You and Dutch broke up a long time ago.

It was not exactly an amicable break-up, it was a total shit-show! You thank God you never married the cruel bastard.

History aside, here you are, two suckers stuck in the same jail cell. The chances of you being here together, in this shitty temporary cell as he awaits on his boys, is slim to none…but never zero.

He’s been glaring at you for the past half an hour, and finally decides to speak. “You make me miss Colm O’Driscoll and his company,” he remarks.