sentence.
We have a prisoner.
We do our job...
whether we like it or not.
Puts us on our toes,
though, doesnt it?
[Man On P.A.] Escort detail
report to Gate prisoner.
Escort detail meet
the prisoner on Gate "A."
[Gate Buzzes]
[Inmate]
I give him a week.
- Till what?
- Till he? scrags? himself.
The court martial didnt
put him over the edge,
- I guarantee you the shithouse will.
- A week?
- Six bun
wrong kind of buns.
-Maybe we could borrow hers.
What I would give
to have back my youth.
Well, Willis,
you never had that in your youth.
You can go play.
Father, you made it.
If I dont get to see you fellas
here, I dont get to see you at all.
You want a beer?
No. Im gonna go see if
you mom needs any help, okay?
All right, good luck.
Excuse me.
Can I help you with anything here?
-You can hand me
wrong.
Purslane, honey, we are here to stay.
This is our home.
Its no big deal...
Lorraine thinking Id share this shithole
with two alcoholic strangers.
You are alcoholics, arent you?
But we are not strangers.
We were her friends.
We took care of her.
And this shithole is just fine for us.
Its not suited for a girl like you.
Im getting up out of bed now.
You can watch if you want.
It dont matter
wrong of you to reveal it.
Next youll reveal his problem.
- What do you wanna know?
- Im never telling you anything.
- Hey, Doc. Hows it going?
- Fine, Elizabeth. You?
Mumford, how long
have you been in this town?
- I dont know.
- Four months, two and a half weeks.
Youve got more patients
than the other two shrinks.
- I dont think even you could know that.
- Look at that guy.
You know who that is
wrong.
Prisoner down!
Up there!
Hold your fire! Cease fire!
Woo, Scott, follow me!
Razor wire should have kept anyone out,
let alone moving fast.
Theres no blood.
Holy shit! Hes doing !
Adam in pursuit of suspect
headed west, Third and Olympic.
Request assistance
from David air unit. Over.
Roger that.
Air en route to Third and Olympic.
Hes going to the hole.
We have to get there,
override him bef
wrong.
You heard right.
Revised Laws and Statutes
of the State of Texas.
Whats that doing here?
For the whores to piss on.
Give him a drink of cactus whiskey.
You a bank robber?
You get much out of that Magdalena one?
No.
Enough?
Thats right, enough.
Buy me a drink, bank robber?
Listen, when Roy Bean drinks,
everybody drinks.
Give me the money.
Let me get some of that.
l want some of that money!
sentence.
Meehan showed no emotion
as he was led away.
The former star will serve his sentence
at Longmarsh High Security Prison...
...famous for its rehabilitation programme,
reformed characters,
and modern conditions.
Open!
Thats it. Get out!
Come on!
- Get away from the van.
- All right.
Shut it! This is a category B nick,
not Butlins. Do you understand?
Youre nothing in here.
Do you hear me?
sentence here thats a fragment. What is it?
Every...
Every Tuesday after Yearbook here?
Now how would you fix that?
I guess you could say, Mr. Truitt blanks it hard...
here every Tuesday after Yearbook?
Or just Tuesdays after Yearbook.
You dont need the every, right?
Yeah, I guess so. Can I go?
Probably not a good idea to use your real name.
Phone call for Mr. Truitt. Telephone call for Mr. Truit
sentenced to crucifixion.
How could this scoundrel be my double?
(laughs)
I only stole a few coins. A petty thief.
But youve killed hundreds
and robbed whole domains.
Who is wicked?
You or I?
I was going to be crucified.
My life could have ended this day.
I am immune to threats. Boil me! Broil me!
Very well.
Say whatever you want.
If you will not say it, I will.
I am wicked, as you believe.
I am
a low hum, and throwing light on THX 1138, a man about thirty-five years old. He has a closely shaved head: which makes him appear bald. The image is distorted as seen over a TV monitor.
MALE VOICE
Whats wrong?
THX takes a bottle of blue pills out of the cabinet and talks directly into the camera.
THX
Nothing... nothing really. I just feel kind of lousy. I need something stronger.
MALE VOICE