All language subtitles for 05-BREAKOUT Kings - S02 E05 - Self Help (720p NF Web-DL)-eng

Huntsville Minimum Security
Prison Huntsville, NY

(bell ringing)

Arturo...

What's up, man?

(sighs)

You know, I've been thinking.

(whispering)

(grunting)

(shouting in Spanish)

Hey, hey, hey!

Break it up! Break it up!

(shouting in Spanish)

(shouting in Spanish)

GUARD: Back to work, Ronnie.

I'd like to speak to
Warden Swickle, please.

Happened again,
Arturo attacked me.

I've filed several complaints.

I don't know why the state keeps
sending maximum security prisoners

to minimum security facilities

just to ride out
their last year.

It's like throwing snakes
in a hamster cage.

Feel free to file
another complaint.

I will.

ASSISTANT: Mail, sir.

All right. Thank you.

Guard!

(buzzer sounds)

(clamoring)

The entire administration
wing is quarantined.

No one enters, no one exits.

(alarm blaring) SWICKLE: Guard!

The wing's sealed; They're
not going anywhere.

Help me with the
vents in my office.

GUARD: What do you think's
going on out there?

More worried about what's
going on out here.

RONNIE: What are you
standing there for?

It's in the vents!

Shut the whole east wing down!

Go now!

It's not safe here. Go!

(alarm blaring)

Brooklyn, New York.

All right, get in your files;
We got a weird one today.

LLOYD: Today's the big day.
How are you feeling?

A bit tense.

Okay, well, just remember,
you can't control

what the parole board
decides, you know?

You sent in your statement,
you're active, you took a stand.

That's what's important.
No matter what happens

- with Margolis's parole, you are a stronger person.
- Okay.

RAY: How about we
do our jobs today?

Meet Ronnie Marcum, an
up-and-coming self-help guru,

in for violating various

provisions of
federal label laws.

It's a fancy way of saying

he paid illegals
three bucks an hour

to package and ship
his books and CDs.

Five months into a
ten-month sentence,

he booked from Huntsville.

Miscount after causing a
little bit of an uproar.

SHEA: Huntsville? That place makes
Maybelle look like Sing Sing.

- Why run away from day camp?
- RAY: Well, that's question number one.

He books with only five
months left on a short rib?

That's question number two. I
told you this was a weird one.

Using a mail room gig to send

baking soda as an
anthrax attack?

That's got to violate, like, six
terrorism laws right there.

This is a man who
wants to get out now.

That's why we were brought in. Feds don't play
around when it comes to that kind of stuff.

Says here he's gotten beat up a few
times inside, once this morning.

He's missed head
count before, too,

'cause he was hiding from
the next ass-kicking.

They've found him in
the kitchen freezer

in the boiler room. He
sounds like a punk.

He actually had a
rough upbringing.

Uh, projects. Street kid.

(scoffs) According
to his Web site,

"he overcame his obstacles
and broke through his own.

"Geometric Negativity,
to allow his success

to finally take shape."

Oh, didn't make the
connection before.

This is the, uh, "Be Your
Own Success Shape" guy.

You read his stuff?

Um, yeah, may have...
glanced at it.

Well, it sounds like
donkey dick to me.

But he's got a nice
business going;

He clears low six
figures a year.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, six figures?

Come on. I'm Harvard-educated,

my I.Q.'s the price of
a gallon of high-test–

- why aren't I making that kind of money?
- Because...

You gambled it all away.

"If you fail to strive,
your self-esteem

will be trapped in
a rectangle..."

That's spelled
"W-R-E-C-K-tangle."

"and your shame sphere
will overflow."

Okay? This is
unadulterated hogwash,

hokum, bunk and balderdash.

This guy has brain-dead acolytes

filling his visitation
log like a phone book.

Do you know who's in mine?

My mother!

- Brother makin' scratch.
- This phone-book-sized.

Visitation log, I
can't find one person

- registered under family.
- ZANCANELLI: He's got no living relatives.

- He's been on his own since he's 13.
- He lives and breathes.

His work like most
entrepreneurs.

I suggest we start here–

the Marcum Institute.

MAN: How many people know
what I'm talking about?

Jamaica, Queens

- (people clapping)
- WOMAN: Escaped?

He's got a few months left and
a great career ahead of him.

Why would he jeopardize that?

ZANCANELLI: We were hoping
maybe you could shed

- a little more light on the man.
- Sure thing– how about.

