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Neil Armstrong: Earth, the Eagle has landed.
All (chanting): Krishna! Krishna!
(crowd shouting)
My thanks to all of you,
and now it's on to Chicago, and let's win this.
Thanks very much.
(cheering)
(gunshot)
(screaming)
Martin Luther King Jr.: ...we will be able to speed up that day
when all of God's children, black men and white men,
will be able to join hands
and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual...
(gunshot echoes)
"..."Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty we are free at last."
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
Malcolm X: ...that the Negro will be serving notice
that no longer does he believe in turning the other cheek
and being the constant victim of someone else's brutality.
We believe that peace is at hand.
(bomb whistling) We believe
that an agreement
is within sight.
♪ ♪
(all chanting) Now! Bring them home!
Bring our brothers home!
Now! Bring them home...
(indistinct shouting)
(rapid gunfire)
(angry shouting)
Man: I heard you were back, Michael.
Michael: Yes, sir, Mr. McKearney, I am.
About the same length? (laughs)
Take a little more off.
A buzz? A brush?
A number one?
How close is the number one?
Oh, about there.
Tell you what, how about just above the collar,
and let me see my ears?
What are you doing with yourself now?
Well, in about an hour, I'm starting work at the factory.
Going into the family business.
Yes, sir, I guess I am.
♪ ♪
(vehicle approaching)
Guard: Name, please.
Yeah, Smith. I'm starting work today.
First door to your left. Thank you.
♪ ♪
Hup! Hup!
Hup, two, three, four!
Detail, halt!
Right, face!
About...
face!
Jackson. Come on, let's go!
Get off the bus! Off, come on! Come on.
Go right. Follow him.
Come on, come on.
(officer shouting drill commands)
Well, well.
(guard laughs)
(shower running)
(sighs)
Guard: Step forward.
Raise your arms.
Hands toward me.
Raise your palms.
Back at your sides.
Open your mouth.
Lift up your tongue.
Bring your head forward.
Turn your heads to the left.
My left!
Other side.
Tip your head forward.
Shake out your hair.
Wise guy.
Lift up your balls.
Turn around. Face the wall.
Lift up your right leg.
Wiggle your toes.
Lift up your left leg.
Wiggle your toes.
Bend over.
Bend over further.
Spread your cheeks.
(cough)
Command attitude.
(grunts)
(baton clatters)
Ooh, go get 'em, tiger.
(both chuckle)
I've used mine twice in five years.
About the same number of times I've used this.
(both laughing)
Hey.
Ken Fergus. Mike Smith.
Nice to meet you.
Heard you just signed your life away, Mikey.
Hey, Uncle Ed.
I volunteered this shift to show you around.
Well, thanks.
Who the hell did that to you?
That ain't a haircut, that's assault with a deadly weapon.
Come on, let's go.
Remember, we're all doing time here, Tiger.
The only difference is,
we're doing ours on the installment plan.
Guard: Come on, come on, come on. Pick it up. Let's go.
Hold it up.
On the gate.
I hear you're gonna be a father.
Been talking to my pop, huh?
Responsibility, Mikey.
(deep sigh) That's what it's all about, responsibility.
Yeah.
Yes, sir, Lieutenant.
Ten minutes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
(clears throat) Got some film for me?
Play your cards right, I can get a picture of you in that little blue number, right?
(laughs)
Here you go.
Bishop.
Toes on the line.
(camera shutter clicks)
So, is this some kind of a vacation thing for you
until something you really want to do comes along?
No, Uncle Ed, this is it.
I really want this to work.
I've been waiting to hear you say that for a long time.
One thing, though.
In here, not so much of that Uncle Ed stuff, okay?
Yeah, okay.
(door unlocks)
This is Times Square, where everything comes together.
A Block, B Block, C Block, D Block.
Administration, exercise yard,
armory, hospital,
morgue.
(chatter over P.A. system)
(bell rings)
Guard: For all of yous who just arrived,
here's a few rules of conduct
that might make your stay here
a little more pleasant,
and ours as well.
For instance,
this...
is not state-issued,
nor this,
nor this.
The laundry
will only launder
state-issued underwear.
Copy that?
We wash one shirt
and one pair of pants
per man, per week.
Plus, one set
of regulation underwear.
I repeat,
we do not launder
personal underwear
or socks.
Why?
Who said that?
Well, well...
Look who's here.
Some people like us so much
they just keep coming back.
What is your question?
What if the socks are state-issued?
No socks
in any circumstances!
You wanna wash your socks,
buy yourself a plastic bucket
from the commissary!
Why we got to do that?
Why?
Because that's how it is.
That's how we do it here.
Why is that how you do it?
Because that's how we've always done it!
Because
those are the regulations.
And we aren't about to change them
for you!
Is that clear?
Is that crystal clear?
All right, back in line.
Back in line!
There is a door
at the end of that corridor
and it leads to an elevator
and the elevator leads to the isolator units,
where we put people
who keep asking, "Why?"
And you don't wanna go through that door,
I promise you,
because the isolator unit
is about the most unpleasant place to be
in the United States
of America.
Understand?
Dig it?
Comprende? Savvy?
Capiche?
You've all been assigned cell numbers.
Any questions,
ask Mr. Motormouth.
He knows the routine.
Yo! Yates!
Move 'em out!
And keep a special eye
on Mr. Motormouth!
(guard bangs on rail) About face! Count off!
One. Two.
Three...
The correctional service is going to hell, Mikey,
and that's a fact.
Time was, they knew their place,
and we got on with our job.
But now...
they're watching all that sex
and free love and violence out there,
and they want some, too.
(scoffs)
There's a very bad element
getting into prison these days.
...ready for showers, Levi? Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Weisbad, this is Hal Smith's son.
Michael, right?
Yes, sir.
Welcome aboard, Mike.
How's your dad liking retirement? Fishing good?
Ah, there's not much fishing.
The bar keeps him pretty busy.
You're gonna have to be a pretty big man
to walk in Hal's sneakers.
I'll do my best.
Okay, Mike.
Here's your first assignment.
Every resident here is required
to take one shower per week.
These are yours.
Go shower them.
Now?
Right now. Why not?
Uh, well, I-I just got here.
I haven't gone through the training program. Mike.
This is the training program.
(indistinct chatter)
What are you gonna do when you get out?
All right, men,
forward march.
Uh, let's go.
Come on, move it out. Let's go.
Come on!
(snapping)
Come on, everybody. Let's move it out, now.
Come on!
Problem?
Yeah, they won't move.
Oh, you gotta use your stick.
'Cause there's no verbal communication between officers and inmates.
Those are Attica rules.
One for go, two for stop.
I'm Willis.
You're the new guy, Smith, right? Yeah.
Yeah, you'll get the hang of this shit soon enough.
If you're warm-blooded and you can sign your name and you can add,
this is an easy eight,
and there's always overtime.
It hardly takes a rocket scientist to do this job.
What would you and me be doing here, huh?
Yeah. (chuckles)
Better get after your crew, Smith.
They're probably at the main gate by now.
Thanks.
Hey! Hold it up!
Come on, stop!
Come on!
(panting): Good.
All right.
Any of you guys know how to get back to your cell block?
♪ ♪
Hey, barkeep.
Gimme a drink.
You got I.D.?
Yeah,
that's me right there.
