Original subtitles

-Ahh! Vicky White! -Morning, Arnie.

Now, what's the Director of Corrections

doing here on her day off?

Oh. Assistant Director.

And you know I can't stay away from you.

[chuckles] Well, I wish my wife felt like that.

[chuckles] Well, that's something

you need to take up with her.

I'm just here to pick up inmate number 3259.

All right, let me see.

-Uh, Casey White? -That'd be the one.

He's got a meeting at the courthouse today.

Don't you want another escort?

Y-you know, we usually need two.

[sighs] I know.

I-it's just, we're so short-staffed.

I'm bending the rules a bit.

I-if I didn't do it, then no one would ever get escorted.

Yes, ma'am. Well, he's in the holding pen for you.

Okay, great. Buzz me in.

Hey, be careful with that one.

[Vicky] I always am.

He's a big 'un.

[Vicky] Are you enjoying your ride, Mr. White?

That depends. Is this as far as we're going?

For now.

You know, if you were to hit that gas and keep on driving...

[chuckles]

We would be pulled over within an hour.

And then we'd both be in jail, not just you.

This was just a test run...

to see if I can sign you out.

But I still need to get money, supplies.

I'm runnin' out of time, sheriff.

[tense music]

[man 1] Vicky!

Vicky!

Vicky, where the heck are you?

[Vicky] I'm in the tanner.

Vicky, I need some help here.

[Vicky] Give me a minute!

I need five minutes!

Would you get out of that toaster oven

and come and give me a hand?

[Vicky sighing]

Oh, for crying out loud.

[sighs] Hold on!

[Vicky grunting]

Don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm comin'.

Oh! Lord, Tommy, what happened?

-I dropped my favorite pen. -Oh.

[grunts] Are you okay?

-Ah... -Come on, let me help you up.

-Here. -Ugh.

-You got it. -Ugh.

-You okay? -Oh, yeah.

Uh...

Damn. I didn't even shake this much back when I drank.

You're just shooken up.

You're gonna be fine.

As for you, how come you're always

lying in that tanning bed?

You spend more time in that cooker

than a Thanksgiving turkey.

Maybe.

But don't I look delicious?

[Vicky chuckles] You don't think so?

[Vicky giggles]

All right. I cut up some carrots for you

and I put your lunch in the microwave, okay?

[phone buzzes]

You're getting a call this early from work?

It's one of my dating apps.

Oh, no.

-[Vicky] Nah. -Nah.

Nah.

[sighs] Oh.

You know, the only reason these apps are better

for meeting guys than in a bar

is that the app don't smell like a beer.

I could use a beer.

[chuckles] No, you don't. Oh, God. Ugh!

I'm so bored with all of the men in this county...

and two counties over.

I just wish I could find someone who was interesting.

Interesting?

Yeah.

[chuckles] Interesting.

[instrumental music]

I shouldn't be so picky though,

my ex-husband living in my house...

-And dying of Parkinson's. -[Vicky] Oh, come on.

You won't have to worry about waiting on me soon enough.

You're going to be fine.

I love you...

even though you are my ex-husband.

All right, don't forget the hot pocket, okay?

And try not to fall down, mess this place up.

[Vicky] Oh, thank you again, Your Honor, for understanding.

The escort did not set out to get the prisoner

to the hearing two hours late.

It was just a good old-fashioned flat tire.

Well, next time we'll just have 'em all get out

and have 'em hitchhike.

[laughs]

Sounds good to me. All right.

Well, you have a good day now too. All right, bye.

[phone buzzes]

[scoffs]

Nope.

Oh, Good Lord.

[sighs]

[computer chimes]

[gate beeping]

[pensive music]

[van door opens]

Oh, hey.

[door buzzes]

[door opens]

[door squeaks]

Morning, Vicky. Hey, thanks again

for being so understanding and moving my shift last Tuesday.

Oh. Don't be silly.

You have a family to take care of, it's the least I could do.

[Arnie] I appreciate it.

[sighing] We've only got one here today,

visiting from, uh, Donaldson Penitentiary.

Hmm.

Casey Cole White?

-White? -Hmm.

A relative of yours?

-I hope not. Hmm-mm. -Ah-heh.

Oh! This is the one the sheriff said

that the paperwork's gotta be spick and span on,

because state's paying for him.

Ah. Well, what's his story?

His medical report says that he's gotta take his

nice, nice pills, everyday...

Huh.

Or else he turns not so nice-nice.

Well, what's he like off his meds?

Well, looks like he is in town

on arraignment for attempted murder.

On top of, let's see...

about nine other crimes,

including... Oh!

Trying to kill his ex-girlfriend in Georgia.

[Arnie] Jesus!

-And he seems so nice. -[Vicky] Hm.

I'm gonna go get him signed in, processed.

All right. Don't be scared.

[door buzzes]

[door clanks]

[chuckles]

Casey Cole White?

[grunts] Yeah.

[soft tense music]

Uh, ma'am, permission to speak.

What do you need?

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Oh. What's that?

You're thinking about what you need.

And what do I need, smart guy?

Me.

[laughs]

Get him out of here.

[laughing]

Hey, you know what I'm thinking?

-I think she likes me. -Come on.

How about you, officer? Tell me something. You like me?

[indistinct chattering]

[door opens]

[chattering continues]

Top bunk.

How am I supposed to fit all of me on that itty-bitty shelf?

You got more to be worried about than your bunk, inmate.

Thanks for the consideration.

Lights out at 8:00.

What?

Thank you again, officer.

Home sweet home.

[Melissa] Cell A-1, opening up.

-Stand back from the door. -Yes, ma'am.

[door buzzes]

[door opens]

What's this, a child's plate?

It's what everyone gets.

[Casey] Hey, man, I'm not complaining.

But would it be possible to get some extra rations?

I'm afraid I'm going to starve to death in here.

What's taking so long?

I'm not asking for any favors, ma'am...

but I would like to get some extra portion.

As possibly, as you can see, I'm not exactly a petite.

This isn't McDonald's. It's the Lauderdale County lockup.

You don't get to supersize it.

You're right. I'm sorry, ma'am, I...

It's just that I'm hungry

and I don't have any credits at the commissary yet.

[sighs] You got any spares?

