Hawk drove himself and Sarah to Applebee's. Hawk took a photo on his cell phone. When he got home, he posted the photo on Instagram, tagged Sarah, and added a caption. A few minutes later, he got a notification saying that Sarah had liked the photo.
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At the prison, Kreese was talking to Emily. "This is it. End of the line."
"I never took you for a defeatist." Emily said.
"No, a realist." Kreese said.
"Hm."
"I know my time is almost up. And I'm going to spend my last days in here." Kreese said.
"You don't know that. Not for sure." Emily said.
"Come on, Doc. A guy like me, in a place like this? I'm just wasting away." Kreese responded.
"That's a choice, though, isn't it? You can find meaning, purpose, even in here. If you want to." Emily said.
"I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. But passing that knowledge on to my students so they wouldn't make the same mistakes...That gave me purpose. Everything I ever fought for is lost. Every mark I made, every memory of me, will be erased." Kreese said.
"Says who?" Emily asked.
"The best student I ever had. He was like a son to me. And now I have lost him for good." Kreese said.
Tears streamed down Kreese's face. When Emily moved closer to him and tried to comfort him, he stole her keycard.
"Yes, John, you've made mistakes. But you still have time to try to make up for them. You told me you've been fighting all your life, so keep fighting, but with your heart and soul instead of your fists. Use your remaining time to write yourself an ending that you can be proud of." Emily told Kreese.
Kreese appeared to take Emily's words to heart, but as he tried to play peacemaker between two quarreling inmates, one of them produced a shiv and stabbed him repeatedly, leaving him unconscious and bleeding on the floor.
Two police officers wheeled a stretcher into a morgue.
"Crazy bastard tried stopping a fight. He got what he deserved." The first officer said.
The second officer nodded in agreement.
The doctor examined Kreese. It turned out that Kreese had faked his death. The blood was actually melted Jell-O.
"This is melted Jell-O." The doctor said.
Kreese got off the stretcher and knocked the officers out.
Kreese moved closer to the doctor.
The doctor whimpered.
"Please. I'm begging you," the doctor mumbled.
"For what? Mercy?" Kreese asked evilly.
Kreese knocked the doctor out. He put the doctor's lab coat on. He used Emily's keycard to move through the prison. He exited the prison, smiling triumphantly as the alarms blared.
