Lock Up Page #5

Forget about him.

A miracle just happened.

First Base finally learned something.

I doubt it.

- Okay, who's gonna say grace?

- Grace.

She was terrific, wasn't she?

- I thought I could rely on you, Weber.

- He won't be pushed.

Because you're not pushing

in the right place.

Everyone has a weak spot, Weber.

Find his, or I'll have

to find a new yard boss.

- Welcome to the Gateway Stakes.

- I feel like a steamed vegetable.

- Let's start the race.

- All right. What's your bug's name?

- Dirt Creature.

- Three-to-two on Dirt Creature.

- First Base, what's your bug's name?

- Rear Entry.

Rear Entry's 4-to-5.

Place your bets.

Two'll get you three, five'll get

you four. Five'll get you four.

Everything I got on Dirt Creature.

- I bet the house on Rear Entry.

- The window is closed. All bets are in.

Gentlemen, start your insects.

- On your marks, get set...

- Come on, Dirt.

Boom! They're off.

I've got a steak dinner

on this victory.

Come on, Dirt. Come on.

You can't do that.

We got a steward's inquiry.

You can't push your bug!

It was a come-from-behind

victory by Rear Entry!

- We're gonna rerun the race.

- Hey, no rematch.

- Hey! What are you guys doing?

- Sh*t.

- Pea! You're on the wrong detail.

- Stand up.

Get you ass up here!

Clean up the gym.

- We got a rematch later, all right?

- Sure.

I'm getting out of here.

I'll pay up later.

Now, a**hole!

Give me a break. I gotta get

dressed. You know what I mean?

Hey, watch out for my bug.

I'll take care of him

for you, really. Delicious.

- Come on, let's do it today!

- All right.

- Clean this place up.

- It's already cleaned.

- What are you, deaf?

- Shut your mouth and do it.

Come on. One by one, come on!

Come on.

Get him down there.

Pull his head.

I told you we'd play later,

you little b*tch.

Hey, Leone!

- They got First.

- I can't hear you.

- What did you say?

- They got First Base in the gym.

- What is it?

- They got First Base in the gym.

First!

Twenty years old.

This kid's twenty years old.

I told you.

I know. I know.

You want me, you got me.

You f***ing Nazi.

You want me, you got me.

Get him. Get him!

- I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

- Come on, fight. Fight!

Kick his ass!

I'll kill you.

Son of a b*tch.

I'll kill you.

Do it.

Crush his face!

- Do it!

- Take him out!

Drop it! Drop it!

God.

Linen run!

Get a move on.

I'm trying to make a living here.

Frank, my man. Florence Nightingale.

- How you feeling?

- All right.

- Three weeks and you're out, man.

- Feels like three years.

Come on, man.

Three weeks is a blink.

What'd they do with the kid?

They sent him home, man.

What'd you think? You know.

You know, the kid told me once...

..."Your body has to be in prison, but

your mind can be wherever it wants."

He tell you that?

Listen, I brought you

some toilet paper...

...in case, you know, you want

to write some poetry or something.

Hey, Colonel Klink.

Let me out of here, man.

Frank, man,

it wasn't your fault, okay?

Remember that.

Roberta, have Miss Lowell photographed

for an I.D. For visitation.

I'm reinstating

Mr. Leone's privileges.

Yes, sir.

- I want to make sure Frank's all right.

- He's fine. He's recovering.

In three weeks he'll be out, and you can

look forward to a happy life together.

- Thank you for coming.

- Thank you, warden.

Okay, look into the light.

- Hi, baby.

- Hi.

Hi, come here, you.

- I was so worried.

- You look great.

Thirty-minute visit, Leone. Compliments

of the warden. Don't waste it.

- How do you feel?

- Good, thanks, sweetheart.

Thirty minutes. You need any help,

just give us a call, huh?

- Are they all like that?

- Don't worry. You look great.

You look...

Don't tell me what I look like.

I can't stand it.

I've missed you so much.

No more separations. Promise?

I promise.

- Time's up.

- Nice view.

- What's the matter with you?

- Time's up.

- The warden said half an hour.

- He changed his mind.

What do you mean?

I wanna talk to the warden.

What you wanna do is keep your mouth

shut, fix your clothes and get out.

- Come on.

- Don't touch her.

What did you say?

- Don't touch her? You don't learn, pal.

- Hey, I'm leaving.

Three weeks.

Three weeks. Three weeks.

Leone.

Come here.

Do I know you?

No, you don't know me, Frank,

but I know you.

I was at Treadmore with you.

A-block.

- Treadmore don't have an A-block.

- That's right.

- We got something else in common.

- Yeah, what's that?

We're both getting out soon.

You in a few weeks.

Me, I'm gone the day after tomorrow.

What happened to you?

One beating too many.

I served some hard time in this place.

We both have, am I right?

Yeah, you're right about that.

You need anything when I get out?

Can I get you anything?

- No, I'm all right. Thanks.

- I'm just lucky, I guess.

I got a job lined up. Temporary, but

it pays a grand for two hours of work.

- That's not bad, is it?

- What do you gotta do?

I just gotta rape this b*tch. I get an

extra hundred every time she screams.

- I'll kill you for that!

- Payback time, Frank.

- Chink says hello.

- You touch her, you're dead!

Hey, bailiff! Guard!

Guard! Somebody!

Manly! Manly! Guard!

- What's your problem?

- I gotta use the phone.

- You know your privileges. No phone.

- That guy is gonna kill my girlfriend.

- What guy?

- The guy that was just here.

- The guy in the wheelchair!

- What are you trying to pull, Leone?

Don't play with me, Manly.

Please, I gotta warn her.

Everybody's got problems, Leone.

Get some sleep.

Goddamn, you fat motherf***er!

Goddamn!

Hey, Frank. Doing some

spring-cleaning, huh, man?

Dallas, come here.

Yeah?

- What is it, man?

- I need some help.

No questions asked.

You're busting out?

You got less than three weeks.

Just help me.

- This is gonna take days.

- I need it tonight.

I can't do that.

Everything is gonna be locked up.

There's a con getting

out of here tomorrow.

- Chink Weber paid him to get Melissa.

- I understand.

I'd love to help, but I can't do

the impossible. You're hurting my arm.

I'll take you with me.

No sh*t?

- What's the plan?

- You'll know when you gotta know.

Going for the tunnels, huh, man?

You just be here, all right?

Convict, move it out of there!

Hey, use some bleach on that, Frank.

I'm coming out, Colonel Klink.

Linen run.

- Evening, Officer Vazquez.

- You're late. Get in there.

- Yes, sir.

- Quick.

- I'll be real quick.

- Still making that jailhouse booze?

Absolutely not, sir. I'm on the wagon.

I joined Alcoholics Unanimous.

- You got some line of sh*t.

- It's bad on my nervous system.

- Makes me talk too much.

- Just make it quick.

Yeah, I'll be right out, sir.

Right out.

No. Help! Oh, sh*t!

Help me!

Come on, Frank. Let's go.

Okay, come on. That's it.

- All right, we got 10 minutes. Move it.

- All right.

Sweet dreams, Moby Dick.

- Frank?

- Come on.

The tools, man.

You got it.

Okay, here I go.

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