Prison

Kyrie Eleison...

Sharpe here.

Tomorrow?

What... no, no, no.

No, Joe, that's all right.

I'll take the first plane out.

Something has got

to be done now

or this whole thing'll

blow up in our face.

I read your report,

but our ideal situation

is still 50 million dollars

and two years away.

We did design this prison

to be finished, didn't we?

Didn't we?

Gentlemen, please,

with a push from this board,

we could start construction

on an effective,

humane, and safe facility,

workable not only

for the inmates and the staff,

but for our entire community.

I'm in a hell of a fight right now

to get last year's

appropriation approved.

Prison reform just isn't

on the governor's reelection platform.

Which leaves us where?

Reopening the old Wyoming State

Penitentiary at Rawlins.

You can't be serious.

That institution's

been closed since '68.

Ethan Sharpe

will be the warden in charge.

Sharpe?

My God, Joe, the man is a dinosaur.

All he knows is chain gangs

and tommy guns.

Is that your solution?

Not a pleasant place to spend

one's life, is it, Miss Walker?

You must be warden Sharpe.

There's an awful lot of work

to be done here

in preparation

for the inmates.

I've got 300 men being transferred

over here tomorrow.

They'll take care of the cleanup

and the repair work.

You don't think we should

consider a postponement?

I mean, at least until some

improvements can be made.

I'm gonna be candid

with you, Miss Walker.

I know you represent the prison

board and I appreciate your input.

But I will not have it interfere

with our primary purpose.

Which is what?

Punishing criminals.

Keeping them away

from the public at large.

All the rest...

therapy sessions,

trade skills...

so much window dressing.

The board has instructed me

to assist you in any way I can

and that means from getting things

organized around here

to setting up therapy sessions,

trade skills, and...

all those other

window dressings.

Well, I always appreciate

a different point of view.

And a woman's will be...

most interesting.

Warden Sharpe, I'm here to help

for the next few weeks.

Now, how much

is certainly up to you.

However, I do have a job to do

and I intend to do it.

My office is always open.

Then I'll see you there

in the morning.

It's been a pleasure.

All right, let's go,

let's get moving.

Let's go, close the gap,

come on, let's go, keep it moving!

Up in front, all right,

let's go, come on.

Let's go, let's go,

close it up, come on.

All right, let's clear the yard.

Twenty men to a line.

Arms length apart.

No talking.

All right, let's clear the yard.

Twenty men to a line.

Arms length apart.

No talking.

No talking in the yard.

Twenty men to a line.

Arms length apart.

Silence in the yard.

Hey, come on you guys, let's go.

- Where's the bathroom?

- Hey, what the f***!

Hey, man, what the hell

are you doing, huh?

- F*** off.

- What the f*** are you doing now?

You can't steal no f***ing bus!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Come on, man.

You are crazy!

Man in front!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Hold your fire.

Hey, watch out for the wall, man!

Hey, man what are you doin'?

How do we get the f***

out of here, now?

Watch out for the wall, man...

the wall, the wall!

Shut up!

Watch out

for that board, man!

Watch out, watch out, man,

there's a man the way.

Stop, stop.

- P*ssy!

- Man, let go of me.

Hey!

Hey, man, I had nothing

to do with this.

- I swear it was his idea.

- Shut up!

- You got a choice here.

- Yeah?

You can either step off this bus

or be dragged off.

It's up to you.

Okay.

Let's go.

Move 'em back!

Pretty boy.

All right, listen up!

These two men...

they just cost you your mail

and your visiting privileges

for six months.

Captain Horton, let's get 'em

searched and processed

before the next group gets here.

Wallace, move 'em out,

columns of two, silently.

Let's go, columns of two,

after me, right here.

Move it!

You two just bought yourselves

six months in the hole.

- The hole?

- Get 'em off the yard!

Move out!

You owe me, baby.

Still one hard-ass son of a b*tch.

Pretty f***in' wild, huh?

Come on.

Move it.

Come on, move!

Come here.

Hold it, man.

You f***in'

with my religion, now, man.

All right, get movin'.

Hey.

Come on.

- What?

- Come on, come on.

Come on, man,

they let me have it upstate.

Here it's contraband.

Yeah, what isn't?

You're a**hole.

Get movin'.

Get ahead on my ass!

Up against the wall.

Back in line.

- Step back.

- You shut up!

Cuff him, Gene!

You're ahead of yourself, buddy.

You're going downstairs, buddy.

Some room, now.

All right, I got him.

Oh, I'm in the hole.

Hey, look, man,

you making a big mistake.

All I did was get on the God damn

bus like they told me.

Hey, man, what's with the swamp lake

around here, man?

Hey, I don't do good places

like this, you know?

I don't think I'm gonna

do good here, man.

Let me outta here, man,

I didn't do nothin'!

- Okay, okay.

- Come on, man.

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, nobody got hurt.

- Rizolli, seven.

- One.

- Reese, eight.

- Santoni.

- Two.

- Morris, nine.

Applegate, three.

- Garcia, thirteen.

- Four.

Cruz, five.

Montoya, sixteen.

French, six.

Young, Volkie, twenty-one.

- Seven.

- Sandor, twenty.

- Johnson, eight.

- Burke, nineteen.

- Morgan, nine.

- Cresus, nineteen.

Hey, car thief.

Bet that's you, right?

I heard some a the guys talkin'

on the line about you.

They said you were some kind

of celebrity or somethin'.

Hey, uh, Joe Lazaro's the name.

But my friends call me Lasagna.

All right.

Okay.

Hey, I heard you could take

anything off four wheels, man,

fly it away to heaven.

Well, don't believe

everything you hear.

- Hey!

- Hi, kid.

I'm Rhino.

You and me's gonna be cellmates.

Just think of me as one

of your roomies in college...

only closer.

And everything

you gotta know,

I'll teach you.

Hey, man, this is where the bottom

of the damn world drops out.

Hey, man, that could be bad

for your health,

if you know what I mean.

I'll take the top.

I'll take the top.

Look man,

I don't even belong here.

I was just trying to visit my Uncle

Angelo in Phoenix, you know,

and I blew my front retread.

So, I'm gettin' myself

a new set a rubber

off this pickup truck

in this guy's driveway, right?

So, I f***ed up,

the guy sees me.

But he goes nuts.

Comes after me with a pistol

and a German shepherd dog.

So, uh, what did you do?

What did I do?

What could I do,

what did I do?

Grabbed the gun and shot

the son of a b*tch and his crazy dog.

Cops grabbed me

just as I was getting

the last tire off the truck.

This sh*t never woulda happened

in New York.

Probably not.

So, I figure...

I'm stuck here, right?

So, I might as well learn a trade

or somethin', you know, like weldin'.

What do you think?

Man, I been doin' time

30 f***in' years.

Only thing I learned how to do is cut

my meat with my spoon.

And call my friend.

My best friend.

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