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Okay, boys, let's go.

Hey, ease up.

My nerves are dancing, man. You don't know Joey Galloway.

Once I take the stand, he's not going to let up.

- I'm gold to you guys, right? - Yeah, you're gold, Kenyon.

Your testimony's gonna put Galloway away till doomsday.

I don't know.

Even behind bars, he's got ways to find me.

Well, you don't have much of a choice.

It's either testify or do 50.

Look, don't sweat it.

They're gonna bury you so deep in that witness protection program,

we're not gonna be able to find you.

Nelson and Collins are here.

Looks like somebody's throwing a party.

Yeah.

What's going on?

We're prepping a luncheon for a wedding party at noon.

I gotta be here at 8 a.m. What a life.

How you doing?

Did you get the orders?

There we go.

Bet you guys are glad to see us.

It's been a long 12 hours.

- How's our star witness? - Don't ask.

You bring any more booze?

Why don't you eat something, Kenyon?

I'm drinking my breakfast.

- So how's the new baby, Jack? - Cries all night.

But I tell you, Mary and I were trying to have this kid for two years.

All yours, guys.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

Nobody crosses me and lives to tell about it,

especially some wimp accountant.

Right, right.

I know that, Charlie, but I'm taking out Mr. Kenyon and the Texas Rangers.

Nobody messes with Joey Galloway.

- They're gone. - Right.

Kenyon, you really ought to eat something.

Joey knows I would never turn on him.

No way.

Firing position, move.

Ready...

...aim...

...fire.

Ready...

...aim...

...fire.

Ready...

...aim...

...fire.

Present, halt.

Walker?

Special Agent Jack Harris, Cordell Walker.

- You said you wanted to see him? - Yeah, that's right.

What are the chances of keeping Galloway in prison

without Kenyon's testimony?

Well, right now, Galloway's in for racketeering.

But his lawyers are working overtime to reverse that.

We want him on murder one.

We need hard evidence to do it.

Do you know Pete Darnell?

- Hit man? - Yeah.

They just took him into custody in Houston.

Everybody knows the name,

but nobody knows the face.

Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?

I wanna go in as Pete Darnell and I'll get your evidence.

Wait. You wanna go inside the slammer?

You wanna assume the identity of a guy that actually exists?

That's right.

The last guy we sent in there got a screwdriver through his neck, Walker.

How about it?

When?

Now.

Let's go.

- Hey, I'm talking to you. - Hey, lip, come on out.

- Let's go. - Over here.

All right, listen up.

Well, gentlemen,

I'm Assistant Warden Harold Wells.

And this man here is my chief of guards, Captain Shankley.

And you best listen to him

very carefully.

Know it now.

Life as you knew it has ceased to exist.

Welcome to purgatory.

Now, the only way to survive purgatory is to follow the rules.

My rules.

This is a maximum-security facility and you men are in here to do hard time.

Some of you are gonna die in here.

Some of you

are gonna think dying was the easy way out.

There are no innocent men inside these walls.

You all belong here.

Move them out.

Yeah.

You bought it, boy.

Step forward.

Okay, next.

These are yours.

Three-thirteen. Cell block six.

Let's go, convict.

Go on, you heard him.

Where did you transfer in from?

Harriston.

Maine winters, you know. As soon as I got the call,

I was already packed.

Well, since you're new here, let me give you a piece of advice.

You watch who it is you antagonize.

That guy back there, just letting him know who's boss.

You know who that guy was?

That's Pete Darnell, the Iceman.

That's the Iceman?

Everything that guy touches turns to rigor mortis.

He's got over 50 scores.

Five years ago, he busts out of Attica and wastes a judge.

Now he's here finishing out that sentence

and waiting on a trial on the last one.

I mean, this is his kind of neighborhood.

He's in the same block as Joey Galloway.

All highliners.

Y'all make me sick.

All right, you use your lathe, like that.

Yeah, give me another minute.

You gotta clamp it down.

Go easy with that, man.

Clean that up.

Yeah, that's it right there.

- Shave it down more. - All right.

My new neighbor, Mr. Pete Darnell.

