Brubaker Page #6

Name?

- What about the doctor?

- Be here this afternoon.

They said he was gonna be here

three days ago.

- Said he's coming about 1.

- Would you double-check that?

Yeah. One more.

What are you waiting for?

We're waiting on you.

You are the inmate council.

You know how it works. Go on ahead.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Now, wait a minute.

Because that's not the way I understood it.

Lillian Gray got authorization...

...for you people to go out and get bids

on that new boiler right away.

Well, how long does his lunch take?

Well, when will he be back

from his haircut?

Yes. Would you, please?

Definitely. Yes, today.

Thanks.

Something wrong?

Um....

Don't know exactly where to start here,

Mr. Brubaker.

One man, one vote. It's up to you.

You drop the hammer

on what you don't like.

No.

All right, then...

...I make a motion

that we consider a movement...

...to discuss the shitty plumbing

in the barracks. How many say aye?

- Aye.

- Thanks.

Uh, somebody should be taking notes

about this.

How about Pavitch?

There's a rumor he can write.

Yeah, Pavitch. Take a note.

This coffee tastes like Zaranska

washed his feet in it.

Only you'd know about that special

flavor, Larry Lee, you old sock-sucker.

Sir, this is looking like

a damn waste of time.

All right, Caldwell,

then why don't you resign?

We can find a replacement

for you fast.

Yeah.

The living facilities are

important. Toilets and beds and such-like.

I think we ought to start there.

It's a good place to start.

Can we get a contractor in

or somebody to redo the toilets?

Mr. Spivey, can I see the warden?

Well, the council's in session and

these men got appointments afterwards.

Probably not gonna get in

on account of Mr. Brubaker's...

...got a prison board meeting

tonight he maybe got to be at.

But I want to see him.

Birdwell, if a trusty escapes

off of minimum security...

- ...then he can't be a trusty.

Damn straight.

If you can't trust a trusty,

who can you trust?

Well, sure. But I'm talking

about extenuating circumstances.

For instance, a man escapes.

Then realizing the error of his ways,

gives himself up voluntarily.

- That's horseshit.

- So put him in the hole for 10 days.

I agree. And take away

all his visiting privileges for a month.

What are you talking about,

visiting privileges?

Don't let him mail

more than a letter a week.

I like it.

And send him up to his room and don't let

him watch no TV for a whole damn week.

I don't know where you

get your ideas of criminal justice.

Up your ass, I believe.

Wanna know something, Zaranska?

- Sure, Birdy, I'd love to know something.

- About your mama?

Hey, hey, hey, come on!

Come on, Abraham. Let's go.

You get your goddamn hands

off him, Purcell!

I got to clean my conscience.

I got something I've got

to tell you about in private.

Listen, Abraham, you don't have

to go explain anything to anybody.

Why don't you come into my office?

Come on.

I got guys waiting outside

that have appointments.

Well, tell them a story, Roy.

You guys can manage.

You're right.

I come to Wakefield

before World War ll.

Take a walk, Purcell.

This ain't open to the public.

Yeah.

We used to make corn liquor

out of this.

Growed it at the Camp Five field.

What happened...?

What happened to your eye?

Oh, got hit.

With what?

With a baseball bat, a trace chain...

...and a rope with knots in it.

You're doing time for manslaughter?

Yes, sir.

I killed my baby brother with a rock.

How much time?

How much time?

Thirty-five year.

How long have you been in here,

Mr. Cooke?

- Hell, I don't know.

- Well, I do.

Thirty-eight years, six months,

according to this.

Yeah.

New doctor's here.

He's out here waiting to say hello.

Great. Tell him just a minute,

would you?

There were lots of other guys.

The yard man say, "Abraham,

chop them up in tiny little pieces...

...and take them for a walk down

in them shadows. "

What?

I gave Jake's clothes to the laundry.

Come Christmas Day,

I stuck him in close...

...at the fence, where all them other

boys are dead and buried at now.

Must be over 200

of them out there now.

Wait. Wait a minute.

Are you talking about the bodies that are

supposed to be buried here on this farm?

Yes, sir.

Where?

There's 15,000 acres out there.

I know exactly where they lay.

Camp Five pasture.

How?

Abraham, how do you know?

I was the coffin maker.

Mr. Brubaker, this is Dr. Campbell.

Yeah. Oh.

Will you show me exactly

where tomorrow morning?

Yes, sir.

That board meeting ought to break up by

10:
00, so I should be home by midnight.

We'll hold the fort.

I need five guys you can trust

with shovels right after breakfast.

I got them, coach.

- What you gonna do about Abraham?

- I got Purcell filling out forms.

- And I'm gonna get him released-

- Why you wanna go and do that?

Do what?

Why don't you just leave him be?

I mean, all he knows is this place.

You knew that he'd been in here

as long as he'd been in here. Didn't you?

Just leave him alone.

He's not bothering nobody.

You can't hide in prison forever,

Coombes.

Stir up some hell, Henry.

How you doing, Abraham?

Let me take that from you.

You got an appointment.

- What? What?

- A little business.

Well, where we going?

Doc wanna see you, Abe.

I ain't sick.

Hello, Abe.

Abe, we got some questions

that have to be answered.

Then you can get some sleep,

all right?

Eddie, get that stuff off there.

Up on this table here, Abe.

Hell, I know Captain Brubaker

is an expert at penology...

...but I think he's been

out of the mainstream too long.

There are 13 states,

my own included...

...that still rely on a leather strap

to control the convicts.

Because other people do it that way

doesn't per se make it right.

Oh, the hell it doesn't.

Cuts down on your time lost due to

convicts sitting in the hole, degenerating.

And it's a simple fact we have to face...

...that crop production at Wakefield's

down nearly 40 percent...

...this last quarter, since you-

But revenues are up 20 percent.

If you would just give me a year...

...leave us alone,

and let us eat the food that we grow...

...and sell the rest on the open market,

I'll show you a profit.

I'll show you a cash surplus.

Fine. All we're saying is,

give us some warning, Mr. Brubaker.

So when you go doubling

the price of corn-

Out of the clear blue sky,

you cancel an age-old contract...

- ...with C.P. Woodward Lumber.

- There wasn't any contract.

He was using prisoners

for slave labor.

As far as corn,

we're still a dollar below market.

How much potential cash surplus

are you talking about here, Mr. Brubaker?

In farm accounting alone...

- ...a hundred and fifty thousand.

- Dollars?

- Yes, sir.

- Good Lord.

Sounds like we're gonna need some

high-powered Wall Street types...

...to help us figure out

where to put it all.

Well, I'd like to put it all

back into the facility.

The place is literally falling apart.

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