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About a year after
we got married,

I told George I wanted
to go back to college,

and he said, "What you
need an education for, mama?

You got me."

Well, I said, "How am I ever
going to learn to appreciate you

if I don't study?"

He came up with that
tuition just like that.

Oh, come on,
you're putting me on.

No, it's the truth as
I'm standing here.

Jennifer O'Brien.

Yes.

It all happened so fast.

All I saw was the gun.

He was just a blur.

- Was he white or black?
- White.

Was he taller than I am
or just about my size?

Maybe not as tall.

Well, did he, uh, have a full
beard, was he clean shaven?

What color was his
hair... Blond, black?

- I don't know.
- Do you know what he was wearing?

I just don't know.

All I could look
at was that gun.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

Maybe you can tell me something

about the victim
Jennifer O'Brien.

She was a good kid,
a little sad maybe,

but I just figured
her and her old man

just weren't getting
along too well.

Do you know anything about him?

Her husband?

He's a salesman, I think.

He's always out on the road.

At least he's never at home.

Thank you.

I'll have someone drive
you home if you like.

Oh, I'd appreciate it.

Judson, take Mrs.
Shroeder home, will you?

There's nobody at the home,
but the car here is registered

to a Robert and
Jennifer O'Brien.

The killer stood in the
doorway, he called out her name,

and when she
answered, he shot her.

What does that
sound like to you?

A professional hit.

Yeah, that's what
it sounds like to me,

but it doesn't make sense.

A local housewife doing her
laundry getting shot by a pro?

Mm-mm, just doesn't make sense.

Lieutenant.

Yeah.

What do I do with her laundry?

It just finished washing.

Uh, here, put it in the dryer

and then throw it
in back of the car

and then impound it
until we find a Mr. O'Brien.

Well, Robert J. O'Brien
is not on the road.

He's doing one to five in
Holton for manslaughter.

Went through a red light,
killed a pedestrian, kept going.

He's got three prior
convictions for drunk driving,

lost his license.

Was he notified
of his wife's death?

Not yet, no.

Let's do it ourselves.

I want to talk to him, anyway.

O'Brien, D85112,

report to the deputy
warden's office at once.

O'Brien, D85112.

Don't walk, Bobby, run.

Maybe it's good news.

Maybe they, uh,
gonna let you go.

He said me.

He said they were
going to kill me, not her.

He didn't say
anything about her.

Who said they were going
to kill you, Mr. O'Brien?

You afraid to tell us?

You think I care what
happens to me now?

Metzger... he's the
one that ordered it.

Oh, I'm gonna get
him, so help me God.

Metzger wanted a favor.

He wanted Jennifer
to be a courier.

Someone was going to
give her drugs on the outside,

and she was going to pass
'em to me on visiting days,

and I was gonna give 'em to him.

Why you and your wife?

Well, who would suspect
a 23-year-old housewife

and a drunk driver?

They said if I didn't do
it, they'd have me killed.

I didn't care.

I'd hurt her enough
already, just being in here.

I couldn't ask her.

I didn't... I didn't
even tell her.

I figured, with me dead,
she could start all over.

She was very young.

Why?

She never hurt anybody.

Maybe they approached your wife

without you even
knowing about it.

No, she would have told me.

What about a friend?

Could she have
confided in a friend?

Uh... oh, Rita.

Uh, Rita King.

Her husband's in here, too.

They used to come up together.

They used to save on gas.

You have any idea who
might have contacted your wife?

One of the Brothers.

Brothers?

The White Brothers.

They're a gang in here.

Metzger's their leader.

White Brothers.

Go on.

What do you mean, go on?

They kill people.

Ask Norderman.

Who's that?

He's the deputy warden.

He's the guy who
writes everything down.

You tell him what goes on in
here and he doesn't do anything.

He just writes it down
and sticks it into his files.

Okay, we'll talk to him.

Oh, sure.

And what about Metzger?

We'll get him.

May take a little
doing, but we'll nail him.

And then what are you
gonna do when you got him?

He's doing 20 years to life.

You gonna put him in jail?

Carl Metzger... Four
counts armed robbery,

one count murder, first degree.

He's head of the
White Brothers...

58 members on the inside

and about that
number on the outside.

White Brothers... how come
I never heard of them before?

They're new.

Organized about two years ago

when the Cadre hit
two of Metzger's boys.

