Original subtitles

(birds chirping)

- [Judge] Alright.

Let me talk to you about it.

Slumberland interim.

When it's time to lay down and die.

We got just the place for you.

And we got just the box to put you in.

We go from the copper burnish model,

all the way down to the pine box.

Beautiful pine box.

Two boys on a roller skate drag you out the door.

There are two locations to Slumberland.

On the East side of town, 126th and Vernon.

With revolving blue headlight.

And across town at 126th and East Vernon, Slumberland two.

(yelling) (guns firing)

The big D.

It happens to us all.

- Hold it right there!

(gun firing)

God damn it, you're both dead!

(guns firing)

- [Judge] Slumberland.

(wailing) (guns firing)

- Come on. - Hold it!

(guns firing)

You're under arrest, God damn it!

(gun firing)

Come on, Pan, come on Jackie.

- I said hold it! (gun firing)

- Jackie! (screaming)

(gun firing)

(baby crying)

- God, Jake, you're hurt!

- Yes, keep going.

Go ahead, I'll see you at Sparky's.

Go!

- Ah!

- [Judge] You will be transported from here

to Connerville Correctional Institute for Women.

You're an accessory to the grievous,

bodily assault of a police officer.

A particularly foul offense.

(ominous music)

For your refusal to reveal the names

of your partners in crime, I feel no regret

in sentencing you to a term of no less than 10,

nor more than 40 years.

For possession of dangerous drugs

and accessory to attempted murder.

(intense buzzing)

(ominous music)

(moaning)

(suspenseful music)

(laughing)

(alarm buzzing)

- Cell block 11, mail call.

Samboso, Trunkee.

To garbage duty. (ominous music)

- Thanks.

- Get her!

(women chattering)

- Bad skin.

Cook for days.

(women chattering)

- So this salesman dips into this train station men's room,

and he sees this machine on the wall.

Handy dandy wife away from home.

You know, there was a big round hole.

Put the dime in, pulls out his John Hancock.

Sticks his John Hancock in the hole.

(buzzing)

Grabs his thingy, pulls it out,

and there's a button sewn on the end.

- Oh come on. (steady music)

- Yeah Charlie?

Yeah, Biff's here with the new arrivals, gate one.

Yeah, coming in now.

They're just going around the hill.

Yeah, here they come.

They're coming into the compound.

Okay buddy, they're all yours.

- [PA Speaker] Dr. Randall.

Dr. Randall.

Please report to clinic for in-processing new arrivals.

(engine rumbling)

- Okay ladies, move it.

Come on, we haven't got all day.

Oh let's go, let's go, come on.

All the way.

(humming)

- Alright ladies.

Please remove all articles.

On the other side of the line, please.

Please remove all articles of clothing at this time.

And this is your last opportunity

to surrender any concealed narcotics, drugs,

or weapons on your person.

- What's next?

- You'd be surprised at the foreign objects we find

inside new arrivals.

- Yeah, I would be.

- Listen, I don't enjoy this ritual any more than you do.

(humming)

Now what we're going to do now is some calisthenics.

I'd like you girls to help me.

We're going to start off with deep knee bends for openers.

(smacking)

(women chattering)

(spitting)

- Ooh!

- If I ever get out of this hole,

I'm gonna write my life story.

All men are shit.

- Yeah, I could add a few chapters myself.

- How long are you in for, as a matter of fact?

- Who us?

We're really reporters disguised as prisoners.

We're going for the Pulitzer Prize.

As a matter of fact,

we don't ask questions like that around here.

- But what's your name, miss pretty sight?

- Jacqueline Wilson.

- Hi Jackie, I'm Belle, this is Pandora.

- It is so claustrophobic in here.

- [Pandora] You better work on that.

You don't want to wind up like Bonnie over there.

Bonnie, she had claustrophobia.

(ominous music)

Used to scream and shout

every time they'd lock her in a cell.

- Yeah, it was really terrible.

She made such a nuisance out of herself,

they finally took her over the clinic.

- What did they do to her there?

- Don't know, but she doesn't scream and shout anymore.

(women chattering)

Come on, baby, come on.

Mm-hmm.

I know I can do it, come on.

Do it!

Snake eyes. (mellow music)

- What do you want to do next?

- Anything that's good.

- Why don't you do your own little thing

and I'll do my little thing, alright?

