Last Castle The
[Man] Take a look|at a castle, any castle.
Now break down the key elements|th at make it a castle.
They haven't changed|in a thousand years.
One, location. A site on high ground|that commands the territory...
as far as the eye can see.
Two, protection,;big walls.|Walls strong enough|to withstand a frontal attack.
Three, a garrison.|Men who are trained and willing to kill.
Four, a flag.|You tell your men,
''You're soldiers|and that's our flag. ''
You tell them nobody|takes our flag.
[ Man ]|One step forward. Forward!
And you raise that flag so it flies high|where everyone can see it.
Now you've got yourself|a castle.
The only difference between|this castle and all the rest,
is that they were built|to keep people out.
This castle is built|to keep people in.
[ Shouting ]
- [ Men Chattering ]|- [Man On P.A., Indistinct]
[ Rapping, Indistinct ]
Come on. Give me the ball.|Give me the ball, man.
- Come on. Give me the fucking ball.|- Fuck you!
- [Knock On Door]|- [Softly] Sir?
[Louder]|Sir?A movement order just came in.
Give it to Captain Peretz.
- I'll take that, Sheila.|- It's a Category ''A'' transfer.
- Let me see it.|- [ Arguing ]
- [Man]Fall out!Fall out!Fall out!|- Play ball, man. Come on.
- ~~ [ Classical ]|- [Peretz] 1700 hours?
N-No, no, we're prepared.
Well, it's just|really fast. Okay.
All right. You're sure|you're positive about this.
Okay. Thank you.
[ Exhales ]|It's the real deal.
He is coming in|at 1700 hours.
Seventeen hundred hours today?
That's what they said, sir.
I don't understand.|The trial began today.
Apparently, he pled guilty|and got ten years.
They're expediting|his transfer as a courtesy.
Oh, as a courtesy?
They should be naming a base|after the man. Not sending him here.
My God, Eugene Irwin.
Well, we have verdict.|We have a sentence.|We have a prisoner.
We do our job...|whether we like it or not.
Puts us on our toes,|though, doesn't it?
[Man On P.A.]Escort detail|report to Gate 18 prisoner.
Escort detail meet|the prisoner on Gate 'A. ''
[Inmate]|I give him a week.
- 'Til what?|- 'Til he ''scrags'' himself.
The court-martial didn't|put him over the edge,
- I guarantee you the shithouse will.|- A week?
- Six bundles.|- Six? Let's make it ten.
- Allright. Make it ten then.|- [Man]Ah, there we go.
Ten bundles, Mr. Dellwo.|Very specific man.
- Anybody else?|- You have absolutely no idea|what you're talking about.
Come on.|We'll make it like the final four.|Ten bundles a square. Who's in?
I'm not going to bet on whether or not|a man's going to kill himself.
That's some creepy shit, pilot.
Besides, look at him. One week?|He's tougher than that.
[Inmate]How much tougher,|eight, ten, what?
- [Inmate] Eight.|- [Inmate #2]Anyone else?
- You're an ice-cold mother fucker, Yates.|- Hey, I'm not betting...
he's going to off himself,|I'm just playing the books.
- What about you, Cutbush?|I know you're in.|- Put me in for a week and a half.
- A week and a half?.|- Wallace?
- Go ahead.|- I have the transfer ''A''|to the P.R.U. now.
- Copy that. P.R.U.|- [Woman]One wallet. Leather.
- Family photos?|- [Irwin]My daughter.
- Grandson.|- Would youlike to keep these?
Um, that's an authorized item.
I'd appreciate that.
One set of keys. Glasses.
I'm going to need your ring.
Oh. Actually, you can keep that.|Academy rings are authorized.
Three stars, two sets.|Looks like that's everything.
- So, uh--|- [ Knocking On Door]
- Sir? Prisoner Irwin is outside.|- Five minutes.
Five minutes.|You can put that down if you want.
- You talking to me?|- Yes.
I know what you're thinking.|Do I salute you, or do you salute me?
Well, the answer is neither.
My men salute me, of course,|and each other according to rank.
But there is no saluting|by the general prison population.
Well, first things first.|Are you hungry?
- No.|- Are you sure?Mondays are|our Salisbury steak night.
- Always a cause for celebration.|- Indeed.
Indeed. May I|offer you some lemonade?
- Thank you.|-Just be a minute, sir.
- Prisoner Aguilar--|- If you'll step over here, I'll give you...
a basic layout|of the facility.
The building we're in now|is the administration building.
That building there|houses the tiers.
That's where you|and the other inmates will live.
The building next to it is the laundry,|where I've had you assigned.
Oh, that is|the old blockhouse wall.
It's all that's left of|the original prison from the 1870s.
I could've removed it, but I thought|it was important to keep a sense of history,
so I asked the men|to rebuild it.
- They seem to enjoy it.|It's a matter of some pride now.|- [Knock On Door]
- Sir?|- Yes? Please, on the table there.
[Peretz]|Come on. Let's go.
I personally meet with|every new inmate here at the prison.
And I ask them a question.
What do you expect from|your time here at the castle?
Nothing.|Just to do my time and go home.
Perfect.|That is the perfect answer.
And now I have what may seem|under the circumstances,|a bizarre request.
I have a collection of most|of the seminal books on warfare,
including The Burden of Command.
Andi was wondering if you would|do me the honor of signing it?
- Certainly.|- Thank you.
- Captain Peretz.|- Yes, sir?
- That's impressive.|- Yeah. It's a great collection, isn't it?
That's a mini eball|from Shiloh, used in battle.
Grant lost 13,000 men|at Shiloh.
Suppose this got one of'em?
Never know. Do you?
I mean, do you|collect anything?
Just a few coins from some of|the countries I've traveled to.
My father didn't care|for military collections.|I guess it stuck with me.
Any man with a collection like this|is a man who's never set foot|on a battlefield.
To him, a mini eball from|Shiloh is just an artifact.
And to a combat vet,|it's a hunk of metal...
that caused some poor bastard|a world of pain.
I must have misshelved it...|your book.
We'll do it another time.|No, please, please. Allow me.
Sir, lights out in five.|Do I hold the lock?
No. No. We are--|We're through here.
Prisoner Aguilar, what are you doing?|You do not salute this man.
This man has no rank.|Saluting amongst prisoners is prohibited.
Y-Yes, sir.|Bu-But I was saluting you.
- Take the prisoners|to their cells, Captain.|- Yes, sir.
Thank you for|your hospitality, Colonel.
[Man On P.A.]Inmates,|one step to the rear... halt!
[Man]|Shut the doors!
You're gonna be in cell 345.
- You get to shower every other day.|- [Prisoners Chattering]
- Okay, hold up.|- You fuck! I'm going to kill you!
- [Guard]Shut up, Beaupre.|- [Shouting Continues]
[Peretz]Do not cross|the yellow line while in formation.
During the day you're free to be in|this area we're walking in right now.
- Showers on both sides.|- Those stars don't mean|shit now, do they?
You're allowed one book in your cell,|in addition to the Bible.
Go up here,|then make a right.
-I've got eight bundles on you, General!|- Let's see--
No, no, no. You got to hold out|for five weeks, then kill yourself.
[ Peretz Talking, Indistinct ]
- Three-four-five. Crash 345.|- [BellRings]
[ Peretz ]|First call, 0600.
- [Inmate] What'd you do, man?|- What are you here for, man?
- Close 345.|- [Inmate]How many did you kill?
[Inmate]|Welcome to the castle, baby!
- [Knocking On Door]|- [Peretz]Sir?
[ Exhales ]|Prisoner Irwin's in his cell.
- He's really something, isn't he?|- Mmm.
Would you like|the end-of-day report, sir?
- Is everyone where|they're supposed to be?|- Yes, sir.
Then skip it.
Very good, Colonel.|Is there anything else?
Tomorrow, put out|only one basketball.
[ Inmate ]|What you doing?
