All language subtitles for Against.the.Wall.1994.WEBRip.x264

Neil Armstrong:
Earth, the Eagle has landed.

All (chanting):
Krishna! Krishna!

My thanks to all of you,

and now it's on to Chicago,
and let's win this.

Thanks very much.

(cheering)

(gunshot)

(screaming)

Martin Luther King Jr.:
...we will be able
to speed up that day

when all of God's children,
black men and white men,

will be able to join hands

and sing in the words
of the old Negro spiritual...

(gunshot echoes)

..."Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty
we are free at last."

♪ ♪

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

Malcolm X:
...that the Negro
will be serving notice

that no longer does he believe
in turning the other cheek

and being the constant victim
of someone else's brutality.

We believe
that peace is at hand.

(bomb whistling)
We believe

that an agreement

is within sight.

♪ ♪

(all chanting)
Now! Bring them home!

Bring our brothers home!

Now! Bring them home...

(indistinct shouting)

(rapid gunfire)

(angry shouting)

Man: I heard
you were back, Michael.

Michael: Yes, sir,
Mr. McKearney, I am.

About the same length?
(laughs)

Take a little more off.

A buzz? A brush?

A number one?

How close
is the number one?

Oh, about there.

Tell you what,
how about just above
the collar,

and let me see my ears?

What are you doing
with yourself now?

Well, in about an hour,
I'm starting work
at the factory.

Going into
the family business.

Yes, sir, I guess I am.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(vehicle approaching)

Guard:
Name, please.

Yeah, Smith.
I'm starting work today.

First door to your left.
Thank you.

♪ ♪

Hup! Hup!

Hup, two, three, four!

Detail, halt!

Right, face!

About...

face!

Jackson.
Come on, let's go!

Get off the bus!
Off, come on! Come on.

Go right.
Follow him.

Come on,
come on.

(officer shouting
drill commands)

Well, well.

(guard laughs)

(shower running)

(sighs)

Guard:
Step forward.

Raise your arms.

Hands toward me.

Raise your palms.

Back at your sides.

Open your mouth.

Lift up your tongue.

Bring your head forward.

Turn your heads
to the left.

My left!

Other side.

Tip your head forward.

Shake out your hair.

Wise guy.

Lift up your balls.

Turn around.
Face the wall.

Lift up your right leg.

Wiggle your toes.

Lift up your left leg.

Wiggle your toes.

Bend over.

Bend over further.

Spread your cheeks.

(cough)

Command attitude.

Command attitude.

(grunts)

(baton clatters)

Ooh, go get 'em, tiger.

(both chuckle)

I've used mine twice
in five years.

About the same
number of times
I've used this.

(both laughing)

Hey.

Ken Fergus.
Mike Smith.

Nice to meet you.

Heard you just signed
your life away, Mikey.

Hey, Uncle Ed.

I volunteered this shift
to show you around.

Well, thanks.

Who the hell
did that to you?

That ain't a haircut,
that's assault with
a deadly weapon.

Come on, let's go.

Remember, we're all
doing time here, Tiger.

The only difference is,

we're doing ours
on the installment plan.

Guard:
Come on, come on, come on.
Pick it up. Let's go.

Hold it up.

On the gate.

I hear you're gonna be
a father.

Been talking
to my pop, huh?

Responsibility, Mikey.

(deep sigh)
That's what it's all about,
responsibility.

Yeah.

Yes, sir, Lieutenant.

Ten minutes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

(clears throat)
Got some film for me?

Play your cards right, I can
get a picture of you in that
little blue number, right?

(laughs)

Here you go.

Bishop.

Toes
on the line.

(camera shutter
clicks)

So, is this some kind
of a vacation thing for you

until something you really
want to do comes along?

No, Uncle Ed,
this is it.

I really want this to work.

I've been waiting to hear you
say that for a long time.

One thing, though.

In here, not so much
of that Uncle Ed stuff, okay?

Yeah, okay.

(door unlocks)

This is Times Square,
where everything
comes together.

A Block, B Block,
C Block, D Block.

Administration,
exercise yard,

armory, hospital,

morgue.

(chatter over P.A. system)

(bell rings)

Guard:
For all of yous
who just arrived,

here's a few rules of conduct

that might make your stay here

a little more pleasant,

and ours as well.

For instance,

this...

is not state-issued,

nor this,

nor this.

The laundry

will only launder

state-issued underwear.

Copy that?

We wash one shirt

and one pair of pants

per man, per week.

Plus, one set

of regulation underwear.

I repeat,

we do not launder

personal underwear

or socks.

Why?

Who said that?

Well, well...

Look who's here.

Some people
like us so much

they just
keep coming back.

What is your question?

What if the socks
are state-issued?

No socks

in any circumstances!

You wanna wash your socks,

buy yourself
a plastic bucket

from the commissary!

Why we got to do that?

Why?

Because that's how it is.

That's how we do it here.

Why is that
how you do it?

Because that's how
we've always done it!

Because

those are the regulations.

And we aren't about
to change them

for you!

Is that clear?

Is that crystal clear?

All right, back in line.

Back in line!

There is a door

at the end
of that corridor

and it leads
to an elevator

and the elevator leads
to the isolator units,

where we put people

who keep asking, "Why?"

And you don't wanna
go through that door,

I promise you,

because the isolator unit

is about the most unpleasant
place to be

in the United States

of America.

Understand?

Dig it?

Comprende? Savvy?

Capiche?

You've all been assigned
cell numbers.

Any questions,

ask Mr. Motormouth.

He knows the routine.

Yo! Yates!

Move 'em out!

And keep a special eye

on Mr. Motormouth!

(guard bangs on rail)
About face! Count off!

One.
Two.

Three...

The correctional service
is going to hell, Mikey,

and that's a fact.

Time was,
they knew their place,

and we got on
with our job.

But now...

they're watching
all that sex

and free love
and violence out there,

and they want some, too.

(scoffs)

There's a very bad element

getting into prison
these days.

...ready for showers, Levi?
Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Weisbad,
this is Hal Smith's son.

Michael, right?

Yes, sir.

Welcome aboard, Mike.

How's your dad
liking retirement?
Fishing good?

Ah, there's not
much fishing.

The bar keeps him
pretty busy.

You're gonna have to be
a pretty big man

to walk in Hal's sneakers.

I'll do my best.

Okay, Mike.

Here's your first
assignment.

Every resident here
is required

to take one shower
per week.

These are yours.

Go shower them.

Now?

Right now. Why not?

Uh, well,
I-I just got here.

I haven't gone through
the training program.
Mike.

This is the training program.

(indistinct chatter)

What are you gonna do
when you get out?

All right, men,

forward march.

Uh, let's go.

Come on, move it out.
Let's go.

Come on!

(snapping)

Come on, everybody.
Let's move it out, now.

Come on!

Problem?

Yeah, they won't move.

Oh, you gotta
use your stick.

'Cause there's no verbal
communication between
officers and inmates.

Those are Attica rules.

One for go, two for stop.

I'm Willis.

You're the new guy,
Smith, right?
Yeah.

Yeah, you'll get the hang
of this shit soon enough.

If you're warm-blooded
and you can sign your name
and you can add,

this is an easy eight,

and there's always overtime.

It hardly takes
a rocket scientist
to do this job.

What would you and me
be doing here, huh?

Yeah.
(chuckles)

Better get after
your crew, Smith.

They're probably
at the main gate
by now.

Thanks.

Hey! Hold it up!

Come on, stop!

Come on!

(panting):
Good.

All right.

Any of you guys
know how to get back
to your cell block?

♪ ♪

Hey, barkeep.

Gimme a drink.

You got I.D.?

Yeah,

that's me right there.

