey, sir, the word's out,
I tipped you off about..

- You know.
- Uh-huh.

You gotta help me.
Get me away from the yard.

You'll be alright.
We'll protect you.

I don't think you can.

They'll kill me, Warden.
They'll kill me!

Alright, if it
worries you that much

I'll have you transferred
to the ranch.

Thank you, sir.

Shall I have him transferred
right away, Warden?

No. Forget about it.
Leave him where he is.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'll be glad to give you a lift,
if you're going my way.

- Well, I--
- Now don't misunderstand me.

I mean a lift.

It's awfully nice of you,
but... I'm going to the prison.

Well, so am I.
Come on, get in.

- My husband's in Folsom.
- Oh? What does he do?

He works in the quarry.
He's a convict.

- Oh, I see. What's his name?
- Red Pardue.

- He's getting out soon.
- Well, that's good news.

Oh, it is for me.

It's tough going bringing up a
couple of kids without a father.

- Two kids? You?
- Mmm-hmm. A boy and a girl.

- You got children?
- Uh-uh.

- You should have.
- Oh, I gotta get a wife first.

That would be better.
They're such fun.

- What, wives?
- No, kids.

Well, here we are.

- Have a nice visit.
- We will.

Thanks for the ride.

Every time
I come up here to see him

they tell me
they've got him in the hole.

But if he's in the hole,
how'd you get in here?

Just as to see somebody else.

I've got lots of friends
livin' in this place.

- I'm crazy about you, kid.
- I'm the same way about you.

- You're not gonna ditch me?
- Never.

- If I could only--
- Hey. What's going on here?

Have a heart will you?
We're on our honeymoon.

Don't wear what you're wearing now.

Get something simple,
you understand?

Okay, Chuck.

Tell the people you rent from
that your husband's in the hospital.

Lung trouble or something.

And you need a place
for him to get well in.

But Placerville was
close to Folsom.

Don't be stupid,
that's just the first stop.

- I'll tell you what, Molly.
- Yes, Joe?

Send me some yarn.
I learning how to knit.

'The way things happened, Janie'

There I was,
all set to go with that mob.

I told you it was crazy.

Couple of weeks later
I get a letter from the board

telling me
they've granted my parole.

You could be dead now. You
should thank God on your knees.

I did. Just think Janie.

Six more months
and I'll be coming home.

I haven't been able
to think of anything else

since I got your letter.

- You told the kids?
- Of course.

Jinny is too young
to understand.

- She hardly knows me.
- But the boy..

What did he say?

Oh, what all kids
say when they're glad.

- He ain't ashamed I'm a con?
- He boasts about it, Red.

- Oh, no. Look, that's bad.
- I know.

You say, he's crazy
about football?

Okay, you tell him
life's just like that.

That you can't play the game
without the rules.

And if you break the rules,
you gotta pay the penalty.

Tell him, a thief's
not only a snide player.

but he's a chump who gets
at the neck every time.

And tell him... I love him.
I love them both.

Well, I see
you've heard the bad news.

Yeah, hear some guy's moving
into the Baxter's quarters.

They also tell me he's gonna be
the new Captain of the Guard.

- That's right.
- Well, what happens to me?

What about my promotion?

Well, I thought I could get the
board to leave things as they are.

Put the new man in your old spot.

I even talked to them
on the phone. No does.

I know how you feel, Cliff.

But I'm not happy either.

After all the years
I've put in here.

It makes me feel like a sap.

I know. I know. But listen
to what the board wrote to me.

Get this.

"You've been working too hard,
Ben and you're tired.

"Your staff has let you down.

"What you need in Folsom
is a transfusion.

"New blood, young blood.

"So, we're sending Mark Benson

as your
new Captain of the Guard."

New blood! Young blood!

What do they think I am? Old?

Mark Benson. Didn't he
used to work at Quentin?

Yeah, he was a sergeant.
University guy.

They made him superintendent
of the road camps.

I met him a couple of times.

Heard him sound off once

at a meeting
of the Prison Association.

Cons are mentally sick. Early
influences, society's to blame.

- You know, that line.
- Yeah, I know.

What are we supposed to do?
Give him a shove in the arm?

