Brubaker Page #3

I want to see the man!

I hear his neck snapping. I do!

- Open this.

- Where are you at?

- You want in?

- Open- Yeah.

Some f***ing respect around here.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

- Stand still.

- Hey!

We talk?

Who the f*** are you? I want the man!

I am. I am the man.

I'm the new warden here.

My name's Henry Brubaker.

Man, don't be f***ing with my head.

- New warden, my ass.

- It's true. I swear it.

- Then how come you look like a scumbag?

- Because I'm fooling those guys out there.

- When you gonna paint this place?

- What color?

Yellow.

- Yellow.

- Yellow.

And I want a picture window in my place.

This yours? This one?

One of them high-low pinto shag rugs...

...and some liquor and a TV

like them f***ing trusties all got.

Some fresh air.

Which wall?

- Which wall what?

- The picture window.

Come on, show me exactly.

Maybe I want a skylight.

Yeah, I want a- I want a skylight.

How you doing?

- Open this.

- Do what?

Open it up. Get this man

some medical attention.

Get this place dried out and painted up.

What color?

- Any f***ing color he wants.

- Everybody crazy around here.

- Where you going now?

- My office.

Mess with me now,

you're gonna regret it later.

We don't work this out fast,

you won't be around later.

Do you want ID?

Listen, if I raise my right hand,

that tower guard will blow you out.

Or you can continue walking with me,

like the smart escort I figure you to be.

Hey! Hey!

- Hold it right there.

- I'm sorry. I'm replacing you.

Coombes, give me a hand.

Call Lillian Gray,

assistant to the governor.

- Who is this a**hole?

- Beats the sh*t out of me.

- The name is Brubaker.

- He thinks he's the new warden.

I didn't want it this way,

but that's the way it is.

What is?

What is?

You're Willets? Earl?

- Burl.

- Burl, right.

State employee, purchasing agent.

You've been here, uh, uh,

three years, uh, next May.

Five years in Ju- July.

Government service ranking is seven.

You're due for an ingrade raise in May.

Yes, sir. That part's all true.

- Captain?

- Yeah?

This is a hell of a note,

that's all I've got to say.

- I mean it.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll make sure all your magazines

get forwarded. Don't worry.

You know something, Mr. Brubaker?

Smartest thing you ever done

was come in here incognizant.

Dumbest was stepping forward.

You want it? You got it. Bye.

Can you hear me-?

Can you hear me?

The name is Henry Brubaker.

I'm what the new governor promised.

A reform warden.

That sneaks in like

James-f***ing-Bond!

Purcell? Here, give me that.

See this? This thing is gone.

Any trusty wants to go back

to raking rocks...

...just get caught using this

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