When Cool Hand Luke spoke to God...

Oh come on!

Stop beating it!

We ain't got nothin' to do with that.

Would probably have happened to him sooner or later anyway.

He gotta learn the rules the same as anybody else.

Knock it off!

You can't talk to him like that!

Are you still believin' in that big bearded Boss up there?

Ain't ya scared? Ain't ya scared of dyin'?

You're welcome to it, ol' timer.

Let me know you're up there. Come on.

Love me, hate me, kill me, anything.

Just let me know it.

I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself.

You gonna get used to wearin' them chains afer a while.

Don't you never stop listenin' to them clinking.

'Cause they gonna remind you of what I been saying.

For your own good.

Wish you'd stop bein' so good to me...

Anybody here?

Hey, Old Man. You home tonight?

Can You spare a minute. It's about time we had a little talk.

I know I got no call to ask for much...

But even so, You've got to admit You ain't dealt me no cards in a long time.

It's beginning to look like You got things fixed so I can't never win out.

Inside, outside, all of them... rules and regulations and bosses.

You made me like I am.

Now just where am I supposed to fit in?

Old Man, I gotta tell You.

I started out pretty strong and fast.

But it's beginning to get to me.

When does it end?

What do You got in mind for me?

What do I do now?

Right. All right.

On my knees, asking.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

I guess I'm pretty tough to deal with, huh?

A hard case. Yeah.

I guess I gotta find my own way.

Is that Your answer, Old Man?

I guess You're a hard case, too.

-TheStory