The Cadre?

Yeah, the black gang.

That's their leader...
Lafayette Delacroix...

Armed robbery,
murder, kidnapping, rape.

He's got 61 men on the inside

and over a hundred
on the outside.

Sounds like an army.

Well, haven't you heard?

There's a war going on in here.

Blacks against Chicanos against
the whites against the blacks.

And there's no way out
except death or a parole.

Just death, Lieutenant.

Once you're a member
of a gang, you're in for life.

There's nothing
you can do about it?

We don't run this
prison; they do.

We just keep 'em
behind the walls,

but inside, they run it.

What do you know about
prison gangs, Inspector?

Uh, not much, really.

Started in '68 after the
civil rights movement.

First the blacks organized,
then the Chicanos.

If you're not a member
of one of the gangs,

then you're fair
game for everybody.

We've had 40 gang-related
deaths in California prisons last year,

and every time a gang
member gets paroled...

you've got another
killer on the streets.

So, if Metzger wanted
someone outside killed,

all he'd have to do
is just send the word.

Right.

Here's a list of
Metzger's outside boys,

at least the ones we know about.

You got a file on the
Black Cadre in there?

Be my guest.

What are you looking for?

Looking for an old friend
of mine... Pepper Collins.

He owes me a favor.

Can I get a copy of this made?

- Sure, I'll get you one.
- Thank you.

Hey, Bob.

What were they paging you for?

Hey, Bob, what's wrong?

They killed her.

What are you talking
about? Who'd they kill?

They killed Jennifer.

For nothing they
just killed her.

Who?

Too bad about your wife, Bobby.

Bob, no.

That's, uh, it's too bad.

Why don't you
walk it off, Bobby?

I want to have a
little talk with Mr. King.

Go on.

Too bad about Bobby's wife.

You already said that.

Aah!

Don't interrupt me when
I'm trying to make a point.

Now, like I said, it's too
bad about Bobby's wife.

Isn't it?

Yeah, it's too bad.

You're gonna do me a favor, Lou,

seeing as how you're
such a good friend of mine.

The next time
your wife visits you,

you tell her that a man
named Constantine

is going to be
in touch with her.

He will give her something
which she will give you

and which you will give me.

What if she refuses?

Well, that's the point.

She won't, not as long as
you're in here and she's out there.

Look, Metzger...

Oh, call me Carl, seeing as
how we're such good friends.

Oh, uh, and give that sweet
wife of yours a kiss for me.

Hmm.

That simple.

We let them out, they
kill, we put them back in,

but it doesn't matter.

It's like a second home to them.

They've got the White
Brothers to take care of them...

and to pass the time,

they just sniff a little coke
and make a little home brew.

And I always thought
the worst thing

you could do to a guy
is send him to prison.

It is to an honest,
upstanding, God-fearing man,

who has something
better to do with his time.

But that's not what
prisons are for, is it?

It's for outlaws, incorrigibles.

Well, where do we start,

with Rita King or with
the 65 White Brothers?

Well, we got
Pepper Collins, and...

he sure ain't no White Brother.

You see, Pepper had a younger
brother who worshipped him.

Now, this kid would do anything
to be like his older brother.

That included street gangs,

ripping off cars,
vandalizing schools.

Even go to Holton?

Well, he was well on his
way, but I got a chance

to talk to him
about hero worship,

choosing the right
kind of heroes.

About three months later
I get a letter from Holton.

It's Pepper, he's thanking me.

How you doing, Pepper?

Steven Keller.

This is Lieutenant Mike Stone.

Pepper Collins.

Real camel's hair.

I don't dig synthetic brushes.

How you doing?

You could've gotten that
from my probation officer,

now, if that's all you wanted.

No, I need

some information on a murder.

I didn't do it.

Nobody said you did.

We think it was
the White Brothers

and that Metzger ordered it.

You know, it's funny,

halfway round the
world, some Arab nomad

shaves the hair of his
camel so Pepper Collins

can paint the eyelashes
of a beautiful woman.

We need a favor.

Well, the man
never does anything

out of the goodness
of his heart.

He does it because he
expects a favor in return.

Now wait a minute.

I didn't ask for
anything from you;

I didn't need anything.

What's in it for me?

Satisfaction.

You give us the
names, we do the work.

