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(indistinct chatter in distance)

Defect.

- GUARD: - Dump it.

(buzzer sounds)

(indistinct talking)

(alert bell ringing)

I got this.

- All right, - hold up.

On the gate!

(woman and guard talking

(indistinctly)

(guard chuckles,

(continues talking)

(breathing quietly)

(banging on side of truck)

Let 'em go!

(buzzer sounds)

Gate's clear!

(banging)

What the hell was that?

(woman screams)

(grunting)

MAN: So we get

to Boscoe's mom's place,

sweetest old lady.

- I'm there with this other. - Marshal, Katie Beal.

Very fit young lady.

Ray Zancanelli?

Yeah.

Deputy Charlie DuChamp.

Be right with you.

- So anyway, I'm going. - On, telling this woman.

- How her son could be. - Looking at jail time.

- Katie stands to fetch her. - Some tissues.

I clock this old broad

- staring at Katie's ass. - Like it's a Christmas ham.

I grab this perv

by her blue hair.

The wig comes right off

in my hand.

It's Boscoe.

- His mother's been dead. - For ten years.

The point is...

sooner or later,

I get hip to what's going on.

I know you've been

dealing drugs here, Jimmy.

There's a school on the corner.

If it happens again...

It won't.

Get outta here.

(school bell ringing)

What do you want?

- MAN: - Tillman bashed the driver's head. - In with a tire iron,

Another employee, female,

got knocked senseless.

So...

I've decided to revisit

your proposal, Ray.

I believe these were

your candidates.

Agent DuChamp's come over

from Criminal Program Analysis.

You'll be reporting to him.

CPA? Seriously?

Yes. Seriously.

- No one else wanted. - To work with you, Ray.

Fine.

- I'll be in the field, Charlie. - Here can send me reports.

- And analysis, - and if I ever.

- Run out of toilet paper. - On the road...

- This is your chance to put. - Tillman back in prison.

- If you don't like. - The arrangement...

Yeah, no. It'd be great.

Good.

(grunting, crowd cheering)

(cheering)

Gunderson!

- GUARD: - You're being transferred!

See, all the shortcuts

and ins and outs I perfected

to make working here

the most desired slot.

Those tidbits are what they call

- "intellectual property," - you with me?

So if you job-up here,

I need compensation.

- But three dollars. - A week?

- That's more than half. - What I make.

Okay, now it's $3.50.

- GUARD: - Shea!

I'm conducting business here.

You're being transferred.

Where are they sending you?

I... I don't know.

Perfume.

The one I risked my job

sneaking in for you.

Right. I want you to keep that.

Philly...

(wolf whistle)

Today, already.

He's bluffing, go all in.

Shut it, Lloyd.

- Lowery. - You're shipping out.

Shipping out as in transfer?

Yep.

- Who's gonna be our. - Cabana boy, then?

- Hey! - (shouting)

Ciao, bitches.

CHARLIE:

After 72 hours, the odds

of finding an escaped convict

drop to less than five percent.

- That's why I agreed. - To set up this task force.

- Because there's. - Nothing more dangerous.

- Than a convict on the run. - They have absolutely no...

They know.

They know. Look.

You were four of the toughest

runners I ever caught.

- And necessity being the. - Mother of all evil...

- Invention. - Whatever.

We decided to use fugitives

to help catch a fugitive.

Except this time, you'll be

in the field with me.

Us.

Right. Charlie here's from CPA.

Criminal Process...

What's it called again?

Deal's simple.

- You agree to do this, you'll be. - Permanently transferred.

- To Maybelle Minimum. - Security Prison.

- Much nicer than your. - Current accommodations.

We catch Tillman,

you get time

shaved off your bids.

Now you all know Ray,

but you don't know me.

- In the Marine Corps, - my nickname was Virgin:

'Cause I don't (bleep) around.

Any one of you tries to escape,

you'll all get sent back

to where we found you,

sentences doubled.

This offer expires

in five seconds. Who's in?

Tillman was six months into

a 25-year bid

for killing a biker in a bar

who called his wife a bitch.

He called his own wife.

Tillman's wife a bitch?

