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[Thunder]

[Thunder]

Stop! Stop there!

It proves we're absolutely right!

One yell from us

that Hanley's been
getting a rake-off

on the new roads and Bridges,

and the assistant
district attorney

wakes up the president
of the joint

in the middle of the night

and they burn the books!

But if they burned them,

we have only

your unsupported testimony.

No--
no--

Wait. Look.

The fact that they
can't produce the books

supports my testimony.

Don't you see, chief?

The cement company
will only be the start,

the bomb that'll blow up
the whole rotten mess!

[Buzzer]

Woman: Mr. Hanley's
on the telephone, sir.

Hello!

Hello, Hanley.
What's on your mind?

You tell that smart
reporter of yours Ross

that he's digging
himself into a hole

it'll be awfully tough
to get out of.

I'll give him
the message. That all?

No. I just want to warn you

against going completely crazy.

You've given me
a million-dollar libel suit

if I ever saw one.

And, Patterson, I know
how to use a libel suit.

If you don't print
a retraction, I'll break you.

Make no mistake, I can do it!

Thanks for your interest, Jesse,

but I'm still running
my own paper.

Alright.
You asked for it!

I think that's what I needed.

If it's going to be a fight,

we'll take off the gloves

and let him have it.

Play up the burning
of the books big.

Write your version of the affair

under your own by-line.

You've got it, pappy.
Come on.

Get in. In back.

[Engine revs]

[Woman screams]

[Crowd shouting]

I seen it.
It's your fault!

You drove on the wrong
side and hit that guy!

Drunk! Look at him,
stinkin' drunk!

He's fulla that stuff!

Come on. I got him.

I'm Ross at the record.

Yeah?
And you're drunk!

Do you know you
killed three people?

Yes, you! You!

You, frank Ross,

having been found guilty
of the crime of manslaughter,

it is now my duty
to pronounce sentence.

I must add that
the verdict of the jury

has the court's
heartiest approbation,

nor can there be any excuse
for leniency in your case,

as you should be well aware,

since you have, in signed
articles for the record,

often denounced drunken driving

as the most ghastly of crimes--

A view with which
the court agrees entirely.

And when such drunkenness

results in the slaughter

of three young,
innocent citizens,

words become inadequate
to express our horror.

I was not drunk,

and I was not driving that car!

[Pounds gavel]

Nor can we condemn too harshly
your vicious assertion

that you were--

Framed! Yes, your honor, framed,

by that eminent public servant,

district attorney Hanley

and his equally eminent

and equally crooked
assistant Grayce!

I protest!
Your honor!

Framed because they knew
I could show them up

for the grafting rats they are!

Frank, don't make it
worse for yourself!

Alright.
You've done a great job.

You've discredited me
and my paper.

But you can't keep me in the pen.

You can't shut me up.
I'll get out!

And when I do,

I'll prove you responsible
for these murders!

Frank Ross,

you are hereby sentenced

to the maximum penalty
the law provides--

Imprisonment
in the state penitentiary

at rocky point

for 1 to 20 years

at hard labor.

Court adjourned.

Frank!

You can't come in here, lady.

He's my son.

I'm sorry.

Frank!

Darling, please write often.

I'll just die
if I don't hear from you.

I'll write as often
as I can, baby,

as often as they let me.

We'll get you out. They
can't keep you in prison.

Kinda watch out
for my mother, will you?

Oh, darling!

[Train whistle blows]

Every morning when
you wake up in your cell,

just remember
that the boys will be

working their ears off for you.

Don't worry, bill.
I'll take it easy.

When I get out, I'll
have a story to write.

They're reporters,

smart guys that're
always writin' about

crooks are yeller
and crime don't pay.

The D.A. Don't like that
because he knows better.

So he sends this guy to the jug.

Frank, you'll be out
before you know it.

Hmm. He's goin' in
and out--just like that.

Clever boys, these reporters.

Write a piece about me
when you get out, will ya?

The name is Stacey.
Life sentence.

I like to read my name
in the papers.

If you don't shut up,

you may find it in
the obituary column.

Oh, my goodness. Hey,
deputy, change my seat.

I don't like to play so rough.

He run over a couple
of guys, so he's tough.

You know how it is with
the first couple of guys.

Ha. I don't think he's so tough.

No?

No.

How tough are ya, babe?

That should do it!

If you get into trouble in here,

you become second-
or third-rate prisoners,

according to your offense.

More serious offenses

are punishable by
solitary confinement,

or, as we call it here, the hole.

I don't recommend it.

Obey orders.
Behave yourselves.

Keep clear of troublemakers.

May I have a word--

Keep your arms
folded. What is it?

I'm here on
a political frame-up--

I'm innocent, too, warden. I--

When a man is legally
convicted and sent here,

we must assume him to be guilty

and treat him
on that basis alone.

And another thing--

Talking is forbidden
in this prison,

except during recreation periods.

Don't forget that.

That's all.

Dismissed.

Left turn.

New bunch of fish, huh?

Well, blow my top!

If it ain't the great Stacey,

back here again!

Couldn't bear to be
without old Pete, huh?

Same stupid puss--

Only uglier.

What's he in for this time?

199 years.

Well, that's kinda handsome
of that judge, I must say.

Throwed the book at ya, huh?

Well, well, well.

Just to show ya

what a real welcome
home you're gonna get,

who do you think's here
doin' the book, too?

Your old friend Limpy Julien.

Thought that'd get a
rise outta ya. Ha ha ha!

Hey, Limpy!

Limpy, come here!

[Pounding on floor]

Come here!

Know this fella?

He oughta know me, the rat.

I give him that limp

when he crossed me up on a break.

Yeah, I know ya.

And you ain't gonna forget me.

Now, now, boys.
Don't quarrel

on Mr. Stacey's
first day back in school.

Go over to that breaker
and go to work.

We're gonna see
a lot of each other,

you and me... And Limpy.

Get to your machine.

Watch yourself.

You go over there

and help those boys
stack those bales.

What's your name?

Frank Ross.

Say sir when you
address an officer,

and fold your arms!

You hear?

Go on over there and
join Stacey at that breaker.

[Softly]
Yes, sir.

Stacey.

Pipe down. I'll
talk to you later.

Hello, you mugs.

Break out the bands.
Stacey's back.

Well, for crying out loud.

Just for a visit, boys.

This is Ross, mugs,

a gentleman from the press.