How about a whiskey, and a beer,
and a dirty glass.
Oh, tough guy, huh?
Well, how about I do a tap dance on your head with that bat over there?
Show him what you got.
Hey, no problem.
Punks.
Hey, Pop.
Hi, son.
So, how'd it go?
First day, you know?
Yeah.
Woman: Hal? Yeah?
Be right back.
I wanna hear all about it.
Man, you look beat.
Ah, I tell ya, it ain't like anything I thought it would be.
Your old man had 25 years in that place.
He never talked about it when he came home.
So, what's the deal in there?
Can we talk about something else?
Sure.
Jess, look,
it's an easy eight, and you don't have to be a rocket scientist,
and you'll probably get used to it...
in about 150 years.
(laughs)
So, um, you wanna tell me about it?
I'll call you later, Mike, all right? Okay.
Thanks, Hal.
Ah, Pop, I gotta be getting back.
It's, uh, quite a place,
the "factory," you know?
Yeah, it sure is.
Thanks for the drinks.
♪ ♪
(dog barking)
Oh, my God.
He's got ears.
You never told me.
You're gorgeous.
Mmm.
How long are we gonna be able to keep doing this, huh?
Months and months.
Oh, you feel good.
So...
Day one?
Day one, I just about organized
the biggest prison break
in the history of the New York penal system.
Ah, marching these 30 guys out of the shower...
You know, what I need is just about the longest shower
I ever took.
(acoustic guitar music playing)
Mm. Thanks.
You tell me about your day, I'll tell you about mine.
You don't want to know about it.
Oh, really? Is that why I'm asking?
Well, it's a big, noisy place,
and there's lots of bad guys who don't want to be in there, and that's about it.
Kodak is still taking people on.
Sharon, we've been through that.
You wanna be a prison guard the rest of your life?
Corrections officer.
Honey,
is that what you want to do with the rest of your life?
Nothing much else worked out, did it?
Yo, Captain.
Got a little problem here, sir.
(whispers) You're not supposed to talk to me, I'm not supposed to talk to you.
You know that. Yeah, but I got this situation, sir.
You got a problem, you take it up on Lieutentant's rounds.
Hey, my toilet bowl's clogged up, sir.
I'm in here 23-hours-a-day.
I gotta do something about this.
Oh. Yeah, okay.
I didn't hear you.
I missed my shower.
No, you say you wish to report
a hygiene-deficiency situation.
I wish to report a--
I can't hear you.
I wish to report a hygiene-deficiency situation.
Occasioned by. By the fact I was in the goddamn metal shop--
You gotta say, "occasioned by."
I wish to report a hygiene-deficiency situation
occasioned by the fact-- What is it?
Got a problem on 31, his toilet's backing up.
I walk this tier, son, there's nothing wrong here.
Nobody's got a legitimate bitch unless I say so.
(inmate reading aloud) Uh, it smells pretty bad.
What we have here is an inmate trying to jerk a new officer around,
that's all.
(baton clanks) Yo, 31!
Waste any more of my officer's time,
you ass is gonna get clamped, big time!
(inmates shouting)
They do it on purpose. They stuff their shirts in the can.
(inmate shouting)
Michael: Why would he do that?
Because they're them and we're us.
Because their job is to piss us around,
and our job is not to let them do that.
Don't be getting into a debating club
with the inmates, son.
Sarge, it's backing up all over his floor, sir.
You don't wanna be worrying about him.
You know what he's in here for, don't you?
No. I don't wanna know. (shouting angrily)
I just wanna do my job.
I can't see how knowing what he's in here for
is gonna make a difference.
♪ ♪
Man (over P.A. system): C Wing, report to shower, walk by company.
The following inmates, report to your tier captain for work assignments:
Gutierrez, Nelson, Martinez...
(bell rings)
(P.A. chatter continues)
Weisbad: Smith!
Smith?
You fill out this job slip for a blocked drain on C Block?
Yes, sir.
Officer Yates says he told you no action need be taken.
Mr. Ramirez's toilet was backing up all over--
Mr. Ramirez?
You got a little bleeding-heart thing going on here, Smith?
No, sir, just trying to do my job.
You haven't been here long enough, son,
to know what your job is yet.
I am negatively impressed by this attitude.
Do you like this attitude?
This is not a good attitude.
You telling us how to walk a tier?
No, sir. Good.
Now let's go see if your heart's in the right place
and how heavy your balls hang.
Weisbad: Left, left,
left, two, three, four.
Bishop!
On the floor!
(sighs)
Crack 24.
(lock clanks)
You got some out-of-cell time, Mohammad.
Smith, cuff him.
Belt.
(Michael clears throat)
Weisbad: Handcuffs.
Ankles.
Chain.
(chain rattles)
Meet Billy Bishop from New York City.
Jamaal X, political prisoner of the white devils.
Freedom fighter, member of the black resistance,
the liberation.
The only thing you ever liberated, Bishop, was your own mother's fanny
when you put her on the street to pay for your habit.
Yeah, come on, come on. Don't be a pantywaist.
Try it, huh?
Come on.
(exhales deeply)
Here we go again,
another petition.
Request denied.
The rules on what the prison laundry
will accept and what they won't are quite clear.
How about our other demands?
Demands?
I need to know your response
to the Attica Liberation Movement's
demands for better treatment.
You do not make demands.
And you do not circulate petitions inside this facility.
And from now on,
you will not hold meetings in the yard.
And you will not wear a uniform.
Gray pants and white shirts are prison-issue.
Superintendent: Not how you militants and troublemakers wear them.
We press our pants and change our shirts when we can.
Now, you people are turning into a problem again, my friend.
Well, how are you gonna deal with the problem, Mr. Superintendent?
Keep us on the move inside the system?
Should you continue with your subversive
and disruptive activities,
you will be subject to immediate transfer to another prison.
The effect will not be unlike that of having your nuts
caught in a revolving door.
We demand better food.
We demand better medical facilities.
We demand an end to censorship
of inmate-attorney correspondence.
We demand the right to worship how we please.
We demand a rehab system that works.
We demand Spanish-speaking officers
for our Latino brothers.
"Latino brothers."
My staff spends half their time
keeping you and the Puerto Ricans from killing each other.
(laughs)
Our solidarity scares you chain-'em-to-the-floor motherfuckers,
don't it?
You like us at each other's throats,
makes us easier to control.
Is that it for today?
You got anything else, anything new?
You running out of time, Mr. Superintendent.
This is Attica.
We're not gonna blink.
(scoffs)
Ten... hut!
(chattering)
Hup! Hup! Hup!
Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!
Slow down! Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!
(panting)
Smith?
(chains rattle)
Smith?
Now tell him to drop 'em.
Go on.
Drop 'em.
Now tell him to spread them.
Tell him to spread 'em real wide.
So wide we can see the sun coming up.
Do you have a problem with this, Officer Smith?
Are your panties too tight?
Spead 'em.
Tell him wider.
Wider!
And again.
Wider!
You got a girlfriend, man?
You got a family?
You tell 'em you look up people's asses all day?
Turn around!
Sergeant Yates tells me you got a problem
knowing what these men are in here for.
Maybe that's because as long as you can tell yourself
they're just men and not inmates,
you can also kid yourself into believing
you're not a guard.
I said turn around!
