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T-bag :
Been doing a little, uh, thinking. I'm gonna need a PI
card, aren't I? I mean that's where this whole thing is
happening, isn't it?
Abruzzi : It's on its way.
T-bag : You're slow-walking me, aren't you?
Abruzzi : Why would I do such a thing?
T-bag : You think Bellick's gonna pop me for shanking
that C.O. Bob. Maybe you'll take a little walk and tell
him for yourself, right? Then, I'll be
out of your hair
for good. Well, I got news for you. If I go down for
killing Bob, believe me, I'm gonna take a little walk of
my own. Tell them about that hole you got behind your
toilet. So... how about that PI card?
L. J. : I don't know if you remember, but that summer
before fifth grade, when I stayed with you a couple
weeks, and you thought I broke your glass coffee
table...
Lincoln : Uh-huh.
L. J. : And when you came home, I denied it. But you
told me you could care less about the coffee table. You
just didn't want me lying to you. And you said I'd feel
a lot better if I just told you the truth. And you
promised not to be angry.
Lincoln : I remember.
L. J. : Well, I broke it.
Lincoln : I know.
L. J. : You know, if there's anything that you want to
get off your chest,
you can tell me. And I promise I won't get angry.
C.O. : What the hell are you doing here?
Abruzzi : Clean up detail.
Michael : We thought this was storage.
C.O. : This look like storage to you, you idiot? It's
a restricted area! It's the C.O.'s break room. Now back
it up! Back it up, now!
Abruzzi : Sorry. Won't happen again.
Sucre : Frickin' break room. Are you kidding me?
Michael : They must have changed it since the
retrofit.
Sucre : The bulls are camped out in there. They'll
never leave.
Abruzzi : You got a backup plan?
Michael : There isn't one. It's the only room sitting
on top of that pipe. It's the only way out, and we've
gotta get back in there.
Michael : That's impossible, Fish.
Lincoln : Maybe not. Check it out.
Sucre : I don't get it. How come they let him to the
guard's room?
Lincoln : He's a trustee, ones with a high security
clearance.
Sucre : Why him?
Lincoln : He can be trusted.
Michael : How does one become a trustee?
Lincoln : Just have a spotless record for the last 30
years.
Sucre : Pretty much count's all of us out.
Michael : Which means we've gotta get him
on board.
Lincoln : Forget it. The guy's a Boy Scout.
Michael : Mr. Westmoreland?
Westmoreland : Hey, Michael.
Michael : Have you found your cat yet?
Westmoreland : Still
M.I.A.
Michael : You can always get another.
Westmoreland : I don't want another. Besides, it's a
moot point. She was grandfathered. Once she's gone, no
more pets.
Michael : Wouldn't be an issue if you were on the
outside.
Westmoreland : Still tugging on that leash, eh?
Michael : Yup. And this is the part where I extend a
formal invitation.
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