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Morning, boss. Victim's name
was Walton Parsell.

Owner of the jewelry store
found him here this morning.

Says Walton bought
a woman's necklace from her

around closing time
last night.

- So not a robbery.
- No.

Local cops say there was
a jewelry store burglary

across town last month.
No signs of a break-in.

Check the surveillance footage.

What do we know
about the victim?

He's a prison guard from Carson,
just outside of town.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Hmm.
- What?

Oh, okay.
It's in his hands.

Yeah, bit nails, not too
calloused. Blue collar job

high stress, but no heavy
lifting. Prison guard.

Thought I was losing my touch
there for a second.

God forbid.

Clothes tell a different story.

Check out those formal
but, uh, comfortable boots

and the cheap business suit.

Looks, uh, looks a little
like a detective.

- Don't you think?
- He kinda does, doesn't he?

- Yeah.
- Hey, this is not a cheap suit.

Oh, hey, hey, I'm not saying
anything about your suit.

I'm sure it's not.
You're the real deal.

But this man here,
he was, he was aspirational.

He had hopes to be a lot more
than a prison guard.

- Too bad the job killed him.
- The job? How so?

Well, he worked at a prison.
That's where they keep killers.

An ex-inmate,
probably our best bet.

There are
a lot of stab wounds.

That's how they learn
to kill in prison.

'Prison shanks have points,
not blades.'

They use 'em to puncture bowels,
cause sepsis.

Charming.
Well, the question is this.

Why would you use a prison shank
outside of prison?

I'll run a check
of all the ex-inmates

from Carson in the area.

- It's a wedding invitation.
- Is there a dinner?

- Salmon or prime rib.
- I'm in.

- Who am I sitting with?
- You're next to Cho.

Where are we
with Walton Parsell?

Grew up outside of Hangtree.
Parents are dead.

No close relations nearby.

Started up at Carson
on his 21st birthday.

I used his call history
to track down a girlfriend.

Shelley Dillion.
She's a hairdresser in town.

I'll take Jane
and go talk to her.

Cho, you go to the prison.
Where are we with Jane's hunch

'that there's
an ex-con involved?'

The prison sent over
the list you asked for.

Ex-Carson inmates
with violent records

still living in the county.

If Jane's right, one of
these guys is responsible.

It's probably shoe-leather, but
somebody should check it out.

Take a look at that?
I'm on it.

- Alright.
- Want a partner?

Guess not.

I need to talk to you
about a murder investigation

I'm working on.

Keep walking, pig.
I got nothin' for you.

Hello, dad.
Good to see you, too.

You're still here, huh?

- You want a beer?
- No.

'Course not.

Surprised you even
know where to find me.

Oh, I make it
my business to know

exactly where you are
at all times.

Really? Keepin' tabs
on me, huh?

Ain't that sweet?

So you still in Sacramento?

I just need to ask you
a few questions.

Procedure.

I'm talking to everyone on
this list of ex-Carson inmates.

Cops.

That guard's
been dead less than a day

and you're already
grasping at straws.

- So you know about the case.
- Know about it?

Hell, boy, walking
around town ten minutes

I could tell you
who the killer is.

But not cops.
They got procedures.

Look, I, I have
to know if you were--

I get it.
No, sir, officer.

I did not
kill anyone last night.

Then tell me where you were.

Cat and the fiddle
on Delaware.

They all remember me.

You working?

I get by.

Smuggling cigarettes?
Dealing meth again?

My own flesh and blood,
a lousy cop.

Makes me wanna puke.

I just don't wanna see you
back in jail. That's all.

You always were a self-righteous
little bastard.

'That comes from your
mom's side of the family.'

No matter how many times
I straightened you out

I never could fix you
of that.

It's in the blood, I guess.

If you have nothing more
to say about Walton Parsell

thanks for your time.

I guess I'm in shock.
I feel like I'm numb, you know?

How long
had you known Walton?

Two months.
That's pretty long for me.

And when was the last time
you saw him?

Two nights ago.
We had dinner out.

Quick Chinese,
nothing special.

He was supposed to call me
last night.

But he didn't.