- Yeah, Tillman went around. - The country killing guys.

Who insulted their

own wives.

That seems weird.

It was Tillman's

wife, you idiot.

Oh, okay.

- Look, he bolted county lockup. - While awaiting trial.

I caught him three weeks later,

after he killed a deli cashier,

and a woman he carjacked.

Acute emotional deregulation,

elevated rage distortion, no...

So Tillman is dangerous.

Okay, that's some insight.

He's stretching his legs.

Don't worry about it.

Yeah.

Where's Tillman's wife now?

She got a restraining order

- the day after the murder. - She divorced him.

- When he was sentenced, - and has since remarried.

- Yo, if this Tillman's a psycho, - we gonna get strapped, right?

Yeah. Why not?

- What do you want, - Glocks or Berettas?

Oh, no, I'd really prefer

a non-lethal weapon,

- like a baton, - or maybe a taser.

No cons get weapons.

- You get cell phones when you're. - In the field. That's it.

I don't need a gun.

That's why the good Lord

gave us these.

- Yeah, okay, but what are. - We going to do about clothes?

We can't run around

in these prison blues.

I might have a hit.

Like her.

- How come she's. - Got new gear?

- Because she's a civilian. And. - She'll be treated with respect.

Julianne Simms,

meet the animals.

- CHARLIE: - What do you got?

John Phelps.

- Tillman ran with him. - In high school.

- They got popped for a. - D&D when they were 18.

He was found at his home

in Baltimore an hour ago...

Beaten to death.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Crime scene, fellas.

U.S. Marshals.

Don't tell me

they're Marshals.

They're Special Deputies.

Let's go.

- DETECTIVE: - Neighbor lady heard. - Some yelling.

She also noticed a black

pickup truck parked out front.

We'll catch the perp crossing

into Mexico, though.

- What makes you think. - He's going to Mexico?

The dead guy told us.

Puerto Vallarta... a

haven for fugitives.

- Why not write. - The assailant's name?

- Well, I'm going. - Out on a limb here,

But maybe he didn't know it.

No, he knew it. They

went to school together.

- Oh, who cares why he wrote it? - We got the lead,

We're following up.

- You're wasting. - Your time.

The target didn't write

it because survival

is the most primal instinct.

Hmm, allow me to translate

for our Cro-Magnon friend here.

There is a direct correlation

between mental acuity

and physical strength.

- If Phelps was able. - To make it.

- From there to that. - Fridge and then process.

- And write "P. - Vallarta,".

- It would indicate. - He had enough energy. - To crawl ten feet.

To that phone

and call 911.

(inhales)

Special Deputy Lloyd Lowery.

How are you?

So it's a shade.

- Tillman wrote it, - hoping he'd throw us off.

He's smart.

- SHEA: - Convicts, baby, - Nothing but time to plan it out.

- DETECTIVE: - Well...

We've got an alarm out

on his plate number, regardless.

This is a hustler's place...

- Run-down warehouse on the. - Outside, top-of-the-line toys.

On the inside.

Are they still

stretching their legs?

- 'Cause the con-woman. - Says DOA is a hustler.

And has no idea what he's into,

the professor can't find

squat on the computer,

- and the mountain man... - He's in the corner.

- Looking for a cat. - To gut.

- And look. - At your gangbanger...

- He's looting. - The joint.

What you got there, Shea, CDs?

Nail polish remover.

Unless Phelps

was a cross-dresser, he was

using this for the acetone

- to take off the ink. - From the dye pack.

They put in the cash

when you rob a bank.

You're welcome.

What the hell

is that?

Tasty goodness.

That's evidence; Put it back.

All the times I got raided

and cops stole from me...

Cash, jewelry, product.

- Please, I can have a couple. - Of this dead fool's cookies.

He earned a cookie.

I said put the cookie back.

Hold on, I'm gonna

put you on speaker.

- JULIANNE: - Tillman used his debit card.

To buy gas in Shirley, New York

six months before he was

arrested for that bar fight.

This was a year and a half ago,

- right around the time. - Of an unsolved bank robbery.

In Shirley for $100,000.

Three suspects... never caught.

