Excuse me.
- Nervous? - No.
Jeez, I hate flying.
It's something I ate. I think I've been poisoned.
- You're just excited about getting home. - No, I think it's the baklavas.
Told you not to eat 'em.
Look, I gotta go to the John. You go through and I'll catch up.
- So I'll wait. - No, go. I'll catch up to you.
I'll only be a minute. Okay?
Passport.
Basket.
It's a Frisbee.
You throw it. Catch it. It's a game.
Baseball.
Excuse me.
- Hello. - You okay?
- I'm great. You want a piece of gum? - Sure.
Thank you.
- See this? - What?
- Janis Joplin died yesterday. - No.
Overdose in a Hollywood motel.
- There never was anyone like Janis. - Never was anyone like you.
Stop it. Knock it off.
You never take anything seriously, do you?
Nothin'.
- What's he sayin'? - I don't know.
Jesus Christ. They always do everything ass backwards in Turkey?
- Billy, what's the matter? - My passport.
Susan, forget it. Go get a seat on the plane now.
What is it, Billy? What's wrong? Are you sick?
For chrissake, just get on that plane now.
- Go! - Okay.
Looking for my passport.
- Harry, better get rid of the grenades. - What's up with the searching?
What is this, Turkish security?
Oh, God.
Get down.
- Name? - William Hayes.
- American? - That's right.
Yes. American. United States.
Name?
Oh, Jesus. William Hayes.
Hayes. H-A-Y-E-S.
Wait a minute.
Howdy, Billy. How you doin'? Okay?
I think these gentlemen...
have finished for the time being...
if you'd like to put your clothes on.
The officer wants to know if you're afraid.
No, I'm not afraid.
The officer said there's nothing to be afraid of.
- Cooperate, you'll be on a plane home. - Yes?
Where did you get the hashish?
From a cab driver in the pudding shop at the bazaar.
Would you recognize him again?
I think so.
Well, you decided to fly at a bad time, Billy.
Guerrillas all over the place, blowin' up planes and all.
- It's stupid. - Four planes in four days.
But I guess you kids don't read the newspapers...
and what with our people kickin' up a shit storm about heroin from Turkey...
- I didn't have heroin. - A drug's a drug, seems to me.
It was my first time. I'm not really a smuggler.
It was only two kilos.
See, right now, it don't really matter if it was two kilos or 200.
Turks love to catch any foreigner.
Shows the world they're fighting the drug trade.
- Are you with the consulate? - Somethin' like that.
- Cigarette? - Thanks.
How much you pay this joker, this cab driver?
Two hundred dollars. It was my last 200.
- How much you figure to make? - I was only gonna sell to my friends.
I'm not a pusher. Honest.
Beats workin'. You got a family back there?
Yeah. Mother, father, brother, sister.
- Babylon, Long Island. - Be tough on 'em.
- Girlfriend? - Yeah. She was on the plane.
She didn't know anything about it. I didn't want her to.
- Lucky girl. - She used to say I was the lucky one.
Well, let's hope so, Billy. Let's sure as hell hope so.
You seem like a nice enough kid to me, Billy...
but you try it, and I'll blow your fuckin' brains out.
Dear Mom and Dad...
This is the hardest letter I've ever had to write.
I had hoped somehow to get out of this quickly...
so that you'd never have to know about it...
but that just isn't possible now.
I don't know what's gonna happen, but what can I say to you?
Will "I'm sorry" make a difference?
Will it ease the pain, the shame you must be feeling?
Forgive me.
Please.
Could I have a blanket? Do you think I could have a blanket?
It's cold. Could I have a blanket?
No, sir. Too late. Tomorrow.
You'll be here tomorrow, I think.
Good night.
Jesus.
- Can you speak English? - Your cell. No key. Open.
Blanket three cell down. You get me one.
I needed a blanket. I was cold.
I needed a blanket! I was cold!
- Jesus. - Hey, hey. He's up.
Come on. You must stand. Jimmy.
You better walk around some. Your feet are gonna swell up something bad.
- You gotta be crazy. - Yeah, we're all crazy here.
Smoke some of this rocket. Cool the pain.
You been out for days, talkin' all kinds of shit.
- We'll walk you down to the courtyard. - How's it feel? Okay?
'Bout as good as it looks.
What?
It's Turkish. It means, "May it pass quickly."
- Looks like a cheap hotel. - Only the room service is lousy.
