All language subtitles for BREAKOUT Kings - S02 E02 - Round Two (720p NF Web-DL)

Shawangunk Maximum Security
Prison Ulster County, NY

(cell lock buzzes)

MAN (over P.A.): Sanchez,
you have a visitor!

Chow time in five minutes.

(cell lock buzzes)

(indistinct conversations)

MAN (over P.A.): Chow
time over in ten.

Come on.

(grunts)

Got to be here somewhere.

I don't know about this, guys.

Found it.

(grunting)

Two minutes to freedom.

MAN: I only got 46.

Anybody in the infirmary?

Negative.

Check the heads.

It's not big enough in there.

It's exactly as big as
it's supposed to be.

We're going to get
stuck inside and die.

Now is not the time, Pat.

They're not even going to
find our bodies down here.

Get in that tunnel.

Don't touch me!

You don't have to go in.
MAN: Easy...

But you hurry back to your cell,
you keep your mouth shut.

All right.

Okay.

(muffled grunting)

(cracking)

(sighs)

Hole too small for you, Brody?

Three confirmed missing:

Pat Duffy, Brody Ardell,
and Victor Mannion.

Last seen in the mess hall.
Come on.

(over P.A.): Prisoners on your feet.
Stand for count.

(clanging)

Showtime.

(chuckling) (whistles)

Nice work, boys.

Good to see you again, boss.

I'll wire the fee
into your account

as soon as we get the money.

MAN (over P.A.): Count is short.

Repeat: Count is short.

Commence lockdown.

(alarm whooping)

(chuckles)

Uh-oh.

Sounds like trouble
at the prison.

(alarm continues)

(engine starts)

(sirens wailing)

Ditmar's Halfway
House Queens, NY.

That ought to do it.

Congrats.

You're officially discharged.

We'll see you around.

Hopefully not.

Keep your nose clean, Ray.

Can you take care of a
warrant for me, Ray?

Sure. I can bring
you in right now.

(chuckles) Nah, never mind.

100 bucks says
Zancanelli's back here

three months for
taking money again.

Ain't happening.

$200.

MAN: Shut it, Dutch.

Who wants a piece of the action?

If you hit him, Ray,
I got to report it.

Thanks for reminding
me why I never want

to come back here.

(low chatter)

ZANCANELLI: All right,
we're back to work.

Not how we wanted it,
obviously, but we're back.

- Who's he?
- Per Marshals policy,

When a deputy is killed,
each member of his unit

must do one session
of grief counseling.

Apparently, you guys refused
to do it at Maybelle.

We're not telling a
prison counselor

about the cops we work with.

Don't care how confidential
you say it is, Ray.

- That gets on file, anyone can get their hands on it.
- Well, I got.

To sign that paper that says
you all got counseling.

It's a liability thing.

- Then sign it.
- Just got my badge back.

I'm not lying on a
federal document.

That wasn't the deal
when I signed up–

that I'd have to make myself
available for therapy.

I don't need it,
I don't want it,

and I ain't talking to Orville
Redenbacher over there.

All right, you do it, Lloyd.

Hmm? Oh, no, no, no.

Counseling coworkers
may be considered

a conflict of interest.

By who? By me.

I don't care. You're doing it.
Okay?

Doc, we're going to
keep this in-house.

It's my understanding Dr.
Lowery's no longer a doctor.

Well, they took away his
license, not what he learned.

Okay, this is tough
for all of us.

We're just looking
to bend the rules,

not break them.

Now, I know this is
hard for all of us,

but Charlie would have wanted
us to take care of business,

and that's what
we're going to do.

SHEA: Keep it poppin', Orville.

So, unless anybody has

anything to say,
let's get to it.

I need everybody's "A" game.

Two convicts just tunneled out

of Shawangunk Maximum
Security Prison

in upstate New York.

Erica.

I just think it's bullshit

we don't get to go after the
guy who killed Charlie.

Well, I don't like it any more than you do,
but there's nothing we can do about it.

Marshals already have
another team on it.

If it wasn't for him...

Why don't you take
a few minutes?