PHILLY:

Three suspects

in the robbery.

We know two are

high school buddies.

We need a yearbook.

- You get all of. - That, Jules?

Okay.

These are pretty

good cookies.

WOMAN (on phone):

We archive all of our yearbooks,

Ms. Simms.

We could mail you one.

Oh, no, I need it immediately.

Well, from Brooklyn, you can

be here in 30 minutes

if you take the tunnels.

Ms. Simms?

- LLOYD: - Oh, my Lord,

- There's been another shooting. - At the Hip-Hop Awards.

It's strange that there always

seems to be a firearms mishap

at this particular awards

ceremony, don't you think, Shea?

I mean, Hip Hop Awards...

Shootings.

- Country Music Awards... - No shootings.

What's the variable?

Keep it up, white shoes, and

you'll see what the variable is.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Soup and salad, Philly?

Ah!

(snaps fingers)

Miss?

I'm sorry. There's someone

else's hair in my soup.

- I'll take it off the bill, - ma'am.

Thank you so much.

- How do you feel about dessert, - Charlie?

Save it for the 80-year-old

millionaires in Boca, Philly.

Okay.

- Jules, what's. - Taking so long?

I, um, had them scan the

yearbook and e-mail it to me.

The clock's ticking, Jules.

Why didn't you go get it?

The file's sent. Have Charlie

check his in-box.

The only activity

listed is Auto Club.

- SHEA: - There, Auto Club.

- ZANCANELLI: - There's Tillman, Phelps.

Is that our guy?

James "Jimbo" Cantrall?

- LLOYD: - Team delinquents. - To adult bank robbers.

Gunderson, where's

the knife?

What knife?

- There are four. - Of you here,

Two knives are on the table

and one's in Lowery's glass

- 'cause he stirred. - His ice tea with it.

- That leaves one. - Knife missing.

- So again I ask, - where's the knife?

You're a lefty.

- I'm guessing. - Your left sock.

(chuckles)

It was for the team.

In case any of us

got in a scrape.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Take care, Gunderson.

Ma'am.

Nice team you put together.

Zancanelli!

You know me.

Not anymore, Hoss.

Where's the

money, Jimbo?

- I don't know. - I swear to God. I don't know.

You do know.

I don't. I don't. I don't.

Shh...

Okay, okay.

(whimpers)

What are you...?

No! No!

No! No!

- Can you leave the keys. - So we can listen to the radio?

- We're not gonna run, - okay, Charlie?

I know you won't.

We're five blocks away

from the casinos, Lloyd,

and I sent everyone a

photo of your ugly kisser.

- You wouldn't make it past. - The first slot machine.

You see anything?

TV's on.

Really? You sure he's not

friends with Pat Sajak?

I'll call in

for a warrant.

- SAJAK: $600. - WOMAN: "R."

- SAJAK: - Yes, three "R" s.

- Hey. - What?

Door was open

when we got here.

Back up.

James Cantrall!

U.S. Marshals!

SAJAK:

Yeah, you can pick up

that gift tag.

That's a Detour Deluxe bicycle

with accessories from Raleigh

valued at a thousand dollars.

You got that, $1,550 in cash.

WOMAN:

Can I buy an "O"?

- SAJAK: - Absolutely. Three "O" s.

Oh, man.

Slot machines?

What kind of dollar-buffet

rube does Ray take me for?

Before he popped me,

- I would be comped in. - Any suite in Vegas,

- Five-grand-a-hand on blackjack, - ten on a roll in craps,

And I wouldn't even

think twice about...

Philomena Rotchliffer?

Oh, my goodness.

How creative did the kids

get on the schoolyard?

No, no, let me guess.

Philomena Rottweiler?

Fill-Me-Uppa.

Scotch-Snifter?

- Feel-My-Weiner. - Crotch-Sniffer.

That's the one.

- Okay? You happy now, - you little creep?

I won't tell anybody

if you let me see them.

(phone rings)

(sighs)

Hello? Yes.

Yes. Well, I'm working.

- I don't know. - What time I'll be done.

- I gave you this number. - For emergencies only, Mother.

Are you drinking?

- I heard ice. - Cubes tinkling.

