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Hey, Smitty, anyone heard from Rivers yet?

SMITTY: (ON RADIO) Negative.

I don't mind the overtime, but you'd think he'd at least call.

SMITTY: We'll advise if he checks in.

Copy. I'm gonna take a leak.

Hey, Smitty, I got something down here by the utility closet.

It looks like it might be blood.

-SMITTY: Did you say blood? -Yeah.

I'm gonna check it out but...

You'll want to send somebody down, though.

SMITTY: Copy.

(GASPS) Oh, my God. Rivers.

TATE: We found him last night.

It's the second guard in three months.

ROSSI: Both stabbed in the neck with a sock stuffed in their mouth.

TATE: Yeah, that's what made me think to call you.

The sock could be some kind of signature, couldn't it?

It's possible.

Forgive me, Warden Tate, but this is a prison we're talking about.

Isn't every inch of the place covered with surveillance?

TATE: It's an older facility, and we're still making updates to the system,

but Officer Hightower was killed in a riot incident

where inmates temporarily disabled the cameras.

Well, this could be a retaliatory act against the administration.

In which case it could happen again.

TATE: Yeah, that's exactly what I'm afraid of.

Look, I only took over six months ago, and two men are dead.

They had families.

Warden, we're here to help however we can.

Let us discuss it with our team

and we'll get back to you as soon as possible.

TATE: Yeah, sounds good. Thank you both.

Federal penitentiary. Technically it is on our watch.

A privately owned penitentiary outsourced by the DOJ.

-How'd you meet this guy? -At a conference in D.C.

He was a lobbyist for the same company that owns the prison.

Why go from a lobbyist on the Hill to a prison warden in east Texas?

Apparently he got a nice salary package for taking the job.

And now he's in over his head.

(SIGHS) Two thousand inmates,

and probably half of them already in there for violent crimes.

Well, the good news and the bad news is,

we've already got our suspect pool.

(SPIRITUAL SONG PLAYING)

(METAL DOOR SLAMS)

HOTCH: "When the prison doors are opened, the real dragon will fly out."

Ho Chi Minh.

Officers Keith Rivers and Rudy Hightower,

both career prison guards, both married, kids,

nothing out of the ordinary.

The uniform could be the target.

Kill a guard, any guard, it doesn't matter which one.

KATE: And what about the sock in the mouth?

It might be some kind of warning

to keep quiet, you know, like, "put a sock in it."

It could have also just been a gag to, literally, keep the victims quiet.

Well, either way, we're probably looking at multiple UnSubs.

This would be very difficult to pull off alone.

Multiple UnSubs in a prison, sounds like a gang.

But gangs have gang leaders and the murders could lead back to one of them,

and by them, I mean him.

Julio Watson, founder of the Southside Crip Nation.

He transferred in a month before the murders started.

Wonder if it's a coincidence.

Excuse me, sir. Even I am befuddled.

I found almost nothing on this prison, but this is what I do know.

The Reagan Federal Penitentiary was opened in 1969

just outside of Liberty, Texas. Oh, the irony, I know.

And then it was scheduled to be shut down,

but Citadel Corrections Company bought it a year ago from Uncle Sam.

The business of incarceration is extremely lucrative

and virtually recession-proof.

Citadel Corrections Company

has more than quadrupled their holdings

since they were founded 20 years ago.

They now have 19 facilities all across the country.

59,603 prisoners in their charge.

Guess I had it wrong all this time. Crime does pay.

(SPIRITUAL SONG PLAYING)

GUARD: Two vehicles coming in.

GUARD: Close it up!

Agent Hotchner, it's good to see you, sir.

Thank you again for coming all this way.

Hopefully we can help, Warden.

Oh, Agent Rossi. Hey, it's great to meet you.

Likewise, Warden.

HOTCH: This is our team. This is Agent Callahan,

Agent Jareau, Dr. Reid, and Agent Morgan.

Hey.

This is Captain Shavers, head of security.

He can help you with anything you need.

Call me Dale, please. And welcome. It's good to have you all here.

-Right this way. -(DOOR BUZZES)

DALE: Gun lockers for your weapons and ammo are right here.

Obviously we had to move Officer Rivers' body,

but per your request, we left everything else as is.

-HOTCH: Thank you. -Thank you for coming.

