All language subtitles for Chattahoochee.1989.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG2_English

When you come back a certified hero...

it kind of raises people's expectations.

Makes them think you're a big guy.

It started off like any other Sunday,
as far as I could see.

I can't even remember
what I did that morning.

You always think, I guess,
that if you'd seen it coming...

you could have done something.

But I don't know
what it would have been.

He seemed normal enough
the last time I seen him...

a little tight around the eyes,
but nothing worth mentioning.

Like maybe he looked
right after he came back from Korea.

Wondering what makes the body
do things?

Especially family.
And he's your brother and all.

Anyways, all I know is...

that right after church,
everything went to blew it.

What the...

What's going on?

Oh, my God!

Y'all better get the police!

Hey, come on!

You better get out of here. Come on. Get!

I'll hold you up, Ella.

I made myself keep thinking,
"I gotta do it. Gotta keep going.

"Gotta provide for them."

Goddamn that fucking showoff
son of a bitch!

- Where the hell did he put it?
- I don't know. Did you look in the...

That asshole.

- Here he comes again.
- He's coming out again.

Get your head down.

Call the police!

Get back in there!

Hello?

Hi, honey. It's Earlene.

I can't talk now.

Emmett, what happened?

Hey, you guys! He's in there!

This was it. This was the moment.

Look out!

- Is there anybody with him?
- How the hell do I know?

Son of a bitch. Are we going to get him?

What do you think?

We better get him.

Why don't he duck?

- Is Leonard coming?
- I don't know.

Hey, people!
Y'all stay back, now!

Stay back. I mean it!

Is anybody hurt yet?

He shot my wife! He dropped her!

Jesus Christ.

She called the ambulance.

Mason, get on that thing. Find out
what's happening and who's coming.

- You trying to kill him?
- Yes, I'm trying to kill him!

Oh, my Lord. Would you look?

All them police cars. Lord save us!
What's happening?

Mae, what's happening?

- What in the world...
- Please, just shut up!

Now, y'all stop just there. Stop it.

You stay here with the baby, Mama.

Look out, he's shooting again!

Don't roll that up. It's hot.

What's he doing?

He's shooting up the whole neighborhood.
That's what he's doing.

He ain't gonna get a medal for this one,
not for shooting out folks' windows.

This ain't Korea.

Is Earlene here yet?

All right, people.
Back behind those barricades.

Stay there.
We don't want anybody hurt here.

I don't know what to think.

He never done nothing like this before.

Ever.

Hi, I got here as quick as I could.

I had to stop by
and get Mama and Daddy.

Your brother's gone crazy!

Blazing away like this is Korea.

They're going to kill him.

Hey, you police! Don't shoot him.

- He ain't hurting nobody.
- He shot my wife!

She's bleeding, everybody!

- She's just laying here bleeding!
- How bad is it?

I'll kill him!

You gonna come out now?
Once and for all!

I ain't coming out.

Lord God, am I ever gonna get it.

Honey, it's me.

We're all waiting out here for you, darling.

Come on out nice, now.

Everything's gonna be all right now, honey.

She's right, Emmett.

You come out now, so all these nice folks
can get home to their supper.

Mama's here, and Daddy!

They're real eager to see you.

You come on out, now!

Let's all just forget what's happened.

Put down that gun and go home.

All right, Mr. Foley?

I'm going to die now.

What's happened? What's he done?

Emmett, what've you done?

He shot himself.

Lord God, he shot himself!

It's locked, Earlene.

I have the key right here.

I keep it locked because of the dog.
He let it out once.

He was so scared.

He's always come back.

Here, ma'am, let me help you.

Mama Foley, won't you come in?

I can't see a thing.

Get over here!

Damn.

Nurse!

What is that? Are you trying to kill yourself?

We ain't going to make it, are we?

Oh, God, what's going to happen?

Dr. Debner says
you'll never get out of here...

until you come to
and remember why you did it.

Try, Emmett.

Don't you love me?

Do you remember ever loving me?

Help me.

Whatever went wrong between us,
whatever happened, it don't matter now.

I just don't know what I'm going to do.

I don't. I truly don't.

Please help me, honey.

Where am I?

It appeared to the officers, at the time...

that you were trying
to get them to kill you.

Where is the heart, anyhow?

Here, Mr. Foley.

It's here only on Valentine cards.

Your lung is healing very nicely.

He knew about the insurance,
knew I shot myself.

