Ballgame

This is your fifth offense.

I am forced to render a stricter verdict this time.

That's the only thing you'll understand.

I hereby sentence you to one year in the county jail for prostitution.

According to paragraph 47 of the californian penal code.

Next case. - Asshole.

Hey, quite down in there. You'll have your daily report soon enough.

- Stop! Who's there? - Oh, you've terrified me! Gee!

I thought you love my visits. Since you're always so lonely here. Have you got a light?

Anything else? What are you doing here?

I've got a break right now, so I thought...

Since I've got a break, others could join me.

I know just how it is. Forced to stand here and noone's there

to enjoy yourself with.

Clean it up nice and clean. I thought you could only handle a broomstick.

Strange...

A handle of some sort in your hands is better than nothing.

That's inga next door. Should be interesting for you.

She's the hottest of those 6 Swedish girls. They got arrested, because they've got caught

with a little joint at a party.

I'm innocent, too. Hot inga.

Sounds promising. Are you really that hot? - Sure.

The other Swede over here is lil.

- The other one over there with inga is kerstin. - Hello! - Hi everyone!

Lolita, I'll buy you a carton of cigarettes if you lick my pussy through the bars.

Darling inga. You got to be kidding!

You guys will get 20 days ad seg for something like that.

So what? A carton is nice but this one over here is desirable as well.

Please try to come a little closer.

It's better like that.

Impossible. You two are perverted.

You're doing a good job. I can't stand it any longer.

What's going on in here?!

Lolita, what are you doing?

Well, I'm polishing the bars a little.

Spick and span. Make everything look pretty.

Now hurry up! You know this place is filthy!

- I want you finished by two o'clock. - I want to be finished by two as well.

Me, too! - Quite!

That was close.

But one thing I have to tell you.

You earned your carton real good.

It was nice. I'll take a carton anytime.

See you later, girls. Bye.

Don't waste food! Millions are starving!

Eating this muck I'll be number million and one.

- Same here. - But you look well-fed. - How are you? - Good.

- Black devil and Swedish nightingale. - You two have got a thing going?

- Not yet. - Watch out. We could getjealous.

Don't worry. There's enough for everyone.

Not if I get you first.

Yucky, absolutely yucky. It tastes worse than it looks.

- I can't eat this. - Do like Dolly does. Put a lot of salt on in.

It's not exactly smorrebrod. The taxes I pay... this food should be better.

Who's paying taxes in here?

Strange country. If you don't pay taxes you'll go to jail.

I don't care. I can't eat this.

I'll have something more tasteful for lunch.

And I won't tell who.

I want to get serious. I've been in jail before.

But this is the dirtiest and the filthiest of all the rotten jails I've ever been.

Maybe. But we're here on vacation and you're not.

- We still have rooms at Hilton's. - Room service.

I'd like a strawberry pie. And please serve it in my bed.

- Great, with cream! - Shut up, all of you. Come on.

I've been in jail many time. But not like this.

Usually you'll get nice things to eat and everything is clean.

And everything smells fresh and healthy. Not like it does here.

You're right. What can we do about it?

Oh yeah, but I am happy.

Dolly, could you please shut your mouth. Sounds like you had a joint or something.

Little sweet tooth is licking too much.

Are you in pain? What's wrong with you?

Nothing, absolutely nothing. It's all about my womb.

Usually, something shoots into my belly and then it's over with.

- But I'm still feeling something down there. - Poor girl always has to suffer.

I don't feel pity for her. Stop bothering your fellow inmates with that!

If you're sick, get something from the doctor.

Kerstin, get out of there. Old maid's been smelling a rat.

If she catches you, you'll have to do it to her.

A faith worse than death.

He needs five hundred more campaign posters.

Can you send them by Friday?

Ok, thank you very much. Bye.

Miss Cole, please come for some dictation.

- I'd like a fresh Havana cigar, please. - Certainly, sir.

I'd like a drink. Pour me a Brandy, my dear. - Yes, sir.

That's what I call life.

And now, my dear, I think it's time for my afternoon cocktail.

Certainly, sir.

Thank you, miss Cole. As usual your efficiency leaves nothing to be desired.

Thank you, sir. By the way,

there is an inmate by the name lolita willenmann outside.

She wants to show you a petition.

A petition...