Polinsky, I want those sign-out forms logged in before the next shift.

Make sure we get them visitor badges.

Close.

If you don't mind, I got a few things I need to tend to,

but I'll catch up with you ASAP.

I'm sorry there's no cell signal inside the walls.

We had to jam it.

Inmates smuggling phones in?

Yeah, it's been a problem, one of many.

What about Wi-Fi?

We got you set up as close to the router as possible,

but it's still glitchy. It drives me nuts.

Back when I worked on the Hill, I couldn't survive without my phone.

I got a teenager at home who knows exactly how you feel.

TATE: (LAUGHS) Well, we have got a good old-fashioned land line

and fax machine for you, though.

I thought I was the only one that still used those.

And there actually is a pretty decent signal outside,

so you're not completely cut off.

We'll provide your meals. Food's not much to speak of,

especially breakfast,

so you may want to grab something over by your hotel and bring it in.

JJ: Excuse me, Doctor, when's the coroner coming to pick him up?

I don't know.

Any idea how long the autopsy will take?

M.E.: No, none.

JJ: Okay, then, is there anything you can tell us?

Sorry. I'm not out here that much. Excuse me, please.

ROSSI: Check this out.

His fingers are broken.

That other guard, Hightower, his fingers were broken, too.

And if I remember right, seven, just like this guy.

The M.E. said Hightower's were defensive wounds.

Probably happened in the struggle during the riot.

I don't see any obvious defensive wounds on him.

Yeah. We need an autopsy.

Good luck with that.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna go light a fire under Dr. Helpful out here.

I bet all the inmates know

exactly what areas are covered by surveillance.

That they do.

The lock's not picked,

so they either stole a key from a guard or took one off the victim.

But how did they get him all the way back here?

They either waited or lured him here somehow.

And look at this shelf. It's pretty high.

It had to take at least two attackers to get him up here.

What's the deal with the shoddy surveillance?

I mean, this is a big hallway. No cameras?

Ask our corporate office. Maybe you'll have better luck than I did.

What do you mean by that?

It's okay. You can level with us.

I requested cameras, dozens of times,

but I got shot down because upgrades cost money.

You want me to level with you, okay.

These CCC college boys have their heads up their asses.

The warden's a fair enough man, but he's one of them.

Twenty years I've been here. They don't care about us or this place.

The only thing they care about is a bottom line,

and my guys are dying because of it.

MAN: Captain, DSEG supervisors are ready for you in the main office.

Copy that, I'll be right up.

-Can you two find your way back? -Yeah. We're good.

You know, Callahan, there's one other possibility we need to consider.

What if a guard is actually involved?

It just means we've got to be careful who we can trust.

INMATE 1: Yo, Gene, you got my carnitas?

INMATE 2: How long you think they're gonna keep us on lockdown?

A watched pot never boils.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

A watched pot never what?

Nobody asked you about no pot, man.

What does that even mean? Damn!

About time. I'm starvin'.

Come here, boy.

-The Feds are here. -What?

You heard me.

And you better keep your damn mouth shut.

Mr. Watson. Sorry for the wait.

I hope y'all know I had to rearrange my entire schedule.

I have back-to-back meetings and a conference call after lunch.

Well, we appreciate your understanding.

What's up, bro?

They bring you in here so we could relate?

Not exactly, brother.

We just want to ask you a few questions about Officers Hightower and Rivers.

I ain't do it.

-MORGAN: You didn't do what? -I ain't killed 'em.

ROSSI: And we should just believe you.

Come on, y'all both know if it was me, I'd be braggin' about it already.

What'd I got to hide? What, they gonna give me more time?

I got life plus 30 already.

That mean after I die, I gotta be back up in here anyway.

All right, then, do you know anything about who might be involved?

Nah, man, me and my people, we don't mess with socks.

It's melodramatic.

You know about that?

I know about a lot.

Just not who did it.

MORGAN: And you're not exactly crying over it, though, are you?

RIVERS: Turn up the pressure there, Hightower. He can take more than that.

HIGHTOWER: Come on, Julio, stand up.

HIGHTOWER: Come on! RIVERS: Come on!

RIVERS: He can take it. Turn it up.

HIGHTOWER: Aren't you soaked, Julio? RIVERS: Come on, get up.

RIVERS: Stand up, man.