And we talked about this...

Got the FBI file

on the bank robbery.

$500,000 was taken.

They told the media

it was just $100,000.

Thanks, Jules.

Does a first-time bank robber

and his high school pals

pull off a perfect, one-time

heist for half a mil

without some inside help?

Nope.

- What the hell. - Is he doing?

- Look, his cell phone. - Is in his back pocket.

- I need to check. - His call history.

Can't wait for the M.E.

I didn't tell you to stop.

(wood creaking)

He's listening.

Hey, Tillman, you remember me,

you son of a bitch?

I'm gonna get you!

Not this time, Ray.

- This is Deputy. - Charlie DuChamp, U.S. Marshals.

I give you my word

that if you just co...

(phone beeps)

What the hell

are you doing?

I'm getting in his head.

- I know this guy. - Now he's scrambling.

Did it ever occur to you

- that maybe we could. - Just give this guy.

- Some misinformation. - Instead of you acting like.

Some cowboy

nobody wants to work with?

Get your ass in the car.

- Let's go look into. - This bank robbery.

(knocking)

Deputy Charlie DuChamp,

U.S. Marshals.

We'd here to speak

to Carmen Menjavar.

About?

The Shirley bank robbery.

We're speaking to

everybody involved.

She was a teller there.

Yeah, and she's already been

questioned.

Not by us.

By all means.

Hey, Carmen!

The cops got

more questions.

So, uh, what do you need

to know?

Maybe I can help.

- Were you present. - For the robbery?

No.

Then you can't help.

Deputy, huh?

That's kinda High Noon.

- Who are you, - the sheriff?

- Look, why don't you stop asking. - Stupid questions.

And go get your girl?

(engine starts)

It's 'cause she's leaving!

Hey, get off!

Oh!

Who are we rooting for?

- CHARLIE: - Shea!

Go, go, go!

(horn blares, tires squeal)

LLOYD:

Going too fast.

LLOYD:

Watch out for that thing.

Oh-oh!

- SHEA: - Where you going now?!

You're gonna kill her!

Or she'll stop! Her choice!

Oh!

- LLOYD: - Hit the brakes!

(tires screech.

I hate you cops!

We ain't cops.

I didn't rob any bank.

- Of course. - You didn't.

- That's why. - You NASCAR'd your way.

Across Queens and your

boyfriend Bigfoot's locked up

- in County right now, - right?

- I ran because. - I'm not legal, okay?

- Visa expired about a year ago. - I thought that's why.

- You Feds were. - Coming back.

I don't buy it.

Kiss my ass! It's the truth!

- No, no, no. The truth is. - When Tillman went to prison,

You all screwed him

out of his cut.

Now he wants all of it.

- He killed Jimbo. - He killed Phelps.

Hey!

- If you don't. - Help us find him,

He's gonna find you.

I already told you,

I don't know who

the hell Tillman is.

Lowery.

What are you calling him for?

(clears throat)

Ma'am.

(clears throat)

How's your afternoon going?

What did you have for breakfast

on the morning of the robbery?

A bagel.

Mm-hmm. And what did you see

when the gun was produced?

- A gun pointed at me. - Behind the gun?

- A man. - Behind him?

I was looking at the gun.

Scary stuff, huh?

Yeah.

- So that morning, - after you woke up,

- You got dressed, - you ate your cereal,

- You brushed your teeth, - you left for work,

- You never thought anything like. - This would happen, did you?

No. And I had a bagel.

My mistake.

What was the first thing

- to go through your mind. - When you saw the... Who farted?

- What? - I'm sorry. Charlie,

Was that you? Because somebody

- cut the flounder and it's coming. - From your general direction.

- I'm sorry. - CHARLIE: - No. I did not. - Cut no flounder.

- Just do your. - Job. All right?

- Well, it's hard for me. - To do my job.

- In what's basically now. - A hostile work environment.

Then crack the damn door.

- Let's just get. - This over with.

Because I didn't

help rob any bank!

- CHARLIE: - Come on!

Hey.

- Enough. - Okay.

You think this is a game?

Huh? You having fun?

- I'm sending you. - Back to the joint!

