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listen, bud.

I'm here to talk to

you about your plea

'cause you're gonna

have to change it.

Warden Sorenson can

put you in his jail

the public defender told me

I can get probation,

the judge can hand out

any sentence he wants.

Tell me that you put the

truck on those tracks,

and I'll put you in

a safe federal facility

where your life

will not be in danger.

You're good.

You're real good.

That's what all this

is about, right?

Want me to cop

for that truck thing.

I'm sorry, lady,

your trick didn't work.

Listen, bud, I know

that you did it,

I'm just trying

to help you.

Ma'am, visiting hours

are over.

Yeah, I'm sure

that they are.

Change your county plea,

or cop to federal.

See you in another

20 years, there, Karen.

You know what?

I really hope so.

Missy...

For pronouncing sentence,

this court...

Yes, what is it?

May I approach

the bench, sir?

Now, it has come

to the FBI's attention

in the currency-run

train robbery.

What does that

have to do with

this particular

sentencing?

Father-in-law's truck

in order to rob that train?

Rolf, she's goin'

overboard a little here.

Please, for god's

sake, sit down.

Daddy, don't do this.

Sit down. I'm trying

to save your life.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Everyone in this town

knows what's going on here.

Now, if you put that boy

in Sorenson's jail,

then you can just

kiss his ass good-bye.

Because even two weeks

will be as good as a death sentence.

Wait... wait a second,

you're not showing

proper respect

for this court.

This is

a court of law,

ah, this is not

a soapbox.

You just take your seat

like the judge says.

Is it lawful to shoot

a convict in the back?

Oh, come on.

Shuyler Quincy Dyerson,

this court

sentences you

to 20 years hard labor

in the state

penitentiary.

Oh!

What?!

Hand the convicted over

to warden Sorenson.

Ha ha!

Your honor!

This is a mistake!

Bud!

My baby!

My god... her baby!

So I guess you heard

about Inga, right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, bud.

Me, too.

Maybe it's

for the best.

Maybe losing

the baby will give

me and Inga a new

lease on life,

well, what was it you

wanted to talk to me about?

I keep getting these notes

from the guards from you...

I got a plan, Larry.

Oh, I should've seen

that coming.

I'm leaving, bud.

Larry... Larry?

I can turn you in.

I could, you know.

You'd probably be a lot

better off if I did,

'cause your life is hell

right now, isn't it?

Someone has a big bag

of cash out there

with your name on it,

and you know where it is.

You get sh*t on in here.

At home, you're the

warden's whoopin' boy.

You got the escape funds

but you're screwed,

Larry, you are screwed.

I think maybe you got it

backwards, bud.

I got a wife

and I got a job.

You're the one that's

sitting in here for 20 years.

You'll come around,

Larry.

Dyerson?

You'll come around.

Warden wants to

see you right now.

Come on, move!

Get back to work.

Hey! Get back

to work.

One, two.

Sometimes I feel

like a motherless

child

Swede:

Ah, there he is.

Well, how you

doin' there, son?

I like your outfit,

you look pretty good in that.

Thank you, sir.

Ha ha ha!

Glad you stopped by.

Come on in.

You know, I haven't

had a chance to...

To talk to you

since... no, no, no,

sit over here in... in

the boss's chair.

Go ahead, sit down.

You know, one thing

I like to do

with the young guys

that come in here

to... to give them a...

You know, a little bit

of advice.

Eh, you know,

so you don't have to

go to the gladiators,

ha ha ha!

Hey, you know you got

a lot of tension

in these shoulders, there.

Right.

That... that hurt?

Not too bad.

You know, listen,

there's a fellow around here

really gives good massages.

He's a good-looking guy,

we call him handsome.

Aarrggh!

I heard the warden

gave you special orders

said any con can do

what they want with him.

Anything that can

look like he fell down

a flight of stairs.

But easy on the face.

Easy on the face.

Arrgh!

Uggh!

Goofing off again,

Lundstrom?

Sit down over there,

come on!

Yeah!

Aargh!

Aargh!

Yaah!

My nose ring...

My no... my no...

Get up!

Aah!

Warden Sorenson,

congratulations on

your new truck.

I'm... I'm sorry...

Bullshit. Just give

me the keys.

Yes, sir.

Sure am glad you got

that insurance plan.

Yeah.

See you later.

Yes, sir.

Born again.

Anyone looking for

a new truck?

Love

true love

is a two-way street

Bum, bum

it's the happy beat

Of a two-way street

I repeat that love

true love

is a sugar cake

Bum, bum

if you give and take

Then your heart won't ache

or break

I don't want to kiss you

unless you kiss me back

I don't want to hug you unless

you're hugging me back

I don't want to hold you

unless you're holding me back

So don't hold

back with your love

'Cause love

true love

is a two-way street

Bum, bum

it's the happy beat

Of a two-way street

and they were kissin'.

They're married women,

what are they thinking?

Ah, face it, bud.

You got a girl pregnant

you had no plans

to marry.

She and her sister

were just playing wives

and having fun,

and now the fun's over.

And we were dumb.

Any other news

to report, Larry,

besides the fact

that we were dumb?

Well, my car died.

For good.

So I'm walking.

But, hey, how's

it going in here

with, uh,

the beatings?

One day at a time.

One day at a time.

What, Larry?

What is it?

I'm in, bud.

I'm in!

With your plan.

Larry, you better

be sure about this.

'Cause I'm gonna tell

you the truth for

the first time

since I've known you.

It's a one-shot deal.

It's not

going to be easy.

It'll make that train

look like

just another day, partner.

What do you say, kid?

Sir?

Yeah.

Um, may I speak

with you

please?

Mr. Swede, sir?

Who the hell is it?

It's the husband of

your daughter.

The husband of my...

Ha ha ha!

Heh... heh... oh, jeez.

Come on in, Gary.

Um, the name is

Larry, sir.

Yeah, well...

Gary's ok, too.

Husband of my daughter,

sit... sit down, there.

Hah!

I'm gonna gut

that mutt...

One thing that's

plain as the nose on...

On your face is that

you're finished,

it's all over between

you and my daughter.

And it's not because

I like these other

punks better than you,

it's just that...

Now I got a whole

new set of problems,

thanks to you

and this other mutt.

But I'll tell you

what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna ask the judge

to give you

a quickie divorce.

Ok, and from now on

I'm gonna take

all my meals here

in the prison,

and that'll give you

lunch hour to

clean my truck up.

I'm gettin' a little

long in the tooth.

The only thing worse

than being a loser

is not knowing when

to cut your losses

and get the hell out.

Can you understand that?

Yeah.

Good boy.

Now... I got

your record here...

Somewhere in the drawer,

I want to show you something.

Ow!

Come on!

Lauter, bring bud Dyerson

to my office, now!

Bring bud Dyerson to my...

Ah... eh!

Lauter? Bring bud Dyerson

to my office, now!

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