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Man: Come in!

Leave it open. Have a seat, Carl.

Do you like cigars, Carl? Cuban.

Carl: Wow, thank you, Warden.

Keep the whole box. It's a gift.

And they're darn hard to come by these days.

Well, thank you, again, Warden. That's... That's darn nice of you.

Yeah, you deserve it. Pull five of your ten years

and now you're out on good behavior. Free at last.

- Yes, sir. - You know, Carl...

I'm darn sorry to see you go.

I can't say that about most of the inmates,

but I trust you.

You made things run real smooth here, Carl.

Oh, I'm sure they'll run things just fine, sir.

- I trained them myself. - I'm sure they will if you say so, Carl.

- But not as good as you. - Well, thank you, sir.

No reason to thank me, Carl. You deserve it.

When you first got here you were as worthless a punk

as I've ever seen and let me tell you,

I've seen some downright worthless punks in this place.

But you were different.

I could sense it in you right away and I always trust my instincts, Carl.

- I'm never wrong. - No, sir.

Take that as a little lesson, Carl.

Trust your instincts and you'll never go wrong.

I think I will, sir.

So, what are your plans?

Well, actually, Warden, me and my best friend were thinking

about going into the laundry business.

- That's what I know best. - That's true.

You do know the laundry business.

- Best foreman I ever had. - Well, thank you, Warden.

Laundry's a good business, Carl. A stable business.

Like food and funeral homes.

People will always want clean clothes.

You know, when I changed this facility over from license plates to laundry

they thought I was crazy, but I showed 'em.

I made it pay for everybody.

So, laundry, huh?

You have been paying attention, Carl.

I'm glad to see my instincts once again prove true.

You take the knowledge you've gained here and put it to use

- and you'll be okay. - I think I will, too, sir.

Good for you, Carl. Well...

the best of luck, Carl.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Warden.

- And thank you. - Close the door on your way out, huh.

So, Matushka...

finally made it out, huh?

What's it to ya?

You think you're a tough guy,

but I heard you in there with the Warden.

You're just a brown-nosed ass kisser.

You've been kissing his ass since the first day you got here.

Carl: I got news for you, shit for brains, he runs the place.

Tell you something, Matushka, I never liked you.

I always thought you were up to something and I never trusted you.

Gee, I'm sorry to hear that. I always thought so much of you.

Oh, funny man. You'll be back.

Actually, you got that backwards. See...

tomorrow you'll still be here. I won't.

- Carl! My man! - Keep the faith, brothers.

I'll look up all your wives and girlfriends and let 'em know you miss 'em.

- Man: Fuck you! - Not anymore.

This is Carl Matushka. He's outta here.

But he'll be back.

Patrick: Carl!

Three!

Hey, that's a Redford-Dondero game ball, man.

- Patrick: The big game. - Go. Come on!

Hey, Patrick, my main man.

- Carl "The Tush" Matushka. - That's me, man.

- Well, you look... like shit. - Yeah, you, too, man.

You, too. What's with the hair?

Oh, no. No. It's new. You like it?

- Yeah, you look like a faggot. - Thank you.

And fuck you.

I can't believe it's you, man.

- I'd never think I'd see you again. - Yeah.

I know you got... you got five years and I walked.

Yeah, well, that's how it goes, right?

I get caught, you don't.

Yeah, but you... You kept your mouth shut.

- I owe you big for that. - Yeah, we were best friends once.

Maybe I'll let you be my friend again, fag boy.

- Come on. - Dynamic duo.

- We're un-fucking-stoppable. - Right here. Right here.

Hey, good hands.

Hey, you remember football? Basketball? Water sports?

- Un-fucking-stoppable. - God damn right.

- Everything all set? - Hey, paisan, trust me here.

Oh, by the way, Tom backed out so I had to get another driver.

What do you mean? Tom was all set.

- What happened? - I don't know. He didn't tell me.

He just calls and craps out. So, I say "fuck him"

and I get somebody else. So, we're okay.

- Yeah, and he's cool? - Yeah, he's cool. Okay.

Everything's okay now, man. You're back.

I feel excited. Yee-haw!

- I haven't been this high in years. - All right, well, calm down.

- What about the rest? - In the back.

Okay.

Bon appétit.

All right, we got 23 minutes.

Let's get going.

- Hi. - Hi.

What's your name?

- Randy - Okay, Randy.

Uh, listen, I don't have a whole lotta time.

So...

We got about an hour as far as I'm concerned.

Starting from... ten minutes ago.

Yeah, well, uh, honestly, I don't think I'm gonna need

anywhere near that much time.

Do I know you?

Uh, not yet.

- (Wiggles) - Shit.

It's-It's been a long time.

Here, baby, let me help you.

What?

- You'll smudge my lipstick. - Oh, Jesus.

Party favors.

Here we go.

He's a big boy.

Holy shit.

Yes.

Oh. Ooh!

Oh yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Mm. Mmm. Mmm.

- Mmm. - Jesus.

Oh, you're religious. That's nice.

Oops.

Janie Kochanski?

I'm Carl Matushka.

- Oh, my God. - Oh, Jesus.

Carl.

Carl: Uh, um... well, uh... h0w've you been?

- Oh, great. And you? - Oh, just great.

Well, you know, I just got out of prison after five years.

Yeah, well, you see what I've been doing for a living.

Yeah.

I'm working out, Carl.

You know, you never gave me back my letter jacket.

- No, I didn't. - Huh.

You know, Janie, I know that we didn't go out for very long or anything,

but I sure have fond memories of you.

Yeah? As the girl who stole your letter jacket?

Yeah, among other things.

Yeah, well, I really had a thing for you, Carl

and you dumped me really hard.

- I did? - And you don't even remember.

- Do you? - Hey, I'm the one that recognized you.

Yeah, but you don't remember what happened, right?

- No. - Figures.

You always were the most conceited prick in the whole school.

- And the best looking. - That, too.

- You haven't changed. - Oh, yes, I have.

Five years in the joint will take something out of you,

but not all of it.

Boy, Janie, you still look good. Really good.

Yeah, well, thanks. It's all I got what's left.

So, like, what have you been up to?

Oh, you know...

- This, that, a life. - Uh-huh.

It's a sad story that no one wants to hear.

Well, I'll listen to your sad story if you listen to mine.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

I'm not trying to fool anybody, Janie, honestly.

Give me that card back.

What?

Here's my home address and phone number.

Stop by and see me sometime.

You mean, uh, professionally or unprofessionally?

Which would you prefer?

- Unprofessionally. - It doesn't mean for free!

- That's not what I'm talking about! - Hey, me, either.

Okay.

But, you know, only if you want to that is.

Yeah, I do. We'll go out.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

- You're not just saying it? - No, I mean it.

Okay.

- I hope you're amused, Patrick. - I am.

I love reunions.

You can drop me off right over there.

You got it.

It was, um...

It was good to see you again, Carl.

Yeah. You, too, Janie.

Real good.

- I'll call ya. - Do.

So, what are you guys up to?

What? Oh, uh...

- nothing. - Sounds like you're about to pull a job.

No shit?

- Be careful, okay? - Yeah.