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gunships stationed 50 miles out.

Once alerted, they

could be here in minutes.

You call this freedom?

Under the circumstances...

we use the term loosely.

I'm sorry, Mr. Robbins,

but like all of us...

you're here

for the rest of your life.

You're not going anywhere with your leg

like that, so you got time to think.

Because soon, you're gonna

have to make a choice.

Either stay here and do your share,

or take your chances out there.

Your feet! Wipe your feet.

The average bare foot

has over 600 million germs.

Wow! So we're talking

There's nothing funny

about sinus infections, bronchitis...

strep throat or pinkeye.

There's no antibiotics here.

No penicillin.

Jesus Christ, the nearest aspirin

is 200 miles away.

Believe me, a bad case of pinkeye,

and you're history.

Okay, I'll remember that.

Now, who are you?

I'm Tom King.

I host the newcomers.

You'll find everything you need

in a drawer over there.

Now, I suggest a comprehensive

oral hygiene program.

Trench mouth is rampant.

And do wash your face thoroughly

before you shave.

A staph infection could kill.

Oh, and the father sent over

some salve for your leg.

Nasty.

Why do they call him the father?

Because that's what he is

to all of us.

Must be the dust.

Why are you following me?

Holy sh*t!

Don't sneak up on me like that.

I wasn't. I was just...

I heard you escaped from Marek.

No one's ever done that before.

I just wanted to meet

the badass son of a b*tch who did...

- Don't.

- Sure. Sorry.

Hey, I understand.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Just leave me alone, okay?

Absolutely.

Wet Dreams.

That's what I call this place.

Wet Dreams.

Sometimes I come here

and I think about home.

Newark.

It's about 5,000 miles that way.

I used to think it was a real slum.

Right now I'd kiss the gutters.

Start swimming.

Are you kidding?

I got a problem with sharks.

I got the same thing with rats.

Wait.

Stephano!

This is my friend Mr. Robbins.

Don't touch him.

Mr. Robbins, this is Stephano.

Anything you need, he's got it.

Okay, I like the boots.

Here's the deal.

You sign 'em to me

for what I call "merchandise on hand".

You keep the boots.

But when you die, they're mine. Okay?

He does that with everyone.

What kind of merchandise do you have?

In the inventory today, I got

two dozen potatoes. Very few bruises.

I got five pairs of underwear.

They're real clean.

Size 44. Fruit of the Loom.

Yeah, okay. I got, um...

I got 14 disposable razors.

They're pink, but

who gives a sh*t, right?

Hey, you a ballplayer?

You look like a ballplayer.

I got a first baseman's mitt.

Huh? You a righty? What?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to do business here.

- I found some rubber.

- I'm overwhelmed.

Here, take my sack...

and bring it up the cliff...

and quit bothering me.

Hey, I want this mitt.

Come on back!

I gotta have something you want.

Got a boat?

A boat.

I love those boots!

What are you doing?

No one goes out at night.

I don't take orders anymore.

We're all cons here.

We're all lifers.

And just like in the joint,

we got rules.

You could've been an Outsider.

You're lucky I didn't kill you.

You think I'm lucky?

Count your blessings.

You know what I want.

Come on.

Don't be shy with that.

Beautiful.

This is my absolute,

goddamn favorite.

This is good, ain't it?

Yeah, if you like roadkill.

It's not for everyone.

Why were you sent here, Casey?

The Weinberger Kidnapping.

You did that?

I was just a gopher. Drove the car,

went for coffee, fed the kids.

We kept 'em in this little closet.

I kept telling the boss

it's hard to breathe...

but he had a million dollars

in the brain.

I would've never hurt 'em.

I had a brother and sister

their age.

Supply drop.

- What?

- Supply drop.

It's for the Outsiders.

We don't get any.

- How often do they come?

- Twice a month, maybe.

If you're thinking about trying to jump

that chopper, forget it.

They pick a new spot each time.

We never know where.

Even if we did, who's gonna fly it?

Most of these cons can't even read.

- I can.

- What? Fly a chopper?

No. Read.

Mr. Robbins, I think it's time

I bought you a drink.

Mr. Killian!

How about two shots

of your finest 12-day-old?

Piss off!

Come on. Mr. Robbins is new in town.

Give us a little taste.

Down the hatch.

Brain spasm. It's taken me years

to get that effect.

- This stuff'll kill you.

- What?

- Mr. Killian is very sensitive.

- You call my life's work sh*t...

- It's turpentine.

- and expect to live?

You bastard! You get out!

Bastard!

I can whip your ass

with only one arm, you know!

I'm sure you could.

Anybody who could make nectar like this

I wouldn't want to mess with.

We gotta go to the gate.

Everyone's gotta go to the gate.

- What's going on?

- A man fell asleep at his post.

He was warned.

It's the second time.

The rules are clear.

They've been established...

to preserve the security

of the community.

Any man who, by action or omission,

jeopardizes the lives...

of any or all among us...

commits a capital offense.

The penalty is banishment.

Come on.

You don't approve?

You need my approval to kill a man?

- He broke the rules.

- And now he's gonna die because of it.

That's what happens to innocent people.

They're always dying for someone else's

idea of what's right or wrong.

We live under constant threat

from the Outsiders.

That man could've cost

everyone their lives.

This is what we have to do

to survive.

How long can you stay awake,

Mr. Robbins...

without somebody guarding your back?

- What's the problem?

- What about the food from the drop?

You'll get it

when I say you can get it!

Tomorrow, if you behave.

We're sick of you telling us

when we can eat and when we can't.

Maybe somebody else

should be giving the orders.

Really? Do you have anybody

particular in mind?

What about the con

who stole the gun...

and gave you a bath?

Maybe we should ask him.

That's not funny.

Now that's funny!

They're gonna tear each other

to pieces down there.

We better get our men together.

We'll make a raid.

Raids aren't gonna work anymore.

We need to take it all.

We need their land,

their food, everything.

We need the other gangs.

Maybe there's another way.

Maybe we should just

make it personal.

Just me and Dad.

Merry Christmas!

How are you doing, guy?

Hey, I made you a hat. You don't

have to wear it if you don't want.

It's a party.

We're having a party.

It's a Christmas party.

Come on. Excuse me.

Quiet, please. Quiet.

Will you be quiet!

All right! Okay!

Here we go.

Yeah, baby!

Thank you.

A lovely tree.

Oh, what fun it is to ride

in a one-horse open sleigh

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride...

Want to go caroling?

On a one-horse open sleigh...

Uncle Stephano shopped till he dropped,

and he has a present for one and all.

These little suckers.

All right!

These little morsels of technology

beat the odds, washed up here...

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