He's a killer,
so hang onto your hair.

Sorry we ain't got any
typewriters on this machine.

What do I do?

You clap your ears and
you wish they wasn't swollen.

When did Limpy come in?

A month ago.

What is he in for?

Murder. Second-degree.
He's doing life.

It's Limpy or me, and
it ain't gonna be me.

How much time you shook?

Shook a Trey.
I'm out in 2 months.

Good. I may need you
on the outside.

Don't turn your back on Limpy.

He's got a knife stashed,
and he'll use it.

Don't worry.
I'll watch him.

[Ring]

[Ring]

What was you talkin' about?

You hear me!

What was you talkin' about?

Why, Mr. Kassock, sir,

ain't there a rule
against talking

in this young lady's
riding academy?

Yeah! And you broke it.
Limpy heard ya.

What'd he say, Limpy?

I couldn't hear, but--

Why, you no good rat!

Kassock:
Stop it!

Stop it, I tell you!

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Now back to your
machines, you men!

All of ya!

You're learnin' kinda
fast, ain't ya, mug?

I'm no mug, and I don't
like to be called one.

Oh, you don't like it, huh?

No.

Well, there's a lotta things

gonna happen to you around here

that you won't like, either.

Limpy!

Get me a deputy.

We'll see if a month
in third grade

will take some of
the guff outta ya.

Get over there

and change your
clothes--both of ya!

Get back to your
machines, you men!

I owe ya one for trippin' Limpy.

It was screwy but good.

Forget it.

Your first day in, and
you tangle with Pete Kassock,

the toughest screw in the state,

and get his prize rat
a sock on the noggin.

You got the makings
of a swell con.

Not me, brother. I won't
be here long enough.

Well, until you do leave us,
here's some advice.

You know anything about Limpy?

Not yet.

Remember this if
you wanna stay healthy.

He's the deadliest,
most treacherous killer

in this or any other pen.

Look out!

It's a homer!
Keep goin'!

Over the fence is out.

[Laughter]

Well, Mr. Reporter,

how about your plan
for gettin' out?

Seems to me you been
in here 30 days now.

And they turned down your pardon.

That gives you a year and a half

before you can even ask again.

The paper's working
on a new angle.

If they can get some evidence,

I'll get another trial.

See what I mean, Ross?

I was goin' straight

for the first time in 20 years,

and those dirty coppers
had to put the pinch on me!

Even with a bum rap,
do I get a break

and go to a decent stir
like stillwater or sing sing?

Oh, no. I have
to fall in this state.

It mighta been worse.

Suppose you ran, and
the cops slugged ya?

Ah, I'd sooner be dead
than live in this madhouse.

Break your back workin' all day,

sit in your cell
till next morning

with nothin' to do
but stare at the wall.

Screws goin' by, snoopin'.

Rats like Limpy!

First thing you know,

you're just markin' time
till you get out

and kill the first creep
that comes in your way.

I wonder if the joint's
getting to me.

Don't let it get you
down, Meuller.

Keep your mind off yourself.

Hey, you guys.

Well, I'm collecting
today, for a change.

Lassiter claims
that whales give milk.

Same as a cow.
Can you beat that?

Certainly, numbskull.

Whales aren't fish.
They're mammals.

They give milk
like any other animal.

O.K. Whales give milk.

But personally, I think
you guys are still ribbin' me.

Hey, Lassiter,

come over here and
join the rest of the dopes.

Say, what's Lassiter in for?

He just stole a 100-pound
sack of wallets

and he buried them.

Now he's worried
the squirrels might find it

before he gets out.

He worked in a bank,

accepted a deposit from a guy

after he knew the bank
was on the rocks.

A legal technicality.

What were you tellin' red

about sharks
giving cow highballs?

Whales, not sharks,

and I was trying to tell him

dogs don't have pores.

Aw, where do you get that stuff?

Sure, they got pores.

How they gonna sweat,
then, if they ain't?

Off their tongues.

I told you the guy was loco.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Speaking of sharks, watch it.

Git up off that dirt!

Where do ya think ya are,

in some county jail?

Lassiter, look at ya,

wallowing around like a hog!

Come to attention when
an officer speaks to ya!

I didn't know it was
against the rules

to sit on the ground.

Another crack, and
I'll put you in the hole!

Any talking's
to be done around here,

I'm the guy that'll do it.

Fold your arms and salute
when an officer speaks to ya!

Everybody salute!

Buncha cheap, tinhorn crooks!

Never knowed nothin'
and never will!

Watch your step, the lot of ya,

or I'll break ya!

Show you tramps
who's boss around here.

Yes, sir. Pete's
certainly one nice guy.

I'd like to meet him

on the outside some time.

I'll meet him, alright.

Maybe I won't wait
until I'm on the outside.

Atta boy, Meuller.

Let's hear what you'd really do.

I'd cook him with a steam hose

until his carcass fell apart!

I'd take a blow torch--

Stop it!
Shh!

Just the thought of him
helpless in my hands--

Come on, pal.

Let's go watch the game.

I got a feeling

Meuller will really keep
that date with Pete.

Personally,
I'll settle for Limpy.

Yeah? Why?

Maybe I don't like the way
he plays the piano.

Maybe I just don't like stools.

You hafta know all the answers?

Stacey, I just been ratted on.

What about?

That can of soda you
slipped me this morning.

They saw me usin' it.

That means the hole
if they catch you.

Who ratted?

Limpy and that new pal
of his, the polecat.

Why, those--what's wrong with soda?

You mix it with salt
and tobacco powder.

Makes snuff.
It's forbidden.

You got it on you?

Yeah.

Slip it to me. You're
going on parole next week,

and you can't afford to
go out of circulation now.

I need you on the outside.
Slip it to me quick.

Here. Red, keep the shiv
till I come out.

You other guys take a powder.

Garsky, you stick with me.

There's the captain of
the hole talkin' to Pete.

There's Pete and temple
crossing to him now.

Sure fixed Stacey's
watchdog, didn't I?

Nice work.
Pipe down.

Well, I think those rats

snitched on the
wrong party this time.

Who's the new rat?

Carlisle,
better known as polecat.

He came in a couple of days ago

and started palling
around with Limpy.

Oh, yeah. 5 years for
manslaughter. Heard of him.

Yeah. For manslaughter.
5 years.

I steal a tire, I get 20.