- You just hit a brickwall.|- Nigga, why you doin' that shit?
- Come on, little brother.|- Get your hands off me!
- Come on, bitch!|- [Arguing Escalates]
[ Inmates Shouting, Cheering ]
[ Whistles ]
Three-to-one|on the little man.
[ All Shouting ]
[ Inmate ] Stab him!
Come on, Thumper. Kill 'im!
Come on, bitch!
- [ Talking, Indistinct ]|- What are you doing?
- Man, you don't like it, Doc,|take a walk.|- You're fuckin' sick, Yates.
You see how easy it is|to manipulate men?
Someone should|write a paper on it.
Come on! Come on, bitch!
- End it.|- Sound the horn.
[Guard]|On the ground now!
[Man On P.A.]All inmates remain|on the ground in a prone position.
Get the hell down now!
- Thumper, get down!|-[Thumper]I didn't mean it!
[Inmates Yelling]|Get down, Thumper!Get down!
- Get down, Thumper!|- Yes, sir.
[Man On P.A.]Allinmates remain|on the ground in a prone position.
- [Inmates Yelling]|- No! I didn't do anything!
- ~~ [ Singing, Indistinct ]|- Thumper, get down!
~ Sound off~~
- [Gunshot]|- [Inmates]Oh, shit!
- Watch where you're going.|- Kiss my ass!
Don't worry about it.|We'll do it later.
- [Inmate]Damn nigger!|- [Inmate #2] What?
- You heard me!|- [Inmate #2]|Say it to my face, white bitch!
I'm gonna kick your white ass|through the air!Shut the fuck up!
What the fuck|you doing, be a no? Hey!
I said what the fuck|are you doing?
- The mortar's weak, Beaupre.|- Don't worry about it.
- Mind your own business.|- Cool out, man.
Shut the fuck up,|or I'll stick this in your neck.
[Cut bush]|They'll throw you back in the hole.
- It's all w-weak.|- Don't worry about the mortar.
- M-My daddy's-- My daddy's a mason.|- Spit it out.
I don't give a fuck|if your dad built the pyramids.|Whites work the wall, period.
Get back on Spic duty and bring me|some rocks before I give you a slap.
- They won't set, Beaupre.|- What did I just tell you?
What'd I just tell you?|We're only doing this...
to keep Johnny-fucking-eyeballs|off our back.
Don't make me tell you again.|Back the fuck off!.
Beaupre! Knock it off.
What? Big hero.
Don't worry about me|going back to the hole.
[ Chattering ]
How you doing?
You probably don't remember me,|but I served under you in the Gulf.
Dr. Thomas Bernard,|33rd Medical Unit.
That's right. Actually, it's|Lee Bernard, but close enough.
You were arrested for hashish--|possession of hashish-- as I remember.
- That's right.|- It was a small amount, as I recall.
- You don't get sent here for that.|- No, no. You don't.
There's more to it than that.|Hey, Thumper!
- I was able to get you an aspirin.|- Thanks.
[ Exhales ] I got shot|with a real bullet once, Doc.
Didn't hurt this much.
That's the upside of real bullets,|they cut through the flesh,|hit fewer nerve endings.
Downside is they kill you.
Of course, so do|the rubber ones sometimes.
[Thumper]|Hellof a downside.
Hey, Doc, you think I might|get one of them Purple Hearts?
Absolutely, Thumper. You take it easy.|I'll try to get you some more.
You know Winter played us|with that one basketball shit?|Come on, man.
- General, sir.|- Don't call me sir.|I'm not a general anymore.
- Can we at least talk to you?|- About what?
You still got friends in the Pentagon,|right? You could talk to them.
I'm a little hazy|on the subject matter.
Look, what happened here today|happens all the time, sir.
- Let me get this straight.|You mean there's violence?|- Yeah.
- In a prison packed with violent criminals.|- That's not what we're saying.
No. There's been--|How many this year, Doc?
Um, 13 men down, 11 of them|were critical injuries--
Stop your fucking whining.|Listen to yourselves.
Then he only gives us the most|basic medical treatment.
Completely substandard services.
- Substandard services?|- Yes. Substandard services.
It's fucked-up shit, man.
I had a friend in Hanoi who had|to repair his own fractured tibia.
You cannot begin to compare what went on|in a foreign POW camp 30 years ago--
No, you can't compare.
I've led real soldiers in more|difficult situations than this.
But you're not real soldiers|anymore, and neither am I.
There've been murders.
Do you know what happens when|you take a rubber bullet to the head?
The lights go out.
Twice in the last year|there've been accidents...
- where men have been|hit in the head and killed.|- Nothing can be proven.
We're talking about expert marksmen|shooting from minimal distances.
The guards just say the guy|turned his head and boom.
It's not a random thing. You get on|Winter's bad side, you're done.
When you're doing|combat duty, after a while,
life just becomes snapshots.
Most of them horrible.|But not all ofthem.
Three years ago in Bosnia,|I was driving a small unit|through an IFOR town.
And I saw something|pretty interesting.
I saw an old man|sitting on a bombed-out porch,
playing a game of Dominos with|what I presume is his grandson.
When I saw that I thought,|you know, it's my turn.
I didn't retire after that, as I should have.|I took one last assignment.
It was a mistake.
So, gentlemen, I'm done.
I'm not fighting anyone|or anything anymore.
I'm doing my time here,|I'm going home, and God willing,
I'm going to sit on the porch|and play a game of Dominos...
with my grandson,|who I've never met.
What'd I fucking tell you, Doc?
You call a three-star General ''man''?|Why don'tyou call him ''dude''?
[Man On P.A.]Attention, inmates,|the library will close early at 1700 hours.
The library will close|early tonight at 1700 hours.
- Watch yourself, snitch.|- Hey, Yates, everything all right?
- Okay.|- [Inmate] My boy say you got a nice ass.
I got a guy in 129 who's|way behind, telling me stories.
- How late is he?|- Three weeks.
- Why didn'tyou tell me?|- I'm telling you now.
Yates, no way that was a touchdown,|baby. That was a fucked-up call.
Keep that shit on the down-low.|They're all fucked-up calls.
How you doing?
So we lost: 22 to 20.
I met you once|when I was a kid.
1981. It was a welcome-back celebration|at the White House for the POWs.
- My father was with you in Hanoi.|- What's your name?
- Yates.|- Yates? Sam Yates?
- Good man.|- Nah, he wasn't.
After 30 years, everyone's|a good man. It's the law.
- Mmm.|- How is he? How's your dad?
He's not too good. He's dead.
- [Man On P.A., Indistinct]|- I'm sorry. What happened?
Billing worth, Irwin, Jacobson--
You're late. You have five minutes|left on your visitor.
- Five minutes left.|- [ Chattering ]
- Hi.|- Hi.
- It's good of you to come.|- Thank you.
Was it hard getting here?
Um, I missed a turn.
It's just good to see you.
- How's Ben? Good?|- Fine. Uh-huh.
- School okay? Grades?|- Um, well he's in first grade.
- Well, do you have a picture of him?|- No.
The one I have is two years old.|He must have changed a lot|since-- since then.
And how are you, Rosalie?
- Look, Dad--|- Uh-oh. ''Look, Dad.''
I just-- I can't do this.
I can't do this small-talk thing|with you.
The whole drive over here,|I was trying to think what--
What am I going to say?|What can we talk about|beyond the weather...
and how's Ben,|and I just went blank.
Do I-- Do I intimidate you?
- Intimidate me?|- I guess that's the downside...
of having a ''Yes, sir'' ''No, sir''|military father, but I tried not to--
You weren't a father at all.
God, I'm sorry. I don't want to whine.|I'm not here to be cruel.
You're a great man.
And you've done so much|for this country.
- But?|- No. No but. No but.
Just this isn't the place.
Well, it's the only place|I've got right now, Rose.
Why did you call me, Dad?|Why? I don't know you.|You don't know me.