I guess that's one way of
getting back at the Honkies.

Or whatever they call it.

All right, we need the
names of the hit men

of the White Brothers and
who ran the organization

from the outside.

Well, Jack Constantine
runs the show.

Where do we find
this Constantine?

Try... the phone book.

Abe Sugar, Joe Max,

Ernie Porter, Dick Hennessey.

Those are the heavy
irons for the White Brothers.

Thank you very much.

You just closed your
account at this branch.

Oh, yeah?

Sure been nice doing
business with you.

What exactly is it
this Jack Constantine's

gonna give me?

Probably drugs.

What if I refuse?

Then maybe the same thing

that happened to
Jennifer O'Brien

will happen to you.

That's why you
have to do it, Rita.

Maybe I could go to the
police, ask for protection.

That's fine for you,

but what about
me? Who do I go to?

What about the
guards? The warden?

There's no place
for me to hide, Rita.

There's no place in this
prison they can't get to me.

Couldn't they transfer
you to another prison?

It'll be the same thing.
They'd be waiting for me.

I can't believe that, Lou.

It's true.

The same gangs

in every prison in this state.

As long as I'm behind
bars, they can get to me.

I'm not a prisoner
anymore, I'm...

a hostage.

All right, all right.

I'll do it.

Uh, I know.

Yes, it's about
Jennifer O'Brien.

Well...

I understand, but I'd like
to talk to you, anyway.

I'll be there. Thank you.

That was Rita King. I
meet her in half an hour.

What have you got?

Got Abe Sugar, Dix Hennessey,

Ernie Porter, and Joe Max.

Everything there from breaking
and entering to axe murders.

Yeah, what have
they done lately?

Probation officer says nothing.

Hmm, choir boys, huh?

Not quite.

Who are they?

Uh, nobody, just didn't
want to stack the deck

with our witness at the laundry.

All right, I'll take
one of these,

and I'll see if I can
dig up Constantine.

- Gonna be a busy day.
- Yep.

No, I can't think of
anything out of the ordinary.

Jennifer... Hello, dear.

Watch where you're going now.

Jennifer and I talked
about the same things

that we always talked about:

Our husbands, how
we missed them.

Did she say anything
about receiving a visitor

or a call from a stranger?

No. Why? Did she?

I don't know.

That's what I'm
trying to find out.

The last time you
saw her, did she seem

tense or nervous?

No more than usual.

Holton State Prison
isn't a happy place to visit.

Oh, can you recall...

I'd rather not
recall, Lieutenant.

I'm not used to
murder, like you are.

No one ever gets
used to it. Believe me.

I'm sorry, that was a
poor choice of words.

But I told you
everything I know.

If I think of anything
else, I'll call you.

I'd appreciate that. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Uh, excuse me.

You don't have a
class right now, do you?

Uh, yes, it's just
over in the poli-sci...

Well, this shouldn't
take very long.

I just wanted to see if you
recognize any of these people.

Thank you.

Uh-uh.

Nothing?

Who's this guy?

Was that him?

No, he just reminds me of one
of my philosophy professors.

I'll keep that in mind.

What about these other ones?

- No?
- Mm-mm.

- Nothing, huh?
- I just keep seeing that gun.

The face above it is a blur.

I'm sorry.

That's okay. It may not be
any of these people anyway.

Thanks a lot. You
have a good day. Bye.

♪♪

Who are you?

Who are you expecting?

Jack Constantine.

Then that's me.

What did the cop want?

He just wanted to ask
me some questions

about Jennifer O'Brien.

What'd you tell him?

Nothing.

You know, I believe you.

You have a very sincere quality.

You're not bad-looking either...

for a girl.

Come here.

I said come here.

A little closer.

Now, the next time you
go to visit your husband,

you take this,

and you put it under the
back part of your tongue.

Nobody will ever
know it's there.

Once you're inside and
you meet your husband,

now, what's the
first thing you do?

You kiss him.

W-Would you like more practice?

I think I have the idea.

What's inside that
balloon is pure, it's uncut.

Make sure you
don't bite through it.

Well, what if they search
me? They do that sometimes.

If I were you, I'd swallow it.

See you around, Rita.

Mr. Constantine...

don't you ever touch me again.

Or what?

You'll call a cop?

Oh, here, let me help you.

Oh.

I told the girl
to double bag it.