Go get changed.

Jules.

The foreclosed house
they tunneled from–

bought at a bank
auction for cash.

Names on the deed
came back bogus.

Our techs are at the house,
processing it for prints

and any other evidence to
see who aided the escape.

Scumbag number one.

Victor Mannion.

Leader of the Mole Hill Crew.

These are the dudes who
tunneled into a Marine base

and stole the whole payroll
couple years back.

$9 million in small bills.

JULIANNE: Two Marines were
killed in the robbery.

The police never
recovered the money.

They all liked
Victor for the job,

but nobody could pin it on him.

He and Pat Duffy

were doing short time
on weapons charges.

ZANCANELLI: Now, the
press has been running

the Marine heist story nonstop,

and the guys in Victor's
crew are getting

- leaned on by the cops.
- SHEA: Someone's going to crack.

Wherever that money is,
it's up for grabs.

Either one of Victor's
boys is going to steal it,

or a cop's going to steal
it– no offense, Ray.

That's why these guys broke out–

to get to that money
before anyone else does.

As long as he was locked up,

his cash was at risk.

Okay, uh, Ray,
remember how you said,

"If anyone has
anything to say..."?

Okay. Okay. (Clears throat)

Charlie's funeral.

What about it?

I just feel like you could have pulled
some strings and gotten us out for that.

No, couldn't.

And you know how I know?

No.

Because I tried.

Other escapee– uh, Brody Ardell.

Relative newcomer
to Victor's crew.

He got popped on
a larceny charge

and was serving three years.

This member, Pat
Duffy, was found dead

underneath the prison. LLOYD: I
hope his friends are allowed

- to go to his funeral.
- Look, you can go through the file.

Or you can go
through the window.

Not today, Lowery.

(sirens whooping)

Three gold stars?

I'm so proud of you.

So how do you like
your new teacher?

Did you just shush me?
Mind your business.

I'm on a really important
business call.

If you could just
lower your voice

- a tiny bit...
- Okay, I'll-I'll... I'll let you go.

I love you. Okay, bye.

What the hell is your problem?

Somebody just walked
into my office.

Can I get right back to you?

Okay.

You work upstairs, right?

You can't talk up there?

I can talk wherever
the hell I want to.

Okay, I just needed some space.

I'm dealing...

I'm dealing with some stuff
at work right now, and...

That is...

ERICA: He was a great guy.

He, uh... (sniffles)

he took a chance on me when
nobody else would, and...

I, uh... I can't believe I'm
crying in front of you.

I'm sorry. This is... this
is really embarrassing.

No, not at all. You're
just getting it all out.

Don't be embarrassed.

I cry every day.

(laughing)

(coughs)

When's happy hour?

Uh, I work in the nightclub
business, unfortunately.

Why don't you

let me pour you

a stiff drink?

I wish, but, uh, that'd actually
get me in trouble with my boss.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry I girlied
up your office.

I got to get back upstairs.

Well, you know, the good
thing about this stuff–

doesn't go bad, so...

you know, if you need some...

just come back down.

Ellenville, New York.

Get me a bag of pork rinds, a
root beer and an issue of Juggs.

That guy is calling us in.

Think you're being paranoid.

Yeah, you're right.
I'll just let it go.

What's the worst
that can happen?

No, no, no, I'm positive

it's the guys that I saw
on television last night.

No, absolutely. No,
you have to...

I was talking to my mother.

Oh, I hope you told
her you love her.

What's wrong with you?!

We can't keep stacking bodies.

He was calling the cops.

You got as much to
lose in this as I do.

SHEA: Nine mil in
unmarked bills.

Can you imagine?

You know, within a year,

I'd be fluent in Spanish; Shea
Daniels would cease to exist;

And there'll be one more.

Enrico Rivera living
in Costa Rica, bro.

(clears throat)

I hate to interrupt your champagne
wishes and caviar sueños,

but, uh, how are you doing?

With what?

With your Spanish
correspondence course

in preparation for your new life

in Central America.

With-with Charlie's death.

What do you want me to say?

He was a cop.