(prisoners shouting)
You're wearing the blue now, son,
and that makes you one of us,
and there is no way around that.
(shouting continues)
(screaming)
(grunting)
Mace him!
In his eyes! In his eyes!
(screaming)
Again! Again!
(screaming)
Okay, okay, get him out of here!
Get him out of here!
(panting)
You did good, son.
Lose one cell and we lose a tier.
Lose the tiers,
and we've lost the yards.
Lose the yards,
we've lost the prisons.
Lose them,
and we've lost America.
Understand?
We've got a civil war going on in this country, son.
This is where we're gonna hold the line.
Got it now?
(harmonizing) ♪ I'm in love with you... ♪
(laughing)
♪ Let me hear you whisper ♪
♪ That you love me, too ♪
♪ Keep the love light burning ♪
♪ In your eyes so blue ♪
♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪
♪ I'm in love ♪
♪ With you ♪
(laughs) Yes.
(laughing)
(indistinct)
(all cheering)
He ain't bad, huh?
Pretty good, Mike, huh?
(laughs) He's got a pretty good voice.
So how-- how's he doing?
Well, I don't think Sinatra's worried,
but we can always use another baritone.
No, I don't mean that. I mean, how's he doing on the job?
He's got shoulders, he's got...
balls,
and he's learning the right attitude.
He's gonna be great.
He lost his cherry.
(laughs)
Here, give me another one, Ed.
(laughing)
Hey, barkeep.
Line me up. I'm ready to go.
Michael?
Michael, Michael, Michael. Come here.
Now, you've been hitting it pretty hard.
Don't you think you ought to ease up just a little bit?
No, Pop. This job, you work up a thirst.
You should know.
All right, I'm want to tell you one thing.
I'm gonna ask you in a nice way. Don't embarrass me
or Sharon in here, all right?
Mm.
(Sharon sighs)
Oh, honey, how you doing?
You having a good time? How's the little guy doing?
Cut it out, Michael.
What does that mean, you lost your cherry?
It means there was some trouble on one of the tiers today and I got involved.
Got involved how?
I maced a PR.
He was struggling, and I was there and I did it,
and it's what I get paid for, so.
You maced a "PR"?
A Puerto Rican.
Look, you don't have to know about this--
Michael, I don't know about what you do
and that's not good enough for me.
That is not me, I didn't grow up here.
I didn't grow up expecting to be
the wife of a prison guard.
That's too bad, isn't it?
You know something, it is too bad.
Sharon!
Hey, Sharon!
Hey! Where are you going?
Home. Hey...
This is upstate New York.
We hunt, we fish, we drink, and we lock people up for the rest of the state.
That's what we do. You're changing.
They're doing something to you.
I'm not changing. This isn't another job.
I put my life in those guys' hands every day.
And you don't talk about it, not to your wives, especially not to your wives.
I don't want to bring this home--
They are taking you away from me and I want you back.
Don't you give up on this marriage.
I'm not giving up on this marriage. I am making money!
I am working for you and for him!
If you weren't having this baby, we wouldn't be having this discussion.
But that's not the way it is, is it?
I just don't want to talk about it now, Sharon.
(men harmonizing)
Don't--
♪ ...and I love you... ♪
(laughing, singing)
(knocking)
Lookit here.
Contraband.
I got a bad gut.
I can't eat that shit in the chow hall.
You have an illegal device there.
Now, why does the commissary sell cans of soup,
if you can't heat the shit up?
I guess that's one of the mysteries
of the penal system, my friend.
You gonna walk to the hole
or are we gonna have to carry you?
Fuck you!
(groaning)
I'll brand your ass, motherfucker!
So hot! I want hot soup!
Hot soup! Hot soup!
You got it, motherfucker?
Hot soup!
My fucking stomach is telling me,
hot soup! Hot soup!
Yeah, bring your fucking ass over here!
(shouting continues) Open my motherfucking cell!
Leave my man alone!
(inmates clamoring)
Come over here, huh? Huh! Bring your ass here!
Watch your asses in here today, gentlemen.
Some clown tried to brain Officer Yates
with a can of soup.
When we tried to grab the perp in the yard,
we damn near had a riot on our hands.
Ed Smith is gonna lift him on his way out of chow hall
with a snatch team.
First sign of any trouble, we'll go to general lockdown.
So stay cocked, locked,
and ready to rock.
Question, Lieutenant.
What kind of soup?
Tomato, condensed.
Is that important, Fergus?
Details.
I like details.
Right.
So, what do we do if there's any trouble?
The procedure is cover your balls and run for the walls.
That's it?
Don't you get it yet?
We don't run this joint, they do.
We feed 'em, water 'em, make sure the roof don't leak.
Any time they want to take this place over...
I reckon we got 30 seconds to hit the street.
You told Willis what's going down?
No, no. Hell no.
I thought you did.
Jesus, the Attica Follies.
Let's go. Willis doesn't have a clue what's going on.
♪ ♪
(bell rings)
-They here. -Shit!
(telephone ringing)
It's him.
(ringing continues)
Cecil: Say, Willis. Open the fucking gate.
What's happening, White Monkeyman?
Miss my shower, I'll be mad as ten motherfuckers!
Guard: Move to the right. Come on!
Chaka: Oh, shit.
(bones crack)
You motherfucker! I said no! No!
No, no, no!
Y'all stop this! No, no!
(angry shouting)
Shit.
(alarm blaring)
(grunts)
(clamoring)
Take this motherfucker!
Hot soup, motherfucker!
Hot soup!
(screams)
(alarm blaring)
LRack him! Rack him!
Rack him!
Yeah!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Prisoner: Come on, kick his ass, baby!
Yeah, man, get the keys! Get the keys!
We got 40,000 Zulus coming down the corridor! They're coming right for you!
Bring them pigs! Bring them pigs!
Bring 'em all! (clamoring)
(machinery whirring loudly)
(loud whirring continues)
(alarm muffled by machinery)
(shouting)
(pounding on door)
(telephone ringing)
Sir, we have an inmate control problem here.
Officers are down.
Request permission to issue firearms.
Affirmative.
Is this it, William? The big one?
Negative. We have it contained.
Armorer! Weisbad.
(clamoring)
We're taking over!
Kill the fucking pig!
(indistinct shouting)
(chanting)
Move! Move! Move!
Move! Move!
Get me the fuck out of here! Fuck you!
(all shouting)
Go! Go!
Go, Go!
Aah!
Get the fucking keys!
Keys!
Come on! Come on!
(inmates coughing)
(loud whirring)
Get that motherfucker!
Get him! Get him!
Come on in and get him! Get him!
Cecil, get me the fucking pig!
Get him! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
Let me out right now!
Time to get even!
Come on, what's going on?
Yeah!
You free today, baby!
I got the keys!
Today, we're taking over, baby!
Oh!
We even gonna free white boys today!
(howls) Yeah, baby!
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
Ahora!
Guard (over P.A.): This is a red alert! This is not a drill!
I repeat, this is not a drill!
(siren blaring)
We going in! Let's go!
Get out of here! Come on, baby!
Get out your cell!
Get out your d-- Get out your damn cells!
(muttering)
Must be Scorpio.
Back it up!
(shouting)
(grunting)
Hey, asshole!
Damn!
Get back! Get back! Hold your ground!
