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(indistinct radio transmission)

(alarm buzzing,
tools whirring)

Hey!

(tool clanking)

When you gonna be done?

Shit, boss, transmission's shot.

Four days.
Maybe more.

Make it three
or go to the hole.

Seriously, Warden's
up my ass on this.

Fine, but I'm gonna need
some help.

Fischer's got the skills.

(whistles)
Hey, mouth breather.

Get over here.

Fischer,
you're reassigned.

This car's top priority
for both of you.

Get it done.
three days.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for looking out.

(hands slap)

You got it.

(coughing)

(sniffling)

(sniffling)

Good to go down here.

I'm just about finished, too.

Gotta tighten
down the compression valve.

Make sure it's perfect.

The warden's wife and his mother
are driving it out.

OFFICER (over radio):
351, inbound. Five minutes ETA.

GUARD:
Hold up!

Thank you.

Oh, no, not me.
I don't sit in the front.

Not the way she drives.

When is the last time
you cleaned this thing?

Looks like a tornado
rolled right through it.

(radio playing)

Cruz, Fischer, where the hell
are you guys?!

Hey, you better get the hell
out here and clean this mess up.

Oh, my God,
the seat's moving!

The what's moving?

You, know what, Mom?
You're officially senile.

Congratulations.

(shrieks)

Will you stop?!

Open the door! (shrieks)

Will you just...? Oh, my God!

(both screaming)

(screaming continues)

(shrieking)

I need your purse
and your phone.

Sorry, granny.

(screaming)

GUARD (over P.A.): Lowery,
Floyd, clear for visitation.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I'm ready to talk about...

...what was on my computer.

The articles...

...concerning
Gary Margolis...

and how that pertains to me.

Okay. Um...

let's start with, first of all,
it's huge that you're here.

I'm letting go
and trusting you, Lloyd.

Okay.

Who's Gary Margolis?

When I was eight, Margolis
kidnapped my cousin.

We were walking back
from the park

to her house.

He pulled up
in a van and...

tried to grab me.

I broke free and ran.

I thought that she was
right behind me.

That was the last time
I saw her.

That's awful. I'm so sorry.

You're familiar with the term
"Survivor's Guilt"?

All right, well,
I'm just gonna

say a statement, Julianne,

and you tell me
if you agree or disagree:

You deserve to be happy

because what happened
is not your fault.

I disagree
with the first part...

...and I've never thought about
the second part you said.

Try to think about it now.

(text alert sounds)

Um...

It's Ray.
We have a runner.

Great.
But, wait, listen.

Now, you have turned
a corner here, Julianne.

We both know this.

Promise me that
even if you get scared,

you'll keep pushing forward.

I promise.

Hey...

mister.

Did I see Jules at
Maybelle earlier?

I... don't know.

See? That's why
you suck at gambling.

You have the worst
poker face ever.

The Doc finally scammed
a conjugal?

She was probably
just registering

our time off
with the warden, you guys.

Uh-huh.
Bow chica bow-gow.

The only visitor I had this
morning was my mother,

and I don't discuss
conjugals, so...

Wait. That came out wrong.
Wait.

All right, let's get moving.
Meet our runner Benny Cruz.

An OG in the Eastside
Royal gang, serving life

for the murder
of two rival gang bangers.

Cruz killed a fellow inmate
in the prison motor pool,

and then escaped in a car
with the warden's wife

and mother inside.

Both were left unharmed.
He did steal their purses.

No hits yet on the credit
cards or cell phones.

They're lucky
he didn't kill them, too.

He might as well have.

He messed with the
Warden's family...

Trust me, Cruz is a dead man
when he gets caught.

He's already a dead man.
He has got lung cancer.

Stage-four small cell.

Prison hospital records indicate
he's got two,

maybe three months to live.

Then we better get cracking

and find him before he croaks

and we don't get our month off
for capturing his ass.

The most dangerous
runners are

the ones that got
nothing to lose.

Okay, so we got a bar of soap.
Don't drop that, hmm?

Uh, pomade.
Classy.

Two-month-old newspaper.
Timely.

