All language subtitles for The.Last.Castle.2001.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[man] Take a look
at a castle, any castle.

Now break down the key elements
that make it a castle.

They haven't changed
in a thousand years.

One, location.

A site on high ground that
commands the territory

as far as the eye can see.

Two, protection; big walls.
Walls strong enough
to withstand a frontal attack.

Three, a garrison.
Men who are trained
and willing to kill.

Four, a flag.

You tell your men, "You're
soldiers and that's our flag."

You tell them,
"Nobody takes our flag."

- [man] One step forward.
- Forward!

And you raise that flag
so it flies high
where everyone can see it.

Now you've got yourself
a castle.

The only difference between
this castle and all the rest,

is that they were built
to keep people out.

This castle is built
to keep people in.

[shouting]

[rap music]

- [men chattering]
- [man On P.A., indistinct]

[rapping, indistinct]

Ohh!

Come on. Give me the ball.
Give me the ball, man.

Come on.
Give me the fucking ball.

Fuck you!

[knocking]

[softly] Sir?

[louder] Sir? A movement order
just came in.

Give it to Captain Peretz.

- I'll take that, Sheila.
- It's a Category "A" transfer.

Let me see it.

[arguing]

- [man] Fall out! Fall out!
- Play ball, man. Come on.

- ♪ [classical]
- [Peretz] 1700 hours?

N-No, no, we're prepared.

Well, it's just
really fast. Okay.

Mm-hmm.

All right.

You're sure you're
positive about this.

Okay. Thank you.

Sir?

Sir?

[exhales]
It's the real deal.

He is coming in
at 1700 hours.

1700 hours today?

That's what
they said, sir.

I don't understand.
The trial began today.

Apparently, he plead guilty
and got ten years.

They're expediting
his transfer as a courtesy.

Oh, as a courtesy?

They should be naming a base
after the man,

not sending him here.

My God, Eugene Irwin.

Well, we have verdict.
We have a sentence.
We have a prisoner.

We do our job...
whether we like it or not.

Puts us on our toes,
though, doesn't it?

[man On P.A.]
Escort detail report
to Gate 18 prisoner.

Escort detail meet
the prisoner on Gate "A."

[gate buzzes]

[inmate]
I give him a week.

- 'Til what?
- 'Til he "scrags" himself.

[Dellwo] The court-martial
didn't put him over the edge,

I guarantee you
the shithouse will.A week?

- Six bundles.
- Six? Let's make it ten.

[Dellwo] All right.
Make it ten then.[Yates] Ah, there we go.

Ten bundles, Mr. Dellwo.
Very specific man.

Anybody else?You have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

We'll make it like
the final four.
Ten bundles a square. Who's in?

I'm not going to bet
on whether or not a man's
going to kill himself.

That's some creepy shit,
pilot.

Besides, look at him. One week?
He's tougher than that.

[Yates] How much tougher,
eight, ten, what?

- [inmate] Eight.
- [Yates] Anyone else?

You're an ice-cold
motherfucker, Yates.Hey, I'm not betting

he's going to off himself,
I'm just playing the books.

What about you, Cutbush?
I know you're in.

Put me in for
a week and a half.

- [Yates] A week and a half?
- Wallace?

Go ahead.I have the transfer "A"
to the P.R.U. now.

- Copy that. P.R.U.
- [woman] One wallet. Leather.

- Family photos?
- [Irwin] My daughter.

- Grandson.
- Would you like to keep these?

Um, that's
an authorized item.

I'd appreciate that.

One set of keys.
Glasses.

I'm going to need
your ring.

Thank you.

Oh. Actually, you can keep that.
Academy rings are authorized.

Three stars, two sets.
Looks like that's everything.

So, uh--

[knocking]

Sir? Prisoner Irwin
is outside.

[Winter] Five minutes.

Five minutes.

You can put that down
if you want.

- You talking to me?
- Yes.

I know what you're thinking.

Do I salute you,
or do you salute me?

Well, the answer
is neither.

My men salute me, of course, and
each other according to rank.

But there is no saluting by
the general prison population.

Well, first things first.
Are you hungry?

- No.
- Are you sure?

Mondays are
our Salisbury steak night.

Always a cause
for celebration.Indeed.

Indeed. May I offer you
some lemonade?

- Thank you.
- Just be a minute, sir.

Prisoner Aguilar-- If you'll step over here,
I'll give you...

a basic layout
of the facility.

The building we're in now
is the administration building.

That building there
houses the tiers.

That's where you and
the other inmates will live.

The building next to it
is the laundry, where
I've had you assigned.

Oh, that is
the old blockhouse wall.

It's all that's left of the
original prison from the 1870s.

I could've removed it,
but I thought it was important
to keep a sense of history,

so I asked the men to rebuild
it. They seem to enjoy it.

It's a matter
of some pride now. [knocking]

Sir?

Yes? Please,
on the table there.

Please.

[Peretz]
Come on. Let's go.

I personally meet
with every new inmate
here at the prison.

Usually downstairs.

And I ask them a question.

What do you expect from
your time here at the castle?

Nothing. Just to do
my time and go home.

Perfect.
That is the perfect answer.

And now I have what may seem
under the circumstances,

a bizarre request.

I have a collection
of most of the seminal books

on warfare, including
The Burden of Command.

I was wondering if you'd do me
the honor of signing it?

- Certainly.
- Thank you.

- Captain Peretz.
- Yes, sir?

Two minutes.

That's impressive.

Yeah. It's a great
collection, isn't it?

Yeah, sure.

That's a minie ball
from Shiloh, used in battle.

Grant lost 13,000 men
at Shiloh.

Suppose this got
one of 'em?

Never know. Do you?

I mean, do you
collect anything?

[Irwin] No.
Just a few coins

from some of the countries
I've traveled to.

My father didn't care for
military collections.

I guess it stuck with me.
Any man with a collection

like this is a man who's never
set foot on a battlefield.

To him, a minie ball from
Shiloh is just an artifact.

And to a combat vet,
it's a hunk of metal

that caused some poor bastard
a world of pain.

I must have mis-shelved it...
your book.

We'll do it another time.

No, please, please.
Allow me.

Sir, lights out in five.
Do I hold the lock?

No. No. We are--
We're through here.

Prisoner Aguilar,
what are you doing?

You do not salute this man.

This man has no rank. Saluting
amongst prisoners is prohibited.

Y-Yes, sir.
Bu-But I was saluting you.

Take the prisoners
to their cells, Captain.Yes, sir.

Thank you for
your hospitality, Colonel.

You're welcome.

[man On P.A.] Inmates,
one step to the rear... halt!

[man] Shut the doors!

You're gonna be
in cell 345.

