# Hey, Mister Tambourine Man #
# Play a song for me #
- # In the jingle-jangle morning... # - " B."
- # I'll come following... # - " A."
You having fun, sweetheart?
Yes.
Ahh.
Well, I hope you're doing better than me, baby.
- What are you making? - A necklace for Mom.
Yeah? Let me see.
Wow. Another one?
- Yes. - Honey?
That's two today.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Honey?
- Yeah? - Waiting for the help to get that?
I thought you and I were the help.
- Go wash up for dinner, pumpkin. - Okay.
Mmm, smells nice. That takeout?
Mommy, look at-
No!
No! Ahh!
Oh! No no no!
You can't fight fate.
We gotta get the fuck out of here. Come on!
Oh! Oh no!
Fucking stop! Let's go!
Just shut the fuck up!
No!
It's cool.
Kids like me.
No! Heather!
No no!
- Nick. - Bray, what's happenin'
Willis is a rowing buddy of mine. Where are we on his kid's case?
- Willis? - Yeah.
- Oh, I kicked it down to juvie. - Why did you do that?
'Cause the case was a dog. The kid was only 15 years old
when he committed the murder.
You wouldn't want to jeopardize your 95% conviction rate.
- It's actually 96%. - 96% now?
Yes. You gotta keep your books better than that.
You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were gunning for my job.
You do know better.
And you know that I'm aiming much higher than that.
They filed a motion to dismiss,
but there's no way that Judge Abrams honors it.
I think that we can get him on RICO.
All that time and that's what you come back with, Sarah?
You might want to re-evaluate your research skills.
- What else have we got? - She's right.
- Mr. Rice? - RICO's designed for this kind of thing.
Check out section 901 of the Organized Crime Control Act.
And you should let Sarah try this case too.
Mr. Rice, last I checked, I was running this room.
She's already done the leg-work. I'll oversee it.
I mean, Helen Keller could try this case.
Okay, Boy Wonder, she fucks up, it's on you.
Cantrell wants to see you.
All right, I'll be right there.
No, Nick. He wants to see Nick.
You still torturing Bringham?
Let's just say I'm less impressed with his Harvard degree than he is.
Well, we can't all have gone to Fordham.
I went to Fordham night school.
You know what I learned in Fordham night school?
Law school's got nothing to do with law.
Guess you skipped the course on inter-office politics.
All I need is a jury to like me. Isn't that what you told me, George?
The Shelton case- where are we?
It went sideways last night- Judge Burch.
Ahh.
Bad news. What now?
- Let's make the deal. - They killed a little girl, Nick.
- It's an imperfect system. - And we its imperfect servants.
- However you could win this case. - No, can't take that chance.
Some justice is better than no justice at all.
You need to tell the husband.
Okay. That's part of my job.
Good, because he's waiting for you right now.
What?
Do you trust me?
Do you trust me, Clyde?
Yeah, of course.
Darby has agreed to testify against Ames.
With Darby's testimony,
Ames will go to death row.
Um, what about- what about Darby then?
Darby will plead guilty to murder.
- In what degree? - Third.
He serves, what? Five years...
at best?
I don't understand. I'm sorry.
We had a setback. The judge ruled that the DNA was inadmissible.
- What? - Exclusionary rule.
The opposing counsel maneuvered it.
You said this part of the case was clear-cut.
We had the blood on his shirt-
It's covered under the same rule.
What about the rest of the forensic evidence?
It's not conclusive, Clyde.
Okay, that's okay. 'Cause I saw- I saw their faces.
I saw them do it. I mean, he killed my little girl, Nick.
You blacked out, Clyde. Your testimony won't be reliable.
You get on the stand and the defense will tear you apart.
No no, the jury's gonna believe me though.
- Because it's the truth! We can- - We can lose.
And then we'd have nothing.
You will waste a whole year, spend millions of dollars,
and then both of them could end up going free.
Nick, both of them are guilty, especially Darby!
- You know that. - It's not what you know, Clyde.
It's what you can prove in court.
Please don't make a deal with this man.
