was right. This is illegal and he knows it. Jesus! The man ain't never gonna learn. Maybe after they hit him a few times. Just get into the flow of it. Don't fight the metal. I'm not. It's fighting me. -What you up for, Sweetpants? -We're innocent. I swear we are. My name ain't no goddamn "Sweetpants." Holy shit! -I have the swing of it now. Thanks. -Sure. -I'm Skip Donahue. -Jesus Ramirez. Nice to meet you. Why are you here? I've been here seven years, away from my beautiful Teresa. I was in court on an appeal hearing. Lost again. They accused me of robbing several banks. I was drunk, but I'm positive I only robbed one bank. You? My friend and I were doing a song and dance act. Must have been pretty bad. Excuse me. I'm not very good at these written tests. I think you'll get much more of my original flavour in an oral exam-- You know, I'm just about to lose my patience with you. -I was trying to explain-- -Keep writing, shitface! Two pears, three apples.... Listen. A kid tried that on me once at Camp Minikani in Vermont. I hit him so hard his braces ripped his whole upper lip. His mother had to come get him in the middle of the season. -What do they put in the dollhouses? -Guess. -Us? -Yes. You got it on the first try. -Harry. -What? -We're in prison. -Welcome to the real world! And not a minute too soon, I might add. Now, brace up. Be strong. -Harry. -What? I don't think I'm going to make it. Hang on, man. Don't mess up. Just think about our appeal. Skip, please. Excuse me. Could I please--? Wait a minute, I'm not a troublemaker. Skip. Skip! Okay, no more hitting. Did you hear what I said? No more hitting. Turn around. Wanna stay late tonight? Turn around. Let's get out of here! Come on, Silver! Harry, I'm freaking. Giddyap! So long, suckers! Hey, Harry, he thinks he's a horse. Help me! Harry! Don't hit him! Please, he's sick. He's having a fit. He don't have his fit pills. -He's got them, honest. Vietnam.... -Harry, help me, Harry! -Skip! -Help! Oh, shit, Skip. It's okay. It's okay. You did it. You did it. -He's okay now. -I'm okay now. It's out of my system. -You okay? -Yep. -He's okay. -I'm 100 percent. Please, just this once. I mean, it's okay. Pretend it's okay. Okay. -He's okay, see? -Yeah, we're okay. -Okay? -Yeah. For God's sake! You're gonna get us in trouble. -Harry, it's all right. -I can't take it! Mama! -Come here. -Mama! Take your pill. Three seconds, it's over. One thousand one. One thousand two. One thousand three. Finished! Finished! What did I tell you? Okay, let's go. Back in line. Here we go. Thanks very much. -Okay! Here we go. What's next? -This way. I'd like spareribs, French fries... ...and a big old juicy cheeseburger on the side with a chocolate malt! Thanks. I can get you things, like a cheeseburger. I don't want you to get me no cheeseburger. -I'll wash your socks. -Don't wash my socks. You leave my socks alone, man. Stay out of my face. These are delicious. Aren't you amazed at the quality of these vegetables? ln a prison? I'm amazed at what's crawling in our soup. -What are you talking about? -Little creatures. -Where? -There. What's his story? Why does he get a separate table? That's Grossberger. The biggest killer in the history of the Southwest. He killed his whole family and all his relatives in one weekend. Then he killed some people who reminded him of them. -He here for rehabilitation? -He threw the chaplain through a wall... ...burned down the factory. But he hasn't killed anyone here. I wouldn't sit with him, and I killed my stepdaddy. I wonder what triggered all that violence. He seems so gentle. I see what it is. Nobody has ever just sat down and honestly talked with that man. -Poor kid. -The man's not ready for an interview. Hello. I'll wait till after he's had a little nap. Do you mind? Why did you kill your stepfather ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст КОАПП на английском - текст Формула любви на английском - текст Великий Зигфилд на английском - текст Бременские музыканты на английском - текст Автора! Автора! на английском |