Explain yourself, Lowery.

A guilty person loves

- when the attention shifts away. - From them to someone else.

- If she was involved. - In this crime,

- She'd be happy to sit there. - All day, talking about.

- Who dealt it, - but she wanted to get back.

- To convincing you. - That she's not a criminal.

So... so much

for your inside man theory.

Actually...

- we just have the. - Wrong bank employee.

Check this out.

Kyle Ferro, the teller

who came to Carmen's aid.

- He quit the bank a. - Week after the robbery,

Saying he was too

scared to work there.

- But it seems he was too scared. - To even stay in New York.

Tell them

what you found.

He sold his home

and didn't buy a new one,

nothing in his name.

He just vanished.

He's our inside man.

- CHARLIE: - Then we got to find this guy.

Before Tillman does.

TILLMAN:

Jimbo gave up Kyle's address,

- but U.S. Marshals are starting. - To put it together.

You just get your ass

to Richmond.

- Press pound twice. - To detonate.

The minimal interaction.

No eye contact.

Cluttered workspace

to make you feel cocooned

and safe.

- How long have you had social. - Anxiety and panic disorder.

With, I'm guessing,

just a twist of depression?

Let me guess.

Family history.

Uh... you were diagnosed 18, 19,

and it really reared its ugly

head about five years ago.

Don't deny it.

- I can tell. - By your body language.

That you can't wait

for me to get out of here.

- Yeah, that's because. - You've been staring.

Down my blouse this whole time.

That's true, but that's

because I suffer from

- matriarch dependency. - With tangential memory fixation.

So...

- See? I know. - What's wrong with me.

Did you get all you need?

'Cause if,

you can leav.

(clearing throat)

Group therapy

and shrink visits are hogwash.

- It's in their financial. - Interest to keep you afflicted,

So just walk one block

outside of your safe zone,

sit on a park bench and ask

a stranger for the time.

- Next week, - ask two people.

You should stop waiting

- for a wrecking ball. - To knock this thing down.

A crack in the dike will do.

What are you doing, Lowery?

- I was giving a little. - Advice, pro bono.

You know, for a guy

who was a child prodigy,

- you're not too. - Bright sometimes.

Don't talk to her.

LOWERY:

You are very protective.

- Do you want to. - Talk about it? - No. Leave.

You okay?

Fine.

CHARLIE:

Kyle Ferro couldn't

have just disappeared.

- Three clubs in high school, - trainer for the football team.

- That's probably how they lured. - Him into the heist.

- The desire to be part. - Of something.

Dependent personality disorder.

Very common in Latinos, FYI.

- Does that sound. - About right, Charlie?

You got some Puerto Rican

in the mix?

Cuban.

I was way off. I'm sorry.

JULIANNE:

Kyle tried to bury his name

- under an LLC, but he cosigned. - The papers for a bar.

In Richmond, Virginia.

The other owner...

His brother Frank Ferro.

- Bar was opened. - Six months after the heist.

A perfect place

to launder money.

- We can be in Richmond. - In an hour.

- Hold on a second. - That's not your call to make.

- I need a little. - More information.

- If I'm going to drag everybody. - 350 miles.

- Everywhere the money's been, - bodies are piled up.

Sitting around waiting for tips,

doing more analysis...

- This team was put together. - To avoid that.

Use them.

I could try Kyle

on his cell.

And you could

talk to him.

No.

Let's wait for him to come home.

Handle this in-house.

Thanks for the milk.

(engine running,

(music playing over radio)

(music playing)

Let me tell you about

a study I did

- when I was teaching. - At the university.

I gave five-year-olds a choice

between a nickel today

and a dime tomorrow,

and they all took the nickel.

And my point is, that

children have a hard time

delaying gratification.

And if we're being

intellectually honest,

so do your people.

- What's that now? - Come on, brother.

- Just got my government check. - Now I'm going to get.

Some new bling

and a brand-new set of rims.

You're a straight-up racist.

No, I'm a fact-ist.

And the fact is

- that I can see in your eyes. - That you're thinking about.

- Jumping on that truck. - And making a run for it.