I don't think so, because--

No extras that you sell your friends for--

Well, sometimes I put some extras on the cart

just in case of an accident.

Then let the prisoner have one,this time only.

Thank you, ma'am, it's nice to be treated as a human being.

Is there a problem in here?

No, lieutenant. The prisoner was--

Well, if it ain't the blond and beautiful Taylor Swift.

[Melissa] Quiet!

[scoffs] Why does this prisoner have two trays of food?

Oh, well, ma'am, here's the deal--

I wasn't speaking to you.

[Melissa] It's just a mistake.

Kiley got confused and gave him an extra.

Hmm.

Inmates aren't allowed extra rations.

Ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any...

Taylor Swift, see you in Nashville.

[suspenseful music]

[Casey grunts]

[instrumental music]

Hey, good morning, there. How're you doing today?

Good. Did you get your breakfast in?

Yes, ma'am. Yeah, I-I went down and grabbed my own,

and got me a good breakfast this mornin'.

The usual. Scrambled eggs, grits, toast...

Right, all the fine stuff. It was real good.

I need you too down there sometime.

-[Vicky] I know! -Like to, like you to try it.

-Sounds good. -It's a good move.

No, I appreciate you catchin' that.

I'll have the correct invoice emailed on over to you.

[knock on door]

Just a moment! Hey, Reggie, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Oh, well, bless you, too.

[music continues]

[knock on door]

Come in.

[door opens]

Inmate Casey White, as requested.

Oh, thank you, officer. You can wait outside.

Please keep the door open though.

Morning, ma'am. Thanks for seeing me.

Let me see, you've been here three weeks now?

You mind if I have a seat?

I... You won't be here long enough.

So, according to my report,

you're requesting to be transferred to another cell

closer to the yard?

Yes, ma'am. It's not just that, the cells are bigger there.

But I got such a short time in the yard every day,

that by the time they walk me down there in these bracelets,

my slot is up.

Mr. White...

you're in maximum security detention,

because you're waiting arraignment on a violent crime.

You can't be transferred to another block.

Ms. White... Mrs. White?

[Casey] Ms. White?

-[Casey] Ms. White-- -Get to the point.

I'm just trying to be a gentleman.

Oh, well, I appreciate that.

I appreciate you being a gentleman.

[chuckles]

However, your rap sheet...

it's got another opinion.

Oh, hell, jury's get things wrong all the time.

O.J. Simpson, for instance.

[chuckles]

You know, I know that White is a common name and all, but...

I can't help but feel we're connected.

You-you're right.

White is a common name.

However, I-I still can't approve the transfer.

All right. Well, thanks for listening.

I appreciate your time...

But...

I'm wasting away on the chow here.

Could I please have one of them Tastykakes

that you got stashed in your drawer?

My mama used to call me the Cookie Monster.

She said, she said...

she could never hide a cookie from me

'cause I'd find it in no-time flat.

[both laugh]

And all the pills these docs been feeding me...

they leave an awful nasty taste in my mouth.

If I give it to you...

it's contraband.

And... that'd be breaking prison rules.

Yes, it would.

Is that all?

Yes, ma'am. Just your..

[clears throat]

Your tan, it... reminds me of sunshine.

You're beautiful, that's all.

[chuckles]

[Casey whistling]

[soft instrumental music]

Cell inspection.

Welcome to my humble abo--

Get down and step outside the cell.

I didn't know I got maid service too.

Quiet!

Hey, what's going on here?

This prisoner has contraband, including these pillows

and... this.

Good work.

Confiscate all that.

Uh, but if I'm recalling right,

uh, the prisoner has medical authorization for the pillows.

I got a, a bad back, I need it for the extra...

Hey, get back in the cell.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

I'll be having sweet dreams tonight.

[suspenseful music]

[thuds]

-Tommy? -[Tommy groans]

-Oh, Tommy. -[Tommy] Ah.

Tommy, you okay?

[Tommy groaning]

Are you in there?

I'm coming in.

[Tommy groaning]

Are you hurt?

I-I thought I told you to leave me alone

when I'm in the bathroom.

Oh. And I thought I told you to use your cane

and wear your medical alert.

-Let me help you. Here. -Okay.

One, two, three.

-Ugh. I'm all right. -You good?

Okay. One foot in front of the other, come on.

Come on!

[Tommy panting]

-You okay? Okay. -Yeah, I'm okay.

All right, I got this.

No, you don't. I'm going to walk beside you,

just in case you get dizzy.

-Ugh. -All right, almost there.

-Ugh. -All right, come on.

-Huh! -Oh, gosh.

-Huh. -Oh.

I could've done that myself.

Well, then you wouldn't have had anybody to snap at.

I haven't seen you lot lately.

Have you got a new boyfriend?

You know I just work all the time.

I'm gonna get you some water, okay?

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

Quack.

Quack?

Quack, quack.

What are you talking about?

You're ducking everybody here.

The guards, the trustees...

and especially that Vicky White woman.

-Ducking? -Ducking them.

Or, downing the duck. You're good, too.

I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a nice guy.

I figured you know a lot about what goes on--

I do know a lot of things.

And I know ducking when I see it.

You do someone a small favor,

or you get someone to doyou a small favor.

Then you turn that duck into a golden goose.

Maybe... fly away.

[Kiley laughs]

Fly away.

Quack.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[buzzer buzzes]

Now, you didn't miss anything now, did you, buddy?

Let's go.

You've been transferred to cellblock C,

over in the new wing, next to the yard.

What?

-Corner suite with a view. -Don't push it.

You're a pretty lucky bastard.

Someone's looking out for you.

Must be my guardian angel.

[mellow music]

-Hey, Noonie, you home? -[Noonie] Vicky?

[Noonie gasps]

What brings you here? Oh...

I don't need an excuse to see my little Noonie.

Aren't you supposed to be at work,

watching the prisoners break rocks?

[chuckles] They don't break rocks anymore, Noonie.

Now they just lift weights.

Oh, I'd watch that too.

I bet you would.

I just went by the grocery store for you.

I got you some apples,

some oranges, some oatmeal.

You don't have to shop for me.

They take care of me here.

Two packages of Little Debbie's,

um, some of those raspberry snowballs you love so much.

Whoa, why didn't you say so?

