The Last Castle

[Man] Take a look

at a castle, any castle.

Now break down the key elements

that make it a castle.

They haven't changed

in a thousand years.

One, location. A site on high ground

that commands the territory...

as far as the eye can see.

Two, protection:
big walls.

Walls strong enough

to with stand a frontal attack.

Three, a garrison.

Men who are trained and willing to kill.

Four, a flag.

You tell your men,

"You're soldiers

and that's our flag."

You tell them nobody

takes our flag.

[Man]

One step forward. Forward!

And you raise that flag so it flies high

where everyone can see it.

Now you've got yourself

a castle.

The only difference between

this castle and all the rest,

is that they were built

to keep people out.

This castle is built

to keep people in.

[Shouting]

- [Men Chattering]

- [Man On P.A., Indistinct]

[Rapping, Indistinct]

Ohh!

Come on. Give me the ball.

Give me the ball, man.

- Come on. Give me the fucking ball.

- Fuck you!

- [Knock On Door]

- [Softly] Sir?

[Louder]

Sir? A movement order just came in.

Give it to Captain Peretz.

- I'll take that, Sheila.

- It's a Category A transfer.

- Let me see it.

- [Arguing]

- [Man] Fallout! Fallout! Fallout!

- Play ball, man. Come on.

- [Classical]

- [Peretz] 1700 hours?

N-No, no, we're prepared.

Well, it's just

really fast. Okay.

Mm-hmm.

All right. You're sure

you're positive about this.

Okay. Thank you.

Sir?

Sir?

[Exhales]

It's the real deal.

He is coming in

at 1700 hours.

Seventeen hundred hours today?

That's what they said, sir.

I don't understand.

The trial began today.

Apparently, he pled guilty

and got ten years.

They're expediting

his transfer as a courtesy.

Oh, as a courtesy?

They should be naming a base

after the man. Not sending him here.

My God, Eugene Irwin.

Well, we have verdict.

We have a sentence.

We have a prisoner.

We do our job...

whether we like it or not.

Puts us on our toes,

though, doesn't it?

[Man On P.A.] Escort detail

report to Gate 18 prisoner.

Escort detail meet

the prisoner on Gate A.

[Gate Buzzes]

[Inmate]

I give him a week.

- 'Til what?

- 'Til he "scrags" himself.

The court-martial didn't

put him over the edge,

- I guarantee you the shithouse will.

- A week?

- Six bundles.

- Six? Let's make it ten.

- All right. Make it ten then.

- [Man] Ah, there we go.

Ten bundles, Mr. Dellwo.

Very specific man.

- Anybody else?

- You have absolutely no idea

what you're talking about.

Come on.

We'll make it like the final four.

Ten bundles a square. Who's in?

I'm not going to bet on whether or not

a man's going to kill himself.

That's some creepy shit, pilot.

Besides, look at him. One week?

He's tougher than that.

[Inmate] How much tougher,

eight, ten, what?

- [Inmate] Eight.

- [Inmate #2] Anyone else?

- You're an ice-cold motherfucker, Yates.

- Hey, I'm not betting...

he's going to off himself,

I'm just playing the books.

- What about you, Cutbush?

I know you're in.

- Put me in for a week and a half.

- A week and a half?.

- Wallace?

- Go ahead.

- I have the transfer A

to the P.R.U. now.

- Copy that. P.R.U.

- [Woman] One wallet. Leather.

- Family photos?

- [Irwin] My daughter.

- Grandson.

- Would you like to keep these?

Um, that's an authorized item.

I'd appreciate that.

One set of keys. Glasses.

I'm going to need your ring.

Thank you.

Oh. Actually, you can keep that.

Academy rings are authorized.

Three stars, two sets.

Looks like that's everything.

- So, uh--

- [Knocking On Door]

- Sir? Prisoner Irwin is outside.

- Five minutes.

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