Iceman cometh.

There was a rumble he was coming in and he don't look too friendly.

In his line of work, you can't afford to be friendly.

- You're scratching it. - That's it, that's it.

Hey, let's eat.

- Let's go, guys. - Feels good.

Let's move, convicts.

Come on, let's get out of here. Let's move.

- You too. - It's quitting time.

- Did you hear me? - Back off, man.

Assume it.

What are you doing here?

Your contact's the chaplain.

- You okay over there? - I don't need any help.

- Let's go. - Let's move, gentlemen.

Stay alive.

Come on.

All right, everybody in their cells.

After mess hall tonight, Mr. Galloway's extending you an invitation.

Yeah, good fight on cable tonight.

Decent food, bonded whisky and intelligent conversation.

Things you don't usually find in a maximum lockup.

Well, tell him thanks, but no, thanks.

At Harriston, you know a guard named Quintero?

Yeah, who doesn't know Quintero?

He's meaner than the devil himself.

Except he's a con, not a guard.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Is he still there?

Yeah, he's still there, for life.

You spotted that envelope, didn't you?

You wonder what was in that envelope?

Love letter?

Harriston holds a nasty population

but you're gonna find out we can be even nastier.

I'm starting to get worried here, guys. What's up?

Hey, a tough guy, huh?

I know what I see.

I see Galloway's got more protection than the warden.

He's probably making more money in here than he did out on the street.

You should learn how to keep your mouth shut.

A guy's gotta know the score. I'm curious...

Don't be.

Now, you spot something, you just keep on walking.

You don't want Joey Galloway on you.

Now, you do your job, you keep your mouth shut

and you don't try to cut in on anything, huh?

Harriston.

Let me ask you.

There.

That's it.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I know that.

That's right. I got two.

Pump it, man.

- Yeah. - Here's a new one.

That's him.

Pump it out. Pump it out.

I don't know, but check it out.

Hold on a minute.

What's up, lady?

Look up, eh. Look at this.

He only just got here.

Charlie, I want you to hear me.

You tell those damn Apaches just...

All right, Cheyennes, whatever.

Tell them they're gonna buy their slot machines from us.

They argue, tell them they got another massacre on their hands.

They're getting rich, Charlie.

First the bingo, now the casinos.

Move in. I want part of the action.

Chaplain wants to see you.

- What does he want? - How in the hell should I know?

Maybe he wants to take your confession. Come on, let's go.

Why they always messing with that new guy?

Come on, clear off the floor.

I don't trust new guys. Check him out.

You can't keep it all to yourself, Joey.

It ain't like it is out on the street.

- I'm here. - You're nothing, Dunne.

You couldn't make it on the streets, you can't make it in here.

You couldn't make it in Podunk.

We'll see, Joey.

We'll see.

Hey, Pete, just out of curiosity,

how did you kill all those guys, anyway?

One at a time.

Come on, open the door.

Here's your man, Carberry.

Thank you, Captain Shankley.

Yeah.

Sorry I had to pull you out of the yard like that.

I'm Chaplain Carberry.

- What's this all about? - Something's come up.

Galloway was sentenced to ten years for racketeering.

It's been reduced to five. Good behavior.

You bet someone in the warden's office had something to do with that.

- How long has he been in? - Close to five.

Well, that doesn't give me much time.

I'm gonna have to get close to him fast.

Did you unload your conscience?

Did the chaplain make you say you're sorry?

Did you bare your soul to him?

No, I didn't bare my soul to him.

But I'm gonna bare my fist in your face if you don't get the hell out of here.

You're dumb, you know that?

Joey Galloway's the big man in here,

more than even the warden.

You need something, booze, drugs, he's the guy.

And I'm kind of like his point man, see?

So it pays to be nice to me too.

You sawy?

Well, well, here comes Mr. Antisocial.

Take a couple of boys, try him out.

All right?

What are you gonna do, Iceman? Melt?

Enough.

I don't know about you but I don't like that guy.

You don't need to.

You know, you're bucking for solitary, Darnell.

