Runaway Train
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 111 min
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We've got men arranged | in ages from 14 to 19.
Unfortunately, all were killed | in the subsequent crash of the plane...
and their names are being withheld | until notification of next of kin.
We switch now to our live action | reporter at the federal courthouse...
with the latest on | the Manheim-Stonehaven prison case.
We've just gotten word | that the federal judge...
has issued his opinion.
We don't have | all the details...
but apparently Oscar Manheim, | the notorious life-term prisoner...
who has been welded in his cell | for three years...
has won | his civil rights suit...
against officials at Stonehaven.
Stay with us for details.
In a few minutes | we'll be back with comment...
Yeah! | I say yeah!
Hey, Rogers.
Rogers, lookee here, man.
- What's up? | - Manny's won his case.
The courts ordered | to let him out of the hole.
- Great. That's great. | - Yeah. Uh, Warden Ranken...
is gonna be on the tube soon.
Let the dudes in the cell blocks | hear him talk that sh*t he talks.
Put channel nine | into the speakers, man.
Hey, you got sh*t in your veins | or what, man?
I was holding | my mud around here...
when you were peeing | in your diapers.
- All right. They'll all hear it. | - F***ing A, man!
I say, Rogers-- | Thanks, man. Yeah!
Nobody wants prison to be a playground. | We all want criminals punished...
but don't you think you shocked | the public conscience...
by keeping a man welded | in a cell for three years?
Well, a man, yes, | but Manheim is an animal.
He broke out of here twice, | he's robbed banks...
he-- he's a killer.
He doesn't care about your life, | my life...
or even his own life.
F*** your mother!
Hear that trash, Ranken!
Fat-faced f*ggot!
Somebody shoot | that pansy vegetable!
Manny for president!
He believes in nothing. | He's capable of anything.
I've worked in prisons | for 26 years.
Cons with strings of murders | are all afraid of Manheim.
Jesus Henry Christ! | Yeah!
Burn it!
Hey, Jonah!
- Man, he did it, man. | - Yeah.
He really f***ing did it!
Yeah. That's good, man. | I'll see you in the yard.
Well, if, as you say, | he is an animal...
then why do all the other | prisoners love him so much?
Well, um...
because they're mostly animals | just like he is.
They wanna do whatever they want, | no holds barred.
- Rogers, crack that door! | - F*** you...
and the horse | you rode in on!
Open this goddamn door!
This is no country club, | you know what I mean?
Stonehaven's average sentence | is 22 years.
Turn that f***er off!
Hey, Manny! | We got visitors!
On your feet, convict.
On your feet.
I've got a federal court order | to let you out of the hole.
I could ask for a stay | during the appeal.
I can last nine more months.
I could stand on my head | nine months.
- How about I kick your brains in? | - F*** you. Do it alone.
I don't dirty my hands | on scum like you.
I'm gonna let you out | in the yard.
And I hope you make a move so I can | stop your clock. That's a promise.
Yeah, a promise. You promised to keep me | in this hole the rest of my life.
Kept you in here for three years. | That's long enough for me, kid.
Whatever doesn't kill me | makes me stronger.
We'll see.
Please, try again...
and I'll send you out of here | in plastic.
You do what you have to do, | and I will too.
Whatever happens happens.
Call the machine shop. | Bring him to the yard!
That's your mama's fart hole.
The b*tch is loud.
You're all punks hiding there, | yelling in the dark.
Let me tell you | where you a**holes stand.
First, there's God...
then the warden...
then my guards...
then the dogs | out there in the kennel...
and finally you:
pieces of human waste--
no good to yourselves | or anybody else.
Yeah. Here he is, man.
The big man.
Hey, Manny. | Homeboy.
- It's me, home. | - I'm blind, man. I can't see.
Here you go, man.
Let's go. | Should be time for lockup.
Hey, let me get that for you.
What's been happening | these past three years?
Just what you know, brother. I went out | and got a fresh new 30 year sentence.
- Couldn't make it without me. | - Couldn't make it without the money.
Never did know how | to rob a bank.
Don't worry about it. | I'll get you out.
Not in this winter, | you won't.
- I won't? | - Kiss my white ass!
Hey, what's the--
He's a pretty good youngster. | Besides, he pushes the laundry cart.
Welcome home, brother.
Welcome home, man.
One, two--
Nine!
The kid can fight.
That's worth | about two dead flies.
Yeah, but you shouldn't | judge people hard, man.
I'm gonna take a piss.
Officer, this guy! | He's grabbing my ass!
You kept him | in the hole too long!
Take that punk out! | Take him out!
I got him.
Jab! Punch!
What are you doing?
Come on, young man. | Young man, back off!
And still | the welterweight champion...
Buck Logan.
I'm sorry, Manny! | Ranken made me do it!
- Come on, punk. | - You're wrong!
Show me something.
- Come on, Manny. | - Come here.
- Think I'm that stupid? | - No!
- Come on. I got something for you. | - I'm sorry, Manny.
- Stay back! | - You wanted me?
You want my blood? Here.
There. There's my blood.
Come on, scum.
You wanna shoot me? | Shoot me!
Shoot the kid, sucker. | Here I am!
Come on!
Shoot the kid! Don't send no punk | to do your business for you!
I'm right here. | Come on. Shoot me!
I'm going nowhere. | Come on!
Come on.
Make your move!
Hey, sucker. | You show me sh*t!
No, no! | He's mine!
Get off! Hey, get off! | Let me go!
I'll kill you!
I'll tear your f***ing head off!
Oh, my God! | Can't someone do something about--
Mandatory lockup! | All prisoners in their cell.
Mandatory lockup.
You look terrible.
I ain't dead.
They released me | to the yard.
He wants to kill you for sure.
He's pushing me.
He wants me to jump the wall. | He's pushing me.
It's 30 below out there.
I'm going. You coming?
Are you coming? | I'll wait for you.
No, brother.
This is home.
I can't take these ass-kickings | like I used to.
I can make it.
Then get on, brother, | and do it.
I will.
Whatever happens, | don't let 'em bring you back here.
Yeah.
I'll find something.
Nice joint in the sun.
The bull's on the stairs.
Let's split!
- Have fun. | - You too.
There's gonna be convicts | watching you, brother.
Don't let 'em ice you. | It'll break a lot of soul.
You know, you got a following. | And I love you.
Coming through!
Hit the basket, man.
Coming through.
Hey, you guys. | Hit the basket, okay? Goddamn!
Coming through.
Get in here | and check my laundry.
You're late, man.
I'm sorry, man. They were late | with the showers. Here.
Coming through, boss.
Yeah.
- How are you doing, Jackson? | - What's up.
What's up? | Little bit of laundry, huh?
Jackson...
have I got | a surprise for you, man.
- What is it? | - You know, you told me your son...
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