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Veronica :
Hello!
Leticia : Don't you move
a muscle.
Veronica : Take it easy, Leticia.
Leticia : You're working with them, aren't you? Think
I'm stupid, lady? I hear the clicks on my phone, I see
the cars out there on the street.
Veronica : I know you're scared. I am, too. But,
please, put the gun down. Where you going?
Leticia : Ireland. What difference does it make?
Veronica :
It makes all the
difference. Nobody's ever
gotten your testimony.
Leticia : That's exactly the reason I'm still
breathing.
Veronica : I'm not with them, Leticia. You have to
believe me.
Leticia : Oh, yeah? Then what you sneaking in here
for?
Veronica : I thought maybe they'd gotten to you.
Leticia : Oh, yeah? And why do you care so much about
my well-being,
all of a sudden?
Veronica : I don't.
Leticia : Finally, an honest answer.
Veronica : But maybe you can save Lincoln. And maybe
you can bring down the guys who killed your boyfriend in
the process. If somebody killed you, and Crab could have
done something to the guys who did it--- you think he
would have?
Leticia : I'm not as strong as he was. I can't take those people on.
Veronica : I'll take 'em on. All you have to do is
come to my office and tell me what you know. I'll type
it up, you can sign the affidavit, and split. I'll take
you to the airport myself.
Policeman : How are those boneyard visits going with
that girlfriend of yours? I imagine pretty good, huh?
You know, visitation rules stipulate that conjugals are
only for married couples.
Sucre : But we're engaged. Besides, I got that coming
to me 'cause I ain't caused no static in this place.
Please don't dead my conjugals.
Policeman : I won't.
Sucre : Thank you.
Policeman : But, in exchange, you have to tell me
where that cell phone is.
Sucre : Cell phone?
Policeman : Don't play
stupid with me. I'm giving you a chance
to save your precious conjugals. You lie to me, they're
gone, and they're never coming back. Where's that cell
phone? Turner? Your transfer came in. They want you in
administration.
Lincoln : He didn't talk.
Sucre : All I got to say is I better get to make all
the calls I want.
Michael : Gonna be kind of hard.
Sucre : Soap? I lost my congugals over soap?!
Michael : You may have lost your conjugals, but I can
do you one better. I can get you to her.
Sucre : To Maricruz. You can get me to Maricruz?
Michael : That's right.
Sucre : Yeah? And how you gonna do that?
Michael : We're breaking out of here.
Sucre : How?
Michael : It starts in our cell.
Sucre : In our cell?
Michael : To tell you the truth, it's already started.
Sucre : Ah. Are you crazy?! You think I want to break
out of here? 16 months from now, I'm out the gate. I'm
getting married, papi,
and I'm sure as hell not doing it with no posse on my ass.
Man, I ought to beat you
six ways till Sunday! I lost my
conjugals, pendejo.
And all because of your little bar of soap.
Michael : I had to test you; see if you could keep a
secret.
Sucre : You want a secret? I got a secret for you,
Fish. You dig in my cell while I'm there, and I'm gonna
split your wig.
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