Cops and cons die.

I mean, I'm not happy about it,
and I feel bad for his wife,

but I've seen a lot
of people die, Lloyd.

I don't die with them.

Okay?

Ray wanted us to talk about it.

Yeah, we just did.

Check me off your little list

and leave me alone.

(clears throat)

Didn't want to talk, so...

Look, Shea's good, but he's
got an attitude problem.

Lloyd is invaluable, but
he's out of his mind.

I need a heavy hitter
I can count on,

especially when the
team splits up.

I can't be in two
places at once.

And one of the smart
things that Charlie did–

something I didn't
give him credit for,

and I was wrong not to– was
bringing you on board.

If I'm gonna run this team,
I need you to step up.

(phone rings) You come through,
and I'll do right by you.

This isn't a little parlor trick
you're gonna play on everybody?

Pull each one aside and tell
us we're your go-to con?

No, and don't let me rethink
what I just offered you.

Okay. (Knocking)

Sorry to interrupt.

Ellenville Police
Department called.

The runners just
took out a civilian.

(siren whooping)

All right, you two
check around back.

Right there.

(camera beeps)

Screen's cracked.

Disposable phone.

Still got a lot of
juice in the battery.

WOMAN: Ray Zancanelli?

Who's asking?

FBI Agent Maruca.

Heard about your unit.
This one of your convicts?

He's good. What
do you guys need?

I can't discuss confidential
government business

in the presence of a convict.

Your ears broken, homegirl?

- You heard the man: I'm good.
- I'm gonna need you to adjust your attitude.

Couple of steps back before I
adjust your ass with my foot.

ZANCANELLI: Shea. I see you have

quite a handle on your
unit, Zancanelli.

Somebody better tell Foxy Brown over
here to get a handle on her lip.

- We gonna have a problem here?
- Get your hand off your weapon.

Look, don't even let
him take you there.

We should get Jules
to check this.

Hey, hey, hey.

Uh, you know, we both know we
have to get this out of the way,

so the whole Charlie of it all.

Now, I... you were choked up. I
know you really cared for him.

Considering the parallels
between his death

and your father's... Okay.

Both of them were young
men in their prime,

both of them were
in law enforcement,

and I can't help but think
some of your grief...

Okay, it's just you and
me back here, right?

Yeah.

Tell Ray we had a meaningful
discussion and that I'm fine.

- Because I am.
- Okay.

(arguing continues)

Why-why are you
guys even yelling?

(Taser crackles)

(grunting)

ERICA: You okay?

Ambulance, medevac...
Knight Rider.

Yeah, he's okay.

Anybody else touch
one of my guys,

you're gonna have
to deal with me.

Now, what do you guys want?!

- Brody Ardell. Know him?
- Yeah, he's one of the convicts we're chasing.

He's also an undercover
federal agent.

You'll live.

We put Brody undercover
to get information

on the Marine heist.

He infiltrated Victor
Mannion's crew successfully.

We knew once he was in, he'd
be worried about his money,

maybe try to move it.

We had to get Brody
close to Victor again,

so we put fake larceny
charges on him,

threw him into prison
with Victor to see

if maybe Brody could learn
what he was planning.

Did Brody confirm that Victor
broke out to get the money?

Well, that's what
we were guessing.

SHEA: Guessing?

He didn't tell you they
were breaking out?

- No.
- Brody's going after

$9 million, and
didn't say nothing?

(chuckles) You're never
gonna see his ass again.

I got another Taser in my trunk.
You want me to get that for you?

Get out my face; How about that?

Shea, go sit in the car.

Look, I assure you,
Brody is a solid agent.

Yeah, who let a civilian get
shit-stomped back there.

That's two bodies on him.

I said in the car.

Agent Brody is a
highly-trained officer...

Would you trust Brody
with $9 million?

I'd trust him with my life.

Yeah, what about
that guy's life?

In the car!

Pursue this case any way you
want, Deputy Zancanelli,

just stay away from our agent.

What the hell are you doing?

Hey, I thought you
were back on meds.