I'm Jimmy Booth. This is Erich... something Swedish, I don't know.
- Just Erich. - He cleaned you up.
Thanks. I'm Billy Hayes. Least, I used to be.
Peacocks. Live peacocks.
Turks use 'em instead of dogs.
They scream like mad if they're disturbed, and they don't get rabies.
The old sultans used them to guard their harem.
- Who are the kids? - Kids.
Motherfuckers. Thieves. Rapists. Pickpockets. Murderers.
You name it, they do it. Don't trust any of 'em.
They tell Rifki everything. He's the squealer 'round here.
- Yeah, we met. - Sells watered-down tea. Hash. Blankets.
Nembutals. Anything for a buck.
- What you in for? Hash? - Yeah.
- Where? - The airport. Trying to get home.
- That's heavy. - You think so?
Yeah, I think so. This ain't the good ol' USA.
This is Turkey, man. It's a fuckin' accident here if you're innocent.
- Nobody here is innocent. - Don't pay too much attention.
Anything is possible in Turkey. He means if they hit you for smuggling.
It can be bad. But if they make it possession, it's easier.
- You might even get bail. - Bail.
And if you make bail, you're free.
You can get yourself a fake passport or sneak across the border to Greece.
Yeah, sure. Keep dreamin'. See where that gets you.
Like Max, up in the head, you know?
You're gonna eat a lot more fasoolia beans before you taste a hamburger.
'Cause you broke the law, man, and you got caught.
- The law is sometimes wrong. - The law is never wrong, asshole!
The fuckin' law is!
- People sometimes get on his nerves. - What's he in for?
He was caught stealing from a mosque. That's heavy here.
- What did he steal? - Two candlesticks.
- That's all? - That's all.
Jimmy has more balls than brains.
He was in for a year and a half before he told his parents.
- What about you? - Hashish.
Ninety percent of the foreigners are in for hashish.
- Yeah, well, what'd they give you? - Twelve years.
- How much did you have? - A hundred grams.
You just have to get yourself a good lawyer and some money.
Talk to the Englishman, Max. He's been in the longest.
- How long? - Seven years.
Gastro.
Stomach medicine.
It's got codeine in it. Best I can do around here.
Max?
Lawyers.
Yeah.
Well, there's no straight lawyers in Turkey.
They're all bent.
Bent as hairpins.
Occupational necessity.
They have special classes in corruption at night school.
If you get suspected of honesty, then you get disbarred.
I knew a lawyer fellow once, but...
Got that Frenchman off. LaRoche.
Yeah.
A big smuggler.
Two hundred kilos.
He put enough bread in enough pockets. Got bail.
Vanished.
His name?
- Who? - The lawyer.
What?
- Lawyer? - Who got the Frenchman off.
Oh, Yesil.
Yesil's his name.
I don't know anything else about him.
Best thing to do is to get your ass out of here best way you can.
Yeah, but how?
- Catch the midnight express. - What's that?
It's not a train.
It's a prison word for...
escape.
It doesn't stop around here.
Dad, I'm sorry.
Ah, forget it.
Punch you in the nose later.
Right now we gotta get you out of here.
This is a suit I bought for you in Istanbul.
Smarten you up in a courtroom.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
How's Mom?
Well, she's bad.
Couldn't make the trip. You know Mom... her boy.
Susan told us, before we got your letter...
She's fine. She's trying to get money together to come back and...
- No, don't let her come. - She...
How's Rob? How's Peg?
Ah, they're the same, you know.
None of the neighbors know. We told them that you were in a hospital in Europe.
Oh, this is Stanley Daniels.
He's the American consul here.
Hello, Billy, nice to know you. I want you to know we're gonna do...
everything in our power to get you out of here as soon as possible.
- Thank you. - And that's "Necktit," uh...
- Nechtit Yesil. - Nechtit Yesil, the lawyer you wanted.
- Mr. Yesil. - I know exactly what you feel.
But you must not worry. We are acting immediately.
We got the right court, the right judge.
I arrange everything.
Mr. Yesil, I understand that if you get bail...
it's very easy to get across the border into Greece.
That's right. That's what we're shooting for.
Mr. Daniels and I have been in touch with the State Department...
only, right now, relations with the Turks aren't too good.
Nixon's upset the hell out of 'em.
Our best bet: Right here.
Dad, I'll pay you back for this someday, I promise.
Right now money doesn't matter, Billy. Not at this stage.
