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[RAIN PATTERING]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Stop. Stop there.

It proves
we were absolutely right.

One yell from us that Hanley's
been getting a rake-off

on the new roads and bridges,
just one yell,

and the assistant
district attorney

wakes up
the president of the joint

in the middle of the night,

and they burn the books.

But our yell was
for those books.

If they burn them, we have only
your unsupported testimony.

No.
No.

Peace, peace. All of you.
Wait, look.

The fact that they can't
produce the books

is the fact that supports
my testimony.

Don't you see, chief? The cement
company will only be the start,

the bomb that will blow up
the whole rotten mess.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

WOMAN [OVER INTERCOM]:
Mr. Hanley's on the telephone,
sir.

Hello.

Hello, Hanley.
What's on your mind?

Listen, Patterson, you tell that
smart reporter of yours, Ross,

that he's digging
himself into a hole

it'll be awfully tough
to get out of.

I'll give him the message.
That all?

No. I just wanna warn you
against going completely crazy.

You've given me a million-dollar
libel suit if I ever saw one.

And, Patterson, I know
how to use a libel suit.

If you don't print a retraction
of this graft story,

I'll break you.

Make no mistake about it,
I can do it.

Thanks for your interest, Jesse,

but I'm still running
my own paper.

All right, you asked for it.

I think
that's what I needed.

All right.
If it's going to be a fight,

we'll take off the gloves
and let him have it.

Play up the burning
of the books. Play it up big.

Write your version of the affair
under your own byline.

You've got it, pappy.
Come on, baby.

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Get in. In back.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SCREAMS]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

WOMAN:
He's burnt.

I seen it!
It's your fault!

You drove on the wrong side
of the street and hit that guy!

Drunk! Look at him,
stinking drunk!

He's full
of that stuff!

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Come on! Let me in.

I'm Ross of The Record.

Yeah,
and you're drunk.

Do you know you killed
three people?

Yes, you.

[ALL CLAMORING]

You, Frank Ross,
having been found guilty

of the crime of manslaughter,

it is now my duty
to pronounce sentence.

I must add that the verdict
of the jury

has the court's heartiest
approbation.

Nor can there be any excuse
for leniency in your case,

as you should be well aware.

Since you have, in signed
articles for The Record,

often denounced drunken driving
as the most ghastly of crimes,

a view with which
the court agrees entirely.

And when such drunkenness
results in the slaughter

of three young,
innocent citizens,

words become inadequate
to express our horror.

I was not drunk,
and I was not driving that car.

[CROWD MURMURING]

[GAVEL CRACKING]

Nor can we condemn too harshly
your vicious assertion

that you were---

Framed. Yes, Your Honor, framed.

By that eminent public servant,
District Attorney Hanley

and his equally eminent

and equally crooked assistant,
Grayce.

Your Honor.
I protest.

Framed because they knew
I could show them up

for the grafting rats
they are.

Frank, don't make it worse
for yourself.

All right.
You've done a great job.

You've discredited me
and my paper.

You're putting me away, but you
can't keep me in the pen.

You'll never be able
to shut me up.

I'll get out,
and when I do,

I'll prove you responsible
for these murders.

[CRACKS GAVEL]

Frank Ross,
you are hereby sentenced

to the maximum penalty
the law provides:

imprisonment in the state
penitentiary at Rocky Point

for one to 20 years,

at hard labor.

[GASPS]

Court adjourned.

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WOMAN:
Frank.

You can't come
in here, lady.

He's my son.

I'm sorry.

WOMAN:
Frank!

[SOBBING]
Darling, please write often.

I'll just die
if I don't hear from you.

I'll write as often
as I can, baby,

as often as they let me.

We'll get you out.
They can't keep you in prison.

Kinda watch out for my mother,
will you?

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

MAN:
Every morning, when you wake up
in your cell, just remember

that the boys will be working
their ears off for you.

Don't worry, Bill.

I'll take it easy.

And when I get out,
I'll have a story to write.

They're a couple of reporters.

You know, smart guys
that are always writing

about "crooks are yellow"
and "crime don't pay."

The DA don't like that
because he knows better.

So he sends this guy
to the jug.

Won't be long. You'll be out
before you know it.

Hmm. He's going in and out,
just like that.

Clever boys,
these reporters.

Write a piece about me
when you get out, will you?

The name is Stacey,
life sentence.

I like to read my name
in the papers.

If you don't shut up, you may
find it in the obituary column.

Oh, my goodness. Hey, deputy,
will you change my seat?

I don't like
to play so rough.

He run over a couple of guys,
so he thinks he's tough.

You know how it is
with the first couple of guys.

Ha! I don't think
he's so tough.

No?

No.

How tough are you, babe?

That's good.
That's good.

[MEN CLAMORING]

If you get into trouble in here,

you become second-
or third-grade prisoners

according to your offense.

More serious offenses
are punishable

by solitary confinement

or as we call it here,
"the Hole."

I don't recommend it.

Obey orders.
Behave yourselves.

Keep clear of troublemakers.

May I have a word with--?

Keep your arms folded.

What do you wanna say?

I'm here on a political
frame-up.

I'm innocent too,
warden. I...

When a man is legally convicted
and sent here,

we must assume him
to be guilty

and treat him on that basis
alone. And another thing:

Talking is forbidden
in this prison

except during
recreation periods.

Don't forget that.

That's all.

Dismissed.

Left turn.

[MACHINERY RATTLING]

New bunch of fish, huh?

Well, blow my top!

If it ain't the great Stacey,
back here again.

Couldn't bear
to be without old Pete, huh?

Same stupid puss,
only uglier.

What's he in for
this time?

Hundred and ninety-nine years.

Well, now. That's kind of
handsome of that judge,

I must say.

Throwed the book at you, huh?
Well, well, well.

Now, just to show you

what a real "welcome home"
you're gonna get,

who do you think's here
doing the book too, huh?

Your old friend
Limpy Julien.

Hmm.

Thought that would get
a rise outta you.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, Limpy!

Limpy, come here!

[CANE BANGING]

Come here.

Know this fella?

He ought to know me,
the rat.

I gave him that limp
when he crossed me up

in the Dannemora break.

Yeah, I know you.
And you ain't gonna forget me.

Now, now, boys,
don't quarrel

on Mr. Stacey's first day
back in school.

Go on over to that breaker
and go to work.

We're gonna see a lot
of each other, you and me.

And Limpy.

Get to your machine.

Watch yourself.

You go on over there and help
those boys stack those bales.

What's your name?

Frank Ross.

Say "sir" when you
address an officer.

And fold your arms.
You hear?

Go on over there
and join Stacey at that breaker.

[SOFTLY]
Yes, sir.

MAN:
Stacey.

Pipe down,
I'll talk to you later.

Hello, you mugs.
Break out the band.

Stacey's back.

Well, for crying out loud--

Oh, just for a visit, boys.
Just for a visit.

This is Ross, mugs.

A gentleman from the press.

He's a killer,
so hang on to your hair.