You get to shower
every other day. [prisoners chattering]

Okay, hold up.

You fuck!
I'm going to kill you!

[guard] Shut up, Beaupre.

[shouting continues]

[Peretz] Do not cross the yellow
line while in formation.

During the day you're free
to be in this area
we're walking in right now.

Showers on both sides.[inmate] Those stars don't
mean shit now, do they?

You're allowed one book in your
cell, in addition to the Bible.

Go up here,
then make a right.

[inmate] I've got eight bundles
on you!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]

[inmate]
All right, General!

- [Peretz] First call, 0600.
- [inmate] What'd you do, man?

[inmate #2]
What are you here for?

Close 345.

- How many did you kill?
- [bell rings]

[inmate] Welcome
to the castle, baby!

[Peretz knocking] Sir?

Sir?

[exhales] Prisoner Irwin's
in his cell.

He's really something,
isn't he?

[Winter] 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.

What's up?

You just hit
a brick wall, baby.Nigga, why you doin' that shit?

Come on, little brother.Get your hands off me!

- Come on, bitch!
- [arguing escalates]

[inmates shouting, cheering]

[whistles]

Three-to-one
on the little man.

[all shouting]

Stab him!

Come on, Thumper.
Kill him!

Come on, bitch!

- Three on...
- What are you doing?

Man, you don't like it, Doc,
take a walk.

You're fuckin' 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, bitch!

- 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.

[guard] 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, shit!

- Watch where you're going.
- Kiss my ass!

Don't worry about it.
We'll do it later.

- [inmate] Damn nigger!
- [inmate #2] What?

- [inmate] You heard me!
- [inmate #2] Say it to my face!

I'm gonna kick your
white ass through the air!

[inmate] Shut the fuck up!

What the fuck you doing,
beano? Hey!

I said what the fuck
are you doing?

- T-The mortar's weak, Beaupre.
- Don't worry about it.

Mind your own business.
Cool out, man.

Shut the fuck 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... a mason.
- Spit it out.

I don't give a fuck
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.
- What did I just tell you?

What'd I just tell you?

We're only doing this
to keep Johnny-fucking-
eyeballs off our back.

Don't make me tell you again.
Back the fuck 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 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 get you
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 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. Take it
easy. I'll try to get you more.

You know Winter played us
with that one basketball shit?
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--

Stop your fucking whining.
Listen to yourselves.

Then he only gives us the most
basic medical treatment.

Completely substandard services.

- Substandard services?
- Yes. Substandard services.

It's fucked-up shit, 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 guys 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.

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 fucking
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.
- 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 fucked-up call.

Keep that shit on the down-low.
They're all fucked-up calls.

How you doing?

So we lost: 22 to 20.

Army-Navy game.

Class of '92.

I met you once
when I was a kid.

1981. It was
a welcome-back celebration

at the White House
for the POWs.

My father was with you
in Hanoi.

- What's your name?
- Yates.

Yates? Sam Yates?

That's right.

- Good man.
- Nah, he wasn't.

After 30 years, everyone's
a good man. It's the law.

- Mmm.
- How is he? How's your dad?

He's not too good.
He's dead.

- [man On P.A., indistinct]
- I'm sorry. What happened?

Came home.

Billingworth, Irwin,
Jacobson--

You're late. You have
five minutes left
to find your visitor.

- Five minutes left.
- [chattering]

Rosalie?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- It's good of you to come.
- Thank you.

Was it hard
getting here?

Um, I missed a turn.

It's just good
to see you.

- How's Ben? Good?
- Fine. Uh-huh.

- School okay? Grades?
- Um, well he's in first grade.

Well, do you have
a picture of him?No.

The one I have is two years old.
He must've changed a lot since,

since then.

And how are you,
Rosalie?

Um...

- Look, Dad--
- Uh-oh. "Look, Dad."

I just...
I can't do this.

I can't do this
small-talk thing with you.

The whole drive over here,
I was trying to think what--

What am I going to say?
What can we talk about
beyond the weather...

and how's Ben,
and I just went blank.

Do I-- Do I intimidate you?

- Intimidate me?
- I guess that's the downside

of having a "Yes, sir"
"No, sir" military father,
but I tried not to--

You weren't
a father at all.

God, I'm sorry.

I don't want to whine.
I'm not here to be cruel.

You're a great man.

And you've done so much
for this country.

- But?
- No. No but. No but.

Just this isn't the place.

Well, it's the only place
I've got right now, Rose.

Why did you call me, Dad?

Why? I don't know you.
You don't know me.

I mean, what did you think
asking me here?

I'd come every Sunday
and maybe I'd bring Ben

and he would color
while we talked?

You know, there was a time.
When I was about 20,

I had a whole list of things
I was going to say to you.

- [bell rings]
- Those days are gone.

[guard]
The visitation session is over.
Please conclude your visits.

- [inmate] It isn't enough time.
- Let's go, folks. Let's go.

I'm sorry
you're in this place.

And I wish you the best.

[scattered good-byes]

I wish you the best.

I guess you figured out
what to say after all.

I guess I did.Be all right if I wrote?
Is that okay?

There's some things
I'd like to tell you.

When I was in first grade,
I got straight "As."

[inmate]
Come on. Let's go.

- Afternoon, sir. - Don't call me that. I'm not--

Put your hand down.

- Permission to speak, sir.
- What?

I just wanted to say,

welcome to the castle, sir.

It's good to have you
aboard, sir.

Aboard?
You Navy puke, son?

No, no, sir.
I was in the Corps.

What rank were you
when you were arrested?

I was a C-C-C--

It was either Colonel
or Corporal.

- I'm guessing Corporal.
- Yes, sir.

Why are you here?
What did you do?

Well, that's just it.
I di-didn't do nothing.

It was a mistake.

Oh. Okay.

[man On P.A.] Medication
call is in five minutes.

I h-hurt someone
real bad.

How long you been here?

- Two years. - And how long do you have?

- How much longer? - Four years,

eight months,
eleven days.

And this mistake,
you've just the one?

Just-just one.

- Just one day in your life?
- Ju-Ju-Ju--

No. Take your time.
Got plenty of that.

Just five seconds, sir.

You're a marine for what,
one or two years?

And you're a violent criminal
for five seconds?

Yes, sir.Well, according to
my calculations,

that makes you mostly Marine.
About 98 percent, I'd say.

Yes, sir.Then why not act like one?
Stand tall.

This thing you're doing
with your hand,

grabbing your hair,
what's that? That was a salute.

A sa-- [laughs]
Oh, no. I don't think so.

You know where saluting
comes from?
No, sir.

It comes from medieval times.

Two knights would approach
each other on horseback.

They would raise their visors
and show their faces.

It's like they're saying,
"This is who I am.