I mean, what did you think|asking me here?
That I'd come every Sunday|and maybe I'd bring Ben...
and he would sit|and color while we talked?
There was a time.|When I was about 20,
I had a whole list of things|I was going to say to you.
- [Bell Rings]|- Those days are gone.
[Guard] The visitation session is over.|Please conclude your visits.
- [Inmate]|This isn't enough time, man.|- Let's go, folks. Let's go.
I'm sorry you're in this place.|And I wish you the best.
I wish you the best.
I guess you figured out|what to say after all.
- I guess I did.|- Be all right if I wrote? Is that okay?
There's some things|I'd like to tell you.
When I was in first grade,|I got straight ''As.''
[Inmate]|Come on. Let's go.
- Afternoon, sir.|- Don't call me that. I'm not--
Put your hand down.
- Permission to speak, sir.|- What?
I just wanted to say|welcome to the castle, sir.
- It's good to have you aboard, sir.|- Aboard?
- You Navy puke, son?|- No, no, sir. I was in the Corps.
What rank were you|when you were arrested?
- I was a C-C-C--|- It was either Colonel or Corporal.
- I'm guessing Corporal.|- Yes, sir.
Why are you here?|What did you do?
Well, that's just it.|I di-didn't do nothing.
It was a mistake.
[Man On P.A.]|Medication call is in five minutes.
I h-hurt someone real bad.
How long you been here?
- Two years.|- And how long do you have?|How much longer?
Four years, eight months,|eleven days.
And this mistake,|you've just the one?
-Just one day in your life?|-Ju-Ju-Ju--
No. Take your time.|Got plenty of that.
Just five seconds, sir.
And you're a marine for what,|one or two years?
And you're a violent criminal|for five seconds?
- Yes, sir.|- Well, according to my calculations,
that makes you mostly Marine.|About 98 percent, I'd say.
- Yes, sir.|- Then why not act like one?|Stand tall.
This thing that you're doing with your|hand, grabbing your hair, what's that?
- That was a salute.|- A sa-- Oh, no. [ Laughs ]
- I don't think so.|You know where saluting comes from?|- No, sir.
It comes from medieval times.|Two knights would approach|each other on horseback.
They would raise their visors|and show their faces.
It's like they're saying,|''This is who I am.
I'm not the enemy|and I'm not afraid.''
A salute's about respect, son.|Respect for yourself,|the service and the flag.
- [Knocking On Door]|- If you're going to do this--
Sir, you wanted to seeme? Sir?
Look at that.
- Oh, man.|- No, no, no.
At the War College,|his very name was spoken...
with a reverence.
As if the syllables themselves conveyed|what it meant to be a soldier.
Now here he is commanding|an army of one--
the stuttering monkey.
Can't even watch.
I discussed the regulations|on saluting with Aguilar, did I not?
- Yes, sir.|- Remind him again-- effectively.
Put your hand down.
Put it down.
- You don't have to do this.|- Prisoner Irwin, what are you doing?
- He doesn't have to do this.|- Look,just step back in the prison--
Son, I know a thing or two|about the disciplining of soldiers.
- Prisoner Aguilar,|resume your punishment.|- Punishment is over.
Aguilar, I'm warning you--
- [Whistle]|- Men down!Men down!
You're better than this.
- Okay, okay. That's enough.|- [Alarm Wailing]
[Man On P.A.]|All inmates remain on the|ground in the prone position.
All inmates remain on the|ground in the prone position.
[Guard]|Stay down!Everybody stay down!
What is happening here?
This prisoner was interfering|with the corporal punishment|of prisoner Aguilar.
Prisoner Irwin, I understand|your coming here must be|a big adjustment for you.
To go from commanding|thousands of troops in battle,
having no war to fight and no one|to follow you must not be easy.
However, I do ask that you learn|how things are done around here...
and try to set an example|for the other men.
Saluting is prohibited.|Aguilar was saluting.
He is being disciplined.|Surely you understand that.
- Captain, take the prisoner|back to his cell.|- Yes, sir.
Sir? May the prisoner speak, sir?
- Yes.|- According to the Manual of Conduct,
the corporal punishment for|a prisoner begun on the day shift...
cannot exceed|the following morning's horn.
Prisoner Irwin,|you are absolutely right.
Thank you for bringing that|to my attention.
- Captain. Captain.|- Yes, sir.
Prisoner Irwin,|under no circumstances...
is an inmate allowed to make|physical contact with an officer.
You have violated the|U.S.M.C.F. Manual of Conduct.
And this violation|requires discipline.
What's going on?
- Winter's got him|on rock-and-roll detail.|- Is he not going to make it?
No way. Three-two against.
Come on, you guys.|Those stones weigh 25 pounds a piece.
It's gonna be 85 degrees by noon.
We have 2,000 percent humidity.|The guy's not going to make the day.
- Everyone paid up this week?|- Yeah, we're good.
Put mine in,|double or nothing against.|No way he's gonna make it.
- Beaupre, 12.|- [Yates] Double or nothing, against.
Hey, hey, hey.|[ Continues, Indistinct ]
[Yates]|Who's down forten?
At least take some water.|If you're dehydrated, you're gonna drop.
-Can he take it off, boss?|- Captain?
You can take off|your shirt if you want.
- [Inmate #1] Hey!|- [Inmate #2] What the fuck is that?
- Electrical burn scars.|- What do you mean?|How long was he in there?
Six years.|Could of got out in four.
They offered him a full release,|but he stayed six.
He said he wouldn't leave|without his men.
[Inmate]|Come on, baby!Drop that rock!
[Inmates Cheering In Distance]
[Inmate]|Come on, General. You can do it.
- Come on, baby!|- [Inmate]Push that rock, soldier!
Kind of tired, sir.|Why don't you call it quits?
Don't listen to him, sir.|It's not that hot.
Why don't you|call it quits, sir?
Go, General!|Come on, baby!
[Inmate]Come on.|One more rock! You got it, sir!
That's it. It's over.|Somebody pushed me.|That's it. He's down.
- He can't go on like that.|It's all over. Stay down.|- Look at me.
- Follow it.|- It'sall done. All over.
It's all over.|Yates, 36 packs you owe me.
- How many?|- Four.
- What day is it?|- Saturday.
- He's fine.|- [All Cheering]
[ Grunts ]
- Yeah!|- [ Inmates Chanting ] Go! Go! Go!
[ Cheering ]
[ Cheering Continues ]
[ Blows Whistle ]
The discipline order|was horn-to-horn labor.
Doesn't matter where the stones are.|You have to continue.
What's he supposed to do, Captain?|He just moved the whole goddamn pile.
Well, he can move 'em back.
- [ Exhales ]|- Bets are still on.
- Seven-two, against.|- You're a fuckin' snake, man.
- Don't bet if you don't want to.|- Yates, four in favor.
Four in favor, Aguilar.|Four in favor!
Who's down for ten?
The horn.|They're holding the horn.
Winter's holding the horn.|That ain't right.
- [Inmate]Son ofa bitch.|- [ Grunts ]
- [Horn Blaring]|- Allright, everybody|to the tiers for count!
- Let's go!Move it!|- [Man On P.A.]|Inmates will move to tiers...
for face-to-badge count.
Inmates will report to the tiers|for face-to-badge count.
Why would you kill yourself|to help him with his wall?
It's not his wall.|It's your wall.
Prisoner Irwin, let's go.
The commandant|would like to see you.
- They clean you up okay?|- Yes.
The cut above your eye,|it's not too serious I hope.
[ Sighs ]|Well, I am sorry about this.
It's the standard cooling-off period|after a punishment detail.
I hope you understand...|I did this for the men.
- The men?|- Yes, to show them--
To show them that you are|no different than they are.
Your new friend, Aguilar, he took|a claw hammer to his platoon leader.
He maimed him in a quote,|unquote fit of rage.
[ Sighs ] Whenever I am...|filled with doubt--
whenever sentiment creeps in--
I just have to open an inmate's file|and see what he's done.