The fact that he was in
prison for employing Haitians

so they could send money back to
their earthquake-ravaged homeland?

He would have loved to do it
legally, but our government

wouldn't allow these
people to become citizens.

And now, when he'll
be released soon?

Same government's fabricating
some story to keep him in.

LLOYD: Charlatan!

Flimflam man! Snake
oil salesman!

They should call
this place Dunlop,

because it is one
mother-humper of a racket!

Okay, I'm sorry to be the
bearer of true tidings, folks,

but I have seen more
substance in meringue, okay?

You want a shape?

Here is a shape for ya.

A pyramid, as in the scheme.

I think it's time for you

and your associates to go.

So I have a few more questions.

And I still have a few
constitutional rights.

We're a business

with a good reputation, good
credit and good lawyers.

So leave now.

I'm gonna get you a muzzle.

Sorry about all that.

Ladies and gentlemen,

help me give my friend
Ken Raymond a warm...

Woodside, Queens.

Driver's side dented
rear left panel,

driver's side crushed
front wheel well...

You gotta be kidding me.
(chuckles)

BOTH: Hey.

(both chuckle)

It's good to see you, Ken.

It's great to see you, Ronnie.

What are you doing here?

I've been marking off
the calendar boxes.

You're not due for
another 146 days.

What'd I always say
about boxes, huh?

You put yourself in a box,
Ken, you get stuck there.

But a circle...

A circle can roll forever.

Absolutely.

An eternity of opportunity.

True that, Ronnie, true that.
(Chuckles)

As a model prisoner,

I got an opportunity, Ken.

- I got an early release.
- Yeah.

But unfortunately,
my car, which was

impounded while I was in,

well, its not released from
its prison until tomorrow.

(laughs) So, I took a bus here.

You came to see me first?

I've always been able
to count on you, buddy.

That means a lot, Ronnie,
coming from you.

It's true. As true as it is

that I need a lift
to a couple places.

All related to my new book:

Shaping Your Presence
with Life's Presents.

- Man, I like that.
- It's good, right?

- Yeah.
- I was writing while I was in prison.

- Uh-huh.
- I mailed the pages.

To a couple of folks
on the outside.

Yeah, of course.

So, can you help me?

Yeah, I mean, I got an
appointment I can't miss.

Oh, no, just a few hours.

Okay, um, sure.

I just gotta finish up this damage
report, and I'm good to go.

Um, you know, I'm a
manager now, Ronnie.

I mean, I know insurance
work ain't sexy,

but I'm making money, sending
some home to my kids.

It's all 'cause of
what you taught me.

That's exactly why
I do what I do.

Jules, what'd you learn about
the Marcum blockheads?

All of Ronnie's
employees are clean;

College grads, no priors.

He's got a P.H.D.?

A Personal Healing Degree.

You guys, he's got a
Personal Healing Degree.

Please let me be in a coma,
and this is not real,

and I'll wake up... now.

No, no. No, it's still here.

Why'd you have to be like
that back in there? What?

It bothers you that much to see black people
in suits instead of robbing and stealing?

Okay, first of all, my friend, all
they're doing is robbing and stealing.

Second of all, I don't think they have a
hire-a-con program, so I doubt I blew

- any opportunities for you.
- I'm getting sick and tired of your mouth, Lowery.

Those people are
selling product.

Your problem with Ronnie is

that he's a black man
making an honest living.

Oh, he's honest? He
broke out of prison.

Oh, my God, both of
you, shut the hell up.

Shea, not everything's
about race.

And Lloyd, if you want
to look down your nose

at salespeople, do it
in your head, okay?

My problem with them...

Oh, my God, are you
still talking?

Is not that they're selling,

it's that they're selling
bullshit to people

who think that
they're getting help

when they're actually
getting hurt because

they're not getting the help
that they actually need.

So once again this is about your
crazy little girlfriend, okay?

Okay, if you refer to
her like that again,

I will be all over you

like a honey badger
out of a burlap sack.

And you'll win the fight, Shea,
but I will do some damage.

You hit a dead end, you
start from the beginning.

We're heading to Huntsville.

Let's go, tough guys.

Jamaica, Queens.

What the hell?

Hey, Mo, wait.

You know where I'm
supposed to be, right?

But I ain't there.

Shows you how serious I
am about this, right?

Where is it?

I don't know.

Where is it?

I'm not lying.

(screaming)

Hurts, huh?

Wrong answer.