(women chattering) (melancholy music)

- They really expect us to wear these things?

- Hey, I don't care what you wear, lady.

Just stay away from me.

- Oh, terrific.

You and me are really gonna get along great.

Gonna have a lot of fun.

(peeing)

(women chattering)

- God damn it! (thudding)

Who copped my smokes?

(suspenseful music)

(gasping)

(slapping)

Where are they? (suspenseful music)

(women laughing)

- I'm sorry, Maggie.

- You stinking klepto!

You don't even smoke. (slaps)

- She's had enough of that.

Can't help herself.

She's sick that way.

- Oh really? (alarm buzzing)

Yeah alright.

She's had enough this time.

But if she rips me off just one more time,

I'm gonna spill a can of kick-ass all over her butt.

- [Guard] For lockup.

(melancholy music) (dog barking and howling)

- Please help me.

(ominous music)

- Over here.

(groaning)

(ominous music)

(shushing)

(ominous music)

- Help me!

- You must not resist.

Please.

- Can you help me?

(key clicking)

- Hold it, you're busted.

Hold it.

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct chattering)

Hold it, buddy.

Hold it, hold it. (door slamming)

(intense music) (screaming)

- [Inmate] Girl, stop that damn noise!

- [Other Inmate] Get down and shut up!

- [Inmate] I know who you are!

- [Female Inmate] I'm gonna kill you

if you don't shut up!

- Jesus, why is everybody screaming?

- [Female Inmate] You crazy idiot!

- What's going on? (shushing)

Oh come on, you guys, look.

(women screaming)

Everybody stop screaming, please.

I want to go to sleep. - [Inmate] Stop screaming!

(women singing)

- Cops chasing Pinocchio through the woods,

palming his little wooden ass.

He sees Cinderella in the clearing,

and he jumps under her dress.

Wow.

What a hideout.

The pigs run right by them.

Cinderella, she says to Pinocchio,

tell me, is it true that your nose grows

each time you tell a lie, Pinocchio?

Pinocchio says from beneath the dress,

"Sure is, Cinderella."

"Tell a lie, Pinocchio."

He does.

"Tell the truth."

And he does.

"Now lie.

Truth.

Lie, lie, lie, lie!"

(engine rumbling)

- My rap is assault with a deadly weapon.

I went after some bastard with a broken bottle.

- Did you- - Kill him, no.

Cut his balls off instead.

- You did?

- Didn't need the mothers anyway.

- Wow.

- Hey.

What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?

(upbeat music)

- Cool it, hey, cool it! (women chattering)

(men chattering)

- Let's go, hurry up, come on.

- Over there. (upbeat music)

- That means.

(women chattering) (slow clapping)

- Ooh, doctor, my temperature is rising.

(women laughing and chattering)

(upbeat music) (cheering and whistling)

(clapping) (upbeat music)

- Oh when the saints come marching in.

- Oh how I long to be in that new world.

- [Both] When the saints go marching in.

(cheering and clapping)

- Well hello, Bill!

How are you tonight?

- Unbelievable, George.

I feel just like a fattened cock.

(laughing)

- More like a quarrelsome pecker to me.

(laughing) (upbeat music)

(scat singing)

(clapping and cheering)

- [Inmate] Ooh, shake it!

(inmates chattering)

(whistling)

- Hey Bill.

- Yeah, George.

- Just saw that pussy cat of yours

running around like crazy.

Up fire escapes, down alleys, and into basements.

What's happening, babe?

- You know, George.

I just had that cat de-balled,

and now he's out breaking engagements.

(laughing)

- Speaking of sex.

- Who was speaking of sex, George?

- I vowed that I'd never have sex with my wife

until after we married.

- Now why, George?

- What about you?

- Don't know, George.

(laughing)

What was your wife's name?

(laughing and clapping)

- Hey Bill.

What's a good gift for a girl who has everything?

- Everything?

- Everything.

- Say, that's easy, silly.

Penicillin! (laughing)

(singing)

(clapping) (scat singing)

(clapping)

(steady drumming) (women chattering)

(knocking) (laughing)

- Enter, Jeeves.

- Breakfast, my lord?

Potatoes.

(whistling)

(laughing)

Take it easy, my lord! (thudding)

(laughing)

It's so big, sir!

- It's up to no good!