[both laughing]

-Oreo cookies for you. -Oh! Oh!

Okay, Vicky.

Tell your Noonie, what's going on here?

[laughs]

What do you mean? Nothing's going on.

I don't know. Something looks different about you.

And it ain't that new hairdo.

You got yourself a fella?

[both chuckle]

Where am I gonna meet a new fella?

-I got to go. -Why?

Why? The prisoners aren't going anywhere.

You know, you're the one that's acting like a prisoner.

You-you, you going to be sitting around

all day long like me soon enough.

Well, if I look as adorable

in my little rose jumper as you do,

then I won't mind.

Oh, thanks.

-It was on sale at Bealls. -Of course, it was.

[Noonie laughing]

You know, Noonie, nobody understands me like you do.

Yeah. Well, you know...

you're not blood, but you're my girl.

[Noonie chuckles]

Well, I love you.

Right back at you.

Oh!

-Who loves you? -[gasps]

-[chuckles] You do. -[Vicky] Hmm-mm.

[laughs]

I'll see ya.

Thanks for comin'.

[instrumental music]

-Did you sign him back in? -I sure did.

Nothing like a change of scenery to switch things up.

I got this Sergeant Bill.

You know I want this.

Appreciate that.

It's just...

If we do this...

this... thing...

for real.

Not just a...

I gotta make sure that everything goes right.

I'm giving up everything.

I know.

What do you want to do now?

Hm?

I don't know.

Maybe...

Maybe we do one more test run?

Ju-just...

-Just-just to see-- -Oh, baby.

I just, um, I wanna be together. Everything together.

Baby, we've talked about this.

We are not going to have another chance to do this.

And once they ship me back to Donaldson, that's it.

It's over.

I know.

I realize.

You sign me out. It works.

-Okay? -Okay.

Okay? The next time that you and me do this,

we're not coming back.

You see, you and me,

we are not coming back.

I got Georgia on my mind.

Georgia?

Why's Georgia on your mind?

It's for your speech.

Next time, yeah?

Vicky.

Vicky, next time.

[indistinct chattering]

[tense music]

[music continues]

-Morning, Arnie. -Ah! Morning, Vicky.

[both chuckling]

It's a beautiful day!

You buzz me in?

[buzzer buzzes]

Oh, gosh.

How come you always do the coffee run?

Keeps me humble.

I've got your extra large hazelnut macchiato.

Bless you! Oh-oh!

-You missed the action earlier. -Why? What happened?

Oh, they took that giant out of here, Casey White.

-Oh! No, it's okay, Vicky. -I'm sorry.

-Uh, I'm so clumsy. -I'll just put it on your tab.

Heh. Hey, listen, I'll get somebody to help you with that.

No, no, no, I got it.

Wh-where did they take him?

Uh, back to Donaldson. He wasn't happy about it.

They arraigned him and then they kicked his butt up out of here.

There you go.

Well, how-how-how come I didn't know?

I-I thought that his arraignment wasn't for another week.

Uh, because the judge had to go on vacation.

The big thug was ticked off.

He kept yelling, telling them how they was

violating his rights.

[laughs]

Imagine that. As big as he is, hootin' and hollering.

[mellow music]

Now, what in the world are you doing hanging out here?

Uh... uh, just daydreaming.

I don't know. Lost track of time.

Ah, right.

I should probably get going.

You doing anything fun tonight?

Ah, well, you know, watch a little football.

Then, back to the jail tomorrow.

Yep. Back to the jail, few more years.

How much time you got until retirement?

Oh, depends on what day you ask me.

Uh...

[Vicky] I don't know.

Retirement used to sound so nice.

Hell! It still seems nice to me.

Mmm.

Mm, I don't know.

[chuckling]

I used to think about going to Florida.

-Now I just feel like... -Like what?

Like... I'd just be moving

some place to wait to die.

Hey, what's all this talk about dying?

Retirement ain't dying.

I know.

I'm just having a bad day.

[Arnie] All right.

I'll be fine tomorrow though.

All right, Vicky.

You drive safe, Ms. Vicky White.

I will, Mr. Arnie Sanders.

[both chuckling]

[instrumental music]

[man on phone]Hello. This is a prepaid call from...

[Casey]Casey White.

[man on phone]An inmate at Donaldson Penitentiary.

To accept charges, press one.

[Casey]Oh, man!

We should roll our mouth right now. Mmm.

[Vicky]I've been dreaming about you.

[Casey]Talking to you is the highlight of my day.

Hey, thanks for leveling my account.

[Vicky]I wanna touch you.

[Casey]Hello, my little Tastykake.

[Vicky]You're such a bad boy, Mr. White.

[Casey]Hello, Taylor Swift.

[Vicky]What about if I was lying next to you

in your bunk right now?

[Casey]Oh, I could almost taste you.

[Vicky]I have to see you.

[Casey]Oh, girl, I miss you. [Vicky]I wanna see you.

[Casey]You sure are a sexy woman.

[Vicky]I wanna see you.

[echoing]

[instrumental music]

[beeping]

-Hi, Arnie! -Ah, Vicky!

Come on, buzz me in.

[buzzer buzzing]

Hey, welcome back to work.

-Aww. -[Arnie] Oh.

But don't you look nice.

Oh, you, thank you.

-It's good to see you. -Oh, it's good to see you too.

Hey, listen. I'm so sorry to hear about Tommy.

Now, I know he had his problems, but he was a good man.

Aw. He was a good man when he wasn't drinking.

I had to put him out just to keep the peace.

Yeah, but you took him back in, like an angel of mercy.

Yeah, well, I'm just glad his suffering's over.

-Yeah. -We got any new check-ins today?

[Arnie] Well, it's funny you should ask.

We got a return visit from a Casey Cole White.

-Who was he again? -[Arnie] Ah, you know?

-[Arnie] The jolly orange giant. -Mm.

The big guy from Donaldson Penitentiary.

Vaguely. Well, w-why is he back?

Arraignment. He confessed.

To what?

Murder.

-Oh. -[Arnie] Mm-hm.

-Murder? -[Arnie] Yeah.

Wow.

[dramatic music]

You can leave him here. Thank you.

Prisoner, have a seat.

[sighing]

Hello, you.

