Death Warrant Page #2

Is that a threat?

No.

That's a promise.

It never happened!

Back to dinner!

You're a rata, ese. F***in' dead.

What's the matter with you?

Can't you see this is a black table?

Stick with your own kind. Trust no one.

What about you?

What about me? You don't know who I am.

You don't know anything.

Hey, fish.

Why don't you sit with us, fish?

Sit down, bright boy.

- So what are you in for?

- I was a bad boy.

And you?

Me and Keel here, we got the big b*tch.

Habitual.

See these?

Those are the people he's killed.

That's very special.

Lock 'em up, Dick.

Begin count.

Tier 2-C, 69.

Tier 2-C, 68.

Pruno.

Make it ourselves.

It's good for what ails you.

I saw you helpin' out that n*gger Hawkins.

Not good. It's bad mojo.

Most of the time, you can't even

trust your own kind in this place.

Hey, Konefke.

How long have you been here?

Maybe six years.

I hear a lot of guys are dying.

Yeah, maybe.

But I don't see so well no more.

Like one of those monkeys you hear about.

Hear no evil, see no evil.

Hi, Louis.

That's a nice outfit.

Thank you.

Are you trying to get me killed?

You're supposed to be my wife,

not a princess.

I didn't realize.

Pay attention next time.

I ran your M.O. check

on serial killers here.

Nothing matches up.

I checked all the death certificates.

All the victims died of puncture wounds

to the back of the skull.

Maybe it's a serial killer,

but I'm thinking maybe it's gangs...

or, like, ritual killings.

Let's concentrate on the big tips.

Last one was Alvin Barrett.

His cell mate, I'll talk to him.

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?

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