Please don't make a deal with this man. He's a monster-
I'm sorry, the deal is done. I'm sorry.
I made the deal.
What? How could you do that?
This is just how the justice system works.
Listen, I know you don't think it right now,
but this is a victory for us.
Your office has certified this agreement?
Yes, Your Honor.
Mr. Reynolds, any great insights to share with the court today?
No, Your Honor. No insights.
Good, then I trust that we can move forward with Mr. Ames' trial
unimpeded by continuances. A trial date is imminent.
Yeah?
There's no cell phones in my courtroom, Mr. Rice.
- We've been over this... - I'm sorry.
...and over this, over this...
Yeah, I had some exigent business I-
Next time it's mine.
- Ah, you married? - Excuse me?
Are you married?
Please fuck this up so I can destroy you.
I wish ill for no man,
but Ames deserves to suffer for what he did.
I mean, you can't fight fate, right?
Nick.
Once you make a decision, live with it- move on.
This job, your best asset's a short memory.
Don't beat yourself up. Too many other people out there doing that already.
Look, there's some of them right now.
Isn't this where you tell me some type of old fable
or wives' tale-
All right, all right, I got one.
Marcus Aurelius hired a servant to walk behind him
as he made his way through the Roman town square.
And this servant's only job
was to whisper in his ear when people praised him,
"You're only a man. You're only a man. "
- Okay, man? - Okay, man.
- That's some bullshit.
That's good.
I don't think you even know what that story means.
You're missing the point, Nick. It doesn't matter what they say.
Okay, I got this now.
All right, ladies and gentlemen, one at a time, one at a time.
So you'll be seeking the death penalty?
- For Rupert Ames, we will be. - And for Darby?
He has pled guilty to murder, but he is a cooperating witness.
The DA's office has committed all of its resources
to ensure that justice will be served.
Did you make any kind of-
Do you think this is a fair sentence for Darby?
I just wanted to say thanks for being in my corner.
It's nice when the system works, right?
Get away from me.
Move. Move.
Let's go.
Nuh-uh, what happened?
What happened to what?
What's wrong?
You call my job boring. " C-"?
Yes.
Well... okay now...
you gonna tell me what's wrong?
Can I talk to my daughter for a little bit?
- Oh, please. No no no. - Gonna lay down.
Please?
First of all, this is your father speaking.
- Yeah, she didn't know that. - You never know.
I want you to stay in there as long as you can.
'cause there's a lot of crazy-ass people out here.
Language.
Your mother's a hardass, but-
I'm right here.
And Daddy- Daddy wants you to come out and be Daddy's little girl.
I want her to come out 'cause she's on my bladder.
Ahh!
Anybody seen my phone?
- Hey, have you seen my phone? - It's not strapped to your hand?
No, it's not strapped to my hand.
- Daddy? - Yeah?
You're not gonna have some of my French toast?
- French toast? You made French toast? - Mm-hmm.
I can't, honey. I'm running late.
Okay.
All right, here- Mmm.
- Mmm, that's good. - Thank you.
- You did this by yourself? - Mm-hmm.
- You better than your mother. - I heard that.
Smells good in here. Your lifeline.
'Morning, baby. Give me a kiss.
Mmm! You going to your daughter's recital this afternoon?
Um, I thought you were gonna order the DVDs.
Video's not the same, Nick.
Mom, it's okay. Dad's got to work, I know.
See? It's all right. Dad's got to work. And what is Dad doing today?
- Lock up bad guys. - And why does he do that?
- To keep us safe. - Yeah. 'Cause he wants us to be safe.
- Baby, get your cello. - All right.
- Thank you so much. - You're welcome.
- Little Julia Child. - Mmm.
You know she's 10 years old, right?
- You know that? - I know that.
She doesn't understand why you're never around.
This good-guy, bad-guy stuff- that's just talk to her.
Don't do this, come on.
I can't come today.
You know you have not been to one recital-
- How many has she had? - Enough.
Okay. Well, we'll get the video,
we'll sit down and we'll watch it together as a family.