A Bible with underlined
passages. Hmm.

And... Oh, it looks like we have
a budding Michelangelo.

St. Michael
the Archangel.

Yeah, he's a real
Renaissance man.

Being a fugitive's hard enough
when you're healthy.

The state this guy's in,
he doesn't have a shot.

That's not entirely true,
Dr. Do Very Little,

because with some cancers
you're as healthy as an ox

till the day you die.

If I only had
a couple of months

to live,
I'd break out, too.

Do everything I always wanted to
but never got a chance.

Your bucket list?

My what?

Your bu... uh, bucket list.

From the movie.

It's an outstanding film.

Never heard of it.

Look, he's still
a gang banger

who probably hasn't
set foot outside

where he grew up
near Morningside Park.

It's not like he's
gonna move to Paris

to live out
his last days.

He has one surviving
relative, an uncle.

Yeah, who's also a high-ranking
gang member of the Royals.

No way he's
telling us anything.

We shouldn't
go see that guy.

Also because you had
beef with the Royals?

And there's that, too.

From your gangster days, is that
what we're talking about, Shea?

Eee...

We're going
to see the uncle.

Get dressed.

Hey, so, I think that our next
step should be something...

Lowery! Let's go.

Let me have
a pack of gum.

Strawberry if you got it.

Can I get a receipt?

You gonna write off
a pack of gum?

Every little bit counts.

(car horn honks,
man whistles)

Car's done!

She looks good.

What the hell
are you doing?

I need your car.

(engine revs, tires squeal)

SHEA: Ray, we're in prime
Royal gang territory.

I'm not down with this.

You'll be all right.
The Royals are

like Southern rednecks.

They hate three things:
black people,

the police and black people.

If one of them
recognizes me,

I'll be dead before Cruz.

That's why
you're staying
in the car.

Anything happens, you got
Lloyd here for backup.

Are you serious?

Ooh, I can handle
street gangs, buddy.

I was in a production
of West Side Story

and I will be a Jet
from my first cigarette

to my last dying day.

I'm a dead man.

(indistinct conversation)

Hey, what's up?

I'm looking for a
Roberto Menchaca.

Yo, Roberto!

A cop's here.

They're called, uh,
police officers, young man.

U.S. Marshal, actually.

Where's your
customer service?

You like some water,
soda... cerveza?

No. I want to talk about
your nephew, Benny...

in private.

If I had a few months

to live, I've narrowed
my wishes down to three.

Yeah, my wish is that
I wasn't sitting here

like black target
practice right now.

First, is to play in the
World Series of Poker,

proudly...

proudly wearing...

a flame shirt.

Knock yourself out, Lloyd.

Shea, what would be
your dying wish?

I'll take my girl
to the penthouse of the Plaza,

pull down the blinds
and ride it out

till the end.

Which might be coming soon,
if you don't pay attention.

These dudes don't play.

"Ride it out"-- is that
a double entendre?

Yeah.

(men hooting, catcalling)

MAN:
Whoa. Look at this.

Never seen you before.

Where you from?

I'm Chewey's cousin...
from Flushing.

Flushing, wow--
what are you doing

all the way over here?

My man's getting out
of Riker's tomorrow.

Wanted to set him up
with some new rims.

What's the matter?

You don't,
you don't take cash?

Fine.

Whoa. Hold up, ma.
Hold up.

Hold it, hold it.

(sighs)
Check this out.

We got this five-o
in the back, I'm a
little off my game.

Don't take it out on me.
No, that's my bad, baby.

Let me show
you some rims.

Yo, take the car.

Yeah, so, check it out.

We got these 24s, right here,
it's got a nice lip.

It's a really dope, sick rims;
they're nearly sold out

but I could hook you up.
You got the new Asantis?

Ooh. Those things are,
like, a couple of stacks.

They're like five grand a set.

I know what my man wants.

(quiet chuckle)

Bet you do.

Give me a sec, let me
see what I come up with.

All right.

ZANCANELLI:
Cut the good guy act.

I know all about you

You're a two-striker with
ten felonies on your record.

I reformed myself.

