Inside the Walls of Folsom Prison Page #2

- He didn't know anything about it.

Neither did the others.

You're wasting my time

and your life, Jeff.

Now you know you're going to tell me.

Sit down.

Don't you know

hospitality when you see it?

That was a mistake, Jeff.

Now we're really

going to have a little session.

- Not Daniels?

- Not Daniels.

Two.

Two.

Three.

Five.

Three.

Got it from an orderly in the hospital.

He got it from a guy

who works in administration.

Jeff wouldn't talk,

no matter what they did to him.

Jeff thinks somebody tipped

the warden off about the break.

- That's what it looks like.

- Yeah.

- But who?

- That's one thing that can't be covered up.

The name of the stool pigeon.

Somebody knows who he is.

Somebody'll find out.

Yeah, that'll be the end of him.

The end of him, yeah.

But not the end of Rickey.

Turning men against each other,

tormenting them until they fight back.

And get shot down.

We'll have him on our necks

till we get out. Get me?

Out!

I told you guys not to smoke in here.

You know what we got

stashed in this cell?

Wanna be carried out

of here in a basket?

- Morning.

- Good morning, what can I do for you?

I'm Frazier, Sacramento Press.

I want to see the Warden.

He hasn't come back from lunch,

but his house is right across the street.

- Why don't you step over and send

your name in. - Thanks, I will.

- Take this man over to

the Warden's house. - Thank you.

- Warden Rickey? I'm Frazier,

Jim Frazier, Sacramento Press.

- Well?

- I'd...

- I'd like a few minutes of

your time, Warden. - What for?

Well, it's been reported to my paper

that one of your inmates

was so badly beaten by...

a prison officer,

that he's now paralysed.

- Anything in it?

- No.

I'll have to have more proof

than that to kill this story.

In other words,

you don't believe me.

That's about it.

Alright Mr. Frazier, come with me.

Get in.

Why do they have to search your car?

How do we knowbut

somebody stashed a gun under the hood.

You better shake this guy down too,

he's a newspaper man.

Yeah, I might have

a typewriter taped to my skin.

OK.

- After you Mr. Frazier.

- Thank you.

What's the name of the man

you had the report on?

Riordan, Jeff Riordan.

Number 16.

Just a moment, what is this?

Those are the men

who started that riot a few weeks ago.

- How long have they been getting

this treatment? - About

two weeks I guess.

Riordan's in here.

Riordan!

Move your leg!

See, he's not paralysed.

Leave him alone.

- What did he do?

- He was top man in the riot.

Don't you think he ought

to be in the hospital?

Perhaps you're right.

You should have reported

Riordan's condition to the Captain's office.

Phone the hospital and have them

send a stretcher down right away.

Any other suggestions...

Mr. Frazier?

We have to get out here

and show ourselves to the gate guards.

What for?

So they can see there's nobody in the car

holding a gun on us.

We lost a warden that way once.

- Good warden?

- Not bad...

As wardens go.

It's only fair to warn you

that the story I'm going to write

will tell exactly what I saw here today.

Go ahead and write it,

but write this too.

Those men murdered

Captain Baxter and the guards.

They tried to use

Sergeant Hart and me as hostages.

If they'd got away with it,

we would have had our throats cut.

What would you do in a case like that?

Put them in the bridal suite

and give them breakfast in bed?

- Drop in again Mr. Frazier, any time.

- Thanks. Maybe I will.

- What do you want? - Mr. Rickey, Sir, the

word's out that I tipped you off about...

- You know...

- Well?

You got to help me sir,

get me away from the yard.

- You'll be alright, we'll protect you.

- I don't think you can, they'll kill me.

Alright, if it worries you that much

I'll have you transferred to the ranch.

Thanks.

- Shall I have him transferred right away?

- No.

Forget about it,

leave him where he is.

- Hello. - I'll be glad to

give you a lift if you're going my way.

- Well...

- Now don't misunderstand me, I mean a lift.

That's awfully nice of you,

but I...

- I'm going to the prison.

- Well so am I, get in.

My husband's in Folsom.

- What does he do?

- He works in the quarry.

- He's a convict.

- Oh, I see.

- What's his name?

- Red Pardue.

He'll be getting out soon.

- That's good news.

- It is for me.

Tough going bringing

up a couple of kids without a father.

Two kids? You?

Boy and girl.

- You got children?

- Uh huh.

- You should have.

- I gotta get a wife first.

That would be better.

- They're such fun.

- What, wives?

No, kids.

Well, here we are.

- Have a nice visit.

- We will.

Thanks for the ride.

How d'you like that. When I come to

see him they've got him in the hole.

If he's in the hole,

how did you get in here?

Just asked to see somebody else.

I've got lots of friends living in this place.

- I'm crazy about you kid.

- I'm the same way about you.

- You're not going to ditch me?

- Never. - If I could only...

- What's going on here?

- Have a heart, we're on our honeymoon.

Don't wear what you're wearing now,

get something simple, understand?

OK, Chuck.

Tell the people you rent from your husband's

in the hospital, lung trouble or something.

- You need a place for him to get well in.

- ??? was close to Folsom.

Don't be stupid,

that's just the first stop.

- I'll tell you what Molly.

- Yes, Joe?

Send me some yarn,

I'm learning how to knit.

The way things happen, Janey.

There I was all set to go with that mob.

I told you it was crazy.

A couple of weeks later

I get a letter from the board.

- Telling me they've granted my parole.

- You could begin now.

- You should thank God on your knees.

- I did.

Just think Janey...

Six more months and I'll be coming home.

I haven't been able to think

of anything else since I got your letter.

- You told the kids?

- Of course.

- Jenny is too young to understand.

- She hardly knows.

- But the boy...

- What did he say?

What all kids say when they're glad.

He ain't ashamed I'm a con?

He boasts about it, Red.

- Oh, now look, that's bad.

- I know.

You say he's crazy about football?

OK...

You tell him life's just like that.

That you can't play the game

without the rules.

And if you break the rules,

You gotta pay the penalty.

Tell him

a thief's not only a snide player

but he's a chump who gets it

in the neck every time.

And tell him

I love him,

I love them both.

Well, I see you've heard the bad news.

Yeah, I hear some guy's

moving into Baxter's quarters.

- They also tell me he's going to be the

new Captain of the Guard. - That's right.

What happens to me,

what about my promotion?

I thought I could get the board

to leave things as they are.

Put the new man in your old spot.

I even talked to them on the phone.

No dice.

I know how you feel Cliff.

But I'm not happy either.

All the years I've put in here,

makes me feel like a sap.

I know, but listen

to what the board wrote to me.

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