I love you.
All right?
- Thank you for the toast. - Love you.
- Love you too! - Bye.
Love you.
Huh.
- So how's Chip? - It's Chester.
What happened to Chip? I liked Chip.
There is no Chip.
And now there's no Chester. He kept calling.
- Sarah, that's a good thing. - I know, but I kept cancelling.
My caseload's crazy.
You know you don't have to go to this if you don't want to.
Yeah, I do. I...
What's it like?
No biggie. Like watching somebody fall asleep.
Except for the not-waking-up part.
Does it bother you?
Not anymore.
Sarah, your legs are looking real good in those heels.
What are you doing, Reynolds? Why you here? Your DVD player broken?
Ames has no family. I felt like someone should be here for him.
You just getting a little press?
Breathe.
What I did- it was wrong.
I should have never been there.
But I swear to God, I didn't kill those people.
The wrong man's dying here today.
That's all.
Ahh! Fuck!
Ahhh!
- Oh, God. - Take her- take her out.
- What the hell is going on? - I don't know.
Ahhh!
What could have caused the unexpected reaction of the inmate?
We'll keep you informed.
You okay? Huh?
Yeah.
So somebody killed the guy you were trying to kill?
What are we calling this?
Clear violation of his Eighth Amendment rights-
- cruel and unusual punishment. - Law school.
Yeah. The machine- how does it work on a good day?
It's designed to be pain-free.
It's three drugs administered in a specific order.
From this point on, we're operating under the assumption
that the machine was corrupted.
We're gonna need a list of all the people with access to that machine.
- My people would not do this. - I appreciate that, Warden,
but I'm gonna need more than a hall pass and a note from Mom.
Detectives, got this off the back of the machine.
- Check it out. - Let me see it.
Right there.
"Can't fight fate. "
What is it, Nick?
During the home invasion, Ames's accomplice
said to one of the vics, "You can't fight fate. "
And then he said the same thing to me in the courtroom- prick.
I can't remember his name, though.
Have a look at this- your guy?
- Clarence James Darby. - He's a cutie.
- You got history with him? - Put him away.
All right, three years. That the going rate for murder these days?
There was extenuating circumstances.
The only extenuating circumstances should be he didn't do it.
Still, three years at Marion? Fucking gladiator academy.
You expect him to come back a model citizen?
Well, if you scholars wouldn't contaminate the crime scenes,
I could keep them locked up longer.
Authorities have refused to comment at this point,
but foul play cannot be ruled out.
The prisoner had been on death row for the past 10 years-
his name, Rupert Ames.
All we know at this point
is what was supposed to be a painless execution
has turned into something out of a horror film.
Yeah?
- Clarence Darby? - Who's this?
coke on the table,
bitch on the floor- life in prison.
Who the fuck is this?
Look out your window, south side.
- Is this a joke? Get up! - Ahh!
South side.
Motherfucker.
Shit. Out of the way!
- Stay down! - You're all crazy!
He's heading north! Go go!
- Damn. - Move it, move it. Go on!
- What now? - Wipe the prints off the gun.
- Get rid of it. - No no.
You fired six times, genius. You bring any ammunition?
- Lose it. - Why are you doing this?
I want to keep you out of prison.
See the abandoned factories? Go toward them.
- Why? - There's a cop car there with a cop in it.
What the fuck?
I tasered him, but he'll be waking up in about 90 seconds,
so you'd better move.
Rise and fucking shine, bitch. Wake the fuck up!
Let's go! Start the fucking car!
- Okay! - Do it.
- Take it easy, take it- - Come on!
- Okay, let's go. - Take it easy.
Let's go! Get in gear, shithead, now!
Do it! Go go go!
Get the fuck out.
Let's go.
Get the fuck down there!
Okay. What about my wife? My little girl?
- I'll never see them again. - Fucked up, ain't it?
Oh oh oh.
You don't mind if I take this, do you?
My guardian angel.
I am impressed.
You know why I'll never see my wife and little girl again?
'Cause you took 'em from me.
