Brute Force Page #5

I'll need two minutes.

At exactly 12:
17 I'll be in the tower

opening the gates.

The yard'll be full then.

When those gates open,

the whole population'll break out.

Amen.

I know you got it all worked out, Joe,

but don't we need a getaway car?

How about money?

Can't get far without a little cash.

And clothes.

In these things we'd be spotted right away.

That's all I can tell you for now.

But we've been talking out

for a long time, and this is it.

Joe, I don't want you to get sore, but, well,

I've only got a short stretch left to do, and...

There's no such thing as a short stretch.

But you haven't told us much. We don't know

how it'll work or what's supposed to happen.

You're moving so fast that I...

Say it.

You want to pull out?

He can't.

We don't know any more than you do.

- You declared yourself in.

You can't quit now. - Shut up.

Don't misunderstand me, Joe.

Lxnay!

- How many?

- Two.

- I'll play these.

- Three here.

Spencer.

In or out?

No guarantees go with this break.

It's all or nothing.

But you've gotta make up your mind now. Now.

Either way, no hard feelings.

With you, Joe.

I'll play along.

I never thought different.

- Neither did I.

- Joe.

Tomorrow.

I wonder what I'm gonna do.

Manage a couple of heavyweights maybe.

Who knows? I might even

wind up owning a piece of a champ.

All you guys'll sit ringside... free.

You're kidding yourself, Coy.

Odds are, once we're on the outside,

we'll never see each other again.

The big city for me.

When you got millions of neighbors,

nobody cares who lives next door.

I'll find a right dame.

And that...

That'll be that.

Say, won't Henrietta be surprised?

I think me and her'll go away

on a long trip.

Sure. Most cons get married

as soon as they get out.

Married? Gee, I never thought of that.

Hope you make it, Coy.

You going back in the stock racket, Spencer?

I think not.

Printing costs are so high these days.

Oh, I don't exactly know what I'll do.

Not yet.

What about you, Soldier?

Me?

I got a long way to go.

Ever since the war, I've been trying to

get back to a little town in Italy.

But you know how the breaks go.

With me, one rap led to another.

Anyway, I was never able to make it.

Maybe this time.

Robert.

Robert.

Robert, you must go away.

The military police... they were here.

When were they here?

How long ago? What did they say?

I talked to them.

It was nothing.

- There are more important things.

- He has brought no food. He is leaving.

- So?

- Food's out there in the truck.

- Thank you.

- No. We will take nothing.

You will stand in line with the others.

When there is food, you will eat.

- And when there is no food?

- Then you will starve with the others.

Mm-hmm. We're not all

so fortunate as you, my daughter.

We have no great love

to quiet our appetites.

Robert does not object.

Why do you?

He does not know you so well as I.

Ah. Is it so great a crime to accept food

from those who deprived you of it?

Nothing personal, of course, but...

since you do not spare the bombs,

we do not expect you to spare the food.

- You Americans are such a generous...

- Never mind the speeches.

- The food's out there. Go get it.

- No!

He hates you, Robert. He hates your uniform.

He fought you in Sicily. He still fights you.

My position does not permit me

to hate anyone.

Hey.

I'm foolish, so I cry.

It's nothing.

In a war, people cry easy.

- Promise me you won't come here again.

- Oh.

- If the police should find you...

- Shh.

Bringing us food this way

is against the law.

The law is second.

My wife comes first.

Your military... they are back!

This food... say nothing about it.

You understand?

Robert is a stranger.

We never saw him before.

He stopped here for water.

Water for the truck.

And if they discovered I was lying,

what then?

- Why should I risk my neck for you?

- Because I stuck mine out for you.

For me? No, signor.

You came to see her.

I will not lie for you.

You and your police can destroy each other.

Sit down!

Sit down!

Gina, keep him here.

I'll get the water.

If they believe me, I've got a chance.

- You had nothing to do with this.

Remember that. - No. Robert...

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Hey, Soldier. Hey, Soldier. Snap out of it.

You're missin'a swell yarn.

- Go ahead, Spencer.

- Well, gentlemen, as I was saying...

there I was,

besieged on all sides...

the citizens to the front,

the howling investors behind me...

the sheriff's men closing in.

But I remained undaunted.

Smiling, secure in my rights.

- What happened?

- Here I am.

- Okay. Break it up. Let's try to

get some sleep. - Why?

- I like to hear Spencer talk.

- We've talked too much already.

There are ears all over this drum,

and they all belong to one guy.

What's the answer to it? Are we going to

have to keep every prisoner in ritual solitary?

Other prisons must have

these same problems...

but they clear them up,

keep things running smoothly.

We've been through

difficult times before, Warden.

Oh, never like this.

And McCallum is coming tomorrow. Why?

Why can't he let me alone?

Everything's gone wrong.

I don't know who's to blame, but...

I do know that every prisoner hates us.

Not us. Me.

- It's me they hate.

- I wonder why.

You put on a guard's uniform

and see how much they love you.

You talk to the prisoners over a loudspeaker.

I talk to them with a club.

- You only make the rules. I have to enforce them.

- Maybe it's the way you enforce them.

Maybe it is.

Oh, I'm not criticizing, Munsey.

It's just that...

But you are.

And perhaps you're right.

All I know is that I've tried

to do my job as I saw it.

But if I'm the cause of this trouble...

if I'm wrong and those convicts are right...

then you can have

my resignation immediately.

No, Munsey. That's just what the inmates

would like. No, no. That's not the answer.

As you said, we've been through

some difficult times together here. Well...

we're still here,

and we're still together.

Let's, uh, leave it that way, hmm?

Well, the situation

seems to call for a drink.

- Warden?

- Thanks. I, uh...

I'm going to turn in.

Good night.

Don't be discouraged, Warden.

It's a rule in all the best stories.

Everybody always lives happily ever after.

Good night.

You don't believe I meant

what I said about resigning, do you, Doctor?

In a million words...

no.

You're wrong.

I really want to help the warden.

It's just that he's confused.

He doesn't know that kindness

is actually weakness.

And weakness is an infection that

makes a man a follower instead of a leader.

Seems too me a very great leader

once said the meek shall inherit the earth.

Science contradicts that, Doctor.

Nature proves that the weak must die...

so that the strong may live.

Authority...

cleverness...

imagination.

Those are the real differences between men.

I walk amongst these convicts...

these thieves and murderers...

alone, unarmed.

But they respect me.

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