You know what he wants
to use on cons?

- No, what?
- Psychology.

- No kidding!
- Fact.

You know what that is?

- Well, it's uh--
- Here.

"The science which treats
of the mind of men

"and any of its aspects.

"Systematic knowledge
and investigation

of the phenomena
of consciousness and behavior."

Well, he better not
try that stuff in here.

Oh, I want him to try.

I'm gonna give him
all the rope he needs

and then watch him hang himself.

Yeah?

Mr. Benson is here, Warden.

Oh, come in. come in.

- Hi, Mark. Welcome to Folsom.
- Thank you, Warden.

It's gonna be a pleasure
to work with you.

You've met Captain..
Uh, Sergeant Hart?

No, I haven't.
But I've heard about him.

I'm gonna need a lot of help
from you, Sergeant.

That's what I'm here for.

Of course it'll take me
a few days to orient myself.

You know, this is
a pretty big reservation.

Yes, it is. So take
all the time you want.

Now that we've got
new blood in here.

I'm gonna take it easy.

You know your job,
so I'm giving you a free hand.

Folsom means maximum security
and we're stuck with it.

But outside of that

I welcome any suggestions
you have to offer.

Oh, that's very kind
of you, Warden.

I really hadn't expected you--

I know.
I've got a tough reputation.

But my bark
is worse than my bite.

- Right, Cliff?
- That's right, Warden.

- You've been here before?
- Just once.

- Hart will show you around.
- Sure.

I know we're gonna get along
fine together. Just fine.

- Thank you, Warden.
- See you later.

This is the guard relief.
The day shift just got on duty.

Boys, I want you to meet
Mr. Benson, the new Captain.

- How are you?
- Hello, Captain.

That's all, fellows.

Well, the Folsom's guard line
hasn't changed much

since I saw it last.

- Any high school men among 'em?
- Yeah, couple, I guess.

It's tough to get good men.

Yeah, at only $60 a month
and their keep

you can't buy much
for that kind of dough.

Let's go see
the canning plant first, huh?

Here's a guy I think
you should know.

Rouf, meet the new captain.

Rouf Morcher,
the oldest con in the pen.

Yup, I've been here since 1895.

He was eligible for parole 13
years before he applied for it.

Then when he got it,
he didn't wanna leave.

Why not, Roux?

Well, you see, Captain

I wanted to take
my dog Jojo with me.

'I got the warden's permission
to take him.'

And everything went fine
until we got to the front gate.

Then he wouldn't move.

'Nothing I could do
would make him stir his stubs.'

So, I figured,
if Jojo didn't like it outside

maybe I wouldn't
like it neither.

No, sir!

Sergeant, do you
permit dogs in here?

No, Jojo's the only one.

He's a good ratter.
The joint's full of rats.

We manufacture and repair

all the shoes
we use in the place.

Hello, Leo. How's it going?

Okay, sir.

He's Mr. Benson,
new Captain of the yard.

Hi.

How old are you, Leo?

Twenty, Captain.

He's doing life, murder, first.

Tell him how it happened, Leo.

I killed my wife.

She was 18, five bullets.

For every bullet, I quoted a
word from the marriage service.

"Until-death-do-us-part."

Funny thing about it, she didn't
do what he thought she did.

He knows that, I suppose.

He does now.

- That's a stiff climb.
- Sure is.

- My name is, Brody.
- Mine's Benson.

I'm the new Captain of the Guard.

Glad to know you, sir.

Got a good view
of the yard from here.

Wow!

I see some old friends of mine
from the Sierra road camp.

Yeah, there's Hop Rand
and Marty McCain.

Hop's got rabbit blood in him.

Always taking it out on the lam.

That's how come
he finally landed in here.

That's the noon call, for mess.

How much are we allowed
per day, to feed the inmates?

Fourteen cents per man.

Oh. That's less than
five cents a meal, isn't it?

That's right.

What kinda food
can be bought for that money?

Ha ha, beans.

Beans for breakfast,
dinner, and supper.

Yeah.

What I wouldn't give
to crash out of this joint

and get some decent chow
for a change.

Yeah, me too.

Why aren't the men permitted
to talk while they're eating?

