I'm Billy Hayes.

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.

Just Erich.

Yeah... well, what do you think of this place, Billy?

[looks around the prison hall and courtyard]

Looks like some cheap rundown hotel.

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?

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?

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!