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Instead of trying to make
the orifice fit the lens...
...I made the lens fit the orifice.
What do you think?
Did he make it or didn't he?
I'd say his chances are very poor,
wouldn't you?
Jesus! Is that all you've got to say?
What do you expect me to say?
That man risked his life to save mine.
For me that's a new experience.
These may work better than I had hoped.
I told you, you couldn't miss it.
The only trouble is, you're a week early.
It's up to you.
You're worth just as much dead
as you are alive.
The rule here is total silence.
We make no pretense
of rehabilitation here.
We're not priests, we're processors.
A meatpacker processes live animals
into edible ones.
We process dangerous men
into harmless ones.
This we accomplish by breaking you.
Breaking you physically, spiritually,
and here.
Strange things happen to the head here.
Put all hope out of your mind...
...and masturbate as little as possible.
It drains the strength.
That's all, take him away.
One, two......three, four, five.
One, two, three, four, five.
Oh, Jesus!
No. You'll eat everything they give you.
I'm going to be fine.
I'm going to be fine.
I'm going to be fine.
One, two, three, four, five.
I'm Jo-Jo.
Papillon.
How do I look?
I feel pretty good...
...but I need somebody
to tell me how I look.
Fine. You look fine.
"Chew the coconut well...
"...then swallow the pulp.
"One each day, for strength.
"My thoughts are with you.
"Squinter."
Dega. I'll be a son of a bitch! Dega.
I'm still here, you bastards!
Prisoner, show yourself.
You've been receiving coconuts.
Unless you tell us who sent them,
your rations will be cut in half.
Well, how can I tell you...
...who sent me stuff I didn't get?
What stuff?
Well, I don't know.
You...
...you said coconut.
I want that name and I want it now.
Put him on half rations
and screen his cell for six months.
Darkness does wonders for a bad memory.
You know the charge.
I'm innocent.
I didn't kill that pimp.
You couldn't get anything on me
and you framed me.
That is quite true.
But your real crime has nothing to do
with a pimp's death.
Well then?
What is it?
Yours is the most terrible crime
a human being can commit.
I accuse you...
...of a wasted life.
Guilty.
The penalty for that is death.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
They know.
How did you hear?
Trusty works on the launch
between here and Saint Joseph.
That's all that he said?
Then it's only a matter of time.
You think so?
He's on half rations now.
He can't exist on that.
Forced to choose between starvation
and telling, what would you do?
We're not talking about me.
What would you do?
I'd tell. I'd have to.
You get weak, you get delirious,
you lose control...
...and you talk.
Then you won't blame him, huh?
Blame is for God and small children.
Look at me! I eat bugs!
I don't...I don't have enough sense
to get out of the rain.
Prisoner, show yourself.
Give me the name
and you're back on full rations.
Just one name.
Well, I don't get that hungry.
You'll starve. You should see yourself.
I was born skinny.
Then you'll die.
One, two....
I'm Papillon.
Francisco.
How do I look?
Do I look okay?
You look swell.
That's 30 days more...
...pimp killer!
I want to see the warden.
I want to talk to him.
I have something I want to tell him.
Who gave you the food?
I....
Jesus, Warden...
...I had it.
I had the name, honest to God....
I must be light--
I must be lightheaded or...
...something because...
...I'm trying.
I'm trying.
I can...I can't remember.
Honest to God, I can't.
I can't, I can't remember.
It's not there, Mr. Prosecutor.
I don't know, it's not, it's not there.
No.
It's gone.
He's dying.
You're dead.
Your term is completed.
One, two, three, four...
...five...
...six.
Oh, you son of a bitch.
Welcome to the Penal Colony...
...of French Guiana...
...whose prisoners you are...
...and from which there is no escape.
First attempts at escape...
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