Get somebody out there! Secure the yard!
Aah!
(angry shouting)
(water whooshes)
(punches landing)
(alarm blaring)
Come on men, we're getting out!
Come on!
Yes!
Don't move, punk. Don't move.
You wired me to death!
Now, stand up there. Stand up! Be a man!
You wired me, you squealing motherfucker.
(groaning)
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Uh-huh! Yes!
Yes!
Fall!
Get the fuck down!
Let it burn!
(alarm blaring)
Hold on, man. Turn that shit off.
Turn that fucking machine off!
What's going on?
What the fuck is this? Hey, look out the window.
They got guns!
Oh, damn!
Riot!
It's going down.
Mr. Smith, what the fuck is going on?
Fuck, man!
(clamoring)
Metal worker: Let 'em in! Let 'em in!
Come on, open up! Get the keys, man!
Don't do it, man. School's out.
Give me the keys. Give me the fucking keys!
Get the keys! Open the door!
(grunts)
(punches landing)
I'll get him! Leave him to me!
I've got him! I've got him!
Go on! Go on! I got him!
Stay down! Just stay down!
Keep your head down!
Come out of the cell, puto maricón!
(sighs)
I'm finishing a chart, hm?
Oh, yeah? Well, I'm gonna finish your ass
if you don't come out of that cell, Chichis!
(glass shatters)
My books!
Shit!
Greasy spic!
(explosion)
♪ ♪
Get out! Get out!
Guard: Everybody out!
Open it! Open it!
Open the door, Mr. Yates!
Mr. Yates!
(Fergus screaming)
Do it, do it!
Fuck 'em up! Do it, do it!
(angry shouting)
I want you guys to keep your heads!
We gotta organize. You get everybody out of here,
get 'em in the yard, meet me at the door
in one minute! Be back here!
(coughing)
(coughs)
(shouting)
(gasps)
Woman: How close are they?
Are they in the metal shop?
Neil's in there!
We've got to go, sir.
We've got to go now.
They've taken D Block. I don't know if we can hold the rest.
(shouting)
Fuck 'em up! Fuck 'em up!
Jamaal: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Get off! Get off!
Yo, look, we gotta stop this shit!
What the fuck is your problem?
We need these pigs.
Not me.
What else we got to negotiate with?
Are the walls secure?
Is this thing contained yet?
It's being contained, sir.
We've stopped them at the gate.
Sound the powerhouse whistle.
(whistle bellowing)
(bellowing continuing)
(whistle bellowing)
(bellowing continuing)
We got it.
We got the prison.
(shouting, cheering)
We lost it.
We lost Attica.
Damn, man, I only had two more weeks, man.
What was I supposed to do?
Some greedy motherfuckers.
Stop eating!
Get the shit over there to the kitchen.
We got to share!
(inmates cheering)
(machine whirring)
C, you gotta get the gas from the fire. Bring it over there.
(whistling, cheering)
♪ ♪
Inmate: Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
As-salaamu alaikum, my brother.
Waalaikumsalam.
Brother, I think you need to get over here. This guy's bad off.
Take a look at Officer Willis.
He got piped real bad.
They busted him up really good.
Yeah!
♪ ♪
Let's go, we gotta talk to the Man.
(groaning)
Superintendent: We want our men out!
Come and get 'em!
Give us one!
Just one!
We'll give you food, water,
medical supplies.
We'll give you one.
That's all you get.
(electricity crackles)
They ain't coming in.
The Man just blinked.
Hey.
You know where you are, man?
Huh?
You're in Athens.
Athens, Greece.
3,000 years ago.
The birthplace of democracy.
Every few years, all rays converge,
and the planet gets another chance.
I used to think it was Woodstock.
It's here, man.
It's Attica.
Is that so?
You-- you ever heard of Spartacus?
Huh?
This is it.
This is one of the great slave revolts.
Nothing's gonna be the same after this.
(moans)
Do you want me to stitch that up?
It's okay.
You sure?
(scoffs)
Oh...
Ed: They took the yard.
The son-of-a-bitches took the yard.
Are you okay, Ed?
I'm a hurting unit, Mikey. That's a fact.
You the ones wearing prison blues now,
you understand?
Now we the Man.
You keep your mouth talking,
and you leave here like him.
Let's go, make a move. Get him out, let's go.
Let's go.
Look at his head.
Cover his face.
Is he dead?
You shut your mouth!
Or I'll hang you upside down,
and I'll cut your throat and empty you out
like a hog.
Ed...
what happened to your pants?
Shut up, Michael.
We don't get a vote?
We don't get a say-so?
(sighs) You want him to die in here?
Let me see the hand of every man wants him to die in here.
(police sirens blaring)
Captain: A Company! Double time! Move!
(speaking foreign language)
(man shouting orders)
On the double! Let's go!
Platoons to west wall! Double time, move!
E Company, lock and load!
(chatter over P.A. System)
Jess. Jess!
Hold it, lady.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
I-I checked all the hospitals, he's not there.
Nobody in the Corrections Department will tell me anything. He's still in there!
Yeah, not for long. Are you going in?
Yeah, any minute now. We're just waiting on the word.
Report just in:
a group of armed, Black Power revolutionaries just grabbed a bus in New York.
They're headed this way.
In a bus? I want you to go find them.
Wait a sec-- They shoot their way in and join those rioters,
we got a revolution on our hands.
Listen, Sarge, my best buddy's in there.
Get moving! That's an order!
Yes, sir. There's another poor son of a bitch
they just tossed head-first through a window.
Sharon! Wait a minute, lady!
Please, get back!
We have to keep this area clear...
It's my husband!
I'm so sorry. Oh, my God!
We gotta clear, here. We gotta get him in the ambulance.
Mrs. Willis: Look at his head!
Somebody help him!
(reporters clamoring)
Quiet down!
Governor Rockefeller--
Governor Rockefeller is in minute-by-minute contact
with the authorities on the ground.
(reporters shouting) Just quiet down!
He wants this situation resolved,
so that we can continue with the work we've begun
in reforming the prison system.
Now the-- the greatest tragedy would be
that if this incident
pushed back the clock
on our joint effort to do that.
Take it back! That's all for now!
We have a very serious situation here
that requires our immediate attention.
Just make a path.
All right, we're ready to go in, Commissioner.
Now, the perimeter is secured.
We know where most of the hostages are.
Listen...
I'm relieving you of operational command, Superintendent.
Stand your men down.
Stand them down? Yes.
The procedure is to go in, hard and fast,
take out their ringleaders, evacuate our personnel.
We're not doing this your way.
Look, my way is the book way,
and the book says we do it this way
or we put every officer in every prison in danger.
The governor has agreed to let me try another way.
Now, his instinct is to go in now,
but I convinced him that we could do this without bloodshed,
without further harm to your men.
Your way doesn't work, does it?
If it did, we wouldn't be here, would we?
(inmates chanting) Attica, Attica! All or nothing!
(cheering, whistling)
Yeah!
Brothers!
Any man...
Any man here who has something to say,
you're gonna get your chance to say it.
(cheering)
We've got people here
who are gonna listen to you.
And they are gonna take your demands
all the way up the line!
Yes!
Sit down!
Get down. Sit down!
Sit!
Now, you the niggers now!
You white boys are gonna find out what is feels like
to have the complexion for the connection.
