this is my lucky day. now we had the template. a few weeks later barbara returned absolutely exuberant. >> i got everything made. >> she had perfectly forged paper passes and perfectly forged metal tags. she brought the passes in in linings of books. >> are you kidding me? >> she smuggled the tags in her sandals. they had done a perfect job. >> they are just incredible. >> now we had the metal tags. and the paper passes. but when do i walk out of my cell in full drag in front of hundreds of prisoners who have seen my face 20 times a day for one year?