I see what he's capable of.|I see the worst in him.
And that makes my job easier.
It crystallizes my mission.
- Take him back to the tiers.|- Yes, sir.
- Sergeant, taking him back to cell 345.|- Very well, Private.
[ Tapping Sound ]
[Inmates Tapping In Unison]
[Tapping Continues, Louder]
- Your winnings.|- My winnings?
Aguilar placed a bet for you.
Four bundles at seven-to-two,|two bundles at eleven to one.|That's 36 bundles.
You could get yourself|thrown out of the Hall of Fame|for betting on yourself.
Would you pass these out|to the men? I don't smoke.
Thank you, sir.
- So you're the gambler.|- Nah, I don't gamble.|I'm just the book keeper.
- Yeah?I hear you're running|a suicide pool on me.|- That's right.
- Any squares left?|- [ Chuckles ] Yeah, there's one.
- How much to enter?|- No way, man.
Knowing you, you'd off yourself|just to win the bet.
Oh-ho, not me.|I bet on myself, it's to win.
Yeah, you don't always win.
No. [ Chuckles ]|Clearly not.
You know, my father said|you kept him alive in Hanoi.
- He said you kept all those guys alive.|- Nah.
When you're tortured,|the first thing they do is try|to break down your sense of self.
And I broke in Hanoi.
Forweeks, the last thing in|my mind was self-preservation.
In fact, I prayed|for death every night.
And the only thing that kept me|from answering those prayers,
were the voices of the men|in the other rooms--|your father among them.
I don't care what you've heard, Yates.|They kept me alive.
Not the other way around.
Youc ost memy whole stash|of smokes.
Oh. Well, I'm sorry about that.
Well, you win some,|you lose some.
So what did you mean earlier|about it being our wall?
I mean, it's Winter's wall.|That fuck just makes us work it|to keep us occupied.
It's like we're a bunch|of little kids or something.
In 1870, there was nothing here.
The original prison was built|by prisoners. I want to show--
I want to show you something|I found the other day.
Oh, here it is.
You see this?
''Private A.J. Beck, 191 2-1 923.''
Now why do you suppose|Private Beck--
What do you think he was doing,|building his own prison?
- How the fuck do I know?|- Well, I don't know either,|but I can make a guess.
My guess is he wasn't|building a prison.
My guess is he was|building something else.
They may have told him to build|a prison, but, in his own mind,
he was raising walls|to protect himself.
My guess is he was|building a castle.
That's a castle?
Yeah, it could be. Could be.
- If somebody rebuilt it.|- How we supposed to do that, sir?
How are you supposed to do that?|I don't know anything about walls.
Why don'tyou ask pri--|AskAguilar.
His dad's amason.
[ Inmates Cheering ]
[ Hysterical Laughter]
Good morning, sir.
- What happened here?|- The prisoners,|they knocked it down, sir.
- Why?|- Irwin, he told them to.
What's up, Aguilar?
Th-That's not the right rock.
Cutbush, you believe this kid?
Yeah, he seems|to know his shit, you know?
All right, Aguilar. I'll bite.
- Bring me the right rock.|- O-Okay.
You need a rock|with a flat edge,
because-because|that one's jagged.
- Th-The jagged ones go in the middle.|- The middle? All right.
Bring me another one.
If I keep getting you the flat rocks,|you'll never learn--
I'll get you one more,|okay, Beaupre?
Mr. Aguilar?It looks good.
- [Inmate] Morning, Chief.|- [Man]Molly be damned
~Smote Jimmy the Harp|with a horrid little pistol|and a lariat
~She's goin'to the bottom|She's goin'down the drain
~Said she wasn't big enough|to carry it
~She said,|''Get behind the mule''
- ~ Gotta get behind the mule|- Pu-Put that on the outside.
~ You gotta get behind the mule
~In the morning and plow
~ You gotta get behind the mule
~In the morning and plow
I'm impressed.|Pretty handy with a trowel.
- Good work, you guys.|- You know it, Chief.
- Nice work.|- Thanks, Chief.
- What do you think?|- I think she's beautiful.
- That's the word.|- Eighteen courses in one week.
I'm proud of you.|You should be proud.
- Men did good, huh?|- They did.
Now, listen. Be sure to leave a window,|a portal. Every castle has one.
Aguilar?Excuseme, Chief.|Aguilar, come here a minute.
- Go ahead.|- Guys, hold up a minute.
Hold up the work.
Maybe you should go first.
Put your name in the wall.|Hey, hold up on the work.
Come on.|Put your name right in here.
Spell it out.|A-- [ Stutters ] G-G-G.
- Scumbags are having| at it, sir. Yes, sir.|- [Winter]Really?
They're calling Irwin ''Chief.''|That's the word they got for General.
They got substitute names|for the other ranks, too, sir.
Anybody who was a captain is ''Boss.''|Sergeants are ''Sport,'' Privates are ''Pal.''
Playing soldier, sir.
- Hearts and minds.|- Sir?
He's building a structure ofloyalty.|He's offering them self-respect,
in exchange for obedience.
The general is building|himself an army.
He can have their hearts and minds, sir.|As long as we got 'em by the balls.
- Well put, Corporal.|- Thank you, sir.
- Captain.|- [ Cocks Gun ]
- Bring him to my office.|- Who, sir?
- The prince of Venezuela.|Who do you think?|- General Irwin?
[Winter] When you first arrived,|I asked you a question.|I need to ask again.
What do you want from your time|here at the castle, Mr. Irwin?
And my answer is the same|as it was then.
Do my time. Go home.
So you say, but everything|you have done has contradicted that.
[ Sighs ] These men are not here|for unpaid parking fines and traffic--
I'm under no illusion why|the men are here, Colonel.
I just think they might|be reminded...
about some of the good things they've|done, rather than only the worst.
Yes, that is-- that is something|my predecessor used to say.
In his last two years here there|were seven escape attempts,
twelve injury assaults on officers|and N.C.O.s, including one killed.
Since I've assumed command,|there have been zero escape attempts,
zero injury assaults,|zero fatalities.
Some may question|my methods, but they do work.
No soldier has ever died needlessly|under my command, Mr. Irwin.
See, I, too, share|the burden of command.
You may not think that|I've ever set foot on a battlefield,
but that's because you've never|sat behind this desk-- this desk.
My men and I are|vastly out numbered.
We spend every day|behind enemy lines.
Because, make no mistake about it,|Mr. Irwin, they are the enemy.
But I don't need to justify|myself to you, do I?
I don't know.
that has become the focus|of so much... tension...
Well... in about two minutes,|there will be no more wall.
- [Horn Honks]|- [Man]Back away from the wall--
[ Indistinct ]|Back away!
- Come on!|- [Bulldozer Advancing]
Back away from the wall.
Aguilar!|Aguilar, damn it!
What is he doing?
Sound the horn.
Agui-- Get down!
- [Man On P.A.]All inmates|remain on the ground--|- Aguilar, get down!
[Niebolt]|What the hell are you doing?|Get down, Aguilar.
- [Aguilar]No!|- Get down!
- [Inmate]Hey, what are you|doing, Ramon?Get down!|- Aguilar, get down!
- Aguilar, get the hell down!|- Zamorro.|- Yes, sir.
- You bet, sir.|- What the hell are you doing?
- Get down!|- [Inmates shouting]|Get down!Get down!
- Aguilar, get down!|- Get down!
-[Gunshot]|-[Blaring Horn Subsides]
-Aguilar?|-[Doc] Permission|to examine the prisoner, sir.
- [Niebolt]Doc! Come on!|- Sir.
[Cell Door Closes]
[ Inmates Chattering, Indistinct ]
- Dellwo.|- Sir?
- You're a sergeant-major?|- I was.
Prisoners! Fall in!
I said, fall in!
[Dellwo]Let's go, ladies!|Now!Now!Now!
