A prison picture with Charles Bickford,
Barton McLean, Georgie Stone,
Frankie Darrow,
Warnheimer, Nat Pendleton,
and the woman across the bay,
Anne Dvorak,
and her two hooker friends,
Iris Adrian and Glenda Farrell.
It's the break.
Cut to the Tower of the Warden,
Hume Crone.
All right, Dutch, this is the warden.
You've got 18 men down there,
prison guards,
who have served me faithfully.
Give up, Dutch,
and we'll meet any reasonable demands
you men want.
Except the vibrators.
Forget it. You're not getting
them, Dutch.
Can you hear me?
This is the warden.
Yada yada!
Yada yada yada yada!
Never mind those Louis
Armstrong impressions.
Give up.
You're a rotten,
vicious criminal
and menace to society.
Now the handsome but mixed
-up prison doctor,
H .B. Warner.
Oh, my son.
My son passed away many years ago
when I knew your father.
Where do you come off
that Billy Daniels jazz, you nitwit?
Shut up. I'm the warden here.
I don't want to kill anybody.
Dutch, you're a punk.
You're pushing me too far.
You better give up.
Yadda yadda!
Shut up, you goddamn nut, you!
Yadda yadda.
I'm sorry you're getting that
library card now.
I don't know what the hell to do.
Maybe if we just...
Maybe if we kill a few for an
example.
That may do it. Tower C!
You want to put the cards down
for a minute, huh?
That's right.
Kill about 700 down there.
Go ahead. I said it's all right,
now kill him.
Come on, don't get snotty you guys.
You're gonna kill him now?
The ones in the gray shirts.
The bullets?
Look at the back of my brown slacks.
Forget it. Cockamamie prison here.
No one wants to help you,
I'll just,
I'll kill about six of you
in my police special.
Wait a moment.
Before there's any killing,
I'll get down there.
Not you, Father Flotsky.
Yes, I'm going down there.
Will you come off the Pat O 'Brien
bits now?
Father, you don't understand.
These guys are monsters.
They're vicious criminals.
got knives and guns.
Sure you seem to forget, don't you,
that I've got something stronger than a gun
you mean that's right jujitsu
you're making a mistake
father Flotsky son
the mistake is mine to make
and I'm going down there
cut to the worst part of the last mile
real uncle Tom seen death
row the first
Mother boy, well, well,
soon I'll go up to heaven
on the big river boat.
Then when I gets up there,
I gonna get me a lot of fried
chicken and woody melon.
Fried chicken and woody melon.
Fried chicken and woody melon.
That's what I want to get
when I get up to that big riverboat
in heaven.
Goddamn
Yes, boss
You see you don't mind
I'm boss
if you got a natural sense of rhythm.
Yeah
The next cell
Somebody's gonna get fried tonight
Tonight tonight
someone get fried tonight
Tonight, more people using
nat ural gas
than ever before.
Tonight... Shut him up!
Shut that nut up!
Fry somebody to
night.
They're gonna fry somebody.
Shut him up!
Shut that nut up!
You don't call me a nut
when it's published.
It goes, somebody tonight.
Back to the bridge, it's
a wild tune. nerd.
Now the guy is going to the chair,
the last mile.
So long Marty.
There's my playing cards
kid.
There's my mzuzzah wong.
And there's that door.
I don't want to go in there.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
Don't sit down, Marcia.
back to the yard with father Flotsky
you know there's an old story
that once a boy goes the bad road
the good road is hard to follow
when the good road is hard to follow,
the bad road opens
when the good road closes.
You're not a bad boy, Dutch.
Killing six children
doesn't make anybody
bad now.
You don't remember, do you, Dutch,
that this is Arthur Shields
for Swiss Colony Y?
Now, Dutch,
I told them up there in the tier
that I'd take the gun away from you,
and I'm going to do it, Dutch.
Now, come on.
These guys are giving me,
come on
Dutch, give me that gun now, come on
Dutch, don't be shmucking him,
give me the gun,
give me the gun there,
yadda yadda, yadda yadda father,
he writes as a god damn nut.
Try to give me all that Rosicrucian jazz
and all those other non -sched
ule theologies there.
They're no good, a lot of them, pour it in.
You men, the prison guards,
I know this smacks of an
insalubrious deed.
I've got a job to do.
The pension, I'm not going to
screw up.
I know it's cold,
guys, but what the hell?
You know what this gig is?
It's dog -eat -dog.
You know what the gig was
when you took it?
Only hope that your old lady
swung with Mutual of Omaha.
Dutch, you've got three seconds,
three big ones.
Is there gonna listen to anybody?
I'm gonna listen nobody!
I'm gonna listen to nobody
in this whole stinking prison
ward, nobody!
Dutch, listen to me, Bubby.
Who is that?
It's Kiki, the hospital attendant.
The one who gave you the bed baths.
Give up, Bubby,
don't scrub your good time.
Kiki, you nasty, you!
Kiki, baby, I'll give it all up for you.
Did you hear that?
He's giving it up for me.
I feel just like Wally Simpson.
I don't believe it.
He's giving it all up for me.
Did you hear that,
you bitches in cell block 11?
My nurse, he's giving it up for me.
Did you hear him, Warden?
I heard him, fruit.
Watch it, warden.
Don't overstep your bounds now.
Are we going to get all our demands?
What do you want?
A gay bar in the West Wing?
All right, she'll get you.
What else?
I want to be the Avon
representative of the prison.