Why did you do it, Mr. Foley?

Why did you want to be dead?

What could I say?

I couldn't bring myself
to tell him the real reason.

Couldn't even tell you,
my own sister.

The neighbors.

They're real pushy.

Always asking Mae to take them everyplace.

All the time.

Which is all right.

They began to do it regular.

I mean, almost every day.

Two or three times,
"Take me here, take me there."

Got to where she had no time at all,
like being some kind of taxi.

Finally, I put my foot down.
I told her, if she wanted to do it...

she'd have to charge them gas.

It got to be over a tank a week.

So, she did.

And?

And they stopped talking to her.

Stopped asking for rides?

Then their kids...

put tacks in the driveway.

Ruined a whole set of tires.

And let the dog out.

Is that all?

I was real upset.

I can tell you that.

These charges are very serious.

Assault with a deadly weapon, with intent
to commit murder in the first degree.

You're going to be locked up,

until we find out
if you are sane or insane.

So... whichever.

I'd suggest you save us both
a lot of time,

and let me know right now.

The insurance.

What about it?

I did it for it.

I get killed, Mae gets $25,000.

If I kill myself,
she only gets $10,000.

So you tried to make it
not look like suicide?

I ain't crazy.

Pack up. You're leaving in 10 minutes.

- You boys are sure making a show.
- Procedure.

You're in maximum security.

Well, I'll be damned.

Excuse me.

I'm going away now, Baker.

How are you feeling?

Not good.

I'm going away now.

To a nice place where he can get well,
and come home real soon.

Where?

Chattahoochee.

Maximum security.

I got one for you, Baker.

There's these two goldfish, see,
having this argument.

And then one of them gets madder than hell.

He gets so mad, he just swims away...

and sits there for a long time
in the corner of his goldfish bowl,

sulking.

And then all of a sudden, he gets
this real smirky look on his face.

So he sidles up to this other fish...

and real smart-like, he says:

"Oh, good.

"If there's no God,
then who changes the water?"

So you just keep saying:

"God can cure cancer."

So now I'm off to Chattahoochee.

Maybe I really belong in there.

Maybe I am stupid,
like everybody says.

Pentecostal. Race?

- White.
- Let's see, now.

Sex, we know about.

List of all possessions.

One Bible.

Keys.

Fingernail clipper.

Excuse me.

- Candy.
- You got a bathroom?

- Is that going to do it, Earl?
- That's about it, boys.

Be sure to check that door
when you leave.

It was a long trip.

Take your clothes off
and hand them to the attendant.

This is Foley.

Maximum security, white male section,
back 40.

- You and Lucas take him down.
- Lucas, walk me down with this guy.

Check his head for lice.

So, you're maximum security?

Halfway down, on your right...

second row.

- Crops hurting from the drought?
- Yes, sir.

Wife and me are thinking about giving it up.

Fuckin' governor.

My pa just give up.

Got him on in the cafeteria.

Oh, Lord.

"Having a mob at his disposal...

"he is not restrained from shedding
the blood of his kinsmen.

"He brings them into court
with false accusations...

"and then he murders them.

"What can be his fate
after doing things like that?

"He must perish
at the hands of his enemies...

"or he will become a tyrant."

Are you new here?

Emmett Foley.

Walker Benson.

Why'd they put him in overalls
if he can't get out of them?

Helps keep the shit off the floor.

Come on, wipe your fucking butt.

Wipe your butt.

What you in here for?

Accessory to rape.

How do you do that, accessory to rape?

You watch?

You hold her hands.

We eat at 11:30.

Wash the fucking windows.
Clean the fucking floor.

Wash the fucking crud off.
Dump their shit like they were 2 years old.

And they are crazy.

Then if you're good, really good,
you get to go to the pictures every Monday.

And on Fridays, they got dances...

where you can get some pussy
in a broom closet...

as long as you don't mind
a handle up your ass.

Or a sieve.

- Crap. Mostly crap.
- Yeah, I'll bet.

Last time, I had me a doozy.

She just came from shock treatment.
I stood, she vibrated.

What you in for?

- You ain't...
- Loony tunes.

Are you?

Yeah, I bet.

It's about these here pork chops.

They ain't never even been alive.

I'm in for killing my wife.

Yeah. Shotgun.
Her whole fucking head came off.

- It just come right off.
- We ain't crazy here on this detail here.

- No, we're just bad.
- We're from Rayford Penitentiary.