All right!|Let's fall in!
Fall in!|We don't got all day!
Come on. Fall in!
You looklike|a bunch of old women!
- Scumbags runnin' the asylum?|- [ Chuckles ] Maybe.
Some may think to be|remembered in this way...
would be a disgrace|to a soldier.
But this is not a disgrace.
The greatest monuments|to fallen men...
are not made in marble.
They're deep in the sea,|deep in the jungles,
on foreign battlefields,
a rifle driven|into the ground,
with a helmet on top...|and some tags.
And that is the tribute|that this man has earned.
Gentlemen,|Corporal Ramon Aguilar,
United States Marine Corps.
[Inmate]|~From the halls of Montezuma
~ To the shores of Tripoli
[ Other Inmates Joining ]|~We fight our country's battles ~
~In the air on land and sea
~First to fight|for right and freedom
~And to keep|our honor clean ~
~We are proud|to claim the title ~
~ Of United States Marines ~
~ Duh-duh, da, da, da, da|Da, duh-duh ~
~ La, la-la, la|La-la, la ~
- [ Snickers ]|- Sir, do you--
~ Da-da da|Da-da da da|Da-da da ~
~ Da-da da da|Da-da da da-da ~
Sound the chow horn.
Sir, you still have|about ten minutes.
- Sound it.|- Yes, sir.
- ~Da da-da da...|- [Horn Blares]
- ~[Singing Stops]|- [Dellwo]Present...
[Man On P.A.]Chowcall.|All inmates report to the messhall.
Chowcall. All inmates|report to the messhall.
So, tell me again.
Why is it|Aguilar had to die?
- [ Enriquez ] Believe us now?|- [Irwin] I believe you now.
You have checkmate|in five moves.
Looks that way, sir.
Why you movin' if I have|checkmate in five moves?
'Cause I have|checkmate in three.
[Enriquez]|Shall we, uh, call it a draw?
[Winter]|If you'll excuse us, Mister, uh--
[Peretz]Enriquez.|Let's go. Move it out.
[ Extended Sigh ]
- Five?|- Four, when that picture was taken.
- Oh.|- Six now.
It was unfortunate about...
But tough decisions|do go with the job.
Burden of command, correct?
[ Exhales ]|Look.
These salutes, I've given|them some thought.
Technically, they are not|a violation of regulations.
So, if the inmates can|confine themselves to a simple...
hand movement|through the hair,
I see no problem with it.
And if the men want to call|you chief, well, that's fine.
Free speech and all that.
- Okay, then.|- No, not okay.
It's too late, Colonel.
- It's too late for what?|- For your offer.
The men don't want to salute.
They don't want to use rank.
They don't want better food.|They don't want more TV.
They just want your resignation.|So do I.
- My resignation?|- You're a disgrace, Colonel.
A disgrace to the uniform.
You should not be allowed|to retain your command.
Well, then I'd better go pack.|[ Chuckles ]
- I think you should.|- Oh?
Tell me, Mr. Irwin,|what's to stop me from just...
placing you in the hole...|for, say, six months?
If that's the way|you want to win.
[ Peretz ]|Sir, if I can make a suggestion,
- maybe we should|isolate prisoner Irwin--|- Get me General Wheeler.
[Winter] Two weeks ago,|I watched as he marched|a man up and down the yard.
A minor eccentricity. Fine.
Since then,|he's been acting as though...
he still has a command|in some fantasy army.
- And yesterday--|- I don't think you'd|want to make general.
Now, you wouldn't want to give up|all these perks, would you?
[ Laughs ]
Sorry. Go on.
Yesterday, Mr. Irwin...
told me he required|my resignation.
Frankly, I think he's|started to lose the plot.
You saying he's delusional?
I'm saying he needs|professional psychiatric help.
He's sick and becoming pathetic.
Uh, you might want to be a little|more careful in your word choice.
That sick, pathetic man|put this star on my shoulder.
Yes, sir. I know.
And I also know that|you sat in on his court-martial.
And don't talk about things|that are above your pay grade.
- Hmm?|- Yes, sir.
General Wheeler, I admire|the man as much as you do.
So I want to see that|he gets the best care possible.
And I'm not sure that|this is the right place for that.
All right.|Well, let me see him.
[Buzzer Buzzes, Door Opens]
Do we read the rules, sir?
Well, sir, normally|for a contact visit,
folks are limited to one embrace|in the beginning and one at the end.
And, uh, hands must be|visible at all times, also.
I guess that rules out the hand-job.
[ Laughs ]
Thank you, gentlemen.
- Permission to be seated, sir.|- Permission granted.
- What are you doing here,Jim?|- I'm here to see if you've lost your mind.
- [ Chuckles ]|- [Sheila]Uh, he should be|available later.
- I can take a mes--Just a second.|- Goodmorning, Miss Kelly.
-Jim--Jim, yeah-- Hold on--|- Miss Kelly?
Miss Kelly,|I got everything here but...
- the athletic gear.|- I found that--
I found that top one laying on|the floor out in the hallway.
- Hold on one second. What, Danny?|- I found that top one...
- laying on the floor in the hallway.|- Fine. Thanks, Danny.
Uh, yeah. We just needed you to send|him up here as soon as possible.
He's saying you're delusional,
that you're acting as if you're|still in command of an army.
He's saying I'm delusional|because he wants me gone.
[ Sighs ]
[Wheeler]|Now, if you had ironclad evidence...
of Winter killing a man in cold blood|for no good reason,
then I could do something, maybe.
Outside of that, the man's been|investigated three times.
He's been|exonerated three times.
And as far as Washington|is concerned,
- he's doin'a superb job.|- [ Chuckles ]
Yeah, and you're|a convicted criminal.
- You could get another investigation.|- Yes, I could.
But without any new evidence,|what would be the point?
And besides that,|Gene, honestly,
I don't give a rat's ass.
I don't care.
What I care about is you|and getting you out of here.
Now, haven't you|punished yourself enough?
- What I did was wrong,Jim.|- [Peretz]All teams.
All teams, this is|a full S.O.R.T. alert.
Repeat.;All teams,|this is a full S.O.R.T. alert.
[ Men Shouting, Indistinct ]
I cannot let this continue.
Now, you will get out of here,|and you will go spend some time...
with your daughter|and yourgrandson.
I can have my staff write up|a compassionate release on medical grounds.
- It can say whatever|you want it to say.|- There's nothing wrong with me.
For Christ's sake,|will you work with me ?
- There is nothing wrong with me.|- I see no indication of anything, sir.
Of course not.|He'll keep it hidden until|the last possible second.
Red Team, go.
Go, go, go!
Gene, what the hell is this about?|Is this about control?
- Because, you know,|no castle can have two kings.|- Go, go, go, go, go!
Get down!|On the floor, now!
- General, you must come with us.|- What are you doing?
[Man On P.A.]All inmates remain|on the ground in the prone position.
All inmates|remain on the ground--
- Let's go!|- What is this!
What is this|for Christ's sake?
- [Shouting Continues]|- [Door Slams Shut]
Go!Let's go!|Go, go, go, go!
- [ Shouting ]|- Allright!
[ Screaming, Yelling ]
Sir? Tear gas?
Return to hangar.|Nothing is happening.
It was a bluff.
You can take her home.|Return to hangar.
You thought he was gonna try|to take me hostage?
- Yes, it was a precautionary move.|- What the hell kind of...
grab-ass unit are you|running here, Colonel?
Sir, at 11 :58 this morning,|I received a letter...
stating a group of inmates were|planning on taking you hostage at 12:10.
I thought it prudent to act immediately|to ensure your safety.
I've been hearing some disturbing|things about what goes on in here.
And now I'm hearing it from a man|I trust and whose opinion I respect.
- May I speak freely, sir?|- Yes, you may.
With all due respect, General,
I don't know what|you may have been hearing.
But until you've spent some time|in the yard with those animals,
you have no idea|what happens in there.