How about a whiskey,
and a beer,

and a dirty glass.

Oh, tough guy, huh?

Well, how about I do
a tap dance on your head
with that bat over there?

Show him what you got.

Hey, no problem.

Punks.

Hey, Pop.

Hi, son.

So, how'd it go?

First day, you know?

Yeah.

Woman:
Hal?
Yeah?

Be right back.

I wanna hear all about it.

Man, you look beat.

Ah, I tell ya,
it ain't like anything
I thought it would be.

Your old man had 25 years
in that place.

He never talked about it
when he came home.

So, what's the deal
in there?

Can we talk about
something else?

Sure.

Jess, look,

it's an easy eight,
and you don't have to be
a rocket scientist,

and you'll probably
get used to it...

in about 150 years.

(laughs)

So, um, you wanna
tell me about it?

I'll call you later,
Mike, all right?
Okay.

Thanks, Hal.

Ah, Pop,
I gotta be getting back.

It's, uh, quite a place,

the "factory," you know?

Yeah, it sure is.

Thanks for the drinks.

♪ ♪

(dog barking)

Oh, my God.

He's got ears.

You never told me.

You're gorgeous.

Mmm.

How long are we gonna be able
to keep doing this, huh?

Months and months.

Oh, you feel good.

So...

Day one?

Day one,
I just about organized

the biggest prison break

in the history
of the New York
penal system.

Ah, marching these 30 guys
out of the shower...

You know, what I need is
just about the longest shower

I ever took.

(acoustic guitar music playing)

Mm. Thanks.

You tell me about your day,
I'll tell you about mine.

You don't want
to know about it.

Oh, really?
Is that why I'm asking?

Well, it's a big,
noisy place,

and there's lots of bad guys
who don't want to be in there,
and that's about it.

Kodak is still
taking people on.

Sharon, we've been
through that.

You wanna be a prison guard
the rest of your life?

Corrections officer.

Honey,

is that what
you want to do with
the rest of your life?

Nothing much else
worked out, did it?

Yo, Captain.

Got a little problem
here, sir.

(whispers) You're not
supposed to talk to me,
I'm not supposed to talk to you.

You know that.
Yeah, but I got this
situation, sir.

You got a problem,
you take it up on
Lieutentant's rounds.

Hey, my toilet bowl's
clogged up, sir.

I'm in here
23-hours-a-day.

I gotta do something
about this.

Oh. Yeah, okay.

I didn't hear you.

I missed my shower.

No, you say you wish to report

a hygiene-deficiency
situation.

I wish to report a--

I can't hear you.

I wish to report
a hygiene-deficiency
situation.

Occasioned by.
By the fact I was in
the goddamn metal shop--

You gotta say,
"occasioned by."

I wish to report
a hygiene-deficiency
situation

occasioned by the fact--
What is it?

Got a problem on 31,
his toilet's backing up.

I walk this tier, son,
there's nothing wrong here.

Nobody's got
a legitimate bitch
unless I say so.

(inmate reading aloud)
Uh, it smells pretty bad.

What we have here
is an inmate trying to jerk
a new officer around,

that's all.

(baton clanks)
Yo, 31!

Waste any more
of my officer's time,

you ass is gonna
get clamped, big time!

(inmates shouting)

They do it on purpose.
They stuff their shirts
in the can.

(inmate shouting)

Michael:
Why would he do that?

Because they're them
and we're us.

Because their job
is to piss us around,

and our job is not
to let them do that.

Don't be getting into
a debating club

with the inmates, son.

Sarge, it's backing up
all over his floor, sir.

You don't wanna
be worrying about him.

You know what he's
in here for, don't you?

No. I don't wanna know.
(shouting angrily)

I just wanna do my job.

I can't see how knowing
what he's in here for

is gonna make a difference.

♪ ♪

Man (over P.A. system):
C Wing, report to shower,
walk by company.

The following inmates,
report to your tier captain
for work assignments:

Gutierrez, Nelson, Martinez...

(bell rings)

(P.A. chatter continues)

Weisbad:
Smith!

Smith?

You fill out this job slip
for a blocked drain on C Block?

Yes, sir.

Officer Yates says
he told you no action
need be taken.

Mr. Ramirez's toilet
was backing up all over--

Mr. Ramirez?

You got a little
bleeding-heart thing
going on here, Smith?

No, sir, just trying
to do my job.

You haven't been here
long enough, son,

to know what
your job is yet.

I am negatively impressed
by this attitude.

Do you like
this attitude?

This is not
a good attitude.

You telling us
how to walk a tier?

No, sir.
Good.

Now let's go see
if your heart's
in the right place

and how heavy
your balls hang.

Weisbad:
Left, left,

left, two, three, four.

Bishop!

On the floor!

(sighs)

Crack 24.

(lock clanks)

You got some
out-of-cell time, Mohammad.

Smith, cuff him.

Belt.

(Michael clears throat)

Weisbad:
Handcuffs.

Ankles.

Chain.

(chain rattles)

Meet Billy Bishop
from New York City.

Jamaal X, political prisoner
of the white devils.

Freedom fighter,
member of the black resistance,

the liberation.

The only thing
you ever liberated, Bishop,
was your own mother's fanny

when you put her on the street
to pay for your habit.

Yeah, come on, come on.
Don't be a pantywaist.

Try it, huh?

Come on.

(exhales deeply)

Here we go again,

another petition.

Request denied.

The rules on what
the prison laundry

will accept
and what they won't
are quite clear.

How about our other demands?

Demands?

I need to know
your response

to the Attica
Liberation Movement's

demands
for better treatment.

You do not make demands.

And you do not circulate
petitions inside this facility.

And from now on,

you will not hold meetings
in the yard.

And you will not wear
a uniform.

Gray pants and white shirts
are prison-issue.

Superintendent:
Not how you militants
and troublemakers wear them.

We press our pants
and change our shirts
when we can.

Now, you people are turning
into a problem again,
my friend.

Well, how are you gonna
deal with the problem,
Mr. Superintendent?

Keep us on the move
inside the system?

Should you continue
with your subversive

and disruptive activities,

you will be subject
to immediate transfer
to another prison.

The effect will not be unlike
that of having your nuts

caught in a revolving door.

We demand better food.

We demand better
medical facilities.

We demand
an end to censorship

of inmate-attorney
correspondence.

We demand the right
to worship how we please.

We demand a rehab system
that works.

We demand
Spanish-speaking officers

for our Latino brothers.

"Latino brothers."

My staff spends half their time

keeping you
and the Puerto Ricans
from killing each other.

(laughs)

Our solidarity scares you
chain-'em-to-the-floor
motherfuckers,

don't it?

You like us
at each other's throats,

makes us easier to control.

Is that it for today?

You got anything else,
anything new?

You running out of time,
Mr. Superintendent.

This is Attica.

We're not gonna blink.

(scoffs)

Ten... hut!

(chattering)

Hup! Hup! Hup!

Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!

Slow down!
Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!

(panting)

Smith?

(chains rattle)

Smith?

Now tell him to drop 'em.

Go on.

Drop 'em.

Now tell him
to spread them.

Tell him to spread 'em
real wide.

So wide we can see
the sun coming up.

Do you have a problem
with this, Officer Smith?

Are your panties too tight?

Spead 'em.

Tell him wider.

Wider!

And again.

Wider!

You got a girlfriend, man?

You got a family?

You tell 'em you look up
people's asses all day?

Turn around!

Sergeant Yates tells me
you got a problem

knowing what these men
are in here for.

Maybe that's because
as long as you can
tell yourself

they're just men
and not inmates,

you can also kid yourself
into believing

you're not a guard.

I said turn around!

