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(woman singing over bluesy organ riff)
His subscription to Field And Stream has lapsed.
Mom, can I show this flag
to Dad when he gets home?
Honey, your daddy's not coming home.
Yeah, but I mean when he does come home,
I want to show it to him, okay?
Why don't you go play in your room?
Let me fix you something to eat.
I'm not hungry.
You have to eat.
Uh, let me help you with your coat.
40 year old man,
never learned how to use a coat hanger.
(sobbing) How could he do this?!
Why did he have to take so many chances?
(sobbing) Why?!
It's part of the job, Denise. You know that.
Joe, who killed my husband?
I have to know.
You have to tell me.
It was a Mexican mobster named Ortiz.
He ordered Tony's murder.
So, why haven't you arrested him?
'Cause he's already in prison.
How do you get justice on a man who's already in prison?
By finding out who pulled the trigger,
and then proving that Ortiz ordered it.
Instead of eight years and out,
Ortiz goes straight to the gas chamber.
We'll get him, Denise.
I promise you.
We'll get him.
Evan, how long has Harvey been at your house?
Four days.
Ouch.
Don't worry, these things never last longer than a week.
And look at it this way, you're putting money in the Karma bank.
God, I hope so.
(sighs) Morning, children.
Harve, is that my shirt?!
Oh, yeah, yeah, I borrowed it.
You don't mind, do you?
Uh, yes I do, actually.
NASH: Harve!
Now he's wearing my clothes.
(phone ringing)
I'm gonna be in court the next couple of days
on that McAllister deal.
I want you to work the Sanchez case with Joe.
Okay.
How's it going in there?
(chuckles) Oh, just peachy.
Nice shirt.
You don't often see that color
outside of bowling alleys.
Okay, Romeo, I'm gonna make this really easy for you.
In fact, I'm gonna make it so incredibly simple,
that even you can comprehend it.
Why did Ortiz have Tony Sanchez killed,
and who pulled the trigger?
I already told you, man,
no comprendo.
DOMINGUEZ: Mira, Holmes, look,
all we want to know is who and why, okay?
But we need to know now, okay, me entiendes?
ROMEO: You're going after
a guy who's already in prison.
Isn't that double jeopardy?
My man knows the law.
I'm gonna recommend concentration.
I'm not gonna give up Ortiz
over some lame, estupido dead cop, man.
Nothing else we can do.
(yelling)
Help!
You know what, I don't think he can swim.
Tell us what we want to know
or I'll let your furry ass drown!
You're crazy, mano.
He's not gonna talk.
I better throw him something.
(sputtering)
You can't touch Ortiz, man.
He's protected!
You'll never get close to him, man, never!
Don't bet on it.
You know, this is damn near impossible.
Yeah, well, nothing's impossible.
Bubba, you're gonna make me worry about you.
You already do that.
You know, there's no way I can get you any backup.
Yeah, I know.
Okay, brother.
Let's do it.
Somebody must've screwed up my reservation, man.
I specifically ordered a room with a lanai.
Shut the hell up before I make you eat that blanket.
You think you're bad enough, brother, bust a move.
Welcome to the first day of the rest of your stay.
Around here, I am God.
You are my disciples.
And I mean that literally.
Obey my every request,
execute my every command,
and we'll get along just fine.
I heard guys find God in prison,
I just didn't expect to meet him the first day.
No talking in my line, Juarez.
Move 'em out.
GUARD: You heard him. Move!
Come on, move, move!
My name is Frank and I'm in for 18 years.
Hey, I'm, uh, Chuy, seven to ten.
Well, Chu,
since we gonna be in here for a real long time together,
I feel we ought to set some ground rules for the cell.
Oh, yeah? Like, like what?
Like, if you wanna be the husband
or you wanna be the wife.
(phone ringing) Inspector Leek.
Hi, Harve, it's me.
Nash, how goes it?
Well, if I don't hear the word "object" for another ten years
it'll be none too soon.
McAllister's lawyer is a weasel.
Oh, wait a minute, that's an oxymoron.
So you're still on the stand?
Oh, yeah.
And it looks like I'm gonna be for a couple more days.
Um, but I'm gonna be in touch by phone.
Well, don't worry about us.