Smells like he's got
some pull somewhere.

Come on.
Get goin', Stacey.

There's something funny
about this!

You had it, alright.

Who, me, sir?
No, sir!

I ain't that kind of a boy.

Hey, something went wrong.

Puttin' Stacey away instead.

Never mind. I'll take care
of him when he gets out.

Into the hole
he goes, poor sucker.

Solitary never bothered Stacey.

He'll do it easily.

Yeah? Did you ever figure
why screws like Pete

ain't bumped off?

This state's
got no death penalty,

so if you knock a guy
off in here,

you do life in the hole.

And if that still don't
tell you nothin',

take a gander at him.

In the hole, you're
handcuffed to the cell bars

8 hours a day.

No light. No furniture.

No heat in the winter.

Bread and water only at noon.

That guy was a great joker

when he first come here.

He was always ribbin' the guys.

They gave him 6
months in the hole.

Just 6 months,
and look at him now.

I'm gettin' fed up with Pete.

I'm gettin' fed up workin' here.

I don't know if
I can stand it any longer.

We're fed up, too,

but nothing we can
do about it... But wait.

I wish I'd stayed home in Fargo.

Why'd you leave?

I was dog catcher,

and they run me outta office.

I didn't have the heart
to kill them poor pups.

I'd turn 'em loose
as fast as they was catched.

Is that a ghost?

We'll soon find out
who gets who now.

You gonna bet on it?

I don't bet on
one guy killing another.

That ain't it.

Limpy got a message to Stacey

that he'd get him

before he's out of
the hole 24 hours.

I'll bet two cans of tobacco

one of 'em gets it in 7 hours.

Give it a shot of oil up there.

How they handle you?

Hand kick.

Need any soap or tobacco
or toothpaste?

No. Listen, Ross,
forget about that shiv.

What shiv? I don't know
the meaning of the word.

This.

I don't see any shiv.

O.K., Ross.

[Playing marching tune]

Hey, Stacey.
In here.

[Music stops]

[Applause]

[Cheering]

Man:
Today we honor the memory

of admiral Von Harrington.

This monument we dedicate...

[Gasps and wheezes]

Help!

Please help!

Hey, something's the matter!

Quick, turn on the lights!

Quick!

[Commotion]

Turn on the lights!
Turn on those lights!

They got rid of the rats!

Hooray!

The dirty fink!

Limpy, he chokes and
flaps out in the aisle!

Sit down!
Sit down, you men!

Get back in your chairs!

Get back there.

He was sittin' right next to me,

then all of a sudden
he starts coughin',

then like I told ya,
he flaps out in the aisle!

Alright, men.
Take him to the morgue.

[Commotion]

Nobody leave their seats!

Sit down there, you!

Nobody leave their seats!

Sit down there.

Sit down.
Sit down.

Sit down.
Take your seats.

That paper you worked
for doin' you any good?

They're trying.

You been in here 4 months.

But they've been fighting
the administration.

That doesn't help.

Bum rap, wasn't it?

What's all this for?

Listen, Ross,
I didn't kill Limpy.

Alright.

Believe it or not.
I meant to,

but the screw searched my cell,

so I passed the shiv
on to another guy

who loved Limpy just like I did,

so Limpy collected
the next morning.

But you thought I did it.

A word from you,
I'd be in the hole,

and you'd probably be pardoned.

I'm no rat.

I owe ya plenty for that.

You don't owe me a thing.

Kid, did you ever figure
out that if I was out,

I could find out who framed
you and get you sprung?

I got connections.
I can find out anything

by putting dough
in the right places.

So all we've gotta do
is get you out of here.

Chickies.

Listen, Ross,
this is no screwy idea.

I'm not so nuts I'd risk the hole

just to get rid of another rat.

Another guy beat me to it,

but it works out the same.

I'm using it to beat this joint.

Start at the beginning.

If you're up for killing
some guy in here,

you try it in the courthouse.

I'm doin' life--
199 years,

so no pardon, no parole.

You can't crash over those walls

in a million years.

The only chance is
to get to the courthouse

and try it from there.

An army couldn't get you
outta that courthouse.

Guys that tried have been buried.

They tried it alone.
They didn't plan it.

Garsky and me figured this out

before he left.

I let someone
snitch to the warden

that I sunk that shiv in Limpy.

I get indicted.

Garsky follows the case through.

The papers are a mouthpiece.

He knows the day I'm to be tried

in the courtroom.

He makes all the arrangements.

Mm-hmm.
Where do I come in?

You're the only guy I ever met

that gave me a break

without putting a bee
on me for dough.

So now I'm giving you a break.

Go to the warden

and tell him about me
having that shiv.

No, no.
No, Stacey, I can't.

I could've saved
Limpy from being killed

if I'd used my head.

I've been thinking
of what I'd have done

if I were on the outside.

I've had tried
to run the murder down.

But you're not on the outside.

No, I'm not. I'm
in the pen, and I'm a con.

But Limpy was killed, murdered.

That still means something to me.

No, Stacey, no.

I can't help you to use
a murder to make a break.

Sorry. No soap.

What's the matter with you?

You goin' stir-nuts, too?

This is a sure out for you.

Hey.
Dummy up.

So, there you are!

Where you been, huh?

Under the machine,
taking fiber off.

Yeah, that just may be.

You got visitors.

I oughta park your lazy carcass

in the hole instead!

Take it!

Get outta here
before I change my mind.

Face the wall.
Fold your arms.

Ross, you wanna take
a trip to court?

No.

Then cut out that staring
into the visitors' room

and say sir when
you address an officer.

Yes, sir.

Alright, Ross.

Don't forget to give this
to Pete when you go back.

Sit here.

Come in, miss.

It's been so long.

I've missed you so terribly.

Frank.

It's alright, honey.
It's alright.

We're trying so hard.

We haven't let up a minute.

Nothing new?

Only what I wrote you.

And they haven't gotten
a line on shake Edwards,

that man that was in front
of the building that night?

Not a trace of him.

I'm sure he was the finger man.

He was the one.

We'll find him, frank.

A lot of the boys in the a.P.
Are working with us.

Frank...

I know you don't want
your mother to see you here,

but can't you forget that?

No, no.

But it's too cruel
to keep her from visiting you.

I...

I couldn't say no.

I brought her here.

Please see her.

Please, frank.

You can't send her away.

Alright. Alright.

