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Rinse.

It spilled.
I'm sorry.

Draw the curtain.

Now get the hurt stick.

Sorry to ruin
the romance, fellas,

but your med transport
was approved, Bagwell.

Well, it's about
damn time.

Let's take a walk, boy.

Bagwell, Theodore,
cleared for transport.

(lock buzzes)

Keep a candle burning
for me, Pretty.

(clicks tongue)

Makes me sick.

What, your breath or your face?

My uncle fought
for this country.

The V.A. still ain't got him
a decent prosthetic.

And some piece of crap con's

getting an upgrade.

Well, boo-hoo for
your Uncle Stumpy.

But I need a new paw, boss.

Check mine out.

It's cracking like
the Liberty Bell.

(gunshots)

MAN:
Hey!

Everyone all right?

(panting):
Oh, man...

This one's on me, boy.

Let's just say...
if your girl sends you

a crotch shot
on your cell phone,

don't try to return the favor
while driving,

know what I'm saying?

Boss is going
to have my ass.

Easy there, cool breeze.

I got two dead bodies
in that truck,

and I can easily go
for the trifecta.

Hey, I don't want a problem.

Problem's all you
got right now.

Now if you want
to cut your losses,

you dribble out
of them there duds

and nude up tout suite.

Don't be stupid, stupid.

I got a gun.

And you got a son.

It's up to you how
this all goes down.

(engine revving,
tires squealing)

(howling, laughing)

Raymond, I have to take issue
with the driving accommodations.

Lead-foot Larry was
doing 90 on the FDR.

I would rather not die...
A virgin?

...in a fiery crash.

CHARLIE:
Today we're driving fast,

we're moving fast.

No grab ass, no messing around.

Get up, no sitting.

We have a bona fide professional
runner on our hands.

He's already broken
out of two prisons.

One in the U.S.
and one in Panama.

Fresh out of the gate-- less
than two hours on his feet.

Where the hell's Jules? Jules?

Right here.

This one's really heavy.

Okay, okay, okay,
I have it, I'll do it.

There you go.

SHEA:
Bagwell?

Theodore Bagwell.
Part of the Fox River Eight

that escaped
a few years back.

Theodore Bagwell?
T-Bag?

His prison tag is T-Bag?

No, no, no, no.
Don't laugh.

This guy is
an incredible melange

of sociopathic and psychopathic
personality traits.

On a psycho tip, his crimes
can be really well planned out.

Like the breakouts,
for example.

But then he'll turn sociopath

and just kill somebody
at the drop of a hat,

leaving tons
of evidence behind.

He's incredibly smart
and charming

and he can appear
completely normal,

but, of course, he was
originally incarcerated

for raping and killing
a bunch of teenagers.

Not necessarily in that order.

How lovely.

I've read everything
I can on this guy.

I've always wondered
what it would be like

to sit down with him
face-to-face and analyze him.

Well, when we catch him,
you can get his autograph.

They found what
in the guard's neck?

A piece of T-Bag's
prosthetic hand.

He sharpened it
into a shank

and then sank it
into the first guard's neck.

Wow.
We're chasing
a cripple?

Okay, he was cuffed
to another inmate

during the Fox River
Eight escape.

Then one of his fellow cons
took an ax to T-Bag's hand

so that they could ditch him--

and they leave him
there to bleed out.

But he survives.

We cannot underestimate
this guy.

D.O.C. sent the phone logs
from Fox River.

Bagwell wasn't popular.
Only two calls recently.

But they still
have the recordings.

One was to a former inmate
named Cabe Green

who now lives
in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

BAGWELL:
It's me.
Hey.

Just wondering if you got me
my birthday present.

GREEN:
Almost.

BAGWELL: Well, let me know
when it's wrapped and ready,

'cause I'm excited, son.
Gotta run. Ciao, ciao.

Second call was a week later
to the prison pay phone bank.

Bagwell said hello,
other side hung up.

Birthday present's a screen.

His birthday was five months
before the call was made.

When cons are planning
something, they talk in code.