I always say, it's
never too late to change.

Your cousin had
everybody thinking he
was reformed, too.

Till he broke out.

Tell me where he is,

or I'll have every
agency you could think of

tearing this place apart.

I don't know where Benny is,

but even if I did...

a Royal never
betrays their own.

Where's the reformed
Roberto that you were
just telling me about?

He's telling you
to kiss his brown culo.

Now if we're done here,

I got this fine
little piece of ass

coming over in
about an hour.

Works for the NYPD.

Tells me everything
I want to know

as I'm bending her
over my desk.

Well, maybe if you
had another inch,

she would've told
you I was coming by.

If I find out
you're hiding him,

I'll be the one
bending you over that desk,

slapping the cuffs on you.

Okay?

See? I told you
he wasn't gonna talk.

We came down here
and risked my life for nothing.

You get the memory card?

ZANCANELLI:
Oh...

(imitates Yoda):
patience, young Jedi.

Patience, young Jedi.

It's Yoda.

Yeah... I got that.

Star Wars marathon
last night.

Finally got cable
in my apartment.

SHEA:
Only one black guy

in that whole movie
and they make him a traitor.
LLOYD: Calrissian,

please.
(inhales deeply)

(imitates Chewbacca)
(chuckles)

Cancel the rest of my afternoon.

I'm heading to the Colony Club.

All right, sir.

Hey, you're
Thomas Kelly, right?

If you're looking
for representation,

you have to make
an appointment.

I just got
one question.

(sighs)
Okay, make it quick.

When you know your
client raped a girl,

and you still get him off,
does that make you feel good?

Okay, pal,
we're done here.

Does the money
they pay you

make you forget
that you're evil?

You have gang-related tattoos.

Why don't you
take a look at your own life

before you start
judging other people.

I already have.

(screams)

(woman screams)

(onlookers clamoring)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Security guard
gave a description

that matched
Cruz's prison photo.

She saw him leave
the building with Kelly.

Security guard saw him?

Yep, walked
right by him,

signed in under
his own name.

It's like I said, the
most dangerous runners

are the ones that
got nothing to loose.

I can think of
a bunch of people

that would want
to kill their lawyer,
if given a chance.

Yeah, but he's
not Cruz's attorney.

I mean, Kelly represents
high-end clients, not street
level thugs like Cruz.

Well, this wasn't
a robbery gone wrong.

You don't sit in a lobby
with a bunch of witnesses

just to grab somebody's wallet.

He stabbed the guy
half a dozen times

with a pair of scissors,
he's upset about something.

(phone rings)

(over phone): Greg...
Go ahead, Jules.

Scanned the security memory card

and the uncle's phone records
for the last 48 hours.

No sign of Cruz.

All right.

I'm on the run, dying,

take a detour to kill
a lawyer I've never met?

What kind of plan is that?

Cruz would've seen
a prison hospice worker.

Maybe they'll be able
to shine some light

on what he was thinking
before he broke out.

I'll have the
prison send over

Cruz's hospice
worker, ASAP.

That's good.
(clears throat)

(whispers):
So what I was thinking...

Lloyd, I-I can't understand you.

What I was thinking...
Mm-hmm.

...was since
Margolis's parole is coming up,

maybe you should
write something for it.

Now, not only will
this reduce his chance
of getting out,

I also think it'd actually
be really therapeutic for you.

Done.

Really?

Yeah.

Good. Good.

Hey, Martin.

What's up?

Leave me alone, Officer.

I'm minding my business.

Hey man, you think
I'm a cop, just ask me.

I gotta tell you.

Are you a cop?
Nope.

(scoffs)
Let me ask you
a question.

I got some candy in
my car, you want it?

Hey, man, what
is your problem?

You like dogs?
Cause I just got

a brand-new puppy,
why don't you come
check him out?

But you can never
tell your parents

about this because
I will hurt them.

I know you
don't want that.

Beat it.

By the divine power of God,

cast into Hell,

Satan and all
evil spirits of this world.

So, what did, uh,
you and Cruz discuss

during your sessions?

Sorry, but I can't break
patient confidentiality.