We got a full court press on, on this end.
Uh, okay, well, now get this:
I got something that might help you out.
You remember Jeff Sikorsky, down at Mission Station?
Yeah, yeah, he was at Tony Sanchez's funeral, right?
He's a good guy.
Right, he's a very good guy.
Listen, he came to me about our situation,
and, uh, turns out he busted some two-bit second-story guy
on the night that Tony was killed, right across the street.
Same night.
You think he can help us?
Well, Jeff thinks he can.
So I'm thinking you ought to get a hold of this guy he busted
and put the squeeze on him, and squeeze him hard.
Till his head pops.
Oh, meanwhile, a piece of advice:
avoid the meatloaf at the courthouse cafe.
Ha. Too late.
(indistinct announcement over P.A. speakers)
DOMINGUEZ: Cordero.
DOMINGUEZ: Ortiz.
What's up with that?
What's up with that homie over there, man?
Power lifting give him an odor problem?
Francisco Chuy Juarez, right?
Yeah. That's right.
You learn to mind your own business
or you're going to spend a lot of time talking with Barney.
Oh, yeah?
Well, who's Barney?
Or is that too curious a question?
Meet Barney.
Next time, it's upside your head,
Papi.
Yeah, Barney. Okay, fine, got it.
Oh... thanks.
I know you from somewhere.
Oh, yeah?
Maybe... maybe you've seen my hair care product infomercial.
I come on between the Ab-Flex guy and the Juice Man.
I don't forget faces, and I know yours.
I don't remember from where.
I know I don't like you.
LEEK: Word on the street
is that Sanchez got his cover blown
by a banger named Weeper
who recognized Sanchez from seven years ago
when Sanchez busted Weeper's father on a narco beef.
So we going after the Weeper?
Nah. He's not worth anything.
We focus on finding the shooter,
and getting some details on the deal of the decade.
Got it. So, Harve, how are things going with Bonnie?
Any progress?
I don't know.
She's down on my job,
and down on my love for the Grateful Dead.
She talks about Ross Perot just to piss me off.
She wants to try getting back together.
She's saying, when we do, we're going to focus on her needs,
as if we don't talk about her problems
95% of the time already.
So you're saying, like, when you get back together.
That's... that's like a good sign, right?
LEEK: I guess.
You know, this man is a prince for putting up with me.
It can't be easy or fun.
I love ya, man.
Everything about ya.
Yeah. Especially my clothes.
No, man! Your haircut! Everything!
You're the best, man. Thank you.
You're blowing our entire case.
Oh, I'm blowing the case?
If you weren't such a good witness for the defense,
we might have half a chance here.
Excuse me.
I am one of 37 witnesses in this case,
and the one that least likely wants to be here.
You seemed pretty eager up there on the stand.
You'll get your chance to redirect, Counselor.
Or is that what we're doing now?
(scoffs) Okay.
Only one more question, Mr. Bridges.
Why have you been avoiding my calls about Dad's will?
Because you know how I feel about that stuff.
I can't go any further
until you, Dad and I have a talk.
How about tonight?
I have plans.
I know.
I've already talked to Dad.
I'll be over at halftime.
Let me help you there, Carson.
Gang files.
Every shooter ever connected
by our gang units to Ortiz.
Harvey said weeks, didn't he?
Um... It might have been a figure of speech.
Oh, man.
Remember that girl I was telling you about?
Um... Robin?
Robin? Wait a minute.
I'm a couple of girls behind, but go on.
So, anyway, she comes over the other night, right?
We're going to drink a bottle of wine,
so I pull out two glasses.
You think Harvey gets the hint?
No. No.
Guess what.
Our burglar was there when Sanchez was murdered.
He heard the gunshots.
Cool. He see anything?
Yeah. I got something.
On his way in, he notices a brown car.
He pays attention to it
because it's the only car on the street
not covered with fog condensation,
and he's worried about somebody walking in on him
while he's prowling.
Uh-huh. So what happened?
He walks out with a CD player and a sack of jewelry.
He notices, now, the car is gone.
Any make or model?
No, just a brown car.
But he does remember seeing a, uh, sticker--
a sticker, right?-- on the windshield.
A parking sticker.