So I got the
denomination breakdown

of the bills stolen by
Victor and his crew.

In a standard bank job,
mostly hundreds are taken.

But because this was
a military base,

Marines want 20s,
fives, singles.

For strip clubs.

So we are talking

ten times the normal amount

of bills taken, at least.

In a five-by-five-
by-three pallet,

we're looking at a
load about this size.

They'll need to launder it.
SHEA: No way.

They got the Holy
Grail: Small bills.

No bait bills you get
from a teller stickup.

This money is untraceable.

They'll lay low, pay for
everything in cash.

They can party off the grid

for the rest of their lives
with a score like this.

Well, we got to get to them
before they get to the money,

or they're ghosts.

Show her the phone.

Found this on the scene.
Uh, probably broke

when it hit the ground. Could
be Brody's, could be nobody's.

Yeah, I'll see if I
can pull some info

off the SIM card.
Oh, and, um, Ray,

I'm tracing the serial numbers

of the equipment left
at the tunnel house.

A lot went into
getting that, boy.

Not that you're a
boy; You're a girl.

But, uh, I had a little
tussle with a G-Man,

uh, took a tase right to the
chest, but I shook it off,

- 'cause it was worth it to get that phone.
- Yeah.

We used to tase each other
all the time in the academy.

Usually only takes a few
minutes to recover.

You know it.

So, uh, hey, I guess I'm
supposed to talk to you

about that Charlie thing and
how it's affecting you, maybe.

Probably be best if we
sat alone somewhere,

maybe the interrogation room
or the coffee shop downstairs,

if you thought, you know,
that was more comfortable.

You can just tell me anything.

Nothing's off limits.

Just tell me how you're feeling.

Um, thanks, but, uh, Dr.
Edmunds,

who was here this morning,

we talked before you arrived.

Ray already signed off on me.

Ooh.

It's Brody's!

It's Brody's phone.

He texted himself a
message under his name

about meeting at a
port in Delaware.

All right, notify the feds,
and call up SOG's air wing

to do surveillance
over the marina.

You still think he's dirty?

We're heading there,
so don't be late.

I'm not sure how long I can
stall him if you're not there.

You Brody?

Yeah.

Dr. Eric Hemings and Dr.
Paul Klee.

Look, tell the boss I would've
been here earlier, but, uh...

Don't worry about it.

ERICA: That's a lot of
weight to move around.

Well, they've got a dirty
federal agent helping out.

You saw the text.

There's a pretty good
chance that guy's clean.

Come on. Really?

Whose box is that?

Ray's.

(knocks quietly)

(clears throat)

Did you want to talk about

why you're not moving
into Charlie's office?

No, but I'll talk about how
much fun it's gonna be

punching you in the face if
you don't get back to work.

Listen, Ray, not only
am I interested,

but I have a vested interest

in how you're dealing
with Charlie's death,

specifically as it pertains

to how effective a
leader you'll be.

Not, you not moving into
Charlie's empty office

may be construed less
as a show of respect

and more as a sign that
you don't feel like

you deserve this promotion, and
maybe you're struggling...

I wanted you to talk
to the cons, not me.

I tried, per your
directive; They won't.

It was a great idea, though.

Hasn't marginalized me at all
in the eyes of my peers,

so thank you for that.

Your peers are cons.

Charlie never would've
put me in this position.

Yeah, well, I'm not Charlie.

(phone ringing)

JULIANNE: US Marshals...

(footsteps approaching)

I got Agent Maruca on the phone.

Brody reached out to them.

Zancanelli.

MARUCA: Brody just
called from a pay phone.

He said they're headed
to Marina 59 in Queens.

Maybe they're getting a boat
from there and sailing it

down to Port Canaveral, Florida.

What we were thinking, too.

We're about an hour away; Your
team can get there first.

Copy that.

This dirty fed is playing
you all like a fiddle.

Let's roll out.

Your boy ain't showing.

Not one word from you.

I won't.

Hey, Lloyd, if you
were on the run,

would you come to a marina

swarming with cops and
only one road in and out?

