Last Rampage: The Escape of Gary Tison

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F*ck you!

F*ck you. F*ck you!

- I had a dream about dad last night.

- What?

- Said I had a dream about dad.

- Was it a good dream?

- Oh, the best.

He said he knew we'd come

through for him.

He said, "blood

calls to blood."

Sounds like just what he'd say.

Hey, why do you suppose they call

it the Arizona state penitentiary?

What do you wanna call it, Rick?

- First baptist church?

- They're all about statement.

No, it's a prison, ain't it?

Yes, it's prison, all right.

Well, why don't they

call it that?

Penitentiary is just

a five dollar word for prison.

You know, like "state Penn".

- Is that what that means?

- Uh-huh.

I never sensed that.

I thought it meant like

a "pen" for pigs,

or what not, except for men.

A men-pen.

Be sure and tell dad that,

he'll get a kick or something.

- All right.

- Shut up, both of you.

I need you listen to me and do

exactly as we planned, all right?

We got one shot at this.

Can't have any mistakes.

Yeah. We'll do whatever you

say until we get dad back.

- Then he is in charge.

- Fine.

Until then it's me.

Aye, aye, captain.

Good morning.

- Is it?

- I aim it to be.

Show what's in the bag.

Shame they got you working

two Sundays in a row, eddy.

Sunday morning coming

down, like the man says.

Visitor coming on through.

Sir.

- Donnie come with?

- Yes, sir.

He did.

I wasn't sure he would.

I knew I could count

on you, son.

Yes, sir. You sure can.

Mom made you some sandwiches.

I could eat some.

There is a block-way.

A6, come up.

Greenawalt, get up

on those dank sheets.

What the hell is this?

It's Christmas in July.

New IBM's electric.

All the big titted young secretaries

are salivating for one.

Well?

I don't like these

electric models.

Their hum gives me a headache.

There they are.

I heard you boys will

be tagging along real soon.

Soon as your brother got here.

Let me see.

Whoa!

Hey, now, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Now, don't do another wrong,

nobody will get hurt, all right?

We don't wanna hurt no one.

Put it down.

Put on them, Ricky.

Easy.

- All right, get down.

- Greenawalt.

- Get down. Don't move.

- Easy. Easy.

You are making

a big mistake, boy.

Yeah, well, don't you go

making another one, all right?

Come on.

Get on, Rick.

Shut the hell up back there.

- Shut up. Shut up.

Nobody, nobody move.

Dad.

Don't move.

Stay go, low boy.

I'm good.

I'm good.

Hey, dad, dad!

Hey, hey!

Eddy, you finger that

squawk box, you're all dead.

Now unbuckle them duty belts.

- Take it easy.

- Both of them.

Don't try anything funny.

Nothing funny here.

Nothing funny here.

You said that right.

If any of you get the idea to try

to key out some distress call,

or do something

stupid like that,

I won't hesitate

to paint these walls

the color god gave you.

Stay down.

Come on, Rick.

Easy.

All right.

Keep that on him.

- Damn good.

- All right.

Get your shit on quick.

Get 'em in there.

Let's go. Let's go.

- Go on. Go on.

- Get in there, eddy.

Move.

- Step on it.

- Come on, go on.

God dammit.

- Let's go.

- Come on.

Go, move now.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- Get in there.

- Guys, get the guns in there.

- Here. Here.

Last time I saw

a rack like that,

I was holding

a magazine sideways.

Nursing a tot?

- Come on, let's go.

- -Yes, mister.

Sure as hell wish it was me.

All right, get in there.

Let's go. Come on.

You boys really showed

me something.

- Thanks, sir.

- It's like Christmas.

You remember Christmas, dad?

Oh, yeah, it's like Christmas,

easter, your birthday,

the fourth of July,

all rolled into one.

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