Lock Up Page #4

- Turn left on 42nd Street.

- I got it.

Look, the place is jumping.

Look at the action here!

Check out those ladies!

Wanna come for a ride in my new car?

- Hey, baby!

- They ain't responding.

They're not your type.

When were you last in Atlantic City?

- I ain't never been there.

- You are now. What do you think?

- I don't know. What does it resemble?

- It's the best. Look at the lights.

The Boardwalk

is jumping day and night.

It's hot music. You got high rollers.

You got parties.

You got money. You got gambling.

You got 10,000 chorus girls!

Hey, baby, wanna come for a ride

in my new vehicle?

Man. Yo, that was great, man.

I hate to tell you, your engine just blew

a rod. You're ready for Indianapolis.

You got the touch.

Frank, let me ask you one favour, man.

I appreciate the drive

and everything...

...but none of this is real unless I

hear this engine kick over just once.

If I turn the engine on, the guards

will bust in here and grab us...

...and throw us in the hole forever.

Forget it.

Come on, Frank. Just for 10 seconds.

It'll last for the rest of my life.

You're such a pain in the ass.

Come on, Frank. Let me just

hear that engine. We built it, man.

All right, go on. Ten seconds.

Yeah! All right, looking good!

- Ain't that great?

- It's beautiful, baby.

Hit it, one time!

All right, one more time.

Damn it, Frank.

Okay, turn it off.

You got it, you did it. Turn it off.

Hey, kill it, Frank. Come on, man.

Come on, First. Turn it off.

If I turn it off I ain't never

gonna turn it on again, right?

That's right.

Please, turn it off, First.

- First!

- Sorry, Frank.

Oh, sh*t!

Frank, turn it off

and get him out of that car.

Get him out!

Frank, get on that kid.

Stop that kid!

Look out!

First! First!

First, turn it off, you crazy bastard!

All right, stop that car now.

I repeat, stop that car now!

They're gonna kill you!

- This is Meissner. Stop firing.

- The warden said...

- Goddamn it, I said stop firing!

- Hold it, hold it.

First, turn it off! Hold it. Hold it.

Look out! Look out, Frank.

Look out, man!

Get out of the car!

They're gonna kill your ass.

- Did you see that ride?

- Are you crazy?

- It's beautiful. I can drive.

- It's beautiful...

All right. You're one crazy

son of a b*tch, you know that?

Move!

- You bought yourself a trip to the hole.

- Leave Frank alone!

Let's go, let's go. Break it up!

Break it up! Let's go.

Let him go. You have the wrong man.

- Take Leone to the hole.

- Back off.

- Six weeks.

- It was my fault, sir!

Save it.

Get off me.

Captain?

I want five inmates. Give me a bat.

I wanna break up this car.

Hold it right there, now!

I want you to watch this, Leone.

Back to the honeymoon suite!

Night.

- You should've been notified...

- Why is he in isolation?

- I don't have that information.

- You don't have it?

Then I wanna see

the goddamn warden!

Not today.

Every hour when the light comes on,

you'll stand, face the camera...

...and state your name and number.

Name and number!

Leone, five-ten.

Face the camera.

Name and number.

Leone, five-ten.

Name and number.

Leone, five-ten.

Leone, five-ten.

Leone. Leone. Leone.

Name and number.

Leone, five-ten.

On your feet. Name and number.

Give Mr. Leone half rations

the rest of his time.

Yes, sir.

Name and number!

Get up!

He seems a little sluggish.

Wake him up.

Cold enough?

- Wanna see my swing?

- I'd like to see you in whites.

- Some swing.

- You see me on the golf course?

You got a little cruel streak.

Leone, five-ten.

- Upright. Name and number.

- Leone, five-ten.

You'll be praying for some time

on your own. You know that?

- I don't believe that.

- Trust me. I know about these things.

Leone, five-ten.

Water.

Leone, five-ten.

Name and number.

Name and number!

Name and number!

Marilyn Monroe.

Thirty-seven, something, thirty-five.

Crack 121.

Listen, I didn't mean it.

No, I didn't say anything at all. No!

That's enough.

- Who ordered this?

- The warden.

Does the warden hate him enough

to kill him? 'Cause that ain't my job.

Mr. Sensitive. He thinks

we're treating Leone too rough.

Forget which are the cops

and which are the cons?

- You want me? Come on!

- Break it up!

Damn it, I said break it up!

Break it up!

Your stick, Mr. Braden.

P*ssy.

Get out of my sight, before I shine

my boots with your face...

...you fat piece of sh*t! Go on!

Time's up.

Remember what I told you, Frank.

Roll with the system. Roll with it

or it's only gonna get harder.

Yeah, and it's getting shorter too.

So, what's new, Mr. Braden?

How's the family? Good?

How are the Jets doing?

Don't forget to check your bed.

Hey, Frank.

Somebody die in here?

Ain't a very good welcome home, is it?

Hey, big man.

Sand. The whole engine block

is full of it. It was Chink.

What are we gonna do about it?

- Forget it.

- Forget it?

We poured everything we got into this

car. No way we can let Chink slide.

- Let it go, First Base.

- Let it go?!

Aren't you the guy who says

you gotta protect what's yours...

...watch each other's back,

you watch mine, I watch yours?

I guess that was a bunch of jive,

now that you're a short-timer.

You're incredible. What?

You think this is your car?

This ain't your car.

This is the warden's car. Did you

think that Chink Weber did this?

Drumgoole did this.

Come on.

Did you think we were gonna

take our dates out in this car?

Maybe rotate it on weekends.

Ernie, why don't you take it Friday.

Dallas, take it Saturday.

And Eclipse, you got it Sunday!

Is that what you thought?

It's his! This lift is his, these

tools are his, the garage is his!

This whole goddamn place is his.

And you better remember that,

because once you buy into this...

..."our car," "our thing" concept,

man, you're his too!

Just let it go.

- I thought you were our leader.

- Goddamn it, I'm not your leader!

And this ain't a gang.

We're convicts.

We're prisoners, we're inmates.

We're here. And as long as we're

here, we're gonna stay his.

We're his.

Nothing's ever gonna change that.

You gotta face the facts.

Now, you guys are standup,

no doubt about it.

But I got three weeks to get out of

here. And in three weeks, I'm walking.

Ain't nothing gonna change that.

That's all I care about.

It's nothing for nothing, man.

He's right.

Leone, how do you like my belt buckle,

boy? Yeah, I know. I like it too.

A little souvenir

that reminds me of you.

Tell me, what are you

going to do about it?

You mean six weeks in the hole

killed your guts and your appetite?

It ain't over, you son of a b*tch.

- Anybody call this spot?

- You guys don't need reservations.

- You on a diet, Frank? Huh, man?

- Cutting back a little bit.

- Take some of my food.

- Here you go. Don't worry about it.

- Bread.

- Thanks.

Some tomatoes.

You'll be all right. Celery stick.

I ain't playing football.

Don't worry about that guy. He's a

lifer. You only got a few weeks to go.

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