Birthday present probably
means help breaking out.

The hang-up phone call
was a signal.

Like, if I make a phone call
on this pay phone

on this date, the plan's on.

It's bullshit they
can record our calls on
the inside like that.

You want more prisoner rights,
vote Democrat.

Oh, wait, you can't vote, right?
So shut up.

Yo, this ain't Rocky,
Zancanelli.

Italians don't beat up black men
in the real world, so...

I'll put you to sleep,
little man.

Yo, I'm right here.

Hey, hey, this isn't the time

to prove how hard
you are, okay?

Right now there are people
working,

taking their kids to school,
who have no idea

their paths
are going to cross with Bagwell.

No idea they might
actually end up dying

'cause we didn't get
there fast enough.

And you should know better.

Matter of fact,
you know what?

You and your best friend go
to Fort Wayne and go see Cabe.

Erica and Lloyd,
we're gong to Illinois.

Clear.
I told you, I don't know
where he is or where he's going.

ZANCANELLI:
We listened to the call.

We know all about the
little birthday present

you had planned for him.

His birthday
was months ago.

I missed Theodore's birthday
so I owed him a gift, that's it.

We're friends.

The kind of friend that
pushes your head down
in the pillow?

I can't help you.

And I've done nothing wrong,
so go.

You have no right
to be here.

He called Bagwell
"Theodore."

Boy's still following
lockup rules.

Punk can't call his daddy
by his prison tag.

He's still under
Bagwell's control.

Whatever he knows, he ain't
never gonna give it up.

Driver took two bullets.

One more went through
the windshield.

Prison guards traditionally
carry Glock 17s

with a 12-round clip.

Bagwell's got nine more shots.

Mr. Pace,

Deputy Charlie DuChamp.

Thank you for coming
back out here.

The bastard threatened
me and my son.

I want him caught.

It's a miracle
we're not dead.

It's not
a miracle, really.

It's an example of Bagwell's
advance cognitive dissonance.

He does these
evil things all the time,

but he convinces himself

that he's not evil

with these random acts
of kindness, you know?

On his last breakout,
he violently kidnaps
his ex-girlfriend

and her children, and then
he just sets them free

in an act of mercy, you know.

He knows he's bad, but he thinks
he can be good.

Understand he took your clothes?

Some whack job with a fake hand
and a bloody gash on his head

comes at you with a gun,
I give him what he wants.
So he's hurt?

Yeah, yeah, uh, just
above his left eyebrow.

Lloyd, have Julianne

update the alarm to include
Bagwell's injury.

Ray, what do you got?

Not much.
Cabe's clearly involved

with Bagwell,
but we can't figure out

how he helped him escape.

Maybe he didn't help
him escape.

Maybe he helped him
after the escape.

When my dad and I
used to chase skips,

they'd have their boys drop
care packages for them.

(over phone):
Bags with cash, food, anything.

Jules, are you conferenced in?

I'm here.

Run the toll activity for
Cabe Green's Indiana

EZ pass-- 0804NJS.

Cabe drove into Illinois
a week ago.

The same day that hang-up call
was made to Bagwell.

See? Told you.

Second call was the signal
the package was in place.

What, you want
a gold star now?

Where'd that second
call come from?

Uh, pay phone was in
Madison, Illinois,

about 20 miles east
of Fox River.

That's minutes away.

Let's go.

You say "let's go"
all the time.

I wanted to say it once.
It felt-- it felt good to say.

Just get in the car, Lloyd.

Nobody matching
T-Bag's description

ever checked in over there.

Well, then if he
called from here,

odds are the present's here.

He'd want his stash
easy to access.

Yeah, but not visible
enough for him to be
seen getting into it.

Exactly, but secluded enough

that somebody wouldn't
just stumble across it.

Uh... mailbox?

ERICA:
Too much foot traffic.

Under the motel sign?

It's too close to the road.

Let's fan out.

Charlie, come look at this.

That's probably just trash.

A freshly-dug hole
with a box that was

clearly just inside of it?

