The Escape Page #2

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OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT.

[ THUNDER CRASHES ]

[ DOOR SLIDES OPEN ]

CELL SEARCH!

HEY, WHERE WE GOING? HEY!

WHERE THE F*** ARE WE GOING?!

COME ON, YOU!

OH, NO. NO!

GET THE F*** OFF ME!

F*** YOU!

COME ON, NO!

NO, COME ON!

NOT OUT HERE, NOT -- F*** YOU!

-F*** OFF!

-I GOT HIM.

GREAT. UGH!

STRIP DOWN!

YOU KNOW THE DRILL.

LOSE THE F***ING CLOTHES!

LETS GO!

PANTIES, TOO!

AGAINST THE WALL!

NOW SPREAD EM!

YOU KNOW, THAT BUS DRIVER

WAS A FRIEND OF MINE.

SURE GONNA MISS OLD ROY...

NOT AS MUCH AS YOURE GONNA

MISS CLAYTONS STIFF DICK.

F*** OFF, HICKMAN.

AAH!

NOW, THERES GONNA BE A HEARING

ABOUT WHAT WENT DOWN

IN THE FOREST TODAY.

AS I RECALL,

YOU SEEM TO BE A LITTLE CONFUSED

ABOUT THE ACTUAL EVENTS.

I SAW WHAT I SAW.

I DONT THINK SO, F*GGOT.

AAH!

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO

TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU?

THANKS.

GOT A LOT OF WRITING HERE,

FRANK.

-LET ME SEE IT.

-COME ON, THATS MY STUFF.

AAH!

BURN IT.

OKAY.

LEAVE US.

IVE STILL GO SOME COMMUNICATING

TO DO WITH MR. NEWBY.

[ CHUCKLES ]

[ SHIVERING ]

SO, IS THIS YOURS?

I MEAN, WHAT IS THIS PLACE --

SOME KIND OF HUNTING LODGE?

LOOKS LIKE IT.

BY THE WAY, IM SARAH CLARK.

WHATS YOUR NAME?

JAKE.

YOU HAVE A LAST NAME?

ITS JUST JAKE.

YOU KNOW,

ITS LIKE GANDHI OR PRINCE.

[ CHUCKLES ] OH, YEAH.

SO, ARE YOU FROM AROUND HERE?

IM JUST PASSING THROUGH,

LIKE YOU.

WELL, WHERES YOUR CAR?

I WAS ON THE TRAIN.

DID YOU SEE ANY PHONES

WHEN YOU WERE OUT THERE?

I WASNT LOOKING.

WELL, DONT YOU WANT TO CALL

YOUR FAMILY OR SOMETHING?

JESUS CHRIST,

DONT YOU EVER SHUT UP?!

IM SORRY.

IM SORRY.

ALL MY FRIENDS TELL ME

I TALK TOO MUCH.

I JUST -- I DONT KNOW -- I KEEP

THINKING ILL GROW OUT OF IT.

EXCUSE ME.

[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]

ACTUALLY...

I MOVE AROUND:

SO MUCH IN MY WORK...

ITS HARD TO SAY:

WHERE I CALL HOME.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]

WHATS THAT?

HUH?

SPEAK UP!

I CANT HEAR YOU!

GOD DAMN IT, TELL HIM

THAT I DONT HAVE A CHOICE!

IVE GOT TO HAVE THAT WHOLE AREA

EVACUATED BY 9:
00.

THATS RIGHT. HERE.

[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]

ALL RIGHT, KATE,

WHAT DO YOU GOT?

HERES THE RAP SHEE ON THE ESCAPED PRISONER --

CHARLES JACOB CLAYTON, AGE 29.

THIS BOYS BEEN IN TROUBLE

SINCE HE WAS BORN.

TELL ME MORE.

REGULAR CUSTOMER

IN JUVENILE COURT --

ROBBERY, GRAND THEFT AUTO,

ASSAULT,

POSSESSION OF MARIJUANA --

ALL BEFORE HE WAS 18.