Warden's orders.

That's bad, for morale.

I didn't like
the looks of the food

I saw on those tables either.

I don't think the cons like
the looks of it.

Kinda hot, ain't it?

Yeah.

Can I get you guys some water?

We'll get our own water.

Yeah.

He's right on time.

Tink said we could expect him
through here at about 10:30.

But watch yourselves now.

This is it, stool pigeon.

Stay away! stay away!

- Hey, come on here!
- He fell in!

'Get a rope, get a rope.
Hurry up.'

I don't think he can swim.

- Who was it?
- Gebhardt, he fell in.

He can't swim!
He'll go over the dam!

There's a man in the river!

- Who was it?
- Gebhardt.

He slipped,
fell in the mill race.

We tried to grab him,
but it was too late.

Alright, get 'em back
on the job.

Come on, let's go.

Who was he, Sergeant?

Stool pigeon.

That was no accident, Sergeant.

Should we go back?

Well, did you see everything?

I saw an inmate kill one.

On of the men on the track gang.

He fell into the mill race
and was swept over the dam.

- Who was it?
- Gebhardt.

Oh. An accident?

Yes, Warden, it was an accident.

'Here's his file card.'

Evans, bring in your book.

O-1342, Carl Gebhardt.

Mm, stool pigeon.
They... come and go.

Uh, wire this man's wife.

"I regret to inform you,
uh, your husband died as a.."

Uh, correction.

"Your husband died
accidentally, as of this date."

"He has, uh, $2
on the prison books."

"Please inform us, what
you wish done with his body."

- Sign my name that's all.
- Yes, warden.

Well, Benson.
What do you think of Folsom?

It's quite a place, warden.

No, no. I wouldn't do that.

Yeah.

Okay. I'll take care of myself.

Yeah, I'll call you
later on it. Right, goodbye.

- Like your new office?
- Close to the yard.

You picked it. Say, you
remember that wire we sent

to the wife of the con that
was killed down with the dam.

The one with the $2
on the prison books?

Here's her answer. "You keep
the body, send me the $2."

Warden, I sent you a list
of changes the other day

that I... wanted to make.

- Well, why don't you make 'em?
- I was waiting for your okay.

I'm giving you a free hand.
What more do you want?

Well, it's fine. Oh,
there's... one other thing.

What about those men
being punished in the hall?

What about them?

Well, they'd be coming up
for trial in a few weeks.

They'll all get
the death sentence.

Don't you think
that's punishment enough?

Look, Captain.

That's one department I want you
to keep your hands off.

Is that clear?

It's quite clear.

Okay. Forget it.

What's for breakfast
this morning?

Same old slop. Bread, mush,
skimmed milk and black coffee.

Argh!

You wanted to see us, Captain?

Yes, I did.

Sergeant, how can prisoners
respect men who have no respect

for their own appearance?

From now on, the officers
of the guard line will report

for duty in uniforms
that are at least clean.

And they'll conduct themselves
like officers. Not like thugs.

Yes, sir.

Stuart.

If a pure food inspector
was showin' through

the prison canteen plat,
he'd have apoplexy.

The place reeks of filth.

And as for discipline..the
workers are either bullied

by the guards or left
to do as they please.

The same thing
applies to all the shops.

- Clean 'em up.
- Yes, sir.

Also, I want that silence sign
taken out of the mess hall.

Let the men talk while they eat.

And as of today, we're taking
beans off the prison menu.

How can you run
a prison without beans?

Beans are good wholesome food.

Well, they might be
if they weren't spoiled.

According to the record,
ten barrels of rejected food

mostly beans were thrown
into the ranch hogs last week.

Is that right, Stuart?

Yes, but what am I gonna feed
'em if I can't feed 'em beans?

Feed 'em the ranch hogs.

Then they'll get the beans
in a more palatable form.

Don't you ever feed
meat to the inmates?

Sometimes.

Make it three times a week.
What do they get for dessert?

Each man gets a... pint of
ice cream every fourth of July.

Give 'em a pint every Sunday.

We've got a dairy herd on
the ranch. Put the milk to work.

That's all, Stuart.
Oh, and don't forget.