I thought you were some sort
of child prodigy.

Okay, so there's cologne,
nail clippers.

How much you wanna bet
if we run this,

we'll get DNA
that matches Bagwell's?

Cardboard and some pins?

It's probably
a new shirt.

Container's cracked.

Water and mealworms
ruined this money,

but guess what--
these are Canadian dollars.

Julianne, get an alarm

to all Canadian border
crossings.

Tell 'em, Bagwell's cleaned
himself up;

he's dressed nice, but he's low
on funds and he's still injured.

All right, so Bagwell's two
pressing wants right now are

transportation and first aid.

And without those,
he can't get very far.

(indistinct radio
communication)

Two birds...

meet one stone.

Not a single hit on him
in Illinois.

You think he could've gotten
past the roadblocks?

At this point,
let's assume he did.

Now we know he's heading east

because he hid his stash
east of the prison.

Could be going to Toledo,
right near Lake Erie.

A short boat ride from a
smuggler, and he's in Canada.

Then that's where the girl
must be, 'cause Captain Hook

didn't just change clothes,
he gussied up.

Trimmed his nails,
splashed on some stinkwater.

Top two reasons a man breaks
outta prison: women and women.

T-Bag's lookin' to live up
to his nickname,

if you know what I'm saying.

Gross.
I don't get it.

Seriously?

T-Bag is an abbreviation

for "Theodore Bagwell."

Damn, man, come here.

CHARLIE: Lloyd said that
last time he escaped,

he went after
an ex-girlfriend.

A Mrs. Hollander.
She's already under
protective custody.

What are you talking about?
The whole thing?

Sorry. It's off-putting

to envision that happening.

It doesn't mean he couldn't have
a new sweetheart.

He's a slick son of a bitch.

(light, upbeat jazz playing)

(quietly):
Too hot.

Too cold.

Okay, innovation, that's what
this nation is about.

Just right.

That not only enhances
the quality of our lives,

but also simplifies it.

The lightbulb,
the refrigerator,

and now the Roll Away Bed.

I'll take 12!
I'm sorry.

Oh, you scared me.

I just, I...

I couldn't help but
overhear your speech,

and I think
it's fantastic.

Really?

I-I'm so nervous.

I have to talk
at a seminar tomorrow,

and I'm not good at it.

You're right
about that.

You're great at it.

Tell me more
about the Roll Away Bed.

Now, come on.
Don't be shy now.

Well, with just four
decorative blocks

to lift your existing bed
and one mattress on wheels,

you can double
your room occupancy

just like that.

Now that's a woman who believes
in her product.

Brett Benson.

Proud owner of two

Zippy Burger franchises.

Candace Plum.

As in "sweet as a"?

(giggles)

Let's drink to
entrepreneurial spirit.

Oh, let me help you.

No, no, no, no, no,
I got this, Ms. Plum.

As you can tell from my melon,

I may be accident-prone,

but I'm not helpless.

Let me just right
the ship here.

If I, uh, if I let my old war
wound stand in my way,

well, I'd only have one Zippy
Burger, now wouldn't I?

Well, you are something else.

You have no idea.

An Illinois ambulance was found
ditched on the side of the road

in Brushy Prairie, Indiana.

Both EMTs were dead,
one had his hand cut off.

Gotta be our guy.
He knew an ambulance

with the cherries spinnin' would
fly right through a roadblock.

He cut off somebody else's hand?
Are you kidding me?!

The man is engaged in Grand
Attribute Projection, you guys.

Do you know how rare that is?

He is subconsciously trying
to put the things he hates

most about himself onto
other people.

No, he's looking
to leave the country.

Jules, call Special Operations.

Get another plane on it.

(slurring):
Oh, and another great thing

about the Roll Away Bed--
it's hypo-allergenic.

Thank you so much
for taking me back
to my hotel, Brett.

My pleasure,
Candy Cane.

I may've had
too much to drink,

but it'll be dawn
soon, and...

if you want, you can
come back to my room.

You can try out
a Roll Away Bed.

