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(indistinct voices)

MAN (over P.A.):
All visitors must sign in.

All visitors must sign in.

Hi, Barry. It's so great
to finally meet you.

Wow. Pictures don't
do you justice.

ANNOUNCER:
Close gate B-1.

Mom!

Mom.

You came.

You look good.

What do you need, Mars?

Must be something big,

you couldn't ask
it on the phone.

I-I just...

You said I wasn't
your son anymore.

You said you wouldn't know me
if you passed me on the street.

Not unless you gave me an
apology, is what I said.

That's all.

Is...

that why I'm here?

(gasps)

MAN (in distance):
Get down!

Open the gate! Open it!

(alarm rings)
Prisoner, drop your weapon.

MARS:
Open the gate, screw!

Open... the gate!

Take it easy. Let's
talk this through.

Open the gate,
or I open her throat!

Mars, you're hurting me!
MAN:
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Look, I can put you in ad seg,
or I can put you in the ground.

What's it gonna be?
MOTHER:
Mars!

Oh, no!
MAN:
Get down! Down, down, down!

I can't get a clear shot.
Hold your fire.

I'm sorry, Mom.

(people scream)

No...!

O'Connell!
Get down now!

There's number one!
(man shouting)

Wanna try for number two?

Get the doc!

Open the gate.
Sergeant...

There's kids
in there! Open it!

(lock buzzing)

MAN:
Let them through!
Let them through!

Where's your keys?
Right there.

Get 'em!

MAN:
Stand back! Move, move

Eyes on them,
eyes on them!

Which car is yours?
Red one over here!

GUARD:
She's bleeding out...
MAN: We need an ambulance!

Get a doctor!

(cries out)
Go, go, go!

Drive!

(tires screech)

Starla!

Marlon O'Connell,

aka "Mars."

He was doing a one-year bid for
trespassing and petty larceny.

Needed a few things
and wasn't discouraged

by the fact the hardware
store was closed.

Now, this guy's a lowlife
and a chronic loser,

but he's never displayed
violent tendencies

until this morning,
when he killed his mother

in a visiting yard in Wallkill,
then escaped with a hostage.

He killed his mother?

The police found
the hostage's car abandoned

about a half a mile away,
no signs of O'Connell.

Must have had a ride waiting
for him, which means
he had outside help.

(Shea and Lloyd murmuring)

Shea! This better
be about the case.

Why are you trying to make me
wear these Seinfeld sneakers?

Shea, you think I go out
shopping for your clothes?

Julianne gets the clothes that
you all wear. And you'll wear

tissue boxes on your feet
if she gives them to you.

I'm just saying, where's
my boots? I'm a-look
like a Herb in these.

CHARLIE:
Enough about the shoes.
We have a dead civilian

and a hostage to
worry about, okay?

Now...
This is some bullshit.

The hostage's name
is Starla Roland.

She was visiting another inmate
that she met online.

O'Connell could have
left her with her car.

Must still have a use for her.

Drain her bank account;
something like that?

Jules, what's the story
with Starla?

She lives in Montrose

with her parents, it looks like:
Perry and Sandra Roland.

CHARLIE:
Get them on the phone, and find
out where her bank account is.

That's not going to work;
there's too many pieces
of paper in there.

(hole punch slams)

(phone dialing)

WOMAN (over phone):
Hello.
(phone hangs up)

(dial tone)
ZANCANELLI:
What the hell's that?

CHARLIE:
That's weird.

Well, how far is Montrose?

ZANCANELLI:
Lloyd, you stay
in the car.

(doorbell chimes)

WOMAN:
Help! In here! Help!

Oh! Thank goodness.
I fell.

CHARLIE:
Ray! All clear.

You okay?
Yes.

Here, let me
help you up.

Where is he?

Is he here?
Who?

They're not here, Ray.

She just fell out of her chair
going to get the phone.

Well, she's not his hostage.
She's his girlfriend.

What will it do?

I don't know.

I heard it'll take
a man's head clean off.

Baby!

Mrs. Roland, Starla
isn't only implicated
in O'Connell's escape,

but she's also an
accessory to murder.

I can't believe
that she knew

that he was going to kill his
mother; she couldn't have.

You do accept that
your daughter

was a willing participant
in his escape.

My stepdaughter, actually.

Her mother died years ago.

