Tim McManus : I'm sorry Rebadow, it's your word against his. The word of a correctional officer against the word of an inmate... who is known to talk to god.
Burr Redding : [Augustus Hill has just OD'd on drugs] So how's he doing?
Tim McManus : [Grabbing Redding Angrily] You son of a bitch, Augustus' blood is swimming in heroin, you want to fucking tell me about that!
Tim McManus : I don't know nothing about that! Just tell me how the fuck he is
Tim McManus : He's dying, he's lying in a fucking hospital bed, dying.
Burr Redding : So why the fuck are you sitting here trying to talk to me?
Tim McManus : I want to know who gave him the drugs Redding!
Burr Redding : McManus, I swear to you I don't know nothing about that!
Tim McManus : Why the fuck should I believe you?
Burr Redding : I'm getting old, I should've died a long time ago, but there's one thing I won't do and that's outlive that boy, now you go to him and do everything you can and I swear to you I'll find the motherfucker that gave him smack!
Tim McManus : All right and when you do you bring him straight to me!
[Redding immediately searches for Poet]