Warden Drumgoole:
[Leone has been taken to a darkened room and shut inside. He turns around and sees a glass-enclosed electric chair. Drumgoole emerges from the shadows]
Hello, Frank. In the old days, the warden would come down that private passageway from his office to this execution chamber... in order to witness the putting-to-death of a criminal. 120 men and 4 women were electrocuted in that chair before it was retired. Beautiful, isn't it? When I came to Gateway, it was falling apart. So I had it restored, put back into perfect working order, as a reminder of how things ought to be... It's been nearly five years since you escaped from Treadmore, Frank.
Frank Leone:
Time flies when you're having fun.
Warden Drumgoole:
In all the years that I was warden there, you're the only prisoner who ever made it over my wall.
Frank Leone:
So I read in the papers.
Warden Drumgoole:
Yes, of course you did. You and your lawyers made sure that everything made it into the papers, didn't you? Not to mention the media. Distorting the truth and the facts... making a criminal into a hero, and a warden into a criminal. You took my future away from me. You, and those bleeding-heart politicians, who sent me here to Gateway -- the worst rathole in the system.
Frank Leone:
You could've done something about that, instead of making it worse still! Or don't you believe in making lemonade out of lemons? Anyhow, all I had was two weeks to go before my release. I asked you -- no, *begged* you -- for one hour to visit my father before he died. You could've given me an escorted leave, with armed guards!
Warden Drumgoole:
You broke the law. And *I* was punished for it!
Frank Leone:
I got five years. I paid my debt!
Warden Drumgoole:
To the State, not to me. But you're going to.
Frank Leone:
I've got just six months left on my sentence.
Warden Drumgoole:
In Gateway, six months can -- and might -- become a lifetime... even a dozen lifetimes. Anything can, and might, happen if I see fit. Every minute here will be hard time. You have no rights here, unless I give them to you. You feel no pleasure here, unless I say you can. This is hell... and I'm about to give you the guided tour.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:01