But I raised her as a daughter,

until I got sick.
And now

Starla takes care of me.

She's a good girl.

But that Mars... he changed her.

(door opens)

Perry!
Are you
okay?

Thank you very much for
leaving work early and
talking to us, Mr. Roland.

MR. ROLAND:
I just heard more of the details
on the radio, and I'm sorry,

we're not talking to you.
Not without a lawyer, uh-uh.

My daughter
is a good girl.

Your wife tells
a different story.

What did you
say to them?
Nothing.

She is a good girl.

But she gets involved
with the wrong type...

MR. ROLAND:
So she has a thing
for bad boys. So what?

Perry, you have
to admit...

Mars was not like
the other boys.

How long did they date
before he was arrested?

Four weeks?
Weeks?

We thought his legal troubles
would put an end to it,

but she became even more
obsessed with him.

Not another word.
Not without a lawyer.

Anyone asks,
we never saw this.

I had a friend at county pull

Mars O'Connell's juvenile
records.

Supposed to be sealed.

(distant siren wails)
ERICA:
Jules, uh,

just out of curiosity,
what's the...

what's the story
with you and Ray?

Story?

Yeah, I thought
you two had a...

No, not at all.

'Cause I'm around
four men in my life.
Charlie's married,

Shea is as good
as married, and...

Lloyd is... Lloyd.

But you're, uh...

you're telling me
Ray's available?

Uh... yeah.

Interesting.
SHEA: Check this out.
At 11,

Mars was cited for shooting a
neighbor's cat with a BB gun.

At 13, he was cited for making
threatening phone calls

to a teacher.
At 15...

He was arrested for burning down
a homecoming float.

What? Those are Little
Rascal crimes.
Oh, really?

Well, it's not about
the crimes, Spanky.

It's what it tells us about
Mars: arm-length aggression,

he's a loner, dad's not
in the picture, you know?

And then you pair him up
with Starla. Hey Julianne,

do we know how
Starla's mom died?

That's got to factor
into this somehow.

JULIANNE (over phone):
I'm trying to find out

everything I can about Starla,
but it's not easy.

She doesn't have
a criminal record.

See, personalities
are like molecules,
and some molecules react

with one another, sometimes
quickly and dramatically.

You know, take Charlie
and Shea, for instance.

I don't have a problem
with Shea.

Okay, two dark-skinned
men: one of them,

born in poverty, and
driven to a life of crime

by a cultural mistrust
of authority;

the other, college-educated, and
working for the same government

that enslaved his people.

Do you have a point?

If you bring
those together,

they are predictably
explosive. Boom!

Finish.
LLOYD:
Okay.

Mars O'Connell and Starla
Roland, on the other hand,

they fell hard for each other,
and that

is a synthesis reaction.
It's two simple compounds

combining to create
something altogether new.

Now, it's a passive female,
finally defies her parents,

she goes rebel. And then
a latently aggressive male

finally crosses over
to overt violence

because she validates and
encourages his basest fantasies.

Now, the only question is, how
far do those fantasies extend?

So, you think
there'll be more bodies?

JULIANNE:
Guys? Two weeks ago,

Starla went to Pennsylvania
and bought a gun.

Yeah, I'm guessing more bodies.

MARS:
Good afternoon.

(screaming, gunshots)

(indistinct police radio
transmission)

CHARLIE:
Everybody ran as fast and
as far as they could,

including the cashier.

Nobody saw which
way they went,

or what kind of car
they were driving.

She posed
no threat.

They had access
to the register.

They killed her
for the hell of it.

These are spree killers, you
guys: Starkweather and Fugate,

Bonnie and Clyde,
Klebold and Harris.

Two unremarkable people
who cross paths

and the result
is bloodshed.
Bad chemistry.

Yeah, like I was saying, uh,
aluminum and iron oxide.

Individually, they're stable;
you mix them together,

you get thermite,
and that starts a fire

that you can't put out.
SHEA: (laughs)
How'd that conversation go?

"Hey good-looking!

"Why don't you finish
that chocotini,

and we'll go
kill a hobo."
LLOYD: Yeah, more or less.

The dominant person seeks out
someone who shares

his sick view of the world.
ZANCANELLI: How do you make
that girl into a murderer?

The same girl who nurses
her ailing mother?
Ah, that makes it easier

to flip her. I mean,
Starla's a grown woman,

but for the past ten years
she's been giving stepmom

sponge baths and wiping her ass.