"I'm not the enemy
and I'm not afraid."

A salute's about respect, son.

Respect for yourself,
the service and the flag.

[knocking] [Irwin] If you're
going to do this,

[Peretz] Sir, you wanted
to see me? Sir?

Come.

Look at that.

- Oh, man.
- No, no, no.

At the War College, his very
name was spoken with reverence.

As if the syllables
themselves conveyed

what it meant
to be a soldier.

Now here he is commanding
an army of one...

the stuttering monkey.

I can't even watch.

I discussed the regulations
on saluting with Aguilar,
did I not?

- Yes, sir.
- Remind him again, effectively.

[horn blaring]

Put your hand down.

Put it down.

You don't have to do this.Prisoner Irwin,
what are you doing?

He doesn't have to do this.Look, just step back
in the prison--

I know a thing or two about
the disciplining of soldiers.

Prisoner Aguilar,
resume your punishment.Punishment is over.

Aguilar, I'm warning you--

- [whistle]- [guard] Stand down, prisoner!

You're better than this.

- Okay, okay. That's enough.
- [alarm wailing]

[man On P.A.] All inmates
remain on the ground in the
prone position.

All inmates remain on the
ground in the prone position.

[guard] Stay down!

Everybody stay down!

What is happening here?

This prisoner was interfering
with the corporal punishment
of prisoner Aguilar.

Prisoner Irwin,
I understand your coming here

must be a big adjustment
for you.

To go from commanding
thousands of troops in battle,

having no war to fight
and no one to follow you
must not be easy.

However, I do ask
that you learn

how things are done
around here...

and try to set an example
for the other men.

Saluting is prohibited.
Aguilar was saluting.

He is being disciplined.
Surely you understand that.

Captain, take the prisoner
back to his cell.Yes, sir.

Sir? May the prisoner
speak, sir?

Yes.

According to
the Manual of Conduct,

the corporal punishment
for a prisoner

begun on the day shift
cannot exceed the
following morning's horn.

Prisoner Irwin,
you are absolutely right.

Thank you for bringing that
to my attention.

- Captain. Captain.
- Yes, sir.

Prisoner Irwin,
under no circumstances

is an inmate allowed
to make physical contact
with an officer.

You have violated
the U.S.M.C.F.
Manual of Conduct.

And this violation
requires discipline.

What's going on?

Winter's got him on
rock-and-roll detail.

Is he not going to make it?

No way.
Three-two against.

Come on, you guys. Those stones
weigh 25 pounds apiece.

It's gonna be 85 degrees
by noon, and we have
2,000 percent humidity.

The guy's not going to
make the day.

- Everyone paid up this week?
- Yeah, we're good.

Put mine in,
double or nothing against.
No way he's gonna make it.

Beaupre, 12.[Yates]
Double or nothing, against.

Hey, hey, hey.

[continues, indistinct]

[Yates]
Who's down for ten?

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 if you want.

[inmate]
What the fuck is that?

Electrical burn scars.

How long was he in there?

Six years.
Could of got out in four.

They offered him a four 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 me.
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]
- [Yates] Bets are still on.

- Seven-two, against.
- You're a fuckin' snake, man.

- Don't bet if you don't wanna.
- 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 bitch.
- [grunts]

[horn blaring][guard] 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 of him.

And that makes my job easier.

It crystallizes my mission.

- Take him back to the tiers.
- Yes, sir.

Hold on.

[private] Sergeant,

taking him
back to cell 345.

Very well, Private.

[tapping sound]

[inmates tapping in unison]

[tapping continues, louder]

[inmate] General!

[inmate] Good night, 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.

[chuckles] No.

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 of self.

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.

[Beaupre] Hey! Sir?

You cost me my whole
stash of smokes.

Oh. Well,
I'm sorry about that.

Well, you win some,
you lose some.

What did you mean earlier
about it being our wall?

It's Winter's wall.

That fuck 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 fuck 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 shit, 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...

I'm proud of you.
You should be proud.

- Men did good, huh?
- They did.

Now, listen. Be sure
to leave a window, a portal.
Every castle has one.

Aguilar? Excuse me, Chief.
Aguilar, come here a minute.

- Go ahead.
- Guys, hold up a minute.

Hold up the work.

Hold up.

Maybe you should
go first.

Put your name in the wall.
Hey, hold up on the work.

Come on. Put your name
right in here.

Spell it out.
A-- [Stutters] G-G-G.

[guard] Scumbags are having
at it, sir. Yes, sir.[Winter] Really?

They're calling Irwin "Chief."
That's the word
they got for General.

They got substitute names
for the other ranks, too, sir.

Anybody who was a captain
is "Boss." Sergeants are
"Sport." Privates are "Pal."

Playing soldier, sir.

- Hearts and minds.
- Sir?

He's building
a structure of loyalty.

He's offering them self-respect,
in exchange for obedience.

The general is building
himself an army.

He can have their hearts
and minds, sir. As long as
we got 'em by the balls.

- Well put, Corporal.
- Thank you, sir.

- Captain.
- [cocks gun]

[Winter] Bring him
to my office. [Peretz] Who, sir?

The prince of Venezuela.
Who do you think?General Irwin?

Mr. Irwin.

[Winter]
When you first arrived,

I asked you a question.
Apparently, I need to ask again.

What do you want from your time
here at the castle, Mr. Irwin?

And my answer is the same
as it was then.

Do my time. Go home.

So you say, but everything you
have done has contradicted that.

[sighs] These men
are not here for unpaid
parking fines and traffic--

I'm under no illusion why
the men are here, Colonel.

I just think they might
be reminded...

about some good things they've
done, not only the worst.Yes, that is--

That is something
my predecessor used to say.

In his last two years here there
were seven escape attempts,

12 injury assaults
on officers and N.C.O.s,
including one killed.

Since I've assumed command,
there have been
zero escape attempts,

zero injury assaults,
zero fatalities.

Some may question
my methods, but they do work.

No soldier has ever died
needlessly under my command,
Mr. Irwin.

See, I, too, share
the burden of command.

You may not think
that I've ever set foot
on a battlefield,

but that's because
you've never sat behind
this desk-- this desk.

My men and I are
vastly outnumbered.

We spend every day
behind enemy lines.

Because, make no mistake
about it, Mr. Irwin,

they are the enemy.

But I don't need to justify
myself to you, do I?

I don't know.

Do you?

This wall...

that has become the focus
of so much... tension...

and turmoil--

Well...

in about two minutes,
there will be no more wall.

[horn honks][guard] Back away
from the wall--

[indistinct] Back away!

- Come on!
- [bulldozer advancing]

[guard]
Back away from the wall.

Come on!

Aguilar!
Aguilar, damn it!