Alright, madam.

You shouldn't have made the trip.

It's too far.

Are you feeling well?

Yes, I feel fine.

That's good.

Your face is so thin and pale.

You're quite sure you're alright?

Oh, yes.
I feel great.

They let me bring you
something to eat.

Everything you like.

I got the ice cream

across the street
from a little shop.

You never tell me anything
about your work

in your letters.

Is it terribly hard?

Oh, no.
I've got a swell job.

All I've got to do

is take care of the twine stock

and every now and then
write a few articles

for the prison paper.

Oh, I'm so glad.

You must be patient.

Joyce and the boys at
the office are wonderful.

They're sure
they can get you out.

Yeah, sure. I know.
They'll--

They'll take care of me, alright.

You're not eating
your lunch, dear.

It's everything you like--

Chicken and nut bread

and... chocolate cake.

Oh, ma, please, please!

Please don't worry, will ya?

[Sobbing]

Well...

I've gotta go now.

Oh, but--

I think we'd better leave.

Just a minute, ladies.

He's got to leave first.

Good-bye, ma.

Will there be any shooting
at the courthouse?

No.

I don't want any more
blood on my hands.

Give me your word?

I give you my word,
and I don't lie.

Alright, Stacey.
I'll put in with you.

Remember this--

Afterwards, they may
figure you were in on it.

You may have to take
a lot of punishment.

I don't mind.

Don't break down and confess.

Once it's done,
keep your mouth shut.

That's gonna be the tough part.

I know.

You or those paper guys
got any idea who framed you?

We have only one lead.
You hear of shake Edwards?

Yeah. A rat.

He was outside the building
the night it happened.

He fingered me.
I'm sure of it.

Shake Edwards. I'll find
him, and I'll get you out.

No matter how tough it looks
or how long it takes,

I'll get you out--
and legally.

Alright, Stacey.

Good luck.

So long, kid, and
thanks for everything.

[Blows whistle]

Can you get this out?

Sure. Will the other end pay off?

Yeah. Watch it.
It's dynamite.

You know me, Mr. Ross.

So you didn't know anything

about the Limpy Julien killing?

Answer the warden!

You'd better come clean for once

and make it easy for yourself.

Open that ugly mouth of yours

before I knock you
through the wall!

There ain't much to say.

In other words, you admit it.

Come on, Stacey.
Make a statement.

You haven't got a chance!

Why, you--

Here, here, stop that!

Nice work, kid.

Stacey!

Hold it. Hold it.

I couldn't have wanted
a nicer confession.

Take him to the hole.

Keep your mouth shut
about this around the yard

and watch out for yourself.

Some of the inmates

might not like you
for turning Stacey in.

I had another reason.
I'm a newspaperman.

And I wouldn't cover it,
but outside--

Get outta here.

We Bury the ones that
try to get outta here.

If you don't believe me, try it.

Hello, Lockhart.
How's the mouthpiece?

Hello, Stacey. You're
not worried, are you?

Me, worry? Why, we'll
beat this rap... By a Nick.

That's Ross, eh?

I'll talk to him
in a minute. Sit down.

I'm Lockhart, Stacey's lawyer.

If they wanna know

what we were talking about,

say I was asking you

if you were going to
identify that shiv.

Naw, he hasn't got a chance.

Open and shut case.

Everything's set.

After he's gone,

he'll keep in touch
with you through me.

That's all.
Sit tight.

Oh, how are you, deputy?

Hello there.

What'd he want?

Aw, the dirty fink.

He wanted to know
if I was certain

I could still identify that shiv.

Oh.

Well, don't talk to him anymore.

We'll send you the original

as soon as we
put it in the paper.

You can only talk to him
for a minute, though.

I hoped you wouldn't
come, darling.

This may be a mess.

If it is, I want to be with you.

Frank, we think
we've got good news.

I think we've located
shake Edwards out west.

Maybe you'll be home
before the month is over.

Wouldn't that be great?

Come on, fella, spill it.

Yeah, what gives?

It's a long way
for a second-rate trial,

and the record's

got amalgamated press
wire coverage.

I was lonesome.

Aw, nix on the ackingcray.

Give us a lowdown.

I can't. But listen. There'll
be a story for the record.

And Jerry, you grab shots
of everybody in the courtroom

and everything.

Above all,
keep your eye on Stacey.

Don't look now, you saps!

Come on. That's
enough. Break it up.

I told you you could
only have a minute.

Thinkin' about jumping, Ross?

Alright, go ahead.

There's a nice stretch
of concrete 3 floors below

that you can
splatter yourself on.

[Pounding gavel]

Everybody rise.

Superior court of Hudson

in and for the county
Madden is now in session,

the honorable
James C. Scott judge presiding.

[Pounds gavel]

Be seated.

[Horn honks] The people of the state
vs. Justin Stacey.

[Women scream]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

Don't worry, darling.
Don't worry.

I'm not worried, but
can he possibly escape?

I don't know, but
I'll probably get a pardon.

If there's any cross-up
or you need any advice,

get ahold of
Stacey's lawyer, Lockhart.

You hear that? Lockhart.

Oh, maybe it
won't be so long now.

A fine mess!

Yeah.

Maybe Stacey made it,

but we won't lose you,
you dirty little rat.

Stay here and get
your story, darling.

I'll write you sunday.

Over there.

Bring him in.

Where did Stacey lam to?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me, you little rat.

I've been handling hooligans
like you for 25 years.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Listen, Ross, you're gonna talk

if we Hafta Bury you in the hole
for the next 20 years...

With an added stretch
for aiding an escape.

Now where did he go?

I tell ya, I don't know!

Wise guy reporter, eh?

Tell us what you saw.

It was on a Monday.

Him and Stacey was behind
a breaker whispering together,

then they shook hands,

and right after that,

Ross told the warden
Stacey killed Limpy.

Now whaddaya say?

He's a liar!

I never said Stacey killed Limpy.

If Stacey had,
he'd have covered up

and not sent me to rat on him.

Why did you stool, then?

You never opened
your trap before.

I thought I might get a break

from the pardon board.

You are not dealing with suckers.

That getaway
was planned months ago

and timed right to the second.
You were in on it!

Now who was the other guy?

I don't know anything about it!

Oh, you don't know.

Who filled the back of that
truck with mattress padding?

I don't know, I tell you.

You don't know!