- Meat for dinner.
- Meat!

Will that be all, Mr. Benson?

That's all, Sergeant.

What's so funny?

I've been reading
your file card.

That's quite a score, Chuck.

You crashed the walls
of more jail houses

than in any man in the country.

What would you do if you were
serving a life sentence?

Oh, I am afraid, my answer
might incriminate me.

Besides, I am
on the opposing team.

- How do you like it in here?
- Not so good.

The jail is full
of suspicious characters.

You're due to go up
pretty soon ain't you, Red?

127 days, 12 hours,
31 minutes, 11 seconds.

You can see, he hasn't
given it much thought.

I see by your file
card that you're

a licensed dynamite man outside.

That's right.

I have got a friend in Redwood City
in lumber business.

I think, I can get you
a job out there.

Come and see me in a couple
of days, will you?

- Thanks, Captain. I will.
- So long, fellas.

Not a bad guy.

Your move.

'Say, Mr. Benson.'

- Yes, Stinker?
- Uh, that's Tinker not Stinker.

- That's what I said.
- Oh, uh.

I would like to talk to you
about getting out of here.

Alright.

I'm-I'm not a confirmed criminal

like the rest of
the guys in here.

I should be on the outside.

Maybe, you're right at that,
Tinker. You'd probably do more

good for the law outside
than you would inside.

That's what I have been
trying to tell everybody.

I'll bet that you can keep
at least 10 policemen

working all the time.

All men called for the quarry
detail answer to your names.

- McCain.
- Yes.

- Ryan.
- Here.

- Masters.
- Yes.

- White.
- Here.

- 'Pardue.'
- Here.

'Tinker. Tinker!'

Here, present, here, here I am.
Have a light?

'No!'

- 'Ferretti.'
- Here.

- 'Daniels.'
- Yeah.

- 'White.'
- Here.

- 'Uneski.'
- Here.

- 'Mesnic.'
- Yeah.

- 'Dailey.'
- Here.

- 'Swede.'
- 'Here.'

- 'Montgomery.'
- 'Here.'

Let's go.

Okay.

Alright, come on.

We're gonna blow out
that big edge up there.

Chuck and I'll go ahead
with the wire.

You fellas follow
with those cases.

Okay, here's yours.
Take it.

- Walk easy, Tinker.
- What's the set up here?

Pardue is top powder man. That
was his job on the outside.

We help them, come on.

Uhh.

- Say Nick... what's in this?
- Nitro.

- What's that?
- Dynamite.

Dynamite?

Hey, hey, watch out for a blast.

Uhh, hey, if anything happens
to me, I'm gonna quit this job.

- 'What do you want?'
- This is 60% dynamite, Sarge.

We use this stuff,
it will shatter the rock.

- The case is marked 40.
- They used the wrong stencil.

- We've got three other cases.
- They're all the same, 60.

The product company
doesn't deliver till tomorrow.

- Can't you borrow some in town?
- Yeah, we might.

Put the cover back
on that case, Chuck.

'While you're about it, you
better get some number six'

'number eight detonator caps.
We're running short.'

'I'll have to send you in with
the truck to handle the stuff.'

Tinker, Ferretti
get back to your drilling.

- You heard, what he said?
- Yeah, yeah, I heard him.

Hey, where're you going?

I got a date,
with a guy named Ferretti.

Pardue is a
licensed dynamite man, Captain.

It's safer to let him handle it.

Yes, sir, I have
a guard I can spare.

You go with him, Michaels, get
the pick-up truck at the garage.

Here's an order for the keys.
Stop at the Captain's office

on your way up
and pick up a pass for Pardue.

I'll phone, the stuff will be
ready by the time you reach.

- Where you bound for?
- Down to village.

Alright.

Okay.

Wait here a minute.

Going to phone my wife, see
if she wants anything in town.

Cover that truck.

Okay, Red. Let's go.

Hold it, Red
get away from there.

What's the matter?

I got words that
shake this down again.

Alright, alright, don't get
nervous screw I'm getting out.

I know you are.

You can kiss
that parole good bye, Red.

Ah, he didn't know
anything about it.

I'll bet he didn't, he was
driving the truck, wasn't he?