She's looking for a dominant
male in the mold of her father;

someone to take her away
from all this. In walks Mars.

Charlie, did the guy in
the kitchen overhear
anything useful?

What guy in the kitchen?

ERICA:
This guy.

(whimpering)

CHARLIE:
His name's Patrick Malloy.

He's got two kids.

And that's his wife.

She's in that body bag
right there.

No wonder he won't talk.

He's probably got
a wicked case

of survivor guilt.

He was in there
for the whole thing, Lloyd.

Mr. Malloy, I can
only imagine

what you're going
through right now,
but we really need

to know what you saw
and heard in there.

There's a bird called
the Nepalese egret.

And the Nepalese egret
builds her nest

in the riverbank
to keep her eggs warm.

But that leaves them
vulnerable to crocodiles.

But when a croc does attack,

the egret does
something kind of strange;

she flies away.

She flies away,
Mr. Malloy,

because she knows that
if she stays to fight,

the crocodile
will kill her.

And there'll be no one

to look after the eggs
that do survive.

Those two people
had a gun.

If you stayed to fight,

who would have looked
after your kids?

You did the right thing.

And I know that you are
in an incredible amount

of pain right now, but
we need your help, sir.

ERICA:
What's Mars looking at?

By the display rack.

Pamphlets.

Tourist trap stuff.

ZANCANELLI:
What, they going
sightseeing?

CHARLIE:
He said they took
his wife's keys

and drove away in
her car, a blue Rav 4.

Here's her license plate.

I'll get Jules on it.

You got blood on
your Seinfeld shoes.

ERICA:
Lloyd, did that
guy overhear Mars

and Starla
saying anything?

No. Yes.
Uh, she said something

about a roll in the hay
after they were done.

A roll in the hay?

Yeah.

Good place to lay low in
the off-season.

CHARLIE:
There's the blue Rav 4.

Erica, you and me, let's go
flush 'em out.

What, and I just gotta sit in
the car?

Since when do you ever
want to get involved, Shea?

Fine. They could be
anywhere up in there.

You could use my help.
But you're the man.

You say sit, I sit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on a second.

We need somebody out here
to cover the entrance

and wait for backup. Got it?

(car door shuts)

Got it.

Here's everything
I have so far on

Mars O'Connell
and Starla Roland.

I'll look for more.

Get to work, Lloyd. We need to
find a pattern before these two

kill again.
Like I've been saying,
there's not gonna be a pattern.

They're just gonna kill whenever
the opportunity presents itself.

So we're either gonna need
dumb luck to catch these guys

or just wait for Starla
to turn on Mars.

I don't see that happening.

Yeah, it will.
The submissive partner is

less immune to guilt than
the dominant one.

So, eventually,
she's gonna start
feeling bad about

the killings
and look for a way
to undermine Mars' plans.

We're not going to wait for her
conscience to kick in.

Huh?
Sit down.
Get to work.

Yeah, okay.

(sighs)

Lloyd?
Mm-hmm?

Um, could I ask your advice
about something?

Mm-hmm.

If there was someone

I felt strongly about,

and, um, there was
only a brief window
of opportunity

to make my feelings known...

You-You mean, like, you,
you only have

occasional access
to this person...?

Sort of.
Okay.

You know, given

the issues that I've
been working through

and the fact that I'm...

You should go for it.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Because...
You know,
a healthy
relationship

moves you into the
adult ego state,

which grounds you for...

(clears throat)
The short answer is

that, yes, you should go for it.

You sure?

Completely.

(whispers):
Ow...

CHARLIE:
Any one of you tries

to escape,
you'll all get sent back

to where we found you,
sentences doubled.

(keys click in ignition)

You see anything?

Go tell the others. Here.

REPORTER (over radio):
...killing at least 49 soldiers
and 13 civilians.

Damage to the base
is said to be heavy...

Must be the winter
superintendent.

Wallet's missing. No key ring.

They must have gotten
his vehicle.

* *

(moaning)

STARLA:
Uh-oh, I think we're in trouble.

(Starla giggles)

(giggling)

MARS:
Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You can't park here.
Come on out.

* *

(gunshot)

We got the officer's
dashboard cam footage.

It uploads remotely.
All right, shut it off.

