The Last Castle Page #4

At least take some water.

If you're dehydrated, you're gonna drop.

- Can he take it off, boss?

- Captain?

You can take off

your shirt ify ou want.

- [Inmate #1] Hey!

- [Inmate #2] What the f*** is that?

- Electrical burn scars.

- What do you mean?

How long was he in there?

Six years.

Could have got out in four.

They offered him a full release,

but he stayed six.

He said he wouldn't leave

without his men.

[Inmate]

Come on, baby! Drop that rock!

[Inmates Cheering In Distance]

[Inmate]

Come on, General. You can do it.

- Come on, baby!

- [Inmate] Push that rock, soldier!

Kind of tired, sir.

Why don't you call it quits?

Don't listen to him, sir.

It's not that hot.

Why don't you

call it quits, sir?

Go, General!

Come on, baby!

[Inmate] Come on.

One more rock! You got it, sir!

That's it. It's over.

Somebody pushed him.

That's it. He's down.

- He can't go on like that.

It's all over. Stay down.

- Look at me.

- Follow it.

- It's all done. All over.

It's all over.

Yates, 36 packs you owe me.

- How many?

- Four.

- What day is it?

- Saturday.

- He's fine.

- [All Cheering]

[Grunts]

- Yeah!

- [Inmates Chanting] Go! Go! Go!

[Cheering]

[Cheering Continues]

Yes, sir.

[Blows Whistle]

The discipline order

was horn-to-horn labor.

Doesn't matter where the stones are.

You have to continue.

What's he supposed to do, Captain?

He just moved the whole goddamn pile.

Well, he can move 'em back.

- [Exhales]

- Bets are still on.

- Seven-two, against.

- You're a f***in' snake, man.

- Don't bet if you don't want to.

- Yates, four in favor.

Four in favor, Aguilar.

Four in favor!

Who's down for ten?

The horn.

They're holding the horn.

Winter's holding the horn.

That ain't right.

- [Inmate] Son of a b*tch.

- [Grunts]

- [Horn Blaring]

- All right, everybody

to the tiers for count!

- Let's go! Move it!

- [Man On P.A.]

Inmates will move to tiers...

for face-to-badge count.

Inmates will report to the tiers

for face-to-badge count.

Why would you kill yourself

to help him with his wall?

It's not his wall.

It's your wall.

Prisoner Irwin, let's go.

The commandant

would like to see you.

- They clean you up okay?

- Yes.

The cut above your eye,

it's not too serious I hope.

I'm okay.

[Sighs]

Well, I am sorry about this.

It's the standard cooling-off period

after a punishment detail.

I hope you understand...

I did this for the men.

- The men?

- Yes, to show them--

To show them that you are

no different than they are.

Your new friend, Aguilar, he took

a claw hammer to his platoon leader.

He maimed him in a quote,

unquote fit of rage.

[Sighs] Whenever I am...

filled with doubt--

whenever sentiment creeps in--

I just have to open an inmate's file

and see what he's done.

I see what he's capable of.

I see the worst in him.

And that makes my job easier.

It crystallizes my mission.

- Take him back to the tiers.

- Yes, sir.

Hold on.

- Sergeant, taking him back to cell 345.

- Very well, Private.

[Tapping Sound]

[Inmates Tapping In Unison]

[Tapping Continues, Louder]

[Inmate]

General!

[Inmate]

Goodnight, guys.

- Your winnings.

- My winnings?

Aguilar placed a bet for you.

Four bundles at seven-to-two,

two bundles at eleven to one.

That's 36 bundles.

You could get yourself

thrown out of the Hall of Fame

for betting on yourself.

Corporal Aguilar.

Would you pass these out

to the men? I don't smoke.

Thank you, sir.

- So you're the gambler.

- Nah, I don't gamble.

I'm just the bookkeeper.

- Yeah? I hear you're running

a suicide pool on me.

- That's right.

- Any squares left?

- [Chuckles] Yeah, there's one.

Nine weeks.

- How much to enter?

- No way, man.

Knowing you, you'd off yourself

just to win the bet.

Oh-ho, not me.

I bet on myself, it's to win.

Yeah, you don't always win.

No. [Chuckles]

Clearly not.

You know, my father said

you kept him alive in Hanoi.

- He said you kept all those guys alive.

- Nah.

When you're tortured,

the first thing they do is try

to break down your sense ofself.

And I broke in Hanoi.

For weeks, the last thing in

my mind was self-preservation.

In fact, I prayed

for death every night.

And the only thing that kept me

from answering those prayers,

were the voices of the men

in the other rooms--

your father among them.

I don't care what you've heard, Yates.

They kept me alive.

Not the other way around.

Hey! Sir?

You cost me my whole stash

of smokes.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry about that.

Well, you win some,

you lose some.

So what did you mean earlier

about it being our wall?

I mean, it's Winter's wall.

That f*** just makes us work it

to keep us occupied.

It's like we're a bunch

of little kids or something.

In 1870, there was nothing here.

The original prison was built

by prisoners. I want to show--

I want to show you something

I found the other day.

Where?

Oh, here it is.

You see this?

"Private A.J. Beck, 1912-1923."

Now why do you suppose

Private Beck--

What do you think he was doing,

building his own prison?

- How the f*** do I know?

- Well, I don't know either,

but I can make a guess.

My guess is he wasn't

building a prison.

My guess is he was

building something else.

They may have told him to build

a prison, but, in his own mind,

he was raising walls

to protect himself.

My guess is he was

building a castle.

That's a castle?

Yeah, it could be. Could be.

- If somebody rebuilt it.

- How we supposed to do that, sir?

How are you supposed to do that?

I don't know anything about walls.

Why don't you ask pri--

Ask Aguilar.

His dad's a mason.

[Inmates Cheering]

[Hysterical Laughter]

Niebolt!

Good morning, sir.

- What happened here?

- The prisoners,

they knocked it down, sir.

- Why?

- Irwin, he told them to.

Thank you.

Beau-Beaupre?

What's up, Aguilar?

Th-That's not the right rock.

Cutbush, you believe this kid?

Yeah, he seems

to know his sh*t, you know?

All right, Aguilar. I'll bite.

- Bring me the right rock.

- O-Okay.

You need a rock

with a flat edge,

because-because

that one's jagged.

- Th-The jagged ones go in the middle.

- The middle? All right.

Bring me another one.

If I keep getting you the flat rocks,

you'll never learn--

I'll get you one more,

okay, Beaupre?

Mr. Aguilar? It looks good.

Thanks, Chief.

- [Inmate] Morning, Chief.

- [Man] Molly be damned

Smote Jimmy the Harp

with a horrid little pistol

and a lariat

She's goin' to the bottom

She's goin' down the drain

Said she wasn't big enough

to carry it

She said,

"Get behind the mule"

- Gotta get behind the mule

- Pu-Put that on the outside.

You gotta get behind the mule

In the morning and plow

You gotta get behind the mule

In the morning and plow

I'm impressed.

Pretty handy with a trowel.

- Good work, you guys.

- You know it, Chief.

- Nice work.

- Thanks, Chief.

- What do you think?

- I think she's beautiful.

- That's the word.

- Eighteen courses in one week.

Aguilar...

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