Who passed Stacey the signal

so he'd know
which window to jump from?

You don't know that
either, do ya?

What kind of car
did they change to

after they ditched
the hot car down the road?

You don't know!

Well, let me tell you something.

You're doing a 20-year stretch,

and if you don't talk,

there'll be no pardon, no parole.

You'll do that 20 years,
every last second of it.

Now, will you spill?

I told you everything I know!

Work on him!

[Punching]

What's going on here?

Take him out.

You stay here.

Well?

Well, he's guilty, ain't he?

How else are you
gonna make him sing?

I've told you before

that I will not
tolerate brutality

in this penitentiary.

I've laid down punishment rules

that are fully adequate,

and as long as I'm warden,

those rules will be obeyed.

And Mark this, Lang.

If there's any more

of what went on here
this afternoon,

you'll go...

If I have to charge you
in criminal court to do it.

Let me outta here!

Just a minute.

Let me out.

Do you hear?

We'll give you
one more chance, Ross.

If you give me the lowdown
on Stacey's escape

and tell me who helped him,

I'll let you out and give
you a first-grade stripe.

You're not gonna
get a word outta me.

I don't know
where Stacey lammed to,

but I'm glad he made it.

I'm in here on a phony rap,

and you've got no right
to keep me here!

So get this--from now on,
the rules are off.

I'm gonna talk when
I please and do what I like.

I'm gonna be as mean
and hard to handle

as the worst con in the joint,

and I'll skull drag
any rat or screw

that gets in my way, you hear?

Now lemme out of here, you hear?

You muddle-headed copper!
Lemme outta here!

Grayce, head of the parole board?

Of all the rotten breaks!

Why, that dirty crook Hanley.

That certainly fixed it up

for the kid's parole.

What about
that A.P. Guy in Chicago

that had a line on
shake Edwards, the finger man?

It fizzled out.

Just like everything
else we've tried.

Just like Stacey, and Lockhart,

that lawyer of his
who promised to help.

No word from him, huh?

For 20 years now,
I've been a newspaperman.

But I've never seen
a case so shut as this.

Bill, we've got
to do something for him.

We can't let him sit up
there and rot in that hole!

I'd get down
on my hands and knees

and shove my face in the dirt
from here to rocky point

if it would get the kid out.

But there's a stone wall
smack in front of us.

We've got to wait for a break.

But we can't wait.

Frank can't wait any longer.

Bill, you don't know

what it does to him up there.

We've got to think of some way.

[Sobbing] We've got
to do something now!

You've got to let me see Stacey.

Please, Mr. Lockhart.

You must take me to him!

Don't you understand?
Stacey's our last hope!

He's gotto see me!

I could get you
into heaven easier.

However, I will do
whatever I can by you.

Thanks, Mr. Lockhart.

[Knock on door]

Take the blinders off.

Well, what's up?

Stacey, you've got
to get frank out.

You want me to send him
a pair of wings?

What's the matter with
his newspaper friends?

They kept him in. Maybe
they can work in reverse.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Ross would.

He said he'd keep his trap
shut, but he didn't.

He tipped off his paper

so the courtroom was crummy
with reporters and photographers

all waitin' for the break!

I never did like reporters.

He had to let his paper know.

It was his instinct
as a reporter.

Well, his instinct
blew him right into the hole,

and I hope he rots there.

You think he double-crossed you.

I think he's like
every other wise guy.

He had to have a payoff
before he'd dummy up.

You don't think there's
anyone--man or woman--

That money won't buy, do you?

Well, is there?

Look at Garsky.

Look at Joe, that weasel
with the punk cigar.

Look at Johnny over there.

He gets paid just
to look out that window.

Look at Lockhart.
Look at me.

I am looking at you,
and it's making me sick.

What do you mean
by that last crack?

Stacey:
Cut it out.

You can threaten me,
but you can't shut me up.

You still make me sick.

You're a blind, stupid,

selfish, contemptible,
tin-horn crook!

Now listen--

You listen to me.

Frank's been in that hole
for 5 months

waiting to hear from you.

5 months of beatings,
kickings, and starvations,

trying to twist and
torture it out of him

that you used Julien's death
as part of an escape plan.

But he wouldn't tell. Did
you pay him to keep quiet?

Did you?
No.

No. He kept his mouth shut
because he trusted you.

He thinks you're his friend.

He doesn't know you never heard

of that kind of loyalty
money won't buy,

that you're just
a dirty, cheap hoodlum

that never did one decent
thing in your life!

Who ever done anything for me?

Frank Ross. He's doing it
right now in the hole.

You guys wait outside
in the other room.

Lockhart.

Hmm?

You stay.

Sit down.

If I could believe that,

there ain't no place
I wouldn't go

for a guy like that,

nothing I wouldn't do.

Why don't you do something, then?

Frank is straight.
He is honest and loyal.

He's everything that you're not.

Yes, I know.

Lockhart told me

you're a slum kid
who never had a chance.

But so was frank!

He hates crooked cops
and rotten politicians

as much as you do.

The only difference is

you chose crime, the easy way,

while he spent his life
fighting them,

doing something about it!

That's why you've
got to help him now.

Maybe you're
on the level at that.

I don't know.

Anyway, beat it along home now.

But you will--

How do I know?
I'll think it over.

Put the blinders on her.

Come on, you guys.

Go on, tell her you're sorry
for getting tough with her.

Who, me?
For crying out loud--

Go on, tell her!

Alright.
I'm sorry.

See, he don't know no better.

Go on.

Alright, Lockhart.

Wanna sit in, boss?

It's the dame, I guess.
They sure pour it on.

It's their nature.
They can't help it.

Is there anything
wrong with that?

Is there?

Why, no, chief, I--

Shut up, then.

Now, look, Ross may be dumb,
but he's on the level, see?

A square guy.

And I ain't used to square guys.

So we gotta pick up the mug

that Ross is takin' the rap for.

How do we do that?

First we pick up shake Edwards,
squeeze him a little.

And Lockhart can
get Ross a new trial.

But what?!
But, uh--

We'll talk it over first
and figure it out from there.

Well, what are you guys
waitin' for?

Ya paralyzed?

Go on, scram outta here
and pick up that fink.

Like a buncha tin crooks.

Hmm.

Imagine Stacey
workin' for the cops?

Ha. That's a hot one.

I can only repeat
what I've told you

many times in the last
5 months. When he admits--

But frank had nothing
to do with it!