Fetch me my mighty trousers.

I'm going to smuggle this to the city!

(laughing)

(singing)

(laughing and clapping)

(tapping) (all chattering)

- Some climax.

(tapping) (chair buzzing)

(melancholy music)

(ominous music)

(all cheering)

- Don't you realize it was sex

that put you behind bars in the first place?

- [All] Yeah!

- Stealing, to dress better for a man.

Fornicating, to fatten the pockets of women using pimps.

Killing to eliminate a sexual rival.

(all cheering)

Give me contrition.

(all cheering)

Let's have redemption.

- [All] Redemption!

- Repentance, repentance!

- [All] Repentance!

- Away with the debt to society.

(all cheering and clapping)

(intense music)

That show of yours last night

was positively disgusting.

Given the chance to express yourselves,

you went straight to the gutter.

Even for criminals, you're just a particularly

poor reflection on womanhood.

- The others seemed to dig it.

- Exactly.

Which of you was responsible

for the contents of that exhibition?

- I beg your pardon?

- This pornography seems to suggest

that you might be the creative ones.

- [Pandora] Where'd you get this?

- Found in a routine search of your cell this morning.

I don't like the hostility you're projecting, Williams.

- You got real problems, superintendent.

- I'm afraid yours are just beginning.

I think a couple of days in solitary on a minimal diet

will give you time to think this over, Williams.

We'll rap about this later.

- Rap my ass.

- You know, I had the strangest,

most disturbing dream last night.

Disturbing, but...

Oddly gratifying.

- Pig. - Get in.

(thudding) (gate clicking)

(heart beating)

- Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Let's hurry up.

Come on, get going.

(water running) (women chattering)

Alright, it's ready, get in.

(water running) (women chattering)

- 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40,

41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46.

- What kind of dump is this?

Man...

They can't put Pandora in lock up

just for having a picture of her boyfriend, can they?

- It's usually believing around here.

(women chattering)

(indistinct mumbling)

(water running) (women chattering)

- Not around here, McQueen, sorry.

- Well well, what have we here?

A little social worker right here in Connerville.

Listen.

Take care of yourself,

and don't stir it up with McQueen.

- 450, 451.

(banging) (gasping)

- Woops. - 453, 454, 455, 456.

- You got me, sister?

- Look, I'm not bothering you.

So just get off my case.

- I'm not on it, yet,

but you're about to get a case.

(smacking) (gasping)

(ominous music)

I'm gonna knock your pretty little teeth

so far in your throat

you're gonna get a picket fence around your asshole.

(yelling) (suspenseful music)

(women shouting)

(smacking)

(screaming) (wailing)

I slipped.

- Same here.

- Oh, you slipped, too.

There's one thing you better learn, Wilson, Jacqueline,

before you find yourself assigned for CPT.

- CPT?

- Corrective physical therapy.

We have a violent sorority here,

and very strong ways of dealing with it.

- Is putting Pandora Williams in solitary confinement

supposed to correct her?

- No, we punish here as well as correct.

I see that maybe you're begging for another demonstration.

- Look, superintendent, I'll-

- You look, Wilson, Jacqueline.

I've seen your file.

I know that both your parents are dead,

but you come from a good family.

Now tow the line and avoid trouble like the plague.

You're in a house of desperate women here.

And a long, long way from home.

(gentle ominous music)

- You might as well know.

I don't care.

I was hitchhiking with a friend from back East,

about six months ago.

I stabbed a guy.

He was raping my friend.

Died, son of a bitch.

- Lavelle, how long you in for?

- The guy's father was a senator, or something.

I got first degree murder.

I'm in for life.

(alarm ringing)

(tapping)

- [Guard] Today's duty assignments as follows.

Wilson, Cromwell, Cuttery, Jones.

Report to kitchen after showers.

All others, agricultural therapy.

(coughing)

(women chattering)

- 595, 594, 593,

592, 591. (water running)

(banging)

588, 587, 586, 585, 584.

(water running)

- Hey everybody, hurry up, come on!

(women chattering)

- 578, 577, 576, 575,

574, 573, 572. (banging)

(water running)

(ominous music)

430, 429, 428, 427, 426,

425, 424, 422, 421...

- Yeah they changed me.

Yeah I'm working 'til 3:30 in the morning now.