Them two cops, world's better off without 'em.

According to who? You?

Me and everybody else in here wearing green.

Ask around.

Due respect, Julio,

but you're a mass murderer who copped a plea

and flipped on your friends in exchange for a lesser sentence.

You're not exactly what I would call a reliable character witness.

Believe whatever you want. But trust, I hated them pigs.

Matter of fact, I wish I had done it.

It would have given me something to do to pass the time.

There's a couple more guys that we should talk to.

So far no one knows anything, but if they do, they're just not talking.

Maybe this has nothing to do with gang-related activity.

The one thing they all have in common is no love for Hightower or Rivers.

MORGAN: This could be personal.

Maybe someone had beef with those two.

We need to complete our profiles. The answer's in there.

-How much time do you need? -Uh...

-126 minutes, approximately. -Well, hurry.

We should go help finish those interviews.

I'll join you in a minute,

but first I'm gonna go outside and check in with Garcia.

(CLOCK TICKING)

The preliminary M.E. report on Rivers

says his fingers were broken postmortem.

Seven broken fingers could mean anything.

The number seven is widely regarded as being lucky,

and it plays a ubiquitous role in most of the world's major religions,

not to mention astrology, astronomy, literature, music.

The interesting thing about the number seven

is that it's not only a factorial prime...

Reid, did you get through the files?

I did, and I found a discrepancy.

There seems to be a prisoner unaccounted for.

Devon White.

At first I almost missed it because there's not even a file for him,

but I triple-checked the inmate manifest,

cross-checked that with the attendance logs,

and it turns out that one day, three months ago, he just vanished.

Three months ago was right before Hightower was killed.

We need to find him.

Hey!

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

-(BONES CRACKING) -(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Devon White. I...

Yeah, I didn't know him personally.

I remember him.

D-block. He was transferred to Nixon, that's one of their facilities

-just outside of Pensacola. -May I?

HOTCH: Any idea why this wasn't with the other records?

TATE: Who knows? I can't get them to do it right over at corporate.

We'd like to arrange to speak to him.

He was here before the first murder, and that's always the most significant.

-I'll make some calls. -Thank you.

GUARD: (ON RADIO) Wilson on C for Shavers.

Captain, do you copy?

Go for Shavers.

GUARD: Uh, sir, we've got a situation down here.

What happened?

GUARD: There's, uh... There's been another murder.

Seven broken fingers and a sock in the mouth.

This time there's evidence of sexual assault.

We didn't see that with the other victims.

-Who was he? -Randall Jefferson Jones,

inmate number 91751.

He was a serial rapist in the 10th year of a 20-year sentence.

How did this happen again?

These men are supposed to be locked down.

He was privileged status.

How did a serial rapist end up privileged?

Jones gave us information from time to time.

That explains the shift in victimology and the high level of violence.

Well, at least we know the killers must be someone with privileged status

on this cell block, right?

Yeah, that's over 100 guys,

and this shot could have been called from anywhere.

HOTCH: Is there surveillance in this area?

Not inside the bathroom but the hallway outside.

All right, we'll need to review the footage immediately.

You got it.

Doing this while we're here is incredibly bold. It's practically a taunt.

Or a message.

-To who? -Us.

GARCIA: Chocolate thunder, where have you been?

I've left like four messages!

I'm sorry, mama. You know there's no signal inside.

That is cruel and unusual punishment.

You know that if I don't phone flirt with you

at least twice a day, I get all itchy.

Promise me you'll check in more.

Hey, what do you think I'm doing right now? Come on, breathe.

-You got anything for me? -GARCIA: Yes, of course I do.

I have some decidedly weird information

about the first two victims, Hightower and Rivers.

They, for the past year, have had matching bank activity, and a lot of it.

Like one guy would withdraw cash

and the other one would deposit the exact same amount,

sometimes as low as 200 bucks, a couple times as high as 2,000.

They even wrote checks to each other.

If I was a betting woman,

I would bet that these two have been paying off bets.

That's nice work, baby girl. Good job.

GARCIA: Thank you. Hey, take care of yourself.

Come on, you know me.

Yeah, I do. That's why I'm saying it.

Can't see anything on the surveillance footage.

They cut the lights in the hallway and the cameras don't have IR.

How'd they get access to the power?

Same way they got into that closet.

