Baretta: Where are ya Mike? Where'd ya go? Where's that guy that didn't give a damn about money? Remember you used to spend your last five bucks on stale bread and hand it out to the winos and how good that made you feel. You were always givin' stuff away. Get your guts back Michael. Get'em back and hold to 'em hear me.
Mike: I can't go to jail Tony, I couldn't face it.
Baretta: Member we always said, 'Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time', well you did it, you did it my friend and now you got to pay your dues. Maybe you're lucky and it's only a couple of years, you come out with a clean slate. You could look at the upside, maybe it's good you're goin' to the joint. You can find yourself, maybe you get back to that guy that both of us knew and loved. Throw that piece away, put these bracelets on like that man that I know you are.