(screaming)

Where is it?

(crying)

Please, I'm not lying!

That was, let me see,

that was east and west
of the sweet spot.

The next one ain't
gonna miss the mark.

Ronnie, brother, it's me, Mo.

I'm telling ya I don't have it.

- Give me mine.
- I don't know,

I don't know where
they're keeping it at.

I was just along for the ride.
I needed the money!

Please?

You promise?

Okay.

Get yourself together.

Bye, Mo.

RONNIE (on stereo): And
took the wheel of his life

and drove it into a
better, brighter future.

Ladies and gentlemen,
help me give my...

Uh, did you get your book pages?

Oh, no, he didn't have them.

We have to see somebody else.
Is that all right?

Uh, sure.

Thanks, buddy.

I ain't J Cat. Why I got
to talk to shrinks?

Well, Mr. Arturo, the reason Dr.
Dakota Silicon and I

are here is not for you, per
se, but rather for a fugitive

we're tracking– Ronald Marcum.

ARTURO: I get sent to solitary

and that son of a bitch
is running free?

ERICA: Since this
morning, and it's

why you were sent to
solitary that interests me

and Dr. Smallmember.

See, you're the last convict
to have any substantial

interaction with Ronnie

before he disappeared.

Like, where he was going.

You can tell us the truth.

We're gonna find out eventually.

Perhaps he told you you
couldn't break out with him,

which is why you "la cucaracha'd"
his lower intestine.

I've done 24 years of hard time

for killing a man with
his own dog's femur.

24? Just for that?

So why the hell would I break out of
an Easy-Bake Oven like this place

with only seven months to go?

I beat him down

because of this.

ERICA: It's beautiful.

She's Cecilia. My angel.

Died 27 years ago.

SIDS.

This morning,

Ronnie told me she
was better off dead

because she would've wound up on
the pole by the time she was 18.

No one talks bad about my angel.

Can I go back to solitary now?

Of course you can. Thank you.

We're sorry for your loss.

Ronnie deserved to be beaten.

He wanted to be beaten.

I mean, the only reason someone

would cross a line the way Ronnie
did is if he wanted his ass kicked.

But what does his beat-downs

have to do with
him breaking out?

SWICKLE: The prisoners

were lined up against
the wall here,

including Ronnie, hands on head.

- Where was Ronnie?
- Right about there.

That's the last place I
remember seeing him.

He just disappeared.

It's a receipt for a
painter's protective suit.

Here's a picture of it.

Look familiar?

It's identical to
the Hazmat outfits.

You know, he worked
mail and requisition.

He must've ordered
it for himself

and walked right out of
here when things got crazy.

He's smart.

(phone ringing)

Pulled the wool right
over your eyes, Swickle.

ZANCANELLI: Yeah, Jules.

Hey, Ray, we've got a
positive on Mo Blakely.

He was found DOA in his
apartment earlier.

Right.

Other than getting beat up,

was Ronnie involved in any
other violence in here?

Before the escape, he was
a model prisoner. Why?

Because a guy who
visited Ronnie here,

a guy he ran with as a
kid, just turned up dead.

OFFICER: Victim Mo Blakely.

Perp unknown. No
prints, no witnesses.

We got the surveillance tape
from the building super,

but the perp kept his
head down and turned.

Couldn't get an I.D. on him.

May I, Officer?

Oh. Okay.

Multiple puncture wounds.

Dull instrument to
open up the jugular.

We're dealing with a
very angry runner, Ray.

This is a personal killing.

Man, this body's jacked up.

Ronnie was looking
for something.

Money? ERICA: His
company's thriving

and he's not in a cash-heavy,
easy-to-skim-off-the-top business, I mean...

could be wrong, but I don't
think this is a money thing.

So Ronnie, Ronnie
wants something.

He thinks Mo has it.

Mo either didn't want
to give it up to him,

or he couldn't– either way,
the multiple stab wounds,

the personal nature
of the killing–.

We could be dealing with
a blackmail here, Ray.

You certain or just theorizing?

No, I'm certain that my theory is...
I don't know.

ERICA: Check this out.

Mo worked for Ronnie.

(phone ringing)

ZANCANELLI: Hey, Jules.

You checked on Mo Blakely,
said he had a rap sheet?

Yeah– illegal
weapons, narcotics...

I thought you said that
anyone that worked

at the Marcum Institute didn't
have a criminal record.