Don't try putting me in the hole, Shankley,

because sooner or later, I'll be out.

Know what I mean?

- All right, come on. - Come on.

I hear you're king of the hill around here.

If you wanna talk, it's by appointment only.

Murphy, it's okay.

What can I do for you?

I want a cell phone and some real food.

You know, there's a kind of guy who can eat airline food

and then ask for seconds.

I don't think you're that kind of guy.

Why don't you join me for dinner?

Hey, hey, hey, it has to be done.

One time I had a guy come in carrying a knife.

Another time, it was a guy wearing a wire.

Not very smart, were they?

Join me.

Voilá.

Help yourself.

Cognac.

Very nice.

But it dulls the senses.

Always alert, huh?

That's a very impressive quality, but it's not necessary here.

Join me, huh? I'd consider it a favor.

Murphy, I need to talk with my guest.

Yeah, I had a lot of action on the outside, a lot of heat.

I'll be damned if I was gonna let being in here break the momentum.

Well, looks to me like you haven't missed a beat.

It's like staying in a good hotel.

You'd be surprised what a little cash will buy.

I put together a very nice operation in here.

The ability to inspire unquestionable loyalty.

That's how it's done.

Well, I have a better way.

Yeah? What?

Fear.

How'd you wind up in here?

Oh, I blew this guy away at a fish market.

- You did it personally? - Yeah.

Why didn't you have your men do it?

Well, like you say, it was personal.

And I'll tell you something, Darnell, it was very gratifying.

So, what was your most gratifying hit?

- I don't talk business. - Come on.

You trust me, I trust you.

- My most gratifying hit? - Yeah.

Well, I did this hit once

and my employer decided that it would be cheaper

to take me out than to pay me.

So we met late one night at a rendezvous point,

brought along the briefcase, supposedly with my money in it.

Hands it out to me and shoots me with the other hand.

But he made one big mistake.

He didn't make sure I was dead.

When I recovered, I tracked him down,

followed him to a nightclub one night,

waited for him outside.

He comes out,

starts walking to his car.

I thought, you know, it'd be too easy to shoot him,

so I take my garrote,

sneak up behind him. Just as he sticks the key into the lock,

I loop the garrote over his neck and start pulling.

I can hear the tendon snapping

and there's blood all over my hand.

And I give it a jerk

and his head falls right off his shoulders.

I'd have to say that was my most gratifying hit.

Well, the Iceman.

It fits.

Me, I started out on the streets. Running my own gangs,

a little of this, a little of that, one thing lead to another.

I did whatever it took to get to the top.

How about you?

My family was rich.

I just like to kill.

You know, there's not many men I trust.

In fact, none, except maybe you.

You think I can trust you, Darnell?

What do you want?

I got a problem

and I'd consider it a personal favor if it got solved.

Over there.

White-trash rednecks.

Name's Dunne. He runs them.

He's pushing me into a turf war.

First, he wanted to carve up the drug action in here

and now he wants it all.

He goes down, the others will fold, they'll scatter.

Why me?

You are the best.

I need to move around.

It can be arranged.

Nine-thirty tonight.

Galloway wants me to take someone out.

If I do it, I pass the test.

- Who's the target? - The Aryan leader, Dunne.

- What do you need? - Well, I need that body wire.

Also, contact Trivette.

Tell him to meet me at the machine shop at 10:00.

Here's the wire.

I'll take care of the rest.

If you're caught wearing that, no one can help you.

Well, that's my job, chaplain.

Why are you doing it?

A life dedicated to saving souls.

I'm lucky if I've managed to salvage one.

Maybe helping you get Galloway

is the only way to see something accomplished.

Look out for yourself, Walker.

Yeah, you too.

He's all yours.

We have a tornado watch in effect.

It's a big storm, folks, and it's blowing our way, so let's not panic.

Let's be prepared. Keep your flashlights, portable radios...

Iceman.

- first-aid kits handy and stay tuned for updates.

You got yourself a visitor.

What are you doing here?

I had to see you, Darnell.

Jimmy is out of the picture.

Gone. It's only you, baby.

How so?