Sorry we ain't got any
typewriters on this machine,

nor no yellow ink.

What do I do?

Why, you flap your ears
and wish you was a swallow.

When did Limpy come in?

A month ago.
What is he in for?

Murder, second degree.
He's doing life.

You know it's Limpy or me,
don't you?

It ain't gonna be me.
How much time you shook?

Shook a trey.
I'm out in two months.

Good. Keep your nose clean.
See there's no slip-ups.

I may need you
on the outside.

Okay. Don't turn
your back on Limpy.

He's got a knife stashed,
and he'll use it.

Don't worry,
I'll watch him.

[BELL RINGS]

What was you talkin' about?!

You hear me.

What was you talkin' about?

Why, Mr. Kassock, sir, uh...

ain't there a rule
against talking

in this young ladies'
riding academy?

Yeah! And you broke it.

Limpy heard you.
What'd he say, Limpy?

I couldn't hear what he was
saying, but--

Why, you no-good rat.

HASSOCK:
Stop it!
Stop it, I tell you!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Get back to your machines,
you men!

All of you!

Learning kind of fast,
ain't you, mug?

I'm no mug, and I don't
like to be called one.

Oh, you don't like it, huh?
No.

Well, there's a lot of things
gonna happen to you around here

that you won't like either.

Limpy.

Get me a deputy.

We'll see if a month
in third grade

will take some
of that guff out of you.

Now, get over there and change
your clothes. Both of you.

Get back to your machines,
you men!

I owe you one
for tripping Limpy.

It was screwy,
but good.

Forget it.

Your first day in stir,

and you tangle
with Pete Kassock,

the toughest screw
in the state.

And get his prize rat
a sock on the noggin,

and you lose your privileges
for a month.

Oh, you got the makings
of a swell con.

Not me, brother.
I won't be here long enough.

Yeah, until you do leave us,
let me give you a little advice.

You know anything
about Limpy?

No, not yet.

Well, remember this
if you wanna stay healthy:

He's the deadliest,
most treacherous killer

in this or any other pen.

Look out!

[MEN CHATTERING]

MAN:
That's a homer.

MAN 2:
Hey, over the fence is out.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Well, Mr. Reporter,
how about that plan of yours

for getting in and out?

Seems to me, you've been
in here 30 days now.

And they turned down
your pardon.

Yeah.

That gives you a year and a half
before you can even ask again.

Well, uh, the paper's working
on a new angle.

If they can get some evidence,
I can get another trial.

You see what I mean, Ross?

There I was keeping my nose
clean and going straight

for the first time
in 20 years,

and those dirty coppers
have to put the pinch on me.

And even with a bum rap,
do I get a break

and go to a decent stir
like Stillwater or Sing Sing?

Oh, no.

I have to fall
in this state.

It might have been worse.

Suppose you started to run,
and the cop slugged you.

Well, I'd sooner be slugged.

I'd sooner be dead
than live in this madhouse.

Break your back working all day.

Sit in your cell
until next morning

with nothing to do
but stare at the wall.

Screws going by, snooping.

Rats like Limpy.

First thing you know,
you're stir-nuts,

just marking time
till you can get out

and kill the first creep
that comes in your way.

I wonder
if the joint's getting me.

Don't let it
get you down, Meuller.

Keep your mind
off yourself.

MAN:
Hey, you guys.

Well, I'm collecting today
for a change.

Lassiter over there
claims that whales give milk.

Same as a cow.
Can you beat that?

Certainly, numbskull.

Whales aren't fish,
they're mammals.

They give milk
like any other animal.

Okay, whales give milk.

But personally, I think you guys
are still ribbing me.

Hey, Lassiter.

Come over here
and join the rest of the dopes.

Say, what's Lassiter in for?

Why, he just stole
a 100-pound sack of walnuts,

and he buried them.

Now, he sits around
worrying for fear

the squirrels might find it
before he gets out.

He worked in a bank.

He accepted a deposit
from a guy

after he knew the bank
was on the rocks.

It's what they call
a legal technicality.

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

What was this you were
telling Red

about sharks giving
cow highballs?

Whales, not sharks.

And I was trying to tell him
that dogs don't have any pores.

Oh, where do you get that stuff?
Sure they got pores.

How are they gonna sweat then
if they ain't?

Off their tongues.

I told you the guy was loco.

[CHUCKLING]

Speaking of sharks,
watch it.

Get up off that dirt!

Where do you think you are,
in some county jail?

Lassiter, look at you.
Wallowing around like a hog.

Stand up and come to attention
when an officer speaks to you.

I didn't know it was
against the rules

to sit on the ground.

Shut your trap.
Another crack out of you,

and I'll put you in the Hole.

Any talking's to be done
around here,

I'm the guy that'll do it.

Fold your arms and salute
when an officer speaks to you.

Everybody salute!

Bunch of cheap,
tinhorn crooks.

Never knowed nothing
and never will.

Watch your step,
the lot of you,

or I'll break you.

Show you tramps
who's boss around here.

Yes, sir, Pete's certainly
one nice guy.

I'd like to meet him
on the outside sometime.

I'll meet him,
all right.

Or maybe I won't wait until
I'm on the outside.

Thattaboy, Meuller.
Let's hear what you'd really do.

What would I do to Pete?

I'd cook him with a steam hose

until his hot carcass
fell apart.

I'd take a blowtorch!
I'd take a hammer!

Shh!
Stop it.

Just the thought of him
helpless in my hands makes--

Come on, pal.
Let's go watch the game.

Got a feeling Meuller will
really keep that date with Pete.

Personally, I'll settle
for Limpy.

Yeah, why?

Maybe I don't like the way
he plays a piano.

Maybe I just
don't like stools.

You have to know
all the answers?

Stacey, I just been ratted on.

What about?

That can of soda you
slipped me this morning,

they saw me using it.

Whoa, that means the Hole
if they ever catch you.

Who ratted?

Limpy and that new pal
of his, the Polecat.

Why, those--

What's wrong with soda?

Mix it with salt
and tobacco powder.

It makes snuff.
It's forbidden.

You got it?
Yeah.

Slip it to me.
You?

You're going out
on parole next week,

and you can't afford to go
out of circulation now.

I need you on the outside.
Slip it to me quick.

Mob around. Here.

Red, keep the shiv
till I come out.

You other guys take a powder.
Garsky, you stick with me.

Watch yourself, there's
the captain of the Hole

talking to Pete.

Okay.

There's Pete and Temple
crossing to 'em now.

Sure fixed Stacey's watchdog,
didn't I?

Nice work. Pipe down.

Well, I think those rats

snitched on the wrong party
this time.

Who's the new rat?

Carlisle, better known
as Polecat.

He came in
a couple days ago

and started palling around
with Limpy right away.

Oh, yeah. Five years for
manslaughter. Heard of him.

Yeah, for manslaughter,
five years.

I steal a tire,
and I get 20.

Smells like he's got
some pull somewhere.

Come on, get going,
Stacey.