You remember me?
Sure you do.
You came over to my house once before.
You don't remember?
This tetrodotoxin...
should be nicely into your system by now.
It's isolated from the liver of a Caribbean puffer fish.
So it paralyzes you,
but leaves all the other neurological functions
perfectly intact.
In other words, you can't move...
but you feel everything.
It does absolutely nothing to blunt the pain.
And you're about to experience more of that
than you could ever fucking imagine.
These are tourniquets
so you don't bleed out, 'cause you may be here a while.
Saline solution-
that should keep us going.
Clamps- nice and secure.
Comfortable?
You really are shaking.
Sure you're all right?
You'll love this-
adrenaline.
Now this is so you don't pass out.
There you go.
How's that feel? Good?
Now what we don't want is you swallowing your tongue,
so bear with me.
Now this is for your penis, but we'll get to that later.
Scalpel...
for your eyelids,
in case you insist on fucking shutting them.
You see,
I know what it feels like to be helpless.
just like when I watched you slaughter my whole family.
You know you can't fight fate, right, Darby?
Oh!
And look- I made this especially for you.
You like it? Yeah, I didn't want you to miss anything.
Now you have the best view in the house.
You hear that?
Your heart is beating so fast.
No, me too.
Okay.
Now they get to watch you suffer.
They'll be the last thing you ever see
as I cut off every single one of your fucking limbs.
See, I wasn't lying
when I told you that I wanted to keep you out of prison.
That was the truth.
Thanks for the car.
Okay, these are all the case files on Darby.
I vetted through what I could. We have crime-scene photos-
Don't need to see 'em.
Okay.
- What's bothering you? - It's Darby.
All the crimes he's committed have one thing in common,
and that was violence. But yesterday at that execution,
- that wasn't violence. That was- - What?
- That was intellect. - Okay.
- What are you thinking? - I don't know.
I'm just thinking maybe we shouldn't be looking for Darby.
Jesus Christ.
Rice.
Good news, Counselor. We found Darby.
I gotta say though, he's looked better.
They found him in about 25 pieces:
no legs, no arms, eyelids were sliced off- gruesome.
- Shedding tears for Darby? - Not quite.
- I see your wheels turning. - Think motive- who has one?
The husband, the father. What do we know about him?
He owned the warehouse where they found Darby.
- What else? - He's a tinkerer-
uh, little inventions, gizmos. He holds two dozen patents
that made him some money.
He liquidated most of his wealth a few years ago
to buy some industrial properties around airports,
chemical plants, rail yards.
- It doesn't add up. - No, it's weird, right?
Search 'em all, Sarah. See what you find.
Freeze!
- Get down, go! - On your knees!
- Face down, face down! - Pull him down and cuff him!
Crazy men scare the shit out of me.
Is this guy a lawyer?
No.
He's an engineer.
Nick, look at this.
We have zero evidence. Gonna need a confession.
He give you any trouble on the way in?
No, nothing.
He wasn't too happy when we took his bracelet, though.
- Can I help you? - Package for the Rice family.
Oh, yeah. Thanks.
Mom, the video from my recital came. Can we watch it?
- Please? - No, not you.
No, please, we said we were gonna wait for your father, remember?
- Please? - No, not now.
Okay.
Uh-huh, yes.
Yes, absolutely.
Mommy!
Don't worry, he's just disarming the guy, letting him feel easy.
What I'm about to tell you I don't want anybody else to hear.
As a prosecutor, I'm breaking all the rules right now,
and I don't give a damn because I'm a father.
I have a little girl.
And what you did... bravo.
The world is better without Darby and Ames.
You're not gonna see a tear shed from me or anybody in my office.
With that being said...
I have a job to do.
I'm gonna ask you some very simple and direct questions.
I suggest that you answer them in the same fashion.
Is your name Clyde Alexander Shelton?
Yes, sir.
And you've waived your right to counsel, correct?
- Yes, sir. - You sure you want to do that?
Yes.
Did you murder Clarence Darby?
I wanted him dead.
He killed my wife and child.