(chuckles)

Oh, Candace,
I do appreciate the offer,

but there's only one woman I'm
interested in seeing right now.

What are you doing?!

(shrieks)

Roll away, dear Candace.

Roll away.

(indistinct radio
communication)

LLOYD: Narcotics are missing.
Why did he even dump the van?

It's not like you can even
see the bodies stacked up
in the back from outside.

No gas. Meat wagons have
their own fueling facility.

An out-of-state ambulance
at a gas station would draw

too much attention.
He's a smart little bastard.

Those the personal effects?

Yeah. Cash is gone.

I mean, what could
he have gotten

these guys for,
a hundred bucks?

Can't get far on that.

Hey, yo, one of these bags
gonna have a cell phone.

No one spends all day

in a car without a phone.
Even crackheads got cell phones.

I'd check into that.

Jules, run the phone records
of any cell

registered
to an Arthur Bradshaw.

He's one of our dead EMTs.

Local police say each EMT was
shot once in the head.

Body count four,
seven rounds left.

He might do lot more damage.

He definitely could do
a lot more damage.

A call was placed with
the deceased EMT's phone

after their bodies were found.

I texted Charlie the number
Bagwell called.

Got it.

Hi. You've reached Lorraine.

Leave a message and I'll call
you when I can. Later.

Guarantee you that's
the woman he got all
dressed up for.

We just gotta follow
the tail trail,

and that'll take us
right to T-Bag.

Might be the woman
on the machine,

or there could be another woman
Bagwell was meeting.

Who?

The one he pushed out
of a moving car.

Hit just came in. She was found
on the side of a state route.

Amazingly, the survivor
was able to I.D. him.

She's at a hospital
not far away.

Okay. Ray, you and Lloyd
go to the hospital.

The rest of us, we'll go
check out Lorraine

from the answering machine.

(buzzing)

Did you notify
the next of kin?

Well, do it, 'cause there's
family waiting for somebody

that's not coming home tonight.

(chuckles)

(humming)

(knocking on door)

Yeah?

Hi, I'm Henry Pope.

I'd like to talk to you

about the exciting world
of franchising.

What's your name,
friend?

Wayne Garrett. Listen, we just
got home and we're tired, so...

WOMAN:
Who's at the door, baby?

It's nobody, Lorraine.
I'll be there right there.

Actually, Wayne,
payback's at the door.

WOMAN:
Wayne? Wayne?

Wayne!

He said there was a woman
he wanted to see,

then he pushed me out.

Did he say anything else?

No. He took something.

A ring.

He needs money
to get outta the country.

Convention center was
just a few miles away

from where he ran
outta gas.

In a suit, he could blend in;
he saw an opportunity.

It's just bad luck,
Ms. Plum.

He might try
to pawn the ring.

I don't care. It's costume.

Worth nothing.

Doctors say he drugged me.

You're lucky he did;
it made you limber

and able to withstand
the impact.

That and the fact
that he pushed you down

a snowy embankment.

He was so nice to me.

I really thought he liked me.

This guy has killed

four people since he's
escaped-- that we know about.

I know it sounds sick,

but you're probably
still alive today

'cause he did like you.

Open up.
U.S. Marshals!

Damn! Homeboy looks
like a Swiss Army knife.

(phone rings)

DuChamp.

It's me. Bagwell confirmed
to Candace Plum

that he's going after a woman.

I know. Think
he already found her.

All right, we're on our way.

Look at the pain he was
put through;

the torture, the degradation.

Bagwell had his fun
before he shot this guy.

(inhales)

Yeah, he also pee'd on him.
Nasty.

He was mad that this guy stole
his sweet Lorraine.

He wanted him to suffer.

This was a very, very
personal killing.

Two more rounds.
He still has five left.

And look what he can do
with knives.

RAY:
She still has
her jewelry on.

He took a ring from a woman
he turned into a tumbleweed.

Why steal jewelry from one
person but not the other?

"Wayne Garrett."

He wrote something down.

You been watching too many
Law & Order eps, Raymond.