They was full up,
so they put us in here, right?

This place is a picnic.

I'm serious about this fucking pork chop!

Jimmybob.

- You don't like it?
- What is it?

Your last dinner for a real long time,
if you don't eat it.

Eat it, or you'll be eating crap.

Maybe you ought to sit down
and point out the difference.

He means it, about the crap.

Eat it.

Where it is.

Don't eat no cockroaches.
They's the ones that move.

They's what you can stick with the fork.

Hey, don't do that.

What are you looking for?

- Never mind.
- Are you looking for the other shoe?

I lost my shoe. Is that my shoe?

No, it ain't.

- It's my shoe.
- It looks like my shoe.

Well, it ain't.

Let's see.

It is my shoe!

Why do you do that,
when you know my feet will burn off?

- Your feet ain't going to burn off.
- Yes, they will. Give it to me!

- My feet's burning!
- Your feet ain't burning!

Let go!

Give me my shoe!

- You get away from me!
- Give me my shoe.

Get away from me!

Give me my shoe!

Turn it on cold.

It will help. Your wife
must have been one happy woman.

I said, you'll most likely drown.

We've had a lot of unexplained deaths
around here...

but we ain't had no one yet
drowned hisself in the shower.

You would be the first.

I don't understand.

What?

It jumping up like that.

Maybe it thinks that I'm pretty.

- Walker?
- Yeah?

Let me out of here.

I ain't holding you.

O Heavenly Father, we ask
that the prideful stubbornness...

that's afflicted Emmett Foley
since he was knee-high to a grasshopper...

be rebuked in Thy name...

and the craziness that has fried his brain
be cleaved from his soul.

What a friend

we have in Jesus

There's a crowd at Mama Foley's.

People been dropping in,
off and on, all day.

Our house got so...

Mama would be glad
to have you stay at their place.

I couldn't.

Those women grabbing at you,
pulling you to your knees...

rattling at you in tongues...

I'm just staying for the news.

He's got an early start tomorrow.

Don't you ever miss it?

What?

lt. Loving.

Some loving.

You just get on with it.

You just get on with it?

The best I could.

Girls I went to school with
all have lost their shape...

turning into cows.

I couldn't do that.

Not that I've got a choice.

They can't keep him forever.

It's just what they could do.

It wouldn't make a difference.

We weren't getting along too good.

I don't know when it went.

One day it was, and then it wasn't.

And when it was,
when he first come back...

he looked so fine in his uniform.

Medals dangling in the sun. So manly.

Like, whatever's broke, he could fix.

Then it all just kind of dwindled,
you know what I mean?

Got to where he'd say he'd want some...

or he was just dying for a little...

and then he'd just dwindle.

I tried everything I could think of,
everything I ever heard of, or read about.

I even asked Norma Sue
down at the beauty parlor.

Lordy, would you look at her hair?

Norma Sue could do better than that
with her eyes closed.

Shit, maybe you belong here.

Maybe.

- Or maybe I'm just stupid.
- Maybe.

- That's what they tell me.
- Who?

People.

People where I work.

My mama and daddy.

Well, you dig a good hole.

One time, I had to dig out a gas line
so Daddy could fix it...

and I did.

He come home.

Boy, he just had a shit fit.
He just about tore my ears off.

He said I put the dirt on the wrong side.

I don't know if there's a rule about that.

There was to Daddy.

I ain't ever done anything right.

She ain't ever going to get to Miami.

Who's going to Miami?

No one.

Well, who ain't going to Miami?

Mae.

I promised her before we was married...

so she could go to the
TV School of the Performing Arts.

And I got to be a moron.
And kablooee, they put me in here.

You must have skipped something.

They put me in here
because everything went kablooee!

Thank you so much.

Corridor to the end,
turn left, through the door...

turn left again, you make a jog,
and past the men's room...

and the guard will take it from there.

What'd your doctor say?

They don't give us no doctors.

- But what...
- All we do is...

keep our mouths closed,
and do what they say.

Try and keep out of trouble.

I think that's just fine.
I'm glad you're staying out of trouble...

and they're keeping you busy,
and you're making friends.

But four months ago, if you remember,
you just woke up and started firing away...

taking potshots
at our friends and our neighbors.

Alex Huxley ain't never gonna crochet again,
not a day in her life.

You just blanked out. Got yourself
in an insane asylum to be cured...

and not to be sitting
having a good time with the boys.