[chuckles]

I cannot believe that I am sitting here

sweet-talking to you in person.

I can't tell you how many times I was trying to hide my phone

from those guards so that we could...

do what we do.

Oh, God.

[both chuckling]

Oh, it wasn't easy for me either.

A bunch of times...

I was right here, in my office.

At least, you had a door to close.

I had to play under a blanket the whole time.

[both laughing]

You know it.

Oh, I never thought I was gonna see you again.

I know.

Casey.

I know, I told you to confess to a crime.

Uh, but murder?

Okay.

Putting those things out...

just out of reach like that is

cruel and unusual punishment.

Casey...

I need you to answer me.

Why'd you confess to murder?

Because it was the only way for them to take me out of

state prison and bring me back to Lauderdale

for the arraignment.

I had to convince them somehow.

It just seemed like the best way to convince 'em.

Did you do it?

I thought I told you, I only said it to get back to you.

Well, I guess it worked.

I did what I had to.

Did you?

Almost. Hmm.

I just... I need to talk to my new boss first.

New boss? Is that going to be a problem?

No.

I just need to finesse a little.

Are you hungry?

-Keep a little Tastykake. -Yeah.

I knew. Yes, please.

Oh!

Open up.

Mmm.

[Vicky giggling]

Oh, my God! Mmm.

-You like that? -Mmm, I love it.

[both chuckling]

-Mmm. Mm-hm. Mm. -Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

[Vicky laughing]

-Mmm. -Give me the rest of that.

[laughing] Oh!

Mmm.

-Mmm. -Shh!

[indistinct chatter]

I better get you back to your cell.

Mmm.

[pensive music]

[knocking on door]

[Pemberton] Hey! Officer White. Pleasure to meet you.

Oh. It is a pleasure to meet you too, sheriff.

And please, just call me Vicky.

Ahh. And I'm the interim sheriff.

So please, call me Bob.

[both chuckling]

Okay. Thank you, Bob.

I-I heard a rumor that Fred...

Sheriff Nolan had taken on took another job,

but I didn't realize he was gonna be leaving so fast.

[Pemberton] Yeah, well, apparently, his bosses

in Tennessee gave him a new moving date,

so he cleared out his office and moved on.

Shoot, didn't even have time for a party.

[chuckling] Well... Well, that's a shame.

-He was a good boss. -[Pemberton]Yes, he was.

And he said you did a super job

and that he couldn't have done it without you.

Oh, um, thank you.

Now, you know, although I'm the interim sheriff,

I do take my job seriously.

And I've been going through protocols.

And there's a lot of things

that need to tighten up around here, you know?

And so, since you were Sheriff Nolan's right hand woman,

and I really, really could use your help on this.

Um... Oh, yeah, um...

I-I-I'll, I'll do anything I can to help.

[Pemberton] Thank you.

But I feel a "but" coming.

Um, uh, well...

Yes, sheriff, um, the "but" is...

I'm retiring.

Oh, okay.

Well, I hate to hear that. Uh, I didn't see a notice.

Oh, I haven't, I haven't filed my paperwork yet, but, um,

I was thinking about tomorrow.

Is there anything, anything I can do to convince you to stay?

I mean, 'cause, whoo, man,

I really could use the continuity.

Nah, uh, no. I'm so sorry, sheriff.

I know this is horrible timing, but I-I just,

I-I've been playing this for a while now.

Okay. Well, when's your last day?

Yeah, well, I've accrued a lot of vacation,

so I was thinking, by the end of the week.

Wow.

Wow!

[chuckles]

I start afresh, so you might as well

rip off the Band-Aid now, huh?

[both chuckle]

Do you have your retirement destination picked out?

Let's just say, I'll know when I get there.

Okay.

Well, I hate to see you go, lieutenant.

-But I wish you good luck. -Oh. Thank you.

I'll need all the luck I can get.

[Pemberton] All right.

-Hey, good afternoon there, Vic. -[Vicky] Todd.

Your hair's looking just a deck. What's going on with that?

[Vicky chuckles]

Well, you know, not doing anything different.

Looking good, I don't know how you

hair style there, but you better keep it.

My hairstyle's unique.

What the hell are you looking at?

[Kiley quacking]

[pensive music]

And your check for $95,500, Ms. White.

But that's a check.

That's right, it's a cashier's check for $95,500.

That's not cash.

Y-y-your company is not called "We Buy Houses For A Check."

It's called, "We Buy Houses for Cash."

But it's a cashier's check, which is good as cash.

Nothing is as good as cash but cash.

But, I-I just sold you a house

worth over $200,000 for...

Ninety-five-thousand dollars,

which is a lot of money, Ms. White.

And I want it in cash.

I'll see what I can do.

[dramatic music]

Uh, ma'am, I was wondering if maybe...

What do you want, Kiley?

I know, I know. I was wondering if there was a chance

that maybe I could've talked to the new boss man.

And why would the new sheriff want to talk to you?

Now that's between him and me.

Why don't you tell me?

Why don't you take me to see the new sheriff and you'll see?

Uh-uh.

-You might regret that. -Uh-hm.

[laughing]

Quack, quack, quack.

[quacking]

Oh. Hi, Melissa.

Oh, thank God you picked up.

Uh...

Stupid me. I-I left my keys in the car.

I'm locked out. Could you pick me up?

Oh!

Oh, Melissa!

Thank you so much for picking me up.

I can't believe I locked my keys in the car.

-Ugh. -I was glad to help, Vicky.

Oh, you are a lifesaver.

I never have time to do anything before work.

Well, I tried. But I just feel like I'm all over the place.

Like I'm going senile. Thank God, I'm retiring.

That's right. You're retiring.

Where'd you say you're moving?

Uh, nowhere, if I can't get my keys out of the car.

Oh, what a morning!

[keys clacking]

[buzzer buzzing]

-[Arnie] Hey, Vicky. -Hi.

-Prisoner ready? -[Arnie] Uh, Casey White.

For a mental health evaluation.

Yep. That'd be the one.

It's just you again?

Still short-staffed.

You know I can handle it.

Let me just check the roster, see if we got...

No, Arnie! I-I-I just...

I-I'm already running late. I just...

Uh, It's been a real stressful day.

Yeah, I-I-I was just trying to help.