CHARLIE:
Hold on a second.

He left this pen on
top of this notebook.

Maybe he leaned
on it when he wrote.

There's indentations.
Can you give me that cleaner?

"Tenpence Bryan."

See, that's some

Charlie Chan
shit right there, Ray Ray.

Jules, get on NCIC
and run

the nickname Tenpence Bryan,

see if you come up with
anything.

If it's important enough
for him to write it down,

then maybe that's where
Bagwell's headed next.

SHEA:
Raging Bull?

See? It's these boxing movies
that make white folk

think boxing is still
their sport.

Jake LaMotta,
Rocky Marciano,
Willie Pastrano...

Anybody since
polio was cured?

JULIANNE: Got a hit.
On the nickname?

No, on Bagwell.

Guy fitting his description was
seen racing through Bryan, Ohio,

only two towns over from where
you are now,

in a green Skylark.

I checked DMV records;

Lorraine Rome, your female DOA,
owns a green Skylark.

Hold on a second.
Did you just say Bryan, Ohio?

Okay, check all the streets
named "Pence" and "Bryan"

"Pence Road, Pence Boulevard

Pence Avenue?

And I know what your next
question is.

There is a Ten Pence Avenue
rented by a Rodney Johnson.

Okay, call the local PD
and wait for them here.

Ray, we gotta
follow up on this.

(gunfire popping)

(explosion)

Damn!

Nice to meet you,
Rodney Johnson.

(Rodney grunts)

Huh.

(grunts)

Time to feel as much pain
as you've caused.

Missed him. Damn it!

Blood on the wall.

Done the math. We got one guy

with one hand who's killed six
people in less than one day.

We've never dealt with somebody
like this before.

RAY: Who tears
the corner off a calendar

before the month's over?

There's the part
with the address on it.

This is where he's heading.

RODNEY: Ah! My foot's stuck!
I can't move!

T-BAG: Get a move on, boy!
Pick up those feet!

Please, man, I don't even know
what I did to you! Please!

It's not what you
did to me, Rodney.

Bagwell, freeze!

(Rodney gasps)
Help me!

(screaming)

Get him outta there!
I'm going after Bagwell!

(gunshot)

(yelling)

Oh! Help me!

It's busted!

I can't hold on!
I can't hold on!

Hold on!

(yelling)

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

We've been keeping track
of your ammo, Bagwell!

You got one shot
left in the clip!

Help me, please.
Grab my hand.

I can't hold on.

Charlie, get down here,
or this guy's gonna die.

(yelling continues)

Charlie,
get over here now!

RODNEY:
Aah! Please!

I can't hold on!
Please! Please!

Charlie!

Oh! Oh!

(screams)

No!
(squishing, cracking)

No!

(rhythmic, mechanical chugging)

Yeah, I hired Rodney
about a month ago.

Doesn't talk much,
decent worker.

That's why I don't
hire family men.

Survivor claims would put my
premiums through the roof.

Mm. How sensitive.

Did Johnson ever mention
the name Theodore Bagwell?

Ah, doesn't ring a bell,
but, uh, like I said,

Rodney was only
here for a month.

Check with his
last employer.

He was there a
couple of years.
Who was that?

Uh... Willis County
Nursing Home.

The one thing I do
remember him talking about

was how much he
hated that place.

Look, uh, I gotta go help the
accident investigator now.

Hey, Jules.

Rodney Johnson worked
at Willis County Nursing home.

So did Wayne Garrett. I saw
an I.D. badge at his apartment.

Into it.

Now, Bagwell wasn't
after any girl.

He was after these two guys
for some reason.

Run Willis County
Nursing Home.

Okay, uh...

nothing unusual
about the nursing home.

No citations,
nothing remarkable

about the employee
or patient lists.

What do you think about that?

I think Charlie and I have to go
check out this nursing home.

Thanks.

Why couldn't I wait in
the lobby with Shea and Erica?

Because you're a doctor,
and you speak hospital talk.

This is not
a hospital, okay?

