Midnight Express1978

Mr. Hayes:
With good time, Billy, it works to about, uh, 3 years, and then there's the appeal, and, uh, Daniels, and, uh, Yesil—they're all workin' for you. 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. All right, Billy. I know it sounds tough, but we are going to 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 dollars in the bank. Anything you need, you write. There's food here. There's candy. And there's...uh...writing paper. Books. Cigarettes. Soap. Toothbrush... [Empties bag onto table, slams it down] I've been writing insurance policies for 30 goddamn ["freaking" in the red border clamshell VHS] years and now I've got to see my own son - Jesus. JESUS!!! Billy, if I could be where you are... I'd be there.

Billy Hayes:
I love you, Dad.

[Guards take him away]

Mr. Hayes:
[to Hamidou] You take good care of my boy, you hear? Or I'll have your f***in' head, you Turkish bastard! [On the Red border clamshell VHS, he instead says: "You take good care of my boy, you hear? Or I'll have your freakin' head, you Turkish coward!"]