I thought he was done
with me.

You know,
like that was it.

Walton had bought a gold
necklace just before he died

and you were worried
that he was gonna leave you?

Because he was a good person?

He wasn't your usual type,
was he?

Yeah, tell me about it.

I don't know if I'll meet
another guy like Walton.

Yes.

Your taste for bad boys

is a sad relic of your
childhood mistreatment.

No need to pick it
back up again.

Oh, gee, thanks for
the advice, Doctor Phil.

Just because you've heard it
before doesn't mean

it's not good advice.

- Tell us about Walton.
- Walton had a plan.

He wasn't floating.

He was taking night classes
at the community college.

- Criminology.
- Wanted to be a detective.

Can you think of anybody who may
have wanted to hurt Walton?

No.

No, nobody.

Okay. Well, if you think
of anything else

just give us a call.

I will.

Oh, uh, Shelley,
there is one more thing.

Have you ever stolen supplies
from work here?

No.

No. Of course not.

Good girl.

Walton meant well.
That's for sure.

But?

Well, he had these
dreams of being a detective.

He just didn't get
that's not what we do here.

We're not detectives.
We're zookeepers.

He was overzealous.

Look, I don't want my men
looking for trouble.

I want them to finish
their shifts

with nobody getting hurt,
including themselves.

Did you know Walton
was studying criminology

at the local college?

Yeah. That was a big part
of the problem.

That school
was just spurring him on.

Just last month, he told me
he was already building a case

to transfer
one of the inmates

to one of those
supermax facilities

getting help from one
of his professors.

- Which inmate?
- Well, Walton wouldn't tell us.

It's confidential, he says.

He wanted to present
his case to us

and, uh, warden
at the next staff meeting.

Did the inmates know
what Walton was doing?

The inmates know everything,
more than me.

That's something else
Walton didn't understand.

And studies constantly show
that eyewitness identification

is wrong
as often as it is right

'because the human brain
is not a computer.'

Can anyone tell me
what day of the week

May 31st, 1976 fell on?

- Tell me quickly. You see--
- Monday.

Pardon me?

Monday. It was a Monday.
My brain is a computer.

It's a steel trap.
A computerized steel trap...

Professor Huff, hi.
I'm Agent Lisbon.

This is Patrick Jane.
We're with the CBI.

We're investigating the murder
of Walton Parsell.

Oh, I was very sorry
to hear about it.

How can we help you?

Uh, we know that
he was looking to transfer

an inmate at the prison,
and, uh--

Yes. The inmate was involved
in extortion and racketeering

and we analyzed
the legal framework

required to take action.

Did he give you
the inmate's name?

Well, we deliberately don't use
real names in our conversations.

I'm sure he probably mentioned
it but I don't recall.

I'll take over from here,
if you don't mind.

- Oh.
- Hello, class.

Memory is unreliable
because the untrained brain

has a crappy
filing system.

It takes everything that happens
to you and throws it all

willy-nilly
into a big, dark closet.

When you go in there
looking for something

all you can find
are the big, obvious things

'like when your mind died'

'or stuff that
you don't really need'

stuff that
you're not looking for

like, uh, like the words
to "Copacabana."

You can't find what you need,
but don't panic

because it is still there.
Now if we may

my lovely assistant and I
will help you rummage

'through your magic closets.'

Somewhere in there lurks a name,
so start digging

and sorting
and pulling things out

'and weeding through.
It may be connected to, uh'

'the way that Walton laughed'

or the smell of his breath.
You just thought of something.

The inmate must
have tattoos.

Walton said the guy
beat up a tattooist

for spelling "Aryan" wrong.

There we go. Excellent.

Walton asked me questions

about crime
in my hometown, Fontana.

Very good.
We're getting somewhere here.

Just let your mind go
wherever it wants.

He may have lent you a pen.
He may have worn an ugly shirt.

Mm-mm, no, no, he was
always very buttoned up

and very neat
like a soldier. Um..

...like a-a Roman soldier.
A general. Caesar.

Julius. I know,
wait. Brutus, Marcus.

- The inmate's name was Marcus.
- 'Marcus.'

