Death Warrant Page #2

You did good.

Thanks.

I need you to give me some money.

I'll have the office credit

your prison account this afternoon.

That's no good. I need real cash

to get anything done here.

Inmates aren't allowed to have cash.

You'll find a way

to bring me the money easy.

I don't know if I can do that.

This is my life we're talking about.

I'll get you the money.

Tell the kids Daddy loves them.

I'm telling you, I won't condone it.

If you won't authorize the money,

I'll give it to him myself.

Don't play games with me, Miss Beckett.

You are a liaison on this case

and nothing more.

Take it easy.

Don't let him get to you.

Another one of your lovely peers?

Hi, Helen.

Thank you, Rosarita. I'll do it.

I stopped asking Tom about

these investigations years ago.

It's all so sordid anyway.

- I thought politics interested you.

- No, not anymore.

Since I got out of the hospital,

things have taken on a new perspective.

Remember me?

I want you to meet my homey. Bruce!

He likes to kick the sh*t

out of white trash like you, boy.

So what you gonna do? Huh?

Where'd you get all those books?

My wife. We like to read a lot.

Sh*t. The only thing I read

is girly magazine letters.

Get back.

Listen to this one.

"Dear Sirs.

I never thought this would happen to me,

but I was workin' the late shift...

when this big-titted mama comes up to me."

You think any of this stuff

ever really happens?

- Don't know.

- Never happened to me.

Hawkins... you know him?

Thanks.

Hello, guys. You miss me?

It's the Lone Ranger.

Hi-ho, Silver. What's up, Kimosabe?

The man just waltzes right on in here...

visits with the happy, old negros.

You're Lobo, Burke. You know that.

- I'm Lobo?

- Yep.

You know how wolves stake out

their territory pissin' on things?

I figure you pissed on

just about everything around here.

- You know everything, right?

- Been here a long time.

What are you in for?

Murder.

Let me guess.

You're innocent, right?

I choked the son of a b*tch

just as sure as I'm sittin' here.

Been here over ten years.

That's a long time...

to be rollin' smokes

and countin' cockroaches.

What's that?

Makin' shot for zip guns.

Scary times. People gettin'

spiked in the head and sh*t.

Gotta learn to defend yourself...

- So you don't get dusted.

- I heard that, man.

You probably figure I owe you something

'cause of what you did the other day.

Barrett... who killed him?

He was my friend.

Let me tell you something.

I don't owe you jack sh*t.

You wanna know what happened

to your friend? See the Priest.

The Priest?

That's all I'm sayin'.

I'm tellin' you, the lower you go,

the funkier it gets in this place.

Down where we're goin',

the guards won't even come down here.

This guy I'm gonna introduce you to...

Priest, man. He's part f***in' snake.

I know you think I'm shittin' you,

but I'm not.

Wait till you see his eyes.

Don't look at 'em too long.

It gives me the f***in' creeps.

You gotta cover your ass down here,

and I mean that literally.

It's gonna blow your mind, man.

You gotta see this.

What?

What are you talkin' about?

- Look, that's not the deal we made.

- Priest...

Listen! Look.

I want my stuff now.

Like I started saying before...

Priest, this is Burke.

Yeah.

I heard you went airborne on Perez.

You want a lady?

He thinks he's too good for me.

What's wrong with my ladies?

Nothing.

I just need some help.

I help lots of people.

I get Jersey hormone pills.

Is that the kind of help you want?

Alvin Barrett... who killed him?

Someone punched a hole in his head.

Why?

I can't just tell you these things.

I give you a little, you taste it.

That's how things work.

You could talk to Myerson,

Barrett's former cell mate.

He's in solitary now...

but he works in the infirmary,

night shift.

He can fill prescriptions

if you got the money.

Sure you don't wanna sample my goods?

I'll take a rain check.

Got another one.

He won't be home for dinner.

- What is this?

- Goddamn medical waste.

Medical waste.

- You Myerson?

- What do you want?

I need some medicine.

I got prescription drugs...

morphine and uppers. What do you need?

I hear you were Barrett's cell mate.

He was a good kid, huh?

- He's dead now.

- Yeah.

On drugs. Bad news.

No way.

He was as green as grass.

He never did nothin'.

Convenience store robbery, and that's it.

Maybe he was in a gang then.

I said he was clean.

What are you so curious about?

He was my friend

who got spiked in the head.

Maybe you know who did it.

- I'm not saying another word.

- Yes, you are.

Hey, f*** you!

What is this?

It's soda pop.

You're gonna drink this.

Please, man, don't!

I didn't do nothing! Christ!

Look, they'll kill me if I talk.

A guard let 'em in, not me.

Lockup, five minutes. Move it!

I'll talk to you.

- Hello?

- It's Burke.

I've got something.

Hang on a second.

Okay, I'm ready.

Barrett's cell mate is scared.

Whatever's going on,

the guards are involved.

I need to see the victims' files.

The files haven't been transferred

to computer yet.

Harrison's files are

all still at the prison.

What are you doing?

Right now?

Eating dinner.

Is there anything else?

I'll be in touch.

Have a nice little chat?

I need the key to the records room.

That can be arranged.

- Hey!

- What?

What do you got here?

A load of shirts for the reception desk.

Okay, you got me.

I was takin' some pruno

over to the guys in storage.

Now, you know I'm gonna have to take that.

Sure.

You ever actually taste that stuff?

- I don't think so.

- All right.

Well, maybe. Let me try some.

Oh, man!

Well, you're gonna have to develop

a taste for it.

You just can't go

wading into the sh*t, you know.

New arrival.

- What was that?

- What was what?

I must be going crazy.

Lot of old ghosts

hangin' around this place.

Let's get out of here.

Only the murder victims

have the "SL" notation.

The victims are brand-new...

no drugs, no gangs.

All different ages and race.

I can check with the mainframe system.

Maybe "SL" is some sort of

departmental abbreviation.

I've got the guy for you.

I've worked with him before.

He's a real pro.

He'll do the hacking for you.

And don't tell Keane about this, okay?

You know this is illegal, don't you?

Sort of illegal. Do you mind?

Are you kidding? I love it.

See, I like to think of myself

as a renegade.

You know, like a cowboy.

Yeah, I'm a computer cowboy.

That's what I am.

- Well?

- Well, what? It's checking.

"SL" can stand for virtually anything...

or nothing at all.

So, you got a boyfriend or something?

The computer looks for combinations

of words beginning with "SL."

Then it sees if there are

any files in the system named that.

Sh*t. I'm missing Star Trek.

You wanna watch Star Trek?

All right. So...

We got something here.

Now we see where the files

are most commonly accessed from.

- Bingo!

- That's it. That's the file.

Sh*t! We need the password.

That's okay. It's a start.

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