Only this time, the shit be flying in the right direction.
I'd smoke your ass right now.
But while we're negotiating--
Sit down!
(groans)
I need your ass.
Bullshit!
The Department doesn't negotiate,
that's policy.
This man is Mr. William Kunstler.
He's our man!
(cheering)
Well, it looks like to me,
they're negotiating.
Here's a list of our demands.
Provide adequate food, water, and shelter
for all inmates.
Chow time! Here you go.
Chow time, baby.
Oh! Chow time.
Now, tell me, anybody need a shower?
Raise your hand if you need a shower.
(chuckles)
Too bad, this is Attica. You got to wait a week.
(laughing)
You ain't got no pants, sissy sort.
You gonna get your little pink willie frostbit.
You want some pants?
Screw you.
Well...
well, what we have here,
we got some pants!
Why, they just your size,
big and dumb.
What you say?
Yeah, sure.
Gimme the pants.
Yeah, well, this being Attica, it ain't so simple, see?
See, when you put in a request,
you got to do it by Attica rules.
You got to say something like, "Negatively impacted--"
Just give me the pants.
Uhn-uh!
You'll say,
"Negatively impacted as I am,
through a shortfall of covering to my little pink willie--"
I ain't saying that!
"I humbly and respectfully
"request a pair of pants,
Mr. Cecil, sir!"
(snorts)
I humbly-- I can't hear you.
I humbly--
I said, I can't hear you!
I humbly and respectfully...
request a pair of pants,
Mr. Cecil, sir.
(laughs)
Now, what about your little pink willie?
(inmates laughing)
I do not want my pink willie frostbitten.
I don't blame you.
It ain't much, but it's yours, right?
(laughing)
Put the pants on.
Hey, we just having some fun, Chaka.
They getting ready to have some fun, too.
Kunstler: You are not alone.
The world...
is watching.
(cheering)
We have assurances
from Governor Rockefeller...
that there will be no force used
to retake the prison
while negotiations continue.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah right.
Pa'lante! Power to the people!
(cheering)
"Pa'lante."
Whatever that shit means.
Kunstler: ...not a prison riot, this is a shout of protest,
a cry...
against the prisoners of justice!
All right, I want you to report
exactly what you see in here, all right?
(Kunstler continues over P.A.) It is not just you who are in jail,
but the entire society is imprisoned...
This what the well-dressed hostages wearing this year?
You want some shoes, man?
I don't want 'em, no.
Michael.
You some kind of hippie pig?
It's all right to ask for shoes, man.
You're the new guy, right?
It's okay to ask for shoes. Tell him, it's okay.
Ask for the shoes, Mike.
Do it, Michael.
I'm not asking for shoes.
Stop the camera.
Turn it off.
Look...
you gonna be here until we get what we want.
You got an attitude problem?
I don't have an attitude.
Correction,
you do have an attitude.
What you don't have is something on your feet.
You got one last chance
to ask for shoes.
I'm not asking.
Then you ain't getting 'em.
Y'all come with me. I got something to show you over here.
You should have taken the shoes, Michael.
And why didn't you?
Look,
they're just fooling with us, see?
I mean, you gotta-- you gotta put yourself in their situation.
No.
It's not right.
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
Hey, any news?
No bus load of armed revolutionaries I could find, sir.
Okay, I got something else for you, something important.
Thank you, Governor.
Superindendent: How long we expected to keep on talking?
We'll stay here as long as it takes.
They have no heating in their cells.
The parole rate is half that of any other institution in the state,
and why...
why aren't they allowed to have
more than one roll of toilet paper every eight weeks?
Why only one shower a week?
No wonder you had an uprising here.
This is a prison riot.
It's not an uprising
or a revolution or a negotiation.
A riot is all those armed men outside the walls,
waiting for revenge.
Nobody is going to take revenge.
There are going to be no reprisals.
Why aren't Spanish-speaking inmates
allowed to send or receive mail?
They're allowed as much mail as anybody else.
My problem is I don't have any Spanish-speaking officer to censor it.
So, they can write letters, they just can't mail them?
And-- and-- and their relatives
can send them as much mail as they like,
it's just that you don't deliver them?
Has anything changed in the prison system? Is anything going to change?
Write this down.
Five bear claws...
three cinnamon twists...
six hot dogs, with everything...
Superintendent: I'm asking you to think again, Commissioner.
You did it your way, now do it the book way.
One way or another, we're gonna have to go in there.
We're gonna have to go over the wall.
The longer we delay, the more dangerous it's going to be.
They got barricades, gas bombs.
They got a guy building a-a-a rocket launcher or something.
I'm going to negotiate this
all the way.
It's my officers' lives
you're negotiating, goddamn it!
Shit house call!
Shit house call.
Jojo, get them up.
Come on! Get up!
Jojo!
Get back, get back! Let's go!
Come on, let's go! Let's go!
Line 'em up!
Lay off him! Lay off him!
No, no, no, no, no, you don't want him.
Lay off of him, I mean that.
You don't want none of him.
(chatter)
Look, they got the Lieutenant.
Look what we found, thanks to the geniuses on your side.
Pigs gave us a list of all the piglets unaccounted for.
His name's on the list.
We went looking. Found his dumb ass
hiding under a bench in the metal shop.
Have any of you men been injured?
They've all been treated fairly, just as you'll be.
Nobody's been chained,
and nobody's been made to spread 'em.
Come on, you're next.
No.
Come on, man, take a dump.
That's okay.
Take a leak. Nah, I ain't going. Not here.
You're gonna tear your insides all up.
What's the problem here?
This man don't like the facilities.
Look, you guys better straighten him out or we will.
Okay, what's gotten into you now?
You try to act like a hero, you make us look bad.
I'm not trying to be a hero, Ed.
Lieutenant, will you tell him he's gotta use the can sometime?
He's making 'em mad.
You heard your uncle, get on the pot.
That's an order.
All right, you had your chance. Let's go.
Let's go! Everybody, move it out! Let's go!
Let's go! Get 'em out of here!
Prisoner: Line 'em up! Let's get this crowd back here.
Come on, come on, come on, get out of here!
Get out of here! Move it!
Ah!
Why aren't you wearing shoes?
Is it because they took the pants? Is that what's going on?
It's just me!
Where are his shoes?
Move it! Sit down! Sit down!
I gave my life to this department.
I trusted those son of a bitches.
They always told me, if anything happens,
we go in, we don't talk,
and we don't make deals!
Well, they betrayed us, damn it!
The lousy, rotten, son of a bitch and bastards!
Shitcan that kind of talk!
They're giving the orders now,
but we have a code of honor here!
Get some shoes on your feet!
I don't have shoes because I won't beg for them.
Take some pride in yourself, son!
For morale purposes, how you look is very--
How I look?
What are we, a bunch of civilians? I gave you an order.
Get some shoes on your feet! I don't want shoes!
I gave you an order!
Michael,
why don't you just think about
what your dad would be doing if he were here.
He'd be thinking for himself, that's what he'd be doing.
Michael...
If I have to suck the cock
of every man on this yard to get out of here,
I'll do it.
And I won't give a thought about it when I get out.
Nobody's gonna have to suck anybody's cock!
What happened to self-respect here?
Pride in yourself? Pride in your unit?
