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Sucre : There
are three things for certain in life---death, taxes and
count. Only way to stop count is...
Michael : What?
Sucre : Never mind. It's a bad idea.
Michael : Worse than the idea of losing Maricruz?
Sucre : A lockdown. We get Gen Pop locked
down for a day, you'll have all the time you need.
Michael : And no count?
Sucre : Bulls
don't even come by. Only one problem.
Michael : How do we get a lockdown?
Sucre : Can you get to the prison AC unit?
Michael : Maybe.
Sucre : You want a lockdown, you got to get the
inmates riled up. And if you want to
piss off the meat in
concrete,
turn up the heat.
Man : I thought you were retired.
Diamond : Never mind me. Some
heavy hitters want
this done, so that means I want it done. No screw ups.
Man : For you, Diamond, it's not a problem, Burrows is
as good as
dead.
Sara : Hottest April on record.
Michael : Global warming.
Sara : Probably. You got a minute?
Michael : Uh-huh. About five years worth.
Sara : Sorry, right, um... You never told me Lincoln
Burrows is your brother.
Michael : It never came up.
Sara : Right. I'm curious if that isn't because of my
father, the governor. He may not be the one pulling the
switch, but you and I both know - he has the power to
grant clemency, and he won't, and he never does.
Michael : My old man was an abusive drunk who
abandoned his family. I don't judge anyone by their
father's actions. Or inactions. If that was your
concern.
Sara : Just so you know, I don't agree with his
politics. I'm sorry about your brother.
Michael : I appreciate that.
Sara : Hey, this isn't much. Um... I have to give
Lincoln a weekly checkup now. If you want, I could
schedule those visits to end right before you come in
for your shots. That way, uh, you could at least see
each other, even if it's just in passing.
Michael : Thank you.
Sara : Yeah.
T-bag : You got to do something about the heat.
Geary : Doing the best we can.
T-bag : Your best is garbage. It's a hundred degrees
in here.
Geary : Look like I got frostbite to you? Line up!
T-bag : Why don't you transfer us all someplace
cooler... like Africa?
Geary : Get your ass on the line, convict.
T-bag : We'll move when the temperature situation is
rectified, all right?
Mack : Hey, Bellick, this is Mack in Cell Block. We
got some cons popping off.
Bellick :
Give 'em a smack, throw 'em on the line and write 'em
up. If you can't handle it, don't cash your paycheck
this week.
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