and after careful deliberation...
I find the defendants
guilty as charged.
Do you wish to waive the right
to a presentence hearing?
- No.
- Yes, Your Honor.
Taking into account the severe
and ruthless nature of this crime...
and the bleak prospects
for your rehabilitation...
I hereby sentence you
to serve 125 years...
in the custody of the commissioner
of the Department of Corrections.
Wait! No, no, no! Wait!
No. Sit, sit, sit!
We didn't do it!
- There's a misunderstanding.
- That's right.
We didn't do it.
- Our lawyer told us to come up...
- I know I didn't.
He's joking.
He means we didn't do it.
- We didn't do it.
- Have you got the right case?
This is Monroe and Donahue.
Harry Monroe.
Look under there.
Black, tall. Black man.
- How much does that mean in actual time?
- Thirty years, tops.
I'm gonna be a dead old man.
I don't wanna do 125...
I don't wanna do one.
I don't even want to do a hundred.
I can't.
I'm gonna kill this mother...
I am fighting mad
about what happened in there.
It's not the end of the world. What
do you think our next move should be?
- I'll get the appeal going.
- 125 years!
- Stop it! It's only 30 years.
- Oh, God!
Can you get your staff
to press a little harder?
Like track down those guys
who really pulled it off?
It's only a one-man show.
But I have a cousin
visiting from Massachusetts.
She's a terrific social worker,
could be helpful.
125 years! I won't be able
to have grandchildren!
Thanks.
It's chilling.
It's frighteningly real.
It's almost surrealistic. Cold...
Will you shut up, at least till we
get out of this mess you got us into.
Let's go. No slow buckin'!
- Sir, how come...
- Shut up, asshole, and move out.
This is ridiculous.
This is from the Middle Ages.
How do they expect you to move anywhere?
I'll bet you this whole thing
is illegal too.
- Excuse me, sir.
- Keep movin', turkey.
Get up!
You're gonna have to learn
the hard way, fella.
I was right. This is illegal,
and he knows it too.
Jesus! The man
ain't never gonna learn!
Maybe after they whup him
upside the head a few times.
- Just get into the flow of it.
- I'm trying.
- Don't fight.
- I'm not fighting. It's fighting me.
What you up for, sweet pants?
We're innocent, man!
I swear we are!
My name ain't no goddamn
"sweet pants-"
Holy shit!
I think I have the swing of it now.
This is much better.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
- My name is Skip Donahue.
- Jesus Ramirez.
Nice to meet you.
What brings you here?
I've been here seven years, seven years
away from my beautiful Teresa.
Today I was in court,
an appeal hearing. Lost again.
They accuse me of robbing several banks.
But no way! I was drunk and all.
I'm positive I only robbed one bank.
How about you?
My friend and I were doing
this song and dance act...
Must've been pretty bad.
Excuse me, Major. I'm not very good
at these written tests.
I think you get much more
of my original flavor in oral...
You know, I'm just about to lose
my patience with you.
I was trying to explain...
Keep writing, shit-face.
Two pears, three apples...
Listen to me.
A kid tried that once
at Camp Minnekanie in Vermont.
I hit him so hard that his braces
ripped the whole upper part of his lip.
His mother had to come get him
in the middle of the season.
- What do they put in those dollhouses?
- What do you think?
- Us?
- Yes! You got it on the first try.
- Harry?
- What?
- We're in prison.
- Welcome to the real world.
Not a minute too soon,
I might add.
Brace up. Be strong.
- 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, sir. Could I...
Wait a minute.
I'm not a troublemaker.
No more hitting.
Did you hear what I just said?
No more hitting. Turn around.
You want to stay late tonight?
I said turn around!
Let's get outta here!
Come on, Silver!
I'm freaking.
Giddyap! So long, suckers!
He thinks he's a