There's something
funny about this!

You had it, all right.

Who, me, sir? No, sir.
I ain't that kind of a boy.

Hey, something went wrong.
Puttin' Stacey away instead.

Never mind. I'll take care
of him when he gets out.

Into the Hole he goes.
Poor sucker.

Aw, solitary never bothered
Stacey. He can do it easily.

Yeah? Did you ever figure
why screws like Pete

ain't bumped off?

No, why?

This state's got
no death penalty.

So if you knock a guy off
in here,

you do life in the Hole.

And if that still
don't tell you nothing,

take a gander at him.

In the Hole, you're handcuffed
to the cell bars

eight hours a day.

No light, no furniture.

No heat in the winter.

Bread and water
only at noon.

That guy was a great joker
when he first come here.

He was always
ribbing at guys.

They gave him six months
in the Hole.

Just six months.
And look at him now.

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[MACHINERY RATTLING]

I'm getting fed up
with Pete.

I'm getting fed up
working here.

I don't know if I can
stand it any longer.

I'm fed up too.
Nothing we can do about it...

but wait.

I wish I'd stayed
home in Fargo.

Why'd you leave?

I was dogcatcher,
and they run me out of office.

I didn't have the heart
to kill them poor pups.

I'd turn them loose
as fast as they was catched.

Oh...

Is that a ghost?

Well, we'll soon find out
who wins the blood sweep now.

You gonna
bet on it?

I don't bet on one guy
killing another.

That ain't it.

Limpy got a message in to Stacey
that he'd get him

before he's out of the Hole
24 hours.

But you gotta call
the hour.

I'll bet two cans
of tobacco

one of them gets it
in seven hours.

Give her a shot of oil
up there, will you?

Yeah.

How'd they handle you?

Can't kick.

Need any soap or tobacco
or toothpaste?

No. Listen, Ross,
forget about that shiv.

What shiv?

I don't know the meaning
of the word.

This.

I don't see any shiv.

Okay, Ross.

[PLAYING
"DON'T GIVE UP THE SHIP"]

Hey, Stacey.
In here.

[MUSIC ENDS]

[TAPS]

[BOLD THEME PLAYING]

[APPLAUSE]

[PLANES SOARING]

[CHEERING]

MAN:
Today we honor the memory

[COUGHING]
of Admiral John Harrington.

This monument we dedicate
is a thing of stone...

[SCREAMING]

[MEN CLAMORING]

Hey, something's
the matter!

Quick, turn on
the lights! Quick!

[MEN CLAMORING]

Turn on the lights!
Turn on those lights!

They got one of the rats.
Hooray!

Get them all,
the dirty finks!

That guy Limpy, he chokes
and flops out in the aisle.

Sit down, sit down,
you men!

Get back
in your chairs!

Get back there.

He was sitting
right next to me.

Then all of a sudden
he starts coughing.

And then, like I told you,
he flaps out in the aisle.

All right, men,
take him to the morgue.

[MEN CHATTERING]

Nobody leaves their seats!
Sit down there, you.

Sit down there.

GUARD:
Nobody leaves their seats.

GUARD 2:
Sit down there.

Sit down, sit down.

GUARD 3:
Sit down. Sit down.
Take your seats.

[MACHINERY RATTLING]

What's up?

That paper you work for
doing you any good?

They're trying.

You been in here
four months.

Yes, but they've been fighting
the administration.

That doesn't help.

A bum rap,
wasn't it?

What's all this for?

Listen, Ross.
I didn't kill Limpy.

All right.

Believe it or not,
I didn't.

I meant to,
but the screws searched my cell.

So I passed the shiv
on to another guy

who loved Limpy
just like I did.

So Limpy collected
the next morning.

Okay.

But that don't make
no difference.

You thought I did it.

A word from you, and I'd be
doing the book in the Hole,

and you'd probably
be pardoned.

I'm no rat.

I owe you plenty
for that.

You don't owe me a thing.

And I'm gonna pay.

Kid, did you ever figure out
that if I was out,

I could find out who framed you
and get you sprung?

How?
I got connections.

I can find out anything
that's happened

by putting dough
in the right places.

So, uh, all we've gotta do
is get you out of here?

Jiggers.

Listen, Ross.
This is no screwy idea.

I'm not so nuts I'd risk
the book in the Hole

just to get rid of
another rat.

Another guy
beat me to it.

But it works out the same.
I'm using it to beat this joint.

Sorry, Stacey, you've gotta
start at the beginning.

All right. If you're up
for killing some guy in here,

you're tried
in the courthouse.

I'm doing life, 199 years.

So no pardon, no parole.

You can't crash over those walls
in a million years.

The only chance is to get
to the courthouse

and try it from there.

An army couldn't get you
out of that courthouse.

A lot of guys have tried it,
and they've all been buried.

They tried it alone.
They didn't plan it.

Listen. Garsky and me,

we figured this out together
before he left.

I let someone snitch
to the warden

that I sunk that shiv
in Limpy.

I get indicted.

Garsky follows the case through
the papers or a mouthpiece.

He knows the day I'm to be tried
and the courtroom.

He makes
all the arrangements.

Mm-hmm.
And where do I come in?

You're the only guy I ever met
that gave me a break

without putting the bee on me
for dough.

So now I'm giving you
a break.

Go to the warden and tell him
about me having that shiv.

No, no. No, Stacey,
I can't.

I could have saved Limpy
from being killed

if I'd used my head.

I've been thinking
of what I'd have done

if I were on the outside.

I'd have tried
to run the murder down

and slapped it all over
the front page.

But you're not
on the outside.

No, I'm not.
I'm in the pen and I'm a con.

But Limpy was killed,
murdered.

That still means something
to me.

No, Stacey, no.

I can't help you to use a murder
to make a break. Sorry.

No, no soap.

What's the matter with you?

You going stir-nuts too?
This is a sure out for you.

Hey, dummy up.

So there you are.
Where you been, huh?

Under the machine,
taking a wrap of fiber off.

Yeah, that's as may be.
You got visitors.

I ought to park your lazy
carcass in the Hole instead.

Take it. Get out of here,
before I change my mind.

Face the wall.
Fold your arms.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Ross, you wanna take
a trip to court?

No.

Then cut out that staring
into the visitor's room.

And say "sir"
when you address an officer.

Yes, sir.

All right, Ross.

Don't forget to give this
to Pete when you go back.

Sit here.

Come in, miss.

[SMOOCH]

[WHISPERS]
I miss you.

It's been so long.

[WHISPERS]
I've missed you so terribly.

[SOBS]
Frank.

Oh, it's all right,
darling. It's all--

It's all right.

We're trying so hard.

We haven't let up a minute.

Nothing new?

Only what I wrote you.

And they haven't been able

to get a line
on Shake Edwards,

that man that was in front
of the building that night?

Not a trace of him.

Mm, I'm sure he was
the finger man.

He was the one.

But we'll find him, Frank.

A lot of the boys in the A.P.
are working with us.

