Moore: It happens. But not at this scale.
Evelyn: Yeah, they’re dying on the streets too.
Moore: That’s some throne you’ve inherited.
Eveyln: Speak for yourself.
Moore: First prisoner went down swallowed balloons. When he died, we thought it ruptured.
Evelyn: And?
Moore: They cut it out of him. Sold it anyway.
Evelyn: Jesus Christ. That’s a new one.
Moore: Wasn’t OD killed him. Whatever this poison is.
Evelyn: Who brought it in?
Moore: The mule was a Crypt, we think.
Evelyn: Bunny Washington.
Moore: Could be. Could be not.
