Wedlock

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- What do you think? - Did you boost that?

Of course not! I paid him the 12 grand.

What are you crazy? You'd risk a job like this for a necklace?

- Come on, kids. - Loosen up.

Over here.

Hey, guys. Next floor.

- One more up. - Sorry.

Jeez, I'm sorry, man.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Hey, what the hell's going on?

Come on, man, what's your problem? That's what they get paid for. Let's go.

Found the alarm. Don't touch anything till I say so.

Damn! I said wait!

- I thought you said you found it. - I didn't by-pass it yet.

Idiot! Relax, we got time.

Over here. 2-3-1-5-7-5-8-6-1-6-2.

- Here you go. - Right.

You're gonna be a rich bride.

Jesus.

Frank, look at those...

These'll be worth at least 25 million dollars.

- Let's get out of here. - Yes, sir!

Come on, come on, come on!

- Come on. - You were supposed to be here.

- Where's your cap? - Screw the cap, take this.

We said no guns.

Relax. We gotta look like real cops, right?

Keep it. Stay cool.

- You see 'em? - They saw us and ducked back inside.

- How many? - I don't know.

- Two? - Two?

Okay. You two hit the roof, you three inside.

- Sir. - Let's go. Let's go, let's go.

- Nice necklace. - Yeah.

Our precinct won't let us wear anything but chains.

That's too bad.

Yeah, things are really lax at the Manchester station, aren't they?

Yeah...

There is no Manchester station.

- What the hell was that? - I don't know!

Oh, no!

- Officer down! - Go! I'll meet you there!

- Where are they going? - Stop!

Fuck!

Come on out with your hands up!

Fire!

Go after him! He's in a squad car. Go get him!

- Let's go! - Hurry up!

Car 129 pursuing suspect in police uniform and squad car...

... driving east on Gasray Avenue.

129. He's headed north at Olivos Tunnel.

We're banged into a wall, we can't pursue yet.

You want me to go after him when I can?

No. I have a few people here who would like to meet him.

Let's get in position, guys. Let's go!

He's coming out any second now.

Here he comes! In position! Hold your ground!

All right. Here goes.

He's not stopping! Fire!

- All right, move in! - Come on!

- Watch him! Watch him! - Easy, easy.

- Where is he? What? - There's nobody in there.

What the hell's going on?

He rigged the fucking accelerator.

- Watch the tunnel there! - Goddamnit! Motherfucker! Son of a bitch!

- Where the fuck is he? - Start looking!

- Where the fuck have you been? - Foolproof, huh?

No cops, no guns. Real easy, in and out, no problem?

Were you out of your mind? Setting off the alarm?

- We almost got killed. - Come on.

- At least you made it, lover. - Coulda been a funeral, not a wedding.

Yeah, yeah. Come on. We gotta get out of here.

- Yeah, I stopped by the... - Oh, by the way, Frankie...

... I got some more bad news for you.

The lady's with me.

- Come on, Sam, don't fuck with me. - Sorry, Frank.

You never were very smart.

He's making you say that, right?

Wrong.

No!

Okay, blindfolds off.

Hey, hey, boy.

Yes, well...

Step up! Move on up here! Come on!

Move your sorry butts. Get that smile off your face.

What do you think this is? Get your sorry ass on that line.

Move it, fat ass! You, move!

Come on up here.

I don't get it. A few guards, no fences.

I don't know why everybody's staying around.

Quiet, fuckfaces!

Attention!

Who does your hair?

What's a fetching female like you doing here?

I don't know. How many guesses do I get?

Well...

Morning. I'm Warden Holliday. Welcome to Camp Holliday...

... the new jewel of maximum security institutions.

All of you are now participants in a extraordinary new penal experiment.

Demonstration.

So far, Camp Holliday has been 100% successful.

No one has ever escaped. Why?

Because we've taken the responsibility off of our shoulders...

... and placed it on your necks.

Our gift to each and every one of you.

Although it may not make the Cartier catalogue...

... hevertheless it has a very real and practical purpose.

Each one of this collars is electronically linked to another prisoner's collar.

If they're ever separated by more than 100 yards...

We like to refer to it as wedlock.

So, you ask: "Why not find out who your wedlock partner is and both of you run away"?

Because nobody knows who their partner is.

You see the blue line around the perimeter of the compound?

It's the point of no return.

Stay within that blue line and you're always 100 yards from everyone else in the camp.

Everywhere you eat, sleep and work is within that blue line.

You cross it, well...

... I think you get the picture.

So you see, ladies...

... gentlemen... who needs fences?

Who needs guards?

We got the best ball and chain in the world:

Your ass.

- Does it have to be so tight? - You'll get used to it.

I've seen slug wounds in my time but how come you're still breathing?

Well, missed the lung, missed the spine, missed the heart.

You're lucky.

- I guess. - Okay, you're live.

Remember, don't touch it, don't even scratch it.

And if you try to remove it, you and your wedlock partner...

... boom!

Rules! No women in the men's dorms, no men in the women's dorms.

Men and women only meet at work, meals and magic hour.

Camp Holliday is @ non-smoking prison.

Anybody caught smoking...

... and they get a day in the floaters.

From this point on you cease to have a name!

You will be referred to by your color.

Anybody using their real name...

... gets a day...

... in the floaters.

Okay, listen up and remember your colors...

... cos I'm only gonna go through this once.

Cardinal, Amber, Lime...

Ivory.

I had a pair that's... That's funny.

No joke.

Magenta!

You, over there!

Move!

You, right there!

You, over here!

Move it in! Come on, move it in!

You, go up there!

You, here.

Hi, I'm Teal.

Hi. Frank Warren.

Your name's Magenta, fuckface!

I hear anything else again, it's the floaters.

Fine.

I'd like to bury an axe in that asshole's brain.

First you gotta find it.

- What's that? - New federal water meters.

Bastards cut you off after two and a half gallons a day.

Either gives you time for a shit, a shave or a very short shower.

Hey, you. You. Warden wants to see you. Come on.

That was one hell of a chase you gave the police.

You almost got away. Too bad.

- Just think, I would have missed all this. - It could be worse.

You could be in one of those old prisons getting butt-slammed by Bubba's buddies.

Lucky for me I'm in a place where they just blow your head off.

Well, that's a necessary insurance policy.

- I'd rather go down on Bubba. - Afraid those days are over, chum.

It's a war out there now and the battlefield's up here.

And I got a brand new weapon.

What? Exploding necklaces?

No.

Paranoia. We got you guys watching each other like hawks.

You're not only prisoners but guards at the same time.

- That's sadistic. - Yeah. Lucrative, too.

You know, if I'm able to pull this thing off...

... I can franchise Camp Hollidays across the country like Taco Stands.

You're not just a sadist, you're a greedy sadist.

I understand how you feel.

I'd be pissed off too, if my fiancée set me up and left me for dead.

- She got cold feet. - But you got the last laugh, didn't you?

They thought they'd get away with all the diamonds, but you were one step ahead.

Look, I got work to do.

You got rid of all the diamonds before you met up with them.

That was pretty clever, but how did you know they were going to double-cross you?

Holliday, do you want something or do you just love flapping your lips?

- What's she promised you? A June wedding? - You must be psychic.

I can't blame you, though. I saw her picture. Man, those lips!

- They could suck a man dry. - You're a fuck.

You're right. She's probably banging away at your buddy...

... trying to figure out where you hid those diamonds.