Death Warrant Page #4

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.

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