This sticker was "pretty cool," in his words,
and it had a picture on it of a man with a long coat,
or maybe a Buddha.
That's it? A Buddha?
That's it.
I wish it was a meal, kids, but it's not.
A meal? Harve, that's... that's not even, like, table scraps.
It's all we got. Let's get on it.
Okay.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
Stacy's coming over.
She wants to discuss Nick's will.
The whole damn thing's morbid, I think.
What do you think?
Well, it makes sense to me,
as long as the beneficiaries
don't end up at each other's throats.
Never happen.
Trust me.
I care about Nick, not Nick's things.
STACY: Hi, everybody.
Hi, Stace. You're early.
Nick's still alive.
Very funny.
I am not going to feel guilty about this, Nash.
Come on. It's just a joke.
Uh... that's good.
Why don't you turn off the TV there, Stace?
It's okay. It's halftime.
STACY: Thank you, Dad.
Okay, here's what I've laid out so far.
First, we set up a living trust.
That'll avoid probate.
Dad, I found this title deed in your safe deposit box.
What is it?
Just an old piece of dirt that I won
with a pair of aces back when I was in the Navy.
Dad, a piece of dirt in Marin County 40 years ago
could be worth a lot today.
BRIDGES: Let me ask you something, Nick.
How is it that you can remember a poker game 40 years ago,
and you can't remember Cassidy's birthday?
Priority, son.
Priority.
(chuckling)
I know why you're in Ortiz' cell.
I figured it out.
Hunter's Point, '87.
You were the creep who grabbed me
coming out of the liquor store stickup.
You're a cop.
Caught him ripping off your cell.
Break it up!
GUARD: Move aside, ladies.
(coughing, snorting)
Take him to the infirmary.
Him, too.
I'm okay.
Get him out of here.
GUARD: 15 minutes, Juarez.
Man, what happened to you?
I ran into an old buddy of ours-- Bobby Ray Tucker.
The doctor who killed his wife over the lasagna?
No, no no, the white supremacist.
The guy who killed the shop owner in the botched robbery.
Oh, that Bobby Ray.
Yeah, that Bobby Ray Tucker.
Apparently, he had a break in his busy shower rape schedule,
and he recognized me.
He blow your cover?
No, no, I shut him up before he could do that.
He's in the infirmary.
Listen, I need you to get him transferred out of there
before he starts talking again, okay? Done.
So, you got a line on the shipment of the decade?
Not yet. But, apparently,
it has something to do with Santiago Cordero.
The Colombian drug lord? He's here?
Yeah, he's here.
He's separate from the rest of the population, man.
He has his own guards.
I think he even gets free ice cream on Friday.
Listen, I need you to find out what he's doing here,
and if there's any talk on the street
about any big deal between him and Ortiz, okay?
So I'll see what I can find out about Ortiz and Cordero.
In the meantime, Ortiz is in for a surprise.
We're about to shut down his gambling operations
to put the squeeze on his lieutenants.
Okay, well, let me know.
Keep the faith, man.
Yeah. Right.
How's he holding up?
Well, prison's no picnic. He's still trying
to cozy up to Ortiz.
I think he's going to try
to make his move on the handball court.
That's good,
as long as Ortiz doesn't kill him
when Joe eats his lunch.
He's that good, huh?
The boy can play.
Listen, Nash, Joe thinks that Ortiz has something working
with this guy Santiago Cordero, the drug lord.
What do you know about him?
Well, Cordero's in San Julian
just long enough to testify in federal court.
It's a case involving the Cali cartel.
Then, after that, he's back in federal pen in Colorado.
Why?
Any chance Cordero could be involved
with the local families?
Well, prison makes strange bedfellows.
And since we're supposedly chasing the deal of the decade,
it's entirely possible.
Um... Work that.
Work any angle that connects Ortiz with Cordero.
All right. I'll be in touch.
Right.
Good for you.
You made some points this morning.
Thank you. I'm trying.
You know that property deed we found in Dad's stuff?
Yeah.
It's a lot in Larkspur.
Apparently, a tenant's been using it
as a horse pasture,
and paying the property tax as rent.
Well, Larkspur is a nice neighborhood.