Just... let the prisoner out.

Yeah, Vicky.

[buzzer buzzing]

[buzzer buzzing]

[door opens]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[car door opens]

Hey.

You got this.

[car engine starts]

[music continues]

Why are we going so slow?

The last thing we need to do is draw attention to ourselves.

I gotta get these cuffs off.

-Here. -Thank you.

[Casey exhaling]

[Arnie]Lieutenant White, this is Deputy Sanders.

-[Arnie]Do you copy? -What the hell does he want?

Quiet.

Hi, uh-uh... Hey, Arnie, it's Vicky.

Uh, what's going on? Over.

[Arnie]Hey, Vicky. I just wanted to apologize

and make sure you aren't still mad at me, over.

I couldn't stay mad at you, Arnie.

Not even if I tried.

[Arnie]Thank you, Vicky.

You're a good woman. Over.

You're a good man, Arnie.

I'll see you soon. Over.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

All right. Lie down and put that blanket over you.

[grunting] I do not fit down here.

[chuckling] Then scrunch up.

[Casey] Oh, jeez.

[Vicky giggling]

What are we waiting for?

Oh... Nothing.

-Are you settled? -Yeah.

[Casey] I ain't exactly comfortable.

Comfortable's coming.

[Vicky giggles]

[engine revving]

Oh, man.

You know, that engine don't sound so good.

Get back down! Somebody's gonna see you.

[grunting]

I wanna change. These jailhouse duds

attract too much attention.

Well... well, changing in the back seat

of a car attracts attention too.

Come on. Be careful.

-Wha... -Somebody's gonna see you.

Which way are we headed?

-Put your pants back on! -Are we going north?

Yes, we are. To Canada.

Be careful.

Someone might see you.

[Casey] I thought we were going to Florida, then Costa Rica.

Well, everybody's expecting us to go south to Florida.

Okay, all right, all right.

So then, we take a detour through Georgia.

No one will be looking for us from that direction.

Georgia? Are you crazy?

No. W-we're going north.

And once we get there, w-we'll buy some tickets

in Toronto to Costa Rica.

No, but I-I still think we should go through Georgia.

We're not going to Georgia, okay?

I'm driving. And I'm in charge.

How are we gonna get on a plane?

Well, I picked us up some burner cellphones,

and I made us some fake IDs.

Hello, Mr. Robert Johnson.

[Vicky chuckling]

[Vicky sighing]

I'm gonna use my ex-husband's credit card to buy the tickets.

I thought he was dead.

Oh, he is. That's why he won't be complaining.

I still think going north to south is the hard way to do it.

I-I thought you were a hunter.

Well, haven't you ever heard of backtracking?

Yeah, but I'm used to doing the hunting.

[scoffs] We gotta be smart.

Everyone's looking for us.

Pull up your pants.

I want you to save that for later.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[Pemberton] Hey, Arnie.

Where's Vicky? Did you forget to tell her?

Well, she signed out a prisoner during my shift

for a mental health eval.

And said she'd be back in about two hours.

-Well, when was that? -1:15 P.M.

It was five hours ago.

Sheriff, I got a prisoner that says he needs to talk to you.

I've got something going on important here.

I think it's about that, sir.

This is the prisoner, inmate Brian Kiley.

I'm Sheriff Pemberton.

-Is this about Vicky White? -Just that.

Casey and Vicky White have been real friendly lately.

Friendly?

We interrupt our programming to bring you news

of a daring jailbreak, right here in Lauderdale County.

Vicky White is a 17-year veteran

of the Lauderdale County Corrections Department

and currently serves

as Assistant Director of Corrections.

Officials believe she may have been kidnapped by Casey White

and is considered to be in extreme danger.

Have fun while it lasts, Vicky.

[chuckling]

Right now, we're more concerned about capturing Casey

Cole White and bringing Officer Vicky White back safely.

I can't say more than that.

[clamoring]

Good night.

[door opens]

Excuse me, sheriff. I found him.

Here's someone who needs to speak with--

I already gave my statement to the press.

Hello, sheriff.

[chuckling] Oh, I know I'm pretty enough to be a TV star,

but this is the only star I've got.

-US Marshal Toni Armstrong. -Armstrong.

-I've been waiting on you. -Oh.

-Let's get to work. -All right.

I got about a dozen men out on the street

right now, asking questions.

But do you really think that he kidnapped her?

No. She lied about that mental evaluation.

That goes against everything

that we thought we knew about her.

Okay.

Do you suppose that he was blackmailing her?

I mean, maybe he threatened to hurt someone she loved?

It's possible, but...

Even if, I mean, even if Casey White

didn't force Vicky to go with him...

right now she's on the run with a convicted criminal

who has absolutely no chance of ever being released.

Well, I heard, you know,

when he's in a structured environment,

like jail, and when he's had his meds,

he's actually a nice guy.

Okay. But when he's not?

Well, that... that's when little problem starts

and he gets into trouble.

Check this out. Casey was arrested

on a domestic violence charge

against his mother back in 2006.

His first assault conviction was in 2010,

when he went after his brother with an ax handle,

and got six years for it.

2015, he broke into a house.

He was trying to kill his ex-girlfriend.

She wasn't there, but he held her two roommates

at gunpoint to make sure that they weren't lying.

Arrested twice for grand theft auto.

And then when they had him surrounded,

he held the guns to his own head

and threatened to kill himself

until the sheriff talked him down.

In addition, there's a restraining order

by his ex-girlfriend.

Apparently, Casey blames her for his problems,

and swore that if he got out, he'd kill her.

And where is she now?

I think she just left the state for Georgia,

trying to put some distance between them.

Okay. I'll look into having someone look after her.

Okay.

Do you think that he would go through all of that trouble

just to get to his ex-girlfriend?

No, it doesn't matter what he's after.

What matters is that when the law closes in on them,

he's gonna do everything he can to get away.

And then he's going to throw anything he can at them.

-Like Vicky? -Especially Vicky.

Where do you think they could be headed?

Only place I ever heard Vicky talk about was Florida.

Then she's not going there.

[Pemberton] Aren't you from there?

Miami.

[Pemberton] You got family down there?

Ah-ha. Just a ex-husband.

[chuckling]

I have an ex somewhere too.

Oh, somewhere?

