1:12:02
Linen run!
1:12:03
Get a move on.
I'm trying to make a living here.
1:12:08
Frank, my man. Florence Nightingale.
1:12:13
- How you feeling?
- All right.
1:12:16
- Three weeks and you're out, man.
- Feels like three years.
1:12:20
Come on, man.
Three weeks is a blink.
1:12:25
What'd they do with the kid?
1:12:30
They sent him home, man.
What'd you think? You know.
1:12:35
You know, the kid told me once...
1:12:40
..."Your body has to be in prison, but
your mind can be wherever it wants."
1:12:46
He tell you that?
1:12:51
Listen, I brought you
some toilet paper...
1:12:54
...in case, you know, you want
to write some poetry or something.
1:13:00
Hey, Colonel Klink.
Let me out of here, man.
1:13:09
Frank, man,
it wasn't your fault, okay?
1:13:12
Remember that.
1:13:21
Roberta, have Miss Lowell photographed
for an I.D. For visitation.
1:13:26
I'm reinstating
Mr. Leone's privileges.
1:13:29
Yes, sir.
1:13:31
- I want to make sure Frank's all right.
- He's fine. He's recovering.
1:13:36
In three weeks he'll be out, and you can
look forward to a happy life together.
1:13:40
- Thank you for coming.
- Thank you, warden.
1:13:49
Okay, look into the light.
1:13:59
- Hi, baby.
- Hi.