- Don't take the nickel, dummy. - Let's just ride this out.

- We'll get some time. - Knocked off our sentences.

- And we'll finish our bids. - In a much easier environment.

- I'm just enjg. - The view,.

Hey! I want the dime.

I got 25 years, and it's

a hell of lot different

inside a max shack for a guy

like me than it is for you.

I'm not going back.

PHILLY:

Neither am I.

- You weren't even part. - Of this conversation. - What are you saying?

- All I'm saying is if one. - Of you is going to run,

You'd better let me know

- so I can do the same. - Nobody's going anywhere.

Hold it. I want to know

what the hell you did

to get 25 years.

That is none of your business.

And there goes your ride.

Yeah, well,

- the kids thought the. - Nickel was worth more.

'Cause it's bigger

than a dime.

Your study was garbage.

- PHILLY: - All right, chill.

- Here comes Zancanelli. - Is Ferro there?

Yeah, this is Ferro.

Hey, Kyle.

- No, this is Frank. - Kyle's not here.

You want to leave a message?

Nah, that's all right.

What's up?

No bead on Kyle.

I thought you said if

we follow the money, right?

Settle down. His brother.

Frank's at the bar.

So?

- He's laundering money. - For his brother.

- You think Frank's. - Gonna talk to us?

Take me shopping.

I'll make him talk.

Mmm, that tastes like

melted jelly beans.

We should probably

be showing some affection

if we want to effectively convey

that we're a couple. So...

You can put your hand on

my thigh for five seconds.

Okay.

(clearing throat)

Any further north, you'll

be pulling back a stump.

Okay. Unpleasant childhood.

Maybe some...

some daddy issue.

Other than that, I can't

figure you out, Philly.

You never will.

- Another? - Mm-hmm.

You know your husband's

staring at us.

I know.

He likes to watch.

Last call.

- SHEA: - You really think Philly's. - Game's gonna work?

Some dude's gonna watch his old

lady get tagged by another dude?

I mean, that actually goes down?

Apparently.

I said it before

and I say it again...

White people are crazy.

All right, check this one out.

Every crew needs

a name, right?

Breakout Kings?

Doesn't make any sense.

We're not breaking out.

No, Breakout.

Apprehension Kings, maybe?

See, this is why I was

clearing seven figures

- while you fools was. - Clipping coupons.

I got vision.

Doesn't make any sense.

I don't like it.

Breakout Kings.

Upstairs.

Let's wait.

Yeah.

(mellow pop music playing)

Oh. Wow, this place is great.

So is the owner coming by,

or do we have all night?

Sweetheart, I am the owner.

Get out.

This place is yours?

Yeah.

Me and my brother.

Well, where's he at?

- 'Cause I like to party, - but not like that.

- Don't worry your pretty. - Little legs about him.

He only comes by once a week,

and tonight ain't his night.

It sure as hell looks

like it's gonna be mine.

Once a week?

Gosh, how far is his commute

- that he pulls off. - A sweet deal like that?

- Honey, I can get a pair. - Of blues back at home.

- Now I saw what you did. - With that ice cube.

Let's see if it translates.

Where are my manners.

♪ 'Cause now you've got to fly ♪

♪ Right to the angels ♪

♪ Heavens await your heart ♪

♪ And flowers bloom

in your name ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa... ♪

I am locked

and loaded.

♪ Fly right to the angels ♪

♪ All the stars at night ♪

♪ Shine in your name. ♪

(moaning)

Morty's snake charmer pills

should be working by now.

I'll let him know

we're ready.

That is one lucky

piece of electronics.

What are you doing?

I can't find Kyle Ferro's

number in here.

Are we gonna do

this or what?

Yeah. Be right up, handsome.

- (ringtones playing. - Batman theme)

Who the hell are you?

Hey, man!

Don't be stupid, or I will

jam that down your throat.

Start talking.

I said start talking.

I-I work for the government.

- You're a Fed. - Like I'm a ballerina.

No, look, I'm a con.

They hired me.

Okay, the con part I believe.

Keep talking, or you both leave

here in zip-ups.

- U.S. Marshals are after. - A guy named Tillman.