Where'd you get that limp?
Oh, it's nothing. I just twisted my ankle.
So, well, where you stayin'?
Hilton.
How you like it? Istanbul?
An interesting place.
I tell you the truth. I think the food is lousy.
Crap they sell in these little restaurants.
I had to run to the toilet. You should've seen the toilet.
Anyway, I'm not taking any more chances.
I'm gonna eat at the Hilton every night...
with steak and French fries and lots of ketchup.
Why did you do it?
Money.
Look, I know you kids smoke that stuff, and we drink booze.
But takin' it across the border... That's stupid, Billy.
- That's stupid. - I know.
Dad?
- Get me out of here. - I promise you, Billy.
Sit tight.
Let me work with Mr. Daniels and Mr. Yesil here.
We're gonna get you out, okay?
Hey, Billy.
Okay?
- What did that prosecutor say? - It's no important.
Just technical.
We make our case. You are very good.
You spoke well. The judge like you.
Mr. Hayes! The judge is coming back. Come on.
Four years and two months. It's good, very good.
- Four years? - We appeal it.
You will see. He will have maybe one year taken off for good behavior.
Remember, it is only for possession.
The prosecutor wanted life sentence for smuggling.
There is quite a difference.
Believe me. To be honest, Mr. Hayes, it is a great victory.
With good time, Billy, it works out to about...
three years.
And then there's the appeal.
And, uh...
Daniels and, uh, Yesil...
They're all workin' for ya.
We're gonna try to get you transferred to a stateside prison.
And Daniels thinks there might be...
a political amnesty any month now.
All right.
I know it sounds tough, but...
we are gonna get you out.
I promise you. I don't want you to get stupid and pull anything.
They can play with your sentence.
All right. Now.
I'm putting $500 in the bank.
Anything you need, you write.
There's food here. There's candy.
And there's writing paper.
Books. Cigarettes.
Soap. Toothbrush.
I've been writing insurance policies for 30 goddamn years...
and now I gotta see my own son...
Jesus.
Billy, if I could be where you are...
I'd be there.
I love you, Dad.
Take good care of my boy, or I'll have your fuckin' head, you Turkish bastard!
Dear Susan...
1970 has now passed into 1971.
You can drift in here and never know you're gone.
You can fade so far out you don't know where you are anymore...
or where anything else is.
I find loneliness is a physical pain...
which hurts all over.
You can't isolate it in one part of your body.
Hey!
Right there, huh?
To the Turks, everything is sula bula...
which means, "Like this, like that."
You never know what will happen.
All foreigners are ayip. They're considered dirty.
So is homosexuality. That's a big crime here.
But most of them do it every chance they get.
There are about a thousand things that are ayip.
For instance, you can stab or shoot somebody below the waist...
but not above, because that's intent to kill.
So everybody runs around stabbing everyone else in the ass.
That's what they call "Turkish Revenge."
I know it must all sound crazy to you, but this place is crazy.
One day, one of the new kids was raped in the children's kogus.
So they picked out four of the worst kids.
Then there's Rifki.
The more I know of him, the more I hate him.
Ten dollars for this shit. You pig.
They have no pigs in Turkey.
- Rifki, this shit is shit. - No, is good.
Me good shit.
- You big shit. - I are. Me big shit.
Yeah.
You asshole.
What is with you? Just what the hell is it, man?
You're ayip!
Look, you don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you, all right?
But you fuck with me. You fuck with me all the time.
You make crummy tea, and you rip us off on the hash!
No, I make a special tea for you, "Hiyes," okay?
We have to live like brothers. We have to be in here together.
Oh, shove it, Rifki.
For all the money you've got, you've got nothin'.
- You are American. You don't know. - Know what?
Dog eat dog, "Hiyes."
You fuck other men before they fuck you.
And you must fuck last.
Higbert.
Come on, boy. Come on down.
Sorry cat.
Shit.
You all right?
Your new American ambassador here is following your case very closely.
He says there is progress.
Do you want a cigarette?
But there is another route...
that is quite possible.
For the proper amount of money...
it is possible I can convince our town officials...
to strike off your papers...
before the high court in Ankara...
confirms the sentence of a lower court in Istanbul.
You would not exist.
And you could be in Greece by the time...
the Turkish court discovered their stupid clerical mistake.
But I have to act...
before the official sentence is handed down.
And for that I must pay...
certain officials an address.
