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Synopsis: When three star General Irwin is transferred to a maximum security military prison, its warden, Colonel Winter, can't hide his admiration towards the highly decorated and experienced soldier. Irwin has been stripped of his rank for disobedience in a mission, but not of fame. Colonel Winter, who runs the prison with an iron fist, deeply admires the General, but works with completely different methods in order to keep up discipline. After a short while, Irwin can feel Winter's unjust treatment of the inmates. He decides to teach Winter a lesson by taking over command of the facility and thus depriving him of his smug attitude. When Winter decides to participate in what he still thinks of as a game, it may already be too late to win.
Director(s): Rod Lurie
Production: DreamWorks SKG
  1 win & 4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.9
Metacritic:
43
Rotten Tomatoes:
52%
R
Year:
2001
131 min
$17,924,798
Website
1,199 Views


sh*t now, do they?

You're allowed one book in your cell,

in addition to the Bible.

Go up here,

then make a right.

- I've got eight bundles on you, General!

- Let's see--

No, no, no. You got to hold out

for five weeks, then kill yourself!.

[Peretz Talking, Indistinct]

- Three-four-five. Crash 345.

- [Bell Rings]

All right, General!

[Peretz]

First call, 0600.

- [Inmate] What'd you do, man?

- What are you here for, man?

- Close 345.

- [Inmate] How many did you kill?

[Inmate]

Welcome to the castle, baby!

- [Knocking On Door]

- [Peretz] Sir?

Sir?

[Exhales]

Prisoner Irwin's in his cell.

- He's really something, isn't he?

- Mmm.

Would you like

the end-of-day report, sir?

- Is everyone where

they're supposed to be?

- Yes, sir.

Then skip it.

Very good, Colonel.

Is there anything else?

Tomorrow, put out

only one basketball.

[Inmate]

What you doing?

- You just hit a brick wall.

- Nigga, why you doin' that sh*t?

- Come on, little brother.

- Get your hands off me!

- Come on, b*tch!

- [Arguing Escalates]

[Inmates Shouting, Cheering]

[Whistles]

Three-to-one

on the little man.

[All Shouting]

[Inmate] Stab him!

Come on, Thumper. Kill 'im!

Come on, b*tch!

- [Talking, Indistinct]

- What are you doing?

- Man, you don't like it, Doc,

take a walk.

- You're f***in' sick, Yates.

[Classical]

You see how easy it is

to manipulate men?

Someone should

write a paper on it.

[Continues]

Hold.

Come on! Come on, b*tch!

- End it.

- Sound the horn.

[Horn Blaring]

[Guard]

On the ground now!

[Man On P.A.] All inmates remain

on the ground in a prone position.

Get the hell down now!

- Thumper, get down!

- [Thumper] I didn't mean it!

[Inmates Yelling]

Get down, Thumper! Get down!

- Get down, Thumper!

- Yes, sir.

[Man On P.A.] All inmates remain

on the ground in a prone position.

- [Inmates Yelling]

- No! I didn't do anything!

- [Singing, Indistinct]

- Thumper, get down!

Sound off

[Thumper Groans]

[Horn Fades]

- [Gunshot]

- [Inmates] Oh, sh*t!

- Watch where you're going.

- Kiss my ass!

Don't worry about it.

We'll do it later.

- [Inmate] Damn n*gger!

- [Inmate #2] What?

- You heard me!

- [Inmate #2]

Say it to my face, white b*tch!

I'm gonna kick your white ass

through the air! Shut the f*** up!

What the f***

you doing, beano? Hey!

I said what the f***

are you doing?

- The mortar's weak, Beaupre.

- Don't worry about it.

- Mind your own business.

- Cool out, man.

Shut the f*** up,

or I'll stick this in your neck.

[Cutbush]

They'll throw you back in the hole.

- It's all w-weak.

- Don't worry about the mortar.

- M-My daddy's-- My daddy's a mason.

- Spit it out.

I don't give a f***

if your dad built the pyramids.

Whites work the wall, period.

Get back on Spic duty and bring me

some rocks before I give you a slap.

- They won't set, Beaupre.

- What did I just tell you?

