Escape From Alcatraz Page #2

Either you're too scared,

or you just hate n*ggers.

Now, which is it, boy?

You too scared?

I just hate n*ggers.

So no one's ever busted out.

No one's ever made it.

Everyone has looked for a way,

but there ain't any.

See those hacks?

Most joints have one hack

for every seven cons.

There's one hack

for every three cons here.

You start shitting at night

instead of in the morning,

they want to know why.

Let's say you're

going to try it anyway.

First, you've got

to get out of the cell.

Each bar has six hard smaller bars

set in a steel tube

with extra steel poured in.

And there ain't no way

to tunnel out, either.

Sh*t.

This island is solid rock.

See that water?

It's over a mile swim to land.

The currents make it seem like 10.

And the water's so cold

it will numb your arms in minutes.

Even if you are a good swimmer,

you won't have time to make it.

There are 12 counts every day.

Sometimes l think that's all

this sh*t hole is,

one long count.

We count the hours,

the bulls count us,

and the king bulls count the counts.

Inside! Everybody in!

I'm assigning you a permanent job.

The carpentry shop.

It's a paying job.

- How much?

- 15 cents an hour.

Well, l always knew

crime would pay.

It's a job.

See you later.

I sleep lousy,

but l sniff the glue.

It passes the nights.

Aren't you afraid

they'll shake down your cell?

Then l go to the hole.

It's worth the chance.

I guess anything you want bad enough

is worth the chance.

Including busting out?

Hey, maybe there's a way out.

It's on top of your head.

Yeah. The ventilator shafts

on top of our block.

How do you get

on top of the block?

- Ask the bull for the key.

- Thanks.

Hey, jive dude, where you going?

Summer's coming on.

It's getting cooler.

Weather here is as crazy as The Rock.

Maybe crazier.

Mark Twain wrote that

the coldest winter he ever spent

was a summer in San Francisco.

I can...

Wolf's coming at you.

- Is his hand cupped?

- Yes.

- Which one?

- His right.

Break off!

Drop it, Wolf!

Drop it, Wolf.

You like D-block, Wolf?

You better, because you're gonna

rot there for a long time.

D-block, Morris.

Look, he came at me.

I said D-block.

When l get out, you're dead.

You'll be dead before you get out.

Warden don't like inmates fighting.

Don't like 'em stinking up

their cells, either.

Lights out!

Go on back to your cell.

Welcome to Alcatraz.

- Hey, is anybody over there?

- Yeah, me.

Come out in front and say hello.

Busy.

How busy can you be

in one of these closets?

Don't worry. l washed it.

How you doing, neighbor?

I'm Charley Butts.

Smallest cell l ever been in.

- You'll get used to it.

- l don't think so.

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