That is because,

according to Mo Blakely's
unemployment benefits,

Ronnie fired him a few days

before he surrendered
to authorities.

All I'm saying is, Mo should be
killing Ronnie for firing him,

not the other way around.

It doesn't make sense.

But nothing about this
case makes sense.

We're missing something.

And there's something about
Mo and Ronnie's business.

There's a link we're not seeing
that pulls this all together.

Well, there's only
three places to go

to get information
about a business:

The boss– that's Ronnie,

the employees– but
they'll lawyer up

before we walk through the door–

and whoever handles the money.

You gotta talk to
his accountant.

He's right. We gotta get a fake.

Ooh!

A fake I.D. to enter
a fake institute.

Does anyone want to
discuss the irony?

Does anybody want you
to shut your face-hole?

No, thank you,
Leather Tuscadero,

'cause I'm too busy
being really smart,

because it's obvious that Mr.
Shea Daniels

is the only person in
this room who could pass

as one of Ronnie's employees.

And Shea, no offense,
but I've seen

the gentlemen in that office,
and you are not them.

- What's your point, man?
- My point, my dear friend,

is I'm going to have
to My Fair Lady

your gangster tuchas.

SHEA: What you calling me?

Hey...

Figured I'd see
if you were here.

'Cause I never know
when you're around.

Yeah, I... well, I
kind of come and go.

You free now?

You want to grab a coffee?

Erica! I'm...

There are lockers in the
bathroom for a reason!

Keep your prison
blues off the floor.

Prison blues.

Um, can I talk to
you for a second?

I...

I was gonna eventually
tell you...

Okay.

Well, I might as well tell you...
I've got a kid, too.

I'm a real prize.

Is the kid a convict also?

Look, I set up nightclubs, okay?

Half the people that
I do business with

should probably be
in prison, so...

(sighs)

Did you kill somebody?

Five.

No, um...

Mortgage fraud. I
made a mistake.

All right.

I'll leave you to it.

Next time you're not cuffed,
I want to buy you a coffee.

Deal.

I can see your lady boner.

Looking sharp.

Got your back story.

Okay, so you graduated
from Queens College

with a business major.

Listen, I still don't see
why I gotta trim my chops.

Because the vibe of your
chops screams criminal.

Your vibe screams kid fondler,

but you don't see me
messing with your action.

That brings me to part two
of our extreme makeover.

We don't want to be dropping

any "messing with yo' action"
bombs while we're in there, okay?

So we want a little less
Ebonics, more Hooked on Phonics.

Repeat after me: "You betcha."

You betcha.

More nasal: "You betcha."

- You betcha.
- Nasal.

- You betcha.
- You betcha.

- Damn it, I said nasal!
- (nasal): You betcha!

By George Washington Carver,
I think you got it.

All right. Now let's try this one
on for size: Uh... "No worries."

- No worries.
- No worries.

(chuckles) No worries.

"Now we're cooking with gas." Too white.
I ain't saying that.

Ooh, how's your laugh.
Let me hear your laugh.

(dry chuckle)

(chuckling happily)

(brief chuckle)

(laughing louder)

(laughs briefly)

Okay, well, we'll
work on that one.

All right. Always
apologize a lot,

and for no reason at
all– that always helps.

Avoid eye contact.

You gotta ignore your
natural instincts–

go beta dog on this one, okay?

When people feel superior,
they let their guards down

and more information comes out 'cause
they don't view you as a threat.

Just... just keep
practicing, okay?

All right.

Everybody's got a little white
guy living deep down inside 'em.

I just need you to reach
down and really just

touch that white guy
that's-that's deep inside you.

Is that a double entendre?

You tell me.

Good luck.

(sighs heavily)

You betcha.

(chuckling)

Long Island City Queens, NY

(chuckling) You betcha.

Women are like computers.

Their memories only work when
it's convenient for them.

(both laughing)

So, Mr. Drexler...

Yes, sir!

What can I help you with today?

All right, well, first of all, Mr.
Funger,

forgive me for dropping
by unannounced.

I had a lunch in the area,

and I knew your
offices were nearby.

No worries.

I've been tasked to help manage
the Mo Blakely situation.

I do the books for over
a hundred companies

and 500 individuals.

Rory, you have to
be more specific.

My apologies.

Um, Mr. Blakely was an employee

that we fired a few months ago

now threatening a wrongful
termination suit.

We don't want any
more bad press,

so we need any
information surrounding.

Mr. Blakely's termination.