What is he doing?

Sound the horn.

[horn blaring]

Agui-- Get down!

[man On P.A.]
All inmates remain--

[guard] Aguilar, get down!

[Niebolt] What the hell are you
doing? Get down, Aguilar.

- [Aguilar] No!
- Get down!

[inmate] Hey, what are you
doing, Ramon? Get down!

Aguilar, get down!

Aguilar, get the hell down!

- Zamorro.
- Yes, sir.

- You bet, sir.
- What the hell are you doing?

[inmates shouting]
Get down! Get down!

- Aguilar, get down!
- Get down!

[gunshot]

[blaring horn subsides]

[inmate] Aguilar?

[Doc] Permission
to examine the prisoner, sir.

- [Niebolt] Doc! Come on!
- [Doc] Sir?

[cell door closes]

[inmates chattering, indistinct]

- Dellwo.
- Sir?

- You're a sergeant-major?
- I was.

Prisoners! Fall in!

I said, fall in!

[Dellwo] Let's go, ladies!
Now! Now! Now!

All right!
Let's fall in!

Fall in!
We don't got all day!

Come on. Fall in!

You look like a bunch
of old women!

[Dellwo] Fall in, goddamn it!

[faint] Fall in!
Now! Now!

Now!

- Scumbags runnin' the asylum?
- [chuckles] Maybe.

Some may think to be
remembered in this way...

would be a disgrace
to a soldier.

But this is not
a disgrace.

The greatest monuments

to fallen men
are not made in marble.

They're deep in the sea,
deep in the jungles,

on foreign battlefields,

a rifle driven
into the ground,

with a helmet on top...
and some tags.

And that is the tribute
that this man has earned.

Gentlemen,
Corporal Ramon Aguilar,

United States Marine Corps.

[inmate]
♪ From the halls of Montezuma

♪ To the shores of Tripoli

[joining] ♪ We fight
our country's battles ♪

♪ In the air
on land and sea ♪

♪ First to fight

♪ For right and freedom

♪ And to keep our honor clean

♪ We are proud
to claim the title ♪

♪ Of United States Marines

♪ Duh-duh, da, da, da, da
Da, duh-duh ♪

♪ La, la-la, la
La-la, la ♪

- [snickers]
- Sir, do you--

♪ [singing continues]

♪ Da-da da, Da-da da da
Da-da da ♪

♪ Da-da da da...

Sound the chow horn.

Sir, you still have
about ten minutes.

- Sound it.
- Yes, sir.

- ♪ Da da-da da...
- [horn blares]

[singing stops]

[Dellwo] Present...

arms!

Fall... out!

[man On P.A.]
Chow call. All inmates
report to the mess hall.

Chow call. All inmates
report to the mess hall.

So, tell me again.

Why is it Aguilar had to die?

- [Enriquez] Believe us now?
- [Irwin] I believe you now.

Very good.

You have checkmate
in five moves.

Looks that way, sir.

Why you movin' if I have
checkmate in five moves?

'Cause I have
checkmate in three.

[Enriquez] Shall we, uh,
call it a draw?

[Winter] If you'll excuse us,
Mr., uh--

[Peretz] Enriquez.
Let's go. Move it out.

[extended sigh]

Your, uh...

grandson.

Yes.

Very cute. Five?

Four, when that picture
was taken.

- Oh.
- Six now.

It was unfortunate
about...

Aguilar.

But tough decisions
do go with the job.

Burden of command,
correct?

[exhales] Look...

These salutes,
I've given them some thought.

Technically, they are not
a violation of regulations.

So, if the inmates can confine
themselves to a simple...

hand movement
through the hair,

I see no problem with it.

And if the men want
to call you chief,
well, that's fine.

Free speech
and all that.

- Okay, then.
- No, not okay.

It's too late, Colonel.

- It's too late for what?
- For your offer.

The men don't want
to salute.

They don't want
to use rank.

They don't want better food.
They don't want more TV.

They just want your resignation.
So do I.

- My resignation?
- You're a disgrace, Colonel.

A disgrace to the uniform.

You should not be allowed
to retain your command.

[chuckles] Well, then
I'd better go pack.

- I think you should.
- Oh?

Tell me, Mr. Irwin,
what's to stop me from just...

placing you in the hole...
for, say, six months?

Nothing.

If that's the way
you want to win.

[Peretz] Sir, if I can
make a suggestion,

maybe we should isolate
prisoner Irwin--Get me General Wheeler.

[inmates shouting]

Yes, sir.

[Winter] Two weeks ago,

I watched as he marched
a man up and down the yard.

A minor eccentricity.
Fine.

Since then,
he's been acting as though...

he still has a command
in some fantasy army.

And yesterday--

I don't think you'd
want to make general.

Now, you wouldn't want to give
up all these perks, would you?

[laughs]

Sorry. Go on.

Yesterday, Mr. Irwin told me
he required my resignation.

Frankly, I think he's
started to lose the plot.

You saying
he's delusional?

I'm saying he needs
professional psychiatric help.

He's sick and
becoming pathetic.

Uh, you might want
to be a little more careful
in your word choice.

That sick, pathetic man
put this star on my shoulder.

Yes, sir. I know.

And I also know that you
sat in on his court-martial.

And don't talk about things
that are above your pay grade.

- Hmm?
- Yes, sir.

General Wheeler, I admire
the man as much as you do.

So I want to see that he
gets the best care possible.

And I'm not sure that this
is the right place for that.

All right.
Well, let me see him.

[buzzer, door opens]

Do we read
the rules, sir?

Read 'em.

Well, sir, normally
for a contact visit,

folks are limited to one
embrace in the beginning
and one at the end.

And, uh, hands must be visible
at all times, also.

I guess that
rules out the hand-job.

[laughs]

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Permission to be seated, sir.
- Permission granted.

What are you doing here, Jim?

I'm here to see
if you've lost your mind.

[chuckles] [Sheila] Uh, he should
be available later.

I can take a mes-- Hold on.
Just a second. Good morning, Miss Kelly.

- Jim-- Jim, yeah-- Hold on--
- Miss Kelly?

I got everything here but...

- the athletic gear.
- I found that--

top one laying on the floor
out in the hallway.

- Hold on. What, Danny?
- I found that top one...

laying on the floor in the hallway. Fine. Thanks, Danny.

Uh, yeah. We just
needed you to send him
up here as soon as possible.

[phone ringing]

He's saying
you're delusional,

you're acting as if you're
still in command of an army.

He's saying I'm delusional
because he wants me gone.

[sighs]

[Wheeler] Now, if you had
ironclad evidence

of Winter killing a man in
cold-blood for no good reason,

then I could
do something, maybe.

Outside of that, the man's been
investigated three times.