(prisoners shouting)

You're wearing
the blue now, son,

and that makes you
one of us,

and there is no way
around that.

(shouting continues)

(screaming)

(grunting)

Mace him!

In his eyes!
In his eyes!

(screaming)

Again!
Again!

(screaming)

Okay, okay,
get him out of here!

Get him out of here!

(panting)

You did good, son.

Lose one cell
and we lose a tier.

Lose the tiers,

and we've lost the yards.

Lose the yards,

we've lost the prisons.

Lose them,

and we've lost America.

Understand?

We've got a civil war
going on in this country, son.

This is where
we're gonna hold the line.

Got it now?

(harmonizing)
♪ I'm in love with you... ♪

(laughing)

♪ Let me hear you whisper ♪

♪ That you love me, too ♪

♪ Keep the love light burning ♪

♪ In your eyes so blue ♪

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love ♪

♪ With you ♪

(laughs)
Yes.

(laughing)

(indistinct)

(all cheering)

He ain't bad, huh?

Pretty good, Mike, huh?

(laughs) He's got
a pretty good voice.

So how-- how's he doing?

Well, I don't think
Sinatra's worried,

but we can always use
another baritone.

No, I don't mean that.
I mean, how's he doing
on the job?

He's got shoulders,
he's got...

balls,

and he's learning
the right attitude.

He's gonna be great.

He lost his cherry.

(laughs)

Here, give me
another one, Ed.

(laughing)

Hey, barkeep.

Line me up.
I'm ready to go.

Michael?

Michael, Michael, Michael.
Come here.

Now, you've been
hitting it pretty hard.

Don't you think you ought
to ease up just a little bit?

No, Pop. This job,
you work up a thirst.

You should know.

All right, I'm want
to tell you one thing.

I'm gonna ask you
in a nice way.
Don't embarrass me

or Sharon in here,
all right?

Mm.

(Sharon sighs)

Oh, honey,
how you doing?

You having a good time?
How's the little guy doing?

Cut it out, Michael.

What does that mean,
you lost your cherry?

It means there was some trouble
on one of the tiers today
and I got involved.

Got involved how?

I maced a PR.

He was struggling,
and I was there
and I did it,

and it's what
I get paid for, so.

You maced a "PR"?

A Puerto Rican.

Look, you don't
have to know about this--

Michael, I don't know
about what you do

and that's not
good enough for me.

That is not me,
I didn't grow up here.

I didn't grow up
expecting to be

the wife
of a prison guard.

That's too bad,
isn't it?

You know something,
it is too bad.

Sharon!

Hey, Sharon!

Hey! Where are you going?

Home.
Hey...

This is upstate New York.

We hunt, we fish,
we drink, and we lock people up
for the rest of the state.

That's what we do.
You're changing.

They're doing
something to you.

I'm not changing.
This isn't another job.

I put my life
in those guys' hands
every day.

And you don't talk about it,
not to your wives, especially
not to your wives.

I don't want
to bring this home--

They are taking you
away from me and I
want you back.

Don't you give up
on this marriage.

I'm not giving up
on this marriage.
I am making money!

I am working for you
and for him!

If you weren't having
this baby, we wouldn't
be having this discussion.

But that's not
the way it is, is it?

I just don't want to talk
about it now, Sharon.

(men harmonizing)

Don't--

♪ ...and I love you... ♪

(laughing, singing)

(knocking)

Lookit here.

Contraband.

I got a bad gut.

I can't eat that shit
in the chow hall.

You have an illegal
device there.

Now, why does the commissary
sell cans of soup,

if you can't heat the shit up?

I guess that's one
of the mysteries

of the penal system,
my friend.

You gonna walk to the hole

or are we gonna
have to carry you?

Fuck you!

(groaning)

I'll brand your ass,
motherfucker!

So hot! I want hot soup!

Hot soup! Hot soup!

You got it, motherfucker?

Hot soup!

My fucking stomach
is telling me,

hot soup! Hot soup!

Yeah, bring your
fucking ass over here!

(shouting continues)
Open my motherfucking cell!

Leave my man alone!

(inmates clamoring)

Come over here, huh? Huh!
Bring your ass here!

Watch your asses
in here today, gentlemen.

Some clown tried to brain
Officer Yates

with a can of soup.

When we tried to grab
the perp in the yard,

we damn near had
a riot on our hands.

Ed Smith is gonna lift him
on his way out of chow hall

with a snatch team.

First sign of any trouble,
we'll go to general lockdown.

So stay cocked, locked,

and ready to rock.

Question, Lieutenant.

What kind of soup?

Tomato, condensed.

Is that important, Fergus?

Details.

I like details.

Right.

So, what do we do
if there's any trouble?

The procedure
is cover your balls
and run for the walls.

That's it?

Don't you get it yet?

We don't run this joint,
they do.

We feed 'em, water 'em,
make sure the roof don't leak.

Any time they want
to take this place over...

I reckon we got 30 seconds
to hit the street.

You told Willis
what's going down?

No, no. Hell no.

I thought you did.

Jesus, the Attica Follies.

Let's go. Willis doesn't
have a clue what's going on.

♪ ♪

(bell rings)

-They here.
-Shit!

(telephone ringing)

It's him.

(ringing continues)

Cecil:
Say, Willis.
Open the fucking gate.

What's happening,
White Monkeyman?

Miss my shower,
I'll be mad as
ten motherfuckers!

Guard:
Move to the right.
Come on!

Chaka:
Oh, shit.

(bones crack)

You motherfucker!
I said no! No!

No, no, no!

Y'all stop this!
No, no!

(angry shouting)

Shit.

(alarm blaring)

(grunts)

(clamoring)

Take this motherfucker!

Hot soup, motherfucker!

Hot soup!

(screams)

(alarm blaring)

LRack him! Rack him!

Rack him!

Yeah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Prisoner: Come on,
kick his ass, baby!

Yeah, man, get the keys!
Get the keys!

We got 40,000 Zulus
coming down the corridor!
They're coming right for you!

Bring them pigs!
Bring them pigs!

Bring 'em all!
(clamoring)

(machinery whirring loudly)

(loud whirring continues)

(alarm muffled by machinery)

(shouting)

(pounding on door)

(telephone ringing)

Sir, we have an inmate
control problem here.

Officers are down.

Request permission
to issue firearms.

Affirmative.

Is this it, William?
The big one?

Negative.
We have it contained.

Armorer! Weisbad.

(clamoring)

We're taking over!

Kill the fucking pig!

(indistinct shouting)

(chanting)

Move! Move! Move!

Move! Move!

Get me the fuck
out of here! Fuck you!

(all shouting)

Go! Go!

Go, Go!

Aah!

Get the fucking keys!

Keys!

Come on! Come on!

(inmates coughing)

(loud whirring)

Get that motherfucker!

Get him! Get him!

Come on in and get him!
Get him!

Cecil, get me the fucking pig!

Get him! Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Let me out right now!

Time to get even!

Come on, what's going on?

Yeah!

Yeah!

You free today, baby!

I got the keys!

Today, we're taking over, baby!

Oh!

We even gonna free
white boys today!

(howls) Yeah, baby!

♪ ♪

(speaking Spanish)

Ahora!

Guard (over P.A.):
This is a red alert!
This is not a drill!

I repeat, this is not a drill!

(siren blaring)

We going in! Let's go!

Get out of here!
Come on, baby!

Get out your cell!

Get out your d--
Get out your damn cells!

(muttering)

Must be Scorpio.

Back it up!

(shouting)

(grunting)

Hey, asshole!

Damn!

Get back! Get back!
Hold your ground!

Hold your ground!

Get somebody out there!
Secure the yard!

Secure the yard!

Aah!

