All language subtitles for Diagnosis Murder s05e14 Retribution Part 2

Well,

now that Mr. Guns is dead, looks like
you'll be moving in.

This is my city.

I incinerate all the garbage. The
surveillance team saw Dr. Sloan at

Beach Club yesterday.

Why wasn't I informed about this? Dr.
Sloan, you are under arrest for the

murders of Gordon Gonza and Spring Dano.
You're saying you were framed?

Brilliantly. Dr.

Mark Sloan, I hereby sentence you to
death by lethal injection.

Mark.

Welcome to hell, my old friend.

Chief Masters was right, Steve. It's too
soon for you to go back on duty.

I can breathe and I can walk. That's all
that's necessary.

You almost died.

You've only been out of the hospital two
weeks. You need rest.

Not until you're out of here.

Look, I don't want you risking your
life.

I want you alive when I get out of here.

It's not only about you, although that's
enough.

I can't let Malcolm Traynor get away
with this.

You know, I'm not certain that he's
responsible for this, but he is

and I am the one to put him in here.

You'd have to be brilliant to engineer
such an elaborate setup.

And have somebody on the outside.

His brother's as smart as he is.

He's also the accountant for the Gonza
crime family.

You know, somehow that mob war and my
frame are connected, if I could just

figure out how.

Don't worry, Dad.

I will find out who's behind this.

Steve, be careful. Whoever shot you is
still out there. Don't give them a

chance to get it right.

Brother Ian had the most remarkable
news.

The state Supreme Court agreed to hear
my appeal.

It seems the main witness against me
turned out to be a homicidal psychopath.

Oh, good morning to you, too.

How are Eddie and Ross?

You know better than to sneak up on a
surveillance team.

And sneak up? I hobbled up.

You're supposed to be on medical leave.

Does that mean I can't visit my friends?

Not when your friends are watching
suspects and you're shooting.

Besides, I'm not your friend anymore.

You're not.

I put your father in prison. You hate
me.

And if you don't, you should.

You're just doing your job.

Following the evidence where it led you.

You weren't wrong.

The evidence was.

Stop right there, Steve.

If you want to retry the case, do it in
court, not my car.

How many murders has my father solved?

You really think he'd kill Gonzo with a
binary poison and then leave a signed

receipt for the stuff laying around?

Your father thought you were going to
die. He wanted revenge. Rage makes you

stupid. Not that stupid.

Would you leave a murder weapon behind
with your prints all over it?

He was caught at the scene. He didn't
have a chance to lose the screwdriver.

Immediately after the trial, Carmen
Martinez, the major witness against him,

disappeared.

You don't find that strange?

The case is closed.

Guess who has a cell right across from
my father?

The murderer he caught.

The murderer who killed his wife with a
binary poison.

Malcolm Traynor.

Brother to the Gonza family accountant,
Ian Trainor.

You don't find that an amusing
coincidence?

How is he?

He's dead. Get your hands off him.

What, do you guys just sit around here
and watch us get smoked? Is that what

guys do?

Huh?

We didn't want to get in your way.

The last person to stand in the way
between you and control of the Gonza

organization is dead.

Is that exactly what you wanted?

I'll call this in.

I find out if you had anything to do
with what happened to my father, I'm

to wish you were ready.

Tira!

Doc.

Death row is like being on the first
class section of a plane.

We are the elite.

We get all sorts of special attention.

We have our own cell block, our own
guards, our own cafeteria, even our own

common room.

No overcrowding here.

No reason to be with the riffraff.

Hey, Malcolm.

Stanley! Yeah.

He chopped hitchhikers into little
pieces and kept their heads in his

But he's a wonderful bridge partner.

Not bad at backgammon, either. Oh,
that's right.

They're not like us.

They're murderers.

We were framed.

Oh! Oh!

Your wife loved you, Malcolm.

You rewarded that trust and devotion by
poisoning her. Technically, she poisoned

herself. You put glyburide in her
cereal, and later when she took her

shot, she went into diabetic coma.

Two drugs interacting to cause death.
Minorly poisoning.

Or an unfortunate accident.

Happens every day.

Like the poor unfortunate dishwasher
that mixes Ajax and ammonia and dies

the chlorine gas.

But twist the facts just enough.