What are criminals doing
in a place like this?

- Criminals from Rayford, a penitentiary.
- I ain't having a good time!

It sounds like you're having a better time
than I'm having.

I told you Mama would take you in.

You listen to me.

I ain't now, or ever,
plan to be sleeping on extra beds...

in a back room or side porch,
having prayer meetings at every meal.

They keep praying about you.

You ain't gonna sprout wings
and fly out of here over the walls...

or cruise in a jet stream
with 80-mile tailwinds, not in this life.

- You gotta do something.
- Yeah? Like what?

I don't know.

Tell me you're sorry, didn't mean it,
and will never do it again...

that you'll make it up to them.
You have a wife and a kid to take care of.

Tell them why you did it.

Do you even know, Emmett?

Tell me why.

Are you crazy?

It's important for me.

It's got to be more than
the Brimleys putting tacks in the driveway.

I ain't crazy.

Let me tell you something.

You are in a place for loonybirds.

And the only way I know of
for you to get out, is to get sane.

So if you're not crazy,
how will you flip it around...

so you can get yourself cured?

"Why don't you just tell me you ain't crazy?"

"I ain't crazy."

Come on, Mr. Johnson.
We ain't got time for that now.

It's chow time.

Come on. Chow time, Mr. Johnson.

- You gonna have another fit?
- Get him out of the shower.

- Get him out of there.
- He does this sometimes before his fits.

Get out of there.

Hey, let go of him. I'll get him out.

Quit pulling him!

Stupid, fucking, old, fucked-up bastard.

You leave him alone! Come on, now!

Son of a bitch!

Kill him!

Hold your horses!

Goddamn it, easier for you to jack off!

Do you think they killed Mr. Johnson?

No, he's only been gone a couple of days.

They're just fixing him up.

Ain't there no God in this place?

Here.

Try these.

What are they?

They ain't dancing...

and they ain't gambling...

and they ain't drinking...

cussing, fighting, fucking out of wedlock.

They ain't even mentioned in the Bible.

But they will get you real close to heaven.

Jesus loves me

This I know

for the Bible tells me so

Little ones to Him belong

They are weak, but He is strong

Yes, Jesus loves me

Yes, Jesus loves me

Yes, Jesus loves me

The Bible tells me so

Hey, it's Johnson.
It must be Mr. Johnson.

I'm going to the crapper.

Mr. Johnson, are you all right?

Did they fix you up?

Hey, buddy.

Oh, God. Bastards.

Does anybody know you're here?

Don't you belong to anybody?

Well, we'll see what we can see.

Hey, buddy, you got a wife?

Hey, you old cod.

You're a married man.

I saw that lawyer. I told you I was.

And?

He says $5,000...

just to start.

How is Mama?

The same.

And Daddy?

The same.

Mae didn't come.

Why not?

Tired.

She said she was tired.

Some women tire easier than others.

I got to get out.

Is she pretty?

Big tits?

Pretty big.

How big?

Big.

Like...

Like what?

Like...

I don't know what.

What?

Like...

nothing else.

Jesus, that big?

She'd push me right in between them.

And then take me by the neck
and pull my face right in...

so I couldn't hear a thing.

Just thumping.

And the blood pounding in my brain.

I'd kind of just black out.

She'd hold me there.

She's strong, you know.

She got some stuff
she'd splash all over herself...

getting ready, and then
it would mix with her and the powder...

and her perfume...

till I'd almost gag.

And she'd do things...

all sorts of things, to get me going.

And the more she'd try,
the more I'd know she'd want it.

And the more she'd want it...

the more I couldn't do it.

She'd go crazy.

I was fighting for air.

She was squirming...

pushing, pulling.

She'd do things I was ashamed of for her...

so I couldn't kiss her afterwards.

You know what I mean?

Chattahoochee, December 25, 1957.

Dear Earlene,
just a little card to wish you well.

I missed my second Christmas
in this dark and hopeless place.

Please give all my love to little Danielle.

Make sure she gets a present.
Tell her it's from her daddy.

Pray for your brother and his spirit.

Merry Christmas, Emmett.

Foley!

Yeah?

Harwood wants you.

Who?

You better leave the shovel here.
He won't see you if you're armed.

- Who is he?
- Your doctor.

Mr. Foley?

Yes, sir. I'd better not sit down.

Mr. Foley, I have a letter here.

- Where is it?
- Here.