(angry shouting)

(water whooshes)

(punches landing)

(alarm blaring)

Come on men,
we're getting out!

Come on!

Yes!

Don't move, punk.
Don't move.

You wired me to death!

Now, stand up there.
Stand up! Be a man!

You wired me, you squealing
motherfucker.

(groaning)

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

Uh-huh! Yes!

Yes!

Fall!

Get the fuck down!

Let it burn!

(alarm blaring)

Hold on, man.
Turn that shit off.

Turn that fucking
machine off!

What's going on?

What the fuck is this?
Hey, look out the window.

They got guns!

Oh, damn!

Riot!

It's going down.

Mr. Smith,
what the fuck is going on?

Fuck, man!

(clamoring)

Metal worker:
Let 'em in!
Let 'em in!

Come on, open up!
Get the keys, man!

Don't do it, man.
School's out.

Give me the keys.
Give me the fucking keys!

Get the keys!
Open the door!

(grunts)

(punches landing)

I'll get him! Leave him to me!

I've got him! I've got him!

Go on! Go on! I got him!

Stay down! Just stay down!

Keep your head down!

Come out of the cell,
puto maricón!

(sighs)

I'm finishing a chart, hm?

Oh, yeah?
Well, I'm gonna
finish your ass

if you don't come out
of that cell, Chichis!

(glass shatters)

My books!

Shit!

Greasy spic!

(explosion)

♪ ♪

Get out! Get out!

Guard:
Everybody out!

Open it! Open it!

Open the door, Mr. Yates!

Open the door, Mr. Yates!

Mr. Yates!

Mr. Yates!

(Fergus screaming)

Do it, do it!

Do it, do it!

Fuck 'em up!
Do it, do it!

(angry shouting)

I want you guys
to keep your heads!

We gotta organize.
You get everybody out of here,

get 'em in the yard,
meet me at the door

in one minute!
Be back here!

(coughing)

(coughs)

(shouting)

(gasps)

Woman:
How close are they?

Are they
in the metal shop?

Neil's in there!

We've got to go, sir.

We've got to go now.

They've taken D Block.
I don't know if we can
hold the rest.

(shouting)

Fuck 'em up!
Fuck 'em up!

Fuck 'em up!

Fuck 'em up!

Fuck 'em up!

Fuck 'em up!

Fuck 'em up!

Fuck 'em up!

Fuck 'em up!

Jamaal:
Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Get off! Get off!

Yo, look,
we gotta stop this shit!

What the fuck
is your problem?

We need these pigs.

Not me.

What else we got
to negotiate with?

Are the walls secure?

Is this thing contained yet?

It's being
contained, sir.

We've stopped them
at the gate.

Sound the powerhouse whistle.

(whistle bellowing)

(bellowing continuing)

(whistle bellowing)

(bellowing continuing)

We got it.

We got the prison.

(shouting, cheering)

We lost it.

We lost Attica.

Damn, man, I only had
two more weeks, man.

What was I supposed to do?

Some greedy motherfuckers.

Stop eating!

Get the shit
over there to the kitchen.

We got to share!

(inmates cheering)

(machine whirring)

C, you gotta
get the gas from the fire.
Bring it over there.

(whistling, cheering)

♪ ♪

Inmate:
Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

As-salaamu alaikum,
my brother.

Waalaikumsalam.

Brother, I think
you need to get over here.
This guy's bad off.

Take a look
at Officer Willis.

He got piped real bad.

They busted him up
really good.

Yeah!

♪ ♪

Let's go, we gotta
talk to the Man.

(groaning)

Superintendent:
We want our men out!

Come and get 'em!

Give us one!

Just one!

We'll give you food, water,

medical supplies.

We'll give you one.

That's all you get.

(electricity crackles)

They ain't coming in.

The Man just blinked.

Hey.

Hey.

You know where
you are, man?

Huh?

You're in Athens.

Athens, Greece.

3,000 years ago.

The birthplace
of democracy.

Every few years,
all rays converge,

and the planet gets
another chance.

I used to think
it was Woodstock.

It's here, man.

It's Attica.

Is that so?

You-- you ever heard
of Spartacus?

Huh?

This is it.

This is one of the great
slave revolts.

Nothing's gonna be
the same after this.

(moans)

Do you want me
to stitch that up?

It's okay.

You sure?

(scoffs)

Oh...

Ed:
They took the yard.

The son-of-a-bitches
took the yard.

Are you okay, Ed?

I'm a hurting unit, Mikey.
That's a fact.

You the ones wearing
prison blues now,

you understand?

Now we the Man.

You keep your mouth talking,

and you leave here like him.

Let's go, make a move.
Get him out, let's go.

Let's go.

Look at his head.

Look at his head.
Cover his face.

Is he dead?

You shut your mouth!

Or I'll hang you upside down,

and I'll cut your throat
and empty you out

like a hog.

Ed...

what happened
to your pants?

Shut up, Michael.

We don't get a vote?

We don't get a say-so?

(sighs)
You want him
to die in here?

Let me see the hand
of every man wants him
to die in here.

(police sirens blaring)

Captain:
A Company! Double time! Move!

(speaking foreign language)

(man shouting orders)

On the double! Let's go!

Platoons to west wall!
Double time, move!

E Company,
lock and load!

(chatter over P.A. System)

Jess. Jess!

Hold it, lady.

It's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.

I-I checked
all the hospitals,
he's not there.

Nobody in the Corrections
Department will tell me
anything. He's still in there!

Yeah, not for long.
Are you going in?

Yeah, any minute now.
We're just waiting
on the word.

Report just in:

a group of armed,
Black Power revolutionaries
just grabbed a bus in New York.

They're headed this way.

In a bus?
I want you to go
find them.

Wait a sec--
They shoot their way in
and join those rioters,

we got a revolution
on our hands.

Listen, Sarge,
my best buddy's in there.

Get moving!
That's an order!

Yes, sir.
There's another poor
son of a bitch

they just tossed
head-first through a window.

Sharon!
Wait a minute, lady!

Please, get back!

We have to keep
this area clear...

It's my husband!

I'm so sorry.
Oh, my God!

We gotta clear, here.
We gotta get him
in the ambulance.

Mrs. Willis:
Look at his head!

Somebody help him!

(reporters clamoring)

Quiet down!

Governor Rockefeller--

Governor Rockefeller
is in minute-by-minute contact

with the authorities
on the ground.

(reporters shouting)
Just quiet down!

He wants this situation
resolved,

so that we can continue
with the work we've begun

in reforming
the prison system.

Now the-- the greatest
tragedy would be

that if this incident

pushed back the clock

on our joint effort
to do that.

Take it back!
That's all for now!

We have a very serious
situation here

that requires our
immediate attention.

Just make a path.

All right, we're ready
to go in, Commissioner.

Now, the perimeter is secured.

We know where most
of the hostages are.

Listen...

I'm relieving you
of operational command,
Superintendent.

Stand your men down.

Stand them down?
Yes.

The procedure is to go in,
hard and fast,

take out their ringleaders,
evacuate our personnel.

We're not doing this
your way.

Look, my way
is the book way,

and the book says
we do it this way

or we put every officer
in every prison in danger.

The governor has agreed
to let me try another way.

Now, his instinct
is to go in now,

but I convinced him
that we could do this
without bloodshed,

without further harm
to your men.

Your way doesn't work,
does it?

If it did, we wouldn't
be here, would we?

(inmates chanting)
Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica, Attica!
All or nothing!

(cheering, whistling)

Yeah!

Brothers!

Any man...

Any man here
who has something to say,

you're gonna get
your chance to say it.

(cheering)

We've got people here

who are gonna listen to you.

And they are gonna
take your demands

all the way up the line!