Let's take a look-see.

(typing) Okay...

Salary ceased immediately.

Benefits, too.

No severance.

Seems like a simple firing.

But...

if you expect problems from Mo,

then be ready for lawsuits
from the other two.

Um, the other two?

Uh, forgive me,

it's a busy, busy office.

People are always
coming and going.

Who are these other two?

Ronnie fired Mo and two other
employees at the same time–

Curtis Ridgeway and Gerald Pike.

(laughs)

Jamaica, Queens

(watch alarm beeps)

KEN: Ronnie?

I hate to be a pain,
man, but my appointment!

Yeah, back bedroom, Ken!

Stay cool, Kenny.

KEN: Oh, shit.

Damn right, shit.

So this is how it's gonna play–

you're gonna take me
exactly where I gotta go.

And you're gonna do
exactly what I say,

then there'll be no problems.

My beef ain't with you, Kenny.

What the hell's
going on, Ronnie?

Not for you to know.

- Ronnie.
- Don't get all silly.

Now, you're a two-strike
ex-con in a house

with a dead body.

You got your fingerprints
on the screen door,

your fingerprints
on the inside door,

and now your fingerprints
are on the bedroom door.

That officially makes
you at my mercy.

So you're going to
follow what I say.

If you follow me, I promise
you, we'll come back here

in a few hours, we'll come right back
here, we'll clean up the prints,

and you can get home and play
with your kids. How's that sound?

Now, grab me a pillowcase,
we got to get moving.

ZANCANELLI: Come here
looking for a fugitive,

find his boyhood friend dead.

It's becoming a
habit on this case.

Anyway, I'll make sure

the Marshals office
sends you my report.

Great, thanks.

- Another ransacked house.
- I'm telling you,

Mo's got something on Ronnie

that Mr. Marcum
wants to disappear.

And another body.

He's been out a few hours. What
the hell is this guy's hurry?

Urgency. Okay, not to keep
beating this drum, you guys,

but things are urgent when
things are important to someone.

Things are important to someone
when they're personal.

I think my blackmail theory
just got more certain, Raymond.

(phone rings)

NYPD just called.

They're still staking
out Curtis's home,

but he hasn't shown yet.

No shit– streets are talking.

You don't think he's heard about
what's going down already?

Curtis is laying lower than
the sidewalk right now.

Anything on the cell number?

Uh, I still haven't found one.

I promise you, he's
using a burner

that he's changing
up every few months.

Check with the family.

Sister died, leaving a teenage
niece to foster care.

Social Services records show
that he has weekly visitation

that he never misses, but it's
not for a couple of days.

In a few days he won't be
able; It'll be too late.

If you have a kid,
you have a weakness.

I know it's yours,
you know it's mine.

Ronnie and Curtis go back
like rocking chairs.

If we know he's close to
his niece, so does Ronnie.

Jules, what's the niece's name?

KEN: Hey, Naomi.

Yeah?

I-It's, it's me– Teddy,
your Uncle Curtis's friend.

You don't look like one
of my uncle's friends.

I-I'm from the
building, remember?

You the super or something?

Yeah, I am, a-and, you
know, he's got a leak

and I can't find him

and I, I know that
sometimes he picks you up,

- so...
- Nah, he doesn't pick me up today.

(screaming)

(tires screeching)

- (screaming)
- Oh, God.

Oh, God, Ronnie.

23rd Precinct got a report

of a young girl
identified as Naomi

getting dragged into a car

with a pillowcase over her head.

Uh, two classmates saw this
from a half-block away.

They couldn't get a read on
the perp or the wheelman,

though, because their backs
were turned to them.

They did get a read on the license plate.
DMV's running it.

First he's killing,
now he's kidnapping?

Guess Ronnie's working
with someone now.

No signal on the victim's cell.

Got a hit on the
suspect's license plate.

It's registered to a Ken Reily.

I've seen that mug
somewhere before.

NYPD is issuing

a stake and notify.

In and out of juvie,
separate bids for B and E,

aggravated assault.

Squeaky clean the past
few years, though.

Jules, we need Curtis's cell phone.
Ronnie's got his niece.

It's a matter of time before
he reaches out to Curtis.

It's not like I'm
not trying, Ray.

Ronnie's film– that's where I've seen
this guy before– at the institute

on the endless loop with
Ronnie proselytizing.