- 420, 419, 418, 417, 416, 415, 414,

413, 412, 411, 4...

Seven, six, five, four, three,

four two, four one.

399, 398, 397, 396, 395, 394,

393, 392, 391, 390, (buzzing)

389, 388, 387, 386, 385.

(water running)

(women chattering)

(machines whirring)

192, 191, 190.

189, 188, 187, 186, 185,

184, 183, 182, 181, 180,

179, 178, 177, 176.

(ominous music)

173, 172, 171.

Pandora, can you hear me?

170, 169. - Pandora?

(thudding)

- 168, 167, 166. - Belle?

- 165, 164, 163. - How long I been in here?

- 162, 161, 160.

I'll be back.

159, 158, 157.

(water running) (women chattering)

122, 121, 120, 119. (ominous music)

- Okay girls, fun time's over.

Let's get lined up.

In the back, please, knock knock.

(Water running) (women chattering)

(ominous music)

- Do you see Belle?

- 18, 17, 16.

- 17, 18, 19, 20.

It's gotta be 20.

(banging)

- It was just one of those mornings.

(toilet flushing)

- Needed some salt.

(ominous music)

Get it off.

Get it off!

- Say, you read lips?

- What?

You son of a- (yelling)

(gun firing)

- Run Maggie. (gasping)

(ominous music)

- Are you going with us?

What about her?

- Screw her!

And you too then!

Jesus.

This could be the start of something big.

(fire crackling) (ominous music)

(exploding) (wailing)

(gasping)

(exploding) (wailing)

(gun firing repeatedly)

(fire roaring) (yelling)

(guns firing)

(knife clinking)

(ominous music)

(wailing) (grunting)

- Rebellion.

Rebellion.

Assault on prison personnel.

And destruction of federal property.

CPT! (ominous music)

- You're next.

- Can I see McQueen, please?

- Sure, come on.

(door slamming)

(lock clinking)

(ominous music) (machine whirring)

- Fine, put her on the table.

- Uh uh, no way!

I want to see McQueen!

I want to see the warden!

No, no!

Please, no!

McQueen only said a warning.

(wailing)

The warning, the warning.

I want to see McQueen.

Hey man, you are fucking crazy.

I mean, look at me.

Look at me, would you look at me!

You're crazy, this is rape!

- Relax yourself. - I want to talk to McQueen.

You can't do this to me.

(buzzing) (yelling)

(screaming)

No, please, no, no!

Please, I won't hurt anyone anymore.

I promise you, I won't hurt anyone.

Please, please, I won't-

(screaming) (buzzing)

Don't hurt me anymore, okay?

(muffled screaming) (buzzing)

(wailing)

(buzzing) (screaming)

- You ball-less what-

(muffled screaming)

(buzzing) (screaming)

(buzzing) (screaming)

I knew that son of a bitch doctor

was 10 feet off the floor,

but I didn't know he was a God damned

perverted sadistic maniac, too.

That shit's been outlawed.

They ain't lighting me up

like a fucking Christmas tree no more.

I'm getting out of here if it freaking kills me!

- Wilson.

Wilson.

Hey.

Are you alright?

Hey, you're acting just like Bonnie did.

Listen.

Sweetheart, it's gonna be alright, believe me.

Everything's gonna be cool.

Super cool.

Hey.

You know what we're gonna be doing next week?

Pandora, you, and me,

we're gonna be drinking champagne, eating caviar,

with a room full of men like you wouldn't believe.

Well isn't that better (alarm buzzing)

than being six feet under with a bunch of worms?

- [Officer] Attention, attention.

Lights out in one minute.

Back to your units. - Okay.

Say hi to the worms for me.

- Belle, you're crazy.

- Yeah, I know.

Just crazy enough to get out of here.

(melancholy music) (weeping)

Leave with us, Wilson.

Do me a favor.

For God sakes, please stay out of trouble.

- He took to her buttocks,

as she was on her back.

(laughing)

Then she wrapped her legs around him.

(alarm ringing)

(tapping on bars)

- [Officer] Up and at 'em, people.

Rise and shine.

Wilson and Cromwell, report to clinic for CPT,

following agricultural training.

- Not again.

- 488, 487, 486, 485, 484, 483,

482, 481. (women chattering)

(water running)

360. (machine whirring)

(water running)

300.

