We're No Angels

All prisoners...

All prisoners, report to level B, now.

The taking of a life...

is no minor matter.

Nor do we do it lightly.

This man has killed,

and he will be killed.

He will be taken down,

his head will be shaved.

He will be given confession,

if he wishes it.

And then, we will test the apparatus.

The lights will dim.

Once, twice...

The third time,

his soul will be in that new place.

And I leave it to you to conjecture

where that new place will be.

I've no doubt

but that your thoughts will be troubled.

Keep them to yourselves.

I want no demonstrations.

I want no comments.

- Take him down.

- Move.

- So long, guys.

- So long, Bobby.

No talking.

What're you gonna do to him, take away

his commissary, you son of a b*tch?

- Keep it down, Jim.

- Son of a b*tch.

I can't believe it.

Can you believe it, Neddy?

I can believe most anything.

My problem is, I just don't care.

- Taking Bobby to bakery.

- Sometimes it works that way.

That the guy's gonna die, and that's it?

What's your question?

That that's the end of it?

That he goes in that room...

Goes in that room, they light him up,

and that's the end of it...

there's no eternal life for his soul,

and the cruelty of the world?

Is that the thing?

Is that your problem this fine evening?

Yes.

- Why don't you talk to the chaplain?

- I'm talking to you.

I'm busy.

I've got my mind on higher things.

- I feel bad, Ned.

- Well, do your own time.

You two, put these on.

What is it?

- Just tell me what it is.

- Shut up! Keep walking!

Life's a hellhole, pally.

You two were talking?

Answer me.

You two were talking during my speech.

- I...

- You swine.

You little swine. Hold him down.

You want order?

I'll give you order.

You want a lesson?

Is that what you want?

You want a lesson?

I'll give you a lesson.

Is that what you want?

Warden? They're ready, sir.

Keep them here.

We'll beat the other one later.

Yes, sir.

- It's all right. It's all right, Jim.

- I'm in bad shape, Ned.

"For the Lord shall judge his people,

and repent himself for his servants...

"when he seeth

that their power is gone...

"and there is none shut up, or left.

"And he shall say, Where are their

gods, their rock in whom they trusted... "

Nobody move! Get back. Get down!

Don't do this, my son.

Open that door.

I'm gonna count to three. One...

Go on, open it!

Get in there.

Here, put these on.

Come on!

What do we do now?

Tell them you got a man for the morgue.

- Man for the morgue!

- Where's your pass?

Come on!

- I'm not sure this is such a good idea.

- Nobody's asking you, Ned.

Bob, they catch us now, they'll kill us.

Welcome aboard.

Come on.

Come on!

Are we going, or are we dying?

Come on.

Come on!

All right, let's go.

- Look, Bob...

- What?

Get out!

Ever hear the phrase "nothing to lose"?

Get after them!

My God, you goddamn fools!

Go!

Wake up, Jimmy. Wake up.

Rip it off. Rip the number off.

I'm cold.

I'm cold, too. Come on, walk it out.

I'm cold.

What happened to Bobby?

You think they got him, Neddy?

Look at this.

"Do not neglect

to show hospitality to strangers...

"for thereby some have

entertained angels, unawares.

- "Hebrews 13:
1."

- Very touching.

Hebrews.

Wait a second.

Hello.

Who the hell are you?

"Do not neglect

to show hospitality to strangers...

"for thereby some have

entertained angels, unawares. "

Hebrews 13:
1.

What are you? Priests?

Yeah, that's right, we're priests.

You put her down, I'll give you a ride.

Into the town, across the bridge,

and we're free.

I'm sure they're looking for you.

- What?

- I'm sure they're looking for you.

- Who's looking for us?

- The monastery, your fellow priests.

Yeah, I'm sure they're looking for us.

What, are you missing

morning prayers?

Yeah, we're missing the whole

program. What do you care?

I don't care a damn thing. I told you, it's

all superstition, far as I'm concerned.

That's fine.

Now you just drop us off at the town.

I'll tell you what else.

You get people worked up.

You get people worked up over that

shrine of yours, that Weeping Virgin.

We'll get out here.

Won't be one more minute,

I'll have you down.

No, we'll get out here.

Well, I could use your help...

carry my deer to the butcher.

I'll tell you what,

you go down to the garage...

and we'll come down

and help you carry your deer for you.

Why don't you just come with me?

We need a moment

to compose our thoughts.

If it weren't for you,

I'd never have killed that deer.

Well, thank you for your courtesy.

God bless you and all that.

- Can you swim, Jimmy?

- No.

Neither can I.

- You think Bobby made it, Neddy?

- Not like this, he didn't.

Gotta ditch these togs.

Come on.

What are you gonna do

on free street, Neddy?

I'm gonna do it all, pally,

and I'm gonna do it again.

And I'm gonna get

two of the best of everything...

and anybody muck with me,

they're going down!

Come on.

Ready?

I wonder what happened to Bobby.

I wonder if he got across.

What happened, happened, Jim.

Maybe they got him back.

I'm not going back there.

That's right, we're not going back.

- We look like a couple of Hoosiers.

- That's right, let's go.

Okay, let's go.

Coins in the pocket.

Coins in the pocket, that's good luck.

- That's good luck, don't you think?

- Right.

- Oh, God.

- It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

I can't go back there.

Nobody's going back.

It's gonna be just fine.

I gotta get some smokes, man,

I'm telling you.

Okay.

We'll get your smokes,

and then we'll go across.

You take care of me, Ned,

'cause I got to get across.

- Keep walking.

- I gotta get across.

Just keep walking.

Right with you.

Just want a pack of tailor-mades.

Yeah, right with you.

Bunch of damn nonsense.

All them damn priests in town

at the shrine.

Don't buy a damn thing...

but if they want something,

you'd better have it on hand.

- Thanks, Mrs. Harris.

- Thank you.

- Be with you gents in a second.

- We just want a pack of tailor-mades.

Mementos of the shrine...

postcards, key chains

of the Weeping Virgin.

Not a penny in it,

but they want it every year.

Priests and tourists,

put on that dumb show.

Two packages of oatmeal.

Set 'em down, will you?

Account's getting a bit long.

Well, I need it. Set 'em down.

I got a hungry kid. You'll catch me later.

What are you looking at?

Yeah, that's right.

- Special kind of smokes?

- Luckys will do.

That shrine, talking about it,

didn't mean to offend you.

Kind of probably put my foot in it...

and you're tourists,

come to see the shrine.

- Where are you folks from?

- Here and there.

Something I can interest you

in that case?

We ought to be about going now.

We ought to be about going now!

- You forgot your change.

- That's okay.

Sir, change. Let's see

if we can't spend it in your store.

Did you folks hear about the jailbreak?

No, can't say that we have.

Where did you say you're from?

Yes, sir, it seems

there were these three convicts...

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