What's that?
- The blueprints. - To what?
To the prison, man.
There's this German cat, an architect, in the hospital.
He was helpin' the Turks build some shit around the place.
I laid some bread on him, and he let me copy 'em.
It's too bad you didn't have a Xerox machine.
Now, there's two ways out of here, I figure.
The first is over the roof, but that's kind of risky.
Maybe one person, two at the most.
The other way, I need you guys' help.
And that is under.
Tunnel?
- Wait a minute. Are you serious? - All right, listen.
This is prison, not Stalag 17.
Well, that's where you're wrong, fuckface, 'cause it's already built.
There's a basement substructure where they used to keep weapons and stuff.
But beneath that, there's these old catacombs...
that the Christians built about 1,000 fuckin' years ago to bury their dead.
We're sittin' right on top of it.
Here.
The kraut says that there's a whole bunch of hollow, sealed shafts...
sort of like dumbwaiters...
all along inside these walls.
One of 'em is right down in there, right next to our shower.
Now, we get in there, he says, we can get down into the catacombs.
Three of us workin', shouldn't take too long at all.
Must be around here someplace.
I swear I heard a couple of dead Christians singing down there.
Look, you stop shittin' me, man, okay?
Jimmy, how do we get into the shaft?
I suppose we knock three times and say we're a friend of the deceased.
Now, I'm gettin' this together, man, and I don't need no fuckin' gastrohead...
along on this trip, understand me?
Huh?
We go through the wall.
We go through the wall?
The kraut was right. I checked it out.
There's no reinforced steel in those shower walls.
Real soft from underground seepage.
The water weeps through the cement, you see?
Twenty, thirty years. You could almost push it over.
Now, all we have to do...
All we have to do is use gastrohead's screwdriver to scrape the mortar out.
We pull out two, three stones, squeeze through...
Squeeze through, put 'em back and get our ass down the shaft.
Now, it's a two-night operation, maybe three.
Yes, but what do we do when we get into the catacombs?
The catacombs? What do you want, a door?
There's miles of 'em down there, like a sewer system.
You must be fucking crazy.
Well, they gotta come up someplace in Istanbul.
You've had your ass stabbed one too many times.
You won't find catacombs down there. You'll just finish up in section 13.
The tunnel or the roof?
Look, I don't want to go through any wall. Rifki's there all the time.
And the roof... The bullet percentage is too high.
But if we take the shaft, I need you to help me move those stones, man.
Jimmy, if we get caught, I'll get the shaft.
Now, I'm facin' another 20 months.
If I get caught, I'll be back up to three years again, maybe more.
Well, fuck it, then.
You choose your own death, babe.
I'll do this thing on my own.
I'm taking the roof out of here.
No! I can't take it!
Jesus, no! No!
Dear Susan...
poor Jimmy was caught and beaten so badly he got a severe hernia...
and lost a testicle.
He's been in the sanitarium for months.
In comparison, my problems seem very small.
But two and a half years have now gone by...
and in their own fashion, the Turks are slowly draining my life away.
Why do you keep your hair short, Billy?
- To remind me. - Remind you of what?
How much I hate it here.
Prison...
monastery...
cloister...
cave.
Prison...
monastery...
cloister...
cave.
Prison.
I've been thinkin' about another way.
Another way, what?
- Outta here. - Oh, yeah?
When I was in the sanitarium...
there was only one guard on my ward.
I could've got outta there anytime I wanted to.
Why didn't you?
Because as soon as I could walk again...
they threw me right back in here.
Lucky you.
But I tell you, Billy...
there was another ward in that sanitarium.
- It had no guard on it at all. - Who was in it?
Three guys.
What was wrong with 'em?
I don't know.
I think they were dead.
Dead. Figures.
I gotta go.
It's Daniels! Turkish justice has done it again!
They must've let me off my last 53 days!
Hey, Jimmy! I'm goin' home!
Oh, God.
"Gotta go."
What's wrong?
Sit down for a moment, Billy.
I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
What is it? Is it Dad? Mom?
No. It looks like you're gonna have a new court.
What do you mean?
The prosecutor objected to your sentence for possession.
He wanted a smuggling conviction...
and the high court in Ankara reviewed it.
It seems everyone wanted an example made.
- If you like, a scapegoat. - And?
We've been notified that they rejected the sentence.
There were 35 judges on the high court.
Twenty-eight voted for life sentence.
