Brute Force Page #6

They obey me.

- Fits you, doesn't it?

- Hmm?

The warden's chair.

- It fits you.

- You're drunk.

Why not? I'm a very ordinary man.

I get drunk on whiskey.

What makes you drunk?

- Power?

- You flatter me, Doctor.

I'm just a policeman.

I carry out the warden's orders.

Did he ever order you

to crucify the prisoners?

Were you ordered

to make convict Lister hang himself?

- What are you talking about?

- You were seen going into Lister's cell...

and you were seen coming out.

What happened in between?

Did you censor his mail?

Wouldn't he give you

any information?

Or did you tell him a few lies

about his wife?

You better stop drinking, Doctor.

Your imagination's working overtime.

Visiting cells is part of my job,

helps me keep tabs on the men.

- In that way, I can control them.

- Control them?

You mean torture them, don't you?

The more pain you inflict,

the more pleasure you get.

That's why you'd never resign

from this prison.

Where else would you find

so many helpless flies to stick pins into?

You talk to me like that?

If I didn't keep you here,

you'd be starving.

You surgical butcher.

For me, it's the last stop anyway.

But for you it's just a beginning, isn't it?

Why, you're Genghis Khan...

Alexander the Great...

Caesar.

Look at you in the warden's chair.

Caesar trying out his throne.

- That's enough.

- Caesar cries "Enough"?

Come, come.

You're obvious, Munsey.

Your every move is obvious.

You've cheated.

You've lied.

You've murdered.

You're worse than the worst inmates

of this prison.

You're the psychopath here,

not they!

That's it, Munsey.

That's it.

Not cleverness.

Not imagination.

Just force.

Brute force.

Congratulations.

Force does make leaders.

But you forget one thing.

It also destroys them.

Couple of hundred yards ahead

there's a side road. Turn right.

We got over a hundred miles to go.

We shouldn't be stoppin' now.

- Shut up.

- Take it easy, Joe. Take it easy.

Why don't you see her after the job?

Because I said we're stopping now.

Okay, okay.

I'll only be a few minutes.

- Sadie.

- Good evening, Mr. Collins.

- Is she all right? - She don't complain

none, but she's about the same.

See that she doesn't need anything.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Collins, I'm glad you're here.

Excuse me.

Ruth.

Joe. Joe, darling.

- I was dreaming about you.

- Something nice?

I dreamed I was running up a hill.

I was chasing you.

- Catch me?

- Almost.

I must be slowin' down.

I guess I can make it come out

any way I want. It's my dream.

Pretty soon now you're gonna be

getting out of that chair.

And it won't be a dream either.

Joe, darling.

The first thing we'll do

is go for a long walk.

- No cars for us. No trains.

- Just walking.

- We'll walk around the world.

- I'm tired already.

I'll have Sadie fix you some supper.

And then we'll talk.

Oh, I've got a million things to tell you, and

this time I won't forget them. I made a list.

Ruth, I can't stay.

Next time, when I come back, I'll...

- Another next time?

- This is the last of them.

When I come back, it'll be for good.

I love you, Ruth.

Why? I'm sick, Joe.

Why do you love me?

When you're sick, people don't really

love you. They only feel sorry for you.

I'm not people.

I'm Joe Collins. One guy.

Joe.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm selfish.

Every time you walk out that door

I'm afraid you're never coming back.

If I only knew where you came from,

where you go, what you do.

Ruth, let's leave things

the way they started.

I'm a guy who ran out of gas who saw an

ordinary little farmhouse by the side of the road...

who found the first important thing

in his life waiting for him in a wheelchair.

Let's keep it that way

for just a little while longer.

Another day, maybe two, and...

I'll tell you anything you want to know.

I know what I want to know.

The rest doesn't matter.

If I weren't so sick, I could help you.

There are all kinds of sick people, Ruth.

Maybe we can help each other.

- I love you, Joe.

- Go on back and finish that dream.

I'll slow down,

and you won't have to run so fast.

And when you catch me,

hold on tight.

- Spencer.

- Here.

- Becker.

- Here.

- Stack.

- Here.

- Collins.

- Yeah.

- Coy.

- Yeah.

Let's go.

Only a couple of more hours.

Work close together.

Load's ready.

Take it easy, Roberts.

You got the whole day ahead of you.

- Sure. This is my racket.

- Thanks.

Soldier. To the right.

That switch.

When we break, you'll handle that switch.

Puts us on the other track...

the one that leads to the tower.

- Got that?

- Check.

- What's all the chatter?

- Just wondering what time it was.

Why? You workin' by the hour?

- Morning, fellas.

- Hi, Louie.

- Morning, Chappie.

- Another story?

- Yeah, but this is a good one. Hiya, fellas.

- Hello, Louie.

Finally gonna make you grease monkeys famous.

Gonna put you all on the front page.

That's what got us here.

Hey!

Tell me, Charlie. What has prison life

taught you about being a mechanic?

It's taught me that when I get out

I shouldn't be a mechanic.

What about it, Andy?

Got anything to say to the press?

There ain't much to say.

I do as I'm told.

Everything?

Everything.

Where do you keep your tools?

Eight firebombs filled with juice.

The best.

Eight fuses.

Light two as you drive into the yard.

Like I say, I always do as I'm told.

We go to press at 12:15, sharp.

I'll be there.

Spell his name right, Louie.

His wife keeps a scrapbook.

- Is this all right, Gallagher?

- Yeah, fine.

- News. Some good, some bad.

- Good?

Eight firebombs in the toolbox,

truck ready to go.

- Bad?

- No dynamite.

- Gotta have it. - Not a chance.

Just came from the dye plant...

- Gotta have it!

- Not enough time.

Look, Louie.

I've got an important assignment for ya.

- Get down to the drainpipe. See Collins.

- Collins?

He's with us.

Tell him there's no dynamite.

- Do we go anyway?

- We'll have to go without it.

And, Louie, you got 45 minutes.

- Think I'd be late for my own

coming-out party? -

I've already...

But I've tried to explain, madam.

No. No, I'm sorry. All visiting days

have been canceled, even for families.

- Take off your hat.

- I'm here to get a pass, Miss Lawrence.

- Where to this time?

- To the drainpipe.

We're doin' a special layout, and...

- Wait a minute. What's wrong?

- Nothing.

You want to do a story.

We want to help you.

Captain Munsey's office.

Whose car?

Mr. McCallum's?

Okay. Pass it through.

- What's the matter with him?

- Munsey left orders.

Oh. You wanted to

go to the drainpipe, huh?

- Yeah. Anything wrong with that?

- Munsey in?

- In and waiting.

- Come on.

- Come in.

- Wait here.

A customer for the drainpipe.

Gallagher's man?

He was looking for a pass

in the warden's office.

Gallagher?

- You want to see him now?

- Yeah. Yeah. Bring him in.

Hello, Louie.

I understand you're interested

in the drainpipe.

Yes, sir.

I don't get this, Captain.

We're planning a big spread on the different

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