Lawyer: *Coughs* So uh, Mister Bo-
Hoxton: Hoxton! I've told you to just call me Hoxton.
Lawyer: Okay, Mister Hoxton then. How's the, uh, Christmas Album coming along?
Hoxton: Yeah great. I got some other inmates to sing harmonies. *Sings* Silent heist. Anyway, thanks for helping me get the recording equipment cleared in security.
Lawyer: Yeah, no problem. Uh, so you wanted tell me something?
Hoxton: Yeah. Yeah, look. You got to 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mask!
Lawyer: Hoxton, look... They got you. You understand? They got you good.
Hoxton: But I-
Lawyer: They got you on tape from the Garner Group break in and the First World Bank robbery. Your finger prints were all over the panic room. Then you apartment is full of blueprints from banks in DC. And the list goes on and on. Then... You decide to beat up Matt Roscoe. How many times is that now?
Hoxton: Thirteen! That backstabbing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!
Lawyer: Yeah, thirteen. Right. How do you think that effects-
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-quit prostitute deserves much worse.
Lawyer: You think it's worth a week in isolation for every 'incident', do as you please.
Hoxton: The guards got to 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 ♥♥♥♥ like this? You're going away for a long, long time.
Hoxton: Ah, you're a lawyer, work your magic.
Lawyer: Hey, I'm out of mana, buddy.
Hoxton: Is this a 'financial problem'?
Lawyer: What are you talking about?
Hoxton: You need 'economic motivation'?
Lawyer: Okay, look. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.
Hoxton: Ah, you prefer a wip to a carrot.
Lawyer: *Gets up* This conversation is over.
Hoxton: *Slams hand on table* This conversation is over when I say it's over! Sit. Down.
*Lawyer sits back down*
Hoxton: So you're saying my only way out is breaking out of here?
Lawyer: *Sighs* Mister- *Sighs again* Hoxton, uhh. 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.