I got three realtors to look at it,
and they're all saying it's worth right about $300,000.
(laughing)
That ought to keep him in cigars for a while.
300 grand.
Shh, shh-shh, shh-shh.
(all yelling, woman shrieking)
Come on! Move! Move!
Against the wall!
Hey, you, against the fence there!
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Move! Move! Let's go!
You notice something funny about this?
Yeah. Right sport, wrong team.
This makes no sense at all.
Look who I found over here counting money.
Benny Yang?
From the Wi Lees down in Chinatown.
What do you want? Money?
No, no, no, we don't want your money.
We want to know what you're doing
running games in Maximo Ortiz' turf.
Yeah. In Maximo Ortiz' joint.
Yeah? Why should I tell you that?
Because of your commitment
to the moral betterment of our city.
Where's Ortiz'
people? What happened here?
He sold out.
Maximo Ortiz sold out?
Right. Adios, Benny.
Wait, wait, wait, wait! It's true!
Ortiz is cashing out.
Maybe he's changing businesses,
maybe he needs cash. I don't know.
Join your friends.
For the shipment of the decade, huh?
Ortiz sold out three of his gambling spots.
His lieutenants are fighting for the other ones.
Maybe he needs all the equity he can get
to buy into this Cordero deal.
How come we haven't heard a damn thing
on the street about this?
So what are we missing?
(racquetball bouncing)
(men chattering)
Yo, who's got next game?
Yo, that'd be me, man.
What's it to you?
Thought you might like to warm up.
You play?
A little bit.
Let me check you out.
Okay.
Hey, lucky shot.
Ready?
(grunts, crowd groans)
Ooh.
Power ball to the huevos.
(groans)
Sorry about that.
All right, who's next?
You got next game?
(Latin music playing)
No?
Looks like me.
ORTIZ: You tell him the price remains ten million, okay?
Ready?
Let's play.
(lively mambo intro playing)
(men singing in Spanish)
(needle buzzing)
Where'd you learn to play?
Oh, you know, here and there.
Uh, mostly, uh, Nevada Correctional Institute.
What other talents you got?
Ah, I can break into places, I can cook meth,
I-I can play guitar, if you need it.
What are you in here for?
Uh, B and E.
16 of them in Alameda.
Mm-hmm.
I didn't do it, though.
Ah, course not.
Yeah, of course not.
Say, you want a placa?
Free of charge.
Frederico, he's an artist.
Ah, I don't know, man.
What, you don't want a nice placa on your canvas, man?
Ah, I got plenty, man.
Check 'em out.
Can I put my foot on your thing?
This one here, this yerba, that's from my youth.
(chuckles)
Check this out.
I got this after my first carjacking.
That's my old lady.
You know, kind of my old lady.
Yeah, she's my old lady.
That's some nice work, amigo.
Take a look at this, man.
I got this during my first dime in Folsom.
Assault with intent, huh?
Ah.
I got this one, did 29 months in Chino
on a burglary in a warehouse.
See that clown there?
That's me.
That skull there, that's the judge.
Hey, look at this.
Mira.
See that pit bull, man?
He's chewing off that homie's arm, huh.
That's art.
¿Que quieres?
(whispering): Meet you outside?
I got a problem. Now.
Don't tell me your problems.
You solve the problem!
You're lucky I don't kill you right here!
So I hear they transferred Bobby Ray out.
(grunts)
I want to thank you.
That man was a pendejo.
Yeah...
So if there's anything you need, you let me know.
Well, actually, there is one thing.
(clears throat)
Diga me.
While I been in here, man, my old lady's been
kicking it with my cousin, mi primo.
(clears throat)
(whispers): I want him done.
Chuy, I like you.
You got the ganas, man.
I hear what you're asking.
I'll see what I can do.
I'm looking for a sticker with anything like
a man in a long coat or a Buddha on it.
Okay, then, it's not San Rafael College.
What about San Jose State?
What's their logo?
What about their campus parking sticker?
All right.
Thanks.
(groans)
Snowman stickers.
Chipmunk stickers.
Gladiator stickers.
Bryn, you got anything on this?
Not much luck here either.
How about Marine World?
This guy isn't bright, but I don't think
he'd be confusing seals with men in long coats.