Nothing we do here says anything one way or the other about us.
Ha!
What the hell is he talking about?
It's not about proving things.
Then what is it about?
God damn you!
(sobbing)
Fucker!
Let him go! Let him go! He's one of us!
Let him go!
(grunts)
Get up!
(hysterical groaning)
Hey, that's the third time he tried that on somebody,
this dude is out of control.
I'll deal with it.
You can't have him in the yard, man.
Shut up!
You can't have him in general population.
I said I'd take care of it.
Let him go.
(moaning)
Shh!
(moans)
Weisbad: You think he's got an angle? What's going on?
An angle?
Make them so pissed off with him, they'll let him go.
(chuckles)
Knew a guy in 'Nam once,
tied his pecker to a doorknob,
sprained it so bad, he was on the next plane home.
(laughing)
If I don't get out of here because somebody wants to be a hero...
I'm gonna be one son of a bitch hard-to-please corpse, I'll tell you.
Either he pulls with us,
or we cut him loose.
You know,
maybe that rookie took a bigger bang upside his head.
Yeah, something wrong with him, that's for sure.
I say we take care of him.
You know, quiet.
Take him back to one of the cell blocks.
Jamaal: Look, he ain't that big a problem.
Hey, man, say he get in a brother's face
and a brother cut him, then all this shit'll go down.
They just waiting for something like that.
Then nobody gets out of here.
Shit, C,
you ain't figured this shit out yet?
Nobody gets out of here.
It can't be.
It never could be.
Let me talk to him.
What's your name, man?
What?
What's your name?
Michael Smith.
Look, Smith,
used to be a sissy on D Block,
liked to take it in the mouth and the ass at the same time.
Is that your problem, hm?
You want us on your case and your buddies, too?
You looking to piss everybody off?
I'm not trying to piss anybody off.
What you need to be trying to do is go along, you understand?
You're Bishop, right?
Mm-mm. No. That ain't my name.
Yeah, you're sure a good example of going along.
You trying to get killed, man?
Is that what you looking to do?
I want out of here.
Now, you can kill me, you can take my life,
but when you've done that to me, that's all you can do.
I got nothing left to lose.
So why don't you leave me alone
unless you're gonna tell me I'm getting out of here,
'cause I got nothing more to say to you.
(chatter over TV)
Hey, Hal.
How's it going, Sharon?
I've had better days, that's for sure.
How's that baby?
Handling it better than any of us.
(laughs)
So, have you heard anything?
Anybody said anything about when you're going in?
They're still talking as far as I know.
Ah, I think it's gonna be okay.
They've got a contingency plan for these kind of things.
He's gonna be all right.
Oh, that's nice to know.
Was there a contingency plan for losing the prison in two minutes flat?
Now, what's that supposed to mean?
You know exactly what that means.
Now, you listen to me.
Maybe we've got a generational difference here,
but I tend not to believe that every man in prison
is a miscarriage of justice,
and the guys keeping him in there are the bad guys.
You know something, Hal, I don't know about the good guys and the bad guys,
I just know I have a husband in there.
Well, your husband in my son,
and I got a brother in there.
I know. I'm sorry.
It's all right.
You heard about what's going on in there?
Heard a lot of bullshit talked, I know that much.
This isn't bullshit, my friend.
Do you know something? Don't listen to him.
What do you know? Maybe I do and maybe I don't.
What I say is they got no business negotiating.
We ought to be going back in there with a bullet for everybody in the yard.
Oh, is that right?
We do it now or we do it later.
Later ain't gonna be no use! Am I right, Hal?
No, wait-- wait-- wait a minute, Frank.
We got a lot of angry guys in there,
Black Muslims, Panthers, Young Lords,
besides your average antisocial--
So we gotta go in, right? Clean their clocks!
Know what, Yates,
if Mikey and those guys don't get out of there in one piece,
it's gonna be because of loud mouths like you.
You got a bad conscience because you didn't go in straight away!
You got a bad conscience because you don't know how to run your prison!
Both of you, sit down!
Sit down, Frank, or you're both out of here.
This is my bar.
We got war going on here already.
Yates: He's out of line!
You tell him. Come on, help me here.
You're both out of line, Frank.
Just settle down, all right?
I guarantee you one thing,
I'm gonna be there the minute we take the prison back.
They've had their say, now I'm gonna have mine.
Whatever they've done to Michael and our boys,
they've got a payback coming, am I right?
Would you shut up!
Maybe they haven't done anything yet!
Hal: Frank, they don't have any proof!
Ah, for Christ's sake!
They got photos of some of the fucking hostages
strung up, with their fucking cocks cut off,
and stuffed in their fucking mouths!
They've been killing one of 'em every couple of hours!
You asshole!
You wanna step outside and call me a fucking asshole?
Jess! Jess!
Oswald's going into the yard!
Jess, let's go!
(water dripping)
(electricity crackles)
♪ ♪
Inmate: There he is!
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
Oswald: We agreed on 28 of your demands.
Everything from a ban on censorship of mail,
to Spanish-language television programs.
But we can't go forward on anything else,
until we get something back.
We get some of those men out of here.
Jamaal: What about a guarantee against reprisals?
You've got a court order
barring the prison administration
from taking any such action.
Bullshit, a court order.
It ain't nothing but a piece of paper.
Now, how's that gonna stop one of Mancusi's gorillas
from putting his gas-gun up my ass?
Now, what the fuck about amnesty?
(clamoring)
Offenses connected with the takeover
will have to be investigated.
Jamaal: So, no amnesty?
I can't guarantee it.
What about the governor? Can't he guarantee it?
He has the power, yes.
But is he gonna use it?
Oh, man, they've been jiving us all along.
They've just been waiting for us to crack,
then they gonna walk in here and start breaking heads.
We gotta string a few of those up!
We gotta show 'em we mean business!
We want a plane to take us to Africa,
and we want it now!
Africa? Hell, man, I'm from Washington Heights.
I'd fight any man who'd try to put me on a plane to Africa.
You know who scares me the most, Mr. Oswald?
It's not these guys.
I can live with them, I got no problem here.
It's those gorillas up there!
(all shouting)
Oswald: I've bent,
and I've bent, and I've bent.
I can't bend any more.
It's in your hands now.
Give me one hostage,
just one.
Hey, listen up,
and let a real man speak.
Here.
I'm 55 years old.
I got one son in here,
two more in federal prisons.
I've had nine grandchildren,
three shot by police.
Come on, teach on, teach on. Put it up there.
The freedom bell rang four days ago.
But I've bent my back over this broom for so long,
until I didn't know no better than to keep ahold of it.
Cecil: Mm! Teach on that broom!
Teach on that broom! Come on!
If they won't let you live like men,
you can sure as hell die like men.
(cheering)
When you gonna do something about the lies, Mr. Commissioner?
I mean, we didn't push no Willis
out a 6th-floor window, did we?
All: No!
We didn't burn no hostages with a blow torch, did we?
All: No!
Well then, why you let them say that, huh?
Can't you pick up a phone and tell them the truth?
Amnesty! Amnesty!
(chanting continues)
They need the lies!
They want the people...
to think...
we're animals!
Inmate: Truth, Chaka!
That way,
they can come in here
and do anything they wanna do to us.
Well, I say,
they're still shucking and jiving!