This is a pickup bar
for the Grim Reaper,

and everybody's putting out,
all right?

You guys, I'm totally putting
my mom into one of these places.

You must be the marshals.
I got your message.

I'm Susan Dannon,
the home's director.

Deputy DuChamp, this
is Deputy Zancanelli.

I still can't believe the news
about Wayne and Rod.

Any information on them--

even if you think is minor--
could be important.

Didn't really know them
that well.

They were fine workers,
but they quit.

Job just wasn't the right fit.

Mm, that's a lie.
Excuse me?

The workup we did on both
these guys shows a failure

to graduate high school, with
very limited work experience,

so scrubbing bedpans
and changing sheets

is about the best
they could hope for.

There's no way they quit
because it didn't fit.

I won't stand here
and be called a liar.

Okay, liar, but you just
backed up a bit

when you said that. That's a
physical avoidance marker.

It's a sign of someone
who's not telling the truth.

Look, lady, I just saw a guy
get turned into chowder today.

So get straight with us,
or I'll have to cuff you

and drag you out
of this raisin ranch.

Oh, this is a small town,
and people need this hospital,

and we can't afford any fines.

You're trying my patience.

Nothing was ever proven.

There were accusations.

It's irresponsible

for me to talk
about it if...
Ray. Bracelets.

Hands behind your back.

Hey! Okay. Please.

Please.

Wayne and Rod
were suspected of...

inappropriate...

physical contact

with a mentally-challenged,
geriatric patient.

Maybe even stole
some of her jewelry.

It was a horrible set
of circumstances.

She-She had
dementia and cancer.

Was in and out
of consciousness.

She-She couldn't even
defend herself.

How did you find out
about this?

Luckily, she was

lucid enough
to tell a supervisor.

Wayne and Rod
were fired immediately,

and charges
would have been filed

if the patient hadn't slipped
into a comatose state.

Without her testimony,
the case was closed.

And what happened
to the lady?
She had been

shipped up here from Alabama

when her last known
viable relatives died.

I went out of
my own pocket,

transferred Mrs. Bagwell
to St. Victoria's,

a small state hospital
in New Jersey.

I did not want that woman
to spend the last

of her remaining days
inside the facility

that failed
to protect her.

Did you just
say Mrs. Bagwell?

Yes. Why?

Thank you very much.

Those guys were
Granny Grabbers?
If I knew,

I would never have tried to get
him out of the rock crusher.

Hey, somebody messes
with your family,

you do what you got to do
to make it right.

Does that include all
the innocent people

that T-Bag hurt to get

to Garrett and Johnson?

Okay, here's the thing.

The woman we just talked to
said that Mrs. Bagwell

might have had some jewelry
stolen from her,

in addition to the other
indignations that she suffered.

Now, uh, the reason
Bagwell didn't take any jewelry

from Lorraine,
after he killed her,

was that he already had
the replacement ring-- it was

the costume jewelry that
he took from Candace before

he pushed her out of the car.

You see, this is why
Bagwell is so fascinating.

He pushes a woman
out of a moving car,

but not before he gets
a ring for his mother,

which he clearly intends
to give to her in person,

before she dies,
which is going to be very soon.

Him going to see her
is a big risk.

But he is going, okay? Why else
would he get all cleaned up?

He wants to look respectable
the last time

he sees the woman
who brought him into this world.

I tell you, T-Bag is going
to see his mama.

Okay, you guys,
go around back.

Ray and I will
head down this way.

Remember, be careful.
He still has one round left.

Excuse me, darlin'.

I'm here to see
Audrey Bagwell.

I'm sorry, sir.
Visiting hours are over.

All the patients are asleep.

I'll be quiet as
a church mouse.

I'm sorry, sir. You're going
to have to come back tomorrow.

Sweetheart, there ain't
no tomorrow. Not for me.

Or you. Now, you listen
to me, Nightingale.

You find my mama's
room number

or you're gonna wind up in
a bed right next to her,

understand?

Point and click.
Point and click.

Hurry the hell up.

