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I feel bad. I let him down. Ah, that's crap, kid. He's proud of you. We've been friends a long time so I know him as good as anybody. - A smart fellow, ain't he? - As smart as they come. He used to be a banker on the outside. What's he in here for, anyway? Murder. The hell you say! You wouldn't think it to look at the guy. He caught his wife in bed with some golf pro. He greased them both. What? About four years ago, I was in Thomaston on a two-to-three stretch. I stole a car. It was a dumb-fuck thing to do. About six months left to go, I get a new cellmate in. Elmo Blatch. Big, twitchy fucker. Kind of roomie you pray you don't get. You know what I'm saying? Six-to-twelve, armed burglary. He said he'd pulled hundreds of jobs. Hard to believe, high-strung as he was. You'd cut a loud fart, he'd jump three feet in the air.