It\'s Brooks.Watch the door.Please, Brooks.-Calm the fuck down. -Stay back! -Stay back, goddamn it! -What\'s going on? One second he\'s fine, then out come the knives.We can talk about this, right? There\'s nothing to talk about.I\'ll cut his fucking throat.What\'s he done to you? It\'s what they done! I got no choice.You won\'t hurt Heywood.We all know that.-Right, Heywood? -Sure.He\'s a friend of yours, and Brooks is a reasonable man.-Right, guys? -Yes.So put the knife down.Look at me.Put the knife down.Look at his neck, for God\'s sake.Look at his neck.He\'s bleeding.It\'s the only way they\'d let me stay.This is crazy. You don\'t want to do this.Put it, put it down.Take it easy.You\'ll be all right.Him? What about me? Crazy old fool damn near cut my throat! You\'ve had worse from shaving.What did you do to set him off? Nothing.I come in here to say farewell.Ain\'t you heard? His parole\'s come through.I just don\'t understand what happened in there.Old man\'s crazy as a rat in a tin shithouse.That\'s enough out of you.-Heard he had you shitting your pants.-Fuck you.IKnock it off.Brooks ain\'t no bug.he is just institutionalized.\"Institutionalized,\" my a.The man\'s been in here 50 years, Heywood, 50 years! This is all he knows.In here, he\'s an important man an educated man.Outside, he\'s nothing.Just a used-up con with arthritis in both hands.Probably couldn\'t get a library card if he tried.You know what I\'m trying to say? I do believe you\'re talking out of your a.You believe whatever you want.But I tell you these walls are funny.First you hate them.Then you get used to them.Enough time paes you get so you depend on them.That\'s \"institutionalized.\" Shit.-I could never get like that.-Oh, yeah? Wait till you\'ve been here as long as Brooks.Goddamn right.They send you here for life that\'s exactly what they take.Part that counts, anyway.I can\'t take care of you no more, Jake.You go on now.You\'re free.You\'re free.Good luck, Brooksie.Dear fellas: I can\'t believe how fast things move on the outside.Watch it, old-timer! Want to get killed? I saw an automobile once when I was a kid but now they\'re everywhere.The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.The parole board got me into this halfway house called \"The Brewer\" and a job bagging groceries at the Food-Way.It\'s hard work and I try to keep up ..but my hands hurt most of the time.Make sure your man double-bags.Last time, the bottom near came out.Make sure you double-bag like the lady says.understand? Yes, sir.Surely will.I don\'t think the store manager likes me very much.Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds.I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello.But he never does.I hope, wherever he is, he\'s doing okay and making new friends.I have trouble sleeping at night.I have bad dreams like I\'m falling.I wake up scared.Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.Maybe I should get a gun and rob the Food-Way so they\'d send me home.I could shoot the manager while I was at it.Sort of like a bonus.I gue I\'m too old for that sort of nonsense anymore.I don\'t like it here.I\'m tired of being afraid all the time.I\'ve decided not to stay.I doubt they\'ll kick up any fu not for an old crook like me.