He's been exonerated
three times.

And as far as Washington
is concerned,

- he's doin' a superb job. - [chuckles]

And you're
a convicted criminal.

You could get
another investigation.Yes, I could.

But without any new evidence,
what would be the point?

And besides that,
Gene, honestly,

I don't give a rat's ass.

I don't care. What I care about
is you and getting you out.

Now, haven't you
punished yourself enough?

- What I did was wrong, Jim. - [Peretz] All teams.

All teams, this is
a full S.O.R.T. alert.

Repeat: All teams,
this is a full S.O.R.T. alert.

[men shouting, indistinct]

I cannot let this continue.

Now, you will get out of here,
and you'll spend some time

with your daughter
and your grandson.

I can have my staff run
a compassionate release
on medical grounds.

- You can say whatever--
- There's nothing wrong with me.

For Christ's sake,
will you work with me?

There is nothing wrong with me.

I see no indication
of anything, sir.

Of course not.
He'll keep it hidden until
the last possible second.

[Peretz] Red Team, go.

[All] Go, go, go!

Gene, what the hell
is this about?

Is this about control?

Because, you know,
no castle can have two kings. Go, go, go, go, go!

[Guard] Get down!
On the floor, now!

- General, come with us.
- What are you doing?!

[man On P.A.]
All inmates remain on the
ground in the prone position.

All inmates
remain on the ground--

Let's go!
What is this!

What is this
for Christ's sake?

- [shouting continues] - [door slams]

Go! Let's go!
Go, go, go, go!

- [shouting]
- All right!

[screaming, yelling]

Sir? Tear gas?

Return to hangar.
Nothing is happening.

It was a bluff.

You can take her home.
Return to hangar.

You thought he was
gonna try to take me hostage?

Yes, sir. It was
a precautionary move.What the hell kind of...

grab-ass unit are you
running here, Colonel?

Sir, at 11:58 this morning,
I received a letter...

stating a group of inmates
planned to take you hostage
at 12:10.

I thought it prudent
to act immediately
to ensure your safety.

I heard some disturbing things
about what goes on in here.

Now I'm hearing it from a man I
trust, whose opinion I respect.

- May I speak freely, sir?
- Yes, you may.

With all due respect,
General,

I don't know what
you may have been hearing.

But until you've spent
some time in the yard
with those animals,

you have no idea
what happens in there.

Point taken, Colonel.

Nevertheless,
if I hear one more story

about a man dying
under your command,

you are through here.
Do you understand me?Yes, sir.

All right.

As far as Gene Irwin is
concerned, it is my judgment
he is as sane as you or I.

I wish he wasn't.
He is.

Frankly, I'd like
nothing more than an excuse
to get him out of here.

But I see the only way that'll
happen is if you request it.

That is true, sir.

So you just-- You tell me you
can't handle him. He's gone.

Oh, I think
I can handle him, sir.

You watch yourself,
Colonel.

[Winter] "Eugene R. Irwin,

"Lieutenant General,
United States Army,

"in direct contravention
of an order to evacuate

"Burundi by his
commander-in-chief--"

That is the president for
those of you who do not know.

"...selected a platoon
of men to extract

"Jackson Ngwe,
a local warlord.

"Disregarding reliable
intelligence,

"General Irwin's
reconnaissance team

"entered the ville at 0300.

"Eight men were captured
and executed."

Disregarding...

reliable intelligence...

eight men...

were executed.

What I want you men
to understand

is what the consequences
can be...

when you choose to follow
a man who is motivated

solely by his pride.

A man who will do anything

for one more victory notch
on his belt,

no matter what the cost,

before he fades away.

[Peretz]
Start the extractions.

[protesting shouts]

[inmates clamoring]

[alarm bell ringing]

- Come here!
- Get your hands off me.

Let's go.
Get out! Get out!

[Bell Rings] Hi, Doc. Let's go
for a little walk.

Get the fuck back!

Open 355!
Open it up!

- Look at you.
- [snarls] Relax, ladies.

[groans] Hold him down, men!

[indistinct] I had nothing to do with this!

- No! - [groans]

Uhh!

Why don't you just
execute me?No reason for that!

Turn him around.

[baton blows thudding]

- [groaning]
- [handcuffs clicking]

[inmate]
Don't put me in the hole!

[screaming]
Oh, don't-- don't put
me in the hole! No!

- You want that?
- No.

- Thanks, man.
- You bet.

[indistinct chatter]

What do we do now?

[inmate] Jimmy, wait up! [Man On P.A.]
Attention, inmates.

All visitation requests
must be submitted...

to the S-3 by 1100 today.

All visitation requests--

So, you really did,
you really did bluff Winter.

The problem is his flush
beat your straight.

I don't play poker,
Mr. Yates. I play chess.

And in chess, you play
with somebody long enough,

you come to realize that
their first three moves
are usually the same.

Chess, huh?
What was his first move?

What was the first move?First, uh, two teams,
20 men apiece.

[man] Like I was saying, the
inside teams only have batons.Second?

Second? Water cannon.

- Third? What kind of chopper? - Chopper.

Sir, are you sure we should
be having this discussion
this man standing--

You know he can't
be trusted, right?

I don't know.

Is that how you use
the burden of command?

To make men into--
into, uh, chess pieces?

- Yes.
- [Beaupre] Hey, Yates.

Why don't you do yourself
a favor and run along.

Pawns.

[Winters] That prisoner walking
away, who is that?

[Peretz] Uh, that's--
That's Yates.

He was an Apache pilot,
but now he's a lowlife--
a hustler. He takes bets.

- On what?
- Anything.

[chuckles] Fights,
the weather.

He even took bets on whether
Irwin was gonna kill himself.

♪ [Classical]

Ahhh.

"This highly
effective officer

"seems to have no moral
grounding whatsoever."

Is that so?

Well, that's what men better
than me seem to think, sir.

Why are you
here, Yates?

I would like
your version.

I was involved in
a drug-smuggling operation

from Juarez to El Paso...

including several
of my subordinates, sir.

You were "involved."

You ran it,
did you not?

Correct.

Says here that you wore
a wire on your men.

Is that correct?

- Yeah.
- And how many years

did they take off
your sentence for... that?

Four years, sir.

And now you're
the prison bookie.

Tell me, Yates,
how does a man like you...

get into West Point?

My father was a winner
of the Congressional
Medal of Honor, sir.

Oh, right.

Well, sometimes the apple
does fall far from the tree.

[snickers]

Your father--

Your father was a POW
with Mr. Irwin,

was he not?

[chuckles]

Yes, that is correct.

And yet, you haven't
seen fit to join Mr. Irwin's--

- Crusade?
- Crusade.

- Why is that?
- It's not my fight.