So we're looking for an inmate
with white gang tattoos

who's from Fontana whose name
is Marcus. That'll help.

Excellent work. "A" plus.
Class dismissed. No homework.

Oh! Her name was Lola.
She was a showgirl.

Marcus Lansdale.

He was a member of the white
trash lowriders from Fontana

when he shot
a highway patrolman

during a routine traffic stop
ten years ago.

'Patrolman's in a wheelchair.'

Looks like Walton
picked a winner.

They suspect him of running
the prison's protection racket--

protects the drug dealers
from the gangs

takes care of snitches,
but they can't prove any of it.

If Walton
was asking questions

Lansdale probably
heard about it.

Jane and I will go talk to him.

If he's involved,
that means

there's a hit man
on the outside. Hey, Rigsby.

Jane's hunch about
the ex-Carson inmate pay off?

I checked out everyone
on the list. Nothing hinky.

Alright, we need to check into
Lansdale's known associates.

Uh, boss, can I, uh,
talk to you for a minute?

- Sure.
- In your office.

Alright.

I've never talked to you
about my father.

Sit down.

I know about your dad.
I'm your boss.

Steven Robert Rigsby, convicted
of manslaughter, assault.

'Drug dealing.'

Your father was on that list,
wasn't he?

I checked out his alibi.
No special treatment.

If you wanna send
someone else--

'I trust you, Rigsby.'

However, if you ever come
into contact

with your father,
on a case, next time

you bring
somebody with you.

Yeah, okay.

You need to get a list
of Lansdale's known associates.

- Get it done by morning.
- You got it, boss.

We're here to talk to you
about Walton Parsell.

- We've read your files--
- I haven't.

- I'm, I'm getting to it.
- I'veread your file.

I know that you're running
the protection racket

here at Carson and that Walton
was planning on moving you

to a higher security prison.

California law
used to say that a man

sentenced to life in prison
is legally dead.

That's a fact.
Legally dead.

And..

I've been a dead man
for ten years.

The outside world's
got no hold on me.

You think some screw poking
into my business bothers me?

Aw, you're not so tough.
There's always bigger fish.

Not in my pond.

Well, Walton wanted
you transferred.

You might have ended up
in a pond with a giant pike

or snapping turtles. Ugh.

I have defended myself
very successfully

against charges
that I am a security risk.

So whatever Parsell
wanted to throw at me

would've gone the same way.

Did you know what Walton
was gonna do?

'Not until you told me.'

'Maybe one of your friends
on the outside told you.'

Oh, I can take care
of myself.

That's how you ought to know
I didn't kill him.

How so?

Because if I want
a guard dead

you will find him
in a broom closet

right here in Carson
in my cellblock.

Uh, I think he's made
some good points.

Marcus, it's been fun.

I got places to go
and people to meet.

Oh.

Personally, I think
you got the cheekbones

that you can support something
really short.

I mean, it'd look great on you.
You got a great skull.

- I've always said that.
- I really wish you'd stop.

Oh, we brought a photo
as a reference.

- What?
- There.

Why didn't you tell us
you had a brother in prison?

I don't tell anyone
about Marcus.

How'd you know?

Well, you share some
of the same recessive genes

'same earlobes, and you both
have the same tell..'

...before you lie.

You were dating a guy who's
trying to transfer your brother.

He ends up dead.
It doesn't look good.

Wait, wait, wait.
You think Ikilled him?

- That's, that's crazy.
- Not really.

Convince us.
Where were you last night?

Annie from the salon's
bachelorette party.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.
I never would have hurt him.

But you lied to him.

Marcus knew Walton was trying
to get him transferred

so he asked me
to get to know him

'and see what
his weaknesses are.'

One day I followed Walton
from Carson.

He went to a coffee shop.
I went in after.

We got to talking.

We had our first date
a few days later.

You thought Walton
was a sucker.

He could help your brother out,
maybe get a few free meals.

What you first thought
was weakness you realized

was kindness, and then
you got to like the guy.

'Did Walton find out
about you?'

No, he never found out,
and I wasn't gonna tell him.

When Marcus called me
last week, I told..