260, 259, 258, 257, 256, 255.

- Help!

- Don't scream, I won't hurt you.

(thudding)

(thudding)

(tea kettle whistling)

- She's dead.

(rumbling)

(whispering)

- [Guards] Come on, move it on.

Come on come on come on.

(yelling) (smacking)

- Help!

Somebody!

Somebody help me!

I didn't do it!

Somebody, back door!

(melancholy music)

(chattering)

- Come on, now, huh.

I'm getting a little hot.

I got to stand out here all day.

Come on, come on, why not, huh?

Be gone like 15 minutes.

Behind some fat weeds.

Behind the tree, the prisoners ain't gonna see.

- Tree?

(melancholy music)

- They need a job where they have to pick up shit.

(yelling) (thudding)

(suspenseful music)

- Help her!

(smacking) (suspenseful music)

(blowing whistle)

(gun firing)

- Go that way, I'll cut through here.

- Don't! (gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

(panting)

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

- Go on, Maggie.

(guns firing) (suspenseful music)

Go, yay!

(guns firing)

(yelling)

(gun firing)

- Don't shoot, don't shoot.

(suspenseful music) (engine rumbling)

- Thanks for the lift.

- Think nothing of it.

- [Jacqueline] Know where we're going?

- I know where I'm going.

- She knows where she's going.

- You know, they're going to bust

your little friend back there pretty bad, don't you?

- Yeah, I guess they are.

- You handle yourself pretty good when you have to.

- So can you.

- I've had all the best teachers, babe.

- No way was I gonna flip out

or tune out like those other weaklings.

Hurry it up, would ya? (honking horn)

- Hey take it easy, hey?

- So, I decided to be just like

the toughest person I know, Jack.

The crook that railroaded me in the first place.

(honking horn)

God damn it, what you doing there, making it?

- Look lady, you want to do this?

- Sounds like quite a guy.

- We robbed a million banks together.

Never the same city twice.

Iowa, New Orleans, all the little

country town in between. (shushing)

It's easy if you got a gun

and you know how to move fast.

- Yeah, we really had it down.

- I never got caught.

Except once. (door slamming)

Thanks to that pair of balls, Jack.

Holy shit. (rattling)

- Hey punk, where's your john?

- Right around the corner.

Just follow your snout.

- Kiss my ass, punk.

(dog barking)

(steady music)

(dog barking)

Hey, hey, where's my car?

- What are you talking about?

- Where's my car, God damn it?

- What are you talking about?

I don't see no car.

How do I know you had a car?

Hey buddy, you're crazy! (yelling)

Wait man!

Got hedges and a bicycle around here.

Shit. (thudding)

(door clicking)

- Come on, out!

- Shit.

(doctor humming)

(door slamming)

(humming)

- Why do I do these things?

I should have let 'em shoot her.

(banging)

Shit.

What did she ever do for me?

(banging) Oh!

♪ Although you're older than me ♪

♪ It makes no difference you see ♪

♪ 'Cause you are my shining star ♪

♪ You've have a passion for love ♪

♪ Jealousy for dove ♪

♪ Your lips-♪ (singing fades)

- [Child] Daddy.

- Oh no, not again. (siren wailing)

- Now what?

- Get out.

You, the dog, everybody. (steady music)

Out.

Did you ever hear of a citizen's arrest, citizen?

This is a citizen's arrest, buddy.

And you're- - Use the-

- Randy, get the dog biscuits.

- Use the clutch.

(muttering) (engine revving)

(upbeat music)

- Come on, I'll hurt you like you want to be hurt.

(moaning) (panting)

Get in here, big boy.

(moaning)

(gasping)

- Crazy?

Crazy Alice!

- Maggie!

Maggie, out of sight, oh wow.

When did you get out?

- Right now.

- How the hell are you?

- This is Jacqueline Wilson.

She's a little strange, but she's cool.

- Crazy. - Hi.

- And she needs to use the phone.

- It's right down here.

- What is with this nonsense?

- I got laid off at the plant.

What are you gonna do?

- What are you gonna do?

- Damn it, come on, woman.

- Sparky, I got ya.

Listen, it's Wilson, I need Jake,

and I need some IDs.

- Oh shit.

And Billy?

- Busted.

- Frank.

- Dead.

- No Sparky, he can't be dead.

