Yeah. Yeah, go ahead and just send it up.
[Door Opening, Closing]
Sir.
- Sir? - Yes.
Prisoner Yates.
[Sighs]
You want me to do this thing for you?
This 30 days... This three months, it's not gonna cut it.
I got to get out of here immediately. I got to get out of here tomorrow.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
Look, when this thing explodes, everyone's gonna know it's me who yakked.
And then my life's worth nothing.
So, either you get me out of here immediately...
or you find another guy who knows as much as I do...
and who's willing to spill it.
Good luck.
The soonest I can get you out is one week.
Sir, I'm not gonna last...
I won't last seven seconds let alone seven days.
Well, you can ride the week out in the hole.
No one will get you there.
So what does Mr. Irwin have planned for us?
He's planning to take over the prison.
Really.
Well, that information won't get you released.
That information won't even get you extra potatoes at lunch.
I know the details.
I know how he plans to neutralize your men,
how he plans to take over the tower, weapons and tools he's building.
- Do you know when? - [Cutbush] Yates, I know you're in there!
- Yates! Yates, I know you're in there! - [Guard] Cutbush!
You're a fucker, Yates! You are gonna snitch!
Cutbush, shut up! Cutbush, get down!
Shut up! Niebolt, what's he doing up here?
- He brought up the laundry, and he went ape, sir. - All right. Enough!
Place this man in the SHU. No one talks to him. No one sees him.
- Understand me? Place a guard on his cell. - Yes, sir!
- Damn rat! - What's the problem?
My mother's sick. I'm trying to get a furlough.
- Shut up! - Get him out of here!
Captain, with me.
[Exhales Sharply] Oh, Jesus, man.
Now you have no choice,
or you're going to spend the next three years in solitary confinement.
[Exhales] I need more time.
I got to go back into general.
I'll know somethin' tomorrow.
Come get me at 0500.
I need more time!
Inmates, one step to the rear. March!
[Bell Rings]
[Man Singing, Indistinct]
[Singing Continues]
- Sir? - Where's Yates' cell?
It's 340, sir.
You ready to play?
- Morning, sir. - Fall out.
Colonel?
Colonel.
Good morning.
So, what do you have for me?
- Not much. - Not much.
Then why are you here?
I thought there was something you might wanna know.
When they take over the prison, they're going to fly the flag upside down.
- Upside down? - It's the international sign of distress, sir.
Yes, I know what it means.
And where are they going to get a flag?
They already have it. Yours.
Mine.
- Peretz, who was in here yesterday? - I took it, you murdering fuck.
I thought you were smarter than that.
Yes, I know you did.
[Groans]
You gonna tell us where that flag is?
Come on. Get up, Yates. Where's the flag?
[Spits] You know, you're a real fuckin' coward, Zamorro.
And you're a big hero. Let's go. Come on.
Get your hands off me, motherfucker!
Fuckin'prick!
Shut up, Yates!
[Breathes Deeply]
- [Buzzer] - [Man On P.A.] All inmates on the rack.
This is a shakedown.
Go, go!
Come on! Fall out! Let's go!
All inmates proceed to the yard through the south ports.
[Guards Continue Yelling]
- [Buzzer] - On the double! Move it!
Come on. Go, go!
- This way, chief. - Let's go! Move it!
[Shouting Continues]
Over there, sir.
- It's crazy, huh? - Let's go! Step it up!
- Come on! Let's go! Move it, prisoners! - Really crazy.
- Go! - All right!
- [Commotion] - [Objects Shattering]
Captain Peretz, you will find my flag.
6:10.
[Commotion]
I don't wanna hear that. You have your orders.
Find the damn thing.
Sir, they found a lot of weaponry.
- But no flag. - No, sir.
But at least we have all their weapons.
There's nothing much they can do now.
How many men do we have searching the tiers?
We have close to a hundred. Pretty much everybody we could get.
It's not about the flag. He wants to be in the yard.
Get our men out of the tiers and into the yard now.
- [Blows Whistle] - Everybody into the yard!
Riot formation! Let's go! Double time!
Now!
- Peretz! Get those men into the yard, now! - Yes, sir!
- Alert the S.O.R.T. Teams. Go, go! - [Speaks, Indistinct]
Chain, chain, chain.
All right.
How's it feel, huh? How's it feel?
- [Grunts] - Bring him with us.
To the hole!
Command post up, fast!
Put me down! You know what's going to happen to you?
- Go, go, go! - Let us out!
- Hey! Hey! Beaupre, is that you? - Yeah, yeah.