You told him you couldn't
do it anymore, and he got mad.

'Did he threaten you?'

You don't know
what he can do.

I think we do.
Walton's dead.

Your brother couldn't
have done it from prison.

That means Walton's killer
is on the loose.

- Well..
- Well, what?

Well, I'm not so sure.
I mean, this..

Make a statement. Maybe we can
get your brother to talk

find out
who killed Walton.

No.

I'm sorry. That's,
that's my brother.

'I can't.'

I talked to Shelley's
co-workers.

- Her alibi checks out.
- Figures.

She didn't
feel right for it anyway.

Still, she could be
an accomplice. Where's Jane?

Uh, first thing
in the morning

he had Cho take him
back to Carson.

Oh, what for?
Lansdale isn't talking

and the killer's
on the outside. Whatever.

Any breaks on finding
Lansdale's hit man?

I talked to Hangtree PD.

They don't have any ideas about
a murder-for-hire candidate.

Lansdale's known associates
on the outside

are a pretty small list.
His whole gang's still in jail.

I read the file from the jewelry
store burglary last month

and there's nothing there.
We need a new angle.

What is it?

There is one angle
I could try.

'Well, I thought
you'd be back.'

But I didn't think
you'd bring a gift.

We just need a moment
of your time.

Can I get you
somethin' to drink?

- No.
- I wasn't talking to you.

- No, thank you.
- Mm. You get on that yet?

I warned her you'd be crude.

Couldn't close the deal, huh?

Look, we need your help finding
the killer of Walton Parsell.

Yeah, you said you could find
the killer in ten minutes.

If I wanted to do that,
but why would I wanna do that?

To show me you can.

Show me you're not just
full of big talk.

Well, the least you
could do is ask nice.

I know you know how
to ask nice.

Please, dad.
I need your help.

Alright. We need to find
a woman by the name of Rocket.

Old flame of mine.

She knows everything
that goes on in Hangtree.

- Rocket? Real name?
- Elaine Hamilton.

Got an address?

Well, I don't know
where she sleeps

but I know where she lives--
this jailbird bar in town.

- Can you take us to her?
- Yeah. I can do that.

Just give me a second.
I'll get my keys.

'He was trying to, uh,
transfer Lansdale?'

'See, that's Walton for you.'

'Meant well, but naive.'

'Lansdale sounds like
a good target for transfer.'

Lansdale is the muscle
at Carson.

Nobody's gonna talk
to Walton.

They don't wanna
find themselves

on the bad end
of Lansdale's knife.

He did his own dirty work?

He who holds the knife
gets the respect from the guys.

You wanna stay on top,
you gotta back it up.

Wow. This is great.

Reality TV at its finest.

Everything that happens
in cellblock "C"

is right here
on these monitors.

Lansdale's too hard-core
for a small place.

You didn't think
about transfer yourself?

We're guards, not supermen.

Having a shark like Lansdale
in the tank

keeps all these guys in line.

He does your job for you.
That's nice.

So you disapproved of Walton
going after Lansdale.

I didn't have any knowledge
of that Walton's agenda.

That would be supposition.

Okay.

Oh, you see these two? They're
about to punch each other.

'Look at the way their shoulders
are set. It's very primal.'

So are we done here?
I got work to do.

Jane, you have anything else?

Oh! There they go.
Look, look, look, look. Fight.

We got a fight
in northwest hallway "B."

Somebody break it up.
Okay, I'm on my way.

Lock the--
lock the hallway down.

Jane, unless you have something,
we need to get out of here.

No, you go. I'll, I'll get
a ride home somehow.

- This is way too good.
- Alright.

Way too good.

- You gonna be here all day?
- Oh, there you are.

I don't wanna scare you,
but, uh...

I did some time
myself once.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah.

Anyway, uh,
when I was inside,

there were prisoners
with privileges.

What do you
call those, trustees?

- Yeah.
- You have some here?

- Yeah, we have a few.
- I'd like to talk to them.

Okay. Let's go.

Those guys in the blue..

..that's trustees
from cellblock "C."

- That's, that's Walton's block.
- Hmm.

