Wedlock
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 101 min
- 123 Views
'Attention, please. The Theatre Of
Diamonds will be closing in five minutes.
'Please complete your transactions
and exit through the main doors.'
- What do you think?
- Did you boost that?
Of course not! I paid him the 12 grand.
You'd risk a job like this for a necklace?
- Come on, kids.
- Loosen up.
Over here.
Hey, guys. Next floor.
- One more up.
- Sorry.
Jeez, I'm sorry, man.
Ah!
Sorry. Sorry.
Hey, what the hell's going on?
Come on, man, what's your problem?
That's what they get paid for. Let's go.
Found the alarm.
Don't touch anything till I say so.
Damn! I said wait.
- I thought you said you found it.
- I didn't by-pass it yet. Idiot.
Relax, we got time.
Over here.
- Here you go.
- Right.
You're gonna be a rich bride.
Oh!
Jesus.
Oh! Frank!
These'll be worth
- Let's get out of here.
- Yes, sir!
Come on, come on!
- Come on.
- You should've been here.
- Where's your cap?
- Screw the cap, take this.
- We said no guns.
- Relax. We gotta look like real cops.
Keep it. Stay cool.
- You see 'em?
- They saw us and ducked back inside.
- How many?
- I don't know.
- Two.
- You two hit the roof, you three inside.
- Sir.
- Let's go. Let's go, let's go.
- Nice necklace.
- Er, yeah.
Our precinct won't let us
wear anything but chains.
That's too bad.
at the Manchester station.
Yeah...
There is no Manchester station.
- What the hell was that?
- I don't know.
Oh, no!
- Officer down!
- I'll meet you there!
- Where are they going?
- Stop!
F***.
Come on out
with your hands up.
Fire!
Go after him.
He's in a squad car. Go get him!
- Let's go!
- Hurry up!
'Car 129 pursuing suspect
in police uniform and squad car,
'driving east on Gasray Avenue.'
We're banged into a wall,
we can't pursue yet.
You want me to go after him when I can?
No. I have a few people here
who would like to meet him.
Let's get in position, guys.
He's coming out any second now.
Here he comes!
In position. Hold your ground.
All right. Here goes.
He's not stopping! Fire!
All right, move in.
- Watch him.
- Easy, easy.
- Where is he? What?
- There's nobody in there.
What the hell's going on?
He rigged the f***ing accelerator.
Goddamnit. Motherf***er son of a b*tch.
- Where the f*** is he?
- Start looking!
- Where the f*** have you been?
- Foolproof, huh?
No cops, no guns.
Real easy, in and out, no problem?
Were you out of your mind?
Setting off the alarm?
- We almost got killed.
- Come on.
- At least you made it, lover.
- Coulda been a funeral, not a wedding.
- Yeah, yeah. We gotta go.
- Yeah, I stopped by the...
Oh, by the way, Frankie,
I got some more bad news for you.
- The lady's with me.
- Come on, Sam, don't f*** with me.
Sorry, Frank.
You never were very smart.
He's making you say that, right?
Wrong.
No!
OK, blindfolds off.
Hey, hey, boy.
Step up. Move on up here.
Come on.
Move your sorry butts.
Get that smile off your face.
What do you think this is?
Get your sorry ass on that line.
Move it, fat ass! You, move!
Come on up here.
I don't get it.
A few guards, no fences. Mm-mm.
I don't know why
everybody's staying around.
Quiet, fuckfaces!
Attention!
Who does your hair, hm?
Oh...
What's a fetching female
like you doing here?
I don't know.
How many guesses do I get?
Well...
Morning. I'm Warden Holliday.
Welcome to Camp Holliday,
the new jewel of
maximum security institutions.
All of you are now participants
in a new penal experiment.
Demonstration.
No one has ever escaped. Why?
Because we've taken
the responsibility off of our shoulders
and placed it on your necks.
Our gift to each and every one of you.
It may not make the Cartier catalogue,
but it has a very real
and practical purpose.
Each collar is electronically linked
to another prisoner's collar.
If they're ever separated
by more than 100 yards...
We like to refer to it as wedlock.
So, why not find out who your wedlock
partner is and both of you run away?
Because nobody knows
The blue line around the perimeter of
the compound is the point of no return.
Stay within that blue line and you're
always 100 yards from everyone else.
Everywhere you eat, sleep and work
is within that blue line.
You cross it, well...
I think you get the picture.
So you see, ladies...
gentlemen... who needs fences?
Who needs guards?
We got the best ball and chain
in the world -
your ass.
Does it have to be so tight?
You'll get used to it.
Oh. I've seen slug wounds in my time
but how come you're still breathing?
Well, missed the lung,
missed the spine, missed the heart.
You're lucky.
- I guess.
- OK, you're live.
Remember, don't touch it,
don't even scratch it.
And if you try to remove it,
you and your wedlock partner... boom!
Rules. No women in the men's dorms,
no men in the women's dorms,
men and women only meet at work,
meals and magic hour.
Camp Holliday is a nonsmoking prison.
Anybody caught smoking
and they get a day in the floaters.
From this point on
you cease to have a name.
You will be referred to by your colour.
gets a day
in the floaters.
OK, listen up and remember your colours
cos I'm only gonna go through this once.
Cardinal, Amber, Lime...
Ivory.
I had a pair that's... That's funny.
Huh.
No joke.
Magenta!
You, over there.
Move!
You, right there.
You, over here.
Move it in. Come on, move it in.
You, go up there.
You, here.
Hi, I'm Teal.
Hi. Frank Warren.
Your name's Magenta, fuckface.
I hear anything else again,
it's the floaters.
Fine.
I'd like to bury an axe
in that a**hole's brain.
First you gotta find it.
What's that?
Bastards cut you off
after two and a half gallons a day.
Either gives you time for a sh*t,
a shave or a very short shower.
Hey, you. You.
Warden wants to see you. Come on.
That was one hell of a chase
you gave the police.
You almost got away. Too bad.
Just think, I would have missed all this.
Oh, it could be worse.
You could be in one of those old prisons
getting butt-slammed by Bubba.
Lucky for me I'm in a place
where they just blow your head off.
Well, that's a necessary insurance policy.
- I'd rather go down on Bubba.
- Afraid those days are over, chum.
It's a war out there now
and the battlefield's up here.
And I got a brand new weapon.
What? Exploding necklaces?
No.
Paranoia. We got you guys
watching each other like hawks.
You're prisoners and guards
at the same time.
- That's sadistic.
- Yeah. Lucrative, too.
If I'm able to pull this thing off,
I can franchise Camp Hollidays
across the country like taco stands.
You're not just a sadist,
you're a greedy sadist.
I understand how you feel.
I'd be pissed off if my fiancee
set me up and left me for dead.
- She got cold feet.
- But you got the last laugh.
They thought they'd get all the diamonds
but you were one step ahead.
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