San Quentin

58078!

Here he comes.

I wonder who they're gonna knock off today.

Harrison, 35923.

Conklin, 52425.

It's for you, Bill.

The captain wants to see you on the porch.

Gilman, 38216.

I know what this means. Two weeks in solitary.

And all I said was the captain of the yard had stink weed for a family tree.

So long, boys.

What's all this stuff about the captain's porch?

Sounds like a tea party to me.

Listen, fish. You'll learn.

Stay away from that porch.

- 50878, Hastings. - Yes, sir.

Privileges suspended till further notice.

52425, Conklin.

- Conklin! - Yes, sir.

Ten days' solitary.

- What's that? - Twenty days in solitary.

- I thought you said 10 days, sir. - I said 30. Do you hear that?

Keep your mouth shut.

He's liable to keep paying you back until you're there the rest of your life.

Druggin, the warden wants to see you right away.

All right. Take charge.

- Druggin gave Bill 30 days. - For what?

Some day I'm gonna kill that guy.

Bill didn't do anything. He's deaf.

He didn't hear him and he didn't hear him yesterday.

Stick him in solitary.

Put us all in the cooler! Beat our brains out, Druggin!

Take a bath in our blood. It'll make you sleep better, you...

- Shut up, you. - I won't shut up.

I'll tell that guy what I think of him. I'll kill that...

- Druggin will get his... - All right!

Hang on!

- Druggin will get this. - Stand back, there!

Line up!

Get their numbers!

You guys'll be back on the porch tomorrow.

- Wanted to see me, sir? - Yes, Druggin.

I've just been notified that Captain Jameson will be here Thursday.

- He'll be the new captain of the yard. - You mean I'm out?

No. You'll return to your old post. Operations Lieutenant.

It was understood that you were only temporary, Captain.

Yeah, but I thought if I handled the job all right I could keep it.

If you'd handled it all right, Jameson wouldn't be coming in.

Well, that's a fine reward for 10 years' service.

You're not the man for the job, Druggin. You've proved that.

- What do you mean I'm not... - Now wait a minute.

You're as good as any officer I've known

on handling the general routine of a prison.

But you can't handle these convicts.

You don't understand them. You don't know men.

A while ago, it was small riots.

Now it's open rebellion one time after another.

The public's demanding that it be stopped and they're right.

They're on the prison board's neck, and the board's on mine.

That's why Jameson's coming in.

Who is this great man-handler Jameson?

He's one of the best training officers in the United States Army.

He's on special leave to work with us

and I expect you to give him your fullest cooperation.

That's all.

Well, you better tell him to look to his spurs.

Some of these guys around here might steal them.

Losing out to a tin soldier. I must...

Nope. You can't rib me about this prison routine.

It's training men and I like the job.

What's the difference if it's behind stone walls or an army camp?

- What's the difference? - Wait till you're locked behind those walls.

You'll wish you were back on an army post.

Yeah. It's too bad, Steve. I certainly hate to think of you

molding away up there for two years so far from the world.

Away from all this!

It's your last night out. You better make the most of it.

Yeah. I've been giving that a lot of thought, too.

- Now, there's something for tired eyes. - And ears.

Look out, Steve,

training one woman is worse than a whole company of citizen recruits.

I know.

Yeah, but look at all the fun you have training them.

Hi, beautiful! Now, don't go away.

- Hello, Sergeant, where's the war? - Haven't you read the papers?

We're fighting the Indians 'cause they won't take the country back.

- Really, Sergeant? - And don't call me sergeant.

Well, I won't if you promise to tell me what you are.

- Don't you know what two bars mean? - Sure. Twice as many drunks as one bar.

Waiter!

Have you got a pencil and a piece of paper, please?

It's about time for reveille, isn't it?

It's more like taps for Steve.

- What's your name, gorgeous? - May.

Oh, no. May what?

Do you mean to tell me you missed it on the poster outside?

It's De Villiers.

De... Can you spell that?

- K-E-N-N-E-D-Y. - Oh, I get it.

