The Last Castle

Take a look at a castle, any castle.

Now, break down the key elements that make it a castle.

They haven't changed in a thousand years.

One, location. A site on high ground that commands the territory...

as far as the eye can see.

Two, protection. big walls. Walls strong enough to withstand a frontal attack.

Three, a garrison. Men who are trained and willing to kill.

Four, a flag. You tell your men,

"You're soldiers and that's our flag."

You tell them, "Nobody takes our flag."

One step forward. Forward!

And you raise that flag so it flies high where everyone can see it.

Now you've got yourself a castle.

The only difference between this castle and all the rest,

is that they were built to keep people out.

This castle is built to keep people in.

- -

Ohh!

Come on. Give me the ball. Give me the ball, man.

- Come on. Give me the fucking ball. - Fuck you!

- - Sir?

Sir? A movement order just came in.

Give it to Captain Peretz.

- I'll take that, Sheila. - It's a Category "A" transfer.

- Let me see it. -

- Fallout! Fallout! Fallout! - Play ball, man. Come on.

- - 1700 hours?

N-No, no, we're prepared.

Well, it's just really fast. Okay.

Mm-hmm.

All right. You're sure you're positive about this.

Okay. Thank you.

Sir?

Sir?

It's the real deal.

He is coming in at 1700 hours.

Seventeen hundred hours today?

That's what they said, sir.

I don't understand. The trial began today.

Apparently, he pled guilty and got ten years.

They're expediting his transfer as a courtesy.

Oh, as a courtesy?

They should be naming a base after the man. Not sending him here.

My God, Eugene Irwin.

Well, we have verdict. We have a sentence. We have a prisoner.

We do our job... whether we like it or not.

Puts us on our toes, though, doesn't it?

Escort detail report to Gate 18. Prisoner.

Escort detail meet the prisoner on Gate "A. "

I give him a week.

- Till what? - Till he "scrags" himself.

The court-martial didn't put him over the edge,

- I guarantee you the shithouse will. - A week?

- Six bundles. - Six? Let's make it ten.

- All right. Make it ten then. - Ah, there we go.

Ten bundles, Mr. Dellwo. Very specific, man.

Anybody else? You have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

Come on. We'll make it like the Final Four. Ten bundles a square. Who's in?

I'm not going to bet on whether or not a man's going to kill himself.

That's some creepy shit, pilot.

Besides, look at him. One week? He's tougher than that.

How much tougher? Eight, ten, what?

- Eight. - Anyone else?

- You're an ice-cold motherfucker, Yates. - Hey, I'm not betting...

he's going to off himself. I'm just playing the books.

- What about you, Cutbush? I know you're in. - Put me in for a week and a half.

- A week and a half?. - Wallace?

- Go ahead. - I have the transfer "A" to the P.R.U. now.

- Copy that. P.R.U. - One wallet. Leather.

- Family photos? - My daughter.

- Grandson. - Would you like to keep these?

Um, that's an authorized item.

I'd appreciate that.

One set of keys. Glasses.

I'm going to need your ring.

Thank you.

Oh. Actually, you can keep that. Academy rings are authorized.

Three stars, two sets. Looks like that's everything.

- So, uh-- -

- Sir? Prisoner Irwin is outside. - Five minutes.

Five minutes. You can put that down if you want.

- You talking to me? - Yes.

I know what you're thinking. Do I salute you, or do you salute me?

Well, the answer is neither.

My men salute me, of course, and each other according to rank.

But there is no saluting by the general prison population.

Well, first things first. Are you hungry?

- No. Are you sure? - Mondays are our Salisbury steak night.

- Always a cause for celebration. - Indeed.

Indeed. May I offer you some lemonade?

- Thank you. -Just be a minute, sir.

- Prisoner Aguilar-- - If you'll step over here, I'll give you...

a basic layout of the facility.

The building we're in now is the administration building.

That building there houses the tiers.

That's where you and the other inmates will live.

The building next to it is the laundry, where I've had you assigned.