(upbeat music)

- Carolyn, then.

(thudding)

- You're under arrest on suspicion

of soliciting and prostitution.

Anything you wish to say may be held against you.

- That is an insult!

- Anything you wish to say may be held against you!

And that goes for you too, sweetheart.

- Like you say, buddy.

I ain't going anywhere with you.

- Come on, Crazy!

(moaning)

(smacking)

- Holy shit.

This is it for me.

I'm out on double parole already.

- Bullshit, Crazy.

Don't you know some place we can hide out?

- My sister's place.

- Is that cool?

- Are you kidding?

She's crazier than me.

- Okay.

Get more than you bargained for, sweetheart?

- You know, doctor,

there's so many things about modern technology

that I don't understand.

Things that must be crystal clear

to a man of science like yourself.

Rockets to the moon,

correcting human behavior with drugs and surgery.

I don't know.

Perhaps I'm just old fashioned.

(typewriter ticking)

That thing's not on, is it?

(clicking)

An inmate murders a kitchen matron.

As much a tragedy for the inmate as it is for the old lady.

And to me, too, because you see,

I'm responsible for both of them.

Can you assure me that this operation of yours won't

radically guarantee that

this girl's capacity for violence

will be completely absolved?

- Killing that helpless old woman.

- Forever.

With a single twist of the drill.

You've seen the mellowing effect

it's had on Flowers, Bonnie.

- Well then.

So be it.

Oh, you'll make sure, of course,

that she'll sign the voluntary release.

- Yes, of course.

- Thank you, doctor.

(sighing)

- I hate to mention it.

- The escapees?

Don't worry.

They'll be back.

(upbeat music)

- This is the life.

Is this the life? - [Jacqueline] The life.

- Hey, did you check the look

on that badge's face

when Wilson got him right between the legs?

That was beautiful.

- What you gonna do now, Wilson?

- I don't know.

- Would you like to make some dollars?

Alice has a tip on some easy.

- It could be illegal.

- [Jacqueline] Yeah, I could use some money.

- You know that friend of yours, Sparky,

could he get us some guns and a good set of wheels?

- He says he can get anything.

- Then get him on the phone.

- Let's call him up.

- Belle Tyson. (slapping)

If you want a shot at parole.

Do you want to get out of prison?

- I do.

- I want you to sign a form (ominous music)

that will permit me to do some work on you.

To satisfy me.

That it's okay for you to be paroled,

that you're not a menace to the community.

Is it a deal?

You don't want to kill again, do you?

Is it a deal, Belle?

- Uh huh.

- By God, you won't regret this.

(banging)

- Now your conduct's been good,

prior to the incident at the grove.

I don't know.

Maybe it was a negative influence of your cell mate

that made you break your pattern.

- Maybe it was.

- Yes, you could be eligible for parole

in eight to 10 years if you keep your record clean.

Now I put a temporary hold on your corrective therapy.

And I've given you a job at the clinic.

So, make the most of it.

Keep your eyes open, and learn.

(door slamming)

(door slamming)

- We'll have you better real soon.

Just leave it up to me.

Just leave it up to me.

Alright.

(door slamming)

(door slamming)

(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(camera clicking) (ominous music)

(camera clicking)

(ominous music)

(weeping)

(zipping)

(weeping)

(upbeat music)

(engine rumbling)

- Up against the wall, lady, move, move!

- I don't believe it. - I do.

Hurry it up!

Don't even move that fine ass of yours.

Get that cash in those sacks.

(gun firing) (alarm ringing)

(coughing)

- Fuck that.

- Oh mister, please.

I think I'm going to faint if I can't have a cigarette.

- So faint!

- Oh please!

- Fire on up, babe.

(gun firing)

- You!

- Okay buckeroo, get 'em up,

and I do mean your hands.

- Oh babe.

- Hurry up with those bags.

(engine rumbling)

(sirens wailing) (tires screeching)

Okay buddy, get moving.

- Here's looking at you, babe.

- Right, move.

- Come on!

- Hold it!

- You too, darling.

(guns firing)

(upbeat music)

(alarm ringing)

Bye bye now!

(upbeat music)

- Psycho-surgery, you mean when they

cut off a piece of a person's brain to-

- Curb the flow of violent tendencies in the individual.

By eliminating her abilities to maintain that

violent thought for any length of time.

