Brute Force Page #4

without further accidents...

then I shall have to use every means

to keep you under control.

So that's it, men. Meet me halfway

and you can depend on me...

to see that every prisoner is treated fairly.

Cell R17.

Convict McLain of cell R17 buried.

Collins comes back from solitary

to cell R17.

A prisoner is killed in the presence

of three convicts...

all from cell R17.

And now a suicide.

Same cell, same gang, same trouble.

Just a minute. You're not tryin' to say

that we had anything to do with that.

- You said yourself, it was suicide.

- Only because I can't prove otherwise.

- Tom was one of us. The way we felt about him...

- I know. I know. You loved him.

You can't throw the hook into us.

We didn't touch Tom.

- You know we were at the movies.

- So you were.

And Collins was at the doctor's office

this morning when Wilson was killed.

I'm a realist.

I don't believe in coincidence.

Especially when it happens

more than once.

You fought the warden,

the guards and me.

You're not fit for civil life,

and you won't accept prison life.

So tomorrow you'll begin a new life.

You'll all report for work in the drainpipe.

- Soldier.

- Yeah?

Hill 633, what is it?

What does it mean to you?

Well, it's a hill in Italy,

not far from Rome. Why?

- Tell me about it.

- There's not much to tell.

The krauts had the hill,

and we were ordered to take it.

How?

What'd you do, charge 'em?

Did you ever try it uphill with a few

kraut 88s puttin' the blast on ya?

Spencer, let me have those chessmen,

will ya?

Give me some light.

Here was the hill.

Here was us.

Mountains here,

the ocean here.

- Stalemate.

- But you took it.

Yeah. We took it, all right.

Give me some more light.

We sent some men out in a boat.

They landed up here.

We covered 'em

with a heavy bombardment.

At "H" hour, we attacked uphill.

The krauts turned all their guns to stop us.

That was exactly when the other gang

attacked from behind.

And it worked.

Yeah.

We got through, all right.

Most of us anyway.

The rest are still there.

They couldn't cover both sides, huh?

Thanks, Soldier.

How's that tie in with us, Joe?

What are you gettin' at?

Tomorrow.

We'll see tomorrow.

You know, I was just thinking.

An insurance company

could go flat broke in this prison.

Good morning, Louie.

Good morning.

I know how you feel, Gallagher,

and I'm sorry, but that's it.

But it doesn't add up, Warden.

You're punishing all of us

because Lister took his life. Why?

Things are out of hand. That's why.

It's the only decision we could make.

- We? You mean Munsey.

- No.

- I'm the warden here. This is my order.

- It's his work.

I've heard complaints about Munsey for years,

and I'm sick of'em.

Munsey knows his job, and he does his job.

Gallagher, I've tried my best to do the

right thing by the men, but it's just no use.

I'm convinced now that what's needed here

is not more charity, but more discipline.

Yes? No, no. Absolutely. No interviews!

I don't care what newspaper he's with.

Did you get McCallum yet?

Well, keep on trying.

Well, thanks for seeing me, Warden.

Just a minute.

There's one more thing, Gallagher.

I was going to send for you.

- This letter concerns you.

- Yeah?

Gallagher, you and I have always

been able to work together.

- You've been a great help to

me with the men. - What is it?

The Department of Corrections...

They've canceled

all parole hearings indefinitely.

What's this mean?

Another year?

Two? Five?

Not necessarily.

I'm sorry.

It's not my fault.

It is your fault!

You've given in to Munsey all along the line.

A couple of weeks ago I stood here, and you

told me the gates were going to open for me.

In just a few more days I was going home.

Home.

I should have known better.

Those gates only open three times...

when you come in,

when you've served your time...

or when you're dead!

Gallagher.

Can I still count on your cooperation?

Look at me, fellas. Hi.

I just got a pip of an assignment.

I gotta write a story provin' how good

the chow is around here.

You prove that and Time magazine

will make you man of the year.

Ah, there's somethin' interestin'.

Now what have you got here?

Message. Collins. Drainpipe.

- We're hot.

- Gotta be done.

Uh, smell that.

Now you know

what happened to Rin Tin Tin.

- Western Union.

- Who?

- Collins.

- What's all the gab about?

Every day, I have to take chow

to them guys down in the drainpipe.

I don't like the job.

The air down there is very unsanitary.

Don't breathe in.

Just breathe out.

I've seen many a guy go to work

in the drainpipe.

There's more goes in as comes out.

They keep buildin' it long enough,

they'll run out of guys.

- Hiya, Shorty.

- Hi.

Besides, they're buildin' it backwards.

Nobody knows where that drainpipe

is goin' or where it'll come out...

or if it'll ever be used.

- Hiya, Tyrone.

- Hiya, Muggsy.

You know, the way I got it figured out...

Make sense.

What are you tryin' to say?

Well, uh, I got a favor to pose you.

Don't ask me no favors.

I can't be bribed, see?

Besides, you ain't got enough dough

to bribe me.

I was once married

to a dame like that bridge.

- What are you talking about?

- Wonderful structure...

but up in the air most of the time.

Becker, leave him alone.

Get back to work.

- He's sick. He needs help.

- Back!

I said get back.

I'm all right, Soldier.

Chow.

- No. None for me.

- Better take it.

- Don't mind us, Father. We're just

looking around. - Shopping or buying?

New orders. We're supposed to

watch the men no matter where they are.

In here,

someone else watches after them.

- However, if you wish to stay.

- Thanks.

This'll be it then.

The main tower.

We need it to open the gates.

When the gates open,

the bridge comes down.

We all know there's no way out

except over that bridge.

So first we've got to take the tower.

Now, you'll be here on the inside.

When we come out of the drainpipe,

we'll be here...

on the outside.

We hit the tower from both sides.

Lot of rifles and ammunition

in that tower...

but only one machine gun.

Only one. Which means

they can't cover both sides.

- Once we take the tower...

- Yeah.

- How many men have you got?

- Five, countin' me. All set.

I have six.

My men won't know about you. I'm gonna

tell them only what they have to know.

Mine won't know any more.

When are you figuring?

- 12:
15 tomorrow.

- You're crazy!

- That's just why we've got a chance.

- This takes timing, planning.

No. The longer you wait,

the longer the odds.

Somebody cools off,

another guy stalls...

a third guy can't keep his mouth shut.

No. For us it's now. We hit 'em hard,

fast, sudden, and we make it...

Tomorrow.

All right, Collins.

Tomorrow it is.

You will take care of everything?

The stuff to blow the tower?

- That's gonna be tough.

- We gotta have it.

All right. I'll try and get it to you.

Tomorrow then.

You hit the yard at 12:15.

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