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can work in your favor,

but if you get into

trouble now,

they might

keep you here for life.

But if I thought there was

some chance for parole,

ma-- maybe

a few years, even--

There is a chance, Jimmy.

Did he say that?

Yes.

Did he say when?

Well, if you keep

your record clean,

as you have in the past,

it's quite possible

you might be out

of here within ten years.

Ten years?

That's right.

Oh, you've

taken so much, Jimmy.

You can take that,

can't you?

I suppose

I'll have to, sis.

So long, sis.

Open.

(overlapping shouting)

(bell ringing)

(cheering)

Keep working

on Sherbondy.

Sure,

but what worries me

is how we're gonna get

these six guys

out of solitary.

We can't go without 'em.

We'll get 'em out.

But how?

We can't even

talk to 'em.

We can't even get near 'em

when they're in solitary.

Take it easy.

I'll get to them.

(whistle blowing)

(referee)

Seconds out.

(narrator) This is cell house six,

the hotspot of the prison.

Over 200 of the hardest inmates

call it home,

and for the six most

case-hardened of these,

there is a block of cells

known as solitary--

Little Siberia.

Next time you threaten

an officer,

the warden

will keep you in here

for the rest of your time.

Go peddle your fish,

screw.

Tough guy, huh?

You ought to know.

You don't seem

to be happy

unless you're

here in Siberia

with your six pals.

Well, you'll get a good

dose of it this time.

If 60 days don't

cool you off,

I'll see that

you get some more.

And that goes for the rest

of you hyenas.

(blowing nose)

Who'd you threaten?

Gray himself.

Only next time, I won't

stop with a threat.

Got any news for us?

Plenty.

Everything's set.

Did you bring

anything with you?

You think I got myself

buried in here

to sit around

for 60 days?

I got a little Christmas

present for you, Tolley.

Yeah?

And one for myself.

We sweat blood

to get these things.

If Gray finds 'em,

we're sunk.

I think we've got

a perfect set-up.

If I give you the dope,

you could pass it on

to the other guys.

Okay.

Joe, is it okay if I stay in

from the main line tonight?

I don't feel so good.

Maybe I scored a miss.

My stomach's upset.

Okay.

Thanks.

(narrator)

The inmates are on their way to chow--

all but the six

in solitary.

The cell house

is almost deserted.

It is Carl Schwartzmiller,

the ringleader,

who makes the first open

assault against authority,

takes the first step

toward freedom.

That noisy fan

is noisy on purpose.

Organized carefully,

neglected to oil it

for several weeks,

the racket it makes

will cover for them.

The planning is over.

It's time for action.

It's all set.

Now, there

can be no wavering,

no turning back,

no stopping.

Whatever comes,

they must continue

on the course they have

chosen.

(overlapping chatter)

Hi, Warden.

Hi, Tim.

Hi, Paddy.

Hi.

You want to take

a hand in this, Roy?

I can't, doc.

I went upstairs

to a meeting,

and I'm on my way

back to prison.

You're wanted on

the telephone, doctor.

The party says

it's urgent.

Who's calling?

Well, they didn't

say, sir.

They only said it's--

it's liable to

happen any minute.

Holy smoke!

Roy, you'd better sit down

and take my hand.

Sit down, Paddy.

Well, you forced me to it.

All right.

What are we playing?

(overlapping chatter)

Don't bring

your topic here.

Aw, why do you keep

handing me the dope

one piece at a time?

I want to know

the whole set-up.

What happens next?

We sic guys

on the north perimeter

and duck out

any time we like.

The eight guys

handling the locking bars

to number six

always leave

ahead of the others.

We go when they go.

Where are the heaters?

Outside.

There go

the bar men now.

Okay, let's go.

(narrator)

The usual routine--

the bar men returning

early from mess.

Everything will be okay--

if some sharp guard

doesn't count them,

discover two more

than there should be.

If only Johnson

and Sherbondy

can back into

cell house six on time.

In the cell house,

Morgan creeps into position,

carefully, cautiously.

There must be

no slip-up now.

This has been planned

for weeks and months,

all for these few minutes

of this day.

Everything depends

upon clockwork position,

on every man doing

his job right.

Morgan will be

the first to attack.

His target has been picked.

Here come the bar men.

Routine.

Everything looks normal.

The sally port

closes behind them.

(suspenseful music)

Johnson and Sherbondy

are still with them.

They haven't been noticed.

What are you men

doing here?

(dramatic music)

(narrator)

Tolley and Schwartzmiller are on time.

They've sawed their

way out of Little Siberia.

Did you get the key

to the bar cage?

Yeah, take it.

(narrator) Now, to spring

the other men in Little Siberia,

the toughest crew

in the whole prison.

They'll have to hurry.

Things are taking

longer than they'd planned.

If the other prisoners get

back from mess too soon,

everything could go wrong.

The cell house six crowd is

on their way back from mess.

200 guys.

What'll do we do

with them?

Oh, leave it to me,

I'll handle it.

Open that door.

Come on, get the uniforms

off these guys.

Don't gang up,

you guys!

Keep that line moving!

Go on!

March to your cells,

same as always!

Keep moving!

(overlapping chatter)

Keep quiet!

You guys

don't want to forget,

this thing fires

tear-gas shells.

First guy that opens his yap

to yell

gets a load of it

right in their mouth.

This is a break.

We've got a good chance.

Any of you guys want to go

along, just say so.

Those who don't,

keep your mouths shut

and lay low!

I'm doing life now.

I don't need

no extra ten.

Come on, there's

nothing to look at.

Get back in your holes!

Hey, Schwartzmiller.

Huh?

Don't forget,

we're in on this.

Yeah, I know--

you and your friend here.

Go on, keep moving!

Here comes Clark

to make the count.

(scuffling)

(narrator)

Outside, it's beginning to snow--

the birth of a blizzard.

(phone ringing)

Nonez speaking.

This is Clark

in cell house six.

(thud)

McLean's had

a stroke.

Tell him to send

Captain Gentry.

You'd better get

a hold of the captain.

Send him up right away.

(hangs up call)

He can't get Gentry.

They're sending

another man.

Grab the guard

when he comes in.

You mean, we're gonna

wait for him?

Let's take the men we've

got and get out of here.

We haven't got enough.

Bring those

other screws out.

We need all the guards

we can pick up.

We gotta use 'em for cover

when we hit the gate.

The tower guards will

blast us if we don't.

They won't even see us

in the snow.

What's the matter

with you suckers?

Haven't you got any guts?

Shut up!

Come on, screw,

you're going for

a little trip!

Go on, get Gray

out here!

We can't take

Joe Gray with us.

Why not?

Why, Schwartzmiller

half killed him.

We don't have to die

on our hands.

Who says we don't?

We don't need Gray.

The guy

can't even walk.

So, what good is he?

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