They give you the food
stamps but they don't tell you

how to lug the stuff home.

I'm looking for a
Jack Constantine.

Oh, that one.
Went out when I did.

Asked him nice as could be,

"Might I have a lift to
market, Mr. Constantine?"

And he just smiles
and drives off.

Say... I'd be glad to
help you up with these.

Ha! Then I'll be
glad to let you.

I'll get my keys.

Okay, thank you very much.

Forget the plumber.
I'll fix it myself.

I didn't hear you ring.

Didn't get a chance to.

I'm Inspector Keller.

I'm gonna turn the
sprinklers on for my neighbors,

they're out of town.

That your little girl?

Yeah. I got two more
around here somewhere.

So where were you last
Monday morning at 8:00 a.m.?

Hey, Inspector,
I served my time.

That hotshot stuff is behind
me, you know what I mean?

I know what you mean
but I still got to know.

- 8:00, huh?
- Yeah.

I was getting groceries.
My wife had a virus.

Which market?

Listen, I got a good job.

I deliver bottled water.

It's not exactly steady, just
when the drivers turn up sick.

Yeah, Joe...

But I've been averaging
five days a week.

- Yeah, Joe...
- I'm what you call

a backup man; I'm
really saving my money.

I really want to get one
of those regular routes.

Which market, Joe?

The one down by the corner.

By the stop sign.
It's open 24 hours.

Anybody see you in it?

Hey, I don't know.

If I thought I was
gonna need an alibi,

I would've whistled
Dixie and danced.

Okay, well, I'll go
down to the market,

and I just hope somebody
remembers seeing you.

Yeah, well, they better. I
spend enough money there.

I never thought I'd ever
be ashamed to kiss you.

Sorry, baby.

Lou, you're the only
thing that matters to me.

I only live for the day
you get out of here.

What have I done to us?

I just wanted to pay the bills.

Just once, pay all the bills.

Don't, please, Lou.

So easy...

take the money,
change the books.

Go to Hawaii, go to Las Vegas.

Everything is fine as long
as the books balance, right?

Lou, please.

You want to know
something funny?

I never thought of
myself as a, uh, criminal...

until they...

locked that cell door
behind me the first time.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry for both of us.

Do you play the game, O'Brien,

or do you just, uh,
stand around and watch?

You know you can't score
unless you're on the floor.

Know what I mean, jellybean?

You want me to
tell you the story

of your whole life?

And you just stand
there and watch.

What am I supposed to do?

That's what you do.

♪♪

That guard said Delacroix

was sitting next to O'Brien
just before it happened.

Delacroix must have passed

- the knife to O'Brien.
- Who's going to prove it?

O'Brien must have known
he didn't have a chance.

I don't think he cared whether
he had a chance or not.

Who did you contact?

Abe Sugar and Joe Max.

Sugar's in a bowling
league... Got a lot of witnesses.

Max is a big family man now.

Alibi?

Not too good, no.

Hi. Heard you fellas
were looking for me.

- That's right, I was.
- Get off the desk.

- Now, be nice...
- Get off.

If not, I'll call my lawyer;
we'll do this by the book.

Jack Albert
Constantine... Is that it?

That's right.

You had, uh, let's see,
13 arrests, two convictions,

and you were seven
years in Holton.

I paid my debt
to society, fellas.

While you were in Holton,

you know any gang members
of the White Brothers?

I never even heard of 'em.

Distinguishing marks...

The letters "W" and "B"
tattooed on your right forearm.

Initials of my mother's
maiden name, rest her soul.

You recognize any
of these people?

Yeah, that's Abe
Sugar... A little younger.

Ernie, Joe...

we used to walk the
yard together sometimes.

You still see them?

They're ex-cons.

That's against the
rules of my probation.

You know better than that.

Where were you at
8:00 Monday morning?

Well, that's a long time
ago. I don't remember.

Think about it.

8:00... Monday morning.

I was downstairs with your
desk sergeant, filing a complaint.

I get my milk delivered,
somebody keeps swiping it.

Eh, it's a regular
jungle out there.

Well, can I help you
with something else?

No.

No, no, thanks.

Well, I'm glad I could help.

Thanks for the coffee.

Well... at least
we got something.

What do we got?

The guy's got an alibi.

Oh, come on now,
you heard what he said.