Mm.

Frank, I know you don't want
your mother to see you here,

but can't you forget that?

No, no.

But it's too cruel
to keep her from visiting you.

I...couldn't say no.

I've brought her here.

Please see her.

Please, Frank.

You can't send her away.

All right, all right.

All right, madam.

You shouldn't
have made the trip.

It's too far.

Are you feeling well?

Yes, I feel fine.

That's good.

Your face is so thin
and pale.

Are you quite sure
you're all right?

Oh, yes, I feel great.

They let me bring you
something to eat.

Everything you like.

I got the ice cream across
the street from a little shop.

You never tell me anything
about your work in your letters.

Is it terribly hard?

Oh, no.
I've got a swell job.

All I've gotta do

is, uh, take care
of the twine stock,

and every now and then,

write a few articles

for the prison paper.

Oh, I'm so glad.

We must be patient.

Joyce and the boys
at the office are wonderful.

They're sure
they can get you out.

Yeah, sure, I know.
They'll--

They'll take care of me,
all right.

You're not eating
your lunch, dear.

It's everything you like.

Chicken and nut bread and...

chocolate cake.

[SOBBING]

Oh, Mom, please, please.

Please don't worry, will ya?

Well...I've gotta go now.

Oh, but the time
isn't--

I think
we'd better leave, dear.

Just a minute, ladies.
He's got to leave first.

[SMOOCH]

Goodbye, Ma.

Stacey.
Yes?

Will there be any shooting
down at the courthouse?
No.

I don't want any more blood
on my hands.

Give me your word?

I give you my word.
And I don't lie.

All right, Stacey,

I'll put in with you.

Remember this.

Afterwards, they may figure
you were in on it

and throw you in the Hole.

You may have to take
a lot of punishment.

I don't mind.

Now, don't break down
and confess.

Once it's done,
keep your mouth shut.

That's gonna be
the tough part of this.

I know.

You or any of those guys
on the paper

got any idea
on who framed you?

We have only one lead.

Did you ever hear
of Shake Edwards?
Yeah, a rat.

Well, he was outside the
building the night it happened.

He fingered me,
I'm sure of it.

Shake Edwards?
Mm.

I'll find him,
and I'll get you out.

No matter how tough it looks
or how long it takes,

I'll get you out.

And legally.

All right, Stacey.

Good luck.

So long, kid,

and thanks
for everything.

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

Can you get this out?

Sure.

Will the other end
pay off?

Yeah. Watch it,
it's dynamite.

You know me, Mr. Ross.

So you're the smart fellow
who didn't know anything

about the Limpy Julien killing.

Answer the warden.

You better come clean
for once

and make it easy
for yourself.

Open that ugly mouth
of yours

before I knock you
through the wall.

There ain't much to say.

In other words, you admit it.

Come on, Stacey,
make a statement.

You haven't got a chance.

Why, you--!

Here, here, stop that!

Lang, kick 'em apart.

Nice work, kid.

Stacey!

Hold it.

Hold it.

I couldn't have wanted
a nicer confession.

Take him to the Hole.

Keep your mouth shut
about this around the yard.

And watch out for yourself.

Some of the inmates
might not like you

for turning Stacey in.

I had another reason.
I'm a newspaper man.

I wouldn't cover up
a murder outside--

Get outta here.

[���]

Get this, wise guy.

We bury the ones
that try to get outta here.

If you don't believe me,
try it.

MAN:
Here he is now.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Hello, Lockhart.
How's the mouthpiece?

Hello, Stacey.
Not worried, are you?

Me, worry?

Why, we'll beat
this rap.

By a neck.

That's Ross, eh?
Yeah.

I'll talk to him
in a minute.

Hey, sit down.

I'm Lockhart,
Stacey's lawyer.

If they wanna know
what we were talking about,

say I was asking you

if you were going
to identify that shiv.

No, he hasn't got
a chance.

Open-and-shut case.

Everything's set.

After he's gone,

he'll keep in touch with you
through me.

That's all. Sit tight.

How are you, deputy?

How are you?

What'd he want?

Ah, the dirty fink.

He wanted to know
if I was certain

I could still
identify that shiv.

Oh.

Well, don't talk
to him anymore.

We'll send you the original
once it's in the paper.

You can only talk to him
for a minute.

Thank you, deputy.

Ought to be a pip.

Oh, I hoped
you wouldn't come, darling.

This may be a mess.

If it is,
I want to be with you.

Frank, we've got
good news for you.

I think we've located
Shake Edwards out west.

Maybe you'll be home
before the month is over.

That'd be great.

Spill it, what do you
got us here for?

Yeah, what gives?
Come across, Frankie.

It's a long way to come
for a trial

when The Record's
got wire coverage.

I was lonesome. I wanted
you to hold my hand.

Nix on the acking-cray,
Frankie.

Give us the lowdown.

I can't. But listen.

There'll be a story,
a beat for The Record.

Jerry, you grab shots
of everybody

in the courtroom
and every thing.

Above all, keep your eye
on Stacey.

Don't look now,
you saps.

Come on, that's enough.
Break it up.

I told you
you could only have a minute.

Thinking about
jumping, Ross?

All right, go ahead.

There's a nice stretch
of concrete three floors below

that you can splatter
yourself on.

[GAVEL CRACKS]

BAILIFF:
Everybody rise.

Superior Court of Hudson,

in and for
the County of Manton,

is now in session.

The Honorable James C. Scott,
Judge, presiding.

[GAVEL CRACKS]

Be seated.

The People of the State

[HORN HONKS]
v. Judson Stacey.

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOTS]

Don't worry, darling.
Don't worry.

No, I'm not worried,
but can he possibly escape?

I don't know. But listen,
I'll probably get a pardon.

If there's any cross up,
need any advice,

get hold of Stacey's
lawyer, Lockhart.

You hear that? Lockhart.
Mm-hmm.

Aw, baby, it won't be
so long now.

He made it. A fine mess.

Yeah, he made it.

Well, maybe Stacey
made it,

but we won't lose you,
you dirty little rat.

Stay here and get
your story, darling.

Come on.
I'll write you Sunday.

Over there.

Bring him in.

Where did Stacey lam to?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me,
you little rat.

I've been handling hooligans
like you for 25 years.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Listen, Ross.

You're gonna talk if we have
to bury you in the Hole

for the next 20 years.

With an added stretch
for aiding an escape.

Now, where did he go?

I tell ya,
I don't know.

Wise-guy reporter, eh?

Tell us what ya saw.

It was on a Monday.

Him and Stacey was behind
a breaker, whispering together.

Then they shook hands.

And right after that,

Ross told the warden
Stacey killed Limpy.

You heard that?
Now what do you say?

He's a liar. I never said
that Stacey killed Limpy.

If Stacey had done it,
he'd have covered up,

and not sent me in
to rat on him.

Well, why did you stool then?

You never opened
your trap before.

I thought I might get a break
from the pardon board.

Listen, Ross,

you are not
dealing with suckers.