Yeah!
I say, we gotta hit 'em
with a two-by-four and make 'em get serious!
Now, if they ain't prepared to bargain
for the little piggies,
maybe they're prepared to bargain
for the big pig hisself.
I say,
we grab the big pig.
Hold on!
We gave our word!
We granted him safe passage.
You didn't give no word for me!
Now, did he give his word for you?
Inmates: No!
For you?
(chanting) Attica! All or nothing!
Attica! Attica! All or nothing!
Come on. We gotta get you out of here.
Get him out of here, let's go! Let's go!
(angry shouting)
Attica! Attica! All or nothing!
(chanting continues)
See what happens when you start calling 'em "mister"?
(distant chanting)
You gotta get the smoke-bringer here.
You gotta get Governor Rockefeller hisself up here
or we're all dead men.
(distant chanting) Attica! Attica! All or nothing!
(gate clinks open)
(gate clinks closed)
I just came back from Rochester General.
Officer Willis died of head injuries an hour ago.
(distant chanting) Attica! Attica! All or nothing!
(thunder rumbles)
Oswald: One of my men just died, Governor,
and I'm under a lot of pressure to go in now.
But I really think another day, a couple of days,
could make the difference.
It's starting to rain now, and I--
Yes-- yes, sir.
Yes, I understand that, sir.
I understand you're under a lot of pressure, too.
And I realize you can't offer amnesty, but I'm not asking for that.
No, sir.
No, I-- Yes--
Sir, I think you have to come up here in person.
No, no, no. Not to negotiate.
I'm not sure-- I'm not sure there's anything left to negotiate on.
But if the governor came, in person,
and showed his concern,
I'm sure--
I understand the perception problem, sir.
But I'm concerned for-- for the hostages.
Yes, and I have nothing else
to offer the men that are holding them,
except your personal involvement.
Yes--
Yes, sir, I-I have everything I need to--
to retake the facility if I should decide to,
but I think we--
Well--
(thunder rumbles)
Yes.
Yes, I understand.
Very good.
The governor is about to announce
a commission of inquiry into the riot
and the events leading up to it.
He has every confidence
we will both be vindicated.
♪ ♪
I'm going to see Willis's wife.
I'm sorry.
You didn't know him.
He coached my kid's Little League team.
His daughter babysat for us.
I just need another day.
You don't have it.
What do you think is gonna happen when word gets out
that every man in the yard is now facing murder one?
You ran out of road, commissioner.
I was right to wait.
I was right to negotiate.
Tell that to Willis's wife and kids.
♪ ♪
(thunder rumbles)
You sure about this?
Everybody goes down on murder one?
Under New York State law,
every man in this yard
is culpable for every felony committed in it,
including homicide.
They gonna put 2,000 guys on trial?
You wanna take a chance they won't?
It's going down, isn't it, Lieutenant?
(scoffs)
They got nothing to lose now.
When I was in Vietnam,
I used to get a pain in my left nut
just before we took incoming fire.
I got it again.
Smith?
I'm still gonna have to write you up when we get out of this,
you know that.
You realize that.
Conduct prejudicial to good order,
endangering your fellow officers,
tearing down the morale of your colleagues! Do what you have to do!
Somebody make a note of this!
This is just the kind of attitude I'm talking about!
Insubordination by an officer!
Hey, get off his case!
What are you trying to do?
Trying to hold it together, knucklehead!
We're gonna die. We're a unit!
You know, you're right.
I don't have what it takes.
I wasn't a guard long enough to know how to be a prisoner.
What does that mean?
It means you were so good at giving orders,
you knew how to take them.
Me too, Michael?
Couldn't be any other way, Ken.
(laughing)
Screw you, asshole.
I don't know who the hell you are, Michael.
I watched you grow up,
and I don't know who you are!
And I don't know what you're doing.
Weisbad: He's pissing in the tent.
That's what he's doing now.
Pissing in the tent, huh?
Look at him!
Is the governor coming?
(shouting) I need to know
the governor's on his way.
Is he coming?
(thunder rumbles)
(electricity crackles)
♪ ♪
This one.
Yeah.
You got that wheatie-toast, corn-fed, prom night,
white-picket-fence look about you,
and you also got a big mouth.
Blindfold him.
Ed: Where you taking him?
He's just a recruit, a-a-a rookie.
You take anybody, you take me.
Oh, I'm gonna take you.
You can bet your sweet ass I'm gonna take you.
I'm gonna take all of you.
But first...
gotta deal with this one.
Get him out of here.
(whimpers)
You-- you don't understand, I-I'm responsible for him.
You leave him here!
Stay here, Smith!
That's an order!
I'm-- I'm senior in command here.
You take me first, you sons of bitches!
This is not right, this is not correct, I know.
I know!
Get back here, Smith!
I'm gonna kick your ass so far out of the Department of Corrections,
you won't fucking work from here to San Quentin!
♪ ♪
Um...
if you're gonna do something to me,
I want a chance to write to my dad,
and to my wife, and say a goodbye.
We ain't gonna kill you.
Not yet, anyhow.
We gonna put you on TV.
Now, maybe you got nothing to say to me,
but you gonna tell Governor Rockefeller we mean business.
We want amnesty.
We want a plane waiting
to take every man who wants to go to Africa.
You tell Governor Rockefeller
he got to come up here in person.
Make sure his goons don't take no reprisals
on any man who wants to stay.
You--
you're putting me on TV?
We gotta put a face on it, man.
They got to know who's gonna be paying
if the governor don't come through.
We signed petitions and they didn't listen.
We played it their way and they didn't listen.
We told them this was coming down.
You understand me?
We told them this was coming down,
and they didn't listen.
And you wanna know something--
They still ain't listening.
Got somebody here who wants to speak.
Come on over here.
My name is Michael Smith.
Um...
I got a message for Governor Rockefeller.
They want a plane to take them to Africa.
And they want that the governor comes here in person,
uh, to guarantee that there's no reprisals
on the men who stay behind.
Um...
and they'll start killing us
if they don't get the answer that they want.
How about these stories about atrocities?
They keep telling people guards are being tortured.
Uh... no.
Uh, there's been nothing like that.
Jamaal: Have any of the guards been mistreated here?
Have you been mistreated?
Well, we've been kept in the yard here for four days.
We didn't want to be here.
Have you been mistreated?
No.
They-- they gave us food and water and protection.
Reporter: What's the mood among the hostages?
Have they lost hope? No.
We're just taking each hour as it comes.
We're still expecting to get out of this thing.
All right, that's it. Let's go.
You have a message for anyone, Michael?
A personal message?
(mouthing)
I-I don't know if my wife is watching this,
but, um, I want her to know that I'm thinking about her,
and the baby she's gonna have.
And...
if this doesn't, um, if this doesn't go
the way we want it to go,
then I want-- I want her to know
that I would like to have spent more time with her,
and I would like to have seen my son.
All right, show's over, come on.
It ain't right keeping us here.
I mean, there's a lot of things wrong here,
and they need fixing, but this isn't the way to do it.
I mean, you know, getting a knife stuck at your throat,
and having to go to the john in front of everybody,
that's a human rights thing, too.
But I understand, you see, a man doesn't stop being a man
because he's in here,
and why shouldn't he have more than one shower a week,
and get to have some contact with the guards?