'The bald man
with the tattoo..'

...he got long left
on his sentence?

- Velasquez.
- Yeah.

Down to his last year.

I'll take him.

Jorge! Over here.

Let's take two.
Keep 'em honest.

Uh, the guy on the other end.
Other side of the table.

Nick Monaco.
Another short-timer.

He's not a murderer,
is he?

No, Nicky's
a second-story man.

A thief. Got clean hands.
Him, too.

'Nicky! Over here.'

'This is the place alright.'

You wait here.
I'll go get her.

No, we'll get her.

You two go walking in there
looking like

the cop family Robinson,
the joint will clear out

'and you'll never
find Rocket.'

Okay. You're not back in
two minutes, we're coming in.

You got it,
officer. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.
'Sup, Peckerwoods?

You know that game
that kids play?

"My dad can beat up
your dad"?

No one ever played
that with me.

- He's a character.
- Yep.

Maybe this will bring
you two closer together.

Don't hold your breath.

'Hey! Put it down!'

You get her.
I'm going in.

Stop!

- '...so bad now..'
- Lower your weapon now!

Get on outta here, boy.

I'm a cop.
Everybody stay calm.

- He's got a knife.
- Yeah, I can see that.

What the hell's
going on in here?

Seems Andy over here
was a little mad

over the last time
we crossed paths.

Wanted to fistfight,
only I don't do fistfights.

- A waste of time. Right, Andy?
- Let me go. Please?

Just put the knife down!
Let me handle this.

'The hell with that.'

'Dad, nobody
needs to get cut'

and nobody needs to get shot.
Just put the knife down.

Guess ol' Andy here ain't gonna
be taking any more pokes at me.

That's for sure.

You, get outta here.

Your turn.

Put the gun away,
and we'll call this a wash.

Better.

Let's go.

What are you trying to do,
embarrass me?

Never get between me
and my business again.

I just saved
your life in there.

What, that clown? He wasn't
gonna pull the trigger.

Really?
And how'd you know?

Weakness, son. Weakness.
Lives in the eyes.

Meet Rocket.
She's faster than she looks.

- What the hell, Rigs?
- I told you to play nice.

'You know something
about a prison guard'

'getting killed in town?'

No. No, sir, I do not.

If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'.

Tell 'em.Tell 'em!

Butch Carwin.

Came into the bar last night.

Flashed a wad of cash
that would choke a mule.

Said he dropped
some prison guard for the dough.

Where can we find Corwin?

Well, he owns some land out near
the quarry off route 23.

Alright.
Thanks for your assistance.

You some kind
of VIP or somethin'?

Something. You boys can relax.
I'm an ex-con myself.

Writing wolf tickets,
talking out your neck. I'm hip.

- Whatever you say, pal.
- Okay.

That's an interesting tattoo.
Looks fresh. You just get that?

Yeah. My cousin just landed
in here for drugs.

- Nice.
- He's a real artist.

Well, maybe Nick
could use his services.

Not me.
I'm not into all that ink.

Old school. I get it.

I take care of myself.
So what?

Nothing wrong with that.

What's through there?

It's a loading bay
for the laundry.

Let's go take a look,
shall we?

Do the laundry for every hotel
and restaurant in Hangtree.

Wow. Must keep
the prisoners very busy.

'Three shifts a day.'

Yeah, all us trustees work as
supervisors here in the laundry.

Must know the movers
and shakers around here, huh?

Guys like Lansdale.

I know to mind
my own business.

You know, you seem like
a smart guy.

- Don't be an idiot.
- Excuse me?

If you know something

maybe about Lansdale and his
reign of terror then tell me.

I can get
your sentence shortened.

Listen here.

I got six months
left in this joint

and then I'm free.

I'd like to spend
those six months unstabbed.

I get it. I've been down.
Snitches get stitches.

Oh, see, that's
a popular misconception.

The stitches
are for live people.

Got it.

'Is that him?'

'Mask doesn't help,
but yeah, I think so.'

Looks like Butch Carwin's
got himself

a good old-fashioned
meth lab.

'And he's armed.'

That's probable cause.
We can take him in right now.

