Brubaker Page #2

All right, who wants it, man?

The last peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Half a rock. Who wants it?

You got yourself a phone call.

F***.

Look here, Eddie. Why a phone call?

- Let's go.

- A phone call?

Why a f***ing phone call?!

Hey. Psst. What's-?

What's with the phone call?

I'm getting ready to say

something important now.

I wanna know that when

I talk I'm being listened to.

I'm getting ready to give out the detail.

Leonard, I want you to go to kitchen.

Collins.

- Boiler house.

- Sanitation detail.

You too, Bullen.

Wait a minute. This man is hurt-

You just deal with colored.

I'll take care of the white folks, okay?

Besides, I don't think Bullen's

got much more than...

...refried sh*t for brains this morning.

Now what about your boy

Boyd for clerical?

Come on, come on.

We ain't got all day.

Hey!

I got me a convict here!

I'll rip this cat's head off!

You get me the man!

I wanna see the man, now!

I can hear his neck snapping.

Sh*t. I want some respect.

You sons of b*tches hear me out there?

I want some respect!

Yeah, we hear you, Walter. We hear you.

I want to see the man!

I hear his neck snapping. I do!

- Open this.

- Where are you at?

- You want in?

- Open- Yeah.

Some f***ing respect around here.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

- Stand still.

- Hey!

We talk?

Who the f*** are you? I want the man!

I am. I am the man.

I'm the new warden here.

My name's Henry Brubaker.

Man, don't be f***ing with my head.

- New warden, my ass.

- It's true. I swear it.

- Then how come you look like a scumbag?

- Because I'm fooling those guys out there.

- When you gonna paint this place?

- What color?

Yellow.

- Yellow.

- Yellow.

And I want a picture window in my place.

This yours? This one?

One of them high-low pinto shag rugs...

...and some liquor and a TV

like them f***ing trusties all got.

Some fresh air.

Which wall?

- Which wall what?

- The picture window.

Come on, show me exactly.

Maybe I want a skylight.

Yeah, I want a- I want a skylight.

How you doing?

- Open this.

- Do what?

Open it up. Get this man

some medical attention.

Get this place dried out and painted up.

What color?

- Any f***ing color he wants.

- Everybody crazy around here.

- Where you going now?

- My office.

Mess with me now,

you're gonna regret it later.

We don't work this out fast,

you won't be around later.

Do you want ID?

Listen, if I raise my right hand,

that tower guard will blow you out.

Or you can continue walking with me,

like the smart escort I figure you to be.

Hey! Hey!

- Hold it right there.

- I'm sorry. I'm replacing you.

Coombes, give me a hand.

Call Lillian Gray,

assistant to the governor.

- Who is this a**hole?

- Beats the sh*t out of me.

- The name is Brubaker.

- He thinks he's the new warden.

I didn't want it this way,

but that's the way it is.

What is?

What is?

You're Willets? Earl?

- Burl.

- Burl, right.

State employee, purchasing agent.

You've been here, uh, uh,

three years, uh, next May.

Five years in Ju- July.

Government service ranking is seven.

You're due for an ingrade raise in May.

Yes, sir. That part's all true.

- Captain?

- Yeah?

This is a hell of a note,

that's all I've got to say.

- I mean it.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll make sure all your magazines

get forwarded. Don't worry.

You know something, Mr. Brubaker?

Smartest thing you ever done

was come in here incognizant.

Dumbest was stepping forward.

You want it? You got it. Bye.

Can you hear me-?

Can you hear me?

The name is Henry Brubaker.

I'm what the new governor promised.

A reform warden.

That sneaks in like

James-f***ing-Bond!

Purcell? Here, give me that.

See this? This thing is gone.

Any trusty wants to go back

to raking rocks...

...just get caught using this

on one of your charges.

If an inmate is to attempt an escape,

should we just sort of wave so long or-

- Shoot him.

- We can't hear you over here.

He asked me what happens if an inmate

tries to escape. I said, "Shoot him. "

Wound him because nobody's

getting paroled...

...for trying to kill escaping inmates.

Let's get something straight.

I figure most of you guys belong here.

I figure basically you don't have any

respect for other people or yourselves.

You want more from me,

you're gonna have to earn it.

We're gonna figure out some way to make

this run like a 20th century farm.

You're gonna stop selling blood

to buy decent food.

You'll go in those fields

and plant vegetables.

What you got your bubbles on for,

Cleaves?

Mr. Deach, ain't no woman

can come in here.

It's all right, Ruben.

From now on, no more 15-hour shifts.

The beef you raise on this farm...

...is gonna be eaten on this farm

by everyone.

What the-?

He was an army lieutenant.

He ran a military stockade in Maryland.

- to enforce the laws of this state.

This is ridiculous.

I found him teaching penology at

Price University three years-

Hold on. How old are you?

- Forty.

- Forty.

To enforce the laws of this state

and of the United States.

- This is ridiculous.

- "To enforce the laws-"

- We've got-

- I understand your problem.

- prison without taking a loyalty oath.

- I stressed to the governor

the promise that he clean up the prisons...

...if he got elected,

and he always delivers on his promises.

- To be respectful to my superiors.

- A couple of weeks.

Yeah, Brubaker was in as a rankman

for a couple weeks.

- No publicity on how I came in here.

- You got some good men on your side.

- Hey, it's good, strong stuff.

- I know what I'm saying.

- No publicity.

- I quite agree.

Kill that last part.

I don't know how you pulled this off...

...but I can't be kept in the dark

on something like this.

And Lillian knows that now.

Chairman of the Prison Board...

...must approve everything

pertaining to the prison.

I hope you're not one of those people

gonna start screaming...

...for free-world guards.

I don't know. How long have

you been on the Prison Board?

- Did I say that? Brilliant.

- Seventeen years this summer.

Print it. Credit the governor. Bye-bye.

Well, John, what do you think

of our new warden?

I'm trying to get a fix on what his first

order of business here is gonna be.

Blow the place up. Start from scratch.

You're making a joke, of course.

Of course.

Yes.

- Learn much?

- Not enough.

- I've never seen anything like this place.

- There isn't anything like it.

Understand the problem's

not just inside the prison.

I do. That's why

I have to move so fast.

Carefully.

- It's the same thing, Lillian.

- Henry, this is very important to me.

No kidding.

You're one of the strangest individuals

I've ever laid my eyes on.

I've got an 11:
00, Lillian.

What's the problem?

She was saying you're one of the most

punctual individuals she's worked with.

- I'll call you later in the week.

- I know you will.

- Man, this is pathetic.

- That's it.

- This just don't cut it.

- That's all I've got.

Well, you're out of luck.

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