- Yeah.

What about their other thoughts?

(women chattering)

Pandora.

It's about Belle.

- What about Belle?

- Well, it's none of my business,

but they're doing really weird things to her.

- Spit it out, girl.

- The doctor, he's crazy.

- They must have given you

one jolt too many in there, sister.

You're in a dangerous frame of mind.

- I've gotta go back for them.

- That's your problem!

I'm not putting my ass in the sling for them.

- I'll pay good money for your help.

I've got a foolproof plan.

- You've got an impossible fucking dream, toots.

Crazy.

- Never been done before, and that's bad.

- Right.

- But they won't be expecting it, and that's good.

- Right.

- I'd sure like to meet that doctor

you two have been telling me about.

Price is right, too, Maggie.

- I'm not going back inside.

- You won't have to.

- Okay.

(humming)

- Hey doctor!

(tapping) (chattering)

(gentle melancholy music)

(drill whirring)

- Is everybody comfortable back there?

- Shit man, I've had to piss for about two hours.

- Bernice!

Must be one of them runaways.

- God damn it.

Hey, when are we gonna get there, anyway?

- Okay buddy, nice and easy now.

Drop that bottle.

No more brew for you, lard ass.

(guns firing) (yelling)

God.

It's only a scratch.

Anybody got a bandaid?

- Bandaid, bandaid.

- My name's Crazy, honey.

What's yours?

- Bernice.

- Two choices, Bernice.

Do what we say starting now,

or say goodbye to the world.

- I'll take the first.

(upbeat music)

- Who were those men?

Watch out, here comes a ride.

- Hello, pretty chicky babies

Come on in.

All kinds of good things.

(engine revving)

(humming)

(door slamming)

(clock ticking)

- Guard, guard, I'm hurt!

(engine rumbling)

- Welcome home, kid.

- Hi Bernice. - Hi.

- Hey, where's Biff?

- He got the clap. (laughing)

- Let us through, we're very late.

- Okay, go ahead.

(clock ticking)

(machine whirring)

(doctor humming)

(gasping)

- Is the doctor here? - Yeah.

- Okay, sign in.

- Where is she?

- There.

(doctor humming) (clock ticking)

- Scalpel.

(machine whirring)

- Don't lay another finger on her.

- How dare you, get out of here!

- No!

- Who?

- The doctor, is he inside yet?

- Yeah, I think he's here.

- Give her something to wake her up.

(clock ticking)

- That's impossible.

- Your life depends on it, baby.

- Williams.

Calm down.

Drop the knife, drop the knife, dear.

Go on, give me the knife, give me the knife.

- Forget it, McQueen, just forget it!

(cocking gun)

(slamming)

- Holler back, or do something!

(wailing)

- You got some phone calls to make, McQueen.

- Don't be absurd.

- Now! (phone ringing)

- Superintendent's officer, Pinter speaking.

Yes.

Take off his pants, the gate.

- They say they'll kill me (clock ticking)

unless we answer the letter.

I believe they're desperate enough to do it.

Pinter! - That's good.

- Superintendent. (tapping phone)

Oh my God. (slamming phone)

(clock ticking)

- What's going on, Pandora?

- We're breaking out of here, Belle.

- What's taking so long?

- There are the forms.

Your pictures, too.

(gasping)

- Jim, how could you?

(gulping) (smacking)

- Okay.

(grunting)

(clock ticking)

- You better pray your people

aren't trying anything funny, lady.

You know, you look real good like that.

What the hell is taking so long?

(siren wailing)

- Let's go.

- Let me out of here!

Let's go, come on.

(engine revving)

(wind howling)

- Hold it, shit.

(engine rumbling)

(horn honking)

- Hold, hold, hold on!

(guns firing)

- Driver, what's that?

(screaming) (guns firing)

- This must be the women's prison.

- Hold! (guns firing)

- Come on, Crazy!

(guns firing)

(tires screeching)

(guns firing) (wailing)

(screaming)

Some of us couldn't just go back in there!

(guns firing)

- Fucking pussies! (guns firing)

(gasping)

(guns firing)

- Oh fuck!

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching) (guns firing)

(wailing)

(guns firing)

Come on!

(guns firing)

(engine revving) (guns firing)

(suspenseful music) (tires screeching)

(upbeat instrumental music)