Harvey Guillén

And what he can't stand even more than that is being away from Jimmy again.

Only a month into his sentence, Stephen gets some devastating news.

Jimmy's dying of AIDS.

This is the early 90s, before the medications that would turn HIV from a death sentence into a manageable condition.

Stephen's heartbroken.

His first real love is dying.

And Stephen's locked in a cell, helpless.

He refuses to accept that.

So he does what desperate men do when backed into a corner.

He takes a massive gamble.

It's May 13, 1992, a Friday.

Stephen steals a set of civilian clothes from the intake area where new prisoners surrender their belongings before being processed.

Red sweatpants and a tie-dye t-shirt.

Not exactly subtle, but they'll do.

He also grabs a walkie-talkie from the medical bay.

Stephen clips the walkie-talkie to his belt, walks to the front gate, and taps.

The guard barely glances before opening the door.

Steve just waltzes out of jail, dressed like he's headed to a Grateful Dead concert all because he had a walkie-talkie and a lot of confidence.

Steven finds a payphone and calls Jimmy.

Uh, I got out of jail early.