- Is it happening? Fuckin' ¡®¡®A" it's happening. - Yeah.
Damn it!
They chained the doors to the tiers.
Yes. I can see that.
It's gonna take 'em a little while to get around.
When they get here, tell them to gear up, but hold them.
They'll expect us to come hard and fast, so we won't.
- [Gunshot] - Whoa! Hey!
Yates, you little prick. I bet against you and it cost me a whole stash of smokes.
Yeah? There's a lot of losers today.
- Go! - [Gunfiire]
- What's the deal? - Come on, Zamorro, you motherfucker!
Come on! Come on! You fucking believe this guy?
Okay, let's go. Here we go. Let's go. Let's go.
- Hey, get it out right now. - Later, later.
[Men Yelling]
Listen to me. The colonel said to hold them, okay?
Hold them. [Sighs]
Sir, maybe we should call C.A.C. And get General Wheeler.
And say what, Captain?
Colonel Winter has lost control of his own prison?
[Shouting]
- Keenan! Keenan, you ready to go up, man? - Yes, sir!
The trajectory is going to be there.
Where do you want me?
This is Sergeant McLaren from Fort Truman Prison.
Can I speak to General Wheeler?
Well, you're gonna have to wake the dude up, man.
This is from Colonel Winter.
We're having, like, an uprising here.
Go. Launch when ready.
Go, go, go! Come on!
Light her up. Light her up.
Fire!
[Grunting]
Sir. Colonel, he wants to talk to you.
- Who does? - Him.
Yes?
Colonel, I'm taking command of your prison.
Like hell you are.
Come on, guys! Let's go! Stop fuckin' around! We don't got much time!
- Let's go! Come on, let's go! - [Irwin] Dellwo.
- Sir? - How close to ready?
- [Gunshot] - Fuck! We're almost there, sir.
Sir, could-could you come here, please?
What-What is that? That thing right there tucked away in the alley.
I don't know.
- Release the wave. - [Men Yelling]
Come on, come on! Get it up!
Go ahead and deploy red and blue teams.
- [Men Shout, Indistinct] - Let's go!
- Let's go. Come on! Move! - [Men Yelling]
[Yelling Continues]
Defend!
Lock and load the fucking thing now!
Take it up, take it up. Light her!
Fire!
Gun! Bring me the gun! Bring me the gun!
Bring it! Bring it! Let's go! Come on!
Load her up. Load her up. Charlie, you ready?
- Set! - Clear! Fire!
Fuck me! It worked, man!
Fire!
- [Dellwo Shouting, Indistinct] - [Irwin] Mr. Dellwo.
- Sir? - Move ten feet forward.
Yes, sir. Ten feet forward!
- Zamorro, target the man loading rocks into the trebuchet. - McLaren?
Do not let him put another one in.
Dellwo, you gonna make it this time?
- You betcha, sir. - Then now is the time.
All the way, sir! Airborne! Hey, Jack!
- What? - This is the one! Get it!
Come on. No, no, no, no. This one in the middle.
- Come on, baby. - Fire!
[Inmates Cheering]
[Cheering Continues]
- [Dellwo] Fire! - Sir!
Come on! Come on! Hold it there! Let's go! Get it in there! Last one!
- Make it count! Make it... - [Men Screaming]
- Be still! - Put it out! Put it out!
- Hey, hey! It's out! - You never can tell about these flames, man.
Told you I was gonna get your ass back, motherfucker. [Chuckles]
Sir.
Watch the window.
Get that water cannon now.
- Duffy. Duffy? - Uh, just a few more minutes, sir.
Fall back! Fall back!
All personnel, fall back! Come on! Faster!
[Men Groaning]
Come on, Duffy. What are you doing? Cut it off.
- Keep it going! - [Groans]
Let's shift to the C.P.! Shift to the C.P.! Now! Go!
[Men Yelling]
[Yelling]
Duffy, what are you doing?
Ha! Yes!
[Men Coughing]
- Charge! - [Men Yelling]
Shit!
[Yelling Continues]
[Grunts]
- Whoo! - You coward motherfucker, Winter!
- [Telephone Rings] - Colonel, it's your private line.
- Get it. - U.S.M.C.F. Colonel Winter's office.
Uh, yes, sir. Yes, sir. Please hold.
It's General Wheeler.
We're on our way, Colonel. There in 20 minutes.
I don't understand, sir.
You have a prison uprising. You sent for help.
No, no. I nev...
We have the situation under control, sir.
- We're just... mopping up now. - [Wheeler] Good.