- No, don't put me in the middle of this.
- No way they're coming here.

I said shut it.

I'm telling you, this
guy's gone rogue.

He's only calling in to
keep us away from them.

There's $9 million
at stake here.

His record's clean; Nothing
to show that he's dirty.

How'd your record look
before you got popped?

How would you like to go back
to Maybelle in a wheelchair?

I'm on this team to
help your ass, right?

You about to blow it your
first day running this joint.

- Enough!
- Keep it...

Under wraps. He's angry.

Just saying.

You said Charlie picked me
because I was good, right?

Well, he picked you, too,
to take over for his team.

Not to all of a sudden become
some boss whose only goal it is

is to cover his ass, but
to be Ray Zancanelli.

Feds.

SHEA: Yo, Foxy Brown's back.

Seen anything yet?

No, we might not.

Okay.

Well, maybe it's time you
guys start considering

your agent may have gone rogue.

No way.

Does he have an OSW?

What's a... what's an OSW?

It's an Officer Safety Word.

A word an agent slips into a
conversation to let you know

he's in trouble and
needs to be pulled out.

Yeah, he has an OSW: "Sunset."

He's had plenty of chances to
use it, and he hasn't yet.

Then where is he?

I don't know.

Look, you guys can stay and wait
here and do what you want, lady,

but we're gonna go
look for a dirty cop.

(grunting)

(panting)

BOTH: One, two, three.

(both grunt)

Whew!

As soon as we step off the plane,
you get your half of the deal.

(phone rings) Hey, Jules.

Car show up yet?

Yeah, it just did. What's up?

I traced the equipment
at the tunnel house back

to the manufacturer who said

that it was bought by
a leasing company.

They said that a
man paid in cash

for two orders,

One delivered to
the tunnel house,

another to a farm in New Jersey.

Was the second order
digging equipment?

Yeah, a small backhoe.

They're digging up the money.

Erica and Lloyd get
to Brody's wife yet?

Yeah, almost there.

What, did Gary Coleman
drop this thing off?

How come I've always been
with you or Charlie?

Casper and Wendy get to go
off on their own, but me,

I'm always stuck on
a Marshal's hip.

I wonder what's so
different about me.

Hmm, let me think.

(engine starts)

Didn't you say you
were one-eighth Irish?

Yeah.

I don't trust micks.

(doorbell rings)

Brody Ardell's House Camden, NJ.

Check the mailbox.

Hey, did Ray deputize
you or something?

'Cause you are
really bossy lately.

Just do it, Lloyd.

Hey, take a look at this.

Somebody didn't have time
to turn off the hose.

All this mail's at
least three days old.

That's not a good sign.

ERICA: Look at this.

The door's kicked in.

What was Brody's OSW word again?

"Sunset."

Brody's wife must
have written it.

"If you can read this
note, you're a dumb cop."

Man, this is the
marina all over again.

They sent us chasing a backhoe

while they're digging up
$9 million someplace else.

Agent Brody is playing us.

(phone rings)

Yeah.

They took Brody's wife and kid.
Victor's crew must have done it.

- Son of a bitch.
- A couple days before the breakout.

Well, they must've known
he was undercover

when he was in prison.

They forced him to
break out knowing

that he would throw
us off the scent.

Yeah, well, now we don't
just have runners;

We've got hostages.
What'd you guys get?

No, we got dick.
Back to square one.

Not necessarily, Ray.
Hold on a sec.

I'll call you right back.

SHEA: I told you
he wasn't dirty.

Shut up.

Tire tracks from Brody's
driveway into the street.

Somebody backed up
and left in a hurry.

And they passed that gas
station on the way out.

How much you wanna bet they've
got security cameras?

You say a word,

I'll have your son's feet cut
off in front of your wife.

License, passport, load papers.

What are you carrying?

- Medicine and a fellow doctor.
- I need you to.

Step out, open the tailgate.

Is there something I'm
missing in the paperwork?

Open the back, please.

Where is this going?

Atlanta, then Laos.

We're a small operation
out of Lancaster.

You're good.