Excuse me. I'm-I'm sorry.

Uh, sir, I-I just wanted a chance to speak with you

about Vicky White.

Sure.

There was just some things that I saw...

What is it you want to tell me about Vicky?

Well, uh... Well-well, first of all,

Vicky White is a great boss.

I mean, she's always been kind and very helpful to me.

It's just that I saw... Well, I think that it's that...

that she and Casey White might have...

-Had a special relationship? -Yes.

[Arnie] And when he was here the last time,

I, I think she might've been giving extra privileges to him.

And now...

I appreciate you telling me this.

Uh...

Am I going to get into trouble for this?

No, especially when we need all the help that we can get.

Yes, sir.

This is getting messy.

Oh, messy ain't the half of it.

[dramatic music]

Well, the reporters have finally left.

[chuckles] At least someone is getting some sleep.

Mm-hm. You going home?

Sort of. Going back to my hotel.

But I will be coordinating with my supervisors

and my colleagues in surrounding states just to see

if anyone has seen anything.

Well, you have a good night.

-Thank you, you too. -All right.

Hey, I meant to ask you, what's an interim sheriff?

What is that?

[laughing] You mean,

how I got to be the substitute teacher?

Yeah.

Well, when the sheriff quit, to find a better job,

the County Board got me

from the police force two towns over.

-Hm. -Yeah. Well, I had quit.

-Got into real estate. -Real estate?

Yeah, it was either that, or be a barber.

I mean, people always gonna need a haircut,

or find a place to stay.

You know, I never thought about that.

Well, anyway...

I guess the board figured, you know,

I won't screw things up.

-Hmm. Oh, boy. -Yeah.

It's amazing how that thing turned out.

It's gonna work out just fine.

-Thank you. -Yeah

-You have a good evening. -You too. Good night.

Man, this is some kind of out of the way.

Just relax. It's just, like, another mile or so.

The ad says that there's a couple vehicles to choose from.

I'm guessing by this location, they're not reporting

VIN numbers, or filing sales reports with the state.

Hey, why don't we just do this tomorrow?

Because I'm worried this hunk of junk

won't last till tomorrow.

Oh, hey. Hold up. There it is.

[Vicky] Stop here. [Casey] Mmm.

Okay.

I think you should do this transaction.

'Cause good old boys is still best for good old boys.

Fair enough.

Let me get you the cash.

[Casey] Oh, yeah.

-All right. Okay. -Yeah.

It's $10,000.

Think you can handle it?

That's a lot for a used pickup.

Well, then, bring me back the change.

And a beauty.

Get us something pretty.

[instrumental music]

[sighing]

[honking]

Hot dang! That's a good-looking ride.

And I don't mean the truck.

[Vicky chuckles]

All set, Taylor Swift. Let's go.

All righty. I'll follow you, okay?

[engine cranking]

Oh, come on. Come on.

Come on!

It won't start.

-Try it again. -Oh, dammit.

Dammit!

-What do I do? -Ditch it.

No. We can't.

I... If we ditch it here, somebody's gonna find it

in no time and call the cops.

Look, we already agreed, we-we gotta find a mall,

parking lot, or, or some sort of--

We don't have time to bitch about this.

We sure as hell don't have time

to jackass this heap around.

You figure out where we're going,

I'll move all our shit.

All right. All right.

There's a couple of places up the street we could try.

Sounds good to me.

[dramatic music]

[engine turns off]

Okay.

Oh.

Oh, no.

I thought you wanted to rent a room

and lay low for a couple of days.

-I do. -So what's the hold-up?

I'm just afraid the clerk will know who I am.

[Casey] No way they could know yet.

Say, she turns on the TV tomorrow morning

when she is making the continental breakfast

and she remembers my face.

-You want me to go in? -Honey...

I-I-I think that would be worse of an idea.

What are we supposed to do, sleep in the truck?

[sighs] No.

We need a personal assistant.

What?

Hi. Hi. Uh...

My God! I'm having the worst time over here at this hotel.

[instrumental music]

Does he look happy?

He's homeless.

[scoffs]

Here are your keys, ma'am. And your card back.

Thank you so much.

Oh, um...

Here is your payment.

Thank you, ma'am. Bless you.

Bless you.

Hey, don't spend it all in one place.

[chuckles]

Said too loud.

That was smooth.

That was real smooth, getting that bum to pay,

but he paid with your credit card.

Girl, the cops are gonna have your shit flagged.

[chuckles] You can't get a room with just cash.

This is reloadable debit card.

Used a fake name, put some cash on it.

But you know, even if I did use my real name,

still wouldn't flag.

'Cause cops wouldn't know to look for it.

You're pretty smart blonde under that brown wig.

Aww.

Thank you. Aren't you sweet?

[Vicky chuckles]

[engine starts]

[instrumental music]

♪ I am ♪

♪ I'm a pretty girl ♪

♪ I am ♪

♪ I'm a pretty girl get away ♪

♪ Get away ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Hey, Vicky, how much long you gonna be in the bathroom?

I'm just getting ready for you, Mr. White.

Okay... Mrs. White.

[knocking on door]

[dramatic music]

Yeah?

[man 3] Pizza for Johnson in room 13.

Two large with everything.

That'll be $34.75.

Okay.

Hey, man, I'm not dressed.

So, just, ah...

Tell you what. Put the pizza down on the ground,

I'll hand you the money through the door.

-Cool? -[man 3] Yeah, that's cool.

All right, later,amigo.

Come and get it.

I'm coming.

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

[chuckles]

Shit!

-Hi, Mr. White. -[Casey] Hi.

What do you think?

Oh...

you look great.

Ah...

Are you just gonna eat that pizza?

Um, uh...

I don't wanna it get cold.

Shit!

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Come here. -No.

Come on, come here.

Look...

-Come here. -No!

-Come here. Come here. -No! No.

Come here.

Listen.

I'm sorry.

All right? I'm just, um...

little rusty.

You know? All right? I'm sorry.

Do I even mean anything to you?

Or is this just, just to... just to get out of jail?

Hey, look at me, look at me.

You... are...

Look at me.

You are the angel...

that set me free.

[Vicky chuckles]

Oh!

Oh, God!

Oh, my stir pot!