Give it a fancy name like binary poison,
and suddenly bad luck looks like

premeditated murder.

Your wife discovered that you and your
brother were using her family's century

-old accounting firm as a front for
laundering money. That's why she did it.

but you weren't so obsessed with binary
poisons.

Both of us might be chatting in a park
somewhere in her brilliant blue sky.

Instead of standing here basking in the
glow of fluorescent light.

Is this it, Malcolm?

Is this the moment that Gordon Gossett
and Spring Dano died for so that we can

stand here and have this little chat?

Among many others, I trust.

Oh, that sounds like an awful lot of
trouble to go through just for a few

don't you think?

You must be relieved that Steve healed
so well on his own.

Especially since there's nothing you can
do for him anymore.

Look, I am here.

You got me. You leave him alone.

No, no. You never know who he might see
today and who might be sitting on a

bomb.

I just hope he doesn't get too close.

I mean, even if he survives, it'll...
Burns get infected so easily.

I'm going to adjourn on my son. You tell
me!

It's been over an hour since I gave you
my report on Eddie Tampa's death.

Yes, thank you. I sent it over to
Detective Peek at Crash.

You sent my report to the street gang
unit?

That's right.

These are high -level members of an
organized crime family.

Sir, I caught a glimpse of the shooter.
Good, then Crash will be happy to take

your description.

Expect a phone call.

What about Tony Velarde? Was his murder
gang -related? Well, you'd have to ask

Detective Mitchell at the Tarzana
station. It's his case now.

Gonza's underbosses are fighting each
other for control of his empire.

This is a mob war. You can't just ignore
it. I'm not ignoring it. Whoever killed

Gonza wanted this war, and by letting it
happen, we're helping him.

Detective, I believe it was you that
convinced me that Gordon Gonza was

by Dr.

Mark Sloan.

What if Dr. Sloan is innocent?

Well, I suppose that would make you
wrong, wouldn't it?

Yes, sir, it would.

Am I dismissed?

Okay.

Thank you.

Guard.

Guard, guard, wait.

Guard.

I need your help.

My son is in terrible danger.

Yeah? Yes, they're going to kill him.

I need your help to get a message to
him.

I can do that.

You can. Oh, thank God.

Sure, I can do anything I want, because
I'm free.

You, on the other hand, can't do
anything but make up ridiculous stories

waste my time.

No, no, wait. Wait. God, they're going
to kill him. You have to help me.

Look inside.

Good.

What do you see?

I think it's empty.

That wallet is full of cash.

I don't understand.

There's $5 ,000 in that wallet, and you
have 30 seconds to hand it over. Go. 30.

29. 28.

27. 26.

25. The cash trainer.

21. 20.

19. Time is a -waiting. 17. 15.

Thank you. 12. 11.

10. 9.

8. 7.

6. 5. 3.

2. 1.

Now, how did that make you feel?

A little bit concerned, perhaps even a
touch nervous? Hey, man, what do you

from me? I want you to feel exactly the
same way I do every time someone asks me

for their money. I want you to share the
sensation of running a multi -million

dollar enterprise and not being able to
draw enough cash to pay for a secretary

or a mortgage payment or a parking
ticket. Look, it's not my fault! Really?

Look, Gordon Ganza...

hid his assets in hundreds of accounts.
Even I don't know where they are. 30,

20, 10, 9,

8, 7, Make it easy. 3, 2, 1.

I guess watching all those Sesame
Streets finally paid off, huh?

I'm having a very private conversation
with my accountant, detective.

I noticed.

I'd wait, but I prefer to talk to
Traynor while he's still alive.

Nothing's going to happen to my little
buddy here.

Not in the immediate future, anyway.

Nice cane.

Look.

I don't want to press charges.

What a surprise.

I thought you liked putting people in
jail.

What are you talking about?

You tell me.

I'm not looking for any new clients,
Detective Sloan, so... If you'll excuse

I've got work to do.

I came here to threaten you, trainer.

Mess up your office.

Maybe even mess up your face.

But you know what?

I'm not going to bother.

I'm just going to leave you alone with
your conscience.

Am I supposed to thank you?

You're supposed to come crawling to me
for protection.

You might even get it, too.

After you admit what you did to my
father.

Here's my card.

I suggest you try to page your number.

I don't think Kanan's going to let you
live until I get around to checking my

messages.

