Alright, pube lice!
Lights out 11:00, morning bell 5:00,
I like my cells clean as a plate.
Remember that and you'll live a long and prosperous life.
Now... total silence!
Step away from the grille.
Best bloody kip in years.
I could get used to this.
Alright, guys, move along. Move along.
好了 伙计们 往前走
Alright, quieten down. Let's keep it down, guys.
安静点 小声点 伙计们
We are segregated, my friend.
They wear blue shirts for a reason.
Unless you want to sit next to a murderer.
No. This is... this is good.
Alright, quiet down
Can I join you, gentlemen?
- Can I...? - Please.
We've heard about you two.
- We've heard about you. - Yeah. It's... it's an honour.
-我们听说过你 -是啊 我很荣幸
Eight for me. 12 for him.
Ja, but we don't plan on staying that long.
Hold on to that anger.
It reminds you there's another world outside all this.
Nobody said stop. Move!
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Ladies, we're going to call this one Potluck.
One for each slop, my friend.
Come on. Get it over there.
Something's weighing you down, I think.
You can tell by the way you run you've got at least
a bottle of beer and some glasses up there.
Cigar tubes. 360 rand.
Let me give you the guided tour.
In case you're wondering, it's 20 foot high.
The barbed wire's flailed so it traps right under your skin.
Searchlights. On from sundown to sunrise.
Covers every inch of the yard.
Boers with guns from lockup till dawn.
There's nothing they'd like more than to pump holes into you.
And tunnels in any direction,
they just lead you back onto prison property.
Apart from that wall. It lines a public street.
I knew a chap one time.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his money out.
And the whole thing got infected.
The point I'm making is, everybody comes in here going
they're gonna break out of here by next week.
We are prisoners of conscience.
So it's different for us.
But we're prisoners of war.
All the same, I've got a hiding place.
I'll keep it safe for you.
Get it out before it rots you inside.
He pours cold water on any poor bastard with a plan.
I don't talk to him.
So there have been attempts?
Some go a little...
some a little more, but no-one go out.
Always a first time.
That's my thoughts exactly.
It is a duty for us.
I don't do this "prisoner of conscience" bullshit.
If you're having a plan, I join you.
The cell is a concrete tomb.
Only way out is through the grille.
You tell me when you have something.
Every prison has its doyen,
and for us politicals it was Denis Goldberg.
He'd been given four life sentences
for trying to overthrow the apartheid government
by violent revolution...
in the same trial as Mandela and Sisulu.
For many nights, I sat on my bed and stared at the lock.
I tried a hundred ideas in my mind...
and then I tried a hundred more.
It sat there staring back at me every single night.
And then it dawned on me.