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(chuckles) I think it's a little more

complicated than that, Miss Sinclair.

Well, it makes sense if you think about it.

Why didn't Jack get the death penalty?

He killed a police officer.

But... It's not just Jack.

I have a whole list of names.

- Don't worry. Your name didn't come up.

- (chuckles)

Well, police corruption,

that poses a fundamental threat to

our security, our very way of life.

It impacts everything,

from how we protect our neighborhoods

and verdicts handed down in the courts.

If you have information, I think

you should come forward with it.

I plan to.

I just wanna make sure I understand

everything before I present the evidence.

Good. Good.

Well, let me know if there's

anything I can do to help.

Will do.

Here's my direct number.

You don't have to worry about Mark Crane.

(cell door opens)

Stone, you have a visitor.

Hello, Mr. Stone.

Miss Sinclair.

I've been looking forward to your visit.

How do you know who I am?

What are you gonna do with

the information I sent you?

That was you?

What do you want?

Use the information, Miss Sinclair.

(handset settles in cradle)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(fingers snap)

William. Come on.

You're like a walking roadblock.

Move! (chuckles)

- Mmm. Hey.

- Hi.

WOMAN:
Happy birthday.

Because you are my anchor,

and no matter how rough

the seas of life get,

I know that you will

always be there for me.

- I love you.

- STONE:
I love you.

(knocking)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Are you... you Jack Stone?

Thanks for your help earlier.

What do you mean?

Never mind.

I'm William.

Pretty important around here.

When there's blood to be

cleaned up off the floors,

I'm the one they call.

You can imagine this

place keeps me pretty busy.

You know Balam?

Yes.

Yeah, everybody's afraid of him.

Semyon's his cousin.

You pushed his face into the...

I know who Semyon is.

But you're not afraid of Balam?

No.

You know where Balam's cell is?

Everybody knows where it

is, but nobody goes there,

not even the guards.

Well, the good ones anyway.

I like your bracelet.

Were you in the navy?

It was a gift from my wife.

She's gone now.

(sighs)

That's sad. I'm sorry.

Ha, ha! (yells)

(women clamoring)

(alarm blaring)

Get off me! Don't touch me!

Hold up. I'll take her from here.

You two are needed in "D" block.

Come on, honey.

Isn't solitary the other way?

Shut your face.

Cousin, why am I here? Everything is fine.

There are three reasons why

I choose to live in a prison.

Protection from my many enemies.

It provides a blind spot

to keep my many business dealings

off the government's radar.

And finally,

control.

Control means power.

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