The same shooter that killed Eddie Tampa
gunned down Steve.

And that shooter is Roth Kanan's driver,
Oz Tatum.

Now that all of them are dead, Kanan's
practically running Gonza's

Kanan had me shot so he could kill Gonza
and pin it on somebody outside of the

organization. My father.

Kanan knew there'd be a struggle for
power after Gonza died.

And he positioned himself to take over.

Detective, uh... I was under the
impression that you were on sick leave.

I'll heal much faster once my father's
out of prison, sir.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

But in the meantime, until you're back
on active duty, leave the police work to

the police force.

And I have something here for you,
detective.

Somebody is blackmailing two city
council members to sway their votes. I'd

you to look into that for me, if you
would, please.

We have to move on Kanan now before he
can consolidate his power and rebuild

Gonsa's organization.

No.

At least let me question his driver.

You have your assignment.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Detective Getwell, sir.

Drop the case. I didn't. The chief did.
If we don't do something, Kanan is going

to control organized crime in the West
Coast, and my father is going to be

executed. If I go against Kanan or his
driver, I am violating a direct order

from the chief of police. And you'll be
letting my father die for a crime we

both know he didn't commit.

I'm still on medical leave.

There's nothing stopping me from talking
to Kanan's driver.

Steve.

Suddenly I'm feeling a little sick
myself.

Come with me.

The warden said to put the call in to
you. Who is it?

The morgue.

Mark Sloan.

Listen, I've probably abused my
authority as county medical examiner to

you, but this just couldn't wait.

How bad is it?

Amanda, how badly is he hurt?

You know about the bomb?

Please tell me.

I'll let him tell you himself.

Dad? Oh, thank God. You all right?

Well, I'm a little charred around the
edges, but I'm okay.

It's a good thing I'm slow on my feet
these days.

How'd you know about the bomb?

Malcolm Traynor.

It figures.

We found Spring's landlady, Carmen
Martinez.

Unfortunately, we didn't get to her in
time. She's dead.

Well, that's not surprising. She was the
only one who could testify that I was

framed. And we got the shooter, Oz
Tatum. He's the same guy that killed

Tampa. He's also Ross Kanan's driver.

Will he talk?

Afraid not. He was killed in the
explosion.

Don't worry, Dad. It's not over yet.

We must be getting close so they
wouldn't be rushing to cover their

corpses.

Listen, just make sure you're not one of
them, son.

That's the plan.

Bye, Dad.

What a tragedy that the landlady and the
shooter are dead.

How will you ever prove your innocence?

Maybe someday, though.

If you pray very, very hard, you may get
the same good news I got today.

Oh, the State Supreme Court heard my
appeal this afternoon.

With luck, I could be back at my house
by this time tomorrow.

Nighty -night.

What is this all about?

And why would you nail this to my front
door?

It means that I, on behalf of the
Certified National

Bank, am repossessing this house and
putting it up for immediate sale.

Shh. Shut up.

You see, this house belongs to Ganza
Holdings, which means it now belongs to

Actually, um, sir,

Ganza Holdings is seven months in
arrears on its payments and not just on

house.

I'm afraid that we're simultaneously
foreclosing on the

cabin in Big Bear, the Wilshire
Penthouse, the San Francisco... Hey!

One more word out of you and I'm going
to nail this thing to your face.

Okay?

Get Schrainer down here now.

Move! Police!

Put your hands up! Come on, right there!

Take him upstairs!

Oh, no.

Come on, you keep hitting on me like
this, people are going to start to

Yeah?

Go ahead, Kanan, show me what a fast
draw you are.

Put down the gun.

Down on your knees.

You are under arrest for the murders of
Tony Velarde, Frankie Caprice, Mick

Stein, and Eddie Temple.

Yeah, yeah.

Hope this doesn't hurt your credit
rating.

Just a couple of months ago, you were
Gordon Gons' towel boy.

Now you're running the whole operation.

I guess those motivational thinking
tapes really paid off. That and a half a

dozen murders.

Turning tragedy into opportunity.

I think that was tape number six.

How about turning Gonzo's chauffeur into
your own personal hitman?

Which tape was that on?

Where's my lawyer?

He's not coming.

It's a funny thing about lawyers. They
like to get paid.

Seems Gonzo's retainer check bounced.