Shea, you remember the TV on the
wall they were standing next to

as we were waiting for the
Kool-Aid Man to bust through

and offer his tasty beverage
to all of Ronnie's disciples?

That's the guy who was
onstage with Ronnie.

ZANCANELLI: Jules.

- Already pulling it up.
- Still wearing the suit, huh?

Don't get pissed 'cause I
make it look good, brother.

Found it.

I...

I was lost in a
half-sphere of fear,

trapped for years in, in a
free-floating semicircle

of confusion...

until this man came along.

Related searches show

that Ken has made at least
ten other appearances

around New York on
Ronnie's behalf.

In addition to helping
kill two of Ronnie's boys.

You know, I really hope there
aren't any more lemmings

out there willing to lend
Ronnie a helping hand,

'cause he is officially
a desperate man.

Yeah, he breaks out of prison
with five months left.

That's a desperate act.

He, he, he kills his
two closest friends

within hours after breaking
out– another desperate act.

He just kidnapped an
innocent teenager–

desperate act.

If whatever he's planning

doesn't play out the
way he wants...

He'll kill that kid.

Inwood, New York.

No, no, no, no, relax.

- (screams)
- Nice and easy breaths.

Look, I'm not trying
to hurt you, okay?

Okay?

I'm not trying to hurt you.

- Then let me go.
- Shh!

Shh, I can't. Listen,
listen, listen.

If I wanted to hurt you,
you'd be hurt already.

(screaming)

You would be hurt already, okay?

I'm in this as deep as
you are, okay, so let's

just stay calm, put our heads
together, and I will try

to figure something out.

(sobbing)

Is that a deal?

Is that a deal?

Okay.

WOMAN: There's no way.

You're wrong, you're
absolutely wrong.

Ken's paid all of
his back alimony,

more child support
than he has to.

We've been talking about
getting back together.

Okay, and this
metamorphosis– do you also

attribute it to Ronnie Marcum's
Success Shapes baloney?

It worked for Ken.
It's not baloney.

It strives to be baloney.
It's headcheese at best.

Anyway, Ken seemed

to have a bit of a To Sir, with
Love thing going on with Ronnie.

Do you think it's possible Ronnie got
him to go back to his criminal ways?

Ken put his past behind him.

I'm tired of hearing

what a great guy he is.

At 3:30 today, he
helped kidnap the girl,

and if you're holding out
on where he could be

or what he could be doing...
Wait, at 3:30?

3:30.

At 3:30 on Tuesdays
Ken has dialysis.

He has renal complications?

They're kept in check as long as he
makes it to his weekly treatments.

Excuse us a second.

Can I talk to you?

Ray, if Ken has
malfunctioning kidneys,

he cannot miss a
dialysis appointment.

His body will be toxic
by this evening.

If complications arise, he
could be dead by the morning.

There's a chance Ken's
a victim here, too.

What, Ronnie's forcing

the biggest success story
his company has had,

a guy who helped him
move tons of product,

to help him kill and kidnap
his way through New York?

Is that what you're telling me?

I think so, yeah.

None of this tracks!

(phone ringing)

Naomi?

RONNIE: She lives.

Ronnie.

Where is the tape?

How'd you get Naomi's...

Guess it's safe to say you
know about Mo and Pike– shame.

Where is the tape?

So help me God, if you
put hands on my niece...

Your niece is alive, but if you
want her to stay that way,

you'd better give
me what I need.

The tape for my
niece, straight up.

Your word good on that?

Curtis, my books grossed

over a quarter million
dollars last year.

We both know the
value of my word.

JULIANNE: Oh, damn it.

ESU got a hit on Naomi's
cell and then lost it.

Closest they could pin it is

25 miles north of Manhattan,
near White Plains.

Well, Ronnie's not stupid
enough to keep his signal hot.

We need Curtis's
cell number, Jules.

I know that because
you keep telling me.

(phone rings)

I got it. Let's work
on Curtis's number.

Marshals.

This is Zancanelli.

Okay.

All right, yeah, I'll be
happy to pass that along.

All right, thanks.

Lloyd.

That was the D.O.C.

Gary Margolis's
parole was denied.

Yes!

Based on how he performed
at the hearing,

he's never getting out.

(sighs) Wow.

That is worthy of
a double shaka–

the sign of total awesomeness.

(beeping)

Feel good, kid?

Yeah.

(sighs)

Ray, Ray, Ray, um, on a hunch,
I started tracking purchases

made under Curtis's name.