Come on inside both of you.

I'd have done the same
thing in your place.

We got to face it, Red.

There are no
secrets in the prison.

'Only the guards know
what happened.'

The inmates will figure out
that you--

- Turned stool pigeon?
- I wouldn't put it that way.

- You're not a con.
- That's what I'm getting at.

Well.

I'm glad to see, one of you
cons has a brain in his head.

This note you sent up to the
tower has gone into the book.

Your mind really
worked fast didn't it, Red?

It had to Warden.

I wonder what would've
happened if I posted this

on the bulletin
board out in the yard.

'They'll turn on you
like a pack of wolves.'

Now, but you
don't need to worry.

I've told everybody who
knows to keep their mouth shut.

I think we owe
Red a word of thanks.

Sure, sure and I appreciate it.

Well, Michael's waiting
for you in the truck.

You go on into town
get your dynamite

and go right back to your job
as if nothing had happened.

Yes, sir.

You're not going to send
him back to the yard, are you?

- Back to his old job?
- Why not?

Cons don't know
anything about this.

Well, they'll find
out soon enough.

Ferretti was found in the truck,
they're liable to suspect, Red.

Oh-oh.

Let me tell you something.

The minute I move Red
out of his regular spot

every con in Folsom will know
he turned Ferretti in.

You didn't think
of that, did you?

You know why?
Because that's something

you'll learn from experience
not from books on psychology.

He's going out in a few months,
we owe him protection.

I need him in the quarry.

What do you want me to do,
play nurse maid to the guy?

I still think,
you're risking his life.

And I say, I'm
still Warden here.

You seem to forget
that once in a while.

That's a bad habit, Mr. Benson.

Hey, Peter, I've
been looking for you.

- Where you've been?
- To school.

Can I carry your books?

- What'd you study today?
- Home Economics.

It's all about marriage.

That's what you ought
to do, get married.

Me? Give up my
freedom? You're crazy.

We missed you since
you got transferred, Red.

Hey, that's neat.

The air from the vent
makes it go round.

What do you know.
What you got it for?

Something to look at
when I'm trying to sleep.

What're you holed up
in here for, Red?

I don't feel right.

You know what day this is?

The Placerville Tigers are
playing our team this afternoon.

You ought to be sitting
on top of the world

the break you got the other day.
You know, Ferretti had made it.

Could have dropped
the axe on you.

What's the matter
with you anyway?

- Nothing.
- You sure?

I turned Ferretti in.

- What are you talking about?
- I turned him in.

I spotted him
behind the seat in the cab.

I didn't know what to do, Chuck.

I thought of my parole,
my wife and kids.

I had to do it.

- Does, Ferretti know?
- No.

Who does?

Rickey, Benson,
half a dozen guards, you.

Ferretti knew that if he did
make it, you'd take the rap.

That's like sneakin' up
behind a guy in the dark

and sticking
a knife in his back.

The other cons
won't see it that way.

No, they believe what
they read about themselves

that cons don't talk.

75 percent of the prisoners
in every stir

I've ever been in, squeal
on each other all the time.

That's the code
of the underworld.

Try to make them believe that.
To them I'll be a stool pigeon.

But not to me, Red.

You're the kind of
a guy I'd tie to every time.

Didn't I take you in on
this break I've been planning

for years, you're
the first guy I told about it.

If it wasn't for your parole.

You'll be gone with us when we go.

Now come on, let's go
out and watch that game.

Hey, Jennings look what you do.

Well, Tinker, you ain't
been down here in a long time.

Have you missed me?

Sent him to do that plumbing job
you've been cracking about.

It's about time.

How would this place ever
operate without my hands.

Yeah, get in there.

Call me when you're
through with him.

Right. Number nine, Tinker.

Got a leaky waste trapped
in this one. Can you fix it?

A guy can pick a lock,
can fix almost anything.

See if you can pick that one.

'Sing out when you've finished.'

How long they gonna
keep you down here?

I'll be lucky
if I ever get out of here.

Nick, how come you got caught?

Pardue turned me in.

Pardue... no kidding.

I didn't know anything about it
till a couple of days ago.

Pardue, why that
don't seem possible.