You're on your own.

Listen, butch boy, I need to make
another phone call.

It's all caving in around you.

The murders, Gonza's empire.

There's no one who can help you, not
since you blew up Octatum.

Listen, sweet cheeks, why don't you do
something useful?

Get me a phone.

You can't afford a real lawyer.

You'll be stuck with some green public
defender.

Just imagine what kind of deal he'll get
for you.

We're your only hope, Ken.

But who knows?

Talk it up, say the right thing, maybe
you'll get witness protection.

end up in a track house instead of the
gas chamber.

What the hell is going on here?

Get out.

Come on, get out. What do you mean, get
out?

The man's under arrest as a murder
suspect. Not anymore, he isn't. Let's

Easy now, all right? All right,
sweetheart. Take it easy, pal.

Aren't you supposed to be working on
another case? And aren't you supposed to

on sick leave?

The man you just set free is the new
head of the Gonzo organization.

He's a reason my father's in jail. He
could have told us everything.

He sure could have.

Then why did you let him go? Because he
works for me, Lieutenant.

You've returned to see me a fair moment
with the world.

Ross Kanan is a police officer.

The reason you held us back is so Kanan
could take over.

There you go.

Exactly how much of this mob war was
your idea, sir?

Look, Steve.

Ross Kanan had absolutely nothing to do
with the murder of Gordon and Gonzo or

any of the others.

How do I know that?

Because I'm telling you that's how.

State Supreme Court just reversed
Malcolm Traynor's conviction.

You could have told us you were a cop.

I'm not going to blow my cover to save
your little ego from being bruised.

My cover is my life. I lose it, I die.
I'm a cop just like you. No.

No, you are nothing like me.

You have absolutely no idea what it is
like to walk away from your life.

To wake up every morning and be someone
that you despise.

You can't even look at Ross Kamen.

Why don't you try being him for two
years?

It's all paying off for you better than
you ever imagined it would.

If it wasn't for this mob war, you'd
still be a low -level thug.

I never killed Genza or anyone. I still
know where that line is drawn.

And who the hell are you to second
-guess anything that I do? I take my

directly from the chief and no one else.

So do I. Fine.

That's what worries me.

If anything ever happened, it would
always be his word against ours.

Well, we'll never come to that. He'll
always stand behind us.

I've worked with him for three years.

Don't count on it.

Three years?

What the hell did you do wrong?

Pulled me off a homicide to head his
personal task force.

It's pretty funny.

In the same task force all these years,
we never bumped into each other.

Let me ask you something.

Sure.

You ever seen the chief grab a handful
of chips and a cookie, cracker,

Let me ask you something.

Sure.

At Ganza's place, the night he died.

Yeah.

If the chief hadn't come between us,
what would you have done? I'd have

your faith.

See you around, lady.

Later.

You know, one nice thing about being in
prison is you have lots of time to

think.

What if this never had anything to do
with me?

But you're in there, and so is Malcolm
Traynor.

Besides, he knows too much not to be
involved.

I didn't say he wasn't involved, but
this was never about framing me. I was

a fringe benefit.

So what is going on?

The mob war, my frame, all a distraction
to keep us from seeing what was really

going on.

A theft.

Exactly.

The Traynor brothers run the accounting
firm that handles the mob's money. They

sparked this war so that the mob would
be so busy shooting at one another they

wouldn't see that their accounts were
being drained.

And by framing your father for Gonza's
murder, the Traynor's found a way to get

Malcolm out of prison and get their
revenge.

Apparently Malcolm did some thinking
while he was in here, too.

So now that we know the truth, let's go
to the D .A. Let's get my father out of

here. Well, knowing the truth and
proving it are two different things, D.

So how do we prove it?

Well, we can start off by you and I
finding that mob money.

There is no mob money.

It's all gone? I have poured over every
account, every dummy corporation.

Your man Kanan might be able to dig up
enough for lunch if he eats light.

How much is missing?

Well, the records Kanan gave me are
slightly confusing, but...

It looks like someone walked off with
something like half a billion dollars.

Me and Traynor.

So my father was right.

Killing Gonzo was just a distraction,
along with the mob war that it touched

off.

If there was a mob war.

Most of those people were shot by one
person.

Oz Tatum, Kanan's driver.

