Runaway Train

We've got men arranged in ages from 14 to 19.

Unfortunately, all were killed in the subsequent crash of the plane...

and their names are being withheld until notification of next of kin.

We switch now to our live action reporter at the federal courthouse...

with the latest on the Manheim-Stonehaven prison case.

We've just gotten word that the federal judge...

has issued his opinion.

We don't have all the details...

but apparently Oscar Manheim, the notorious life-term prisoner...

who has been welded in his cell for three years...

has won his civil rights suit...

against officials at Stonehaven.

Stay with us for details.

In a few minutes we'll be back with comment...

from Associate Warden Ranken.

Yeah! I say yeah!

Hey, Rogers.

Rogers, lookee here, man.

- What's up? - Manny's won his case.

The courts ordered to let him out of the hole.

- Great. That's great. - Yeah. Uh, Warden Ranken...

is gonna be on the tube soon.

Let the dudes in the cell blocks hear him talk that shit he talks.

Put channel nine into the speakers, man.

Hey, you got shit in your veins or what, man?

I was holding my mud around here...

when you were peeing in your diapers.

- All right. They'll all hear it. - Fucking A, man!

I say, Rogers-- Thanks, man. Yeah!

Nobody wants prison to be a playground. We all want criminals punished...

but don't you think you shocked the public conscience...

by keeping a man welded in a cell for three years?

Well, a man, yes, but Manheim is an animal.

He broke out of here twice, he's robbed banks...

he-- he's a killer.

He doesn't care about your life, my life...

or even his own life.

Fuck your mother!

Hear that trash, Ranken!

Fat-faced faggot!

Somebody shoot that pansy vegetable!

Manny for president!

He believes in nothing. He's capable of anything.

I've worked in prisons for 26 years.

Cons with strings of murders are all afraid of Manheim.

Jesus Henry Christ! Yeah!

Burn it!

Hey, Jonah!

- Man, he did it, man. - Yeah.

He really fucking did it!

Yeah. That's good, man. I'll see you in the yard.

Well, if, as you say, he is an animal...

then why do all the other prisoners love him so much?

Well, um...

because they're mostly animals just like he is.

They wanna do whatever they want, no holds barred.

- Rogers, crack that door! - Fuck you...

and the horse you rode in on!

Open this goddamn door!

This is no country club, you know what I mean?

Stonehaven's average sentence is 22 years.

Turn that fucker off!

Hey, Manny! We got visitors!

On your feet, convict.

On your feet.

I've got a federal court order to let you out of the hole.

I could ask for a stay during the appeal.

I can last nine more months.

I could stand on my head nine months.

- How about I kick your brains in? - Fuck you. Do it alone.

I don't dirty my hands on scum like you.

I'm gonna let you out in the yard.

And I hope you make a move so I can stop your clock. That's a promise.

Yeah, a promise. You promised to keep me in this hole the rest of my life.

Kept you in here for three years. That's long enough for me, kid.

Whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

We'll see.

Please, try again...

and I'll send you out of here in plastic.

You do what you have to do, and I will too.

Whatever happens happens.

Call the machine shop. Bring him to the yard!

That's your mama's fart hole.

The bitch is loud.

You're all punks hiding there, yelling in the dark.

Let me tell you where you assholes stand.

First, there's God...

then the warden...

then my guards...

then the dogs out there in the kennel...

and finally you:

pieces of human waste--

no good to yourselves or anybody else.

Yeah. Here he is, man.

The big man.

Hey, Manny. Homeboy.

- It's me, home. - I'm blind, man. I can't see.

Here you go, man.

Let's go. Should be time for lockup.

Hey, let me get that for you.

What's been happening these past three years?

Just what you know, brother. I went out and got a fresh new 30 year sentence.

- Couldn't make it without me. - Couldn't make it without the money.

Never did know how to rob a bank.

Don't worry about it. I'll get you out.

Not in this winter, you won't.

- I won't? - Kiss my white ass!

Hey, what's the--

He's a pretty good youngster. Besides, he pushes the laundry cart.

Welcome home, brother.

Welcome home, man.

One, two--

Nine!

The kid can fight.

That's worth about two dead flies.

Yeah, but you shouldn't judge people hard, man.

I'm gonna take a piss.

Officer, this guy! He's grabbing my ass!

You kept him in the hole too long!

Take that punk out! Take him out!

I got him.

Jab! Punch!

What are you doing?

Come on, young man. Young man, back off!

And still the welterweight champion...

Buck Logan.

I'm sorry, Manny! Ranken made me do it!

- Come on, punk. - You're wrong!

Show me something.

- Come on, Manny. - Come here.

- Think I'm that stupid? - No!

- Come on. I got something for you. - I'm sorry, Manny.

- Stay back! - You wanted me?

You want my blood? Here.

There. There's my blood.

Come on, scum.

You wanna shoot me? Shoot me!

Shoot the kid, sucker. Here I am!

Come on!

Shoot the kid! Don't send no punk to do your business for you!

I'm right here. Come on. Shoot me!

I'm going nowhere. Come on!

Come on.

Make your move!

Hey, sucker. You show me shit!

No, no! He's mine!

Get off! Hey, get off! Let me go!

I'll kill you!

I'll tear your fucking head off!

Oh, my God! Can't someone do something about--

Mandatory lockup! All prisoners in their cell.

All prisoners in their cell.

Mandatory lockup.

You look terrible.

I ain't dead.

They released me to the yard.

He wants to kill you for sure.

He's pushing me.

He wants me to jump the wall. He's pushing me.

It's 30 below out there.

I'm going. You coming?

Are you coming? I'll wait for you.

No, brother.

This is home.

I run things around here.

I can't take these ass-kickings like I used to.

I can make it.

Then get on, brother, and do it.

I will.

Whatever happens, don't let 'em bring you back here.

Yeah.

I'll find something.

Nice joint in the sun.

The bull's on the stairs.

Let's split!

- Have fun. - You too.

There's gonna be convicts watching you, brother.

Don't let 'em ice you. It'll break a lot of soul.

You know, you got a following. And I love you.

Coming through!

Hit the basket, man.

Coming through.

Hey, you guys. Hit the basket, okay? Goddamn!

Coming through.

Get in here and check my laundry.

You're late, man.

I'm sorry, man. They were late with the showers. Here.

Coming through, boss.

Yeah.

- How are you doing, Jackson? - What's up.

What's up? Little bit of laundry, huh?

Jackson...

have I got a surprise for you, man.

- What is it? - You know, you told me your son...

is going to the golden gloves this year.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Jackson, check 'em out, man.

- Thanks, Buck. - You betcha.

And I'll tell you what.