Probably a pledge of undying devotion and loyalty to me.

Signed by all the unfortunates incarcerated here.

Yes, I'll have her come in.

Miss Cole, take notes in case we can use this for publicity.

Yes, sir.

Come on in. - Alright.

Please come in. Let me see your paper.

Alright...

What is this thing, this so called petition?

It's exactly that, a petition, signed by all the inmates.

Stating, sir, the atrocious conditions in the county jail.

Atrocious? How dare you make disparaging remarks about

one of the finest penal institutions in the world?

Sir, the only penal act I know will make it to the headlines, if the press ever gets scent of it.

That's why I recommend to agree to the petition instantly,

othennise we will adopt other means.

That's enough. Get out! Go on! Out of here! Take your paper with you!

I'm begging your pardon, sir. But this petition has been properly filed,

under section 35 b, code 12 of the jail statutes of 1942.

She is perfectly within her rights.

Really? Well, young lady. Miss willenkerl or whatever your name is...

Thank you for bringing this situation to my attention.

I select a committee and get on it right away.

Thank you, sir.

Give me another drink.

Yes, sir. - What a nerve!

Not on my watch!

Such a nerve!

Next thing they want soap in the showers.

These brats!

What is this younger generation coming to?

What happened then?

I gave him the petition.

Probably wiped his ass with it.

So what happens next?

Listen, I did it according to the rules.

We wait a few days...

Nothing happens, that's when we will launch plan b.

They'll get a shock for life.

Could I afford another carton of cigarettes I'd give it to lolita.

You're really insatiable. How come I thought Swedes are frigid?

Lolita is my type, I can't help it.

Do you always have to drink away your sorrows?

Do you know anything better?

Unbelievable, can one of you sluts tell me what's happening in here?

We're playing cards, nothing else.

Can't you leave us alone? It's my birthday.

Do you think you're at a casino or what?

- Answer! - We didn't do anything wrong.

You've played for money. You'll suffer for this!

- Come with me! - If the director would see that, you'd be in a lot of trouble.

Yeah, you must be punished for it!

You'll clean this cell spic and span now!

Now! Give it to me! - What?

Go! Don't act naive and give me the bottle. Now!

I've smuggled the bottle in.

- Please don't tell the director. - Smuggled it in? - Yes. - Okay.

How? Tell me how you smuggled it in.

I had it under my dress.

It's too big to hide it under your dress. That's implausible.

Let me see what else you've got underneath there.

Now I know why they are keeping you in here.

Be good and remove this.

- As you please. - We got to work out something. Maybe you can do me a few favors.

- And keep silent about them. - Oh, I can do that.

Then I may... Also be silent about it.

And I won't tell the director anything about this little incident.

- Is this okay with you? - Yeah. - Very okay?

Say it. - Yes.

What the hell is that?

Escape? It has to be an escape.

First I have to get my riot-hat. Miss Cole, come in, quick.

Hurry up, miss Cole. It's burning.

- What's that noise? - Yes. - What's that smoke?

There is a riot in block b, sir.

- A riot! In myjail! - The girls set fire to their mattresses.

- But the fire is already under control. - At least that's settled.

Besides, it's the same group that entered the petition.

As soon as this is over you'll bring the girls here.

Make sure that the press doesn't get wind of this. - Yes, sir.

That's for sure, they'll never get my campaign poster.

Look, asshole, I don't care who you have to blow, screw or bugger.

You better make me governor!

Miss Cole, you're listening? Come in and take notes.

Yes, sir.

To the point.

Ladies, this is not the right way to improve the conditions of your current home.

Didn't I promised you that I'll select a committee

and to launch an examination?

What a nice myth. But accidentally we have heard,

that you have destroyed the petition. And that you're not remotely thinking of

selecting a committee.

The problems we're facing are facing us now.

No one gives a shit in six or seven months.

Right, girls? - Yeah!

Yeah, that's right.

That's exactly what I had in mind.

But the conditions here are not that bad.

You should see cockroach haven county jail.

May I say something? We don't mean to be rude.

But this time we have to. We want to see action.

And if we don't see it, we'll go to every newspaper and radio station.

- Yes, to every one. - We heard you are running for governor.

If people knew what kind of jail you run,

they wouldn't even elect you as garbage collector.