Diggstown

Alex, is that ten grand

or are you just happy to see me?

It's there.

Let's go.

How did a bonehead like Wolf

wind up in the fight ring...

with Minoso Torres?

Word is Wolf stepped in on a beef

Torres had with Gabriel Caine.

Caine's too smart

to get on Torres' bad side...

unless he had a reason

for getting there.

Find him.

Wait here.

It's there. Let's go.

- Put this on.

- F*** you.

Put this on or I'll break your glasses

and feed you to Lester in D block...

you little gerbil.

- Right over the grate.

- What grate?

- Just keep crawling.

- Hot! Jesus!

- Good.

- Damn!

- Stop.

- Can I take it off now?

You could, but if you do the man

on the other side will kill you.

If you show

a certain degree of wisdom...

he'll put you on a boat,

take you across the lake...

pick you up in a car and then drive you

across the state line.

Whatever you decide to do,

please do so with haste.

- What is it?

- Yeah.

You're going outside.

The showers won't be the same

without you.

Get up!

Get your fat ass up!

Don't you know you're not

supposed to smoke in bed?

Gabe.

You want to say good night

to your little sister...

and your ugly dogs in Diggstown?

Thanks.

You're a good friend.

I don't know, Wolf.

I never should have

let you fight Torres.

Arert you gonna

sing and dance with him?

It did do the trick, though.

- So you're here to cheer me up.

- Yeah.

You're gonna make me

a rich man, right?

That I am.

So you're a good friend.

Maybe the best I ever had.

Nobody ever took the time

to teach somebody like me.

And nobody

ever gave me a chance...

to make the kind of money

we made today.

So you're a good friend, okay?

Get some rest, partner.

Yeah.

In the 18 years

I've been running Winfield...

there have only been

six escapes.

Five of them

since you arrived here.

Like little old Alex Dupree

who disappeared last night.

What do you think about that,

Mr. Caine?

I think the important thing is not

to take it as a personal rejection.

Warden, I owe you an apology.

Guys said your clip was full of blanks,

but I didn't know they meant your gun.

I don't carry blanks.

God, that was clumsy of me.

Scared me.

Did it scare you?

You're smart, Caine.

How did they catch

a boy as smart as you?

Let's just say you might want

to change careers...

and sell phony art

to rich people.

Make sure your painter doesn't use

acrylics on 18th-century landscapes.

I'll remember that.

I will.

And you remember this:

I'll find out

how you've been doing it...

before you're released

next week.

- Keith.

- So this means Club Med is out?

- Jesus. What if they find the tunnel?

- So what?

- You think I left my name on it?

- I don't know.

Queen.

What are the chances

of another queen?

Two showing, ten cards down?

Looks like two out of forty to me.

Unless, of course...

Son of a b*tch!

Unless there's one queen left 'cause

the other one isn't where you put it.

Ten thousand come out okay

with Alex?

Leave it to you

to make 50 grand in jail.

A mere bag of shells,

but it should get us started.

How are those farm boys

looking in Diggstown?

Nothing Roy can't handle.

I've seen them all.

- How's he doing?

- Roy's doing good.

I talked to him.

He's really excited.

- Yeah? Good.

- Yeah.

It's time to set the hook

in Diggstown.

- Do it just like I told you.

- Yeah.

Exactly like I told you.

Then the party's on me

when it's over.

Gabe, when it's over...

we'll all be lucky to get away

before they kill us.

What's the difference between

a hustler and a good con man?

- What?

- A hustler has to leave town quickly...

but a good con man doesn't have

to leave until he wants to.

We're in business.

- Fitz, man.

- Corny.

- Right.

- How are you?

Remember I promised to introduce you

to some of the guys?

You certainly did.

- This is Frank and Sam.

- Hello.

That's Tank there. Over there

playing pool is Robby and Billy.

- This is the big fertilizer man.

- Randall Patrick O'Shannon Fitzpatrick.

- Call me "Fitz. "

- I hear you're good with card tricks.

- You did?

- How are you at the real thing?

You don't want me

sitting in here.

Cards just turn to money

in these hands.

Back home they call me

"The Cleveland Collector. "

He told me that.

They'll call you the "Cleveland Clown"

after we're through with you.

They will?

Sit your ass down.

Seriously?

I don't want any hard feelings here.

I'll take all your money.

I hope I got enough money

to get in this game.

Cut 'em.

Luck be a lady tonight.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. Really.

Must be my lucky day.

Sam, thank you.

Thank you kindly.

Ouch.

This is fun.

Isn't this fun?

- Sh*t.

- Damn.

- Is this his?

- It must be.

This is a nice truck.

I'd give my dick

for a truck like this.

What would be the use

of having it?

Yeah, right.

I better be going.

I'll see you around.

All right, Robby.

Talk to you later.

Yeah.

God, I love this building.

Yeah, you were a genius

to buy this place.

No, I was a genius

to have the town buy this place...

and then hire me to manage it.

That's genius.

You know, Daddy,

you are this town.

Yes, I am.

You left yourself wide-open.

I'll tell you something, there are

several ways of getting things done.

It's time you start learning

what they are.

Someday Diggstown will be yours.

I'm ready whenever you say, sir.

I'm sure you are, Robby Gillon.

Every day it becomes more and more

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