Narrator: Meanwhile, downtown.
Der Trihs: Nice bars.
Jailer: You just sit tight, John. You'll be here a while.
Der Trihs: Where are the unifield force-walls?
Jailer: We don't use those.
Der Trihs: What about prisoner implants?
Jailer: We don't use those, either.
Der Trihs: So, all you've got is this lock, and these shiny, metal bars?
Jailer: They came standard with your holding cell, John. Brand new, even.
Der Trihs: So. . . Where are you going to be for the next, oh, fifteen minutes?