The lower court in Istanbul had to go along with the decision.
The judge likes you, Billy. He likes you a lot.
- We've notified your dad. - What do you mean?
Life! Life for what? For what?
- I have 53 days left! - Billy, let go!
You goddamn bastard!
So now it's time for me to speak.
What is there for me to say?
When I finish, you'll sentence me for my crime.
So let me ask you now:
What is a crime?
What is punishment?
It seems to vary from time to time...
and place to place.
What's legal today is suddenly illegal tomorrow...
because some society says it's so...
and what's illegal yesterday is suddenly legal...
because everybody's doing it...
and you can't put everybody in jail.
I'm not saying this is right or wrong.
I'm just saying, that's the way it is.
But I've spent three and a half years of my life...
in your prison...
and I think I've paid for my error.
And if it's your decision today...
to sentence me to more years...
then...
My lawyer... My lawyer! That's a good one.
He says, "Be cool, Billy. Don't get angry. Don't get upset.
Be good, and I'll get you a pardon, an amnesty, an appeal.
A this, a that, the other thing."
Well, this has been going on now for three and a half years...
and I've been playing it cool.
I've been good.
And now I'm damn tired of being good...
because you people gave me the belief that I had 53 days left.
You hung 53 days in front of my face...
and then you just took those 53 days away!
And you, boo!
I just wish you could be standing where I'm standing right now...
because then you would know something that you don't know, Mr. Prosecutor.
Mercy!
You would know that the concept of a society...
is based on the quality of that mercy.
Its sense of fair play, its sense of justice.
But I guess that's like asking a bear to shit in the toilet.
For a nation of pigs, it sure is funny you don't eat 'em.
Jesus Christ forgave the bastards...
but I can't.
I hate...
I hate you...
I hate your nation...
and I hate your people!
And I fuck your sons and daughters because they're pigs.
You're a pig!
You're all pigs.
"My hands are tied by Ankara."
"I must sentence you, William Hayes...
to be in prison for term no less than 30 years."
"May it pass quickly."
Got the blues, babe
Got the old Istanbul blues
Got the blues, babe
Got the old Istanbul blues
Istanbul blues
They give me 30 years
Ain't got nothing left to lose
We are gonna get you out.
I promise you.
I don't want you to get stupid and pull anything.
They could play with your sentence.
Said I was busted at the border, babe
Best thing to do is to get your ass out of here...
best way you can.
And they give me 30 years
To learn the old Istanbul blues
Hey, I think I found it. I think this is it.
Come here.
Listen. Listen to that. Do you hear anything?
I told you, you suckers. You didn't believe me.
I don't believe it!
Keep it down.
Look how easy. Look how soft it is.
It'll be so easy to get 'em out.
Go see if you can get Rifki's poker, but don't wake him up.
Go on.
It's really soft.
It's coming.
- Jimmy, it's coming. - Here, use this.
Oh, yeah. It's comin' real easy, man.
Look at it. It's comin' right out here.
It's gonna be easier than I thought.
- Piece of cake. - Yeah.
It's comin'.
Like butter.
- Keep checking for Rifki. - It's all right. It's okay.
Watch it, man, will ya?
Sorry, man. I thought you wanted to get outta here.
Loose.
Let's try.
- You wanna split your hernia again? - Fuck the hernia. Let's just get this.
We got it.
That's it. We got the shaft.
It's comin'.
It's okay.
Come on, let's go. Let's go play.
No. There's no time. We're too late. We're not prepared.
We'll come back tomorrow. It's too late.
- Let's go now. - We'll go tomorrow.
Let's put 'em back. Come on, help me.
Now, any fuck-ups, we should be back by dawn.
You got everything?
Maps. Railroad, bus timetables.
That's it.
Okay, let's do it.
Can you see?
- Jesus. - Come on, Max. Get your ass down here.
It's easy.
This way, baby.
Watch it. Mind how you go there.
It's all right. Climb down this pole and cross over.
Terrific.
- All right, there's a tunnel. - Yeah, let's go.
Come on, Max.
- Fuck! - What is that?
Shit! Christ heavens!
- It's a stick. - Oh, shit!
Shit! It's a dead end.
Turks must have blocked it up.
Shit!
What the fuck are we gonna do?
- What time is it? - 6:30.
- Go back. - You're joking!
I'm not joking. We go back, seal it up and come back tomorrow.
Every night till we get out of here.
There's gotta be a way out.