It's against
my medical code.
Okay.

Uh, it's Remy Coulston,

Elmira Prison
Hospice Counselor.

She treated Cruz.

So, uh, first of all,
you're not a doctor.

I, on the other hand, am.

So instead of me wasting time

listing my many
impressive qualifications...

Trust me. And he can go on
for days about that.
I will.

So let's try this again.

What did you
and Cruz talk about?

His childhood.

Mostly about
his mother getting killed

or about his involvement
with the Royals.

Traumatic events
in early childhood

can create a dual
psychopathology.

After the trauma, a tough,
closed-off person

emerges, giving one a
false sense of control.

The purer self is tossed
aside and forgotten.

Cruz is very aware

of all the pain
he had caused

and he expressed
nothing but regret

for that part of his life.

More like regret
for getting caught.

Convicts are people
with hearts and souls,

whether you choose
to acknowledge that or not.

(knocking on door)

(clears throat)

Were there any negative
cognitive schemas

that Cruz
just couldn't let go of?

In the beginning,
he felt doomed,

flip-flopping between
intense sadness

and uncontrollable
anger and fury.

But then there came a point,
about two months ago,

where a calmness
came over him.

What seemed like
a real sense of peace.

As if he'd come
to terms with...

Mr. Heart and Soul may have
just dropped another body.

Excuse me.

ZANCANELLI:
Is this the guy you saw?

Yeah.

I was dropping
off towels

when he walked
out of the room.

MANAGER:
Right past me.

Real intense look
on his face.

Cruz really took
it to this guy.

I got blood
everywhere.

You know how much
it's gonna cost
to clean this up?

You don't seem too upset
about your tenant.

I won't loose any sleep
over a dead pedophile.

Only reason I tolerate
it is 'cause the state

pays me to house
all these perverts.

This place houses
registered sex offenders?

Grouping together a bunch
of sexually deviant criminals,

I can't imagine what
could go wrong, sir.

This place is filled
with sex offenders.

Why did he go after
this one particular pervert

and not anyone else?

Well, guy next door
said the victim was
a chain smoker.

Could've been the
only person standing
outside of his room.

You usually keep Bibles
in these drawers?
Yeah.

Replaced the one
he left in his cell.

So he bashes the guy's head in,
and then reads some scripture?

That's kind of mixed signals.

Cruz is stuck
in the bargaining stage

of death right now, unable
to accept his past sins...

Then he'll know murder
is a cardinal sin,

not a path to redemption.

Very good, Raymond.

I wouldn't have
pegged you as a churchgoer.

Every Sunday, dickhead.

All the sketches
in, uh, Cruz's cell

were of the Archangel Michael,
the captain of God's army,

and he was sent here
to rid the world of darkness...

holy shit.

What?

Okay, this is
a new one for me, you guys.

I've never
read about a case like this

much less
encountered one myself.

Cruz is trying to kill
his way into Heaven.

ZANCANELLI:
Great.

Explain to me why
we're trying to stop Cruz.

I mean, he's killing
dirt bags.

I say let him do
his thing.

Oh, I wonder how he feels
about ex-drug traffickers.

Should we slide him
your resume, Shea?

Regardless of who
he's taking out,

you can't appoint yourselves
judge, jury, and executioner.

Good point.

What's your tattoo
stand for again?

Hey, is that the Chinese symbol
for hypocrite?

I still got room
for one more, Shea.

Allegedly, though, right?

Hey.

Hey.

Crazy runner today, huh?

Yeah, aren't they all?

Okay. It was nice
talking to you.

(drawer closing)

Um, did you ever write

about what happened
to your father?

Uh, to help you deal with it?

I kind of dealt
with it in a more...

physical way.

Right. Yeah. That's right.

If you could do it over

and write something, would you?

I don't know, Jules.

What's-what's going on?

I just thought that I would talk
to somebody who's been there.

Um, Lloyd suggested

that I... put my thoughts down.

Lloyd is a socially-inept,
know-it-all,

self-centered pain in the ass

who likes to push
people's buttons.

Except for when
it comes to you.