It's a sea lion.
Different ears.
My mistake, professor.
So...
Oh, you'll be happy to know, I'm moving home.
That's great.
Isn't it?
(scoffs): I don't know.
Sure, it is.
You think Evan will be okay?
'Cause, you know, I think loneliness is
a big part of his underlying psychology.
He'll be happy for you, Harve.
Bryn, he'll be ecstatic.
Took me 20 minutes this morning to figure out
where he hid the shower soap.
Hey, guys, listen.
Uh, Bobby Ray's been transferred
from San Julian down to, uh, San Quentin.
He's in isolation.
They're gonna keep him there for as long as we need him there.
Oh, Evan, by the way, there is a God.
I'm moving out.
What?
Look, Harve, I-I should say I'm sorry, you know,
about-about the way I acted.
And, uh, you know, I wish I could say
that you could stay, you know, but you can't.
(loud smooch)
Yes.
Guess that means back to sex in the living room.
(chuckles)
Well, that's beside the point.
Uh, now that you're the primary, you get to sign the forms.
(breathes deeply)
Holy moley.
What?
Look at the prison logo.
Sanchez's killer works at San Julian.
STACY: Hey, I didn't tell you,
Dad's thinking about selling that property in Larkspur.
Ah, good for him.
I hope he gets top dollar.
And then what?
What do you mean?
Nash, that property doesn't need any babysitting.
It takes care of itself.
Doesn't need managing.
What are you saying?
He'll blow it.
Is that what you want?
(sighs)
I'm sorry.
I sound like a money-hungry shrew.
Been hanging around too many lawyers.
(laughs) (sighs)
It's just that, there may come a time
when we need that money to take care of him.
Oh, come on, Stacy.
As long as you and I are around, Nick's gonna be taken care of.
If he wants to blow the 300 K, let him.
So what? Let him blow his hair back.
You're buying lunch, you money-hungry shrew.
LARRY: It used to be a lot of fun here,
when we had the chain gangs.
I remember the once, this fella Tito
dared me to put a crawdad in Elmo's drawers.
(laughs)
DOMINGUEZ: A crawdad, huh?
That was before he was electrocuted.
Electrocuted? Who got electrocuted?
Tito, of course, not the crawdad.
Hey, uh, hey, Larry, how long you been here in San Julian?
Let me recollect.
Mr. Roosevelt just got reelected.
Teddy?
See, at that time, I was with a musical troupe.
* She'll be coming round the mountain, when she comes *
* She'll... * You know, Larry, you must be really tired.
Why don't you sit down, man, have a little, uh--
take a load off your feet.
I'll-I'll finish the mopping.
Chuy, you're a fine fella.
Oh, okay.
Yes, sir, you're a fine fella.
(quietly): No problem.
Just sit down, be quiet.
(men chattering in distance)
(bucket and mop clattering)
(mop sloshing)
(cell door opens)
Hey, convict.
Who me?
Yeah!
You know what I've been hearing, Juarez?
I've been hearing you've been flapping your trap
about wanting to have somebody offed.
No, not me. Wrong guy.
Shut your hole.
You don't understand.
You don't get it, do you?
You work for Ortiz.
That's right.
And I'm not happy about having to clean up your love life.
How much?
You talk to him about money.
After that, you bring me the details.
I'll find you.
You never come to me.
And realize, if this isn't straight up,
they're gonna cart you out of here in a bloody body bag.
¿Tu sabe, Papi?
I got it.
Yeah.
(clears throat)
I should probably get going.
Ah, stick around.
What are you, chicken?
Oh, I am not one of those people who stops
to stare at other people's car wrecks.
(chuckles)
Been in too many of my own, if you know what I mean.
Oh, I know what you mean.
Personal wrecks are a kind of specialty of mine.
(chuckles)
But you may as well stick around.
There's not gonna be any fireworks.
At least not from me.
Nash, can we get started?
Sure. Why not?
Operating on a 50/50 basis,
I prepared a list of personal effects,
specifying who should get what.
Mother's jewelry: Stacy.
Old Navy stuff: Nash.
Family china: Stacy.
Wait a minute.
Let me ask a question.
Didn't Mom say that she wanted the china and the crystal
to go to the firstborn grandchild?
