We Still Steal The Old Way Page #2

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then didn't follow through on his promises.

You said previou...

Right, okay.

- It was a terrible accident.

Do you know, I've got this funny feeling you want me to do something

...and I just for the life of me can't work out what it is.

How do you feel about Richie being caught?

Um... heh...

A few months back I wouldn't have had any feelings one way or the other.

But now? Since he's charmed his way back into your life?

Richie asked me to tell you to wait for him.

He's spoken to you since he's been caught?!

- Richie and I go back a long way.

There's the girl I remember.

Anyway, they get up on the terrace, go through

the French windows, nick all the tom, come out.

And Gerald, he climbs all the way back down to the street.

Whereupon the other fellow leans over and says to him:

"Oy! Get back up here!"

So he says, "Why? I've just come back down here."

"Get back up here."

So he climbs all the way back up...

...and gets onto the terrace and he says "What?!"

and the other fellow says, "Come over here, listen to this geezer snoring."

George Briggs, a legend, they tell me.

Runs things in the prison, I was warned; be his friend, they advised.

But, you see, here's the thing.

And your boss that's never seemed to understand this.

You think you're invincible.

And on the outside,

you may well have led a life that's afforded you protection.

The kind of protection that most mere mortals cannot understand.

But once you're in here...

...inside...

...away from those you pay to protect you

...well, then you're just like everyone else.

And you are old now.

No one cares about you anymore.

The world doesn't give a flying f*** about knowledge.

About the "old way."

About how things used to be.

How they should be.

The world has moved forward.

But you keep hanging on to the good old days,

when respect meant something.

Loss is a terrible thing.

What are you talking about...loss...?

I'm talking about the loss of manners,

as you intended to interrupt me.

I'm talking about the loss of respect

for intelligence, old or young.

We used to have confidence.

But now all I see in your generation

...is arrogance.

- Pricks.

And they weren't actually the "good old days."

But things were certainly a lot better back then.

There was an order to things.

And respect for those who earned it.

You were promoted to governor here,

not because you were the best person for the job

...but because your predecessor died

and you were available.

I was promoted to governor here because I can--

Well done, Governor Pryce, well done.

You fooled them, but you didn't fool me.

I know people like you.

Behind your tough-guy image...

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