From a Mrs. Jamie.

Mrs. Jamie is Ira Johnson's daughter.

Ira Johnson is a patient here.

Mrs. Jamie tells me that
you've been writing letters to her mother...

upsetting her.

She says that you've accused the attendants
here of beating her husband...

"about the head and upper body,
causing him great bodily..."

And the groin. They kicked him in the groin.

- The what?
- Balls.

They almost killed him.

What took her so long?
I almost forgot I wrote it.

Mr. Foley, are you aware
that Mr. Johnson is an epileptic?

- I had no idea...
- The medical record states...

that his injuries were the result
of an epileptic attack...

causing him to fall from the bed,
with other injuries sustained during the...

He didn't kick himself in the balls.
He was beaten.

- Don't you know what goes on around here?
- Dr. Harwood knows very well.

He don't, if he thinks that old guy
kicked himself in the balls...

and beat himself half to death!

They going to come and get him? Are they?

You won't be writing any more letters.

- I'll write my fucking arm off.
- All right, that's it.

I'll write to everybody I can think of.

I'll write their wives, their fucking family!

Who else? What took her so long?

Everything takes so long.
You fucking scumbags!

Fucking rotten, fucking bastard shit-eaters!

- What's going on?
- Stay out of this.

You, too.

Just leave the toothpaste and toothbrush.

Theo, where's Emmett?

Walker, come back here!

- Hey, what's going on?
- Walker, get the fuck back here.

He's going in the squat.

- What did he do?
- Hold it!

Told Harwood where to get off!

- Bullshit!
- We know him!

Hey, no moving.

Straighten up.

I said, straighten up!

You just sit there on that board,
and you don't move!

Jesus loves me

He who died

Heaven's gates to open wide

He will wash away my sin

Let this little child come in

Foley, you're out.

You can't expect her to remember, Emmett.

I guess you can't.

I get up here as often as I can.

I don't like bringing her here
to a crazy place.

It's hard on her, being so far.

We brought you that book.

That's what we could find in the library.

What good will it do?

I don't know.

- Thanks for bringing it.
- The law is the law, Emmett.

I've done everything.

- That's just the law.
- I know.

I know you have.

You look good, Mae.

You look like a poet.

It's been a long time, Emmett.

Three years.

Over three.

That's an awful long time and...

And what?

And...

Is she pregnant?

Not that she don't have a right to be.

Who is it?

You don't know him.

We want to get married.

He's a good man.
He loves Danielle a lot.

He's been working so hard.

He'll take good care of us.

Sounds like he's been
taking care of you all along.

When we came here...

I saw the prettiest birdy.

It was all blue.

He was so blue.

Why don't we go see
if he's still there, okay?

I'm sorry, Emmett.

I can't help it.
I tried to help it, but I can't.

I did it for you.

Did what?

Killed myself.

Don't tell me that. It scares me.

I've been putting on weight.

You know how every ounce shows on me,
a big cow.

If I let go, I'll just die.

I could leave Danielle with Earlene,
if you want. She'll take her.

We're going to live with his sister
in Lauderdale.

I've just got to try it out.

Oh, God.

- What are you thinking?
- God, forgive me.

If you'd been a better shot, we wouldn't
have to be going through all this.

Don't hate me for that, Em.

Do you hate me?

I think I do.

I wonder if they ever found that bird?

Here they come!

- Did we get him?
- No.

- Looks like he's still in there, Mr. Masterson.
- Better keep down.

He never yet missed a man
he could line his sights on.

Get set, boys! I'm coming out!

You the guy that writes
their wives and families?

They snuffed a guy in 3X.

Smothered him with a pillow.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Wasn't a heart attack, accident maybe?

He was on his back when we found him.

Pillow didn't drop out of
the goddamn ceiling.

We can't report nothing unless we're sure.

Credibility. We've got to have credibility.

We accuse them of that without
any real proof, they'd chop our balls off.

We need a documented case.

- Lord, Johnson, you are a mess.
- He was smearing it all over him.

Stay, Johnny.

Get down!

Wash yourself!

Why did he die?

Week by week, it goes on, Earlene.
I know it does.

And I'm going to bear witness to it.

Dates, and times, and names,
and who saw it happen.

I'm keeping note.
I don't know what else I can do.

I need some guidance.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

Hey, Harley. We got them, Harley.

- Who we got?
- Them, Harley, them!

You get all them shoes down off that roof.

