Jimmy I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Booth. I'm an American just like you. This other guy here is Erich... something. I can't pronouce his last name. He's Swedish or something.
Jimmy Yeah... well, what do you think of this place, Billy?
[looks around the prison hall and courtyard]
Looks like some cheap rundown hotel.
Jimmy Yeah, thought you'd say that. Everyone says that this place looks like a cheap hotel.
[sees peacocks along the fence of the prison]
Peacocks. Why peacocks?
Jimmy The Turks use 'em instead of dogs to patrol the fence because they shriek like hell when they're approached or disturbed. Plus, they don't get rabies.
[a little boy runs past them]
Who are the kids?
Jimmy Kids? They're not kids. They're local street urchins the Turks lock up here in a separate wing for the juveniles. Boys as young as nine or ten years old. They're thieves, drug dealers, muggers, con artists, pickpockets, rapists, murderers... you name it, they do it. Don't trust any of them!
Jimmy So... Billy, what are you in for? Hash?
Jimmy Where'd they get you?
The airport... trying to get home.
Jimmy You go through customs?
Yeah, I was busted right at the plane.
Jimmy Aw, man that's heavy. That's very heavy.
It's bad if they get you for smuggling, but if they make it possession, the sentence is lighter. The best thing for you to do, Billy, is try to make bail. If you make bail, you're free. You can easily get yourself a fake passport on the black market, or get yourself across the border into Greece.
Jimmy Dream on, Erich. They'll never grant bail to foreigners whom may be a flight risk.
But if you argue in court about you being innocent...
Jimmy This ain't the good ol' USA! This is Turkey, man! It's a ****in' accident here if you're innocent! There ain't nobody here that is innocent!
Jimmy The second way out, I need you guys' help, and that's under.
You mean tunnel? Are you serious?
M Max
This is Shagmahr prison, not Stalag 17.
Jimmy Well that's where you're wrong ****face, 'cause it's already built!
