:54:02
per trusty per day.
:54:04
Does that tell you anything?
:54:06
Willets?
:54:08
Are you alive, Willets?
:54:10
No, sir.
:54:12
The roof just fell in.
:54:14
People are starving.
:54:16
Where's all the food
going around here?
:54:19
Purcell.
:54:21
Sir?
:54:22
Regulation outfits from now on...
:54:25
or prison-issue pants,
boots, and shirts.
:54:28
We don't have any boots.
:54:30
Well, order them.
:54:32
That's Willets' area...
acquisition.
:54:34
No, you order them.
:54:36
I need about 700 pairs...
:54:38
and no more shaved heads!
:54:41
Yeah. But sizes!
:54:43
You know that.
:54:44
Yes. I'll be ready.
:54:46
God damn, look at you...
new blood.
:54:50
That's what this place needs.
:54:53
You're Brubaker, right?
:54:55
Right.
:54:56
You don't look like no warden.
:55:00
Chocolate prune cake in there.
:55:03
My missus baked it up
special for you.
:55:06
I hate prunes.
They cloud my mind.
:55:10
Did I say my name?
:55:12
No. But I know you.
:55:16
C.P. Woodward.
Call me Woody.
:55:18
Can I help you?
:55:20
Roof.
:55:21
What?
:55:23
I came about the roof.
:55:26
Purcell said you'd declared...
:55:28
a state of emergency or something.
:55:32
I thought you just sell lumber.
:55:37
I sell it, I grow it.
:55:40
I got wood in my veins.
:55:43
Just give me yourJohn Hancock.
:55:45
We'll fix things up tight.
:55:48
No. Hold it, now.
:55:50
Shouldn't you see
the roof first?
:55:53
Whatever we find, we'll fix.
:55:55
You get one pinprick hole
in that tarpaper from the factory...