You know better.

Look.

This unusual photographic
concentration on Stacey

proves that the record
was tipped off beforehand,

and that tip would come
from only one source--

Ross. A former reporter
for the record.

But that's just it!

He's a newspaperman,
and naturally, he--

That's practically
an admission, isn't it?

You can't prove that he--

That's true.

And because we can't prove it,

Ross might have been
out of the hole long ago

except for his record
while in there.

Insubordination.
Violence. Hunger strikes.

He's the most troublesome
prisoner I've had

in 35 years of penal work.

But you can't blame him, warden.

He never committed any crime,

and naturally, he resents--

Oh, won't you please

let him out and give
him another chance?

We're uncovering new evidence

of his innocence right now,

yet how can he get a hearing

if he's in the hole?

New evidence?
What do you mean?

We--that is, his friends

are on the trail of
the man who framed him.

You're in love
with Ross, aren't you?

I'll trust you.

I'm gonna give Ross a break.

Have Ross brought into the
deputy's office right away.

Come with me.

[Ross shouting]

Sit down here.

Let me get my hooks
into your throat--

Frank, darling, don't!

Let him go.

Wait outside.

What are you starting now?

This some of your doing?

Frank, don't--

Take it easy. You're
not gonna get hurt,

but behave yourself.

Ross, when you first came here--

I don't care what you thought.

When I first came here,
I believed in justice,

that someday I'd be released!

Then I began to figure in
weeks and months,

and now I hate the
whole world for this--

Buried in a black, filthy hole

because I was a good citizen,

because I worked
my head off to expose crime,

and now I'm a convict.

I act like a convict,
smell like a convict.

I think and hate like a convict!

But I'll get out

if I have to kill
every screw in the joint!

Now, that'll do.

Yeah, it'll do.
You bet it'll do.

Go on, kick me, beat me up.

Throw me back in the hole!
I can take it.

You brought a lot
of this on yourself

by throwing in with Stacey.

Starting that again, huh?

I'm not guessing this time.

I know.

I told him, frank.

You what?

Frank, I didn't mean to, but--

Why, you--

You'd better not say it, Ross.

You'd better thank her instead.

For what? Getting me
another 10 years in the hole?

For getting you a break.

What miss conover told me

is off the record,

and I'm giving you

a chance to measure up to her.

Think you can do it?

I'm sending you back to the hole.

Oh. I knew there
was a catch in it.

There's no catch.
If you behave yourself,

you come out with
a good conduct report,

all set for a fresh start.

A clean slate?

In 30 days.
If you deserve it.

The pardon and parole board

meets again in 2 months from now,

and if you'll stay away
from troublemakers,

I'll recommend you
to the board myself.

But you've got to earn it.

Whaddaya say?

Lassiter doesn't look so good.

Pete rides him all the time.

He's getting weaker and weaker.

Still the croaker in the hospital

keeps sending him back.

The only thing that
pill pusher can diagnose

is rigor Mortis.

Sounds bad.
Is it catching?

Tell him?

I didn't want to get him down
about his parole.

What's up?

Got it all planned to lam out.

You'll all wind up in the morgue.

Red, you're not
putting in with them?

I sure am.

You're crazy.
The parole board

will probably give
you your ticket.

Yeah, it's gonna be

"continue to expiration
of sentence."

Look, I ain't kidding myself,

so why should you?

If I miss out with the board,

I've still got Stacey.

We all thought he was a right guy

until he lammed out
and left you to take the rap.

Have you heard from him since?

No, but...

Them big shots is all alike.

Why should he think of you

when he's rolling
in that 100 grand?

Wait'll he catches up with
those creeps who framed me.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on!

Come on, get back to work!

Come on!

Step on it!
All of you!

That goes for you, too.

What's the matter with you?

Let go of him.

Let go of him, I tell you!

Listen.

You ain't gonna get away
with no more gold-bricking.

Dragging that carcass
of yours out to the hospital

every time you think
you got a little pain!

I'm really sick,
Pete. I feel dizzy.

Like I’m floating around.

You will be floating around

if you don't get back
to that machine!

Hear what I told ya?

Get back to that machine!
Get back!

Lassiter: Unh!

Pete: Come on, you
red slinger! You ain't hurt.

Cut it, cut it!

Don't you butt in. You'll only
make it worse for him.

Come on, get up.

You ain't...

Uh--take him to the hospital.

And listen,

he fell over the machine
accidental-like.

Don't forget that

if you guys know
what's good for you.

Now come on, get back
to your machines,

all of you, or I'll book ya!

Good thing Pete
ain't a crystal gazer.

If he was,
he wouldn't sleep much nights.

Move up, boys.

[Clock ticking]

Alright.

Sit down, Ross.

How are you feeling?

I feel pretty well.

So you're the man who gets drunk

and kills innocent people
with his car, are you?

[Mildly]
I guess you know me.

You were at my trial.

Oh, feeling a little troublesome
this morning, eh?

After all,
we're here to release men

who feel properly penitent

and show a desire to lead
a decent life in the future.

I've never led
any other kind of life.

You know that.

Oh, no. All we know is
what is a matter of record.

Do you still contend
that you're innocent?

Yes.

Well then, you haven't
any use for us.

We're only interested in men
who acknowledge their guilt

and wish to atone.

What do you want me to do?

Do you want me to confess

to a crime I never committed?

I'd stay here the whole 20 years
before I'd do that.

Why did you help
Stacey to escape?

I didn't.

It's all here in your record.

You haven't been
a very good influence

for the rest of the inmates.

And it might not be proper
to turn you loose

on society just at present.

You've got to realize
that you can't get drunk

and drive around killing people.

It's murder, as your admirable
paper once pointed out,

just as surely as if
you used a loaded gun.

I didn't, I didn't.

That's not true, and you know it.

Then there's your record here.

Insolence to a guard
on your first day.

Disobedience and insubordination

in the solitary cells.

Does that record merit
any consideration from us?

Yes, it does.

We don't agree with you.

Warden Armstrong reports

that your conduct has
improved of late.

But the reason is obvious--

To curry favor with the board
in hope of release.

Speak up.

Haven't you anything to say?

Yes!
I'd have plenty to say

if I could think of anything
scummy enough to call you!

You sanctimonious,
mealy-mouthed skunks!

I'll meet you
on the outside some day.