That getaway
was planned months ago,

and timed right to the second.

You were in on it.

And another guy.
Now, who was the other guy?

I don't know
anything about it.

Oh, you don't know
anything about it?

Who filled the back of
that truck with mattress padding

so Stacey could jump?

I don't know, I tell you.

You don't know.

Who passed Stacey the signal

so he'd know
which window to jump from?

You don't know
that either, do ya?

What kind of a car
did they change to

after they ditched
the hot car down the road?

You don't know.

Well, let me
tell you something,

you're doing
a 20-year stretch.

And if you don't talk,

there'll be
no pardon, no parole.

You'll do that 20 years,
every last second of it.

Now will you spill?

I've told you
everything I know!

Work on him.

[BLOWS THUDDING]

What's going on here?

Take him out.

You stay here.

Well?

Well, he's guilty,
ain't he?

How else you gonna
make him sing?

I've told you before

that I will not tolerate
brutality in this penitentiary.

I've laid down
punishment rules

that are fully adequate.

And as long as I'm warden,
those rules will be obeyed.

And mark this, Lang,

if there's any more
of what went on

in here this afternoon,
you'll go...

if I have to charge you
in criminal court to do it.

FRANK:
Let me outta here.

Just a minute.

Let me out of here,
do you hear?

We'll give you
one more chance, Ross.

If you give me the lowdown
on Stacey's escape

and tell me who helped him,

I'll let you outta here

and give you
your first-grade stripe.

You haven't got
a thing on me,

and you're not gonna
get a word out of me.

I don't know where
Stacey lammed to,

but I'm glad he made it.

I'm in here on a phony rap,

and you've got no right
to keep me here.

So get this, from now on,
the rules are off.

I'm gonna talk when I please
and do what I like.

I'm gonna be as mean
and dirty and hard to handle

as the worst con in the joint,

and I'll skull-drag
any rat or screw

that gets in my way, you hear?

Now, let me outta here,
you hear?

You muddle-headed copper.

Let me outta here!

[���]

Grayce, head
of the parole board?

Of all
the rotten breaks.

Why, that dirty
crook Hanley.

I'd like to get my hands
on that guy.

Well, that certainly fixed it up
for the kid's parole.

What about
that A.P. guy in Chicago

that had a line
on Shake Edwards?

The finger man.
It fizzled out.

Just like everything else
we've tried.

Just like Stacey.

And Lockhart, that lawyer of his
who promised to help.

No word from him, huh?

Mm.

For 20 years now,
I've been a newspaperman,

but I've never seen a case
as shut as this.

Bill, we've got
to do something for him.

We can't let him
sit up there

and rot in that hole.

Honey, I'd get down
on my hands and knees

and shove my face in the dirt

from here to Rocky Point
if it'd get the kid out.

But there's a stone wall
smack in front of us.

We've got to wait until there's
some kind of a break.

Well, we can't wait.
Frank can't wait any longer.

Bill, you don't know
what it does to him up there.

We've got to think of some way.

We've got to do something now.

[SOBBING]

You've got to let me see Stacey.

Please, Mr. Lockhart.

You must take me to him.

Don't you understand?

Stacey's our last hope.

He's got to see me.

I could get you
into heaven easier.

However, I'll do
whatever I can for you.

Thanks, Mr. Lockhart.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Take the blinders off.

Well, what's up?

Stacey, you've got
to get Frank out.

What do you want me to do,
send him a pair of wings?

What's the matter with his
friends at the newspaper?

They're smart,
ain't they?

They kept him in,
they can work in reverse.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Ross would.

He said he'd keep
his trap shut, but he didn't.

He tipped off his paper
so the courtroom was crummy

with reporters and photographers
all waiting for the break.

Oh, I never did
like reporters.

Any one of them
would put the finger on you.

He had to let
his paper know.

It was his instinct
as a reporter.

Well, his instinct blew him
right into the Hole,

and I hope he rots there.

You think
he double-crossed you?

I think he's like
every other wise guy.

He had to have a payoff
before he'd dummy up.

You don't think
there's anyone,

man or woman,

that money won't buy,
do you?

Well, is there?

Look at Garsky.

Look at Joe, that weasel
with the punk cigar.

Look at Johnny
over there.

He gets paid just to look
out that window.

Look at Lockhart.
Look at me.

I am looking at you.
And it's making me sick.

What did you mean
by that last crack?

Cut it out.

You can threaten me
if you want to,

but you can't shut me up.

You still make me sick.

You're a blind, stupid, selfish,
contemptible tinhorn crook.

Now, listen--

You listen to me.

Frank's been in that hole
for five months

waiting to hear from you.

Do ya here?

Five months of beatings,
kickings and starvations.

Trying to twist
and torture it out of him

that you used Julian's death
as part of an escape plan.

But he wouldn't tell.

Did you pay him
to keep quiet?

Did you?
No.

No, he kept his mouth shut
because he trusted you.

He thinks
you're his friend.

He doesn't know
you never heard of

that kind of loyalty
money won't buy.

That you're just
a cheap hoodlum

who never did
one decent thing.

Who ever done
anything for me?

Frank Ross.

He's doing it right now

in the Hole in Rocky Point.

You guys wait outside
in the other room.

All right.
Okay.

Lockhart.
Uh-huh?

You stay.

Sit down.

If I could believe that,

there ain't no place
I wouldn't go

for a guy like that.

Nothing I wouldn't do.

Why don't you
do something then?

Frank is straight,
he is honest and loyal.

He's everything
that you're not.

Yes, I know.

Lockhart told me
you were a slum kid

who never had a chance,

but so was Frank.

He hates crooked cops
and rotten politicians

just as much as you do.

The only difference is

you chose crime,
the easy way.

While he spent his life
fighting them,

doing something about it.

That's why you've got
to help him now.

Maybe you're on
the level at that.

I don't know.

Anyway, beat it
along home, now.

But you will--?

How do I know?
I'll think it over.

Put the blinders on her.

Come on, you guys.

Tell her you're sorry
for getting tough.

Who, me?
For crying out loud--

Go on, tell her.

All right, I'm sorry.

See, he don't know
no better.

Go on.

All right, Lockhart,
powder.

Wanna sit in, boss?

It's the dame,
I guess.

They sure pour it on.

It's their nature.
They can't help it.

Is there anything wrong
with that?

Is there?

Why, no, chief.
I only--

Shut up, then.

Now, look.

Ross may be dumb,
but he's on the level, see?

A square guy.

And I ain't used
to square guys.

So we gotta pick up the mug

that Ross is taking
the rap for.

How do we do that?

First we pick up
Shake Edwards.

We gotta find him
and squeeze him a little.

Then Lockhart
can get Ross a new trial.

But--
But what?

We'll talk it over first
and figure it out from there.

Well, what are you guys
waiting for?

Ya paralyzed?

Go on, scram out of here
and pick up that fink.

Okay.

Like a bunch of tin crooks.

Hm.

Imagine Stacey
working for the cops.