I didn't think he knew I was in
the truck, he must've got wise.

You see, I got a friend
in the captains' office.

One of the con clerks.

Finally figured out
a way to tip me off.

You want me to spread
the word in the yard?

- That'll fix him good.
- Daniels will cover up for him.

Yeah, I guess he would at that.

Look, Tinker.

I've got close to 300
under prison books.

You stop Pardue
from going out and it's yours.

Have it sent anywhere you say.

You know, I've got
good connections outside.

They can't help me,
because I'm in on murder first.

They could spring you out
in a parole. It'll be a cinch.

Accidents happen all the time.

What about it, Tinker?

What about it?

Hey, Jennings, the job's done.
Let me out of here.

300 bucks, Tinker.

I assure it'll buy
a raincheck for you.

You'll have to stand still, Red,
if you want me to get it right.

You know what
this means, don't you?

I do. You'll be going
out tomorrow.

But don't worry,
I'll have it ready for you.

It means my wife'll see me for
the first time in five years..

...without a prison uniform.
She's coming up to get me.

What's the matter? Don't you
think you can find the way home?

She'll wear a new dress,
blue, like her eyes.

She'll straighten my tie
and say, "Red, you big lug."

And then she won't be able
to talk, and neither will I.

Red, Noonan wants you
over in the quarry. Come on.

I'm coming. My last job
before I sign out.

Right.

Tell the sarge
we're all ready to blast.

She's all wired
except this hole.

Alright.

Everybody stand clear!

- All clear?
- All clear!

Keep your head down.

- What's the matter?
- Flying piece of rock got me.

I told you to keep
your head down.

Dobby here got hit.
He had to see the fireworks.

Go tell Officer Broath
to take you in to the doctor.

How'd it go?

Not so good. One side
didn't blow at all.

Must be a break in the cable.
It's old stuff. I'll find it.

- It's a break alright, Sarge.
- Yeah.

Looks like we got a jinx
on this job. Hurry it up, Red.

'That explosion got Red.'

It wasn't my fault.
He kept yanking on the wire.

- Why didn't you stop him?
- I started to.

He gave it another yank and it
flipped over and made contact.

I tried to grab it, but it was
too late. He did it himself.

I couldn't help it.

I never had no trouble with Red.

I was no friend
of Ferretti's either.

So you knew about that, huh?

Okay, Tinker. Okay.

Come in.

Mrs. Pardue, Mr. Benson.

I remember you. You gave me a
ride to the prison, didn't you?

That's right.

This isn't my office,
Mrs. Pardue

but I had you brought here
so we wouldn't be disturbed.

It's about your husband, Red.

Won't you sit down?

What's the matter,
Captain Benson?

Has Red done something wrong?

You're not keeping him
here any longer, are you?

Is he hurt?

Tell me!

I'm going to tell you, Mrs. Pardue.

I'm going to tell you
exactly what happened.

Well, Benson, what's new?

I just finished telling Pardue's
wife that he's going out today.

What's that?

- In a box.
- Oh, I see.

How did she take it?

In a way you wouldn't understand.

You see... she loved him.

You told her it was
an accident, of course?

I told her it was murder.

What do you mean murder?

We couldn't prove that
in a thousand years.

I told her
you killed him, Warden.

You wouldn't dare say that.

When you sent that man
back to the yard..

...you knew that sooner
or later the men inside

would find out
what had happened.

- He had to take that chance!
- The chance you made him take!

In your twisted mind a convicted
man is no longer human.

He's a thing to be kicked
around, to be thrown away.

That's how you show
your courage.

By stepping on men
who can't strike back.

Why, you phony reformer..

You're all worked up, Captain,
or you wouldn't say such things.

I face these cons, thieves,
murderers, all alone, unarmed..

...that's why they
have respect for me.

They hate you, Rickey.
They despise you.

Maybe, but not to my face.

I had you figured right, Benson.

Your psychology is just
another name for weakness.

It takes guts to run a prison.

No, it takes brains.

Brains and understanding,
and all you have is beef.

You talk that way to me!

Listen, I got news for you.

From now on, I run
this prison my way.

That's the only way
you understand.

There's a change coming,
a big change.