It may be 20 years from now,
but when I do...

[Sobbing]

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean what I said.

Oh, please give me
another chance.

I just couldn't stand it.
I couldn't.

I can't do any more time.

Please turn me out of here.

We'll do what we can for you.

Go along now.

Next man.

I don't know anything about it.

I didn't have
anything to do with it.

That's the truth.

You--you gotta
believe me, fellas.

I'm waiting.

I don't know.

Don't, Stacey, don't.

Alright, I'll tell!

Spill it!

It was Carlisle.
Polecat Carlisle.

Hanley had him do it.

I didn't have no part in it.

I just fingered him.

I didn't know what they
was gonna do with him.

You can't blame me!

Polecat.

Yeah, he's at rocky point.

I oughta know that.

Hanley and Grayce
got him picked up

for an old rap and sent there

to get him out of the way

because the papers
was getting hot.

Had him put in the safe.

Yeah, that's all I know.
You can't blame me!

In rocky point.

No wonder you couldn't find him.

The old homestead.

So now what?

So what do you suppose?

I promised the girl
we'd find that fake

and clear Ross, didn't I?

Well, we did. Now we
gotta get to Carlisle.

Duck soup.

Just take off the Kelly
at the front door

and say, "please sir,

can I see Mr. Polecat Carlisle?"

It's too hot, Stacey.

And supposin' we do find the guy.

Where's the payoff?

Yeah, the payoff.

Why don't you forget it, Stacey?

What difference does it make

if you did promise the girl,

and what do you care about Ross?

We can't help it if
polecat's in stir.

We could fool around
at rocky point,

get paid off
with a slug in the belly.

And I ain't takin' it
for Ross or nobody.

Ok.

If there was only
a half a chance, Stacey.

Listen, don't do nothing foolish.

If you get picked up now,

you're gonna spend the rest
of your life in the hole.

Yeah, I thought of that.

I don't blame you guys
for laying down on me.

But do something for me,
will you?

What?
Yeah, what?

Get outta here!
I don't like the way you smell.

Go on, all of you!

Come on, beat it!

I guess I'm a sucker,

but I just can't get it
out of my nut--

Ross doing all those
months in the hole

just to cover up for me.

Still, he didn't have to, did he?

No, he didn't have to.

Remember what Ross'
dame said that day

about...

About Ross and me wanting
the same thing all our lives

and he was doing something
about it, while...

Yep. I remember.
What about it?

I think she had
something there, so...

So what?

So maybe I'd better
do something about it.

Don't be a fool.

If you're picked up again...

Shut up!

Where did you ever get
the idea I was a fool?

I broke out of that pen
once, didn't I?

And I can do it again.

Now listen, Stacey...

You heard me.
Shut up.

You do the listening.
I'll do the talking.

Pay attention.

Because if there's any
slip-up in your part of this,

you'll answer to the boys for it.

Now here's the gag.

Get word through to Dale.

It's OK.
I didn't print it.

Hey, it's Stacey!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What do I gotta do,
fight my way back in?

Come on!

And you won't say why you came
back and gave yourself up?

You know what it means.

What is this, a guessing game?

According to rules,

it means the book and the hole.

But not for me.

I only came back for the weekend.

You made it out once, Stacey,

but you'll never do it again.

We'll see how it works out.

Now do I get that
plush-lined cell

in solitary, or don't I?

Alright.

Everyone tipped for the break?

Yeah. You comin' in
with us or not?

I don't love life much,

but I don't hate it enough

to stick my head in front of

a screw's bullet.

Ok. Be a wise guy.
Stick around,

and maybe it will be
a screw's bullet.

Maybe you'll get
what Lassiter got.

Home? he's on his way home.

Out the back gate in a hearse.

When did it happen?

4:00 this morning.

Anybody told Meuller?

No. None of the guys
wanted to break it to him.

Wait'll he hears it.

Yeah. I wouldn't wanna be Pete.

For the last time,
are you comin' or not?

I told ya no and I mean no.

You're stir-nuts.

He don't know what he's sayin'.

Aw, come on, frank.
Get wise to yourself.

Lay off, red.
Will ya lay off?

I'm sure Stacey's working for me.

I'll take my chance that way.

Tough luck, kid.

Jiggers.

No, you can't!
You haven't got a chance!

Meuller, why ain't you at work?

Get back to your machine.

[Ptew]

Get over agin that wall.

I'm gonna Bury you in the hole!

Hear what I told ya?!

Get over agin that wall!

So you're the guy

that wouldn't let Lassiter
go to the hospital, eh?

I'll put you where he is
if you don't keep away!

And you're the guy

that made him fall
and busted his back.

Get agin that wall!

And you're the guy

that's been riding me
to the nut house!

Somebody stop him!
He's crazy!

Get him away!
Get the warden!

You're the dirty screw
that killed my pal!

My god! Aah!

I'm one of the guys you beat up

and put in the hole!

And that... And that...

And this is for Lassiter!

We're crashin' out!

Who's comin' with us?!

I am!
I am!
I am!

Come on!

I don't know what
he's wanted for,

but I was told to bring him
along by Stacey. Come on!

Come on, Ross.
We need you.

You're all crazy, men!
Don't try it!

They'll have you before
you get to the front gate!

Don't be suckers.
Stay out of it!

If I didn't know
you was stir-nuts,

I'd blast ya.

Come on, red bring him along.

Don't be like that, pal.

Come on. This is gonna be swell.

Look, I got one for you, too.

Come on.

[Alarm]

There. You're out of it anyway.

Men, men, stay out of it!
Don't be suckers.

You can't fight machine guns
and riot guns!

Go back to your machines--

Get goin'!

Come on!
Let's go!

We're heading to the warden's!

There he is!

Lock the door, get in the mail
room and stay there.

You're crazy. Put up
those guns, you men.

I'm giving the orders now.

You're taking us
through them gates!

You're digging your own
graves, you fools!

You'll do what we tell you,
or you're digging yours!

[Gunshot]

Listen, big shot, you
saw what pollard just got,

so order them gates open
and take us to the car,

or I'll blow your hair
all over the ceiling.

You haven't got the nerve, Dale.

You'll spend the rest of
your life in the hole!

You got 10 seconds to find out
if I got the nerve or not.

10 seconds or 10 years,

the answer will always
be the same.

Listen, you dirty rats in there!