HE WAS DISCHARGED

FROM THE MARINES IN 86.

WHATS HE IN FOR NOW?

TWO COUNTS --

FIRST-DEGREE MURDER.

ANY RELATIVES IN THE AREA?

NONE LISTED.

ALL RIGHT. KEEP ON IT.

YEAH.

SHERIFF!

WHAT IS IT?

[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]

SHERIFF, THERES NOTHING

HAPPENING AT THE ROADBLOCKS,

AND ITS GETTING REAL HARD

TO MOVE OUT THERE.

I DONT CARE. I WANT EVERY INCH

OF THIS DELTA COVERED RIGHT NOW.

YOU PULL PEOPLE OFF THE FLOOD

DETAILS IF YOU HAVE TO.

-YES, SIR.

-GET MOVING.

GET ANOTHER CHOPPER IN THE AIR.

[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]

[ CELLO PLAYS CLASSICAL MUSIC ]

BACH.

YEAH.

YOU PLAY IN AN ORCHESTRA

OR SOMETHING?

IN A CHAMBER GROUP.

REALLY?

LAST SUMMER, I WENT TO EUROPE

WITH THE NATIONAL YOUTH

ORCHESTRA.

7 COUNTRIES IN 16 DAYS,

BUT WE PLAYED:

FOR THE PRESIDENT OF FRANCE.

NO SH*T.

THEY ASKED ME BACK THIS SUMMER,

BUT IM ACTUALLY THINKING

ABOUT QUITTING.

WHY?

I JUST FEEL TRAPPED, YOU KNOW?

ITS -- ITS LIKE

THIS IS MY BALL AND CHAIN

AND IM SERVING, LIKE,

THIS LIFE SENTENCE.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

I THINK I DO.

WELL, BEFORE YOU RETIRE...

WILL YOU PLAY SOMETHING ELSE?

OKAY.

[ CELLO PLAYS CLASSICAL MUSIC ]

YOU SHOULDNT QUIT.

YOU HAVE A GIFT, A PASSION.

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES.

I CAN HEAR IT WHEN YOU PLAY.

ITS YOUR TICKET TO RIDE, SARAH.

DONT THROW IT AWAY.

20 BUCKS, LONG DOESNT SHOW UP.

[ HORN HONKS ]

HEY, WAIT. OH.

WASNT SURE YOUD MAKE I TONIGHT, MR. LONG.

OH, AND MISS A MEETING

OF THE THURSDAY EVENING

GENTLEMENS CLUB?

UNTHINKABLE.

HAVE YOU HEARD ABOU YOUR STAR STUDENT?

WHAT?

CLAYTON -- HE ESCAPED TODAY,

KILLED A GUARD.

THEY GOT A STATEWIDE MANHUN GOING ON FOR HIM.

GUESS THERES ONE SOUL

EVEN YOU CANT SAVE.

IM NOT A SAVER OF SOULS,

MR. CONNORS.

IM JUST A WRITER AND A TEACHER.

DONT KNOW WHY YOU BOTHER.

MOST OF THE A**HOLES

YOURE TEACHING:

ARE KILLERS, DRUG HEADS,

RAPISTS.

WE ALL HAVE THE MURDERER

WITHIN US.

IVE WATCHED THESE MEN.

I HAVENT ENCOUNTERED

ANYTHING IN THEM

THAT I HAVENT ENCOUNTERED

IN MYSELF...OR OTHERS.

[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]

[ GATE RATTLES ]

WELL, THEYRE ALL YOURS.

[ MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]

[ DOOR CREAKS OPEN ]

MR. LONG.

MR. HICKMAN.

FIND OUT ANYTHING YOU CAN ABOU CLAYTON AND BRING IT TO ME.

WHAT DO YOU DO FOR THE RAILROAD?