That would be Cassidy.
I thought you said you didn't care who got what.
I don't.
I don't want anything.
But I have a responsibility to Cassidy.
Fishing gear: Nash.
I'd like a rod and reel.
(sirens in distance)
Sure.
I'll pick one out for you.
If you don't mind, I'd prefer if Dad did that part.
You're not willing it to me, he is.
Fine.
You don't have to get snippy.
STACY: I'm not snippy.
(chuckles): Oh, that's snippy.
I know snippy when I hear it.
See, that's exactly why
I didn't want to get into
this pain-in-the-ass stuff in the first place.
Fine, then-- last thing I want to be
is anybody's pain in the ass.
Oh, come on, Stace!
Stacy!
I didn't... I didn't say anything--
Calm down.
I am calm.
Am I not calm?
I am calm.
Nicely handled, son.
What? She started it.
I didn't do anything. Did I say anything?
Did I do anything to her?
Night, Nash.
Night, Nick.
Night, Whitney.
It's ridiculous.
Completely absurd.
You okay, Nick?
Are you kidding?
These are the moments a father lives for.
Reminds me that my kids,
no matter how old they get, are still children.
(lock buzzes)
MAN: What's up?
Ah, Chuy! (laughs)
Oh, Papi, I missed you!
Oh, baby, gimme some of that sugar.
45 minutes. No exceptions.
Take one.
Got a red one in there?
And use it.
(chuckles)
45 minutes won't even get us started.
DOMINGUEZ (playfully): Ow!
Ooh.
DOMINGUEZ: Very classy.
I've seen worse.
Really? (chuckles)
Here's the tape.
The things I do for this job.
You talk about personal sacrifice.
Try prison life for a little while.
Hey, listen, I need you to get everything you can
on a guard named Jack Archer.
He's Ortiz' inside guy here.
Perfect.
That jibes with what we have;
a witness saw a San Julian parking sticker
the night Sanchez was killed.
Got anything else?
Mm-hmm. The price of the deal: ten million.
I overheard Ortiz.
Problem is we got no line on the deal.
There's nothing on the street.
Meanwhile, Ortiz is shutting down his business
to raise cash, we think, to pay Cordero.
Doesn't make sense.
I mean, why is he demanding ten million from Cordero?
I don't know.
(couples moaning, beds rattling in distance)
(sighs)
(moaning, rattling continues)
Course, this might not be the best place
to concentrate on cracking the case.
Cal...
where the hell is Bobby Ray Tucker?
Shipped out yesterday afternoon.
Released?
Who authorized that?
It was weird, man.
Warden Stubbs handled it personally.
(door opens, shuts)
(typing)
(computer beeps, trills)
(beeping)
(typing)
Son of a bitch!
All right, let's hear it.
ORTIZ: We may want to use this guy Chuy; he's a doer.
Use Chuy for what?
ARCHER: It's too soon after killing Sanchez. There's too much heat.
ORTIZ: You do as I tell you.
ARCHER: All right, it's your risk.
BRIDGES: Harve,
this is getting too hot.
Get Joe out of there now.
Evan, go over to Archer's place and pick him up.
You got it.
So, I'm getting Joe out of there?
I'm gonna take a copy of this tape to DEA.
Your friend, Chuy Juarez-- his real name is Joey Dominquez.
He's a cop.
Chuy?
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
I'll kill him for free.
No, no.
This could be a blessing.
A cop makes the world's best hostage.
We keep him alive until this is over.
You throw that rat in the hole.
¡Vamos!
(lock buzzes)
(prisoners shouting)
I thought the warden's office was back that way.
Just keep moving.
PRISONER: What are you guys doing?!
Okay, that's enough!
(prisoners shouting)
Get out of here!
(lock buzzes)
(keys jangle in lock)
(door creaks)
(door slams)
Hey, Harvey.
What you doin' here?
I came to save you.
Who's gonna save you?
Harvey?
Hiya, Joe.
We gotta get outta here.
No kidding. One little problem.
This is a maximum security prison, remember?
I'm claustrophobic, remember?
Eh, don't worry, they'll come back.
They gotta come back to kill us.
That's comforting.