Yes!

Sit down!

Get down. Sit down!

Sit!

Sit!

Now, you the niggers now!

You white boys
are gonna find out
what is feels like

to have the complexion
for the connection.

Only this time,
the shit be flying
in the right direction.

I'd smoke your ass right now.

But while we're negotiating--

Sit down!

(groans)

I need your ass.

Bullshit!

The Department
doesn't negotiate,

that's policy.

This man
is Mr. William Kunstler.

He's our man!

(cheering)

Well, it looks like to me,

they're negotiating.

Here's a list
of our demands.

Provide adequate food,
water, and shelter

for all inmates.

Chow time!
Here you go.

Chow time, baby.

Oh! Chow time.

Now, tell me,
anybody need a shower?

Raise your hand
if you need a shower.

(chuckles)

Too bad, this is Attica.
You got to wait a week.

(laughing)

You ain't got no pants,
sissy sort.

You gonna get your little
pink willie frostbit.

You want some pants?

Screw you.

Well...

well, what we have here,

we got some pants!

Why, they just your size,

big and dumb.

What you say?

Yeah, sure.

Gimme the pants.

Yeah, well, this being Attica,
it ain't so simple, see?

See, when you put in a request,

you got to do it
by Attica rules.

You got to say something like,
"Negatively impacted--"

Just give me the pants.

Uhn-uh!

You'll say,

"Negatively impacted as I am,

through a shortfall of covering
to my little pink willie--"

I ain't saying that!

"I humbly and respectfully

"request a pair of pants,

Mr. Cecil, sir!"

(snorts)

I humbly--
I can't hear you.

I humbly--

I said,
I can't hear you!

I humbly and respectfully...

request a pair of pants,

Mr. Cecil, sir.

(laughs)

Now, what about
your little pink willie?

(inmates laughing)

I do not want my pink willie
frostbitten.

I don't blame you.

It ain't much,
but it's yours, right?

(laughing)

Put the pants on.

Hey, we just having
some fun, Chaka.

They getting ready
to have some fun, too.

Kunstler:
You are not alone.

The world...

is watching.

(cheering)

We have assurances

from Governor Rockefeller...

that there will be
no force used

to retake the prison

while negotiations continue.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah right.

Pa'lante!
Power to the people!

(cheering)

"Pa'lante."

Whatever that shit means.

Kunstler:
...not a prison riot,
this is a shout of protest,

a cry...

against the prisoners
of justice!

All right,
I want you to report

exactly what you see
in here, all right?

(Kunstler continues over P.A.)
It is not just you
who are in jail,

but the entire society
is imprisoned...

This what the well-dressed
hostages wearing this year?

You want some shoes, man?

I don't want 'em, no.

Michael.

You some kind
of hippie pig?

It's all right to ask
for shoes, man.

You're the new guy,
right?

It's okay
to ask for shoes.
Tell him, it's okay.

Ask for the shoes, Mike.

Do it, Michael.

I'm not asking for shoes.

Stop the camera.

Turn it off.

Look...

you gonna be here
until we get what we want.

You got an attitude problem?

I don't have an attitude.

Correction,

you do have an attitude.

What you don't have
is something on your feet.

You got
one last chance

to ask for shoes.

I'm not asking.

Then you ain't getting 'em.

Y'all come with me.
I got something to show you
over here.

You should have taken
the shoes, Michael.

And why didn't you?

Look,

they're just
fooling with us, see?

I mean, you gotta--
you gotta put yourself
in their situation.

No.

It's not right.

♪ ♪

(phone ringing)

Hey, any news?

No bus load
of armed revolutionaries
I could find, sir.

Okay, I got something else
for you, something important.

Thank you, Governor.

Superindendent:
How long we expected
to keep on talking?

We'll stay here
as long as it takes.

They have no heating
in their cells.

The parole rate is half that
of any other institution
in the state,

and why...

why aren't they
allowed to have

more than one roll
of toilet paper every
eight weeks?

Why only one shower a week?

No wonder you had
an uprising here.

This is a prison riot.

It's not an uprising

or a revolution
or a negotiation.

A riot is all those
armed men outside
the walls,

waiting for revenge.

Nobody is going to
take revenge.

There are going to be
no reprisals.

Why aren't
Spanish-speaking inmates

allowed to send
or receive mail?

They're allowed as much mail
as anybody else.

My problem is I don't have
any Spanish-speaking officer
to censor it.

So, they can write letters,
they just can't mail them?

And-- and--
and their relatives

can send them
as much mail as they like,

it's just that you don't
deliver them?

Has anything changed
in the prison system?
Is anything going to change?

Write this down.

Five bear claws...

three cinnamon twists...

six hot dogs,
with everything...

Superintendent:
I'm asking you to think
again, Commissioner.

You did it your way,
now do it the book way.

One way or another,
we're gonna have to
go in there.

We're gonna have to
go over the wall.

The longer we delay,
the more dangerous
it's going to be.

They got barricades,
gas bombs.

They got a guy building
a-a-a rocket launcher
or something.

I'm going to negotiate this

all the way.

It's my officers' lives

you're negotiating,
goddamn it!

Shit house call!

Shit house call.

Jojo, get them up.

Come on!
Get up!

Jojo!

Get back, get back!
Let's go!

Come on, let's go!
Let's go!

Let's go!
Line 'em up!

Line 'em up!

Lay off him!
Lay off him!

No, no, no, no, no,
you don't want him.

Lay off of him,
I mean that.

You don't want
none of him.

(chatter)

Look, they got
the Lieutenant.

Look what we found,
thanks to the geniuses
on your side.

Pigs gave us a list
of all the piglets
unaccounted for.

His name's on the list.

We went looking.
Found his dumb ass

hiding under a bench
in the metal shop.

Have any of you men
been injured?

They've all been
treated fairly,
just as you'll be.

Nobody's been chained,

and nobody's been made
to spread 'em.

Come on,
you're next.

No.

Come on, man,
take a dump.

That's okay.

Take a leak.
Nah, I ain't going.
Not here.

You're gonna tear
your insides all up.

What's the problem here?

This man don't like
the facilities.

Look, you guys better
straighten him out
or we will.

Okay, what's
gotten into you now?

You try to act like a hero,
you make us look bad.

I'm not trying
to be a hero, Ed.

Lieutenant,
will you tell him he's gotta
use the can sometime?

He's making 'em mad.

You heard your uncle,
get on the pot.

That's an order.

All right, you had
your chance. Let's go.

Let's go! Everybody,
move it out! Let's go!

Let's go!
Get 'em out of here!

Prisoner:
Line 'em up! Let's get
this crowd back here.

Come on, come on, come on,
get out of here!

Get out of here!
Move it!

Ah!

Why aren't you
wearing shoes?

Is it because
they took the pants?
Is that what's going on?

It's just me!

Where are his shoes?

Move it! Sit down!
Sit down!

Sit down!

I gave my life
to this department.

I trusted those
son of a bitches.

They always told me,
if anything happens,

we go in, we don't talk,

and we don't make deals!

Well, they betrayed us, damn it!

The lousy, rotten,
son of a bitch and bastards!

Shitcan that kind of talk!

They're giving the orders now,

but we have a code
of honor here!

Get some shoes on your feet!

I don't have shoes
because I won't
beg for them.

Take some pride
in yourself, son!

For morale purposes,
how you look is very--

How I look?

What are we,
a bunch of civilians?
I gave you an order.

Get some shoes
on your feet!
I don't want shoes!

I gave you an order!

Michael,

why don't you just
think about

what your dad would be doing
if he were here.

He'd be thinking for himself,
that's what he'd be doing.

Michael...

If I have to suck the cock

of every man on this yard
to get out of here,

I'll do it.