I mean, he...

clearly cares about you,
and he's...

I will deny ever saying this.

He's probably the smartest
person we're ever going to meet,

so, if Rain Man wants you
to do something,

I'd probably listen.

Erica, I don't mean
to be rude,

but you didn't answer
my question.

There's, uh...

There's no do-overs
for this sort of stuff.

You deal with it,
or it deals with you.

...basically admitted that
C just killed those dudes.

Ray, we already went
through this stuff.

Then we'll go through it again.

And again until
we find something.

All right.

Whoa. The Cubs
swept the Mets?

That was two
months ago.

Doesn't matter.
They still suck.

How did Cruz get
a newspaper anyway?

I mean, most Max Shacks
only let you get

the news from the TV,
'cause if you roll one

of these bad boys up,
like so,

you can hide
some serious hurt up in here--

metal bars, shivs, shanks.

Handle your business.

Yeah, but why did
he keep it so long?

LLOYD:
I was thinking
the same thing.

The Metro section's missing.

I'll pull it up.

Where's all
the hooker ads at?

It's all on the Internet now.

What?
Yeah.

A sad day has fallen
upon the pimp game

when dude's
in minks and gators

got to know DOS to pimp ho's.

DOS?

Are you still rocking out
Commodore 64, Shea?

When was the last time
you used a computer?

It's been a minute.

JULIANNE:
I got a hit.

Which victim?

Both of them.

Their names were in that
missing Metro section.

Uh, an article
on an acquitted client

of Thomas Kelly's,
and a piece

on Martin Mitchell about, um,
motels housing sex offenders.

Okay, so he kept
this Metro section

in his cell for weeks,
studying it, obsessing over it.

Reading stories about bad people
he believed deserve to die.

And his hospice worker said
he found some peace,

like, two months ago.
That's when he found this

newspaper and came up

with his delusional plan
to get into Heaven.

What's the resumé on the inmate

Cruz killed during the breakout?

Um, a third-strike offender
raped and killed

an 80-year-old woman
during a burglary.

See? He started his plan
even before he broke out,

and he's gonna continue the plan
until he feels like

he's done enough good
to counteract his evils.

What else you got
in that Metro section?

Five more articles
involving a violent crime.

Uh, one's an AP article
so it's not local,

and two are where the perps
were killed in the act,

which leaves these two.

They fit Cruz's MO

and the general proximity
of his previous victims.

An assemblyman charged
with three counts

of spousal domestic violence.

Okay, and this one is

a drunk driver who hit and
killed an eight-year-old girl

and got away with it on
a faulty Breathalyzer.

Yeah, someone else
can take that one.

SHEA:
Kenneth Billingsley the Third.

That has got to be the whitest
name I've heard in my life.

Cruz should be easy to spot
in this neighborhood.

He spends his last few
weeks on earth doing this?

What would you do?

Or should I say, who?

Never really thought
about it before.

I'd just make sure my
daughter was taken care of.

Let's make a deal, okay?

Something happens to you, I
take care of your girlfriend.

And I'll keep an eye out
for your daughter.

Shake on it.

I'm serious.

Me, too.

Yes. Can I help you?

Are you Kenneth
Billingsley?

(laughs)
I hope so.

It's the name
on my birth certificate.

What can I do for you?

We're Special Agents
Erica B and Rakim.

We believe
you might be the target

of an escaped fugitive,
Benny Cruz.

I've never heard of him.

Why would he be after me?

Because you use your
wife as a punching bag.

Excuse me, young lady?

You heard what I said.

Someone should teach you
some civility.

Um...
Ooh.

Much as I would love
to instruct you myself,

today's schedule's
already spoken for.

Now, get off my property.

And you have yourself
a good day.

And I say we wait
for Cruz to show up,

let him kill this douche bag,
then we arrest him.

Keep moving, bitch.

Some bitches hit back.

You have yourself
a nice day.

(knocking on door)

Yeah?

You must be Michael Spillane.

What's it to you?

Was it worth it?

Running over that little girl
and killing her just so you can

get shit-faced and
drive on the road?

