Merle: Funny Mike.
Mike: What's that Cal?
Merle: This used to be exercise run for fuckers on death row, remember? Now it's a fucking kennel. Must be something in there. Some kind of metaphor.
Mike: I don't know.
Merle: Nights in the hole. You ever get those vivid dreams? I was having the best fucking dream, man. They say solitary's cruel and unusual. Doesn't have to be.
Mike: Why are you back?
Merle: 'Cause I missed ya. Shit just seemed a little, I don't know, rudderless. Gave it a minute. Bidded my time. Shit got worse.
Mike: So you come back to town. You don't reach out? That it?
Merle: I sent up a flare. I hear you took over for Mitch. That's big shoes brother. Big shoes.
Mike: Somebody had to do it.
Merle: No doubt. I was sorry to hear about him. And your mom now. Jesus, Mike. That's fucking body blows.
Mike: Merle, look I need your help, alright? Bomb set off at KPD last night. Two soldiers. Your people.
Merle: My people?
Mike: Yeah.
Merle: I just got back Mike. Sounds like old resentments.
Mike: Well they fucked up the job, Cal. The cops got one of them. Guy tried to shoot through a wall of SWAT.
Merle: Shit. They don't sound like rocket scientists, now do they?
Mike: KPD finds the other one. They're going to know who ordered. That could be a problem for you. Just saying. If I find him, I can make the problem go away. I need a name.
Merle: Get me back into gen pop. I'll see if I can get you an ID. It's the best I can do. Give me the day.
Mike: I can get you six hours.