Um, few months ago,

he ordered a satellite TV
and had to give a number

so that the installer
could tell him

when he was coming by.

The number he gave
isn't associated

with a major carrier.

It has to be the burner phone.

All right, great job.

Get a trace running now.

Everybody, get your stuff.

If we find that phone,
we save the kid.

(door creaks open)

- (door closes)
- (crying)

(whispering): You wait
here, I'll be right back.

Don't make a sound.

Where is the tape?

Inside the camcorder.

CURTIS: Where's Naomi?

RONNIE: We grew up together,

me, you, Mo, Pike.

This is how y'all cross me?

I gave you a job, I put
food on your table.

What? You made us do bitch-work.

- I could've left you all behind.
- You did.

As soon as you get busted,

you boot the guys
with rap sheets.

Want to show everyone
that your arrest was

just a speed bump for
your upstanding company.

You can't afford bad press,
I can't afford to eat.

So you make me give
you every cent,

every cent I get by
the end of the month,

or you turn in the tape, huh?

Did you even consider

how I would respond
to that threat, C?

Something's going down.

We got to get out
of here right now.

Come on.

Signal still up, Jules?

GPS puts you within eight
miles of Ashton and Inwood.

Depressed area, lots
of abandoned houses.

Okay, getting closer.

- (tires screech)
- Whoa!

- (shrieks)
- That's Naomi!

Don't touch me!

No, it's okay. I'm a Marshal.

Did they hurt you?

There was some white
guy who let me go.

All right, you stay with her.
Yeah, yeah.

We had a deal.

Yeah, we did.

You get the tape,
I get my niece.

All right, Jules, I'm on

the 2600 block of Bayfair.
You any closer?

Almost there.

Okay, signal's strong, on
your, on your right, 2660.

All right, I'm here, Jules.

There, across the street.

(gunshot)

(cocks gun)

He gets a gun 'cause
of that suit?

Why are you even still
wearing that, you mannequin?

You want to go in there?

You see something,
say something.

Hey, Ray, look.

It's a videotape.

Lloyd was right. Blackmail.

Ronnie's long gone.

Jules, put an alarm
out on Marcum.

He's on foot in the vicinity of
the house, heading in, uh...

Damn it!

In any direction, Jules.

Rosedale, Queens

Ken must have over a hundred
pictures of his kids.

He gave his life for
someone he didn't know.

Nothing from the girl.

She didn't see Ronnie,
hear him, smell him.

We don't even know
what he was wearing.

Might as well have been
kidnapped by a ghost.

Oh, my.

He was a ghost.

On purpose.

It wasn't just Naomi who didn't
seen Ronnie. Nobody saw him.

Think about it!

He escapes wearing an outfit
that covers his entire body,

he hides his face
from the cameras,

he leaves no
fingerprints behind.

The only people that can I.D.
him are either dead

or had a pillowcase
over their face.

He goes so far

as kidnapping Ken

so that nobody would see
him driving or plucking up

teenagers from the sidewalk.
Why?

'Cause he's gonna break back in.

To prison?

To the boardinghouse where the Facts
of Life girls live. Yes, to prison.

To prison, you guys.

He has a history of hiding out

in fear of abuse, abuse
that he instigates.

Because he wants an alibi.

Yeah. So he breaks out,
he destroys the tape

that can destroy him, he
breaks back in unseen,

claims he was hiding
out the whole time.

Guarantee he's back in
before final count.

You go missing for over a day,

it's gonna be hard to convince any
jury that they couldn't find you

for that long.

But a few hours? Anyone
can hide out that long.

Right. So then that sneaky
little bastard spends

his last four months in
the hole as punishment,

but he is back out before
his next book tour.

And because we couldn't
prove he left the prison,

he literally gets
away with murder.

SHEA: Wrong.

Multiple murders.

Not necessarily.

I might have something.

(indistinct chatter,
dogs barking)

SWICKLE: Sewer lines are all
covered, but no sign of him.

ZANCANELLI: The blueprint says
there's a steam tunnel that runs

underneath the laundry.

That tunnel's been sealed
over a decade ago.

I want four men on it.

It's a foot of concrete
all the way around.

Four men now. Don't make me

formally commandeer your prison.

Your "Breaking Back In"
theory better be as good

as your blackmail theory, or
you're gonna make me look stupid.

Okay, I'm officially
biting my tongue.

Ronnie ordered himself a
painter's suit to break out...

- ERICA: Yeah?
- So what's to say.