Point taken, Colonel.
Nevertheless, if I hear...
one more story about a man dying|under your command,|you are through here.
- Do you understand me?|- Yes, sir.
As far as Gene Irwin is concerned, it is|my judgment he is as sane as you or I.
I wish he wasn't. He is.
Frankly, I'd like nothing more than|an excuse to get him out of here.
But I see the only way that's|gonna happen is if you request it.
That is true, sir.
So you just-- You tell me|you can't handle him. He's gone.
Oh, I think|I can handle him, sir.
You watch yourself, Colonel.
''Eugene R. Irwin,
''Lieutenant General,|United States Army,
''in direct contravention of|an order to evacuate Burundi...
by his commander-in-chief--''
That is the president,|for those of you who do not know.
''...selected a platoon of men to|extract Jackson Ngwe, a local warlord.
''Disregarding reliable intelligence,
''General Irwin's reconnaissance team|entered the ville at 0300.
Eight men were captured|and executed. ''
What I want you men|to understand...
is what|the consequences can be...
when you choose to follow|a man who is motivated...
solely by his pride.
A man who will do anything|for one more victory notch on his belt,
no matter what the cost,
before he fades away.
-[Peretz]Start the extractions.|-[Protesting Shouts]
[Alarm Bell Ringing]
Over here!|Come here!
Let's go.|Get out! Get out!
- [Bell Rings]|- Hi, Doc. Let's go for a little walk.
Get the fuck back!
- Open 355!|- Open it up!
[ Snarls ]|Look at you. Relax, ladies.
- [ Groans ]|- Hold him down, men!
[ Indistinct ]|I had nothing to do with this!
- No!|- [ Groans ]
- Why don't you just execute me?|- No reason for that!
- Turn him around.|- [ Baton Blows Thudding ]
- [ Groaning ]|- [ Handcuffs Clicking ]|- Don't put me in the hole!
[Man Screaming]Oh, don't--|don't put me in the hole!No!
- You want that?|- No.
- Thanks, man.|- You bet.
[ Indistinct Chatter]
What do we do now?
- Jimmy, waitup!|- [Man On P.A.]Attention, inmates.
All visitation requests|must be submitted...
to the S-3 by 1100 today.
- All visitation requests--|- So, you really did--|You really did bluff Winter.
The problem is his flush|beat your straight.
I don't play poker, Mr. Yates.|I play chess.
And in chess, you play|with somebody long enough,
you come to realize that their|first three moves are usually the same.
Chess, huh?|What was his first move?
- What was the first move?|- First, uh, two teams,
- 20 men a piece.|- Like I was saying, the inside|teams only have batons.
- Second?|- Second? Water cannon.
- Third? What kind of chopper?|- Chopper.
Sir, are you sure we should be having|this discussion this man standing--
You know he can't|be trusted, right?
I don't know.
Is that how you use|the burden of command?
To make men into--|into, uh, chess pieces?
- Yes.|- Hey, Yates.
Why don't you do yourself|a favor and run along.
[Winters] That prisoner|walking away, who is that?
Uh, that's--|That's Yates.
He was an Apache pilot, but now|he's a low life-- a hustler. He takes bets.
- On what?|- Anything.
Fights, the weather.|[ Chuckles ]
He even took bets on whether|Irwin was gonna kill himself.
''This highly effective officer seems|to have no moral grounding whatsoever.''
Is that so?
Well, that's what men|better than me seem to think, sir.
Why are you here, Yates?
I would like your version.
I was involved in a drug-smuggling|operation from Juarez to El Paso...
including several|of my subordinates, sir.
You were ''involved.''
You ran it, did you not?
Says here that you wore|a wire on your men.
Is that correct?
- Yeah.|- And how many years...
did they take off|your sentence for... that?
Four years, sir.
And now you're the prison bookie.
Tell me, Yates,|how does a man like you...
get into West Point?
My father was a winner of|the Congressional Medal of Honor, sir.
Well, sometimes the apple does fall|far from the tree. [ Snickers ]
- [ Snickering ]|- Your father--
Your father was a POW|with Mr. Irwin, was he not?
[ Chuckles ]
- Yes, that is correct.|- And yet, you haven't|seen fit to join Mr. Irwin's--
- Crusade?|- Crusade.
- Why is that?|- It's not my fight.
Mr. Irwin is in a fight?
It says here|you have three years...
left with us.
- Correct?|- That's what it says.
That's what it says.
Does three months sound better?
I need to resolve|this situation... quickly...
before someone else gets|hurt... or killed.
- Do you agree?|- I guess.
And the way I need to do that|is with information.
So, you might want to rethink...
your joining Mr. Irwin's...|crusade.
[ Chuckles ]
You asking me to be|your snitch, sir?
Isn't it a little late in the game|to be self-righteous?
- Dude, why I got to get my ass kicked?|- How many times you gonna ask?
Stop your sniveling.|I'm only gonna hit you once.
- Well, when?|- Now!
[ Cheering ]
- [Dellwo]Sit your tray down!|- [Inmates Clamoring]
Back off now!|I said back off now!
[ Whistles ]|On your cans!
Let's get on! Sit your asses down,|now! Let's go!
[ Mess Hall Quiets ]
You guys,|we don't have much time.
We can no longer wear|the uniform of a soldier.
We forfeited that right.
And that includes me.
I disobeyed|an executive order.
I violated my duty|as a commanding officer.
And eight men paid|a catastrophic price.
It's a mistake|not easy to live with.
So, here I am,just like you,|a convicted criminal.
The only difference between|you and me is I know I'm guilty.
[ Laughing ]
So we're packed away here|as prisoners.
And one thing is certain.
Our captors have the power.
They can try to humiliate us.
They can beat us.|They can lock us away|in a dark hole for days on end.
But there's one thing|they cannot do.
They cannot take away from us|who we are.
- And we are soldiers.|- [ All ] Yeah, that's right.
It is the one thing--|It is the one thing that gives us|a chance in here.
And that|nobody can ever take away.
- Yeah, that's right.|- [ Inmates Agreeing ]
The Uniform Code|of Military Justice.
''Grounds for Removal of|a Stockade or Disciplinary|Barracks Commander:
- ''One. Dereliction of duty.|- [Inmates] That's right. Yeah.
- ''Two. Criminal malfeasance.|- [Inmates Murmuring Agreement]
- ''Three. Non compliance|with procedural rules.|- Yeah.
''Four. Making false|official statements.
''Five. Conduct unbecoming|to an officer and gentleman.
[ Group ]|Yeah!
''Six. Cruelty and maltreatment|of persons under his command.
[ Shouting Agreement,|Rattling Tables ]
Command failure resulting|in loss of control of facility.''
Gentlemen, I propose that we|seize control of this facility.
[ Boisterous Cheers ]
[Irwin] Take a look|at a castle, any castle.
Now, break down the elements|that make it a castle.
Location. Protection.|Garrison. Flag.
The only difference between|this castle and all the rest...
- is they were built|to keep people out.|- Forward. Ho.
This castle was built|to keep people in.
But it's still a castle.
And any castle can be taken,|whether you're fighting|in the 14th century or the 21st.
To succeed in a castle war,
you have to overcome|the garrison,
take the high ground...
and ultimately|capture the flag.
All right. You set up|a command post, okay?
And here, you have|the guard-- Well, here.
First of all,|this is admin building,
Winter's office, guards.
Okay? Phase one,|neutralize Winter's guards.
Phase two, towers. Control the towers,|you control the yard.
Tower one, tower two,|tower three, tower four.
Tower four is Zamorro--|guy to watch.
Phase three,|water cannon.
Helicopter's the high ground.
Takin' the helicopter's gonna|be a bitch. But it's do able.
Finally, the flag.
Capture the flag.|When we capture the flag,|it's raised upside down.
- Distress.|- Right.
Right. Upside down means,
''Send help.|The fort has fallen.''