I'm not gonna see him anymore,

and I want you back.

I need you.

I'll make you real happy, you'll see.

I'm sure you will, baby.

But I can't leave just yet.

No, Darnell, I need you. I need you now.

I said I can't leave just yet.

You're so stubborn. You never listen to me.

Win some, lose some.

Hey, Darnell.

Mr. Galloway wants to see you.

Okay.

Hey, my mutual fund just went up two and a half points.

That white trash I was telling you about, he's gone.

- Disappeared. - Yeah, I know.

What'd you do with him?

I put him in the furnace.

Two thousand degrees.

You're something else. Sit down.

I haven't celebrated like this since I had my accountant whacked.

Must be a dangerous profession with a man like you.

Only if you cross me.

What happened?

He copped a plea.

Tried to cop a plea.

Had the almighty Texas Rangers to protect him

but he found out different.

I took out him and the Texas Rangers.

It was a sweet hit.

So you're wondering what happened to your boss, huh?

Well, a guy like Dunne just doesn't disappear.

Now, where is he?

You don't wanna know,

but Mr. Galloway had nothing to do with it.

Then, who did?

Him.

Why?

Because Dunne looked at him wrong.

Let's go.

- Yeah, check it out. - Man, can you see that?

Take it easy.

What's going on, man?

All right, listen up.

We've got a tornado. Go out to the mess hall.

We've got men who are trapped and hurt. Come on, let's go.

Everybody, move.

Hey, you, Darnell, come on, let's go.

Come on, move it, move it.

I'm way ahead of you, governor.

I've already got a rescue operation underway.

Right.

I'm going to the mess hall. I may be needed.

Yeah, fine, chaplain, fine.

What does this yo-yo want now?

What's this all about, Wells?

Found out that guard from Harriston's a plant.

And Pete Darnell,

he's in a jail in Texas someplace.

Then, who's the guy in here?

Well, I think that's your job to find out, Galloway.

I think I know who'll tell us.

Agent Jack Harris, please. It's an emergency.

Chaplain?

Go, move, move, move.

The chaplain wouldn't tell us nothing, which is too bad for him.

What did you do?

If the guy's not Pete Darnell, then he's a cop.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna act fast or else we're both flushed.

That cop's not in his cell, he's at the mess hall.

So is Shankley. Get over there, Murphy, take some of the boys.

- Galloway, we gotta... - Don't worry.

All you gotta do is tell the feds he died a hero.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Put it out, man.

Put it out!

Who's in there?

I'll lift it up. Get him out.

Wait!

Where is Darnell?

He's in there. Why?

He's a cop. He's gotta go down playing hero.

- Come on. - Let's go.

- Come on. - Let's go. You stay right here.

- Help me. - Over here.

- Come on, he's here. - Over here.

Take him.

Over there.

There's your hero. Get him.

Over here! Somebody!

Help him first.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

- Here. - Give me a hand.

- I got one over here. - We're almost there.

Get off him.

Help me. Over here.

Hold on, I'll get you out.

What the hell is this?

FBI, Special Agent Harris.

Chaplain Carberry's dead.

- I'm sorry to hear that. - You're gonna be a lot sorrier.

What do you mean by that?

Chaplain Carberry documented everything that happened here.

I think I need to speak to my attorney.

Where's Pete Darnell? Where is my partner?

The mess hall collapsed. He's down there with the rescue operation.

- Come on, we gotta get him out. - We got two more over here.

Watch that wire.

Help me.

Kill him.

Give me a gun. Give me a gun.

Okay, let's find him.

Oh, no, man.

- Quit yanking. - Over here.

Watch your head. Watch your head.

Get him out.

Keep working.

- Texas Rangers. - Okay.

Texas Ranger, drop the gun.

Come on.

I haven't celebrated like this since I had my accountant whacked.

Must be a dangerous profession with a man like you.

Only if you cross me.

- What happened? - He copped a plea.

Had the almighty Texas Rangers to protect him,

but I took out him and the Texas Rangers.

It was a sweet hit.

You son of a...

Have a nice life, Galloway.

It's going to be a great day.

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