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Didn't get it

in full, though.

Wanted 3 months

on the balance.

Well, give it to him.

Say, kenny, i want

a fresh order of meat.

I want you to handle it exactly

the way you did the last one.

I'll call you

early part of the week.

Ok, sal.

Let the man

eat his food.

You heard the signal. Pick up

your tray, and pick it up fast.

Eat your food.

Don't crap me, lewis.

You pick up your tray, too.

Springer, he's on again.

Ok, you ugly bastard. We're

gonna pick it up for you.

We're gonna

pick you up with it.

Ok.

The whole world's never

been able to wipe you out.

What's your secret, huh?

Indifference?

Or do you hate back just enough

to balance the scales?

You want to teach me?

Yeah. Come on, teach me.

How'd it go?

Look, i never really

had a chance to thank you.

But they moved

those 2 jerks

to another prison in a meat

wagon... alive, i think.

I'm going to

go play cards.

Listen to me, punk,

when i'm talking to you.

I don't waste my time

with just anybody.

If i could have gotten you

when you were young,

i'd have made you

as big as me.

I don't want

to be you, sal.

No. Why don't you

wise up?

Nobody gives

a good goddamn

whether you take a shower

in 4 minutes

or whether you leave the dinner

table before you finish your meal.

You're in the can...

out of sight, out of mind.

The only time...

when you get out that gate,

that's when you get even.

But as long

as you're in here,

you stop swimming upstream,

and that's an order.

You live your life here

like you gamble.

Now go on out there

and play cards and win.

You hear me?

Lewis.

You're the coldest-assed son

of a b*tch i've ever met...

except me.

Gin.

That's

a thousand.

Havana?

Naturally.

That's your

limit, jerry.

Next.

No. Just a minute,

shitbird.

I told you last week you

don't get back in the game

until you square

your debt.

Come on. You know the money

will be here for me any day now.

Any day

you pay your tab,

you can get back in the line. Now beat it.

Aw, just a minute.

You, too, mr. Bank president.

Out. You're a crook.

Hey, ron, vince is leaving

us in a day and a half.

Why don't you do

something to keep you here?

Then you can

keep me company.

I'll keep you company.

I'll run for senator.

Don't worry, sal.

You and i are going to

win this whole damn prison,

and vince, he's going

to be sorry he left us.

You're not interested in

winning this whole damn prison.

You just want to get out

of here to kill somebody.

Now play cards.

If you worked that hard

putting muscles in your head,

you'd be better off.

Aw...

31/2 years

together, friend,

and you don't even come

down and say good-bye to me.

Guess

i forgot, sal.

You didn't forget. You were

burned up. You were jealous.

That's no crime. It's a normal

reaction for an honest man.

But you almost

missed the big news

by not coming down

to see me.

What?

I don't know if i ought to tell you.

Oh, come on, sal.

Heh. In 60 days, you're

coming before the parole board.

They're going to

pass you.

Sal, did you...

shut up!

Sentiment is for

weddings and births.

Come and see me

when you get out.

I'll bankroll

your game.

Here's a number.

When you call,

you tell them

it's the dealer,

and then i'll know.

This game

i'm going to play,

i don't think you

want to be a partner.

Well, have it

your own way,

but you got

the number.

You got any

problems, call.

Remember

what i told you.

Don't be a schmuck.

Play the odds.

Here. I'll bankroll

your game.

Sal!

Mr. Lewis?

Yeah.

If you intend

to stay here,

you got 24 hours

to register at the sheriff's

office as a parolee felon.

Gee, thanks a lot.

Of course,

on the other hand,

you might save everybody a lot of trouble

if you just

get back on the bus.

Well, thanks again,

but there's just

no other place i'd rather be.

Are you coming?

Now you want to

tell me why?

Why no detectives?

Hmm...

why no help?

Why no search?

Why the hell did you of all

people throw me to the wolves?

What's the matter?

You trying to think

of the right lie?

No.

I...

they came.

Who's they?

2 men. I don't know

who they were.

I still don't.

They came,

and they used me.

What do you mean,

they used you?

I mean they lused/l me.

They told me it was

the first lesson.

If i did one thing

to help you,

they'd kill us both.

They put me in the hospital for a week.

I believed them.

And i

understand them,

because that's

the way they are,

but...

but you, ron...

i don't

understand you.

I promise you,

i'll get them.

I don't want you

to get them.

You listen, susan.

Somebody

i don't even know

took everything i had

away from me.

I'm going to

make him pay...

double...

2 for 1.

Oh, please, ron, no.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Ron lewis. I'm here to

register as an ex-con.

Yes, sir.

Would you please...

wilson, christ almighty. Never say please

or call a cop killer "sir."

Would you come in?

Don't ask him.

Tell him.

Lewis, first i want to

ask you some questions.

Later i'm going to

fingerprint you.

And after i'm

finished with you,

i think sheriff bundy

wants to talk with you.

Bundy's sheriff now?

Mr. Morello

is mayor.

Your full name.

Ronald s. Lewis.

"S" for stinks.

Age.

Born.

In some kennel.

Winston-salem,

north carolina.

I knew a broad

from winston-salem

when i was a marine

at cherry point.

Great lay.

Couldn't get enough.

Hmm.

Funny.

Her name was lewis, too.

Maybe, uh...

maybe your sister?

Or your mother?

Who are you?

Nate bickford.

And remember it.

How could

i forget it?

First time i ever saw

a tub of sh*t in a suit.

Huh? What?

Bickford!

Lewis, come

into my office.

Sit down, lewis.

I'm sheriff bundy.

I was morello's deputy

when you had your trouble.

Warden notified us

last week

that you made bus

arrangements to come here. Why?

Find out some answers.

That's why.

Look, i just spent

4 years in that can

because i wouldn't

lie down and die.

Now i want to know

who sicked haskins on me,

who took a shot at me on

talbot road, things like that.

Does that answer

your question, bundy?

I suppose it does.

But if you find

answers, what then?

Then my curiosity

will be satisfied, won't it?

What the hell do you

expect me to say?

I'm going to go out

and kill somebody?

What can you tell me

that will help me?

Absolutely nothing.

Excuse my impertinence,

but that's pure crap.

Haskins will be a long time

dead... longer than 4 years...

so if i'm wrong,

i'll apologize!

Here's

a little advice.

Don't you lean

on anybody here.

I mean, if you cause any

trouble, any trouble at all,

i'll have you back in

the can in 15 minutes.

Thanks for the advice.

Just a minute.

I think

you should know that

sergeant bickford outside

is haskins' cousin.

He's only one aspect

of the trouble

you're likely to

stir up. Understand?

I understand.

By the way, one thing.

Who was the dispatcher the

night that haskins called in?

Pop jameson.

Like to talk to him.

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