[Vicky laughing]

Oh, gosh!

[Vicky moans]

[gasps]

Mr. White!

Oh, Mr. White!

[moans]

[intense music]

[music continues]

-[indistinct chattering] -[knocking on door]

Yeah.

Come in already.

[door opens]

Hi, Mrs. Boggs.

I'm US Marshal, Toni Armstrong.

You can't fix the air-conditioner?

Uh... no, ma'am. I'm a US Marshal with--

I heard you already.

I was still hoping you could fix the air conditioner.

[chuckles] I could take a look,

if you'll let me ask you some questions about Vicky White.

In that case, I'm gonna need some more coffee.

[chuckles] Okay.

You mind if I take my coat off?

Help yourself.

[Toni] The air conditioner.

-Take sugar? -Yes, please. Thank you.

How long has this thing been out?

Too long.

[switch clicks]

It's working now.

-That was quick. -[Toni] Yeah.

[Toni] You just needed to reset the outlet.

Ooh, that looks good.

-[Noonie] Muffin? -Oh. No. Coffee is fine.

Maybe a little later.

But thank you.

-Oh! -Does it need more sugar?

A-ha!

Is that gin sugar or rum sugar?

Sugar is sugar, as long as it's sweet.

Well, there are some sugars

I cannot have while on duty.

[Noonie chuckling]

Ms. Boggs, um...

do you have any idea why Vicky did this,

or where she went?

You mean, uh, after she let herself get kidnapped by that--

You are not worried that she could be in danger?

Sure, I am.

But she made her decision.

You don't really think she was forced, do you?

Then why?

Did she fall in love?

Seems so.

Hard to know what the heart will do.

Vicky's got a heart as big as she is.

Whatever she did, she must think it's worth it.

[Toni] Hm.

It just seems so hard to believe.

Not to me.

Of course, I'm a lonely old woman.

Just watched Judge Judy tell someone they're idiot

for the fourth time today.

[Toni laughing]

She does that.

[both laughing]

You know, if someone would tell me

that I could take off for a couple weeks

like Bonnie and Clyde...

Oh! You know, if you took off, I would not stand in your way.

[both laugh]

Do you have any idea where she might have gone?

Nope.

But I suspect there is a king-sized bed.

Oh! Look at you.

[laughing]

Whatever you're putting in that coffee,

it's working for you.

Did you say sugar? Nah-ah!

[both laughing]

Listen, uh, Ms. Boggs, if you hear from Vicky,

can you please let me know?

Thank you.

-We should go. -What...

I'm not even packed.

No. Just to the supermarket.

I think we should stay here for a while.

I already put two weeks on the card.

[spits]

-Two weeks? -Yeah.

Hey, shouldn't we be trying to get a helluva lot further away?

They'll be looking for us on the road.

And-and, plus, the longer that we're hiding,

the less likely they'll be

looking for us this close to home.

Why?

Do you have somewhere better to be?

Not really.

And I do enjoy the company.

Are you sure, this is a good idea?

Yes, I'm sure.

[Casey chuckles]

Okay.

Give me a sec.

[instrumental music]

This was a bad idea. We should've never left the motel.

This is a bad idea!

Honey, we cannot live on pizza alone.

I'm just gonna go in, get some milk and cereal

and some things we can microwave.

Is there any kind of cereal you like?

Yeah, the kind I ain't eating in my cell.

Actually, get me some Lucky Charms, please.

[chuckles]

Well, you are magically delicious.

[Vicky chuckling]

Oh. I hope they have some self-tanner in there.

I'm going to be white as a ghost if I never get outside.

All right, wish me luck.

Good luck.

[Vicky chuckles]

[exhales deeply]

[instrumental music on radio]

[man 4]This is WBYN. We have breaking news.

Authorities have had numerous sightings

of Vicky White and Casey Cole White

in Florida and New York City.

Back to WBYN Southern South.

New York City!

Dumbasses.

Ma'am?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Ma'am!

Oh, hi.

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

Is there a problem?

You left your sunglasses.

[engine revving]

Oh, bless your heart. Thank you.

[dramatic music]

[horn honks]

Everything okay?

[Vicky sighs]

Yes.

Thank God!

Man!

[Vicky exhales]

I thought you left.

[instrumental music]

[engine starts]

Hey, baby.

What do you think?

[Casey sighing]

Nice, huh?

Tell me again, why we are ditching

a perfectly good pickup I paid six grand for?

-I paid six grand for. -Whatever.

Because, if they find our first car,

they're more likely to identify the next vehicle we get into.

This case, we're one step further removed from it.

I guess.

And I used a fake ID to buy this car.

So, ain't nobody ever

gonna connect us to something this fancy.

Trust me.

[Toni]Do we have the footage from outside the carwash?

Here it is.

Cadillac.

He's stepping up in the world.

Yeah.

We'll bring 'em down.

-Thank you. -[woman 1] Mm-hm.

[indistinct TV chatter]

Problem?

No, I was just...

Casey, you said that the truck was $6,000.

That's right.

But I, I gave you $10,000.

S-so, that means you still got--

Four grand.

So what? I just wanted to have something in case of emergency.

[chuckles]

Casey, you still got some of the money.

At least $25,000.

Yeah, so?

So, why did you take it?

Are you planning something?

I just figured it'd be smart if I had some cash on hand.

That's all.

I wanna trust you.

Why should you trust a guy who's in jail for murder?

Oh, I...

I wasn't gonna say that.

No. No, no, no. That's okay, that's okay.

That's exactly why you should trust me.

[Vicky] What?

'Cause if I was gonna kill you, I would've done it by now,

and dumped your body in the river.

[ominous music]

I'd like to see you try.

[Vicky chuckling]

[both chuckling]

[pensive music]

Police in Tennessee believe that they have found a vehicle

that fugitive lovers Vicky White and Casey Cole White

used to escape.

The vehicle had been abandoned then towed,

but it was only recently reported found to the police.

Ooh, that's great news, they found the car.

No. No, the police were not supposed to release that story.

That's gonna hurt us.

Well, what's your next move?

Well, now, me and a bunch of other marshals

gotta go down to Tennessee so we can help with the search.

-Tennessee? -[Toni] Yeah.

Why? You gonna miss me?