And I won't give
a thought about it
when I get out.

Nobody's gonna have to
suck anybody's cock!

What happened
to self-respect here?

Pride in yourself?
Pride in your unit?

Nothing we do here
says anything one way
or the other about us.

Ha!

What the hell is he
talking about?

It's not about proving things.

Then what is it about?

God damn you!

(sobbing)

Fucker!

Fucker!

Let him go! Let him go!
He's one of us!

Let him go!

(grunts)

Get up!

(hysterical groaning)

Hey, that's the third time
he tried that on somebody,

this dude is out of control.

I'll deal with it.

You can't have him
in the yard, man.

Shut up!

You can't have him
in general population.

I said I'd take care of it.

Let him go.

(moaning)

Shh!

(moans)

Weisbad:
You think he's got an angle?
What's going on?

An angle?

Make them
so pissed off with him,
they'll let him go.

(chuckles)

Knew a guy in 'Nam once,

tied his pecker to a doorknob,

sprained it so bad,
he was on the next plane home.

(laughing)

If I don't get out of here
because somebody
wants to be a hero...

I'm gonna be one son of a bitch
hard-to-please corpse,
I'll tell you.

Either he pulls with us,

or we cut him loose.

You know,

maybe that rookie took
a bigger bang upside his head.

Yeah, something wrong
with him, that's for sure.

I say we take care of him.

You know, quiet.

Take him back to one
of the cell blocks.

Jamaal:
Look, he ain't
that big a problem.

Hey, man, say he get
in a brother's face

and a brother cut him,
then all this shit'll go down.

They just waiting
for something like that.

Then nobody gets out of here.

Shit, C,

you ain't figured
this shit out yet?

Nobody gets out of here.

It can't be.

It never could be.

Let me talk to him.

What's your name, man?

What?

What's your name?

Michael Smith.

Look, Smith,

used to be a sissy
on D Block,

liked to take it
in the mouth and the ass
at the same time.

Is that your problem, hm?

You want us on your case
and your buddies, too?

You looking to piss
everybody off?

I'm not trying
to piss anybody off.

What you need to be
trying to do is go along,
you understand?

You're Bishop, right?

Mm-mm. No.
That ain't my name.

Yeah, you're sure
a good example of going along.

You trying
to get killed, man?

Is that what you
looking to do?

I want out of here.

Now, you can kill me,
you can take my life,

but when you've
done that to me,
that's all you can do.

I got nothing left to lose.

So why don't you
leave me alone

unless you're gonna tell me
I'm getting out of here,

'cause I got nothing more
to say to you.

(chatter over TV)

Hey, Hal.

How's it going, Sharon?

I've had better days,
that's for sure.

How's that baby?

Handling it better
than any of us.

(laughs)

So, have you
heard anything?

Anybody said anything
about when you're going in?

They're still talking
as far as I know.

Ah, I think it's gonna
be okay.

They've got a contingency plan
for these kind of things.

He's gonna be all right.

Oh, that's nice to know.

Was there a contingency plan
for losing the prison
in two minutes flat?

Now, what's that
supposed to mean?

You know exactly
what that means.

Now, you listen to me.

Maybe we've got
a generational difference here,

but I tend not to believe
that every man in prison

is a miscarriage of justice,

and the guys
keeping him in there
are the bad guys.

You know something, Hal,
I don't know about the good guys
and the bad guys,

I just know I have
a husband in there.

Well, your husband in my son,

and I got a brother in there.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's all right.

You heard about
what's going on
in there?

Heard a lot
of bullshit talked,
I know that much.

This isn't bullshit,
my friend.

Do you know something?
Don't listen to him.

What do you know?
Maybe I do
and maybe I don't.

What I say is they got
no business negotiating.

We ought to be going
back in there with a bullet
for everybody in the yard.

Oh, is that right?

We do it now
or we do it later.

Later ain't gonna be
no use! Am I right, Hal?

No, wait-- wait--
wait a minute, Frank.

We got a lot
of angry guys in there,

Black Muslims,
Panthers, Young Lords,

besides your average
antisocial--

So we gotta go in, right?
Clean their clocks!

Know what, Yates,

if Mikey and those guys
don't get out of there
in one piece,

it's gonna be because
of loud mouths like you.

You got a bad conscience
because you didn't go in
straight away!

You got a bad conscience
because you don't know how
to run your prison!

Both of you, sit down!

Sit down, Frank,
or you're both out of here.

This is my bar.

We got war going on
here already.

Yates:
He's out of line!

You tell him.
Come on, help me here.

You're both out of line, Frank.

Just settle down, all right?

I guarantee you one thing,

I'm gonna be there
the minute we take
the prison back.

They've had their say,
now I'm gonna have mine.

Whatever they've done
to Michael and our boys,

they've got a payback
coming, am I right?

Would you shut up!

Maybe they haven't
done anything yet!

Hal:
Frank, they don't
have any proof!

Ah, for Christ's sake!

They got photos of some
of the fucking hostages

strung up, with their
fucking cocks cut off,

and stuffed in their
fucking mouths!

They've been killing one of 'em
every couple of hours!

You asshole!

You wanna step outside
and call me a fucking asshole?

Jess! Jess!

Oswald's going
into the yard!

Jess, let's go!

(water dripping)

(electricity crackles)

♪ ♪

Inmate:
There he is!

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Oswald:
We agreed on 28
of your demands.

Everything from a ban
on censorship of mail,

to Spanish-language
television programs.

But we can't go forward
on anything else,

until we get something back.

We get some of those men
out of here.

Jamaal:
What about a guarantee
against reprisals?

You've got a court order

barring the prison
administration

from taking any such action.

Bullshit,
a court order.

It ain't nothing
but a piece of paper.

Now, how's that gonna stop
one of Mancusi's gorillas

from putting his gas-gun
up my ass?

Now, what the fuck
about amnesty?

(clamoring)

Offenses connected
with the takeover

will have to be investigated.

Jamaal:
So, no amnesty?

I can't guarantee it.

What about the governor?
Can't he guarantee it?

He has the power, yes.

But is he gonna use it?

Oh, man, they've been
jiving us all along.

They've just been waiting
for us to crack,

then they gonna walk in here
and start breaking heads.

We gotta string
a few of those up!

We gotta show 'em
we mean business!

We want a plane
to take us to Africa,

and we want it now!

Africa? Hell, man,
I'm from Washington Heights.

I'd fight any man
who'd try to put me
on a plane to Africa.

You know who scares me
the most, Mr. Oswald?

It's not these guys.

I can live with them,
I got no problem here.

It's those gorillas up there!

(all shouting)

Oswald:
I've bent,

and I've bent,
and I've bent.

I can't bend any more.

It's in your hands now.

Give me one hostage,

just one.

Hey, listen up,

and let a real man speak.

Here.

I'm 55 years old.

I got one son in here,

two more in federal prisons.

I've had nine grandchildren,

three shot by police.

Come on,
teach on, teach on.
Put it up there.

The freedom bell rang
four days ago.

But I've bent my back
over this broom for so long,

until I didn't know no better
than to keep ahold of it.

Cecil:
Mm! Teach on that broom!

Teach on that broom!
Come on!

If they won't let you live
like men,

you can sure as hell
die like men.

(cheering)

When you gonna
do something about the lies,
Mr. Commissioner?

I mean,
we didn't push no Willis

out a 6th-floor window,
did we?

All:
No!

We didn't burn no hostages
with a blow torch, did we?

All:
No!

Well then, why you let them
say that, huh?

Can't you pick up a phone
and tell them the truth?

Amnesty! Amnesty!

Amnesty! Amnesty!

(chanting continues)

They need the lies!