French with an Irish accent, huh?

- How long have you been here? - I just got in today from Texas.

Where are you headed? The Presidio or Manila or Shanghai?

Well, if it was Shanghai, would it break your heart?

No. But you could send me a postcard of the geisha girls.

- They're in Japan. - I know.

But if they knew you were in China, they'd swim over.

Say, I think you and I are gonna get along all right.

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

We're not intruding, are we?

No. Yes. Sit down.

Joe!

Hello, Sis.

- Say, listen, Sis, have you got any money? - Yeah, a little.

What's the matter, Joe? In trouble?

Do you only think I come to you when I'm in trouble?

No, it's good news this time. I got a job up in Seattle

- if I can make it looking halfway decent. - Oh, I'm so glad.

- What kind of a job, Joe? - Well, I haven't got time to tell you now.

- Will you get me the money? - Yeah, wait a minute.

- And, Sis, hurry up. - Okay.

- Table, sir? - No, never mind.

He just came in the back entrance.

This is all I can spare, darling. I wish it were more.

Oh, thanks, Sis. You're a pal.

- So long, kid. I'll write you. - Okay.

Look out, Sis!

- Okay, Red, we got you. - Joe, don't!

Somebody got shot.

There is nothing to be excited about.

- Let me through here. - Let him through.

Joe, what's this mean?

It means, girlie, that your friend here tried to stick up a restaurant.

That rap in jail last year didn't teach you anything, did it?

- What's he doing here with you? - She's okay, Chief.

I heard the whole thing from out in the alley.

He gave her a line about a job in Seattle and then made a touch.

Tough on kids like you.

Come on, Kennedy.

I'm sorry.

- Your brother? - Yeah.

Don't take it too tough, kid. Maybe they'll go easy on him.

No, they won't. Not this time.

- Oh, May! - That's my cue!

Well, Jameson, there's your new army.

Looks like a man-sized job.

Well, what they need is the self-respect

of belonging to a properly disciplined group.

Now, many of those men are here just because they had bad breaks.

They're not born criminals,

and we don't want to turn them into criminals.

Well, if the army'll help them any, I'm all for it.

- When do I start? - You started.

Come on. Now that you've seen them, we'll let them have a look at you.

Blow the whistle and fall them in.

Fall in!

Fall in.

- Pipe the new captain of the yard. - New captain of the yard?

There goes the army.

Click your heels, boys. There goes the tin soldier.

Oh, Druggin, I want you to meet the new captain of the yard.

Captain Jameson, this is Lieutenant Druggin.

- He's been acting captain. - Lieutenant, I'm glad to know you.

How do you do, sir?

Come on now and meet the boys.

Hey, son, put that bench over here for me, will you, please?

All right, Captain.

Boys, this is Captain Jameson, the new captain of the yard.

Hooray!

Hello, boys.

I'm not much on making speeches. I don't believe in them.

I don't think you want to hear them anyway.

I figure actions count a lot more than words.

Now, all I ask for is order and discipline.

If anyone feels like getting funny, I'll guarantee I'll get the last laugh.

Hey, you. Come here.

Who? Me?

Yes, you! Number seven, row three, with the broken beak. Come on up.

- He gets solitary for that. - He gets what I give him.

You heard me, I said come up here.

Can you tie that?

He must have eyes in the back of his head.

- So you're a crooner, huh? - Yeah, I'm a crooner.

Well, that's fine. Let's hear you croon.

Go on. Sing nice and loud so all your pals can hear you.

Go on. Get up there and sing!

I got it up too low.

All right, Lieutenant. Start your line.

Come on.

Get back up there!

This way.

Hello, Gus. Got my room ready for me?

Well, if it isn't 'Sailor Boy' Hansen.

I'm sorry, but they put a guest in your room for the weekend.

You can have it as soon as he leaves though.

Weekend? What do you mean, weekend?

- Ten years. - Come on.

Hoffman, you've been doing fine.

I'm gonna take you out of the machine shop.

What do you want, the road gang or the laundry?