We raise it upside down,|and keep it that way until|Wheeler arrives and sees it.
- Then, we've won.|- [ Chuckles ]
Yates, shut the fu--|You see what I mean about him?
Hey, Yates, what are|you doin' here, huh?
I don't know.|Ask him. He invited me.
General, I know, uh, his father|served with you in Vietnam,
but do we really|need him around?
Yeah. He stays.
- Duffy?Are you in maintenance?|- Yes, sir.
[ Chattering ]
Got a minute?
How am I doin'?
Five-to-two,|in the colonel's favor.
- Well, you don't think I can win.|- He knows too--
He knows too much.|He's prepared. He's ready.
He may be prepared,|but he's not ready.
You know, we can use you.
Hey, look, I just want|to survive this and go home.
- You make a deal with him?|- What?
That's what I would do.|Go to you.
- He knows what you're capable of.|- Listen, man.
- But so do I.|- Oh, yeah?
Well, I know what|you're capable of.
- I know your type very well.|- Is that right?
Is that from your infinite years|of experience on the battlefield?
Why do you think I should help you?|Can you get me out of here?
- No.|- Then what are you going to do for me?
Oh, you're going to make me a soldier|again? Is that what you're doing?
I get to be all I can be?|You gonna teach me to salute?
You know what? This is about|the time I would be giving you|my internal soldier speech.
But the truth is, you probably|never should have been a soldier.
Your father was.|That's how I saw him.
You saw him as a disappointment.|Okay. Get past it.
That was then.|The only thing that matters here is...
what we are now|and what we do now.
This man is going to you|because he sees the worst in you.
He's going to play for the worst.|I want to see the best.
That means there's no middle.|Now, these men need you.
And I need you.|Now, it's your choice.
And don't tell me|you're surviving here, Yates.
- You're hiding.|- [ Scoffs ]
[ Chuckling ]
- How's it going this evening, sir?|- Fine, Sergeant. How are you?
Prisoner Yates|wishes to have a word.
Give me five minutes, Captain.
- [DoorCloses]|- [ Clears Throat ] Hi.
- Hi.|- [ Ringing ]
Colonel Winter's office.
Yeah. Yeah, go ahead|and just send it up.
[Door Opening, Closing]
- Sir?|- Yes.
[ Sighs ]
You want me to do|this thing for you?
This 30 days-- This three months,|it's not gonna cut it.
I got to get out of here immediately.|I got to get out of here tomorrow.
I'm afraid|that's not possible.
Look, when this thing explodes,|everyone's gonna know it's me who yakked.
And then my life's|worth nothing.
So, either you get me out|of here immediately...
or you find another guy|who knows as much as I do...
and who's willing to spill it.
The soonest I can get you out|is one week.
Sir, I'm not gonna last--
I won't last seven seconds|let alone seven days.
Well, you can ride|the week out in the hole.
No one will|get you there.
So what does Mr. Irwin|have planned for us?
He's planning|to take over the prison.
Well, that information|won't get you released.
That information won't even get|you extra potatoes at lunch.
I know the details.
I know how he plans|to neutralize your men,
how he plans to take over the tower,|weapons and tools he's building.
- Do you know when?|- [Cutbush] Yates,|I know you're in there!
- Yates! Yates, I know you're in there!|- [Guard]Cutbush!
You're a fucker, Yates!|You are gonna snitch!
Cutbush, shut up!|Cutbush, get down!
Shut up! Niebolt,|what's he doing up here?
- He brought up the laundry,|and he went ape, sir.|- All right. Enough!
Place this man in the SHU.|No one talks to him.|No one sees him.
- Understand me?|Place a guard on his cell.|- Yes, sir!
- Damn rat!|- What's the problem?
My mother's sick.|I'm trying to get a furlough.
- Shut up!|- Get him out of here!
Captain, with me.
[ Exhales Sharply]|Oh,Jesus, man.
Now you have no choice,
or you're going to spend the next|three years in solitary confinement.
[ Exhales ]|I need more time.
I got to go back into general.
I'll know somethin' tomorrow.
Come get me at 0500.
I need more time!
Inmates, one step to the rear.|March!
~[Man Singing, Indistinct]
- Sir?|- Where's Yates' cell?
It's 340, sir.
You ready to play?
-Morning, sir.|-Fall out.
So, what do you|have for me?
- Not much.|- Not much.
Then why are you here?
I thought there was something|you might wanna know.
When they take over the prison,|they're going to fly the flag|upside down.
- Upside down?|- It's the international|sign of distress, sir.
Yes, I know what it means.
And where are they|going to get a flag?
They already have it. Yours.
- Peretz, who was in here yesterday?|- I took it, you murdering fuck.
I thought you|were smarter than that.
Yes, I know you did.
You gonna tell us|where that flag is?
Come on. Get up, Yates.|Where's the flag?
[ Spits ] You know, you're|a real fuckin' coward, Zamorro.
And you're a big hero.|Let's go. Come on.
Get your hands off me,|mother fucker!
Shut up, Yates!
[ Breathes Deeply]
- [Buzzer]|- [Man On P.A.]|All inmates on the rack.
This is a shakedown.
Come on! Fall out!|Let's go !
All inmates proceed to the yard|through the south ports.
[Guards Continue Yelling]
- [Buzzer]|- On the double! Move it!
Come on. Go, go!
- This way, chief.|- Let's go! Move it!
[ Shouting Continues ]
Over there, sir.
- It's crazy, huh?|- Let's go!Step it up!
- Come on!Let's go!|Move it, prisoners!|- Really crazy.
- Go!|- All right!
- [Commotion]|- [Objects Shattering]
Captain Peretz,|you will find my flag.
I don't wanna hear that.|You have your orders.
Find the damn thing.
Sir, they found|a lot of weaponry.
- But no flag.|- No, sir.
But at least we have|all their weapons.
There's nothing much|they can do now.
How many men do we have|searching the tiers?
We have close to a hundred.|Pretty much everybody we could get.
It's not about the flag.|He wants to be in the yard.
Get our men out of the tiers|and into the yard now.
- [ Blows Whistle ]|- Everybody into the yard!
Riot formation!|Let's go! Double time!
- Peretz! Get those men|into the yard, now!|- Yes, sir!
- Alert the S.O.R.T. teams. Go, go!|- [ Speaks, Indistinct ]
Chain, chain, chain.
How's it feel, huh?|How's it feel?
- [ Grunts ]|- Bring him with us.
To the hole!
Command post up, fast!
Put me down! You know|what's going to happen to you?
- Go, go, go!|- Let us out!
- Hey! Hey! Beaupre, is that you?|- Yeah, yeah.
- Is it happening?|Fuckin' ''A'' it's happening.|- Yeah.
They chained the doors|to the tiers.
Yes. I can see that.
It's gonna take 'em|a little while to get around.
When they get here, tell them|to gear up, but hold them.
They'll expect us to come|hard and fast, so we won't.
- [Gunshot]|- Whoa! Hey!
Yates, you little prick. I bet against you|and it cost me a whole stash of smokes.
Yeah? There's|a lot of losers today.
- Go!|- [Gunfiire]
- What's the deal?|- Come on, Zamorro, you mother fucker!
Come on! Come on!|You fucking believe this guy?
Okay, let's go.|Here we go. Let's go. Let's go.
- Hey, get it out right now.|- Later, later.
Listen to me. The colonel said|to hold them, okay?
Hold them.|[ Sighs ]
Sir, maybe we should call C.A.C.|and get General Wheeler.
And say what, Captain?
Colonel Winter has lost control|of his own prison?
[ Shouting ]
- Keenan! Keenan,|you ready to go up, man?|- Yes, sir!
The trajectory|is going to be there.
Where do you want me?
This is Sergeant McLaren|from Fort Truman Prison.
Can I speak|to General Wheeler?
Well, you're gonna have to|wake the dude up, man.
This is from Colonel Winter.
We're having, like,|an uprising here.