Rupert Ames- did you murder him as well?
Rupert Ames deserved to die.
They both deserved to die.
So you arranged both of those murders?
Yes, I planned it...
in my head, over and over again. It took me a long time.
All right.
I guess we're done here.
Counselor?
You might want to cancel your 12:30 lunch with Judge Roberts.
Excuse me?
In fact, you might want to cancel the rest of the week,
'cause you're gonna be busy. Sit down.
We're done here. We have your confession.
Mmm. Oh, you do?
On tape.
See, in our profession, we consider that a slam-dunk.
Oh, really? I don't think so. Let's think back.
What did I say?
That I wanted to kill Clarence Darby?
Yeah, sure. What father wouldn't?
That both Darby and Ames deserved to die?
I think most people would agree with that.
That I planned it over and over again in my head?
Yeah. Who wouldn't fantasize about that?
None of these are an admission of guilt, Nick.
- You might want to check the tape. - We know you did it.
Well, it's not what you know, it's what you can prove in court.
Didn't you tell me that once?
The only problem with your theory
is that Darby's property was found on your property.
One of my many properties- an old abandoned warehouse, Nick.
Junkies, they trespass there all the time.
Isn't Darby involved in the drug trade?
That's an unsavory world. I bet you a jury would agree.
Or perhaps someone was trying to frame me.
You know, Clyde,
there's a lot of assholes in prison that thought they were smarter than me.
Let's stop fucking around.
Nick, unless you have any hard evidence,
then why are we even here? Why are we having this-
- What do you want? - -conversation?
Well, that's easy.
Now you're the one who makes deals with murderers, yeah?
So I've come to make mine.
I will give you a confession, a real confession.
You just have to give me something in return.
Yeah, well, since you are a murderer, what might that be?
A bed.
But a nice bed.
I want a nice new one for my cell.
Very simple.
You're gonna have to deal with that, because the one I have is lumpy, Nick.
It's making me crazy.
Clyde, I think you've got me confused with detail people.
See, I don't deal with prison conditions.
I believe those cots are bolted into the cells.
Well, that's what wrenches are for, dumbass.
You know, one of those new Duxiana beds
with the adjustable- you know, adjustable lumbar support,
- that's the one. - I've seen the commercial.
- That's the one I want. - Those are nice.
- 'Cause really- - Comes on late at night.
- And frankly I don't think- - Two old people laying on the bed.
- I'll be able to focus on anything
until I've had a good revitalizing night's sleep
in my therapeutic Duxiana bed.
So that's the deal:
you get me my bed, you get your confession.
Okay, let me think about that for a second.
How about...
fuck no.
Hey, what are you doing?
- What do you mean? - Why did you tell him no?
A mattress? He doesn't make those kinds of decisions.
Take your ego out of it, Nick. - this case is shit.
We need a confession. And a mattress for a murder confession?
- That's a pretty good deal. - He's playing us, Jonas.
Well, then we will play him.
Nick?
There's an urgent call from your office. They say you're not answering your cell.
I need to finish up here and then I will be home as soon as I can.
the things on this video-
Nick, I have never seen anything like it.
Please come home.
Listen, you need to calm down. Tell her that it's not real...
- Okay. - ... and that I love her.
Come home. Come home soon, please.
- Kelly, did you see his face? - No.
It was covered with something. I couldn't see.
Okay, baby, let me finish up here and I'll come home as fast as I can, okay?
Okay.
This motherfucker sent a DVD to my house of him killing Darby.
- What? - My daughter saw it.
He recorded it? We've got him.
No no, he had on a mask. We need that confession.
You still want to bargain with this man?
The art of the possible, Warden.
Make the deal.
Hey, come on, man! Give us one!
Back problem, Warden- the worst.
You got bigger problems than that.
It's the have-nots in here, son.
I don't know that I want to be the one " have. "
Turn around.
I don't think he likes me.
Nice bed.
Thank you.
It's a single.
We can't put Clyde Shelton anywhere-
not in a job, not in a city, not even the country.