Mr. Irwin is in a fight?

It says here
you have three years...

left with us.

- Correct?
- That's what it says.

That's what it says.

Does three months
sound better?

I need to resolve
this situation... quickly...

before someone else gets
hurt... or killed.

Do you agree?

I guess.

And the way I need to do
that is with information.

So, you might want
to rethink...

your joining
Mr. Irwin's... crusade.

[chuckles]

You asking me to be
your snitch, sir?

Isn't it a little late in
the game to be self-righteous?

Dude, why I got to get
my ass kicked? How many times you gonna ask?

Stop your sniveling.
I'm only gonna hit you once.

- Well, when?
- Now!

[inmate] Fight! Fight!

[cheering]

[Dellwo] Sit your tray down!

[inmates clamoring]

Hey, fucker!

[shouting, cheering]

Back off now!
I said back off now!

[cheers, applause]

[whistles]
On your cans!

Let's get on! Sit your asses
down, now! Let's go!

[mess hall quiets]

You guys,
we don't have much time.

We can no longer wear
the uniform of a soldier.

We forfeited that right.

And that includes me.

I disobeyed
an executive order.

I violated my duty
as a commanding officer.

And eight men paid
a catastrophic price.

It's a mistake
not easy to live with.

So, here I am, just like you,
a convicted criminal.

The only difference
between you and me

is I know I'm guilty.

[laughing]

So we're packed away
here as prisoners.

And one thing is certain.

Our captors
have the power.

They can try
to humiliate us.

They can beat us.

They can lock us away in
a dark hole for days on end.

But there's one thing
they cannot do.

They cannot take away
from us who we are.

And we are soldiers.

[all] Yeah, that's right.

It is the one thing--

It is the one thing that
gives us a chance in here.

And that nobody can
ever take away.

- Yeah, that's right.
- [inmates agreeing]

The Uniform Code
of Military Justice.

"Grounds for Removal
of a Stockade

"or Disciplinary
Barracks Commander:

- "One. Dereliction of duty."
- [all] That's right. Yeah.

- "Two. Criminal malfeasance."
- [Inmates Murmuring Agreement]

"Three. Noncompliance
with procedural rules."[All] Yeah.

"Four. Making false
official statements.

"Five. Conduct unbecoming
to an officer and gentleman.

[All] Yeah!

"Six. Cruelty and maltreatment
of persons under his command."

[shouting agreement,
rattling tables]

"Seven.

"Command failure resulting
in loss of control of facility."

Gentlemen, I propose that we
seize control of this facility.

[boisterous cheers]

[Irwin] Take a look
at a castle, any castle.

Now, break down the elements
that make it a castle.

Location. Protection.
Garrison. Flag.

The only difference between
this castle and all the rest

is they were built
to keep people out.Forward. Ho.

This castle was built
to keep people in.

But it's still a castle.

And any castle can be taken,

whether you're fighting
in the 14th century or the 21st.

To succeed
in a castle war,

you have to overcome
the garrison,

take the high ground,
and ultimately

capture the flag.

Okay? Enriquez.

All right. You set up
a command post, okay?

And here, you have
the guard-- Well, here.

First of all,
this is admin building,

Winter's office, guards.

Okay? Phase one,
neutralize Winter's guards.

Phase two, towers.

You control the towers,
you control the yard.

Tower one, tower two,
tower three, tower four.

Tower four is Zamorro--

Guy to watch.

Phase three,
water cannon.

Four, helicopter.

Helicopter's
the high ground.

Takin' the helicopter's
gonna be a bitch.

But it's doable.

Finally, the flag.

Capture the flag.

When we capture the flag,
it's raised upside down.

- Distress.
- [Irwin] Right.

Right.
Upside down means,

"Send help.
The fort has fallen."

We raise it upside down,
and keep it that way until
Wheeler arrives and sees it.

- Then, we've won.
- [Chuckles]

Yates, shut the fu--
You see what I mean about him?

[Dellwo] Hey, Yates...

what are you doin'
here, huh?

I don't know.
Ask him. He invited me.

I know his father served
with you in Vietnam,

but do we really
need him around?

Yeah. He stays.

- Duffy, you're in maintenance?
- Yes, sir.

[chattering]

Yates.

Got a minute?

How am I doin'?

Five-to-two,
in the colonel's favor.

Well, you don't
think I can win.

He knows too--

He knows too much.
He's prepared. He's ready.

He may be prepared, Yates,
but he's not ready.

You know,
we can use you.

Hey, look, I just want
to survive this and go home.

You make a deal
with him?

What? That's what I would do.
Go to you.

He knows what
you're capable of.Listen, man.

- But so do I.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, I know what
you're capable of.

- I know your type very well.
- Is that right?

From your years of experience
on the battlefield?

Why do you think
I should help you?

Can you get me
out of here?

No.Then what are you
going to do for me?

Oh, you're going to make me
a soldier again?

Is that what you're doing?

I get to be all I can be?
You gonna teach me to salute?

You know what?
This is about the time

I would be giving you
my internal soldier speech.

The truth is, you probably
never should've been a soldier.

Your father was.
That's how I saw him.

You saw him
as a disappointment.

Okay. Get past it.

That was then.

Only thing that matters is what
we are now and what we do now.

This man is going to you because
he sees the worst in you.

He's going to play for the
worst. I want to see the best.

That means there's no middle.
Now, these men need you.

And I need you.
Now, it's your choice.

And don't tell me you're
surviving here, Yates.

- You're hiding.- [scoffs]

[chuckling]

How's it going this
evening, sir?

- Fine, Sergeant. How are you?- Sir?

Prisoner Yates
wishes to have a word.

Give me five minutes,
Captain.

[door closes]

[clears throat] Hi.

- Hi. - [telephone ringing]

Colonel Winter's office.

Yeah. Yeah, go ahead
and just send it up.

[door opening, closing]

Sir.

- Sir?
- Yes.

Prisoner Yates.

[sighs]

You want me to do
this thing for you?

This 30 days--

This three months,
it's not gonna cut it.

I got to get out
of here immediately.

I got to get out
of here tomorrow.

I'm afraid
that's not possible.

Look, when
this thing explodes,

everyone's gonna know
it's me who yakked.

And then my life's
worth nothing.

So, either you get me out
of here immediately...

or you find another guy
who knows as much as I do...

and who's willing
to spill it. Good luck.

The soonest I can
get you out is one week.Sir, I'm not gonna last--

I won't last seven seconds
let alone seven days.

Well, you can ride
the week out in the hole.

No one will
get you there.

So what does Mr. Irwin
have planned for us?

He's planning
to take over the prison.

Really.

Well, that information
won't get you released.

That information won't even get
you extra potatoes at lunch.

