"Holmes? Is that you?" Bartlett asked, looking at the woman dressed like a high class escort.
"Oh, you know each other," the fake captain said. "You'll be good company then." He opened Bartlett's cell door and that's when the Detective made his move, charging towards the fake captain and wrestling him to the ground. He put the hefty guy into a choke hold, causing him to lose consciousness.
Bartlett stood up with the fake captain's gun in his hand. "Holmes, what the hell is going on? Why are you dressed like that? And who's this guy?" he asked, nodding down at the fake captain.
"I ... I'm a criminal," she whispered to herself, trying to make sense of it all.
"What? A criminal? What the hell are you talking about?" He stepped past the fake captain's body and grabbed a hold of Lisa. "Pull yourself together, Holmes. There's some kind of bad fucking shit going on around here and we have to get it under control. You got that?" He shook her.
"Yeah," she whimpered, then in a louder voice, she repeated it. "Yeah. I got it."
"Good. Now let's get out of here."
"Hey, what about me?" the apparent drunk asked in the other cell.
Bartlett walked up to the guy and smelled his breath. "I'd say sleep it off. And lay off the whiskey."
And as Bartlett and Holmes left the room, the man in the cell yelled at them that he wasn't a drunk. Because he wasn't ... before.
