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(electric buzzing)
(sighs)
That's it.
Can I just, you know, look at it for a minute?
You're an artist, Sid.
(sighs)
You're telling me you're just gonna walk out of here
and I'm never going to see it again?
There's a good chance of that, yes.
Most guys, you know, for the first one,
they start with something small.
"Mom," girlfriend's initials, something like that.
Not you.
You get a full set of sleeves, all in a couple of months.
Takes guys a few years to get the ink you got.
(sighing)
I don't have a few years.
Wish to hell I did.
(sighs)
(grunts)
(woman screaming)
The vault. Open it.
We can't. The branch manager's not here.
(baby crying)
-Where is he? -It's lunchtime.
He's at White Castle.
White Castle?
It's a fast food restaurant.
They serve those little square burgers.
I know what it is.
-(gunshots) -(people screaming)
I'm not playing games.
Open it.
Sir, you have a half a million dollars cash in your bag.
Don't you think it would be better...
(siren wailing)
OFFICER: (over p.a.) This is the police.
You are completely surrounded.
Put down your weapon.
Put down your weapons now.
JUDGE: Rarely in the case of armed robbery
do we hear a plea of no contest.
Are you sure about this, Mr. Scofield?
I'm sure, Your Honor.
Your Honor, we'd like to recess if we could.
My client's a bit confused at the moment.
I'm not, Your Honor.
He is, Your Honor.
Perhaps you should heed your representation's advice,
take some additional time to consider your response.
I've already done that, Your Honor.
I'll retire to my chambers to determine sentencing.
-Court's recessed until 1:30. -(gavel bangs)
Come on, let's go.
LJ: Uncle Mike?
I didn't want you to come.
Go home, LJ.
I didn't want you to see this.
He's not gonna take this well.
Can you blame him? He's your nephew.
He's beginning to get the idea
that anybody he attaches himself to
is gonna end up in prison...
And he's not the only one
who's starting to feel that way, Michael.
Will you give us a minute?
One minute.
Don't you understand?
You just put the book in that woman's hand
and she's gonna lob it at you like a grenade.
Justice and punishment are the same thing to her.
I know.
Then will you please tell me what's going through your head?
We've been over this.
I've known you my entire life.
You don't have a violent bone in your body,
and I know you didn't need the money.
Veronica.
Why won't you let me help you?
You've been good to me.
My whole life, you have.
But you've gotta let me deal with this.
Okay?
Given your lack of prior criminal conduct,
I am inclined toward probation.
However, the fact that you discharged a deadly weapon
during the commission of the crime suggests malice to me.
For that reason, I find it incumbent
that you see the inside of a prison cell, Mr. Scofield.
It says here that you've requested to be incarcerated
somewhere near your home here in Chicago.
I'm willing to honor that.
The closest level one facility to--
Level one?
That's maximum security, Your Honor.
I would ask counsel to refrain from interrupting me.
As I was saying,
the closest level one facility
would be Fox River State Penitentiary.
As for the term of your sentence,
I'm setting it at five years.
You'll be eligible for parole in half that time.
-Sentence to be carried out immediately. -(gavel bangs)
MAN: Okay, step inside the door and check yourself for bugs.
When you hear the knock, step out.
Keep the line moving.
We ain't got all day to get this done.
-GUARD 2: Let's go. Move it. -GUARD 1: No more talking in line.
GUARD 2: Move it. You got less than five minutes to take a shower.
GUARD 1: Keep the line moving. Keep it moving.
-Move it. Right now. Let's go. Move, move. -GUARD 1: Next!
(indistinct talking)
Name and back number.
Scofield, Michael.
94941.
Are you a religious man, Scofield?
Never really thought about it.
Good, 'cause the Ten Commandments
don't mean a box of piss in here.
We got two commandments and two only.
The first commandment is you got nothing coming.
What's the second commandment?
See commandment number one.
(clicks tongue) Gotcha.
You talking out the side of your neck?
Come again?
I said, are you being a smartass?
Just trying to fly low, avoid the radar, boss.
Do my time... and get out.
There isn't any flying under my radar.
Good to know.
(inmates talking indistinctly)
Hey, can a brother get some air conditioning up here, cuz?
It's hotter than a crack ho's mouth, man.
To hell with the AC, man. Give me the crack ho.
(door buzzing)
MAN: Come on!
(inmates shouting indistinctly)
Yo, Fish!
What you looking at?
You look kind of pretty to be up in here, man.
Fish!
I suggest you take a seat, Fish.
Ain't nothing to do up in here but serve time.
Ain't nobody gonna serve it for you.
(screams)
(yelling and growling)
Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.
(indistinct announcement over p.a.)
...is now on mandatory lockdown...
-(yelling continues) -(alarm buzzing)
You wanna talk about it?
No, it's not worth talking about.
If it's keeping you up, it is.
Oh, it's just...
It's nothing, you know.
Michael's case.
You did the best you could.
Yeah, but he didn't.
He just sort of rolled over.
He didn't put up a fight.
It's not like him.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about him.
Hey, if it's on your mind, it's on your mind, right?
Good night.
MAN: (over p.a.) All wings, guard coming out.
All wings, guard coming out.
Trey Street Deuces got the hoops.
Nortenos got the bleachers.
Woods got the weight pile.
The C.O.s got the rest.
I'm telling you, the guards are the dirtiest gang in this whole place.
The only difference between us and them...
is the badge.
Who's the pet lover?
SUCRE: He'll deny it, but he's D.B. Cooper.
Parachuted out of a plane 30 years ago with a million and a half in cash.
Doesn't look like the type.
Who does?
Hey! What up, Wholesale?
-You okay? -Gonna be greater later.
Yeah.
What you doing with this fish, man?
-He's my new cellie. -Huh.
Wholesale's got it wired up at the commissary.
Anything you want, he can get it for you.
You keep handing out my jacket,
I swear I'm gonna bust your grape.
Man, you couldn't bust a grape in Napa with a set of cleats on.
-What are you talking about? -Man, you want to bump your gums.
SUCRE: Oh, no, no. Now you're talking, talking, talking...
(arguing continues)
(steam hissing)
(water flowing)
I'm looking for someone.
Guy named Lincoln Burrows.
WHOLESALE: Linc the Sink?
That what they're calling him now?
Yeah.
As in, he'll come at you with everything but the kitchen...
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