We should call
for backup.

No need.
This is gonna be easy.

You don't need to prove
anything to anyone.

Huh?

Your father is the last
person in the world

you should be
trying to impress.

You're a good person in spite of
him. You don't owe him anything.

You got me wrong. I don't
give a damn about my dad.

I'm just saying we can take
Carwin down now, no problem.

CBI! Down to the ground,
Carwin! Get down!

- 'On the ground!'
- Who's there? Who's there?

- I can't see anything, man!
- I'll pass.

- Get down on the ground now!
- Okay, okay. Son of a bitch.

Facedown on the ground!
Arms out to the side now.

Pretty good trick.

Yep. Always worked
on my dad.

We've got you
for production

of methamphetamine
and illegal weapons.

Who knows what else
we're gonna find?

I'm just no damn good.
That's the truth.

You recognize this man?

I might have done
a piece of time

with a fella
like that once. Lansdale.

What about this man?

Oh, him I don't know.
Looks like a cop.

He's the man you killed
for Marcus Lansdale.

Okay, hold up.
I did what now?

Murder for hire.
It's a capital crime.

You finger Lansdale, you'll just
go to jail for a long time.

Okay, look, I don't know
who's telling you what

but I've never seen
that fella in my life.

Why don't you tell me
where you were two nights ago?

Oh, I was cooking up meth.

Hang tight, Butch.
It's gonna be a long day.

Hello?

Lisbon, it's Jane.
I'm in jail. Come join me.

You're still in Carson? Why?

Uh, I'm catching
the killer, of course.

Look, we've got a pretty good
suspect in holding here.

You would know that
if you answered your phone.

These places aren't exactly
built for their reception.

Anyway, trust me, Lisbon.

'Get your car keys.
Get in your car.'

And..

Lisbon? Yeah.

'What's this about?'

Uh, the gentleman with
the shaking leg right there.

Tomas. Come on.

Aw, man.

Looks like heroin.

Uh, and I think if you check
the water fountain

you might find, uh...

huh?

Bingo.

It's not mine, man.

I'm sure it's not.
Let's go. Let's go.

Don't be so sure.
Let's go. Let's go.

You had me drive
all the way out here

to watch you bust
a drug dealer?

It wasn't a bust.

I just had to check to see
if my informant's info was good.

Informant?

Yeah, I got one of the prisoners
talking. Gonna give us Lansdale.

Which prisoner
did you get talking?

Nick, the thief.

Yeah. I did
the ol' razzle-dazzle on him.

It was very cop.

He's ready to make
a statement as soon as we can

draw up the paperwork
to get him outta here.

Nobody likes a snitch.

Let's get him outta here.

Take it.

The drug bust in the cafeteria,
I know who talked.

- Oh, yeah? Who?
- Nick, the thief.

Nick?

Cop said
he's giving you up next.

No, he's not.
You get me a knife.

Just before lights out.
You be ready.

Lab techs just finished
going through the stuff

we seized from Carwin.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

It's turning out
to be a pretty nice case.

Meth lab but a garage full
of stolen stereos

and about 600 cartons
of untaxed cigarettes.

Looks like your dad
came through for once.

Wait. What?

I said it looks like
your dad--

- Untaxed cigarettes?
- Yeah? So?

Cover for me.
I gotta go.

Kind of busy here, boy.

Your lead was crap.

Butch Carwin
didn't kill that guard

but he is smuggling
cigarettes, like you.

That's a weird
coincidence, huh?

I think
I'll freshen this up.

'Yeah, you should.'

She lied for you to help
take out a rival.

Only thing a cop's
ever good for--

getting rid
of the competition.

Besides, you got yourself
a nice, big bust

for you and the redhead.
Everybody's happy.

You used me.

Hey, what's family for?

You know?
I think your mom--

Don't talk about my mom.
Shut up. You shut up!

Well, now..

...thinking that maybe taking
a punch at the old man

will fix you up right?

'Give you some inner peace?'

But before you swing,
you remember what I said before.

I don't do fistfights.

Come ahead, son.

'Locking up
in 15 minutes, gentlemen.'

'Kill that snitch.'

