Runaway Train

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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 sh*t he talks.

Put channel nine | into the speakers, man.

Hey, you got sh*t 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. | - F***ing 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.

F*** your mother!

Hear that trash, Ranken!

Fat-faced f*ggot!

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 f***ing 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! | - F*** 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 f***er 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? | - F*** 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 b*tch is loud.

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

Let me tell you | where you a**holes 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!

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