Intro

[footsteps]
[door slamming]

Lawyer: [clears throat] So, uh, Mister-

Hoxton: Hoxton. I've told you to just call me Hoxton.

Lawyer: Okay, Mister Hoxton then. How's the, uh, Christmas album comin' along?

Hoxton: 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?

Hoxton: 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 wants to fly. And my crew is out there doing damage with some other guy, using my name, and my fuckin' mask.

Lawyer: Hoxton, look... They got you... You understand? They got you good.

Hoxton: But I-

Lawyer: They got you on tape from the Garnet Group break-in, and the First World Bank robbery. Your fingerprints were all over the panic room. Then your apartment is full of blueprints from banks in D.C., and the list goes on and on.

Hoxton: [sigh]

Lawyer: Then, you decide to beat up Matt Roscoe. How many times is that now?

Hoxton: Thirteen! That backstabbing cocksucker.

Lawyer: Yeah, thirteen. Right. How do you think that affects-

Hoxton: 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 Matt. 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 two-quid prostitute deserves much worse.

Lawyer: If you think it's worth a week in isolation for every... incident... do as you please!

Hoxton: The guards gotta love it though, they keep putting me back in the same cell block as Matt.

Lawyer: Okay, well here's the thing... I don't know what they're like where you're from, but here in the States, you pull some shit like this? You're goin' away for a long, long time.

Hoxton: Ah, you're a lawyer, work your magic.

Lawyer: Hey, I'm outta mana, buddy.

Hoxton: Is this a financial problem?

Lawyer: What are you talkin' about?

Hoxton: You need... economic motivation?

Lawyer: Look, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

Hoxton: Ah, you prefer a whip to a carrot.

Lawyer: This conversation's over.

Hoxton: [slams fists on table] This conversation is over when I say it's over!... Sit down!

[The lawyer sits back down.]

Hoxton: So, you're sayin' my only way out... is breakin' out of here?

Lawyer: [sigh] Mister- Hoxton, uh, as your lawyer I can't give any such advice or even talk about that kind of thing.

Hoxton: Yeah, yeah... I guess I need to contact Bain...

Lawyer: Who's... Bain?

Hoxton: This conversation is over!