LLOYD:
Shh, I can't hear.
You know how it ends!

Shut it off!
You want to know what

these two are capable of,
you gotta watch this, Ray.

(gunshot)

These two are going down.

Mars O'Connell
and Starla Roland have

so far racked up four bodies.

Now, the media's
only reporting three,

because they don't know
about the park superintendent.

We're hoping that if O'Connell
and Roland don't know

that we found the body,
then they might try

to use one
of his credit cards.

Uh, there's still
no hits on those.

The execution of New Jersey
State Trooper Glen Randall

has made this
an extremely high profile case.

Right, 'cause it ain't a big
deal until a cop gets capped.

Let me explain to you what
should motivate you, Shea.

There are over
a dozen state

and federal agencies working
on this case right now,

so if the "Breakout Kings"
don't crack it,

you don't get your month.
Why are you

always riding my ass, man?

Oh, I can explain that to you.
Shut up, Lloyd.

They finally found the police
cruiser in Wanaque,

New Jersey, sunk
in the reservoir.

No wonder the transponder
wasn't working.

So they must've stolen
another ride,

but nothing's
been reported.

Okay, so they're still roughly
moving south. How are we

supposed to know
what they're gonna do next

if we can't predict
their next move?

Um, I-I've been compiling a list
of Mars' known associates,

and it turns out that while
he was awaiting trial,

he spent three weeks in a cell
with Harry Lee Reddin.

SHEA:
The bankrobber?

They put him in
Sing Sing with me.

Consecutive life sentences
for killing them tellers.

No joke. Dude's a badass.

Ray's the one who brought him in
when he ran.

Uh, it caught my eye
because of the
fairgrounds thing.

Uh, Reddin hid out for a few
days in a ski resort in July.

Yeah, he was also a stickler
for changing up cars

at least once a day,
just like these two.

Mars must have been taking
some lessons from him.

Why don't you go see
if Reddin can shed

some light on
Mars' intentions?

He won't be happy
to see me.
If you need a hand,

I can tag along.

A little eye candy

never hurt a negotiation.

Ray, wait up.
I'll, uh, print you
a map to the prison.

Sing Sing? Jules, I
been there a hundred times.

Don't worry about it.

Okay. Well, uh, then
good luck.

What was that?

That, that wasn't, um...

Th... I wasn't, uh...

I didn't...

CHARLIE: Zancanelli,
let's go!

Gotta run.

Hey, you okay?

Mm-hmm.

(bell ringing in distance)

Sorry for pimping
you out like this.

If things get creepy,
you let me know.

I appreciate it, Ray.

And if he wigs me out,
I'll give you my safe word.

But don't worry.

I've never needed it before.

GUARD:
Open the interrogation room!
(buzzer sounds)

Aw, Zancanelli,
you can kiss my ass.

What's up with you, Angelina?

Mango.

How you been, Harry?
Assume you heard

of Mars O'Connell?
Man, I ain't telling you dick.

Look, Reddin,
this is what

I could do for you
if you cooperate:
I could get you into

the prison GED program.
Great, so I can

train to be a dental assistant.
You'll get one hour

a week of internet access.

We could arrange it so

the guards turn off
the content filters.

ERICA: You can go
to any site you want

till your forearm seizes up.

You gonna put that in writing?

ZANCANELLI:
Come on, you know
I'm good for it.

Tell me about Mars.

This guy's pulling moves
right out of your playbook.

Writing a playbook of
his own, sounds like.

Well, did Mars share any
fantasies about killing people?

You know, going
hog wild like this?

He didn't share a lot.

Didn't have much personality
at all. I sure never

figured him for a psycho.
Well, come on.
Give me something.

You spent three weeks
with this guy.

Yeah, but I did
all the talking.

He asked me like a million
questions, you know,

how to keep on the run
so long, but...

I never thought
anything of it.

All the cons want
to hear that stuff.

So what'd you tell him?

How to get some easy cash.

How I hit those resorts
in the off-season.

Told him when the heat's hot,
you gotta hole up a while.

That's how I kept you
at bay, dumb guinea.

You call me that again,

and you'll lose your teeth
along with your internet.

You hear me?

Easy, Ray.

ZANCANELLI:
What else about Mars?

I told him to
establish a routine.

Get everyone thinking that
they know what your next

move's gonna be,
then break the routine.

By the time they figure it
out, you're a puff of smoke.

