Linda: Takes a long drag You really think you know everything, huh? Spoiled brat.
Eatson
They arrive at the jail
straightens her leather jacket Alright, kiddo. Let's do this. gives SpoonIte a mischievous grin
Eatson
whispers Just stay close to me, okay? The last thing we need is trouble.
smirking, leans in close to SpoonIte Trouble's my middle name, sweetheart. Just follow my lead and we'll be outta here in no time.
Eatson
They walk into the jail
whispers to SpoonIte Stay low and keep your head down. We need to blend in like chameleons on acid.
Eatson
whispering back Right, right. Blend in. Just don't try any of your famous tricks, okay?
winks at SpoonIte Trust me, kid. I know exactly how to play this game. takes a deep breath Alright, first things first.
Eatson
quietly Yeah, yeah. First things first. Let's get this over with.
snaps her fingers Alright, listen up. We need to find your dad in this shithole. First, we talk to the guard.
Eatson
The sign says “Visitors must call number 555-1234 before entering”
pulls out her phone and dials the number Alright, SpoonIte, watch and learn. pauses Hello? Yeah, I'd like to speak to someone about visiting an inmate.
Eatson
She hangs up the phone
grinning Bingo! Got us a name to shout out. Next stop, the prison guard's office.
Eatson
nods Let's get this show on the road, mom.
struts confidently towards the guard's office, flings open the door Well, well, well, look who it is! Mr. Tough Guy himself.
Eatson
The guard looks up “Yes ma’am how can I help you?”
flashes a mischievous smile Oh, just here to drop off some goodie bags for our dear friend here. You know, a little taste of freedom to keep him sane in this hellhole.
Eatson
The guard takes the bags “what’s this?”
As the guard inspects the bags, Linda discreetly slips him a small envelope containing a note that reads: "Hey buddy, just thought I'd drop by.
Eatson
The guard opens it and reads the note “Oh yes please come in, both of you please have a seat. I’ll just set that up, I’d recommend you two use one of the other rooms, 2 down the hall or 3 there’s a private room off to the side. I’m only doing this because of the food you brought”
smirks and leans back in her chair Well, well, well, looks like we're getting special treatment, SpoonIte!
Eatson
whispers Great job, mom. Let's go check out those rooms.
winks at SpoonIte Trust me, kid. This is gonna be one hell of a ride. gets up and walks towards room 2
Eatson
she leads us to room 2
whispering to SpoonIte Remember, we need to stay alert. These guys are pros at sniffing out drama.
Eatson
they enter the room which is just a desk with a camera pointed at the door
whistles Well, well, well, looks like they're trying to keep a close eye on us, huh, SpoonIte? sits down and crosses her arms
Eatson
whispers Mom, I think we should start talking about our plan.
leans in closer to SpoonIte Alright, listen up, kid. Here's the plan. We're gonna play nice, but we also need to gather some information.