Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Step away from the flag! Step away from the flag!
[Alarm BellRinging]
Four. Making false official statements.
grandson.
You could get yourself thrown out of the Hall of Fame for betting on yourself.
Two minutes.
- Zamorro, target the man loading rocks into the trebuchet. - McLaren?
- That's the word. - Eighteen courses in one week.
Hey, fucker!
- Men did good, huh? - They did.
When you only know the first verse
Riot formation! Let's go! Double time!
-[Gunshot] -[Blaring Horn Subsides]
To hell with this rubber-bullet shit.
Now!
Didn't hurt this much.
Look at that.
[Winter] If you'll excuse us, Mister, uh--
Place this man in the SHU. No one talks to him. No one sees him.
- Come on. Give me the fucking ball. - Fuck you!
[Inmates Cheering In Distance]
My father was a winner of the Congressional Medal of Honor, sir.
Yeah, you don't always win.
What do you want from your time here at the castle, Mr. Irwin?
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, no.
Gary Koen…I’ve taken command of your clan and renamed it Scotty2hotty Steeltown ;)
That's some creepy shit, pilot.
Now here he is commanding an army of one--
- Th-Thejagged ones go in the middle. - The middle? All right.
Back off now! I said back off now!
They haven't changed in a thousand years.
All prisoners down on the ground, now!
- [ Gunshot ] - [ Grunts ]
hand movement through the hair,
When I was in first grade, I got straight As.
- [ Men Shout, Indistinct ] - Let's go!
But until you've spent some time in the yard with those animals,
- [Niebolt]Doc! Come on! - Sir.
- [Inmate #1] Hey! - [Inmate #2] What the fuck is that?
- Everyone paid up this week? - Yeah, we're good.
So, here I am,just like you, a convicted criminal.
Smote Jimmy the Harp with a horrid little pistol and a lariat
You can take off your shirt if you want.
I said what the fuck are youd oing?
Now you've got yourself a castle.
You should not be allowed to retain your command.
Is that from your infinite years of experience on the battlefield?
But without any new evidence, what would be the point?
- It can say whatever you want it to say. - There's nothing wrong with me.
zero injury assaults, zero fatalities.
I thought it prudent to act immediately to ensure your safety.
That's right.
- You Navy puke, son? - No, no, sir. I was in the Corps.
Come on. Go, go!
- Man, you don't like it, Doc, take a walk. - You're fuckin' sick, Yates.
- Captain. - [ Cocks Gun ]
What are you doing, Mr. Irwin?
Okay? Enriquez.
- McLaren, Niebolt, with me! - Niebolt, stay where you are.
Sound the horn.
- Come on. - [ Groans ]
- [ Breathing Heavily] - [Peretz]Prisoners stay down.
Read 'em.
We're having, like, an uprising here.
What I want you men to understand...
That is true, sir.
[ Cheering Continues ]
- I don't think so. You know where saluting comes from? - No, sir.
This is Sergeant McLaren from Fort Truman Prison.
Get that water cannon now.
In the morning and plow
This thing that you're doing with your hand, grabbing your hair, what's that?
I cannot let this continue.
We can no longer wear the uniform of a soldier.
Some may think to be remembered in this way...
[ Men Shouting, Indistinct ]
I gotta be a man and do it on my own
he still has a command in some fantasy army.
Fire!
- Six bundles. - Six? Let's make it ten.
Mr. Irwin.
[ Rapping, Indistinct ]
Sorry. Go on.
I must have misshelved it... your book.
- You're hiding. - [ Scoffs ]
And then my life's worth nothing.
- Okay, hold up. - You fuck! I'm going to kill you!
Just this isn't the place.
Agui-- Get down!
Put your hand down.
[Inmate] Welcome to the castle, baby!
I don't wanna hear that. You have you rorders.
- Scumbags runnin' the asylum? - [ Chuckles ] Maybe.
And any castle can be taken, whether you're fighting in the 14th century or the 21 st.
During the day, you're free to be in this area we're walking in right now.
And now I have what may seem under the circumstances, a bizarre request.
[Man On P.A.]Escort detail report to Gate 18. Prisoner.