Like how you robbed
five banks in one week,

then busted into that
beach house to kick back?

Yeah, like that.

And I told him, if you're
going to sit a while,

you might as well
pick someplace nice.

(giggling)

(squeals, giggles)

(giggling)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Shotgun's missing from the rack.

Great.

Still no reports of a vehicle
stolen from the vicinity?

For all we know, they hitched
their way out of here.

Maybe, but that hasn't
been their M.O.

so far. I mean, they
just take what they want.

They're breaking
their routine.

What are you
mumbling about?

That's how Reddin got
the cops off his tail.

He established a routine,
and broke it without warning.

I mean, these guys stole, what,
four different cars to get here?

We're busy looking
for the next one.
But there isn't one.

So what are you saying?
They're still in the area?

ERICA:
Hey, come check this out.

Another thing Reddin said is

when it's time to lay low,
find someplace nice.

High-end subdivision?

How far do you think
they're willing to walk?

SHEA:
Criminals are lazy,

so any of these
houses would do.

So let's say they
walk 15 minutes, tops,

average walking speed
is three miles per hour,

which gives us a radius
of what? Um...

What's the, what's the formula
to find the area of a circle?

Do I look like Lloyd?
It's roughly 2 miles.

Housing densities we got
around here? That gives us

2,000 doors to knock on. We got
to be more efficient than that.

Well, they're just not going
to pick any old house.

They're going to pick
houses that don't...
CHARLIE: Don't tell us.

Tell them.
Excuse me.

CHARLIE:
Can I get your attention,
please, everyone?

This is Shea Dan...
Hof... nagle.

Shea Hofnagle.

Shea is a
convicted felon

who has chosen to
generously lend his expertise

to the U.S. Marshals.
He's going to tell you

what to look out for.

Mr. Hofnagle?

A'ight.

You want to blow
right past any crib

that has an alarm
company sign out front.

Hey. Buddy.
Eyes here.

OFFICER:
Sorry.

You're looking for something
nice and private

so the neighbors can't see
you jimmy a window. Feel me?

So we looking for fences,
bad exterior lighting...

Oh! And look for houses
with no dead patches

on the lawn.

No dead patches
means no dogs.

(chuckling)

You know, all my life I got

people like you
looking down on me.

Bunch of rich bitches.

MARS:
Now you're looking up
at me, aren't you?

You know, my mom worked
three jobs just to feed me?

(whimpers)

How many jobs you got, huh?

Let me guess. Zero?

Except maybe
spreading your legs

for this one every
other Thursday.

Birthdays and special
occasions included?

How about you, Sparky?

Oh, I think Haley
has something to say.

Let's hear her out.

Please. We have lots
and lots of nice stuff.

Please just take what
you want and go.

MARS (imitating Haley):
Go!

(laughs)
Go?

Oh, no, we're
not going yet.

We got very special
plans for you people.

Isn't that right, Starla?

First, I have some
errands to run.

Sweetheart,

where'd you put the
keys to the Mercedes?

JULIANNE:
Wow.

Lloyd, look at this.

Starla's mother died
in a car accident

when Starla was
eight years old.
Yikes. That's right

in the sweet spot
of a child's moral and
emotional development.

Starla was with her when they
got hit by a truck. The car

was wedged underneath
the cab of the semi.

Paramedics had to use the
Jaws of Life to get Starla out.

And after her mother died,
they had to saw through her body

in order to extricate
eight-year-old Starla

and rescue her
from the vehicle.

Jesus, no wonder she
has a death fixation.

(computer beeps)

Someone just used the fair
superintendent's ATM card.

Right inside our
search area.

(siren wails)

(tires screeching)

Yeah. Establish a perimeter.
Watch every exit.

No one gets in or out.

All right.

That's her.

That's Starla!

(tires squealing)
(horns honking)

Where is he?

Where's who?

You know who I'm talking
about. Where is he?

Where's Waldo?

Some rope, bleach, staple gun.
What are you sickos up to?

MAN: It's not about
inter-agency bullshit.

We're all trying to catch a guy
who killed that trooper
LLOYD: Hey, hey...

I appreciate that. You and your
guys will get a crack at Starla

as soon as our specialist
is done with her.

Hey, Charlie. Could you please
explain to this cretin

that I'm one of you guys?

