You've been jailed for tax evasion. 10 months isn't much, you think. The guard takes you to your cell. -You know, I wouldn't want to be you right now... -And why is that? You Ask He directs you to a cell that looks dark, either that or there's something blocking the light -Gregson... How nice to see you, My toes are so dry... They need a lick a voice echoes inside the cell, thick and imposing