They want the people...

to think...

we're animals!

Inmate:
Truth, Chaka!

That way,

they can come in here

and do anything
they wanna do to us.

Well, I say,

they're still shucking
and jiving!

Yeah!

I say,
we gotta hit 'em

with a two-by-four
and make 'em get serious!

Now, if they ain't prepared
to bargain

for the little piggies,

maybe they're prepared
to bargain

for the big pig hisself.

I say,

we grab the big pig.

Hold on!

We gave our word!

We granted him safe passage.

You didn't give no word for me!

Now, did he give
his word for you?

Inmates:
No!

For you?

(chanting)
Attica! All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Come on.
We gotta get you
out of here.

Get him out of here,
let's go! Let's go!

(angry shouting)

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

(chanting continues)

See what happens
when you start calling 'em
"mister"?

(distant chanting)

You gotta get
the smoke-bringer here.

You gotta get Governor
Rockefeller hisself up here

or we're all dead men.

(distant chanting)
Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

(gate clinks open)

(gate clinks closed)

I just came back
from Rochester General.

Officer Willis died
of head injuries an hour ago.

(distant chanting)
Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

Attica! Attica!
All or nothing!

(thunder rumbles)

Oswald:
One of my men
just died, Governor,

and I'm under a lot of pressure
to go in now.

But I really think another day,
a couple of days,

could make the difference.

It's starting to rain now,
and I--

Yes-- yes, sir.

Yes, I understand that, sir.

I understand you're under
a lot of pressure, too.

And I realize you can't offer
amnesty, but I'm not asking
for that.

No, sir.

No, I-- Yes--

Sir, I think you
have to come up here
in person.

No, no, no.
Not to negotiate.

I'm not sure--
I'm not sure there's anything
left to negotiate on.

But if the governor came,
in person,

and showed his concern,

I'm sure--

I understand the perception
problem, sir.

But I'm concerned for--
for the hostages.

Yes, and I have nothing else

to offer the men
that are holding them,

except your personal
involvement.

Yes--

Yes, sir,
I-I have everything
I need to--

to retake the facility
if I should decide to,

but I think we--

Well--

(thunder rumbles)

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Very good.

The governor
is about to announce

a commission of inquiry
into the riot

and the events
leading up to it.

He has every confidence

we will both be vindicated.

♪ ♪

I'm going to see
Willis's wife.

I'm sorry.

You didn't know him.

He coached my kid's
Little League team.

His daughter babysat for us.

I just need another day.

You don't have it.

What do you think
is gonna happen
when word gets out

that every man in the yard
is now facing murder one?

You ran out of road,
commissioner.

I was right to wait.

I was right to negotiate.

Tell that to Willis's wife
and kids.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbles)

You sure about this?

Everybody goes down
on murder one?

Under New York State law,

every man in this yard

is culpable for every felony
committed in it,

including homicide.

They gonna put
2,000 guys on trial?

You wanna take a chance
they won't?

It's going down,
isn't it, Lieutenant?

(scoffs)

They got nothing
to lose now.

When I was in Vietnam,

I used to get a pain
in my left nut

just before we took
incoming fire.

I got it again.

Smith?

I'm still gonna
have to write you up
when we get out of this,

you know that.

You realize that.

Conduct prejudicial
to good order,

endangering your
fellow officers,

tearing down the morale
of your colleagues!
Do what you have to do!

Somebody make a note
of this!

This is just
the kind of attitude
I'm talking about!

Insubordination
by an officer!

Hey,
get off his case!

What are you
trying to do?

Trying to hold it
together, knucklehead!

We're gonna die.
We're a unit!

You know, you're right.

I don't have
what it takes.

I wasn't a guard long enough
to know how to be a prisoner.

What does that mean?

It means you were so good
at giving orders,

you knew how
to take them.

Me too, Michael?

Couldn't be
any other way, Ken.

(laughing)

Screw you, asshole.

I don't know
who the hell you are,
Michael.

I watched you grow up,

and I don't know
who you are!

And I don't know
what you're doing.

Weisbad:
He's pissing in the tent.

That's what he's doing now.

Pissing in the tent, huh?

Look at him!

Is the governor coming?

(shouting)
I need to know

the governor's on his way.

Is he coming?

(thunder rumbles)

(electricity crackles)

♪ ♪

This one.

Yeah.

You got that wheatie-toast,
corn-fed, prom night,

white-picket-fence
look about you,

and you also got
a big mouth.

Blindfold him.

Ed:
Where you taking him?

He's just a recruit,
a-a-a rookie.

You take anybody,
you take me.

Oh, I'm gonna take you.

You can bet your sweet ass
I'm gonna take you.

I'm gonna take all of you.

But first...

gotta deal with this one.

Get him out of here.

(whimpers)

You-- you don't understand,
I-I'm responsible for him.

You leave him here!

Stay here, Smith!

That's an order!

I'm-- I'm senior
in command here.

You take me first,
you sons of bitches!

This is not right,
this is not correct, I know.

I know!

Get back here, Smith!

I'm gonna kick your ass
so far out of the Department
of Corrections,

you won't fucking work
from here to San Quentin!

♪ ♪

Um...

if you're gonna
do something to me,

I want a chance to write
to my dad,

and to my wife,
and say a goodbye.

We ain't gonna kill you.

Not yet, anyhow.

We gonna put you on TV.

Now, maybe you got
nothing to say to me,

but you gonna tell
Governor Rockefeller
we mean business.

We want amnesty.

We want a plane waiting

to take every man
who wants to go
to Africa.

You tell
Governor Rockefeller

he got to come up here
in person.

Make sure his goons
don't take no reprisals

on any man
who wants to stay.

You--

you're putting me on TV?

We gotta put a face
on it, man.

They got to know
who's gonna be paying

if the governor
don't come through.

We signed petitions
and they didn't listen.

We played it their way
and they didn't listen.

We told them
this was coming down.

You understand me?

We told them this
was coming down,

and they didn't listen.

And you wanna know
something--

They still
ain't listening.

Got somebody here
who wants to speak.

Come on over here.

My name is Michael Smith.

Um...

I got a message
for Governor Rockefeller.

They want a plane
to take them to Africa.

And they want that the
governor comes here in person,

uh, to guarantee
that there's no reprisals

on the men who stay behind.

Um...

and they'll start killing us

if they don't get the answer
that they want.

How about these stories
about atrocities?

They keep telling people
guards are being tortured.

Uh... no.

Uh, there's been nothing
like that.

Jamaal:
Have any of the guards
been mistreated here?

Have you been mistreated?

Well, we've been kept
in the yard here for four days.

We didn't want to be here.

Have you been
mistreated?

No.

They-- they gave us
food and water
and protection.

Reporter:
What's the mood among
the hostages?

Have they lost hope?
No.

We're just taking
each hour as it comes.

We're still expecting
to get out of this thing.

All right, that's it.
Let's go.

You have a message
for anyone, Michael?

A personal message?

(mouthing)

I-I don't know if my wife
is watching this,

but, um, I want her to know
that I'm thinking about her,

and the baby she's gonna have.

And...

if this doesn't, um,
if this doesn't go

the way we want it to go,

then I want--
I want her to know

that I would like to
have spent more time with her,

and I would like
to have seen my son.

All right, show's over,
come on.

It ain't right keeping us here.

I mean, there's a lot
of things wrong here,

and they need fixing,
but this isn't the way to do it.

I mean, you know,
getting a knife stuck
at your throat,

and having to go to the john
in front of everybody,

that's a human rights thing,
too.

But I understand, you see,
a man doesn't stop being a man

because he's in here,

and why shouldn't he
have more than one shower
a week,

and get to have some contact
with the guards?