Go. Launch when ready.
Go, go, go! Come on!
Light her up.|Light her up.
[ Grunting ]
Sir. Colonel,|he wants to talk to you.
- Who does?|- Him.
Colonel, I'm taking command|of your prison.
Like hell you are.
Come on, guys! Let's go!|Stop fuckin' around!|We don't got much time!
- Let's go! Come on, let's go!|- [ Irwin ] Dellwo.
- Sir?|- How close to ready?
- [Gunshot]|- Fuck! We're almost there, sir.
Sir, could-could you|come here, please?
What-What is that?|That thing right there|tucked away in the alley.
I don't know.
- Release the wave.|- [Men Yelling]
Come on, come on!|Get it up!
Go ahead and deploy|red and blue teams.
- [ Men Shout, Indistinct ]|- Let's go!
- Let's go. Come on! Move!|- [ Men Yelling ]
[ Yelling Continues ]
Lock and load|the fucking thing now!
Take it up, take it up.|Light her!
Gun! Bring me the gun!|Bring me the gun!
Bring it! Bring it!|Let's go! Come on!
Load her up. Load her up.|Charlie, you ready?
- Set!|- Clear!Fire!
Fuck me!|It worked, man!
- [Dellwo Shouting, Indistinct]|- [ Irwin ] Mr. Dellwo.
- Sir?|- Move ten feet forward.
Yes, sir.|Ten feet forward!
Ten feet forward!
- Zamorro, target the man loading|rocks into the trebuchet.|- McLaren?
Do not let him|put another one in.
Dellwo, you gonna|make it this time?
- You betcha, sir.|- Then now is the time.
All the way, sir!|Airborne! Hey,Jack!
- What?|- This is the one! Get it!
Come on. No, no, no, no.|This one in the middle.
- Come on, baby.|- Fire!
- [Dellwo] Fire!|- Sir!
Come on!Come on!|Hold it there!Let's go!|Get it in there!Last one!
- Make it count!Make it--|- [ Men Screaming ]
- Be still!|- Put it out! Put it out!
- Hey, hey! It's out!|- You never can tell|about these flames, man.
Told you I was gonna|get your ass back, mother fucker.|[ Chuckles ]
Watch the window.
Get that water cannon now.
- Duffy. Duffy?|- Uh,just a few more minutes, sir.
Fall back! Fall back!
All personnel, fall back!|Come on! Faster!
[ Men Groaning ]
Come on, Duffy.|What are you doing? Cut it off.
- Keep it going!|- [ Groans ]
Let's shift to the C.P.!|Shift to the C.P.! Now! Go!
[ Men Yelling ]
[ Yelling ]
Duffy, what are you doing?
[ Men Coughing ]
- Charge!|- [ Men Yelling ]
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Grunts ]
- Whoo!|- You coward mother fucker, Winter!
- [Telephone Rings]|- Colonel, it's your private line.
- Get it.|- U.S.M.C.F. Colonel Winter's office.
Uh, yes, sir.|Yes, sir. Please hold.
It's General Wheeler.
We're on our way, Colonel.|There in 20 minutes.
I don't understand, sir.
You have a prison uprising.|You sent for help.
No, no. I nev--
We have the situation|under control, sir.
- We're just... mopping up now.|- [ Wheeler] Good.
Glad to hear it.|We'll see you in 20 then.
Very good, sir.
I want this over. Now.|Get them airborne.
- Load the water cannon.|- Go, go!Come on, man!
All right,|give me the grapple!
- Hurry up! Hook it on!|- [ Speaks, Indistinct ]
Where's the fuckin' water?
[ Men Shouting ]
- Sir, I think that's Yates.|- Yes, I know.
- Hold on!|- [ Cheering ]
Where is he?
- [ Gunshot ]|- [ Grunts ]
Hey! What are you doing?|Hey!
Get this guy out!|Clear out. I'm going up.
Zamorro, take him out.|Stop him! Stop him!
To hell with|this rubber-bullet shit.
- [Instrument Panel Beeping]|- Come on! Come on!
[ Screaming ]
[ Clicks Radio On And Off]
- Come on.|- [ Groans ]
I never wrecked one before.
Don't talk. Go.|Move. Go!
Get out! Go!
You okay, Yates?
- Ready?|- Yeah.
[Dellwo]|Fallin!Let's go, men!
In formation, now!|On the double!
Let's go, soldiers!Now!
Dress right! Dress!
The men are assembled, sir.
First and second squad,|move out.
Third and fourth squad,|move out.
I have authorized the use|of lethal ammunition at this facility.
Any prisoner who refuses to obey|my commands will be shot.
All prisoners|down on the ground, now!
I will give that command|one more time.
Then I will fire into them.
Surely, you don't want that|on your conscience, do you,|Prisoner Irwin?
All prisoners|down on the ground, now!
We don't have to do this.|We'll fight on.
No. It ends here.
Men, get down!
You, too, Yates.
That's an order.
Now, give me my flag.
It's not your flag.
What are you doing, Mr. Irwin?
You have lost.
I will not let you do this.|You will not raise that flag|upside down!
Get down on the ground|or you will be fired upon.
This is mycommand!|You will not raise that flag|upside down!
Designated marksman, open fire.
Selected marksman, open fire.
Open fire on that man!|That's an order!
What are they--|What are they doing?
What are you doing?|Do it now! Open fire!
Do notlet him desecrate that flag!|Open fire on that man!
What are they doing?
- McLaren, Niebolt, with me!|- Niebolt, staywhereyou are.
Don't you defy me.|Don't you see what he's doing?|He's undermining my command!
Don't you see?|Don't you see what he's doing?
Don't you see|what he's doing?
Step away from the flag!|Step away from the flag!
[ Gunshots ]
[Peretz]Colonel!|Colonel, put the gun down, sir.
- [Peretz] Please. Please,|Colonel, put the gun down.|- [ Gasps ]
Sir, it's over now.
Just give it to me.
- [ Breathing Heavily]|- [Peretz]Prisoners stay down.
- Hey, Doc!|- [Man]Gonow!
McLaren, get 'em|back in the tiers.
[ McLaren ]|''A'' team, ''B'' team, move out now.
[Man]Let's go!|Hands behind your head!
Allright!|On your feet!
- [Men Shouting]|- [ Grunting ]
[Man]Let's go, people.|Hands behind your head.
[McLaren]Prisoners will|return to the cell block.
[ Speaks, Indistinct ]
- Come on, Doc.|- He's bleeding.
- We got an ambulance on the way.|- Get him to the hospital.
[Yates]|A great general once said,
''You tell your men,|'You're soldiers.
''That's our flag. '
''You tell them,|'Nobody takes our flag. '
''Raise your flag so it flies high|where everyone can see it.
Now you've got yourself|a castle. ''
[Man]|~ Where the years have gone|I have years to go
~ Workin' for the man|to pay the debt I owe
~ Well, the time may pass|but the truth will stand
~ When the good Lord|shakes this calloused hand
~ You can call my name|It's time to go
~But I'll never be free|till it's chiseled in stone
~Ain't no man|gonna carry my load
~I gotta be a man|and do it on my own
~Devil's in my path|and the hound's on my heel
~Have to walk in my shoes|just to know how I feel
~ The devil's callin'my name|He's the one who knows
~ That I'll never be free|till it's chiseled in stone
~ Chiseled in stone
~ Well, I keep on goin'|though there's no way out
~Every stone in my path|is a brick in my house
~A man's life is built|all along the way
~By the things that he's done|and the choices he's made
~Someday they'll call my name|I'll have a place of my own
~But I'll never be free|till it's chiseled in stone
~ On the final day|when the whistle blows
~I can rest my body|I can rest my soul
~I built my castle|in the promised land
~It's made of rocks and stone|andlike the shifting sands
~ When they mention my name|after I'm long gone
~ Well, they'll know I'm free|'cause it's chiseled in stone
~ Chiseled in stone
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