IM A SPECIAL INVESTIGATOR

FOR THE DEPARTMEN OF TRANSPORTATION.

WHAT DO YOU INVESTIGATE?

ITS HARD TO SAY...

CLASSIFIED.

[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]

YOU KNOW, WHAT YOU DID WAS,

UM...WAS REALLY VERY HEROIC.

-THANK YOU.

-FORGET ABOUT IT.

ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE...

IVE RESCUED A DAMSEL

IN DISTRESS.

[ CHUCKLES ]

[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]

ITS A HELICOPTER!

GET YOUR STUFF! WE GOT TO GO!

THEYRE GONNA BE COMING!

OVER HERE!

[ MUFFLED SCREAMING ]

THIS IS THE STATE POLICE.

THIS AREA IS TO BE EVACUATED

IMMEDIATELY.

LISTEN, DONT GET OFF

THE F***ING COUCH.

A SEVERE FLOOD WARNING

HAS BEEN ISSUED FOR THE AREA.

IF THERE ARE ANY OCCUPANTS

WITHIN THE HOUSE,

-PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF NOW.

-AAH!

UGH!

AAH!

I REPEAT -- YOU MUS EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.

SHUT UP!

-AAH!

-SHUT UP!

AAH!

THEYRE GONE!

JUST DO IT!

GET IT OVER WITH!

[ Crying ]

GET IT OVER WITH.

THATS NOT WHAT I WANT.

[ SOBBING ]

[ LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS ]

-CHEERS.

-[ LAUGHS ]

EACH DAY I CARRY FROM THE YARD,

HIDDEN IN THE ARCH OF MY SHOE,

A SMALL CHIP OF CONCRETE.

EACH NIGHT,

WITH THE SHADOWS OF THE BARS

LINING MY CELL LIKE PAPER,

I SCRATCH OUT MY SOUL ACROSS

THE WALLS AND THE FLOORS

UNTIL THE MOONLIGHT FADES

OR THE ROCK WEARS AWAY.

FOR A FEW DARK HOURS,

I REMEMBER MYSELF.

NEAR DAWN,

I RUB OUT EACH WORD

WITH MY HANDS AND FEE UNTIL THEYRE CHALKY,

WHITE, AND RAW.

BUT CALLUSES COME EASY.

IVE LEARNED...

TO FEEL NOTHING...

NOTHING...

NOTHING.

[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]

THEYRE SETTING HIM UP, DUNCAN.

HE DIDNT KILL THAT MAN.

THATS RIGHT.

CLAYTON JUST SAW HIS CHANCE,

AND HE SPLIT.

HE DIDNT TELL NOBODY.

HE DIDNT PLAN IT.

HE JUST DID IT.

WHY IS HICKMAN BLAMING CLAYTON?

TO COVER HIS OWN ASS.

MOTHERFUCKING HICKMAN IS LYING

THROUGH HIS F***ING TEETH.

DAMN RIGHT.

WELL, I CANT IMAGINE CLAYTON

TAKING ANOTHER LIFE -- NOT NOW.

[ SIGHS ]

HERES A POEM THAT IM --

WELL, IM FAMILIAR WITH,

AND TONIGHT SEEMS

AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO READ IT.

EXCUSE ME.

THE ASSOCIATE WARDEN GAVE ME

PERMISSION TO COME HERE TONIGHT.

OH, COME IN.

B*TCH.

"I AM," JOHN CLARE.

"I AM -- YET WHAT I AM

NONE CARES OR KNOWS;

"MY FRIENDS FORSAKE ME

LIKE A MEMORY LOST:

"I AM THE SELF-CONSUMER

OF MY WOES --

"THEY RISE AND VANISH

IN OBLIVIOUS HOST,

"LIKE SHADOWS IN LOVES

FRENZIED STIFLED THROES.

"AND YET I AM, AND LIVE --

"LIKE VAPORS LOST INTO THE

NOTHINGNESS OF SCORN AND NOISE,

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