Right here. 209.

Hey! Stop right there!

Ray, he's going
out the south stairwell.

(gasps)

U.S. Marshals. Listen.

Put the hospital on lockdown.
Cut off all exits and elevators.

Do it.

(both grunt)

(grunts)

(groaning loudly)

One round left.

CHARLIE:
Bagwell!

(grunts)

He's on the other side
of the hospital!

East wing.

LLOYD (over speaker):
He's running down the East Wing.

T-BAG:
Mama!

Mama! Mama!

Mama!

Let me look at her.

Let me look at her!

Let me
look at her!

You have no idea
what they did to her.

Let me look at her!
Let me see her!

Get his arm.
Get his arm.

I got his other arm.

You want to
calm down? Huh?

(growling)
You want to calm down?

We got you.

Cuff him.

We're good.

(grunts)

RAY: You got him?
CHARLIE: Yeah.

(T-Bag groaning)

(gasps)

T-BAG:
She hears my voice.

(whimpering):
Mama...

Come on. Let's go.

She didn't do anything wrong.

She's the victim.

Hey!

You're nothin'
but a disease.

And if it was up to me, I'd
stick that stump up your ass.

But your mother didn't
do nothing wrong.

Come on.

(panting)

In my pocket.

Please.

Make it quick.

(panting)

(crying quietly)

I got 'em, Mama.

I got 'em.

(sniffles)

Now...

I won't be
seeing you in Heaven...

...but you enjoy it
for the both of us, okay?

(sobbing)

All right.

You like Floyd Patterson?

Man could box.

How 'bout Tyson?

Man could hit.

Both trained by Gus D'Amato.

Suck it.

Those who can't do, teach.

You might want
to get your zoot suit on.

Van to Maybelle'll
be here soon.

Yeah, before I catch
that ride, I, uh,

I almost took a 22-caliber
tattoo right here today.

Okay? I'm doing this to get
to my daughter faster,

not the cemetery.

So if the cases keep
being like this,

this "one month off" thing
needs to get jacked up.

This whole "one month off" thing
is all you're ever gonna get.

There's no renegotiations.

This week it
was a killer.

Next week,
it'll be a rapist.

The week after that, who knows.

At least the
coffee's free.

Transpo will be here
for him in 30 minutes.

Lowery better do something
or he's gonna miss his chance.

Uh-huh.

Are you a doctor?

'Cause you've got the arrogance
of a white coat.

I'm an MD.

Uh...
(clears throat)

And a PhD.

Ooh. You got more letters
than the alphabet.

Good for you.

You here
to analyze me, Doc?

Fix me up before I go back
to the animal factory?

Ask me some probing questions?

Find out how I go ticktock?

You want to know
if I kill with ease

because my daddy raped
his retarded sister

and I got spit out,

slightly more useful
than the afterbirth?

Or maybe it's
'cause I didn't make captain

of the gridiron gang.

Never had
a Cherry Valance of my own.

Or maybe 'cause of
the bookworm queens,

who later grow up
to be PhMD's,

stared down their noses
at me so much

I thought the sun was
a big, old snotball.

Or maybe it's 'cause when
I watch a man die at my hand,

I finally feel
Theodore Bagwell matters

more than all those gnat's asses
in the world.

Because I know,

dear, kind doctor,
that in that moment,

nothing matters more

in that soon-to-be-dead man's
eyes than I!

Because I...

I am his gatekeeper

to life or death.

Well?

Is it that menagerie of misery

that makes me so special
a case study, Doc?

Is it?

You know it's not, Theodore.

When we started
this case...

...I thought I was going
to get some great insight

into why you are
the way you are--

a look into
a complex psyche,

a glimpse into
the neurological map of a madman

that could show some light
on some bigger truths,

that could maybe help
other sick people one day.

As I got up-close and personal
with you, and your handiwork,

I found a truth.

It was a small one, though.

As unexciting
as it may sound,

some machines just come out
of the factory broken.

You're a
broken machine.

(sighs)

No shit.

(barks)