Only you're too blind to see it.

Yeah?

There are men in this
country who're making

a science of phrenology.
Not weak men, strong men.

Strong, because they're right,
Rickey.

Before long the prisons of this
state will be in their hands.

- Tell that to the board!
- They know it!

And they know that you and
your kind are on their way out.

You're dated Rickey.
You're a back number.

You have no fear of thieves
and murderers

because you think
the way they do.

You're as much a psychopathic
case, as any man in here.

And you're making the same
blunders every dictator made

since time began.

Study the records..

...and you'll see they
all went down in disaster.

- Give me Sergeant Hart.
- 'Hart speaking.'

Hello, Hart,
the Warden speaking.

Mr. Benson has just resigned
I want you to take his place

and I want you to revoke
every change made by Benson

while he was captain.

From now on, the rule
is rigid discipline.

And the tougher, the better.

That's all for now.

Well, they seem to be taking
it alright, don't they?

What else can they do
but take it?

I'll be late for dinner.
You're in charge, Sergeant.

- You mean Captain, don't you?
- Yeah, Captain.

- Keep your eyes open.
- Right.

This might be the time for it.

Are you ready?

Pass the word on to McCain
and Ryan as we go out.

They know what to do.

Eh, who you steppin' on,
big foot?

Alright!

Two.

Four.

Two.

- Did it work?
- It sure did.

They counted him.

- Now, they're all yours.
- Okay.

- Alright, Cliff.
- 'Goodnight.'

Collins calling, from
the gun gallery at No. 1.

Everything's quiet.

Get back! Drop that!
Drop that stick.

- Are you crazy, Daniels?
- I said drop it.

That's it.

Now, get on back to 197.

Come on.

Alright, you gotta open this.
Hurry up!

Come on.

- Here, get McCain and Ryan.
- Right.

Listen, everybody!

'We're going out.'

'Those of you who wanna
go along, be ready!'

Those that don't,
play low or you'll get hurt!

Alright, let's go.
Get him down there.

Chuck.

'What's the matter, Tinker?
You getting nervous?'

Fray and I wanna be out.
Let us out of here, will you?

Take it easy.
We'll get around to you boys.

At the desk.

- Where's the hot stuff?
- We got it.

Give here.

Smell that screw.

- Get on the phone, get Hart.
- What will I say to him?

Exactly, what I tell you
to and nothing else.

Give me Captain Hart's office.

- Hart speaking.
- 'This is Castle, Mr. Hart.'

'I'm in the old block.'

'There's something wrong
with the gun guy, Collins.'

- Yeah? What's the matter?
- I don't know--

He's got a stroke.
Tell him to get over here.

Maybe he's got a stroke.
You better get over here.

Okay.

He's on his way.

He's got the key to the door
to the administration building.

That's the way we are going out.

Now, come on.
We'll meet him there.

You too. Come on.

Drop this. Get 'em up!

- Frisk him.
- Alright. He's okay.

I want the key to the door
to the administration building.

You're out of luck, Daniels.
I haven't got it.

- Where is it?
- The Warden has it.

- Where's he?
- He's home, having dinner.

Good, well go call him up.

At the desk!

Call Rickey and tell him
you need that key.

Tell him to send it
to Cellblock 1.

Well, go on!

Get at it.

Hart speaking.

Connect me with
the Warden's home.

What do you want, Wong?

Mr. Hart's on the phone, Warden.

A man can't even eat
his dinner in peace.

Hello, Cliff.
What do you want?

I'm in old cell block,
number one, Warden.

There's a break going on here.
The cons have got guns!

Hello? Cliff? Cliff?

Operator?
Operator?

This the Warden, there's a break
going on in Block No. 1.

Turn on the alarm!

We'll come when we're
ready for you!

Call Towers 18 and 21

and tell him to keep that
searchlight on Cell house No. 1.

Yes, sir. Get me Tower 18.

- What're you doing here?
- I came to help you.

I don't need your help. I can
thank you for what's happening.

I understand these men leading
the riot. Let me talk to them.

- You wanna get killed?
- No, they'll listen.

- No, that's out.
- Maybe stable the position.