And he shouldn't
have to be in a cell
with a clogged up toilet.

And, God,
I hope this is over soon

because we can't
take much more,

and they can't,
and if you come in here
with guns,

there's gonna be a lot of folks
ain't gonna be going home.

(chatter)

Why you say that, huh?

You trying to get some
special favors, huh?

What do you mean?
I talked-- I said what you
told me to say.

Amnesty, Rockefeller--
No, no, no,
that other shit!

They asked me
and I told 'em.

You believe that?

Why would I lie?

(scoffs)

You know something?
You're crazy!

And they're crazy.

You want amnesty for Willis,

but you know they're not
gonna put 2,000 of you
up on trial!

You drop that demand,
we can walk out of here!

Weisbad...

is over there trying
to figure out

how to put me up
on a charge.

But you know something,
maybe I'm craziest of all.

Because I came to work here
for the overtime!

And I shut my eyes
to what goes on in here,

and I started
doing to my wife,

exactly what I saw my dad
doing to my mother.

But...

maybe I'm craziest of all,

because I'm trying
to talk a crazy man
out of his craziness.

You know what that
makes me, don't you?
You don't call me crazy.

We could walk out of here
right now if you drop
that demand,

but you'd rather die
than do that.

That sounds
pretty crazy to me!

We want respect.
We want dignity.

You are gonna get
blown away!

You understand?
You see the people
up there?

I grew up here.
I understand these people.

I know my people.

What do you know
about us?

What do you know
about us?

You see,
I can't talk to you.

I can't make you
understand.

You are one stubborn
son of a bitch!

We got to play this
to the bust, man.

My kid got more sense
than you

and he ain't even
been born yet.

Come here.

I got something
I want to show you.

Go on.

Wait. Just wait.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

We were gonna
do it different.

We were gonna show...

how it could be.

Then we got nowhere talking,

and started breaking up.

Somebody takes his payback
on a snitch.

Then somebody else.

This fool here...

well, he just wanted
to cut somebody

and we couldn't
make him see reason.

It wasn't meant
to be like this.

This was Attica.

It was something else.

(sighs)

You better get on back.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

♪ ♪

(machinery whirring)

Woman:
Where the hell you been?

(indistinct shouting)

Woman:
Bring our guys home!

(metal clanking)

Okay, this is what
we have, folks!

Let's go!
This is for real!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I told you I'd be
coming back for you now,
didn't I?

Him!

Must be my winning
personality.

Yeah!

♪ ♪

Reporter:
Mr. Oswald, has there
been any progress?

Reporter 2:
Mr. Oswald, what about
the atrocities?

Reporter 3:
Where's Governor Rockefeller,
Mr. Commissioner?

Reporter 4:
Are you going in now,
Mr. Oswald?

Officer:
Just step back, huh?

(continues, indistinct)

Mr. Oswald?

Sir, I've got a son
and a brother in there.

Now, you've been saying
you're gonna do something,

so, goddamn it, just do it!

Whatever it takes,
just do it!
Excuse me, sir!

It's out of my hands.
Move on, sir!

Man:
My relative's in there!

Woman:
Mr. Oswald!

Move, move, move!
Double-time!

Keep going!

(chatter)

What are those?

Body bags.

Wheatie Toast...

Corn-Fed...

White-Picket-Fence.

♪ Boola, boola
Boola, boola... ♪

I put up with them
burning their bras,

playing that crazy music,

with their long hair
and flared trousers,

and going on the pill
so they could do it
whenever they want,

and even if they wanna
do it in the street.

And this one talking about
his rights, and that one
talking about his,

and nobody caring
about mine.

I've been
waiting for this day,
this is Get-Right Day!

This is where it stops.
It stops right here.

Our guys are in there.

Then they just gotta take
their chances, don't they?

♪ ♪

How's it going, Prom Night?

Why don't you just
do what you gotta do
and cut the bullshit.

Gimmie!

I'll take care of him.

No, I got him.

No, I got him. He's mine.

(slaps)

I'll do it quick
and clean.

Promise?

Promise.

Don't want to be
flopping around

like a fish out
on the sidewalk.

Don't worry.
I'll do you right.

♪ ♪

(gun cocks)

(electricity crackles)

(whirring stops)

They cut the power.

Look...

if you make it out of here
and I don't,

tell my family I cared.

They gotta know I cared
and I was thinking about 'em.

Okay.

Would you do the same for me?
Would you tell my wife?

Yeah.

Promise.

Woman:
There he is!

Man:
Look up there!

He's here.

(prisoners cheering)

We did it!

We did it! They listened!

He came!

Man:
Yeah, man!
We did it! We won!

Big Daddy's in the sky!

(cheering)

Yeah!

Man:
Way to stick together,
fellas!

God bless you, Rocky!

Man (over bullhorn):
Throw down your weapons!

You will not be mistreated.

You have nothing to fear.

Inmate:
Viva Rockefeller!

Look out! Gas! Gas!

Gas!

(explosions)

Stupid pricks!
It's too damp for gas!

(angry shouting)

It's beautiful.
It's just so beautiful.

They're dropping gas!

Get out of the way!
Move! Move!

(furniture clattering)

(gun cocks)

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(woman screaming)

Woman:
Oh, my God!

Who gave the order to fire?

Dig in, men! Dig in!

This is really great!

Jamaal:
Oh, fuck!

Stay down, Michael.
Fuck you,

you motherfuckers!

(gunfire)
Ah!

(breathing heavily
through gas mask)

Ah!

I'm on of yous,
you dumb fucks!

Ah!

Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!

You let me fight,
you cocksuckers!

Just like Viet--

(gunfire)
Ah!

Ah!

Oh... oh, God.

(explosion)

(gunfire)

Fuck this!
Come all the way, damn it!

(screams)

Ah! Ah!

(breathing heavily
through gas mask)

Ah!

Ah!

No!

No!

(gunfire)

(breathing heavily
through gas mask)

(coughing)

(man screams)

(groaning)

(breathing heavily
through gas mask)

(breathing quickens)

Ah! Ah!

(screams)

Mike!
Tell him, Michael.

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

(gun cocks)

Crawl!

Crawl like a worm, I said!

S-Smith...

I'm a guard.

This the son of a bitch
who did it to you?

Tell him what I did, Michael!
Tell him what I did for you!

He saved my life.
How many throats
did he cut?

He saved my life.

That's my buddy, mister!

Him, too?

I'll be back.

Drop that shell
and I'll blow you away.

Hang in there, Mikey,
hang in there.

Get him on here, guys,
get him on here.

Easy, easy.

Smith, don't forget
what you said.

Jess:
I didn't mean it, Mikey.
I didn't see you.

Hang in there, Mikey,
hang in there!

We're gonna get ya.
Fucking lousy gun.

Hang in there, Mikey!
We're gonna make it!

(sirens blaring)

Move back!
Please get behind the line!

This is the police line.
Please move back.

(reporting speaking
indistinctly)

Michael:
Baby, baby...

Priest:
Through this
holy anointed...

Come on,
get the hell
out of here.

Ed didn't m-make it.

Don't-- don't try to talk, son.

Couldn't do...

Stop it!

Stop it!

You are not--

You are not leaving here
without my husband!

Someone, help!

Get down here and help me!

Get him! Let's go!

Jess...

Hey, look at me.
Listen to me.

Nobody's ever gonna ask you
about what happened in there.

All right?
Not me-- Look at me!

Not Sharon, not me,
and not Michael.

Do you understand?

This whole thing was a mess.
Everybody fucked up,
from the top down.

I don't want to ever hear
anything more about it,
all right?

Okay, Hal.

Sharon:
Hal! Hal!

Let's go, Hal!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