Emmett, come on back.

We got 'em!

What is it?

Habeas corpus, Walker.

It says it. They can't keep a patient
without giving him treatment.

Habeas corpus.

When was the last time you've been treated?
Come on, no fooling. When?

- I ain't never been treated.
- Who has?

If they don't treat us, they can't hold us.

We're being held illegally.
Ain't that the shits?

Then we're going to tell them
about the other crap going on, too.

I can get some of that colored paper
from Occupational Therapy.

They're making Easter bunnies with it.

Write to the Supreme Court
on construction paper?

- Why the hell not?
- We have to get a mail system.

- We got Harley.
- I don't know.

He's been tied up since that drought broke.

We'll have to use white ink, like invitations.

Mr. Benson, you may have a seat, please.

Mr. Benson, this staffing is in compliance
with the Supreme Court...

answering your request
for a writ of habeas corpus...

regarding your medical treatment,
or lack of it, since you've come here.

- You feel like you have not been treated?
- That's right.

- What do you think you need treatment for?
- Nothing.

- Then you're getting better?
- No.

Would you like to tell us your symptoms?

I ain't got any.

Does that mean they've gone away?

- What has?
- Your symptoms.

No, I never had none.

We've got your records here from Rayford.

Yes, sir. But you see...

there weren't nothing wrong with me.
That was just...

- Then why do you need treatment?
- We ain't getting noplace.

- The point is...
- Yes?

I ain't crazy.

You were sentenced to 20 years.

In Rayford, yes, sir.

But you can get out of there.

- Do you think you should be released?
- Yes, sir.

- Who's your next of kin?
- I ain't got one, not that I know of.

We can't release a patient without
the request or consent of his next of kin.

They have to be responsible for you.
Do you understand that?

I sure didn't when I worked it
to get here.

Let the reply to the writ show...

that the patient,
in the opinion of those present...

has shown no appreciable change
since originally incarcerated.

Your sister shows a prodigious concern
for your welfare, Mr. Foley.

Hardly a week goes by without receiving
a letter inquiring about your health.

Yes, sir. She's very concerned, sir.

- Overly concerned, I would say.
- No, sir.

Yes, sir, she is very concerned.

Is she concerned
about your appearance, too?

These accusations that you have made
about mistreatment...

Do you understand what's happening?

Day to day,
do you understand what's happening?

Like what?

These letters you've been writing
to patient's relatives.

- I seen it.
- When did you see it?

All the time.

Didn't it cross your mind
that you were imagining them?

No, sir.

- That you're delusional?
- I ain't.

I'm competent.

- You're sane?
- Yes, sir.

Can you tell me why,
in the five years you've been here...

you have never seen fit to escape?

I beg your pardon?

If you're sane and you don't want to be here,
why haven't you tried to escape?

"Forgive me, Father,
that which I have brought upon myself.

"That which has brought me
to this hopeless place."

Habeas corpus ain't doing it.

"That he may see thy hope, Father...

"grace him with thy light,
and lead him out of darkness."

What they do is,
they call us in, stamp us crazy...

and they throw us back.

Did you bring your Bible?

- It's right here.
- Let's do some reading.

The beatings are in Genesis.

Extreme and unusual punishments
are in Ecclesiastes...

and unexplained deaths are in Deuteronomy.

Should we start with Genesis?

I thought, senators, representatives...

all the government you can think of,
to write to.

I'm gonna cross-file,
so we don't duplicate any.

You're looking like a ragpicker, Emmett.

Give me your Bible, brother.
The print's bigger.

I ain't got no next of kin.

What?

They ain't ever gonna let me out of here.

- They will.
- No, they won't.

Next of kin...

I ain't got one.

Here.

It's real pretty. It's real pretty playing.

Takes you out of here.

- That's Theo's, ain't it?
- He gave it me.

That's real nice of Theo.

Is Theo nice to you?

He's a cute kid.

- So?
- Come on, Theo.

- Come on, what?
- We ain't allowed no pieces.

And he's way underage.

These folks would have a shit fit
if they thought something was going on.

Look, Foley, I got a wife and I got kids.

No fooling.

What do you want?

I want to leave this place by the front gate
in about three days.

That's about how long I figure it'll take
to get a key duplicated.

Are you crazy?
You're out of your fucking mind.

I ain't crazy, Theo.

I got Theo's key.

Come on, Walker!

Let's go for it!

We got it!