One of the guards is definitely in on this.

HOTCH: Maybe not willingly.

There have been cases where inmates have manipulated

prison staff with threats.

Guys, I've been looking for connections between our victims,

and I think I may have found something.

Before our dead convict, Randall Jefferson Jones,

achieved privileged status,

he just happened to be cellmates with Devon White.

Okay, so why does Devon's name keep popping up?

I thought the same thing, so I kept searching,

which oddly enough led me back to Hightower and Rivers.

They filed more disciplinary write-ups

than any other guards in the entire prison,

-and guess who got a lot of them. -Devon White.

Yeah, but for relatively minor infractions...

Improperly made bed, non-regulation clothing.

They once put him in solitary confinement

for hiding candy bars under his bed.

I wonder why they rode him so hard.

Here's the strange thing, though.

He has no history of physical violence in his past,

yet he made frequent visits to the infirmary

for injuries related to fighting.

Do we have medical files here?

No, we need to check the infirmary.

M.E.: There it is.

Okay. Devon White.

Looks like he was in here quite a bit.

Broken nose, stitches, missing tooth.

He may not have been a violent guy when he got here,

but this place certainly turned him into one.

This man was sexually assaulted several times,

but why am I not seeing anything in here about a rape kit?

No evidence collection, nothing.

Probably didn't want to file a report. See it all the time.

Do you think this has anything to do

with the sexual assault of the third victim?

You mean like an eye for an eye? It's a good bet.

We need to find Devon White.

Meantime, we need to talk to someone who knew him.

Somebody in this place knows something.

Hell, yeah, I remember Devon, from up in the library.

JJ: You two were pretty good buddies?

He's the one helped me get my GED.

He's a good dude.

They transferred him up out of here.

He all right?

Mr. Sam Pritchett.

I'm Agent David Rossi. How you doin'?

Can't complain.

Well, you could, but who'd be listening, right?

Can I get you something? Water? Coffee?

Okay.

I, uh, I wanted to ask you about Devon White.

It says here you worked in the library with him.

Till they assigned me to another work detail.

I see you worked there almost 20 years.

-Why the change? -Not my choice.

So did that have anything to do with Officer Hightower?

You know, I ask that because I see his name on the work transfer.

GUARD: Hi there, Sam. You miss us?

Up.

You got a lot of books.

-HIGHTOWER: Get over here. -Got a lot of books, Sam.

Don't you know you're not supposed to have books?

It's against the rules.

I go where they tell me to go.

Right.

So what can you tell me about Devon?

Good kid, hard worker, loved to read.

Not like most of these other knuckleheads.

So you two were pretty close.

Ah, I, you know, liked to look out for him.

ROSSI: And why is that?

SAM: Some of these young cats that come in here,

they get overwhelmed.

Ain't got the makeup for it.

INMATE: What you doing, newbie? Where you from, brother?

(LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What's up, young blood?

Sam.

Devon.

ROSSI: So he was a good kid.

Well, that, uh... That's funny,

because I got a stack of disciplinary write-ups that say different.

In fact, Officer Hightower and another guy, Rivers,

they wrote Devon up a lot,

even took him to the infirmary for fighting.

I don't know nothin' about that.

Well, did they have some kind of problem with Devon?

You'd have to ask them.

They're both dead.

You don't say.

Okay, then.

What are you not telling me?

'Cause I'm sitting here looking at you looking at me,

and my gut says you know exactly what's going on in here.

I don't know nothin'.

Shh.

Before the CCC took over, Devon White was a model inmate.

He never got written up. Not one infirmary visit.

None of that started until Officers Hightower and Rivers were hired.

And that's right around the same time they started exchanging all that money.

That bank activity has to have something to do with this.

If they were paying off bets, what could they be betting on?

Some kind of regular poker game, maybe.

Sports, maybe a fight.

What if it's some sort of sanctioned violence right here at the prison?

You mean like a fight club?

I mean, I have heard of that happening in prisons.

Maybe it was their own sadistic version of that using inmates.

That could explain why Devon was fighting.

So the sock in the mouth and the seven broken fingers

must be related to a specific event.

And if I'm guessing, an event involving Devon White.

Our presence here is forcing the issue.

Up.

Captain, I got something.

Take him downstairs.

Get in there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(OUTER DOOR CLOSES)

I should have figured it out sooner.

