The Escapist Page #3

[knocks on door]

[door swings open]

[door shuts]

You all right?

No.

He's all right.

[groaning]

You stay with us, Frank.

You ready?

Gate!

Perry.

Batista.

Mitra.

Parkhurst.

Visiting room.

Wait, Frank.

Let's move.

Any minute,

the tracks will be live.

Frank!

Frank!

Let's move, now!

[buzzer sounds]

[grunting]

Help me!

Go! Go! Go!

Move!

Move!

Sit down.

Where are you from, lad?

London.

Old Street.

Old Street?

I can't remember my street.

[buzzer sounds]

Rizza's waiting for you,

in his cell.

Wants me to take you there.

Go to the chapel, lad,

before the end bell...

and make your confession.

Give this to Brodie.

I don't understand.

Yes, you do.

Why me, Frank?

You remind me of someone.

# When they poured

across the border #

# I was cautioned to surrender #

# This I could not do #

[buzzer sounds]

Five minutes.

# I took my gun and vanished #

# I have changed my name so often #

# I've lost my wife and children #

# But I have many friends #

# And some of them are with me #

# An old woman gave us shelter #

# Kept us hidden in the garret #

# Then the soldiers came #

# She died without a whisper #

# There were three of us

this morning #

# I'm the only one this evening #

# But I must go on #

# The frontiers are my prison #

# Oh, the wind,

the wind is blowing #

# Through the graves

the wind is blowing #

# Freedom soon will come #

# Then we'll come

from the shadows #

[clock ticking]

[ticking stops]

Where is he?

You know, I must have read

this book about a dozen times.

If I had my time again,

if I could start over

like re-reading this book,

there'd be someone

I'd sit down and talk to.

I'd talk some sense into him,

tell him how things really are.

But I can't.

That man's long gone,

and I'm all that's left.

End bell.

Where is he?

But do you know something?

I'm free now...

like my little girl.

Free?

You've got an imagination.

Imagination's what protects us.

It's what keeps us alive.

You're still living,

but less and less.

Inside, you own this place.

You run things.

You're the king.

But look around you,

what do you see?

It's all pretend.

It's all made up.

You own nothing,

nothing except cells, bars,

and a rusty metal staircase.

You'll never live,

because outside,

you don't exist.

No one will remember you,

no one.

You behave yourself.

Behaving myself is

what's kept me living this long.

You tell me where he is.

Lacey?

Oh, he'll be all right.

He's gone, Rizza.

What did you say?

Gone.

Where's Frank?

The lad's free.

Don't you walk away from me.

It's like you said...

I'm too old.

[gasps]

Alarm!

[alarm blaring]

Frank?

Frank!

[gears winding]

[coughing]

[hinges groaning]

[music box playing]

[Batista humming]

Brodie...

Frank.

Frank.

Frank!

There's no air!

I can't breathe.

Breathe!

You stay with us, Frank.

Stay with us!

Come on, Frank.

Come on.

Zoe. Zoe.

Zoe.

We're free.

# And #

# In the end #

# We lie awake #

# And we dream

of making our escape #

# And #

# In the end #

# We lie awake #

# And we dream

of making our escape #

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