CHARLIE:
You're not one of us,

but it's okay,
cut him loose.

There you go.

What's your plan?

LLOYD:
I'm going to play
on her guilt, okay?

Once the submissive
partner's caught,

she invariably tries to
blame the other one, right?

Uh, say she was forced
into it, whatever.

Well, she hasn't yet.

Just give it
some time, Ray.

No, Lloyd, we
don't have time.

That psychopath is
still out there.

She's still under his spell.

And it's your job
to break it.

Let's go.

HALEY:
You know, we have another car,
if you want to go look for her.

Maybe she took off.
Shut your face!

I felt his presence before
I ever even laid eyes on him.

LLOYD:
You know, Starla, uh...
the less cooperative you are,

the more trouble
you're going to be in.

Then he smiled
at me, and he said,

"My name is Mars, and
I've had my eye on you."

The second I heard that name,
I knew he was the one.

Mars and Starla? I mean,
tell me that doesn't

imply some sort of
cosmic connection.

Anything for you in
that mailbox, Shea?

There was no answer.
I was just checking

to see if they'd brought
in the mail... Yo!

Oh, are you serious?

Turn around.

CHARLIE: Man, those are
some ugly shoes.

Hit every house in a ten-block
radius of the shopping plaza.

Maybe she drove there?

Dumped the car once
your boys showed up

so the registration wouldn't
lead them to the house.

We'll go wider.

Starla, did you know that, uh...

Mars was going to
kill his own mother?

How'd you feel when you
saw him slit her throat?

Does it bother you
to think about that?

It didn't bother Mars.

She was his mother.

What about the woman in
the convenience store?

The state trooper?

Why did they deserve to die?

They didn't deserve
to live.

They didn't have what
it takes to survive

in this world.

Only those with the
strength to take a life

deserve to have
a life at all.

Is that what Mars told you?

Do you know that Mars is
the ancient god of war?

This is Ellie Kearns.

Look at me when
I'm talking.

She stood by and did nothing

while her husband
raped and murdered

a string of college students
30 years ago.

This is her today.

Serving a life
sentence because

she could've stopped
him, and didn't.

And every year she blubbers
to the parole board,

and every year they send her
packing. That's going to be you,

if you don't give up Mars.

Would you like...

some water?

It's right here.

Ray.

Could I, uh, talk to you
for a quick second, please?

(clearing throat)

(clearing throat)

I don't think she's
going to turn on Mars.

Why not? You said the submissive
partner eventually...
I know what I said, but...

Listen to her, okay?
Look at her behavior.

She turns her body.
She makes you go
around to face her

on her terms. You get in her
grill, she challenges

your dominance by staring you
straight in the eye.

She doesn't even think
to push her glass closer
so I can fill it.

Ray, nine times out of ten
the male partner

is the one who drives
these murderous dyads,

but not in this situation.

She's the dominant
one, all right?

She is calling
all the shots.

Lloyd, she's like
a buck-oh-six.

I know, but, Ray, her parents
said she went through

a whole series
of delinquent boyfriends

before she settled
on Mars, right?

She was auditioning
potential killers.

I said before, she was
looking for a dominant
male like her father.

No, she takes after her father.
She's the strong one.

Which means Mars-- the
monster that she created--
is out there running around

without anybody
to rein him in.

And he's scared
and he's desperate

and if he has
hostages, Ray...

You know what, screw this.

I'm going to pull
the car back around.

You keep an eye on her.
What are you going to do?

Okay, fruit loop,

you don't want
to give us Mars?

I'm going to drag you

up and down every cul-de-sac
in that subdivision

screaming his name.

And when he sees you
with my gun in your mouth,

he's going
to show himself.

HALEY:
She's gone, okay?

But maybe that's
a good thing.

It means that you don't have
to listen to her anymore,
and that you can...

She doesn't tell me what to do!
I didn't mean that.
All that I meant was...

Look, all of you get up.

Go down to the basement.

What? Why?

Why do you think?

(whimpering)

Get up!

Maybe she's lost.

These neighborhoods
all look the same. It's...

She's just
lost, that's all.

And if you do this
without asking her...

You should give her
a little more time.

Like, maybe like this height...

I need a badge
or something, man.
(phone ringing)

That's the third time
these fools

pegged me for
a Jehovah's Witness.

Julianne, what's up?

Charlie, Ray's got a plan.