- They wanted to see. - If you two had been in touch.

I don't know the guy.

Feds think your

brother Kyle does.

- And I've got some info. - That involves him.

I spill it, you let me go.

You want to blow this for us?

You want to get killed?

Katrina.

(phone ringing)

Kyle.

Hey, text from Lloyd.

Seven?

- That's craps. - They're in trouble.

Stay here.

I don't know how legitimate

it is, bro,

but just keep your head

in a swivel and call me ASAP.

On your knees!

Back off!

Or I will snap her neck!

- I said get on your knees and put. - Your hands behind your head.

Let her go or I'll split

the freakin' unibrow

in five seconds.

Ray, I got this.

Three seconds!

- Ray, stand down! - You're making this worse!

Time's up, Frank.

(screaming)

Cuff him, Lowery.

Put him on his knees.

- I told you not to fire. - He was choking. - The girl out.

- Besides, I didn't hurt him. - You hurt, Frank?

I gave you a clear directive.

- And I handled the situation. - This isn't CPA.

- Sometimes you have to fire. - Your weapon you desk jockey.

- Look, I don't know. - How you see things,

- But I'm about to clear. - Your vision for you.

- I head up this task... - Look at me.

I head up this task force.

I waited six years

for this opportunity

and I'm not going to let you

screw it up for me.

The next time I tell you

to stand the hell down, you...

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

- CHARLIE: - I'm fine.

- (panting) - Take it easy.

- I'm fine! - I'm sorry.

Just take it easy.

When I tell you

to stand the hell down,

you stand down.

When you guys are done with

the junk-measuring contest...

By the way, my

money's on Charlie...

If you hit redial

on the cell,

- that'll be. - Kyle's number.

You can get an address

off it. Okay, Charlie?

(sighs)

Are you okay?

He took my daughter!

Did you see

- what car they. - Were driving? - I-I don't know.

- They got picked up. - Ten minutes ago.

(phone ringing)

- (quietly): - Go ahead.

(beep)

Hello?

TILLMAN:

How you doing, Zancanelli?

Back off,

or I'll make her kid suffer.

Listen, there's no need to.

You hear me?

I'll make her suffer.

And that'll be on you.

(click, dial tone drones)

(beep)

(gasping breath)

Any other distinctive

physical characteristics?

- KATRINA: - No.

Did Kyle get any

recent tattoos?

No.

- Um, ma'am, if it's. - Any consolation,

- There's absolutely nothing. - In Tillman's pathology.

To suggest he'd do anything

sexual with your daughter.

He's strictly a killer.

- CHARLIE: - Miss... uh, m...

Miss,

- hair length? - Unbelievable.

- Ask her if he wore. - Boxers or briefs.

- KATRINA: - Medium length.

Just enough to cover

- the scar. - Above his ear,

- From when they hit him. - In the bank robbery.

Kyle has a little...

gray in his beard

when he grows it.

Hold on.

Kyle's hospital intake photo.

It looks serious,

but it isn't.

- And it's the exact same injury. - Suffered by Amy Flynn,

The food service employee.

- Tillman attacked. - When he escaped.

They were working together.

He just had to give her

a love tap to make it

look like she wasn't in on it.

Criminal Program Analysis, Ray.

Suck it.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. - Julianne,

You got anything?

Amy Flynn quit her job,

citing stress from the attack.

Same excuse Kyle used.

Another misdirect.

- They use a pretty girl. - To distract the guards,

And he slides into the truck.

Julianne, do a search

on Amy Flynn,

- any cars. - She might have.

Two weeks ago

she bought a 1996 silver sedan.

Most popular

make and model in the U.S.

Also, ATM hits

the past few months...

all around Quebec.

You ran product to Canada.

Damn straight.

SHEA:

North Troy, Vermont,

sleepy-ass border check.

- Weigh station deals. - Mostly with trucks.

- Cars barely get. - A second glance.

That's a reach.

- This guy did time, - upstate New York.

I guarantee you he

asked around the yard

about the best way

to cross undetected,

and this is it.

Fine. I'll call

border patrol.

- Hey, hold on, - if Tillman sees a blockade,

He will kill that girl

without even thinking twice.