Billy! They found it!
- Who? - Rifki.
Filthy little bastard.
This time I'm gonna kick your brains all over your fucking kitchen!
Fine. Good. Man to man.
We fight now, and when finished, I bring Hamidou...
and he kick your fucking ass.
Let's go, Max. Come on.
- I know what I'm going to do. - What?
I'm going to cut his fucking throat!
- Who? - Rifki.
What have I got to lose?
Anyway, I'd really enjoy it.
Why don't you sit down, huh? You're in no shape to kill anybody.
I want to cut his fucking throat!
It's already been cut.
Then I'll cut his balls off.
You know, if you really did want to hurt Rifki...
His money. Steal that and you steal his life's blood.
Could you see his face if everything he worked so hard to get got snatched?
If we only knew where he hid it.
I know where it is.
The money?
"Them that I eats and finds," says I.
I've seen him, the big dick.
He looks at it late at night.
Talking to it.
Where?
The money... Where?
In his radio.
In the back of his radio.
That's why he never plays it.
He'd never had one.
Soon he back to Istanbul street.
No friends, no money, plenty enemy.
Plenty enemies.
- I drink to that. - Me too.
I just got some news on Jimmy.
- Oh, really? What? - It's bad.
They sent him to the city hospital. They ruptured his hernia again.
Oh, shit!
I guess he didn't talk. Poor bastard.
Hey, look at Rifki.
Why the suit?
Maybe he's got a new job.
Jesus! Not again!
You're kidding. Who? Me?
I didn't sell him anything.
No, he's lying! Rifki's lying! He's a liar!
Max, no! Let him go, damn you!
Go away! Get outta here!
Rifki, I'm gonna cut your tongue out!
Please!
Cigarette.
Cigar.
Listen to me. Please listen to me.
Excuse me, my friend. I've been wanting to speak to you.
You are an American?
Ah, yes, America.
My name is Ahmet. I studied philosophy at Harvard for many years...
though Oxford is my real alma mater.
I also studied in Vienna, and now I study here.
Well, they put me here. They say I raped a little child.
I've been here a very long time, and they'll never let me go.
They won't let you go either. They tell you they'll let you go.
But in fact, you stay. You'll never go from here.
See, we've all just come from the factory...
and sometimes a factory makes bad machines...
that don't work, so they put them here.
The bad machines don't know that they're bad machines...
but the people at the factory know.
They know that you are one of the machines that doesn't work.
Well, I think we've spoken enough for today.
I wish you good night.
Oh, my God!
Oh, Billy!
Billy, what have they done to you?
I love you.
Billy, your family's fine.
Senator Buckley's made a special plea on your behalf in the Senate.
They've called you a pawn in the poppy game between Nixon and the Turks.
The letters are coming in. People do care.
Take off your dress.
What?
Take it off.
- You're just making yourself... - Take it off.
I wish I could make it better for you.
Please stop.
Don't.
Susan.
Yes, Billy?
I love you.
Oh, Billy.
Your father gave me this for you.
There's pictures of your mom and dad...
and Rob and Peg.
And in the back, Billy...
there's a picture of your old friend, Mr. Franklin.
Remember him? From the bank.
He's over in Greece now. He bought a ticket.
I'll give it to them for you.
Don't count on them. Don't you count on anyone but yourself.
Billy, you're running out of time.
If you stay here, you'll die.
Jesus Christ! You've got to get yourself together.
You've got to get out of here!
Go on!
Go on.
Good morning, my American friend.
There will be trouble if you go this way.
A good Turk always walks to the right.
Left is communist. Right is good.
Come on.
See, you must go the other way.
The other way is good.
Where are you going? Why don't you walk the wheel with us?
What is the matter, my American friend? What has upset you?
Oh, the bad machine doesn't know he's a bad machine.
You still don't believe it.
You still don't believe you're a bad machine.
To know yourself is to know God, my friend.
The factory knows. That's why they put you here.
You'll find out. In time, you'll know.
Oh, I know. I already know.
I know that you are a bad machine.
That's why the factory keeps you here.
Do you know how I know, huh?
I know because I'm from the factory.
I make the machines.
Max, I'm going away.
I've come to say good-bye.
You see, if I stay here, I'm gonna die.
You'll die.
Don't die, Max.
Please don't die.
I'm gonna come back for you. I promise.
You hang on. You hang on for me.
You're not taking me to the sanitarium!