Huh. That's a hot one.

I'm sorry, Miss Conover,
I can only repeat

what I've told you many times
in the last five months.

When he admits the truth--

But Frank had nothing
to do with it.

You know better.

Look, this unusual photographic
concentration on Stacey

proves that The Record
was tipped off beforehand.

And that tip would come
from only one source: Ross.

A former reporter
for The Record.

But that's just it.

He's a newspaperman
and naturally he--

That's practically
an admission, isn't it?

You can't prove
that he--

That's true.

Because we can't prove it,
Ross might have been

out of the Hole long ago

except for his record
while in there.

Insubordination, violence,
hunger strikes.

He's the most troublesome
prisoner I've had

in 35 years of penal work.

But you can't
blame him, warden.

He never committed any crime
and naturally he resents--

Oh, won't you please let him out
and give him another chance?

We're uncovering new evidence
of his innocence right now.

Yet how can he get a hearing
if he's in the Hole?

New evidence?
What do you mean?

Well, we've--

That is, his friends
are on the trail

of the man who framed him.

You're in love with Ross,
aren't you?

I'll trust you.

I'm gonna give Ross a break.

Have Ross brought into
the deputy's office right away.

Come with me.

[FRANK SHOUTING]

Sit down here.

FRANK:
You can't get me in there!

If I can just get
my hooks into your throat--

Frank, darling, don't!

Let him go.

Wait outside.

What are you
starting now?

This some of your doing?

Frank, don't.

Take it easy.

You're not
gonna get hurt.

But behave yourself.

Ross, when you first
came here, I thought--

I don't care
what you thought.

When I first came here,
I believed in justice.

I believed that some day
I'd be released.

Then I began to figure
in weeks, then months.

And now I hate everybody
in the whole world

for letting me in for this.

Buried in a black, filthy hole
because I was a good citizen.

Because I worked my head off
to expose crime.

And now I'm a convict.

I act like a convict,
smell like a convict.

I think and hate
like a convict.

But I'll get out.

I'll get out if I have to kill
every screw in the joint.

Now, that'll do.

Yeah. It'll do.
You bet it'll do.

Go on, kick me, beat me up,
throw me back in the Hole.

I can take it.

You brought a lot
of this on yourself

by throwing in
with Stacey.

Mm. Starting that again, huh?

I'm not guessing
this time.

I know.

I told him, Frank.

You what?

Frank, I didn't
mean to, but--

Why, you--

You'd better not
say it, Ross.

You'd better
thank her instead.

For what?

Getting me another 10 years
in the Hole?

For getting you a break.

What Miss Conover told me
is off the record.

And I'm giving you a chance
to measure up to her.

Think you can do it?

I'm sending you back
to the Hole.

I knew there was
a catch in it.

There's no catch.

If you behave yourself,

you'll come out
with a good-conduct report,

all set for a fresh start.

A clean slate?

In 30 days,
if you deserve it.

The pardon and parole board
meets again

in two months from now.

And if you'll stay away
from troublemakers,

I'll recommend you
to the board myself.

But you've got
to earn it.

What do you say?

[SOBBING]

[���]

[MACHINERY RATTLING]

Lassiter doesn't look
so good.

How's he been making out?

Pete rides him
all the time.

He's getting weaker
and weaker

and still the croaker
in the hospital

keeps sending him back.

The only thing that pill-pusher
can diagnose is rigor mortis.

Sounds bad.
Is it catching?

Did you tell him?

I didn't wanna get him down
about his parole.

What's up?

We got it all planned
to lam out.

You'll all wind up
in the morgue.

Red, you're not
putting in with them?
Sure am.

The parole board will probably
give you your ticket.

Yeah, and it's gonna read,

"Continued to expiration
of sentence."

Look, I ain't kidding myself,
so why should you?

If I miss with the board,
I've got Stacey.

Stacey. Yeah, we all thought
he was a right guy

until he lammed out
and left you.

Have you heard from him?

No, but--

Them bigshots is all alike.

Why should he think of you,

when he's rolling
in that hundred grand?

He'll do something soon.

Wait'll he catches those creeps.
Yeah, yeah.

Come on! Come on,
get back to work!

Come on, step on it,
all of ya!

That goes for you too.

What's the matter
with you?

Let go of him.

Let go of him,
I tell ya!

Listen, you ain't
gonna get away

with no more goldbricking.

Dragging that dead carcass
of yours off to the hospital

every time you think
you got a little pain.

I'm really sick, Pete.

I feel kind of dizzy,
like I'm floating around.

You will be floating around

if you don't get back
to that machine.

Hear what I told ya?

Get back to that machine!

Get back!

Come on, you lead-slinger.
You ain't hurt.

Cut it. Cut it, you.
Cut it.

Don't you butt in, you'll only
make it worse for him.

Come on, get up.
You ain't--

Take him
to the hospital.

And listen!

He fell over a machine
accidental-like.

Don't forget that,

if you guys know
what's good for ya.

Now, go on,

get back to your machines!

All of you!

Or I'll book ya!

It's a good thing Pete
ain't a crystal gazer.

If he was, he wouldn't
sleep much nights.

[���]

Move up, boys.

[CLOCK TICKING]

All right.

Sit down, Ross.

How are you feeling?

I feel pretty well.

So you're the man
who gets drunk

and kills innocent people
with his car, are you?

I guess you know me.

You were at my trial.

Oh, feeling a little troublesome
this morning, eh?

After all,
we're here to release men

who feel properly penitent

and show a desire to lead
a decent life in the future.

I've never led
any other kind of life.

You know that.

Oh, no. All we know
is what is a matter of record.

Do you still contend
that you're innocent?

Yes.

Well, then, you haven't
any use for us.

We're only interested in men
who acknowledge their guilt

and wish to atone.

What do you want me to do?

Do you want me to confess
to a crime I never committed?

I'd stay here the whole 20 years
before I'd do that.

Why did you help Stacey
to escape?

I didn't.

It's all here in your record.

You haven't been
a very good influence

for the rest of the inmates,

and it might not be proper

to turn you loose on society
just at present.

You've got to realize
that you can't get drunk

and drive around
killing people.

It's murder, as your admirable
paper once pointed out,

just as surely
as if you used a loaded gun.

I didn't, I didn't.

That's not true,
and you know it.

Then there's your record here.

Insolence to a guard
on your first day.

Disobedience and insubordination
in the solitary cells.

Does that record merit
any consideration from us?

Yes, it does.

Well, we don't agree with you.

Warden Armstrong reports

that your conduct
has improved of late.

But the reason is obvious.

To curry favor with the board
in hope of release.

Speak up.

Haven't you anything to say?

Yes, I'd have plenty to say

if I could think of anything
scummy enough to call ya,

you sanctimonious,
mealy-mouthed lot of skunks.

I'll meet you on the outside
someday.

It may be 20 years from now,
but when I do!

[LAUGHS]

[SOBBING]

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean what I said.

Oh, please,
give me another chance.