Glad to hear it. We'll see you in 20 then.
Very good, sir.
I want this over. Now. Get them airborne.
[Engines Whirring]
[Helicopter Whirring]
Okay.
Aah!
- Load the water cannon. - Go, go! Come on, man!
All right, give me the grapple!
- Hurry up! Hook it on! - [Speaks, Indistinct]
Where's the fuckin' water?
Now.
We're hooked!
[Men Shouting]
- Sir, I think that's Yates. - Yes, I know.
- Hold on! - [Cheering]
Where is he?
- [Gunshot] - [Grunts]
Hey! What are you doing? Hey!
Get this guy out! Clear out. I'm going up.
Zamorro, take him out. Stop him! Stop him!
To hell with this rubber-bullet shit.
- [Instrument Panel Beeping] - Come on! Come on!
[Screaming]
[Clicks Radio On And Off]
- Come on. - [Groans]
Oh, no.
I never wrecked one before.
Don't talk. Go. Move. Go!
Get out! Go!
You okay, Yates?
Let's go.
- Ready? - Yeah.
[Dellwo] Fall in! Let's go, men!
In formation, now! On the double!
Let's go, soldiers! Now!
Let's go!
Dress right! Dress!
Ready... front!
Cover!
The men are assembled, sir.
[Buzzer]
First and second squad, move out.
Third and fourth squad, move out.
I have authorized the use of lethal ammunition at this facility.
Any prisoner who refuses to obey my commands will be shot.
All prisoners down on the ground, now!
I will give that command one more time.
Then I will fire into them.
Surely, you don't want that on your conscience, do you, Prisoner Irwin?
All prisoners down on the ground, now!
[Irwin] Wait.
We don't have to do this. We'll fight on.
No. It ends here.
Men, get down!
You, too, Yates.
That's an order.
Now, give me my flag.
It's not your flag.
What are you doing, Mr. Irwin?
You have lost.
I will not let you do this. You will not raise that flag upside down!
Get down on the ground or you will be fired upon.
This is my command! You will not raise that flag upside down!
Designated marksman, open fire.
Selected marksman, open fire.
Open fire on that man! That's an order!
What are they... What are they doing?
What are you doing? Do it now! Open fire!
Do not let him desecrate that flag! Open fiire on that man!
What are they doing?
- McLaren, Niebolt, with me! - Niebolt, stay where you are.
Don't you defy me. Don't you see what he's doing? He's undermining my command!
Don't you see? Don't you see what he's doing?
Don't you see what he's doing?
Step away from the flag! Step away from the flag!
[Gunshots]
[Peretz] Colonel! Colonel, put the gun down, sir.
- [Peretz] Please. Please, Colonel, put the gun down. - [Gasps]
Colonel.
Sir, it's over now.
Just give it to me.
- [Breathing Heavily] - [Peretz] Prisoners stay down.
- Hey, Doc! - [Man] Go now!
McLaren, get 'em back in the tiers.
[McLaren]
[Man] Let's go! Hands behind your head!
All right! On your feet!
- [Men Shouting] - [Grunting]
[Man] Let's go, people. Hands behind your head.
[McLaren] Prisoners will return to the cell block.
[Speaks, Indistinct]
- Come on, Doc. - He's bleeding.
- We got an ambulance on the way. - Get him to the hospital.
[Yates] A great general once said,
¡®You tell your men, ¡®You're soldiers.
¡®Nobody takes our flag. '
where everyone can see it.
Now you've got yourself a castle."
[Steel-String Guitar]
[Man] Where the years have gone I have years to go
Workin'for the man to pay the debt I owe
Well, the time may pass but the truth will stand
When the good Lord shakes this calloused hand
You can call my name It's time to go
But I'll never be free till it's chiseled in stone
Ain't no man gonna carry my load
I gotta be a man and do it on my own
Devil's in my path and the hound's on my heel
Have to walk in my shoes ust to know how I feel
The devil's callin'my name He's the one who knows
That I'll never be free till it's chiseled in stone
Chiseled in stone
Well, I keep on goin' though there's no way out
Every stone in my path is a brick in my house
A man's life is built all along the way
By the things that he's done and the choices he's made
Someday they'll call my name I'll have a place of my own
But I'll never be free till it's chiseled in stone
On the fiinal day when the whistle blows
I can rest my body I can rest my soul
I built my castle in the promised land
It's made of rocks and stone and like the shifting sands
When they mention my name after I'm long gone
Well, they'll know I'm free 'cause it's chiseled in stone
Chiseled in stone