Now I'm gonna give you a chance to come clean.

Who was helping you?

Huh?

Who was helping you?

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Who was it? Who?

You gonna make me disappear, too?

You better tell me who it was.

They're gonna figure it out.

They're gonna find you, you son of a bitch.

Last chance. Who was it?

Maybe me and you can share a cell someday.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, my... What happened?

Son of a bitch went berserk. Damn near bit my nose off.

I bopped him pretty good, but I guess

he must have caught his head on the door or something

when he went down. Oh...

We, uh, found all that hidden in his cell.

Oh, damn it.

TATE: Go get that cut taken care of.

I'm good, sir. I'd like to stay and help.

Shavers, you've done enough. Go.

Captain, I'll meet you in the infirmary. I have a few questions.

All right. This won't take long. I'll come find you.

His name is Patrick Butler, inmate number 312773.

Found the same socks, same shanks. This must be our guy.

Well, Warden, we profiled this was the work of a group.

If Butler was involved, we've only found one of the killers.

Well, I'm gonna go share the news with corporate.

They'll be happy we're making progress.

Was Butler a violent criminal?

REID: No, not until he came here.

He was doing five years for using a toy gun

to rob five banks in three different states,

but his sentence got bumped up to 20

after he killed another inmate.

ROSSI: Just like Devon White.

Comes in non-violent and then something goes wrong.

Hey, wait, guys, look at the cell number.

Maybe it's not seven fingers,

maybe it's three on one hand, four on the other. 34.

Then I wonder what else must have happened down here.

-You really think this Butler guy did it? -It's possible.

And our profile may have led Shavers right to him.

But if this is about foul play, why would Shavers want him dead?

He may have known too much about something the captain's trying to hide.

You think the warden knows about all this?

I don't think so. I think he's just trying to save his job.

So what's our next move?

We proceed as planned.

We keep conducting interviews

until we find out what happened to Devon White,

and then we figure out if Butler or Shavers had anything to do with it.

Hello, Tom.

I'm not gonna say anything. I already told you that.

(CHUCKLES) I know. I was just saying hello.

Oh, hey, you know, how is that beautiful little girl of yours doing?

She's gonna be eight soon? That's a great age.

Enjoy it. They grow quick.

Next thing you know, they're gone.

Shavers just radioed. He's on his way down.

It's taken him long enough.

Have Garcia monitor his cell phone.

That way we'll know if he tries to leave.

You really think he'll try and run?

He might if he's got something to hide.

Mr. Ortiz, have a seat.

I want to ask you a few questions about Devon White.

So you worked on his cell block, right?

When was the last time you saw him?

Do you remember anything special about Devon?

Oh, man, you got to be kiddin' me.

Well, of course I get the affirmative action dude.

Why couldn't you be one of the chicks?

MORGAN: It's okay if I call you Tom?

You reported directly to Officer Rivers?

Yeah, he was my block commander.

MORGAN: Do you remember this inmate?

Yeah, he looks familiar.

KATE: You took him to the infirmary four different times.

His name's Devon White.

He was on D-block.

Yeah, yeah, Devon. I remember him.

Do you remember anything about his transfer?

How about the infirmary visits?

Nope, uh, nothing.

You okay? Would you like some water?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

MORGAN: You know, Tom, well, it's just... It's a little odd.

Devon lived on your cell block...

And you saw him at least five times a week.

But all you got is, "Yeah, he looks familiar?"

There's a lot of guys on D-block.

You mind?

Okay, look, I'm just gonna cut to the chase here,

because you seem like a man who is scared and carrying a burden.

Maybe it's just stress,

I don't know, but it seems like you're hiding something

and it's eating you up.

MORGAN: Is there something you want to tell us, Tom?

Something maybe about cell number 34.

You gotta keep my daughter safe.

Please.

Weeks! I got a proposition for you.

TOM: Shavers and his guys, they're like their own little gang.

KATE: What did they do to Devon?

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

GUARD: We don't have all day, Polinsky.

One, two, three.

He told me if I talked, they'd hurt my daughter.

KATE: Okay, Tom, how did all this get started?

TOM: They'd round up a few inmates.

Misfits. You know, none of them affiliated.

They'd pick the quiet ones 'cause they knew they'd be weak.

They made Devon and Butler fight.