Sure. And while you're down there,

why don't you try some of their barbecue?

I hear it has a nice, tangto it.

[sighing] Listen, I am a barbecue aficionado.

So, you better know what you're talking about.

-All right. Good luck. -Hm-hm. A-ha.

The vehicle that fugitive lovers

Vicky White and Casey Cole White used to escape...

-They found it, we're fucked. -So what?

So they found it.

They were bound to find it sometime.

I'm telling you, we gotta get out of here.

That is exactly what they're expecting us to do, run.

Okay, so, not run. I don't know.

Just hop to another location, like you said before.

-Where? -I don't know. Georgia.

Where your ex-girlfriend lives?

Who told you that?

Don't you think I read your file?

She's not why I want to go.

[scoffs] I don't know.

I don't know why...

I don't know why you wanna waste your freedom

trying to kill someone who doesn't apprec--

Because she is the reason I'm in jail!

Yeah, and I'm the reason you're not in jail.

[scoffs]

The first thing the police did

when we broke out

was put a stakeout at her house.

-[Casey] Fuck! -Honey...

I-i-if you wanna end up back in jail

trying to kill someone

that-that doesn't appreciate you, then fine.

Fine.

Do it.

I'm not gonna stop ya.

Or, or, or...

you can stay safe...

with someone who loves you.

And has made you a free man.

Here. With me.

[Casey whimpering]

[Casey sobbing]

That's okay.

I'm just...

I'm just...

Don't. Okay? I love you.

I love you, too.

[Vicky] It's okay.

[dramatic music]

Tsk. Perfect.

Now I gotta ask for directions.

Oh.

-Good morning. -Good afternoon.

Are you lost? Or you wanna buy a pick-up?

[chuckles]

My GPS and my phone aren't picking up the signals.

So, uh, I guess I am lost.

Are you sure you don't wanna buy a tractor?

No, I-I don't wanna buy, uh...

There is something else that you can do for me though.

I'm Walt Morasco.

Nice to meet you. I'm US Marshal Toni Armstrong.

Whoo! A US Marshal.

Damn!

Now I know you're lost.

[Toni chuckles] Sir, have you seen

either of these two people?

[Walt] Ooh!

Maybe you're not lost.

[tense music]

[Toni]This is Marshal Armstrong. Do you copy?

[Gallagher] This is Marshal Gallagher.

Confirming the positive ID on the Cadillac

at the Mariana Motel.

[dramatic music]

Ah, we have eyes on the suspect. They're getting in the car.

[Toni]Okay, great, but I need you to follow them

and please, do not let them see you.

Do you copy? Do not let them see you.

Copy you.

Let's go.

[music continues]

[sighs]

[tires screech]

[both sigh]

Careful!

-We're being followed. -What do you mean?

I mean that I've seen that car for the last ten minutes.

[sighs] Oh, God!

[Casey] Gotta find another turn.

Okay.

[Vicky] You think we can lose 'em?

-I don't know. -Oh, God!

I'm sure as hell gonna try.

[tires screeching]

Uhh!

Talk to me, Gallagher, where are you?

[Gallagher]I got the suspect. They're moving.

We got two cop cars behind 'em.

We're on their tail

[Toni] Okay. I'm about a half a mile away.

Oh, wow! Wow, you did it!

Oh! Oh, that's great. Okay.

Get us back to the motel before they find us.

[Casey] I'm ain't going back to the motel.

[Vicky] Then where are we going?

[tires squeal]

[Vicky gasps]

We, we're getting out here?

We're not going anywhere.

You are getting out,

and I'm getting out of here.

What're you talking about?

Will you just get out of the car, please?

You're gonna get yourself killed.

What?

Oh, no. No.

You...

You're just doing this because...

What? You think you can get away better without me?

Vicky...

Mrs. White...

You have done everything for me...

and this is what I can do for you.

Uh...

No, you're not listening, Mr. White.

I've nothing to go back to.

And I-I don't care if I die,

because I already feel like I've been dead for years.

-Come on! -I do!

Oh!

You know what?

And I'm the one with the gun.

So, you don't tell me what to do.

You're not gonna shoot me.

[whimpering]

Don't!

-Get going! -No.

-Get out. -No!

-Get out. -No!

[Vicky whimpering]

[sighs] I... I'm...

I'm going to call 911.

I'm gonna call 911, I'm gonna tell 'em exactly where we are

if you don't get driving!

Are you crazy?

-No! -What're you doing?

[inhales deeply] Oh!

-Get out of the car, Vicky. -No.

-No. No! -Get out of the car!

I'm not getting out of the car.

We are in this together.

And I told you that I would never leave you.

And I'm never going back.

We're Mr. and Mrs. White till death do us apart.

[sobs]

Please.

[panting]

Mr. and Mrs. White.

Yeah.

[police siren blaring]

Well, let's get this honeymoon started, Mrs. White.

Oh!

Mmm!

Okay.

[Casey] Whoo!

[Vicky] Let's go!

[Casey chuckles]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

[tires squeal]

[tires screeching]

I hear sirens. I must be close.

I need you to have an ambulance on stand by.

Do you copy?

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

Holy!

You got this. Shoot!

-You think we can lose 'em? -I don't know.

[tires screech]

[Vicky]I love you, Casey White.

[gunshot]

Vicky!

Ahh! Ahh!

Vicky!

Somebody help my wife! Please.

Vic-Vicky!

[sirens wailing]

Oh, my God!

Get him out of here, now! Get him over there.

Pull her out! Pull her out!

-No! -Pull her out! Pull her out!

Somebody help my wife!

Please. No!

[sobbing]

[Toni] Get that ambulance!

Please be breathing.

She is still breathing! We need a paramedic now!

Vicky!

♪ I keep my hopes up ♪

♪ I'm walking the streets over bodies ♪

♪ I keep my eyes out ♪

♪ I'm watching the world with my feet ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪ It's the cold it's the flames it's the fog lights ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪ It's the moment we take from the main line ♪

[humming]

♪ I keep my hopes up ♪

♪ I'm turning the stone into stories ♪

♪ I keep my eyes out ♪

♪ I'm taking the air from the heat ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪ It's the cold it's flames it's the fog lights ♪

♪ This is the moment ♪

♪ It's the moment we take from the main line ♪

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