JULIANNE: The footage from the gas
station was grainy, but I found

what looks like a woman riding in the
backseat with a child in her lap,

two men with her– one
driving, one in the rear.

What kind of mother
puts her kid on her lap

instead of a car seat?

Britney Spears, or a mother
who's been kidnapped.

Are they still local?

Yeah. I tracked the
car best I could.

I picked them up on a
community watch video

at the end of the block
and an ATM camera

a mile west from there,

and the last footage I found
is from a red light camera

when the car pulled into the
Deerbrook Acres subdivision.

No video of them driving out.

Then they must still be there.
What are they driving?

Red Camry.

I need a gun.

I am not comfortable with
her having a gun, Raymond.

Have you been tracking
people since you were eight?

When I was eight, I was
applying for colleges.

And that being said, on
a purely logical level,

which one of us
should have a gun?

Okay, you need to
bend the rules here.

You think Victor's crew is gonna
let Brody and his family live

once they get his
money out of Dodge?

They're as good as
dead, and so are we

if we don't have a firearm.

You're not seriously thinking
about giving her a gun?

Hey, Charlie gave me one once.

Are you at the car?

This ain't right, man.

Look under the seat.

I think this is a bad idea.

I agree with Shea.
This ain't right.

A Taser? Are you for real?

ZANCANELLI: No, all the
way back, to the left.

That's my personal firearm.

Be very careful. It can't come
back to me with a body on it.

Got it.

- I believe you're familiar with one of these.
- Yeah.

(chuckles)

Manor Knoll Airfield
Lancaster, PA.

Take my extra piece.

Any of those rent-a-cops
give us any trouble,

the plane gets here, use it.

In case you're getting
any fun ideas...

know this: If my
guys don't get calls

from me at prearranged
times, your family's dead.

So you might be pointing the
barrel at me, but you're putting

the bullet in their heads.

You can kill me.

Men with badges know
what they signed up for.

But an agent's
family gets touched,

there won't be a rock in this
world for you to hide under.

The feds will find you and
they'll take you out.

Just do what I say.

We'll save 'em all that trouble.

Deerbrook Acres Camden, NJ.

ERICA: Okay, there's the car.
They must be in that house.

We need to peel somebody
out from inside

and find out what's going on.

Do you remember Manuel Noriega,

Panamanian dictator
captured by US troops?

More specifically,
how he was captured?

Psychologically speaking,
these guys are in

the exact same situation, okay?

Guarding two hostages
with their lives

and a cut of $9
million on the line,

we are talking a nearly explosive
level of stress hormones

coursing through their
brains right now.

Oh, yeah. Throw in a little
sensory disturbance into the mix

would definitely elicit

a debilitating
neuroendocrine reaction.

AKA I'm gonna get all up
inside these bitches' heads.

Keep an ear out
for my safe word.

Did... did you really give
yourself a safe word?

Yeah. It's "Shabba."

What's Shabba?

You know the song,

♪ Mr. Loverman, Shabba. ♪

(engine starts)

(loud rock music plays)

What the hell's that?

♪ The craziest boy
you've ever seen ♪

♪ I gotta do it my way ♪

Fruitcake neighbor's
tanning in the yard.

I'll shut him down.

No, let it slide.

♪ ♪

What are you looking at?

♪ Making love to
whoever I please ♪

♪ I gotta do it my way
or no way at all ♪

(leaf blower revs)

Son of a bitch!

♪ Turn me loose, turn me loose ♪

Hey!

Whoo!

♪ I gotta do it my way
or no way at all ♪

Hey!

I've got a kid who's trying
to sleep over here, pal!

- (leaf blower turns off)
- What the hell?

Shabba.

What the hell is "Shabba"?

Shabba! Shabba! Shabba!

Need help? (Cuffs clicking)

- (groans)
- How many people are inside?

Screw you, bitch.

(laughs)

I won't. But my Glock will.

(crying)

(boy crying, woman murmuring)

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

(gun cocks)

Be smart. We've got
this place surrounded.

I just looked out front.

- Nobody's there.
- Drop the gun.