But we know Kanan wasn't sending him out
on hits.

Don't we?

And when Tatum stopped being useful, Ian
planted a bomb in his car, which not

only silenced the one man that could
finger him... But increased the heat on

Kanan, who was asking Ian too many
questions about the missing money.

I think we just proved that my father's
innocent.

Well, Steve, it's certainly all talk and
supposition right now. The trainers are

still calling the shots.

However... I think it's time that
changed.

You want any of that stuff?

All I want from this place is a memory.

And this is it.

It's a shame I won't be here to see you
take that long, long walk.

But I'll be dreaming about it.

Oh, and don't worry.

I'll look after your son for you.

Hello, Malcolm.

You? Yeah, it's me.

Relax, Malcolm.

Where's my brother?

He's in the back.

Buckle up.

It's a long night.

Get out.

Get out.

You know, you and your brother killed a
lot of people to get guns and money, you

know that?

I've been in prison for seven years, and
I've never killed anybody.

You're making my department look bad,
Malcolm.

Well, maybe it's a bad department, huh?

You know, I should have shot you seven
years ago when they read that verdict.

As a matter of fact, I'm thinking about
that right now.

You can't do that.

Why not? You'd do it.

You know, there used to be a time when
they would bring guys like you out here

and shoot you right between the eyes and
dump you in a hole.

Something about that that worked for me.

But I'm not going to do that.

Today.

I'm going to tell you something,
Malcolm.

Somebody's going to pay for what you did
to the Sloans.

It's either going to be you or your
brother over there.

Take your pick.

But you will pay.

You can pick your car up at the police
impound.

Get up.

Don't give me a hard time.

Bring cash.

They don't take checks.

The entire guns organization is
bankrupt.

The last piece of property to go is the
apartment building Spring Dano lived in.

Obviously, Ian had a sensitive time.

We spent years going after L .A.'s
biggest organized crime operation with

everything we've got, and the trainers
take it out in six months with a

and a checkbook.

So where's the money?

Uh... Ian's smart. He didn't leave a
trail.

Our best guess is that it's been wired
into a numbered account in the Caymans.

Where it sat for probably about ten
seconds before being scattered into a

hundred accounts across the world.

And each one of those would have been
passed on to another hundred accounts.

I don't think so.

Look, Ian knows that any electronic
transfer is going to be picked up

later. So what's the alternative?

Gold? That much gold leaving the country
would have been noticed no matter how

hard he tried to cover his tracks.

I think it's cash.

You know, if the federal government
keeps track of any cash transaction over

,000... How could Ian have liquidated
all of Gans' assets without bringing

the IRS on him?

Hmm, no.

The chief is right.

By the time the feds figured it out, the
trainers would have bought themselves a

country and been safe from extradition.

That still doesn't get us any closer to
where the money is.

If it is in cash, it's still in town.
The trainers wouldn't want to risk

control of it.

Well, it's got to be one of the Gans'
holding properties, then.

I thought they'd all been repossessed.
Or sold. And in this case, they're the

holding company owned by the trainers.

We're going to have to track down
ownership of every one of these

We don't have time.

We've got to find a way to narrow down
the list.

Well, where do we start?

Gonzo owned everything from a shipyard
in Long Beach to a luxury hotel in

Pasadena to a warehouse in Indio.

Indio?

Empire Storage off of Highway 87.

What am I missing?

The cab was on compromise in 1986.

Following L .A.'s last mob war, Southern
California was split into chunks and

divided among three organizations.

Gonza got L .A., but he had to give up
all his holdings in the desert.

Including everything he ever owned in
Indio.

Malcolm didn't show up for breakfast
this morning. Did he call?

No.

Back him down for me, will you? Mm -hmm.

And then tell the boys I want those
financial projections on the Lichtman

investments. I want those by noon today.

See, I've got a meeting with Larry
Goldstein in ten minutes. I want April

bring me up their statements.

You can cancel the meeting with Larry
and tell the boys they can take their

with those projections.

Get my lawyer on the phone, will you,
Valerie?

Tell us about the warehouse in Indio.

Oh, better yet, why don't you show us?

We call this a search warrant.

What is it you guys are looking for?

Several hundred million dollars that
you've cashed out of mob accounts.

Okay, Ian, open it.

Look, I insisted we wait for my... I
said open it!

