逃獄

Frank Perry: I'm free now. I'm old now. Rizza: Free? You've got an imagination. Frank Perry: Imagination is what protects us. It's what keeps us alive. You're still living, but less and less. Inside, you own this place. You run things. You're the king. But look around you, what do you see? It's all pretend. It's all made up. You own nothing. Nothing except sorrows and bars and rusty metal staircases. You'll never live, because outside you don't exist. No one will remember you. No one. Rizza: You behave. Frank Perry: Behaving myself is what's kept me living.