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[footsteps]
[door slamming]
Lawyer: [clears throat] So, uh, Mister Kel-
Rusty “Red Hawk”: Red Hawk. Hawk would do fine, but I've told you not to call me by my actual name.
Lawyer: Okay, Mister Hawk then. How's the, uh, Christmas album comin' along?
Hawk: Yeah, great. I got some other inmates to sing harmonies. [singing] Silent heist... [speaking] Anyway, thanks for helping me get the recording equipment cleared in security.
Lawyer: Yeah, no problem. Uh, so you wanted to... tell me something?
Hawk: Yeah, yeah look... You gotta get me out of here, right? It's not that I'm not able to handle this place, but... ah, you know, a bird, between parentheses, like me, end of parentheses, wants to fly. And my crew is out there doing damage with some other kid, using my name, and my fuckin’ mask.
Lawyer: Hawk, look... They got you... You understand? They got you good.
Hawk: But I-
Lawyer: They got you on tape from the Jeeves' Jewels break-in, and the Commonwealth Bank robbery. Your fingerprints were all over the panic room. Then your apartment is full of blueprints from banks in Queensland, and the list goes on and on.
Hawk: [sigh]
Lawyer: Then, you decide to beat up Hercules St-B. How many times is that now?
Hawk: Thirteen! That backstabbing cocksucker.
Lawyer: Yeah, thirteen. Right. How do you think that affects-
Hawk: Ah, it's just bloody karma. Of all the prison blocks in all of the prisons in the country, I end up in the same as Herc'. It's just nature's way of telling me I should give him a broken ribcage every once in a while... That double-crossing, son of a “50% off every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday” prostitute deserves much worse.
Lawyer: If you think it's worth a week in isolation for every... incident... do as you please!
Hawk: The guards gotta love it though, they keep putting me back in the same cell block as him.
Lawyer: Okay, well here's the thing... I don't know what they're like where you're from, but you’re still in the land down under. You pull some shit like this? You're goin' away for a long, long time.
Hawk: Ah, you're a lawyer, work your magic.
Lawyer: Hey, I'm outta mana, buddy.
Hawk: Is this a financial problem?
Lawyer: What are you babbling about?
Hawk: You need... economic motivation?
Lawyer: Look, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
Hawk: Ah, you prefer a whip to a carrot.
Lawyer: This conversation's over.
Hawk: [slams fists on table] This conversation is over when I say it's over!... Sit down.
[The lawyer sits back down.]
Hawk: So, you're sayin' my only way out... is breakin' out of here?
Lawyer: [sigh] Mister- Hawk, uh, as your lawyer I can't give any such advice or even talk about that kind of thing.
Hawk: Yeah, yeah... I guess I need to contact the Educator...
Lawyer: Who's… the Educator?
Hawk: This conversation is over!
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