Actually, death might be a blessing.
It's better than going mad.
I'll get you some air.
(men shouting in distance)
(lock buzzes)
Hey, get back! Shh!
(speaks Spanish)
ARCHER: We got plenty of time.
Of course, that's it.
That's it.
The shipment of the decade ain't drugs,
it's Cordero himself.
He's being sprung.
Ortiz and Archer set it up.
Ortiz is being sprung, too.
Right, that's why he's shutting down his whole operation.
He's going with Cordero.
He's going back to Columbia or Peru
or wherever the hell he came from.
GUARD: You two!
You stupid, Leo?
They're all yours, Opperman.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Move it out!
All right, pick that up!
The rest of you guys get busy.
(men shouting)
Get those boxes!
Give your boy them apples.
(truck engine starts)
It's time to make that move.
Go down to solitary and take care of our two friends.
Do it.
We're on it. Got it.
MAN: Just a minute!
Come on! That's it! Let's go!
...six, seven, eight.
All right, turn around.
Move it out.
Somebody want to let us out of here?
Hey, we don't belong here! We're police officers!
PRISONER: Yeah, I'll let you out! Right!
Will you shut up?
That's not an asset in here.
(sighs)
See?
Hey, what took you guys so...?
Get up! Come on, move!
(prisoners shouting in distance)
Move it! Let's go.
(yells)
Figured you needed help.
Larry, meet Harvey. A pleasure.
If these guys come to, pop 'em again, okay?
Lock this.
(tires squealing)
Hey! Hey!
(alarm bell ringing)
Close 'em, close 'em!
(tires squealing)
Let's go! Move, move!
Line up, line up!
All right, don't move!
Wait a minute. Why'd they do that?
If you have the head guard
on your side, you don't need to bang out the front gate.
No, you go out the back door when no one's looking.
(alarm bell rings, siren blares)
You keep your hands up.
(siren blaring)
Open the gate. Archer, what's up?
Open the gate, man.
I can't, it's on automatic lockdown.
Open the damn gate! We're on lockdown!
What're you doing?
Open the gate, man!
Now you push the override button.
DOMINGUEZ: All right, stop right there! That's good!
Let him go! It's over!
No, I don't think so.
This man's life is in your hands.
I can take him.
Time's up.
We're outta here.
Then take him.
Well?
(groaning)
Tony Sanchez was a good friend of mine, man.
And I want you to think about that
all the way to the gas chamber.
And then remember, I'm the guy that put you there.
Come on, now, get the hell...
DOMINGUEZ: Denise?
Joe?
We got him.
Thank you, Joe.
Um, Inger and I were talking
and we thought that maybe if, uh,
if, if the baby's a boy, we'd name him Tony...
after Tony...
if that's okay.
(TV playing) Whoa, what's this?
A total disaster.
Where'd that come from?
Bought it with the proceeds from the sale of my property.
Wow, must be a hell of a TV.
You traded a half acre of Larkspur Bay view
for a TV set?
Not the TV, Nash, what's on it.
Got a satellite hookup.
This is Del Mar, fifth race.
Wow, you bought 300-thou worth of racing tickets?
I hope you win.
NICK: No, I bought a horse.
What?
Number six-- Mr. Woody.
You bought a horse?
What the hell do you know about horses?
I know I always wanted one.
All this talk about leaving something behind made me realize
that, uh, I didn't want to leave this planet
with anything undone.
So, uh, this horse is going to live here
in your room with us, I mean, what...?
Don't be ridiculous.
Now I got him paddocked at Del Mar for the season.
We got room, board, trainer, the whole bit.
Well, um, how're we gonna pay for this?
With the winnings, son.
ANNOUNCER: And away they go!
Kitty Litter broke away very fast
and Virginia Ham is showing good speed, too.
BOTH: Go, Mr. Woody.
Come on, Woody. Come on, Mr. Woody.
Come on now!
Go, Mr. Woody!
Run, baby, run! Run, baby!
Come on! Come on!
Come on, Mr. Woody! (laughs)
Run, Mr. Woody!
ANNOUNCER: Then comes Birth of a Nation,
and now Mr. Woody, starting to make up good ground.
And Mr. Woody is closing in quickly on...
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