My life's been a mess ever since you left. A little well-earned love after a long time at sea.Į-mailing her undying love from Aurora, Illinois. It's like someone thinking he was born to a god, a god he's never met. Yeah.Īnd then you can catch up with your uncle. You've become kind of like a mythological hero to him. Yeah, I've been telling him stories about being down there before we came back to the States. I haven't seen you in what, three, four years? Like the same massive hole losing a husband is.
The massive hole that leaves in your life. SARA: Someone's got a sick sense of humor. I didn't want my nephew to see me like that. He hates me for marrying someone other than his brother, but.Īnd. I didn't think I was ever gonna see you again. fate has got us joined at the hip somehow. I knew you'd be the same obstinate son of a beyotch you always been, but I'd hoped you'd seen the light.īut you are what you is and you is what you are. Least let me take my rightful correspondence. Is there any possible way your brother could've survived? "By your hand you shall know the glories of your Progeny and our world will be made right forevermore."īut just like that envelope's addressed to me, those words are addressed to me. what angle could I possibly have in coming here and telling you that it looks like your brother might just be alive? j& j&Īnd then I gave the words another look-see. T-BAG: I may be a sophisti-cat, but not so sophisticated as to forge something like that.īesides. Received it on release earlier this week. Seems fate has deigned to join us at the hip once again, despite our mutual contempt.
You don't get off my deck, I'm gonna crack your skull. You're supposed to be going up in the world as you age, or did you not get the memo? I'm clear with the government, the D.O.C. We're gonna find you, you know, and we're gonna open you up.
Back to your roots, the way you've always been.Ī small-time crook who can't pay his debts. who made it out of the neighborhood.Īnd look at you now. How about you step out and pay us the hundred grand you owe us?īig tough guy. What is it with you killers that put the satin on women's panties anyhow? Something really wrong with the world when I'm receiving dozens of letters a week for guys like you. How a cesspool like you gets his walking papers I'll never know. Must have friends in high places, Bagwell. Was the man who died who you thought he was? I wish I could be there with you, but as you know now, I wouldn't have had much time. Well, if you're watching this, that means you're safe. MICHAEL: Not if you designed the place, it isn't. Why you want to see Burrows so bad anyhow? JUDGE: I find it incumbent that you see the inside of a prison cell, Mr. Subtitle By-KingJAIN LINCOLN: I didn't kill that man, Michael.