What'd I just tell you?

We're only doing this...

to keep Johnny-f***ing-eyeballs

off our back.

Don't make me tell you again.

Back the f*** off!.

Beaupre! Knock it off.

What? Big hero.

Don't worry about me

going back to the hole.

[Chattering]

How you doing?

You probably don't remember me,

but I served under you in the Gulf.

Dr. Thomas Bernard,

33rd Medical Unit.

That's right. Actually, it's

Lee Bernard, but close enough.

You were arrested for hashish--

possession of hashish-- as I remember.

- That's right.

- It was a small amount, as I recall.

- You don't get sent here for that.

- No, no. You don't.

There's more to it than that.

Hey, Thumper!

- I was able to getyou an aspirin.

- Thanks.

[Exhales] I got shot

with a real bullet once, Doc.

Didn't hurt this much.

That's the upside of real bullets,

they cut through the flesh,

hit fewer nerve endings.

Downside is they kill you.

Of course, so do

the rubber ones sometimes.

[Thumper]

Hell of a downside.

Hey, Doc, you think I might

get one of them Purple Hearts?

Absolutely, Thumper. You take it easy.

I'll try to get you some more.

You know Winter played us

with that one basketball sh*t?

Come on, man.

- General, sir.

- Don't call me sir.

I'm not a general anymore.

- Can we at least talk to you?

- About what?

You still got friends in the Pentagon,

right? You could talk to them.

I'm a little hazy

on the subject matter.

Look, what happened here today

happens all the time, sir.

- Let me get this straight.

You mean there's violence?

- Yeah.

- In a prison packed with violent criminals.

- That's not what we're saying.

No. There's been--

How many this year, Doc?

Um, 13 men down, 11 of them

were critical injuries--

Stopy our f***ing whining.

Listen to yourselves.

Then he only gives us the most

basic medical treatment.

Completely substandard services.

- Substandard services?

- Yes. Substandard services.

It's f***ed-up sh*t, man.

I had a friend in Hanoi who had

to repair his own fractured tibia.

You cannot begin to compare what went on

in a foreign POW camp 30 years ago--

No, you can't compare.

I've led real soldiers in more

difficult situations than this.

But you're not real soldiers

anymore, and neither am I.

There've been murders.

Do you know what happens when

you take a rubber bullet to the head?

The lights go out.

Twice in the last year

there've been accidents...

- where men have been

hit in the head and killed.

- Nothing can be proven.

We're talking about expert marksmen

shooting from minimal distances.

The guards just say the guy

turned his head and boom.

It's not a random thing. You get on

Winter's bad side, you're done.

When you're doing

combat duty, after awhile,

life just becomes snapshots.

Most of them horrible.

But not all of them.

Three years ago in Bosnia,

I was driving a small unit

through an IFOR town.

And I saw something

pretty interesting.

I saw an old man

sitting on a bombed-out porch,

playing a game of Dominos with

what I presume is his grandson.

When I saw that I thought,

you know, it's my turn.

I didn't retire after that, as I should have.

I took one last assignment.

It was a mistake.

So, gentlemen, I'm done.

I'm not fighting anyone

or anything anymore.

I'm doing my time here,

I'm going home, and God willing,

I'm going to sit on the porch

and play a game of Dominos...

with my grandson,

who I've never met.

What'd I f***ing tell you, Doc?

You call a three-star General "man"?

Why don't you call him "dude"?

[Man On P.A.] Attention, inmates,

the library will close early at 1700 hours.

The library will close

early tonight at 1700 hours.

- Watch yourself, snitch.

- Hey, Yates, everything all right?

- Okay.

- [Inmate] My boy say you got a nice ass.

I got a guy in 129 who's

way behind, telling me stories.

- How late is he?

- Three weeks.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I'm telling you now.

Yates, no way that was a touchdown,

baby. That was a f***ed-up call.

Keep that sh*t on the down-low.

They're all f***ed-up calls.

How you doing?

So we lost:
22 to 20.

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David Scarpa

David Scarpa is an American screenwriter. He was born in Fort Campbell, Kentucky, and raised in Tennessee and Connecticut before attending New York University's Film Program. more…

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