Those two, I guess they were, uh, close.

SHAVERS: Come on, Butler.

TOM: Like, more than friends.

And when they refused...

Come on now.

TOM: They only got it worse from Shavers and his gang.

GUARD 1: Get in there.

GUARD 2: Come on, mix it up.

(GRUNTS)

GUARD 3: Get up!

SHAVERS: Take it.

Take it.

I wasn't supposed to be down there, but I was looking for Rivers.

Polinsky.

(BUTLER WHIMPERING)

TOM: Devon's lying there, all bloody, and Butler's freakin' out.

KATE: They made you get rid of the body so you were an accessory?

(TOM SOBBING)

You helped them kill Hightower, Rivers, and Jones, too?

I couldn't kill anybody.

It was Butler and I don't know who else.

I just got 'em keys and stuff.

Will you testify to all this?

Yeah.

KATE: How was Randall Jones involved?

TOM: Jones? Their lap dog?

He'd help them out. He'd round up guys, get them information.

Whatever they needed.

INMATE: What's happening?

INMATE: Get him!

(GRUNTING)

INMATE: Hold still.

(GRUNTING)

INMATE 1: That's right. INMATE 2: Yeah.

-INMATE 3: That's what you get! -(ALARM BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Okay! Okay.

You lived in the cell next to Devon, is that correct?

Excuse me, agents. A personal body alarm was activated in A-block,

but we can't seem to get access.

A-block. That's where Morgan and Kate are.

You know, we don't want them to see this so we'll take them inside.

-Come on. -INMATE: We'll get respect then.

INMATE: Check it, man. Check it.

Locked!

You smell good.

(GRUNTS)

You get that bitch under control!

Just let her go, man.

Oh, I like her.

-INMATE: Can you handle it? -In here!

Come on, let's move.

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Right there. -(GRUNTS)

WEEKS: Gather 'round!

I want everyone to see this.

Give me this.

Do it.

Hey, I want to have some fun with this one first.

Leave her alone!

Hurry up, 'cause this won't take long.

Weeks!

What the hell you doing, man?

Mind your business!

I'm makin' it my business.

WEEKS: This ain't your show.

Now, go on, get out of here!

This ain't got nothin' to do with you, Watson.

The hell it don't.

These is Feds, you idiots.

Anything happens to them, we all end up on death row.

-Listen to him, man, he's right. -Shut up!

MORGAN: Nothing good can come from hurting us.

If you let us go, it can help some of you.

Look, we know about Shavers.

MORGAN: We have enough to bring this whole place down.

With your help, Shavers, all of them...

-Oh, shut up. -...maybe even the entire

Citadel Corrections Company.

Do 'em, Weeks. Damn you, do 'em.

He's got the entire block locked down. There's no way to get in or out.

REID: Can't we shut the system down?

It's in override. The only way to do that is from inside the booth.

Open it.

It's bolted from inside.

(TAPPING ON WINDOW)

ROSSI: Just open the door. We can work this out.

Come on, Dale, let's do this the easy way.

Dale, no!

Stay out of this, Watson.

It's too late. I'm already in it.

(GROANING) Somebody, please...

He needs help.

Oh, I got his help. Come on.

WATSON: John, let him go! Let him...

I'm just gonna help him!

KATE: No!

(ALL SCREAMING)

KATE: No!

(GUNSHOT)

MORGAN: Down, down, down. Everybody down.

Get medics in here, damn it. He's still alive.

-You all right? -Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

(TOM GROANS)

-You all right? -Yeah, yeah.

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

TATE: How could this happen?

Shavers. I trusted him.

Well, there'll be an investigation.

When we get back to D.C.

someone from our office will contact you.

I suggest you call your attorney immediately.

Hey, uh, hold up for a second.

I want to thank you for what you did in there.

Yeah, well, brothers gotta stick together, right?

(SPIRITUAL SONG PLAYING)

I think we just found Devon White.

Mr. Pritchett. We, uh, found these downstairs.

They all seem to have your name on them.

Thank you.

You take care of yourself.

(SIGHS)

You ready to get the hell out of here?

Am I ever.

ROSSI: Dwight D. Eisenhower once wrote,

"If you want total security, go to prison.

"There, you're fed, clothed, given medical care, and so on.

"The only thing lacking is freedom."