- Come on!
- I can't.

- Come on!
- Screw this!

- Let's go!
- I can't.

Come on! We're almost there!

Five years will get you out of shape.
I'm going back to Chattahoochee.

I am crazy.

I've always been crazy,
ever since I can remember.

But I can't go running
through the rest of my life.

Harwood will shit.

What about you?

West, maybe.

Cheyenne's good.

It was good knowing you.

This is it for me.

I know it.

I'll be going then.

My legs just plumb give out.

Put some distance between me.

- Goodbye, Walker.
- Goodbye, Emmett.

I'll see you.

He must have had a key.

Maybe it's in him.

Hey, don't blow out of his ears.

You make sure
you tell those motherfuckers I escaped.

Dear Earlene, this maybe the last letter
you ever get from me.

They've taken away all the paper.

This time they mean to stop me,
one way or another.

The tense moment of the countdown
to zero, and the first stage was away.

But the success
was not in the stars this time...

although man probed
nearly 80,000 miles into space.

The next step
was the U.S. attempt to orbit the moon.

Scientists were cautious
to point out the odds against success...

in reaching a target
more than 245,000 miles away.

Excuse me.

I've got kids to feed
and a husband to take care of.

If Mr. Harwood ever comes this way again...

you can tell him to go to hell.

And you can tell him that I'll be back.

It finally dawned on me,
there must be another door.

I can't tell you whether my brother's
loony, insane or nutty as a fruitcake.

But I do know that they are allowed
one letter a week. That's the law.

And I ain't heard from him in nine.

I don't know where you stuck him...

but he better be in reasonable shape
when we find him.

I got some other laws and violations here.

Do you think we should call that girl in
and have her take some notes?

You want to come in here
and help speed this along?

Did I win?

You don't look like it.

You smell like Johnny.
I'm gonna get some water.

Get that bucket.

Look, that's the last of the paper.

- That's a funny looking envelope.
- It's oatmeal.

- Do you think it will hold?
- This will hold a whore's knees together.

Here, look.

State capitol, Governor's office.
Can I help you?

Hello? Are you there?

I'll have to try another line. I can't hear you.

Hello, Governor speaking.

Governor, may I speak to you for a moment?

What's wrong with him?

They leave me standing...

What have they done to you?

It's the stuff they give me. It wipes me out.

What stuff?

Every three hours.
They won't let me lie down.

I do whatever I can.

I got a letter from Senator Lakely.

They're starting an investigation.

- Who is?
- The Governor.

Shit.

They are.

Will you let me sleep for a minute?

Time for your shot, Emmett.

Ain't they gonna give you your shot?

I ain't taking no more of that.

Come on, get up.

Come on, get up! Give me some help!

I'm coming through there.
Come on, get out.

I'm sorry, I have to do this.

Don't let them take you without a fight.

- Rich, what's going on up there?
- Move it!

- Out of the way!
- What are you doing?

Come on, out of the way.

Come on, Emmett. It's time to go.

Time for your shot.

- I ain't taking no more of that.
- Show them, Emmett!

- Don't let them take you.
- Come on, Emmett!

Don't be a hero.

You ain't gonna beat us no more!

Hit back! Hit his face!

No bruises.

"Surely goodness and mercy
will follow me...

"all the days of my life.

"And I will dwell
in the house of the Lord forever."

"And I shall feast at a table set for me."

- Bring him over.
- Get his ass in the air.

"...will follow me all the days of my life."

"For the Lord shall restore
our humanity and shall..."

Mr. Foley.

Yes, sir?

Are you with us?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Foley, this committee is here
on behalf of Senator Lakely.

We have compiled a list
of all the abuses you reported.

Complete list,
it comes to over 250 instances.

Those had witnesses.

In a period of just over three years?

- That long?
- According to what we have before us.

I'm sure you realize...

that sedation is routinely used
to control the more violent patients.

- Perhaps if you had given us more notice...
- We understand that, Doctor.

We are empowered by the Governor
to question anyone wishing to testify.

The guards...

they won't.

The rest of us is incompetent.

This is a loony bin, you know.

Employees afraid of loosing their jobs?

If we question them in private,
off the grounds?

Maybe.

Since your divorce, who is your next of kin?

Sister.

Mr. Foley, you may be assured that things
will no longer be the same around here.

Well, I don't reckon I'm a hero.

Sure don't feel like one.

I just did what I could,
one thing at a time, step by step.

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