Brute Force Page #3

She is.

After a while, you'll get to know it too.

It's true.

To me, she looks exactly like...

- like my wife.

- Yeah.

That's no ordinary pinup girl.

To each one of us, she's somebody special.

You mean if I keep lookin' at her

long enough like you fellas...

she'll begin to remind me of Henrietta?

That's right.

But Henrietta's a blonde.

She don't look nothin' like her.

She doesn't have to.

Our calendar girl is just an inspiration,

Brother Coy.

She starts you thinking

about the one you really wanna see.

For example,

the last couple of days now...

she's had me thinking about Flossie.

I never told you gentlemen

about Flossie, did I?

To me, she's all the women I ever knew...

and a few I hope I haven't met yet.

I ran into Flossie one night

in Eddie's Place in Miami.

I had just sold a trusting gentleman

a few shares in a radium mine...

and I was trying to parlay my luck.

I had only met Flossie that afternoon...

but we were already very good friends.

The dice were hot,

and she kept them that way.

I was heading for a fortune.

Suddenly, just when everything

was sunshine and roses...

I heard the old familiar noises.

Leave it to the police

to break up a wonderful evening.

It looked as though everybody

was caught with their chips down.

The raid didn't worry me, but the gun

I was carrying was a problem.

So Flossie had me slip the gun

into her purse.

She was not only beautiful,

she knew the score as well.

Furthermore, she knew precisely

how to guide me through a back exit.

Obviously, the girl was no tourist.

My car was waiting there

just as pretty as you please.

And with my money and my gun still safe,

off we drove.

Driving along with such

a dream doll beside me...

I figured myself a pretty lucky guy.

Flossie had looks, brains

and all the accessories.

She was better than a deck with six aces.

But I regret to report that she also

knew how to handle a gun...

my gun.

Before, I had only suspected

that she was talented.

Now I was positive.

I didn't do much talking because,

for once in my life...

I couldn't find the right words.

She wanted all the money I had won,

and I never refuse a lady...

especially when she's armed.

Accordingly, I stepped out

of the automobile...

without any arguments whatsoever.

And that, gentlemen...

was the last I ever saw

of my car, my cash...

or my Flossie.

I wonder who Flossie's fleecing now.

I don't get it.

Why would a guy want to hang on

to a memory like that?

Who knows?

I guess when you're on the inside...

even the phony things on the outside

seem wonderful.

Just so they happened on the outside.

All right. Go ahead.

Joe, how's the boy?

Hello, Johnny.

Regan.

It's me. Collins.

Where have you been?

All day long I've been askin' for you.

Frankie McLain...

he died in the next bed.

He gave me a message for you.

Drainpipe got Frankie.

Same as me.

But in that same drainpipe...

there's a way out of this place.

Go ahead.

He said...

"Ask Soldier how, in the war,

they took Hill...

Hill..."

Joe...

you... just gotta get in that drainpipe.

You gotta, Joe.

Oh, wait till Mr. Henty sees these.

I'll bet you he'll give us the biggest

egg contract in the county.

Oh! Do we have to name them all?

Well, they're not pets, you know.

They're our stock-in-trade.

If they don't get jammed

under the brooder and smother...

or drown in the drinking fountain

or get coccidiosis...

or peck each other to death, we...

we may be in the chicken business yet.

- After you've fed

and watered them every three hours...

which you have to do until they can

take care of themselves...

you won't feel so sentimental

about 'em.

- Where's Tom?

- Stayed in the cell.

- Another letter to his wife.

- Oh.

- Hello, honey.

- Hello.

- Be with you in a minute.

- No, take your time.

Anything new?

Around here?

I ran into Harry Thomas

and his wife today.

Thought it'd be a good idea to get together,

maybe sometime soon.

You mean we might be

going out for a change?

Honey, make a wish.

What are you talking about?

Toml

Oh, Tom, darling.

Here, put it on.

It's beautiful.

It's the most beautiful thing

in the whole world.

It belongs on you.

It makes me feel so...

I don't know.

Like I was somebody.

Oh, Tom.

Where'd you get it?

Where'd the money come from?

Where'd you get it?

Cora, I stole the money.

I juggled the books and took $3,000.

You? You stole?

- Why?

- Darling, the way we were going...

you wanting things,

things you oughta have...

and me strapped all the time...

we were heading for a split-up.

Don't you see?

I just had to do it.

All my life, the one thing I really wanted

was a fur coat.

- I can't give it up. I won't, Tom.

- No, darling.

- But what if something should happen?

- Nothing that happens could matter...

unless I lost you.

- Evening, Tom.

- Hello, Captain.

Sorry about that little incident

this morning.

Those things happen, you know.

- Yes, sir.

- Cigarette?

Tom, you're no hoodlum

like the others in this cell.

Why protect them?

We've been over that before, Captain.

Before, you didn't need my help

as much as you do now.

I'm in a position

to make things easier for you.

Like you did for Wilson?

Wilson was careless.

Careless people have accidents.

I get quite a kick out of censoring the mail.

All these letters you write home,

for example...

and the answers you never get.

Please, Captain,

let me alone.

She's the most important thing

in the world to you, isn't she?

Well, you'll come up for parole soon...

if your conduct's good.

I'm the one that decides that.

I'm the only one who can help you.

No one else.

Captain, I'm a cheap thief.

I know I'm a failure...

but I'm not an informer.

That's what I like to see in a man...

stability, fidelity.

You're right, Lister.

We're both wasting our time.

Me by talking to you

and, uh, you by writing to your wife.

- Captain, you've heard from her.

- By mail this morning.

Please. Please, Captain, tell me.

In a way, Tom, you're a free man.

She's divorcing you.

Just a minute.

Just a minute. Sit down.

The warden's going to talk to you.

All ready, Warden.

Men, I'm going to try to talk

some sense to you.

I'm gonna lay it right on the line.

There has been, in recent weeks,

a mounting unrest in this prison.

Don't think for one minute

that I don't know about it.

Up to now, you've enjoyed

the regulation privileges.

However, if you persist

in fighting among yourselves...

antagonizing the guards

and making way for accidents...

like the one that happened

in the machine shop this morning...

- then all your privileges will

be revoked at once. -

Be careful of your associates.

Always remember that one bad prisoner

can spoil things for the rest of you.

So watch your step.

It's up to you to protect

your own interests...

as I am compelled to protect mine.

If there's one more

infraction of the rules...

if you cannot conduct yourselves

without creating a disturbance...

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