And he shouldn't have to be in a cell with a clogged up toilet.
And, God, I hope this is over soon
because we can't take much more,
and they can't, and if you come in here with guns,
there's gonna be a lot of folks ain't gonna be going home.
(chatter)
Why you say that, huh?
You trying to get some special favors, huh?
What do you mean? I talked-- I said what you told me to say.
Amnesty, Rockefeller-- No, no, no, that other shit!
They asked me and I told 'em.
You believe that?
Why would I lie?
(scoffs)
You know something? You're crazy!
And they're crazy.
You want amnesty for Willis,
but you know they're not gonna put 2,000 of you up on trial!
You drop that demand, we can walk out of here!
Weisbad...
is over there trying to figure out
how to put me up on a charge.
But you know something, maybe I'm craziest of all.
Because I came to work here for the overtime!
And I shut my eyes to what goes on in here,
and I started doing to my wife,
exactly what I saw my dad doing to my mother.
But...
maybe I'm craziest of all,
because I'm trying to talk a crazy man out of his craziness.
You know what that makes me, don't you? You don't call me crazy.
We could walk out of here right now if you drop that demand,
but you'd rather die than do that.
That sounds pretty crazy to me!
We want respect. We want dignity.
You are gonna get blown away!
You understand? You see the people up there?
I grew up here. I understand these people.
I know my people.
What do you know about us?
You see, I can't talk to you.
I can't make you understand.
You are one stubborn son of a bitch!
We got to play this to the bust, man.
My kid got more sense than you
and he ain't even been born yet.
Come here.
I got something I want to show you.
Go on.
Wait. Just wait.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
We were gonna do it different.
We were gonna show...
how it could be.
Then we got nowhere talking,
and started breaking up.
Somebody takes his payback on a snitch.
Then somebody else.
This fool here...
well, he just wanted to cut somebody
and we couldn't make him see reason.
It wasn't meant to be like this.
This was Attica.
It was something else.
(sighs)
You better get on back.
♪ ♪
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(machinery whirring)
Woman: Where the hell you been?
(indistinct shouting)
Woman: Bring our guys home!
(metal clanking)
Okay, this is what we have, folks!
Let's go! This is for real!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
I told you I'd be coming back for you now, didn't I?
Him!
Must be my winning personality.
Yeah!
♪ ♪
Reporter: Mr. Oswald, has there been any progress?
Reporter 2: Mr. Oswald, what about the atrocities?
Reporter 3: Where's Governor Rockefeller, Mr. Commissioner?
Reporter 4: Are you going in now, Mr. Oswald?
Officer: Just step back, huh?
(continues, indistinct)
Mr. Oswald?
Sir, I've got a son and a brother in there.
Now, you've been saying you're gonna do something,
so, goddamn it, just do it!
Whatever it takes, just do it! Excuse me, sir!
It's out of my hands. Move on, sir!
Man: My relative's in there!
Woman: Mr. Oswald!
Move, move, move! Double-time!
Keep going!
(chatter)
What are those?
Body bags.
Wheatie Toast...
Corn-Fed...
White-Picket-Fence.
♪ Boola, boola Boola, boola... ♪
I put up with them burning their bras,
playing that crazy music,
with their long hair and flared trousers,
and going on the pill so they could do it whenever they want,
and even if they wanna do it in the street.
And this one talking about his rights, and that one talking about his,
and nobody caring about mine.
I've been waiting for this day, this is Get-Right Day!
This is where it stops. It stops right here.
Our guys are in there.
Then they just gotta take their chances, don't they?
♪ ♪
How's it going, Prom Night?
Why don't you just do what you gotta do and cut the bullshit.
Gimmie!
I'll take care of him.
No, I got him.
No, I got him. He's mine.
(slaps)
I'll do it quick and clean.
Promise?
Promise.
Don't want to be flopping around
like a fish out on the sidewalk.
Don't worry. I'll do you right.
♪ ♪
(gun cocks)
(electricity crackles)
(whirring stops)
They cut the power.
Look...
if you make it out of here and I don't,
tell my family I cared.
They gotta know I cared and I was thinking about 'em.
Okay.
Would you do the same for me? Would you tell my wife?
Yeah.
Promise.
Woman: There he is!
Man: Look up there!
He's here.
(prisoners cheering)
We did it!
We did it! They listened!
He came!
Man: Yeah, man! We did it! We won!
Big Daddy's in the sky!
(cheering)
Yeah!
Man: Way to stick together, fellas!
God bless you, Rocky!
Man (over bullhorn): Throw down your weapons!
You will not be mistreated.
You have nothing to fear.
Inmate: Viva Rockefeller!
Look out! Gas! Gas!
Gas!
(explosions)
Stupid pricks! It's too damp for gas!
(angry shouting)
It's beautiful. It's just so beautiful.
They're dropping gas!
Get out of the way! Move! Move!
(furniture clattering)
(gun cocks)
(gunfire)
(woman screaming)
Woman: Oh, my God!
Who gave the order to fire?
Dig in, men! Dig in!
This is really great!
Jamaal: Oh, fuck!
Stay down, Michael. Fuck you,
you motherfuckers!
(gunfire) Ah!
(breathing heavily through gas mask)
Ah!
I'm on of yous, you dumb fucks!
Ah!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
You let me fight, you cocksuckers!
Just like Viet--
(gunfire) Ah!
Oh... oh, God.
(explosion)
(gunfire)
Fuck this! Come all the way, damn it!
(screams)
Ah! Ah!
(breathing heavily through gas mask)
Ah!
No!
(gunfire)
(breathing heavily through gas mask)
(coughing)
(man screams)
(groaning)
(breathing heavily through gas mask)
(breathing quickens)
Ah! Ah!
(screams)
Mike! Tell him, Michael.
Corpsman!
(gun cocks)
Crawl!
Crawl like a worm, I said!
S-Smith...
I'm a guard.
This the son of a bitch who did it to you?
Tell him what I did, Michael! Tell him what I did for you!
He saved my life. How many throats did he cut?
He saved my life.
That's my buddy, mister!
Him, too?
I'll be back.
Drop that shell and I'll blow you away.
Hang in there, Mikey, hang in there.
Get him on here, guys, get him on here.
Easy, easy.
Smith, don't forget what you said.
Jess: I didn't mean it, Mikey. I didn't see you.
Hang in there, Mikey, hang in there!
We're gonna get ya. Fucking lousy gun.
Hang in there, Mikey! We're gonna make it!
(sirens blaring)
Move back! Please get behind the line!
This is the police line. Please move back.
(reporting speaking indistinctly)
Michael: Baby, baby...
Priest: Through this holy anointed...
Come on, get the hell out of here.
Ed didn't m-make it.
Don't-- don't try to talk, son.
Couldn't do...
Stop it!
You are not--
You are not leaving here without my husband!
Someone, help!
Get down here and help me!
Get him! Let's go!
Jess...
Hey, look at me. Listen to me.
Nobody's ever gonna ask you about what happened in there.
All right? Not me-- Look at me!
Not Sharon, not me, and not Michael.
Do you understand?
This whole thing was a mess. Everybody fucked up, from the top down.
I don't want to ever hear anything more about it, all right?
Okay, Hal.
Sharon: Hal! Hal!
Let's go, Hal!
♪ ♪