We could get a plane from

the Richmond field office.

Let's get in front of him.

CHARLIE:

Lloyd, is that them?

LLOYD:

Tillman's in the backseat;

The girl's next to him.

Shea, do your thing.

Everything will be

all right, Alyssa.

- Oh, yeah, - listen to Kyle.

- If you can't. - Trust him,

Who can you trust?

(Shea and Philly

(speaking indistinctly)

PHILLY:

One of the reasons...

You know what? You know what?

I don't even know

why we're going!

- You know what? - Then don't go!

- That way I won't. - Have to hear you.

- Piss and moan about it. - The whole time!

- PHILLY: - Fine, you jerk!

- You can just hitchhike, - all right?!

Just hitchhike!

Go ahead! Go ahead!

- SHEA: - Whoa! - (car slams)

- Hey, you know what? - Hey, you know,

- That's beautiful, pumpkin! - No, no, no.

- Are you happy now? - No!

Why would I be happy?

- Look what you. - Made me do!

- SHEA: - Dang. Man, miss,

I'm so sorry, miss.

- Just tell him no. - Problem. Let's go.

It's no problem.

- Come on, get him. - Out of the car.

- SHEA: - At least let me. - Give you some money for this.

- No! No! - Do you understand English?

Oh, fine...

narrow-assed bitch.

Smart, Shea.

What did you say to her?

- Baby, no, - just let it go.

- ZANCANELLI: - August!

- TILLMAN: - I warned you, Ray.

Now someone's gonna

get hurt.

You are, if you don't

lower your weapon.

Shea, get them out of the

car. If he moves, I'll...

You'll what, huh?

Split my unibrow?

You still using that one?

Sometimes!

No, no.

You're gonna be all right.

Don't touch her!

Whoa! Bomb!

I'm leaving now.

- Listen, - if you follow me,

I'll just pull over,

run ten feet from the car

and blow this kid to hell.

I can't let you get

in there, Tillman.

Ray, stand down!

Zancanelli, that's an order!

Did you hear me?

TILLMAN:

Doesn't seem like you

have much of a choice.

TILLMAN (chuckles):

Oh-oh, Zanc the tank, huh?

The crazy man? Come on.

- CHARLIE: - I'm not gonna say it again.

Stand down and back

away from the car.

Stand down

and back away!

CHARLIE:

Now!

I think your boss

wants you to do something.

ZANCANELLI:

If you hurt that girl, Tillman,

I swear to God...

You take care, Ray.

(gunshot)

(groaning)

- LLOYD: - Cell phone!

(crunch)

(groans)

♪ ♪

Come on, babe.

Excuse me.

Do you have the time?

Yeah.

- (chuckles) - Five past 7:00.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(sighs)

- LLOYD: - It's not as crowded,

There's no gangs,

I can call you more often,

and, I mean,

it's still a prison,

but it's-it's better.

And, uh, get this,

they want to make it

a permanent arrangement, so...

when they need us we help,

and every...

every fugitive we catch

is a month off our sentence.

And I, uh...

I have to tell you, Mom...

I actually helped someone

other than myself today.

You could've been

so much more, Lloyd,

so much more.

(hangs up)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ZANCANELLI:

So, what version did you hear?

I know there are a couple

floating around out there.

I heard you stole

some money.

Your daughter

turns 16 once,

and when her stepdad tells

her he'll get her a car

because I can't afford it...

Do you know how many times

I've seen cops

five-fingering their way

through a perp's spot?

But I never stuck my hand

in the cookie jar.

Never.

Then a bust goes down,

over a million in cash.

I take exactly $8,250,

not a penny more than

what that car cost.

Now I'm a scumbag con

like the rest of them.

Well, at least you're

in a halfway house.

- You could be stuck. - In Maybelle.

Or chained to a desk,

like you were.

- I guess everybody's. - Running from something, right?

I guess so.

Hey, Ray?

No cons get weapons.

See you soon, Charlie.

Take care, Ray.

♪ ♪

(phone rings)

Yeah, baby?

I'm coming home.

I feel great.

Uh-huh. Feel great.

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