He knew exactly when to complain
that his milk was being stolen.

Exactly.

He told us that we
found the right haystack.

Let's hope we
can find the needle.

Laying that shiv on O'Brien,
Lafayette, that was dumb.

Well, you know, he was ready.

You want me dead, why
don't you do it yourself?

I ain't no fool, man, we both
know that's against house rules.

Yeah, well, Pepper Collins
has been rapping with the heat.

That's against the rules, too.

Well, you know Pepper.

Sometimes he
makes his own rules.

Yeah, well, he fingered
some of our guys.

You know that?

Yeah, so we're
going to take him out.

The wages of sin.

It stops right there, right?

It's all right with me, man,

but I don't think Pepper
is going to dig it too cool.

We'll convince him.

Well, if you think you're
bad enough, get on.

This stuff any good?

If you like water.

I got something from inside.

Okay.

It's Pepper Collins
that fingered all of us.

You'll push his button.

Me?

That's what I said.

Hey, why me, Jack?

What's wrong with Dix or Ernie?

Metzger likes your work.

We all do; I mean,
we're regular fans.

Just take care of it.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Thanks, Debbie.

Hello, this is Mrs. King.

Another visiting
day coming up, Rita.

Got another delivery to make.

So soon?

Here's where you'll
meet me, in an hour.

No, wait a minute,
I can't go now.

I have a job; I
can't just leave.

All right... I'll
come over there.

No.

No, uh, here.

You give me an address.

- Went okay last time, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

It's too bad about the O'Briens.

They buried him
right next to her.

Isn't that cozy?

I have to be getting back now.

It's onward and
upward now, Rita.

What am I supposed
to do with two of them?

You kiss him hello and
you kiss him good-bye.

Look, sooner or
later, if I keep this up,

I'm bound to get caught.

That's not my problem,
Rita, that's yours.

Just hang loose for a minute.

What are you doing here?

It's the only place
I knew to find you.

Are you crazy? What if
the cops see us together?

Hey, I've got to talk to you
about the Pepper Collins hit.

It's too big.

What, are you
getting scared, Joey?

Yeah, you're damn right
I'm scared, and I want out.

Oh, you know what out is.

Pepper Collins is not a
job, he's a kamikaze act.

Get Ernie, let
him take the bows.

He's an alley fighter,
he's got no style, no class.

Hey, I made three hits for
the Brothers and I'm still clean

and I'm still alive and
I'm going to stay that way.

Get somebody else.

I'm not going near
Pepper Collins.

That's the way
you want it, Joey.

That's the way I want it.

Is he dead?

Yeah, Lieutenant.

I've called for a
coroner's wagon.

Say, that's Joe Max, isn't it?

Yeah.

How many shots?

I make it two.

Either one would've
killed him instantly.

Is he a witness?

Yeah, Cahill's his name.

I just got here myself, I
haven't questioned him yet.

Yes, Mr. Cahill, you
saw the shooting?

I heard it.

Where were you?

I was over there,
unloading my truck.

Tell us exactly what you
saw and what you heard.

Sounded like two guys
arguing, real loud-like,

then the shots, then
this car rips right by me.

Was that before or
after the shooting?

About the same time.

- Can you describe the car?
- It was brown,

small, two-door, I guess.

I'm not sure about the make.

License?

I caught the letters,
not the numbers.

It was O-R-E.

O-R-E.

And I think it was
a woman driving.

And the man who
did the shooting?

I never saw him.

He must have been in the
second car I heard take off.

Went out the other gate.

Is that when you called us?

Yeah, you guys
sure got here fast.

Not fast enough, Mr. Cahill.

Okay, here we
go on this partial.

Now, DMV has got a thousand
cars with "O-R-E," right?

Of those, 48 are coupes.

- Just give me the Bay area.
- Not...

Here, you want a
half a sandwich?

No. No, thank you. I just
took a computer to lunch.

Okay, in the Bay area
we got eight of them.

Number one is a
Mrs. Rudolph Warren,

number two, a Ralph W. Goodman,

- a number three...
- Hold it.

Just give me the
names, I'll count.

Lester Fong, Mr. and
Mrs. Wolevenhauser,

George Isen, T.K. Smith,

Takio Tasiomoto and Louis King.

Mrs. Lou King?

Or Rita King?

Thought you might
like that one, yeah.