All you're looking at
is a kidnapping charge.

You do not want a
body on your hands.

Shut up. Now, where's
the fruitcake?

(Taser crackles, man yells)

Where are they?

Where are Victor and Brody?

Maybe 50,000 volts of
"help me remember"

will jog your cerebrum.

(Taser crackles, man yells)

Okay, okay!

They're flying out.
They're flying out.

(gasping): Airfield in Jersey.

(groans)

I really like this thing.

(jet engines humming)

(gun cocks)

Hands where I can see them.

ZANCANELLI: I'm here to help you, I've
been working with Agent Maruca...

Shut up and turn around.

I know Victor took your family,
but we got them. They're safe.

You're an agent!
You'll say anything

to keep Victor from
taking off in this plane.

You've got to trust me.
Just lower your gun.

I'm sorry.

But if I got to choose between
you and them, you lose.

(cell phone ringing)

That's my team now.

I could put your
wife on the phone.

I'm gonna answer it.

Don't go near that gun.

If I could prove
your family's okay,

Victor loses all
leverage over you.

You get to that gun,

I lose all leverage over you.

- Let me answer this.
- Don't you move!

- Answer the phone, Brody!
- Don't move!

Screw it.

- Brody!
- Put the wife on the phone!

Brody, let's go.

WOMAN (on phone): Brody!
It's me.

We're okay. We're okay.

(gunshot)

Hello?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Are you okay?

BRODY: Yeah, I'm fine.

Who moved my boxes?

I did.

It's your office now.

Did you get the
thing I asked for?

And I need you to sign this
grief counseling document,

so I can fax it over.

Lloyd, you talk to everyone?

I did, Raymond.

But nobody talked back,
which slightly impedes

the counseling process.

You know, you're pretty critical

for someone who didn't
have to talk to anybody.

That's because nobody
asked me, Erica.

How are you dealing with
Charlie's death, Lloyd?

I will tell you.

Because, as you all know,
I don't have a problem

with sharing my feelings.

I feel guilty.

I feel like I am the
first link in a chain

that led to Charlie's murder.

You can't lay that on yourself.

The government brought me
in as a expert witness

on Damien's case.

I recommended he be
committed and sedated

for the rest of his life.

They didn't listen to me.

Then that's their
fault, not yours.

I did not

properly make my argument.

'Cause you know what happens
when you're 24 years old

and you've already been
a doctor for six years?

You think you know everything,

and when people don't agree
with you, you write them off

as morons, and you move on.

But I should have...

pushed back; I should've

done something to get them to
see who Damien really was.

But I didn't do my job,

and ten years later,
a good man died.

Oh, get off the cross, Lloyd.
We need the wood.

Okay.

(clears throat)

We're not ready to
talk about this.

(clears throat)

At least not with each other.

Which is, uh, perfectly
understandable

and not at all unexpected.

But I am here if you
guys change your mind.

And I just want to
say, out loud...

what I think we're
probably all feeling.

I miss the guy.

I miss Charlie.

We shouldn't be
mourning Charlie.

Hey, just because you didn't
get along with the guy

doesn't mean you can talk shit
about him when he's dead.

I'm not.

I'm with Lloyd.

No, we should honor the man.

You know, make a toast or
something to celebrate his life,

you know?

I'll be right back.

(knocking on door)

You know...

you knock almost as
loud as you talk.

Well, I need a bottle of booze.

Using me already?

That's a two-way street.

In that case, take
anything you want.

What's the name of
your nightclub?

It's not open yet. I'm
still thinking of names.

Is this your first one?

Uh...

Second. Um...

I'm... kind of starting over.

Aren't we all?

I look forward to
returning the favor.

Well, you know where I'll be.

I'm not even gonna ask.

Don't.

Your idea, Shea. You
want to do the honors?

To Charlie.

A good man gone too soon.

ALL: To Charlie.

(shot glasses clink)

(sniffles)

All right, get dressed out.

Chew some gum, so they don't
smell anything on your breath.

Thanks, Ray.

The foregoing story was fictional and did
not depict any actual person or event.

(barks)