I just couldn't stand it.
Couldn't...

I can't do any more time.

Please, turn me out of here.

We'll do what we can for you.

Go along now.

Next man.

[���]

I don't know.
I don't know anything about it.

Honest. I didn't have anything
to do with it.

That's the truth.
You gotta believe me, fellas.

I'm waiting.
I don't know.

Don't, Stacey, don't.
All right, I'll tell!

Spill it!

It was Carlisle,
Polecat Carlisle.

Hanley had him do it.

I didn't have no part in it.
I just fingered him.

I didn't know
what they was gonna do with him.

You can't blame me.
Polecat.

Yeah. He's at Rocky Point.
I oughta know that.

Hanley and Grayce got him
picked up for an old rat

and sent there
to get him outta the way

because the papers
was getting hot.

It's like having him
put in a safe.

Yeah. That's all I know.
You can't blame me.

In Rocky Point.
No wonder you couldn't find him.

The old homestead.

So now what?
So, what do you suppose?

I promised the girl
we'd find that fink

and clear Ross, didn't I?

Well, we did.
Now we gotta get to Carlisle.

Is that right?
Duck soup.

You take off the kelly
at the front door and say,

"Please, sir, can I see
Mr. Polecat Carlisle?"

It's too hot.

And supposin'
we do find the guy?

Where's the payoff?

Yeah, the payoff.

Why don't you forget it,
Stacey?

What difference does it make
if you promised the girl?

What do you care about Ross?

We can't help it
if Polecat's in stir.

We'll just fool around
at Rocky Point

and get paid off
with a slug in the belly.

And I ain't taking it
for Ross or nobody.

Okay.

If there was only
a half a chance, Stacey.

Listen, don't do
nothing foolish.

If you get picked up now,

you're gonna spend the rest
of your life in the Hole.

Yeah, I thought of that.

I don't blame you guys
for laying down on me.

But do something for me,
will ya?

Sure.
Yeah, what?

Get out of here.
I don't like the way ya smell.

Go on, all of ya.

Come on, beat it.

I guess I'm a sucker,

but I just can't get it out
of my nut.

Ross doing all those months
in the Hole

just to cover up for me.

But still, he didn't have to,
did he?

No, he didn't have to.

Remember what Ross' dame
said that day about...?

About Ross and me wanting
the same thing all our lives,

and he was doing something
about it--?

Yep, I remember.
What about it?

I think
she had something there, so--

So what?

So maybe I better
do something about it.

Don't be a fool.
If you're picked up--

Shut up! Where did you
ever get the idea I was a fool?

I broke out of that pen once,
didn't I?

And I can do it again.

Now, listen, Stacey, you can't--
You heard me, shut up.

You do the listening,
I'll do the talking.

And pay attention.

Because if there's any slip-up
on your part of this,

you'll answer to the boys
for it.

Now, here's the gag.
Get word through to Dale.

[CAR APPROACHING]

It's okay, I didn't print it.

[EXHALES]

Hey! It's Stacey!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What do I gotta do,
fight my way back in?

Come on!

And you won't say why you came
back and gave yourself up?

You know what it means.

What is this,
a guessing game?

According to rules,
it means the book and the Hole,

but not for me.

I only came back
for the weekend.

You made it out once, Stacey,
but you'll never do it again.

We'll see
how it works out.

Now, do I get that plush-lined
cell in solitary, or don't I?

All right.

Everything set for the break?
Yeah.

You coming in with us
or not?

I don't love life much,
but I don't hate it enough

to stick my head
in front of a screw's bullet.

Be a wise guy.
Stick around here

and maybe it won't be
a screw's bullet.

Maybe you'll get
what Lassiter got.

What about Lassiter?

He's on his way home.
Home?

Out the back gate in a hearse.
When'd it happen?

Four o'clock this morning.
Poor guy.

Anybody told Meuller?
No.

None of the guys
wanted to break it to him.

Wait till he hears it.

Yeah, I wouldn't wanna be Pete.

For the last time, are you
coming in with us or not?

I told ya no, and I mean no.

Oh, you're stir-nuts.
He don't know what he's saying.

Aw, come on, Frank,
get wise to yourself.

Lay off, Red.
Will you lay off?

Stacey's on the outside.
I'm sure he's working for me.

I'll take my chance that way.

Tough luck, kid.

[MACHINERY RATTLING]

Jiggers.

Meuller, you can't
beat this joint!

You have no chance!
Let me go!

Meuller,
why ain't you at work?

Get back to your machine.

[SPITS]

Get over agin that wall.

I'm gonna bury you
in the Hole.

You hear what I told ya?
Get over agin that wall.

So you're the guy that wouldn't
let Lassiter go to the hospital?

I'll put you where he is,
if you don't keep away from me.

And you're the guy that made him
fall and busted his back!

Get over agin that wall!

And you're the guy that's been
riding me to the nut house!

Stop him! Somebody, stop him!
He's crazy!

Get him away!
Get the warden!

And you're the dirty screw
that killed my pal!

[YELLING]

[MEN YELLING]

MEULLER:
That's for all the guys you
beat up and put in the Hole!

And that! And that!
And this is for Lassiter!

[MEN SILENCE]

[MEN MURMURING]

We're crashing out!
Who's coming with us?

[CHEERING]

Come on!

I don't know what
he's wanted for,

but I was told to bring him
along by Stacey.

Come on, get going.

[MEN YELLING]

Come on, Ross.
We need ya.

You're all crazy, men.
Don't try it!

They'll blast you
before you get to the gate!

Don't be suckers.
Stay out of it!

If I didn't know you were
stir-nuts, I'd blast ya!

Come on, Red. Bring him along!
Come on!

[MEN YELLING]

Don't be like that, pal.
Come on, this is gonna be swell.

Look, I got a nice little one
for you too.

Come on.

[SIREN WAILING]

[HORN BLOWING]

There. You're out of it anyway.

[GUARDS CHATTERING]

Men, stay out of it.
Don't be suckers.

You can't fight machine guns
and riot guns.

Go back to your machines,
you hear--

Get going!
Come on! Let's go!

MAN:
No, I won't go in there!

[MEN SHOUTING]

We're heading
for the warden's!

There he is!

[MEN SHOUTING]

Lock the door, get in
the mailroom and stay there.

Pull 'em up!
You're crazy.

Put up those guns, men!

I'm giving the orders now.

You're taking us
through them gates!

You're digging
your own graves, you fools!

You do what we tell you,
or you're digging yours.

[MEN SHOUTING]

[GUNSHOT]

Listen, bigshot,
you saw what Pollard just got,

so order them gates to open up
and take us to the car,

or I'll blow your hair
all over the ceiling.

You haven't got
the nerve, Dale.

You can't
get away with this.

You'll spend the rest
of your life in the Hole.

You got 10 seconds to find out
whether I got the nerve.

Ten seconds or 10 years,

the answer will always
be the same.

Listen, you dirty rats in there.

If these gates ain't open
in 10 seconds,

I'm killing Armstrong
just like Pollard!