It's not here.

Where is it, Ian?

Look, I don't know what you're talking
about.

It's on the property somewhere. It's
gotta be.

You got it buried somewhere, do you?

State police are on their way here to
inspect every inch of this property.

When they get here, they're gonna tear
this place down if they have to.

Well, look, you guys look and search all
you want, but call me a cab because I

need to go back to L .A.

Mr. Kanin, what can I do for you?

Give me my money.

This is good. It's on its way. It is?
Yeah. Oh, that's excellent.

It's very good. Because my accounts are
empty.

Look, we have got to keep moving that
money around.

If we don't move that money around...
See, the banks are for closing all of my

assets.

And you have got to wait just a little
bit longer.

Look, I want my money, and I want it on
this desk in two hours. You got me?

Thank you, Trina.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

It was just a little minor disagreement,
and I need all of you guys to get back

to work.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Where is my brother?

I can't reach him. But, sir, while you
were in your conference,

your pilot called. I figured it was
better not to interrupt you.

My pilot.

Are you going somewhere?

I don't know.

You don't know what? Because the pilot
isn't here yet? Don't worry, he's on his

way. Wait, wait, wait.

This is not what it looks like.

What, you mean you're not on our private
jet on your way to Costa Rica? I'm not

going anywhere.

I don't even know how I got here.

Then you probably don't know where our
money is either, do you?

The money is gone?

The warehouse is empty, Malcolm. Come
here.

The warehouse is empty.

And you're sitting on our plane on your
way to Costa Rica?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Wait a minute, Ian.

Listen to me.

I was... I was kidnapped.

Really? They broke into my house and
drugged me. I didn't even see their

Of course not.

Next thing I know, I'm on the plane
bound and gagged.

I managed to free myself just as you got
here.

Sure was nice of those guys to leave you
a little traveling money. Don't you

see? It's a trick. I know. Hey.

I haven't guessed what happened to my
face, Malcolm.

Just calm down and listen to me. Little
Ross Kanan happened to me. You were

going to sacrifice me to them. No. Yes,
you were. You were going to sacrifice me

to them and take off with all our cash.
Put the gun down and think. They could

be listening to us.

Everything I've done for you. I start
the war.

I empty the accounts.

I frame Sloan. And what, I'm just a
tool? I'm just a means to an end like

wife? What?

Then give me the gun.

I made it. One mistake.

One!

I thought since you were my mother, I
could trust...

That's right, Malcolm.

I told you you'd have to pay for this,
and you did.

I did it all with a little help from my
friends.

I would not call this a miscarriage of
justice. Both the police department and

the courts acted appropriately, given
the evidence at the time. However, once

new evidence was brought to light, both
acted swiftly to make sure that justice

was done.

An innocent man still went to prison.
That's right, he did. But he's not there

now, is he?

And that's the story, folks. Thank you
very much.

What a politician.

Just part of his job as chief, Jess.

Basically, he's just a cop.

Mattress could at least apologize for
what he did.

Well, I think he has in his own way. He
didn't say anything about trainers or

the money they embezzled from the mob.

He doesn't want to say anything that
might jeopardize ongoing investigations.

What happened to all that money?

Well, let's just say that Ross Kanan has
solidified his position at Top

Organized Crime in Southern California.

Forgive me, Doctor, for letting myself
in.

Don't be silly, Chief. You're an invited
guest.

Well, I didn't come by for the cake. I
wanted to deliver something.

Steve, your shift starts tomorrow
morning at 6 a .m., if you're ready.

I am.

Thank you, sir.

May I have a word with you?

Just once, I'd like to see that man eat
something.

I'm transferring you from homicide and
reassigning you to my task force on a

permanent basis.

I wish you wouldn't do that, sir.

Why not?

I'm afraid the line between how the task
force works and organized crime is just

a little too blurry for me.

Well, there is only one line, Steve, and
that's the law.

I suppose, but...

It's all the same to you. I still prefer
to stay in homicide.

You are a tough case, aren't you?

I see them all the way.

See you tomorrow, Sergeant.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Good news?

Good enough.

Very good. Then let's let the
celebration begin.

Welcome home, Dad.

Oh, thank you. You don't know.

There was one thing in that prison that
really shocked me.

The food there was better than we have
at the hospital.