What was she doing there
with a guy like Joe Max?

And whoever killed him.

Jennifer O'Brien wouldn't do it,

so they found somebody else.

Come on, let's go.

Uh... don't forget your lunch.

No. It's a very
good sandwich, too.

I left work early because
I wasn't feeling well.

It's simple.

But you didn't come home.

No, I had things to do.

Was that to see Joe Max?

I don't know
anyone by that name.

He's the man that was killed.

Well, I'm awfully sorry,

but what does that
have to do with me?

You were seen leaving
the scene of a murder.

Oh, there must be some mistake.

Was anyone else there
with you besides Joe Max?

You know that we're trying
to help you, Mrs. King?

Just like you helped
Jennifer O'Brien?

Do you know a man
named Jack Constantine?

No.

Were you asked to
smuggle anything into prison?

No.

Are you afraid your husband

is going to get hurt if
you tell us the truth?

I am telling you the truth.

Would your answers be the same

if your husband were
right here in this room?

He's in Holton Prison.

And what if he
were here with you?

- But he's not.
- But if he were.

Then I'd be able to see him

and know he was safe.

And would your
answers be the same?

Don't play games with me.

"Suppose." "What if?"

Don't you understand, the
people that killed Jennifer O'Brien

aren't playing any games.

It's for real, it's
life and death.

We know that, Mrs. King.

Well, then you
play for real, too.

You get my husband out of there,

you put him in this
room with a guarantee

he won't have to go back, then
you ask me those questions.

I've never done this before.

I'll try.

I'll try.

Lieutenant?

If you don't bring Lou,
don't bother to come back.

So?

What did the judge say?

He said he was disturbed that
he was going to miss his supper.

Turned you down, huh?

No, no, he listened mostly.

Like the D.A. did.

Then they said they'd
get in touch with me

after they talked
to the governor.

You really think we
can get him released?

Well, why not?

It gives the State a
good material witness

against Constantine.

That's if Mrs. King
goes along with it, yeah.

Yeah.

Some rules, huh?

Hmm.

We got to slip one
out the back door

in order to get
one in the front.

Unbelievable.

These guys like Constantine,

it's the same thing for
them inside as it is outside.

The only thing changes,

the size of the room,
different type door.

Yeah. But as long as they're
in there, whatever they're doing,

they're doing to each other
and not innocent people.

That's one way to
look at it, I guess.

Where do you want to start?

Rita King. Judge said
he'd get in touch with me.

Come on.

Either way, I think she
ought to be the first to know.

Hi, Rita.

What are you doing here?

A friend of mine was
watching the house.

He said the cops were here.

Why?

Because they saw
my car at the scene of...

This afternoon.

I didn't tell them
anything, honestly.

I believe you, Rita.

It's that sincere
quality you've got.

You see... I mean,
the problem...

You see, you could
change your mind...

anytime you wanted.

Anytime you wanted to change it.

Hello, Rita.

♪♪

Find help!

Let me go!

It's a deadbolt.
I can't open it.

All right, come on. Let's go.

- You got him?
- Yeah.

Are you all right?

Everything's all right.

Don't you worry about a thing.

You know, I...

I think you'd better
come along with us.

We'll wait until
you get dressed.

I'll say hello to your
husband if I get to prison, Rita.

He ain't gonna be there.

I'm sure the governor
will release him.

Don't you worry.

Oh, he'll be back!
Soon, they'll all get back!

Oh, no, he won't ever be back.

I'll see you at
the funeral, Rita.

Come on, will ya? Get out.

Well, it's a new
start, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

New luggage, new
tickets, new name,

and a new life.

I haven't really thanked
you for what you've done.

We didn't do it for you.
We did it for your wife.

She made us an offer

we couldn't refuse.

Well, thanks, anyway.

- Thank you.
- Good-bye.

- You're welcome.
- Good-bye.

Bye-bye.

Something wrong?

- Well, it bothers me.
- What bothers you?

The fact that we took him out of
jail before his sentence was up?

The guy still got busted
for embezzlement.

Yeah, and should pay for it.

But not with his life.

You never told me what
that guy's new name is.

Smith. John Louis Smith.

John Smith.

That's very original.
Who thought of that?

Me.

Smith.

I like it, yeah.

I like it.

It's got a good ring to it...

Just drive, will ya? Just drive.