If these gates
ain't open in 10 seconds,

I'm killing Armstrong
like we killed pollard!

Warden, did they kill pollard?

Never mind! Don't open
the gates. Get extra help.

We have, warden.
It's on the way.

This is it, Armstrong!

Don't you need the warden
to open up solitary?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right!

I oughta give it to you now,

but I got a date
to keep with Stacey.

You're opening it up for him.

Not a chance.

Get them keys,

or I give it to Lang on the spot!

Alright, men.
Alright!

Alright!

I'll open up.

Quiet, boys, quiet!

Meuller!

Johnny, Ross, you come with us.

Carl, stick here.

I told you I didn't want
any part of this.

[Yelling]

Quiet!
Oh, we get it.

You want the warden to
think you're too good

to stick with your pals, eh?

No. But I'm not fool enough to
want to make the hole for life.

Listen, Ross, get movin'
or I'll bump ya--

Stacey or no Stacey.

Come on!

[Men yelling]

Come on!

They're all screwy!

I'm glad you used your head.

I'll make my own bread
when the time comes.

So the picnic is on!

This is it!

And that polecat like you asked.

I'll get to him later.

Hello, Frankie.

I've been waitin' to
see ya for a long time.

I got a surprise for ya.

Alright, boys.
Right here.

[Explosion]

Dale!

They threw gas bombs
in through the gates.

Now the national guard's
out there

with machine guns and gas masks!

Did I say a picnic?

You two guys get in that cell.

Why don't we do it
to 'em right now?

We may need 'em later.

Any of you guys got a shiv?

He's got one!

Screws with machine guns
all over the joint.

We'll make out
through the back door.

We'll open up, pick
the screws off the wall,

get some rope, and lay 'em out.

You guys go ahead.

What about you?

Don't worry about me.
I'll make out.

I got something to take care of.

Go on, beat it!

Put him in that cell.
He's done.

[Machine-gun fire]

Looks like we all
go together, Stacey.

You got any ideas?

If you know any prayers,
don't say 'em now.

They won't do you any good.

I got unfinished business to
take care of with the warden.

Write a note.

Tell 'em we'll
release you and Lang

if they let us come out alive.

Release them?

Write 'em we'll knock you
both off in 10 minutes

if they don't quit firing.

My orders in case of riot
are to keep firing,

regardless of the safety
of any official or guard.

Those orders will stand.

[Gunfire]

Stay on the floor,
and you won't get hurt.

Maybe.

[Gunfire]

Take that undershirt off.

We'll show 'em a white flag.

Here's your chance to be a hero.

Take this note over to
who's ever running the show,

and if you lose it, tell 'em
to stop firing. We give up.

I ain't goin'. I don't
wanna get killed.

You wanna live forever?

Here. Give it to me.
Open that door.

[Gunfire]

[Gunfire]

Looks like they don't wanna play.

How bad are you hit?

Oh, it's just a Nick.

Anything I can do?

No, thanks, frank.

They'll be blasting it
open pretty soon.

Stacey, the riot's a bust.

Get back in your cell
while there's time.

No. Won't do me no good now, kid.

I still got that Limpy rap
hangin' over me,

even though it was--

[explosion]

It wasn't my job.

I wouldn't appear against you.

I know it.
It's no use, frank.

This is the last
roundup for Stacey.

[Gunfire stops]

But there's still that
unfinished business of yours

to take care of.

It's still ok.

Where's polecat?

Over there.

I wanna talk to him.

Didn't I tell ya
I had a surprise?

Come on. I ain't got
no time to waste.

[Gunfire]

Funny, just an hour ago,
I had 199 years,

and now I ain't got
no time at all.

I'll get the rat!

We got an affidavit
from shake Edwards

before I came back in here.

What about those guys
who framed me?

Did you get them?

Yeah.

Well, rat, so it
caught up with you.

I didn't do nothin'.

Stacey, put up that gun
and listen to reason.

You know you're sunk.

I know it, big boy.

But listen to what
this rat gotta say.

Remember what happened to Limpy?

In about 2 minutes,
you're gonna get worse.

Honest, Stacey,
I ain't done a thing!

In 2 minutes you're
gonna get this .38

right between the eyes!

I didn't never snitch on you!

I ain't talkin' about
you snitching on me,

but about something I
learned from shake Edwards.

No, I don't know nothin'.

I'm talkin' about you
framing Ross.

Honest, we never framed him.

Aah!

Start talkin'!

I can't.
I don't know!

Wait! Wait!

I'll talk.

Ok. This is a confession
without coaching,

and it's gonna spring Ross,
so remember it.

Ok, canary. Start singin'.

Who framed Ross?

I did. But I didn't mean
nobody to get killed!

Quit stallin'.
Who paid you to do it?

Hanley and Grayce.

How did you frame him?

I socked him, and--

Then planted the liquor,

then started the car
and jumped out.

Yeah, I did. But I didn't mean
to have nobody get killed.

Have you heard enough?

Plenty, Stacey, and thanks.

Ok, pal.

It's just what I hoped.

Alright, frank.

Stacey, you can't wash out
on me now. I need you!

I'll get you out of here!

I'm goin' out, pal...
My way.

I wanna tell you something.

[Gunfire]

That dame of yours is
the one that sprung ya,

not me.

Take care of her.
She's worth it.

I think I got 'em!

No hurry now, Dale.

So long, kid.

Now we're even.

So long, Stacey.

Come on, you.

On your feet.

Honest, Stacey, honest,
it wasn't my fault!

I told ya I didn't want anybody--

Get movin'.

Where you takin' me?

You didn't think
I was gonna let you live

and Welsh on that
confession, did ya?

No, no!
Let me alone!

Let me alone, please,
Stacey, please!

So long, old-timer.

I guess if you hadn't
socked me on the chin,

I'd be layin' in the icehouse now

along with Dale and the rest.

I--gee, I don't know what to say.

Well, never mind, red.

You'll be out yourself,
before long.

Thanks.

So long, frank.

It oughta make up for
what you've gone through

in here, Ross, to know
that it hasn't been in vain.

The day Stacey came to me
and gave himself up,

I asked him why he was
throwing away his freedom.

I didn't fully understand
all he tried to tell me.

It was something about you

living the rest
of your life for him

as he might have lived it himself

if he'd had the right breaks
when he was a kid.

And he asked me for
a photograph of himself.

Here it is.

Frank.