I know the details.

I know how he plans
to neutralize your men,

how he plans to take over
the tower,

weapons and tools
he's building.

- Do you know when?- [Cutbush] I know you're there!

Yates! Yates,
I know you're in there![Guard] Cutbush!

You're a fucker, Yates!
You are gonna snitch!

Cutbush, shut up!
Cutbush, get down!

Shut up! Niebolt,
what's he doing up here?

He brought up the laundry,
and he went ape, sir.

All right. Enough!
Place this man in the SHU.

No one talks to him.
No one sees him.

- Understand? Guard his cell. - [guard] Yes, sir!

- Damn rat!
- What's the problem?

My mother's sick.
I'm trying to get a furlough.

- Shut up!
- Get him out of here!

Captain, with me.

[exhales sharply]
Oh, Jesus, man.

Now you have no choice,
or you're going

to spend the next three years
in solitary confinement.

[exhales]
I need more time.

I got to go back
into general.

I'll know somethin' tomorrow.
Come get me at 0500.

I need more time!

[guard] Inmates, one step
to the rear. March!

[bell rings]

♪ [man singing, indistinct]

♪ [singing continues]

- [guard] Sir?
- Where's Yates' cell?

It's 340, sir.

[Peretz] You ready to play?

- Morning, sir.
- Fall out.

Colonel?

Colonel.

Good morning.

Good morning.

So, what do you
have for me?

- Not much.
- Not much.

Then why are you here?

I thought there was something
you might wanna know.

When they take over,
they're going to fly
the flag upside down.

Upside down?

It's the international
sign of distress, sir.

Yes, I know what it means.

Where are they
going to get a flag?

They already have it.
Yours.

Mine.

Peretz, who was
in here yesterday?

I took it,
you murdering fuck.

I thought you
were smarter than that.

Yes, I know you did.

[groans]

[Zamorro] You gonna tell us
where that flag is?

Come on. Get up, Yates.
Where's the flag?

[spits] You know, you're a real
fuckin' coward, Zamorro.

And you're a big hero.
Let's go. Come on.

Get your hands off me,
motherfucker!

Fuckin' prick!

Shut up, Yates!

[breathes deeply]

[buzzer]

[man On P.A.]
All inmates on the rack.

This is a shakedown.

[guard] Go, go!

- Come on! Fall out!
- Let's go!

All inmates proceed to the yard through the south ports.

[guards continue yelling]

[buzzer][guard] On the double!
Move it!

Come on. Go, go!

This way, chief.

[guard] Let's go! Move it!

[shouting continues]

Over there, sir.

It's crazy, huh?
Let's go! Step it up!

- Come on! Let's go!
- [Dellwo] Really crazy.

Move it, prisoners!

- Go!
- All right!

[objects shattering]

Captain Peretz,
you will find my flag.

6:10.

6:10.

[commotion]

[Peretz] I don't wanna hear
that. You have your orders.

Find the damn thing.

Sir, they found
a lot of weaponry.

- But no flag.
- No, sir.

But at least we have
all their weapons.

There's nothing much
they can do now.

How many men do we have
searching the tiers?

We have close to a hundred.

Pretty much everybody
we could get.

[Winter]
It's not about the flag.

He wants to be in the yard.

Get our men out of the tiers
and into the yard now.

[blows whistle]
Everybody into the yard!

Riot formation!
Let's go! Double time!

[horn blaring]

Now!

Peretz! Get those men
into the yard, now!Yes, sir!

Alert the S.O.R.T. teams.
Go, go![speaks, indistinct]

Chain, chain, chain.

All right.

How's it feel, huh?
How's it feel?

[grunts] Bring him with us.

[inmate] To the hole!

Command post up,
fast!

[guard] Put me down!

You know what's going
to happen to you?

- Go, go, go!
- Let us out!

- Hey! Beaupre, is that you?- Yeah, yeah.

- Is it happening?
- Fuckin' "A" it's happening.

Damn it!

They chained the doors
to the tiers.

[Winter]
Yes. I can see that.

It's gonna take 'em
a little while to get around.

When they get here,
tell them to gear up,
but hold them.

They'll expect us
to come hard and fast,
so we won't.

- [gunshot] - Whoa! Hey!

Yates, you prick. I bet
against you and it cost me
a whole stash of smokes.

Yeah? There's
a lot of losers today.

- Go!
- [gunfire]

What's the deal?

Come on, Zamorro,
you motherfucker!

Come on! Come on!
You fucking believe this guy?

Okay, let's go.
Here we go.
Let's go. Let's go.

- Hey, get it out right now.
- Later, later.

[men yelling]

Listen to me. The colonel
said to hold them, okay?

Hold them.

[sighs]

Sir, maybe we should call
C.A.C. and get General Wheeler.

And say what, Captain?

Colonel Winter has lost control
of his own prison?

[shouting]

Keenan! Keenan,
you ready to go up, man?Yes, sir!

The trajectory
is going to be there.

Where do you want me?

This is Sergeant McLaren
from Fort Truman Prison.

Can I speak
to General Wheeler?

Well, you're gonna have
to wake the dude up, man.

This is
from Colonel Winter.

We're having, like,
an uprising here.

Go. Launch when ready.

Go, go, go! Come on!

Light her up.
Light her up.

Fire!

[grunting]

Sir. Colonel,
he wants to talk to you.

- Who does?
- Him.

Yes?

Colonel, I'm taking command
of your prison.

Like hell you are.

Come on, guys! Let's go!

Stop fuckin' around!
We don't got much time!

- Let's go! Come on, let's go!
- [Irwin] Dellwo.

Sir?

How close to ready?

- [gunshot]- Fuck! We're almost there, sir.

Sir, could... could you
come here, please?

What-what is that?

That thing right there
tucked away in the alley.

I don't know.

- Release the wave.
- [men yelling]

[Dellwo] Come on!

Get it up!

Go ahead and deploy
red and blue teams.

- [men shout, indistinct]- Let's go!

- Come on! Move!- [men yelling]

[yelling continues]

Defend!

Lock and load
the fucking thing now!

Take it up, take it up.

Light her!
Fire!

Gun! Bring me the gun!

Bring me the gun!

Bring it! Bring it!
Let's go! Come on!

Load her up. Load her up.
Charlie, you ready?

- Set!
- Clear! Fire!

Fuck me!
It worked, man!

Fire!

[indistinct shouting]

- [Irwin] Dellwo.
- Sir?

Move ten feet forward.

Yes, sir.

[Dellwo] Ten feet forward!

Ten feet forward!

Zamorro, target the man
loading the rocks
into the trebuchet.

Do not let him
put another one in.

Dellwo, you gonna
make it this time?

You betcha, sir.

Then now is the time.