Oh, that is the old blockhouse wall.

It's all that's left of the original prison from the 1870s.

I could've removed it, but I thought it was important to keep a sense of history,

so I asked the men to rebuild it.

They seem to enjoy it. It's a matter of some pride now.

- Sir? - Yes? Please, on the table there.

Please.

Come on. Let's go.

I personally meet with every new inmate here at the prison.

Usually downstairs.

And I ask them a question.

What do you expect from your time here at the castle?

Nothing. Just to do my time and go home.

Perfect. That is the perfect answer.

And now I have what may seem under the circumstances, a bizarre request.

I have a collection of most of the seminal books on warfare,

including The Burden of Command.

And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of signing it?

- Certainly. - Thank you.

- Captain Peretz. - Yes, sir?

Two minutes.

- That's impressive. - Yeah. It's a great collection, isn't it?

Yeah, sure.

That's a mini-ball from Shiloh, used in battle.

Grant lost 13,000 men at Shiloh.

Suppose this got one of them?

Never know. Do you?

I mean, do you collect anything?

No.

Just a few coins from some of the countries I've traveled to.

My father didn't care for military collections. I guess it stuck with me.

Any man with a collection like this is a man who's never set foot on a battlefield.

To him, a mini-ball from Shiloh is just an artifact.

And to a combat vet, it's a hunk of metal...

that caused some poor bastard a world of pain.

I must have misshelved it... your book.

We'll do it another time. No, please, please. Allow me.

Sir, lights out in five. Do I hold the lock?

No. No. We are-- We're through here.

Prisoner Aguilar, what are you doing? You do not salute this man.

This man has no rank. Saluting amongst prisoners is prohibited.

Y-Yes, sir. Bu-But I was saluting you.

- Take the prisoners to their cells, Captain. - Yes, sir.

Thank you for your hospitality, Colonel.

You're welcome.

Inmates, one step to the rear... halt!

Shut the doors!

You're gonna be in cell 345.

- You get to shower every other day. -

- Okay, hold up. - You fuck! I'm going to kill you!

- Shut up, Beaupre. -

Do not cross the yellow line while in formation.

During the day, you're free to be in this area we're walking in right now.

- Showers on both sides. - Those stars don't mean shit now, do they?

You're allowed one book in your cell, in addition to the Bible.

Go up here, then make a right.

-I've got eight bundles on you, General! - Let's see--

No, no, no. You got to hold out for five weeks, then kill yourself!.

- Three-four-five. Crash 345. -

All right, General!

First call, 0600.

- What'd you do, man? - What are you here for, man?

- Close 345. - How many did you kill?

Welcome to the castle, baby!

- - Sir?

Sir?

Prisoner Irwin's in his cell.

- He's really something, isn't he? - Mmm.

Would you like the end-of-day report, sir?

- Is everyone where they're supposed to be? - Yes, sir.

Then skip it.

Very good, Colonel. Is there anything else?

Tomorrow, put out only one basketball.

What you doing?

- You just hit a brickwall. - Nigga, why you doing that shit?

- Come on, little brother. - Get your hands off me!

- Come on, bitch! -

Three-to-one on the little man.

Stab him!

Come on, Thumper. Kill him!

Come on, bitch!

- - What are you doing?

- Man, you don't like it, Doc, take a walk. - You're fucking sick, Yates.

You see how easy it is to manipulate men?

Someone should write a paper on it.

Hold.

Come on! Come on, bitch!

- End it. - Sound the horn.

On the ground now!

All inmates remain on the ground in a prone position.

Get the hell down now!

- Thumper, get down! - I didn't mean it!

Get down, Thumper! Get down!

- Get down, Thumper! - Yes, sir.

All inmates remain on the ground in a prone position.

- - No! I didn't do anything!

- - Thumper, get down!

Sound off

- - Oh, shit!

- Watch where you're going. - Kiss my ass!

Don't worry about it. We'll do it later.

- Damn nigger! - What?

- You heard me! - Say it to my face, white bitch!