He didn't order himself
something to break back in?

Holy Schnikes.

Ronnie just mailed himself
back into prison.

All right, let's go! Let's go!

Before you say anything, Warden,

I know, I know you're
upset for me hiding,

but, you know, Arturo
attacked me again.

Deputy Ray Zancanelli.

We know all about the
bodies you dropped:

Mo, Pike, Curtis, Ken.

My friends all gone?

Please.

We have evidence
pinning you to every

single one of them.

I don't know what to tell you, Officer.
That's impossible.

I was hiding in the
crawl space above

the closet all day.

You can check if you want; My
fingerprints are everywhere.

When you're 17, you
got to be careful

running your mouth
at a house party.

RONNIE: Man, Benny's
a poodle, Curtis.

Chris Lodi used to
punk him on the daily.

When Chris stepped to me, I
wasn't having it. That's why

they fished Lodi out the
river, 'cause I smoked him.

Three to the chest,
point-blank to the dome.

Blew his roof off.

The motivational speaker's
finally at a loss for words.

We ran the name Chris Lodi.

Cold case of a 17-year-old kid
shot three times in the chest,

once in the head, back in '97.

Case ain't cold no more, Ronnie.

This can't, this
can't be happening.

What happened?

Ken let Naomi go,
you chased after.

When you couldn't find her,

you went back to the
house to finish off

your friend Ken.

Thing is,

he's got the last laugh because
when you went after the girl,

he made a copy of the tape.

These mini cameras are amazing.

Ronnie Marcum,
you're under arrest

for the 1997 murder
of Chris Lodi.

(handcuffs rasping)

Make sure you cover
up that shame sphere

while you're in those
supermax showers, Ronnie.

Oh, there's the con I know

and have no real
emotional attachment to.

Back in action?

You know, for what's it worth,

the suit doesn't make the man.

If you'd applied yourself

to anything other than
your chosen profession,

you would be ten times
more successful

than Ronnie Marcum, okay?

And as much as it
sickens me to say...

you're very smart, Shea.

I just got off the phone
with HQ; Not good news.

Even though we pinched
Ronnie on the murder,

we technically didn't
get him for a breakout.

- No, don't say it.
- If you can't prove.

There was a breakout, you can't
prove there was a runner.

So we can't get our month off?

Shenanigans. I call Shenanigans.

That's not fair. We busted
our ass on this case.

Man, I shaved. I threw on,
I threw that suit on.

The decision wasn't my call.

But this one is.

Get back in your civvies
and get out of here.

Be back here at 6:00 a.m.
I'll be back

in Maybelle for the
morning count.

No, my daughter's with
her father's mother.

SHEA: Yeah, my
girl's up in Ohio.

I mean, if I'm gonna
have 13 hours off,

I'm spending 12-and-a-half
of that hitting it.

Unbelievable. You get
a free pass and you

still bitch and moan?
Deal's off.

- Okay, I mean, okay.
- Hey, hey...

And God have mercy on your
miserable convict souls if one

of you sniffs the thought
of making a go for it.

You could hide out
in a kangaroo pouch

in Australia, I will find you.
You could be in an igloo...

Look, okay, we get it.
You're gonna track us down,

hit us with a bat,
drag us back to jail.

Damn right. Get out of here.
See ya.

I don't know if
you noticed, Ray,

but I really didn't say much.

You know, some people
would be rewarded

- for such willpower.
- How much?

$300 for bus fare to A.C.

plus a little taste to get me
rolling at the craps table.

Your investment plus
ten-percent vig

will be repaid in the morrow.

60 bucks.

That's not... Okay.

So, um, I am not going
to Atlantic City,

but we are going to celebrate...
hmm?

- Okay.
- I'll go change.

(funky rock playing)

♪ You were the girl
that changed my world ♪

♪ You dropped that
bomb on me, baby ♪

MAN: Sit down!

- ♪ You dropped that bomb on my... ♪
- Sit down!

(music stops, mic feedback)

LLOYD: What the fudge happened?

MAN (over P.A.) Yeah, you're done, buddy.
Jeffrey's up next.

My pipes blew the fuses. Yes!

(laughs)

You're next.

I've not made that
much progress.

Okay.

Let's baby-step it.

How about you get us

two more of those, and
I'll be right back?

Consider it done.

I listened to you.

I did everything you said,

and it worked.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you so much.

Thank you for caring so much.

Thank you!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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

(barks)