All the way, sir!
Airborne! Hey, Jack!

- What?
- This is the one! Get it!

Come on.

No, this one
in the middle.

- Come on, baby.
- Fire!

[inmates cheering]

[cheering continues]

- [Dellwo] Fire!
- Sir!

[Enriquez] Come on!
Hold it there!

Let's go! Get it in there!
Last one!

- Make it count! Make it--
- [men screaming]

- Be still!
- Put it out! Put it out!

Hey! It's out!You never can tell
about these flames, man.

[chuckles] Told you I was gonna
get your ass back.

Sir.

Sir.

Watch the window.

Get that water cannon now.

- Duffy. Duffy?
- Just a few more minutes, sir.

Fall back! Fall back!

All personnel, fall back!

Come on! Faster!

[men groaning]

Come on, Duffy.
What are you doing?
Cut it off.

- Keep it going!
- [groans]

Let's shift to the C.P.!
Shift to the C.P.! Now! Go!

[men yelling]

[yelling]

Duffy...

what are you doing?

[inmate] Ha! Yes!

[men coughing]

- Charge!
-[men yelling]

Shit!

[yelling continues]

[grunts]

Whoo!You coward motherfucker,
Winter!

[telephone rings]Colonel,
it's your private line.

Get it.U.S.M.C.F.
Colonel Winter's office.

Uh, yes, sir.
Yes, sir. Please hold.

It's General Wheeler.

[Wheeler] We're on our way,
Colonel. There in 20 minutes.

I don't understand, sir.

You have a prison uprising.
You sent for help.

No, no. I nev--

We have the situation
under control, sir.

We're just...

- mopping up now.
- [Wheeler] Good.

Glad to hear it.
We'll see you in 20 then.

Very good, sir.

I want this over. Now.
Get them airborne.

[engines whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

Okay.

Aah!

Load the water cannon.

Go, go! Come on, man!

All right,
give me the grapple!

- Hurry up! Hook it on!
- [speaks, indistinct]

Where's the fuckin' water?

Now.

We're hooked!

[men shouting]

- Sir, I think that's Yates.
- Yes, I know.

- Hold on! - [cheering]

Where is he?

- [gunshot]
- [grunts]

Hey! What are you doing? Hey!

[Yates] Get this guy out!

Clear out. I'm going up.

Zamorro, take him out.

Stop him! Stop him!

To hell with
this rubber-bullet shit.

- [instrument panel beeping] - Come on!

[screaming]

[clicks radio on and off]

- [Irwin] Come on. - [groans]

[Yates] Oh, no.

I never wrecked one before.

Don't talk.
Go. Move.

Go! Get out! Go!

You okay, Yates?

Let's go.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

[Dellwo] Fall in!

Let's go, men!

In formation, now!
On the double!

Let's go, soldiers!
Now!

Let's go!

Dress right!

Dress!

Ready... front!

Cover!

The men are assembled, sir.

[buzzer]

First and second squad,
move out.

Third and fourth squad,
move out.

I have authorized
the use of lethal ammunition
at this facility.

Any prisoner who refuses
to obey my commands
will be shot.

All prisoners
down on the ground,

now!

I will give that command
one more time.

Then I will
fire into them.

Surely, you don't want
that on your conscience,

do you,
Prisoner Irwin?

All prisoners
down on the ground, now!

[Irwin] Wait.

We don't have to do this.
We'll fight on.

No. It ends here.

Men, get down!

You, too, Yates.

That's an order.

Now, give me my flag.

It's not your flag.

[Winter] What are
you doing, Mr. Irwin?

You have lost.

I will not let you do this.

You will not raise
that flag upside down!

Get down on the ground
or you will be fired upon.

This is my command!

You will not raise
that flag upside down!

Designated marksman,
open fire.

Selected marksman,
open fire.

Open fire on that man!
That's an order!

What are they--
What are they doing?

What are you doing?
Do it now! Open fire!

Do not let him
desecrate that flag!
Open fire on that man!

What are they doing?

McLaren, Niebolt, with me!

Niebolt, stay
where you are.

Don't you defy me.

Don't you see what he's doing?
He's undermining my command!

Don't you see?

Don't you see what he's doing?

Don't you see
what he's doing?

Step away from the flag!
Step away from the flag!

[gunshots]

[Peretz] Colonel! Colonel,
put the gun down, sir.

[Peretz] Please, Colonel,
put the gun down.

[gasps]

[Peretz] Colonel.

Sir, it's over now.

Just give it to me.

- [breathing heavily]- [Peretz] Prisoners stay down.

Hey, Doc!

[guard] Go now!

[Peretz] McLaren, get 'em
back in the tiers.

[McLaren] "A" team,
"B" team, move out now.

[guard] Let's go!
Hands behind your head!

All right!
On your feet!

- [men shouting]
- [grunting]

[guard] Let's go, people.
Hands behind your head.

[McLaren] Prisoners will
return to the cell block.

[speaks, indistinct]

- Come on, Doc.
- He's bleeding.

We got an ambulance
on the way.Get him to the hospital.

[Yates] A great general
once said,

"You tell your men,
'You're soldiers.

"'That's our flag.'

"You tell them,
'Nobody takes our flag.'

"'Raise your flag so it flies
high where everyone can see it.

'Now you've got yourself
a castle.'"

♪ [steel-String guitar]

[man]
♪ Where the years have gone
I have years to go ♪

♪ Workin' for the man
to pay the debt I owe ♪

♪ Well, the time may pass
but the truth will stand ♪

♪ When the good Lord
shakes this callus hand ♪

♪ You can call my name
It's time to go ♪

♪ But I'll never be free
till it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ Ain't no man
gonna carry my load ♪

♪ I gotta be a man
and do it on my own ♪

♪ Devil's in my path
and the hound's on my heel ♪

♪ Have to walk in my shoes
just to know how I feel ♪

♪ The devil's callin' my name
He's the one who knows ♪

♪ That I'll never be free
till it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ Chiseled in stone

♪ Well, I keep on goin'
though there's no way out ♪

♪ Every stone in my path
is a brick in my house ♪

♪ A man's life is built
all along the way ♪

♪ By the things that he's done
and the choices he's made ♪

♪ Someday they'll call my name
I'll have a place of my own ♪

♪ But I'll never be free
till it's chiseled in stone ♪

♪ On the final day
when the whistle blows ♪

♪ I can rest my body
I can rest my soul ♪

♪ I built my castle
in the promised land ♪

♪ It's made of rocks and stone
and like the shifting sands ♪

♪ When they mention my name
after I'm long gone ♪

♪ Well, they'll know
I'm free ♪

♪ 'Cause it's chiseled
in stone ♪

♪ Chiseled in stone