- Why should I?
- It'll affect the rioters.

- Troops mean they're beaten.
- I've asked for no help, yet.

But you'll save lives, you
haven't enough men to handle it.

I know what I'm doing
and I don't want your advice.

Warden, they're sending a man
out under a white flag.

He's talking
to one of the screws.

Now, they're taking him
to the Captain's office.

Well.

Warden, I've got
nothing to do with this.

They opened my cell and sent me
with a message. That's all.

How'd you get out?

- Through the gun gallery.
- How did you get up there?

They got a rope. If you don't
make a deal with them..

...they're gonna start killing
the guards, one at a time.

Yeah?

They want the keys
to the administration building.

And that you let 'em out
of the front gate.

- How many?
- Oh, there's six of 'em.

Once the way is cleared, they'll
take a couple hundred with them.

They told me to tell you
if I ain't back in ten minutes

they're gonna start
killing guards, anyhow.

Very fair offer, eh, Mr. Benson?

Just about what I had expected.

If you don't send him back,
they'll kill those men.

Don't worry.

I'm sendin' him back.

He's coming back.

You stay here, Leo.
Keep your eyes open.

Come on, you two.

The guy who we sent
is on his way back.

You stick here
and keep this door covered.

- Is that you, Ed?
- Yeah.

- What's the Warden's answer?
- I got it right here!

'Chuck! Chuck!'

It was Rickey! I got him!

- Make sure.
- Okay.

Rickey, huh?

So, that's the way they want it.

Alright, they'll get it.

Come on.

Don't bunch up around here.
Ferretti. Tom.

Go down and cover those windows
at the other end. Go, get going.

Get out of here!
Get back you guys!

Come on!

'Hold your fire!'

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

They stopped shooting.

- What does that mean?
- We'll find out.

Keep that opening covered.

- They cut the lights.
- Take it easy.

- 'Daniels.'
- Hold it.

- 'I wanna talk to you.'
- It's Benson.

What do you want?
The Warden?

- You're too late, he's dead.
- You're gonna surrender.

What for?
So you can string us all up?

- 'You've committed murder.'
- That's what you call it.

'If this thing goes on we'll be
forced to attack the cell house'

with explosives!
Every man in there will die.

I want you to send out
Sergeant Hart and the guards.

Also the men who are still
locked in their cells.

Then you ring leaders
must come out alone.

Unarmed and with your hands
over your head.

'I'm offering you,
your only chance, Daniels.'

'You've got five minutes.'

Look who's out there.

One minute!

We might as well face it.

Turn all those guys
loose in the cell blocks.

Three minutes!

Better turn those
guns over to us.

Go on, get out of here,
while you got the chance.

Hey, Chuck. You're sending us
out with the others, ain't you?

Yes, Tinker,
we're sending you out.

The both of you.

Sending you out, just like
you sent out Red Pardue.

'Four minutes!'

- Get ready to duck, you guys.
- No, not this time.

Don't Nick, that's dynamite.

There you have a story
from my notorious past.

Today, the picture is
an entirely different one.

Through the years that followed

my board of directors
gave me modern new buildings

to house my growing population.

But what is more important,
they gave me a change of heart

administrators who were
merciful, as well as just.

Today under the direction
of an enlightened phrenologist

my guards are chosen
by competitive examination

and without
political interference.

My walls are still impregnable

but the prisoners inside them
are treated as individuals

for what they are
and for what ails them.

I am still overcrowded.

There is still the evil
of two men in a cell

but that will be corrected
by a legislation.

In my prison hospital
you will find every modern appliance..

...every expert medical care..

...to correct a man's thinking
you must keep his body fit.

And by the same token
you must occupy his mind.

Eleven million license plates
were produced this year..

...inmates are paid
a nominal wage.

And are given a chance
to regain their self respect.

I can't keep all the men
you send to me.

A great majority will one day
be sent out on parole.

Their care, their rehabilitation
is you problem, as well as mine.

You can't lock them up
and forget them.

Sooner or later, one of them
may be your next door neighbor.

If they send you to me now,
I'll be just.

I'll be humane.

But don't get me wrong.
I'm no pushover.

You will still find that there
is no substitute for freedom.