Is that right, warden?
Did they kill Pollard?

Never mind.
Don't open the gates.

Get on the phone.
Call for extra help.

We have, warden.
It's on the way, sir.

This is it, Armstrong.

Don't you need the warden

to make 'em open up
the solitary?

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

I oughta give it to you now,

but I got a date to keep
with Stacey,

and you're opening it up
for him.

You're heading for the Hole.

Not a chance.

[MEN CHEERING]

Get them keys, or I give it
to Lang on the spot!

All right, men, all right!
All right!

I'll open up.

MAN:
Step on it!

Quiet, boys, quiet!

Meuller, Johnny, Ross,
you come with us.

Carr, you stick here.

I told you, I didn't want
any part of this.

[MEN SHOUTING]

Quiet! Oh, we get it.

You want
the warden to think

you're too good
to stick with your pals, huh?

No, I don't wanna make
the Hole for life.

Listen, Ross.

Get moving or I'll bump you,
Stacey or no Stacey.

MAN:
Come on!

[MEN SHOUTING]

Come on. Move aside, Ross.

They're all screwy.
I'm glad you use your head.

I'll make my own break
when the time comes.

So the picnic is on.
This is it.

And there's Polecat,
like you asked.

I'll get to him later.

Hello, Frankie. I been waiting
to see you for a long time.

I got a surprise for ya.

All right, boys.
Right here.

[EXPLOSION]

[GUNFIRE]

Dale!

They threw gas bombs
in through the gates.

All the guys ran up
in the north cell hall.

Now, the National Guard's
out there

with machine guns
and gas masks!

Did I say a picnic?

You two guys get in that cell.
Okay.

Why don't we give it to them
right now?

We may need 'em later.
[GUNSHOTS]

Any of you guys got a shiv?
He's got one.

Swell. Screws with machine
guns all over the joint.

We'll make out.
Out where?

Why, through
the back door.

We pick the screws off the wall,

get some rope
at the twine mill and lam out!

Let's go!

STACEY:
Come on, get going. Come on.

You guys go ahead.

What about you?

Don't worry about me.
I'll make out.

I got something to take care of.
Go on, beat it.

Put him in that cell.
He's done.

[GUNFIRE]

We all go together, Stacey.
You got any ideas?

If you know any prayers,
don't say 'em now.

They won't do you any good.

Come on, I got
some unfinished business

to take care of
with the warden.

Write a note.

Tell 'em we'll release
you and Lang

if they let us out alive.
Release 'em?

Write 'em, we'll knock you
both off in 10 minutes

if they don't quit firing.

My orders in case of riot
are to keep firing,

regardless of the safety
of any official or guard.

Those orders will stand.

[GUNFIRE]

Stay on the floor,
and you won't get hurt.

Maybe.

[GUNFIRE]

Take that undershirt off.
We'll show 'em a white flag.

Here's a chance
for you to be a hero.

Take this note
over to the twine mill.

And if you lose it,
tell 'em to stop firing.

We give up.

I ain't going.
I don't wanna get killed.

What do you wanna do,
live forever?

Here, give it to me.
Come on, Dale. Open that door.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

Looks like
they don't wanna play.

How bad are you hit?

Oh, it's just a nick.

Anything I can do?

No, thanks, Frank.

[GUNFIRE]

They'll be blasting it open
pretty soon.

Stacey, the riot's a bust.

Get back in your cell
while there's still a chance.

No, won't do me
no good now, kid.

I still got that Limpy rap
hanging over me,

even though it was--
[EXPLOSION]

It wasn't my job.

I wouldn't appear against you.

I know it.
It's no use, Frank.

This is the last roundup
for Stacey.

[GUNSHOTS]

But there's still that
unfinished business of yours

to take care of.

It's still okay.

Where's Polecat?
Over there.

I wanna talk to him.

Didn't I tell ya
I had a surprise for ya?

Come on.
I ain't got no time to waste.

Funny, just an hour ago,
I had 199 years.

And now I ain't got
no time at all.

I'll get the rat.

[GUNSHOTS]

We got an affidavit
from Shake Edwards

before I came back in here.

What about those guys
who framed me?

Did you get them?

Yeah.

Well, rat.
So it caught up with you.

I didn't do nothing.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Stacey, put up that gun
and listen. You're sunk.

I know it, big boy.

I just want you to listen
to what this rat's gotta say.

Remember what happened to Limpy?

In about two minutes,
you're gonna get worse.

Honest, Stacey.
I ain't done a thing.

In two minutes, you're gonna
get this .38 between the eyes.

Don't shoot me, Stacey!
I didn't never snitch on you.

I ain't talking about
you snitching on me.

I'm talking about something
I learned from Shake Edwards.

No, I don't know nothing.

I'm talkin' about you framin'
Ross into this joint.

Honest. We never framed him.

[SCREAMS]

Start talking.
I can't. I don't know.

Wait, wait. I'll talk.

Okay. This is a confession
without coaching.

And it's gonna spring Ross,
so remember it.

Okay, canary. Start singing.

Who framed Ross?

I did. But I didn't mean
nobody to get killed.

Quit stalling.
Who paid ya to do it?

Hanley and Grayce.

How did you frame him?
I socked his head.

Then planted the liquor
in the car.
Yeah.

Then started the car
and then jumped out.

Yeah, I did, but I didn't mean
to have nobody get killed.

[GUNFIRE]

Have you heard enough?

Plenty, Stacey. And thanks.

Okay, pal.
That's just what I hoped.

[GUNSHOTS]

[EXPLOSION]

I'm all right, Frank.

Stacey, you can't wash out
on me now.

I need you.
I'll get you out of here.

I'm going out, pal. My way.

I wanna tell you something.

[GUNFIRE]

That dame of yours is the one
that sprung ya, not me.

Take care of her.
She's worth it.

I think I can hold 'em!

No hurry now, Dale.

So long, kid.

Now we're even.

So long, Stacey.

Come on, you. On your feet.

Honest, Stacey, honest.
It wasn't my fault.

I told ya I didn't want
anybody killed.

Get moving.
Where you taking me?

You didn't think
I was gonna let you live

and welsh on that confession,
did ya?

No, no. Let me alone!
Let me alone!

Please, Stacey, please!

[GUNFIRE]

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So long, old-timer.

I guess if you hadn't
socked me on the chin,

I'd be laying
in the icehouse now,

along with Dale
and the rest.

I-- Gee, I don't know
what to say.

Never mind, Red.

You'll be out yourself
before long.

Thanks.

So long, Frank.

It oughta make up for what
you've gone through in here,

Ross, to know that
it hasn't been in vain.

The day Stacey came to me
and gave himself up,

I asked him why he was
throwing away his freedom.

I didn't fully understand
all he tried to tell me,

but it was something about you

living the rest of your life
for him

as he might have lived it
himself

if he'd had the right breaks
when he was a kid.

Then he asked me
for a photograph of himself.

Here it is.

Frank.

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