So I dug a little deeper and I found something from his missing years:
a couple of contract payments to Clyde from the Department of Defense.
- And his real estate? - He bought nine properties
under his own name, then he transferred them
to some corporation in Panama.
We can't get to the addresses.
A lack of reciprocity is our problem.
So I'm gonna circle back to the farmhouse.
That's a waste of time. He wanted us to find it and find him there.
It's the industrial stuff that's curious.
All right, I don't care what you have to do and who you have to piss off.
If we have to invade Panama again, fine.
Clyde is hiding those properties for a reason. Find him.
Got it.
- Baby, you leave it cracked? - Hmm? Yeah, I left it cracked.
- Night light? - Isn't she too old for a night light?
Yeah, I left a night light.
- Good. - Look,
I told her that that video wasn't real.
- Okay. - It's some sort of horror film-
something she shouldn't be looking at anyway.
- Okay, good. - She'll be okay.
Yeah. And you?
- Am I what? Okay? - Yeah.
Of course. Don't I look okay?
- Hmm? - Yeah.
Nick is always okay.
Always- I'm extra good.
In light of Mr. Shelton's economic means
and his potential flight risk,
the egregious nature of both Mr. Ames's and Mr. Darby's deaths,
the state requests that bail be denied, Your Honor.
Seeing as how you've waived your right to counsel, Mr. Shelton,
do you have anything to say?
Mr. Shelton?
Do you have anything that you'd like to say, Mr. -
Yes yes yes, Your Honor.
- Should I stand? - Please.
Your Honor, I'm a law-abiding citizen.
I'm just a regular guy.
I am not a flight risk.
And this is my first alleged offense.
And the prosecution has not presented one single piece of evidence against me.
Now in these circumstances,
unless the state has obtained some new piece of information
relating to my involvement in the matter in question,
then I find it highly prejudicial, even constitutionally offensive,
to keep me detained without bail.
It's a slippery slope, Your Honor.
Haven't we seen the result of such violations,
both internationally and domestically? Case in point
would be Day V. McDonough, docket #041325.
I am actually inclined to agree with you, Mr. Shelton.
Your Honor, Mr. Shelton has agreed to give us a full confession.
Has he given it, Mr. Rice?
No, Your Honor.
Well, then in my opinion,
the state has failed to establish a compelling basis
for its motion, and I will grant bail in the amount of-
Your Honor, I would caution you not to do that.
Thank you.
Excuse me?
No, I don't think I will excuse you.
You see, this is what I'm talking about.
You were about to let me go. Are you kidding me?
This is why we're here in the first place.
You think I don't remember who you are, lady?
I would tread carefully, Mr. Shelton.
Well, how carefully should I tread?
Because apparently I just killed two people,
and you were about to let me walk right out that door!
How misguided are you?
I feed you a couple of bullshit legal precedents,
and there you go- you jump on it like a bitch in heat.
- Folks, you all hang out- - I'm warning you, Mr. Shelton!
- -in the same little club. - You will be held in contempt!
And every day you let madmen and murderers back on the street.
- You're too busy treating the law- - One more time!
- -like it's a fucking assembly line! - One more time.
- Do you have any idea what justice is? - You are now-
- Whatever happened to right and wrong? - -in contempt of court.
- Whatever happened to right and wrong? - Remove this man.
- Whatever happened to the people? - Bail denied!
- Whatever happened to justice? - Bail denied!
And I bet you take it up the fucking ass, bitch.
Bailiff.
Hey, see you later, Nick.
Insanity?
That's what you're building your defense on? Insanity?
Nick, I told you I would give you a confession.
And I- I meant it.
- I saw a movie today. - You did?
My daughter saw the same movie.
Well, you taught your daughter about good versus evil?
I don't have to.
Well, that's what this movie was about: good conquering evil,
the righteous prospering, the wicked suffering.
I didn't get that.
I'm gonna give you one more chance, Clyde.
And don't test me 'cause I will run you over.
Fair enough.
You did get me my bed.
A deal's a deal.
That was you on video killing Clarence Darby, wasn't it?