All right.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Charlie.
Yeah, we're about to leave.

Unless you got
a better idea.

LLOYD:
You know, Starla, I uh...

I know how your
mother died.

Seminal moment
of your childhood--

just watching life
escape from a body.

So now, every time
that you kill,

you're reliving the
last few moments you had
with your mother. It's...

Yeah, okay.
Yeah, I'll be careful.
It must be awful.

Wait.

Easy, now.
Oh, easy yourself.

You want to know
where Mars is?

(gun hammer cocking)
All right,
I'll take you

right to him.

Oh... feces.

Hey, Ray, Ray,
great plan, man.

Move.
Really great plan.

Are you soft
in the head?

Shut up or I'll
snap you in half.

You'll snap... When will you
snap me in half? 'Cause maybe

you haven't noticed yet,
but we're about to die.

If she gets us in this house,
we're going to die.

Shut up!
Lloyd, keep
your cool, man.

You are a meatball.
This sucks! This sucks, Ray!

Do something!

You know what? He's right.

I think I'll just
disarm you out here.

Keep moving.
I'll do it.

I'm not so sure.

If she doesn't,
I will.

Inside.

Look, baby, U.S. Marshals.

I'm not a U.S. Marshal.
I'm a criminal. I'm
one of you guys.

Move!

Why don't you let these people
go? We'll take their place.

Why don't you speak
for yourself, Ray?
Get on your knees.

Keep your hands up!

ZANCANELLI:
At least let the kids go.
They don't need to see this.

(gun cocking)
My death's on
your hands, Ray.

I'm holding you
responsible for this.

Get 'em, Mars.
Do 'em both.

Don't listen
to her, Mars.

It was her idea,
we know that.
Pull the damn trigger!

Why don't you do it yourself?
Why won't she do it herself?

STARLA:
You don't think I can?

Think again.

(gun cocking)

(click)

It's a trap! Shoot 'em, Mars!
Shoot 'em!

(yelling)

(clamoring shouts)

ZANCANELLI:
It's about time.

(pistol slide racking)

(handcuffs clicking)

MARS:
It was her idea.

I didn't want to do
any of it for real.

It was all just talk,
but she...

What the hell happened?
I dropped the
keys on purpose

so she'll lead us here.
And what happened?

You guys stopped
for a smoothie?

We almost ate lead.
Julianne had
to track your phone.

It takes a minute.
Let's go.

You telling me that
you let her escape?

I didn't tell you because I
needed it to feel authentic.

The gun wasn't
loaded, Lloyd.

That's a great plan, Ray.
What about his gun, huh?

That's a fair criticism.

(all sobbing)

Yeah.

Look, man, if I hadn't
spotted Starla--

there's no way we would
have gotten there in time.

I think I earned the right
not to wear these anymore.

Fair enough.

Shea.

I want you
to understand

that I don't distinguish
between shades of color in here.

Color?

Man, I look at you and
the only color I see is blue.

And that's cool.

As long as I get my months off.

You're getting your months off.

Hey, about what happened
at the coffee machine...

Oh, that.

I was-- I was just trying
to give you a kiss on the cheek.

And then you moved
your head, and...

I'm just...

I know, right.

Um... I'm sorry.

Come here.

(distant siren wailing)

I should have known.

I knew it.

I hate being a bridesmaid.

What's going on?

What's going on?

You used me, Raymond.
Yeah, I did.

Effectively.
You should have told me
what the plan was.

Instead of panicking,
I could have helped.

Your panicking
is what sold it.

No, you used me, selfishly.

And you're doing
the same shit
with Julianne.

What are you
talking about?

I'm talking about the fact
that anybody with an eyeball

can see that she has
a thing for you.

And you exploit
that for what,

to get her on the team,
to keep her focused...?

Are you out of your mind?
We're close because

I was there when she got
DQ'd from the academy.

And I've been trying to get that
kid back on her feet ever since.

So you get your
facts straight.

But you don't need to dangle
a relationship carrot

in front of her face
just to get her to
do good work, okay?

That is self-serving
and it's damaging, Ray.

You're spinning
out, Lowery.

Try and get it together.

What's your problem?

JULIANNE:
Guys?

The van to Maybelle is waiting.

(door closes)

(sighs)

Come here. Just buy her
some flowers, Lowery.

And keep me out of it.

(barks)