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I think I found out who the Prophet is.
My mom sent me to Sunday school.
Not a lot of it stuck. But I remember
Moses was a prophet.
I found this guy, Moses Adams, on the manifest.
He was convicted of torturing and murdering eight women,
suspected of killing a dozen more over an eight-year span.
Command to D-Team.
The prisoner behind the whole affair
is a lifer named Moses Adams.
Adams paid Diaz to rig the bomb
and start the riot in hoping to escape.
This guy's a serial killer. We cannot let that happen.
TAN: - Copy. We'll be on the lookout. - Sending you
his mugshot now.
GAMBLE: Deac, we got company!
Watch out, watch out! Move!
30-David. Could really use some backup in the infirmary.
TAN: On our way, Deac.
Hondo, you copy?
Hondo, come in.
Hondo?
I know that name.
You're the po-po that shot my cousin.
Yeah. Jesse Ramirez?
Known to his friends as Cuchillo?
You remember him?
Yeah.
He was on trial for murder.
Escaped custody and took a young girl hostage.
And as I recall, he was planning on raping her.
Yeah, I remember him.
I said he was my cousin, not a saint.
HICKS: Hondo, where are you?
Hondo can't come to the phone right now.
Who is this?
Where the hell's Hondo?
Flashbang! Cover!
Thanks.
30-David.
Three prisoners down. We are Code 4 in the infirmary.
Any update on Hondo?
HICKS: Negative.
Whosever holding him stopped responding.
They make any demands?
None so far.
Damn it.
That's not good.
I shot your cousin from 300 yards away,
dead square between his eyes.
And I wish I hadn't.
You think remorse is gonna save you?
I look like a priest?
I don't feel bad about killing him.
Only that I wasted a bullet.
He deserved to suffer for what he did.
Five minutes alone, that's all I would have needed.
And he would have been begging for that bullet.
Five minutes alone with him, he would've made you his bitch.
I only need two.
Is that right?
I see what you're doing.
El Rey, you said you wanted a memory to savor
for your next 40 years of solitary, right?
So, what's gonna be more satisfying--
pulling that trigger
or getting your hands dirty?
Or maybe you're just afraid if we do go head-to-head
I'll make you my bitch.
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