'Nick, I'm comin' for you.'

Drop the knife, Lansdale.

Don't make me have to
pepper-spray your ass.

You know the drill.

This enough to send him
to supermax?

I gotta say Walton would have
liked to have seen this.

Don't worry. We'll pack
your bags for you.

Yeah? Well,
you can all go to hell.

And that goes
double for Nick.

It's all over this place that
he was the one snitching on me.

Get him outta here.

Get him outta here.

I know somebody's
gonna get that rat!

Take him outta here.
Lock the cellblock down.

You better move Nick
to an isolation unit.

We put him in the laundry room
on the night shift. Let's go.

Time's up, Nicky.

Nick?

Where'd Nick go?

- You seen Nick?
- He was just at the desk.

Well, he's not now.

We've got a missing convict.
Put us on lockdown.

'Lockdown on cell block "C".
Inmate missing.'

Is it a rabbit?

Yeah, it's a rabbit.

Rabbit dancing?

Rabbits don't dance.

Cho, got our laundry truck.

Guys, light it up.

Sir, I'm gonna need you
to step out of the vehicle.

'Olly, Olly, oxen free!'

Some bitch!

I had to run. You made
everyone think I was a snitch.

Yeah, well,
I'm sorry about that.

My bad, but I just thought
it was the best way

for you to show us how
you sneak in and out of prison.

Just like you did the night
you killed Walton.

I got nothin' to say.

Well, we have ways
of making you talk.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Keeping warm.

You burn my whole stash?

Yup.

Hard-core.

I do you. You do me, and that's
the way it should be.

So does that make us even?

No.

Alright, son.

Just this once.

I'll give you a fair chance.

Too much damn cop in you, boy.

we're not done yet.

Should've used the knife.

See you around, son.

The laundry truck driver
is in the other room

singing like a bird.

Save us some time and talk,
and we'll move you

to the east coast where nobody
knows you're a snitch.

I never snitched.
This guy here made that up.

Oh, well, have fun
explaining that

to the boys
on the cellblock.

What the hell.
I'm cooked, right?

I was supposed to get out
in six months.

I wanted to have something
waiting for me.

So I found
that jewelry store in town.

I promised that driver
a share if he'd sneak me out.

Yes, his poor taste in jewelry was a very early clue.

So I robbed the place.

It went smooth.

So I figure,
let's do another one.

And that's when you ran
into Walton.

Kid didn't have to be
a hero.

He could've just
left it alone.

Uh, I guess, that's just
how he was, you know?

He had to try and do
the right thing.

Thought I got away clean.

Well, I figured someone that was
getting in and out of prison

must have the trust
of the guards

hence a trustee,
and the laundry

well, that's just
the smartest way out.

That could have been
any one of us.

Yes, but you and Jorge
stood out.

That's why I chose you both.

His tattoo was far better work

than the average prison work
you see, and fresh.

Then he mentioned
his cousin, the artist

which leaves you and your
perfectly manicured digits.

There's not a nail salon
in prison, is there?

- I like to look right.
- Mm.

I'm old school.

I never killed anyone on any
of my jobs. I never had to.

I was too good
to need violence.

But still,
you took a knife with you.

Someone stands
in front of you

gonna take
away everything

you gotta put him down.

I mean, right or wrong,
you put him down.

You get that.

Don't you?

Hey.

Hey. What happened
to you tonight?

- Something with your dad?
- Yeah.

I was gonna make coffee.

Do you wanna go to the shop
down the street, talk about it?

No, I'm fine.

I'm better
than fine, actually.

Alright.

Wait. There's just
one more thing.

I'm sorry, but I'm not
gonna be at your wedding.

Oh.

That's too bad.

You have something else
planned that day?

No. You see,
the problem is..

...I'm still
in love with you.

- You can't--
- Hold on.

I'm not trying
to win you back.

You're marrying a good man.
That's not gonna change.

But neither am I.

This whole thing
where we pretend

that we're just friends,
it, it doesn't work.

I don't know
if it willwork

but I know one thing. I can't
watch you marry another man.

Alright.

You have a good day..

...and a good life.

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