Yes, that was me.
Okay, fair enough. That was me, Clyde Shelton,
on the video, killing Clarence Darby.
Not good enough, Clyde. I need specifics.
I took his fingers with bolt cutters,
his toes with tin snips,
his balls with a hacksaw,
and his penis with a box cutter.
How's that for specifics?
And Ames?
Switching the canisters was easy. Everything's automated these days,
so I just hacked into the shipping company's server
and swapped a few numbers around so the package came to me.
Then I switched the potassium chloride
with something a little more... deliberate.
Well, I'm tired of hearing your bullshit.
I got everything I need.
What now?
I go home; you go to prison.
You know, the righteous prospering, the wicked suffering.
That ought to make you feel better about the system.
What if I had another confession to make?
Call a priest.
But another confession would mean another deal, Nick,
so you would have to give me something in return.
You ever been to Del Frisco's? They cater.
So for lunch, I would love a 20 oz. porterhouse steak,
medium, maybe a little bit charred,
with all the trimmings- pommes frites, asparagus, butter squash.
Fuck you and your pommes frites.
can I have my iPod as well?
I'd love a little bit of music with my meal.
First rule of negotiating, Clyde: you gotta have something to bargain with.
Would the life of Bill Reynolds suffice?
Open it.
Who the fuck is Bill Reynolds?
Darby's attorney.
Tell me you located him.
I've got his wife. She reported him missing three days ago.
Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.
Well, looks like I've got something to bargain with after all, Nick.
At the moment, Bill Reynolds is still alive.
I'll tell you exactly where he is.
Just bring me my meal and my music at 1:00 exactly.
1:00 sharp.
1:00, Nick.
That's good, right there.
All right, up!
- It's 12:55. - I don't take orders from him or you.
And inmates don't have access to the time.
- We tell them what time it is. - I don't care if he has a Rolex or not.
We need to stick to the timeline that was agreed to.
Fuck him, Nick. Let him wait.
Christ, he sawed a guy's dick off.
Whether you like it or not, we are on his time.
Check it again.
Are you shitting me with this?!
This motherfucker!
Man, come on! I'm fucking hungry!
Steamed asparagus,
- lobster macaroni and cheese... - Wow.
...porterhouse steak, seared, medium rare.
Mmm!
Hmm.
- Napkin, Nick. - Napkin.
Oh, excuse me, waiter?
You might want to put 30% down for yourself, my man.
- Hey, what time is it? - It's 1:00.
Is that right, Nick?
- It's 1:08. - That's disappointing, Warden.
I mean, how can you expect me not to fuck with you
when you can't even be honest with me?
Late or not, Clyde, you have what you asked for. Now where's Reynolds?
Can I have some silverware, gentlemen?
Silverware.
You get a spork.
Idiot.
Thanks.
Come on, Clyde.
Okay.
Here we go:
39N57'...
04",
075W10'22".
And you'd better hurry, Nick.
'Cause by anybody's watch but the warden's, you're already late.
- Open the door! - Where's my lunch, motherfucker?
I'll take a ground unit!
So I suppose if I don't share this with you, you're gonna-
I'm gonna get the fuck up,
I'm gonna cock back my right hand,
and I'm gonna split your whole fucking skull in two. How about that?
Well, come on over here. Join me. There's plenty to go around.
Here, enjoy. Have some pasta.
It's good.
What about some steak? You want steak?
- Mmm. - Here, have some steak.
Here's a big piece for you.
There you go.
Good, huh?
What'd you do to get in here, anyways?
I did what I had to do.
So you got a girl or something?
Mmm, it's a long story.
Pilot, how much longer?
Two minutes.
How about you? You have a girl?
- Got a few girls back home. - Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
- You have a boyfriend in here or no? - Get the fuck out of here.
This is- it's Reynolds's.
- Not a good sign, Nick. - Just dig.
- Jesus Christ! - Reynolds!
- He's unconscious. - Reynolds!
He's gone, Nick. He's gone.
- Oxygen? - Get something to get him out!