(grunting)

(grunting)

So, after the World
Championship of Poker,

I'd move on to dying
wish number two.

Now, Mom and I already
have it worked out, okay?

Fly first class
to Dublin, get a room

at the Country Cliffs
Bed and Breakfast.

One room?
It's more economical.

See some sites, kiss a
little Blarney Stone maybe.

You know the Irish piss on that?

I live in prison, Ray, okay?

If it's just a little urine,
I consider that a victory.

What about you?
What would you do?

Um, drive cross country,
just me and my daughter,

stop at the Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame.

Oh, yeah? Who's
your favorite band?

Culture Club, hands down.

* I tumble for you,
I tumble for you... *

Are you nuts?

It's Metallica.
That makes
more sense.

Hey, listen, while
I have you here,

uh, I might need
a little favor.

For Julianne, to kind
of help move her along.

Whatever she needs.

(gunshot)

(gun cocking)

Went out the window!

Benny! Freeze!

(engine roaring)

ZANCANELLI:
He drove off

in a black Cadillac,

heading south on Washington.

Alert local
and state police.
We've got a
serious problem.

Hold on, Jules. You think?
I nearly got runned over.

This fell off him.

Now, this is a
fentanyl patch.

It's pain medication that's 100
times stronger than morphine.

That means Cruz is gonna
get real cranky, real quick.

JULIANNE:
Radio dispatch reported

a hit on Cruz moving down
Rockwell in Jamaica Queens.

Okay, that's near
Erica and Shea.

Dial them in, let them know
we're en route.

(coughing)

(yelling)

Come on!

(horns honking,
tires squealing)

JULIANNE:
Cruz is turning left on 13th.

(tires squealing)

Whoa. What are you doing?
She said 13th!

I got this.

Hold on.

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(engine roaring)

(tires squealing,
engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(tires squealing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens approaching)

(helicopter approaching)

Shea! Let's go!

(scoffs)

(horns honking)

(tires screech)

Hey, what the hell
you doing?

(groaning,
liquid trickling)

(panting)
No.

Good move! Yo, yo, yo.

(engine revving)

(baby cooing)

ZANCANELLI:
Yes.

Witness saw the victim put
a baby into the vehicle.

I want an Amber Alert
put out on every

silver four-door Volvo
in New York.

The end is near.

Not now, Lowery.

Cruz is trying to kill
his way into Heaven

by ridding the earth
of bad people.

I ran him. No record.

Just an average Joe
going about his day.

And that is why
this is the beginning

of the end for Cruz, okay?

In his mind, all the good
he did has been undone

by killing that
one innocent man.

The pain from his cancer
is getting greater

and greater while
his ability to be

functionally rational,
less and less.

We located the car, but no sign
of the kid or your fugitive.

Cruz touches that kid,
he better pray I don't

get my hands on him.

Can I help you?

I need forgiveness, Father.

Son, you don't look well.

Sit down and relax,

and we'll
talk it over, hm?

Give me Last Rites

or I send all three
of us to the afterlife.

We're splitting up
into a quadrant search.

We're working our way back to
the last place Cruz was seen.

(phone ringing)

Jules, give me something good.

JULES:
We found the baby.

(baby coos)

One second he's asking
for forgiveness,

the next, he's pulling a gun.

I thought, for sure, I was dead.

What do you think
stopped him?

Well, I told him
in order to be truly forgiven,

you have to be right
with your Creator.

It seemed to
resonate with him.

He kept saying,
"I was only 12.

I was only 12."

He handed me
the child

and walked
out of the church.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

He asked for
Last Rites.

Cruz is looking for a dark alley
to blow his brains out.

When did Cruz's
mother die?

When he was 12.

Okay, so the priest
said he needed to get

right with his Creator.

But, to Cruz, that
doesn't mean God.

That means the man who made him
into the monster he is today.

The man he's lived with
since he was 12.

Cruz is going
to kill his uncle.

Let's go.
Yeah.

Mi sobrino. ¿Que paso?

Don't do this.

Let me help you out.

You've helped enough.

CRUZ:
Don't move.

I'm sorry...

but this is the end.

Jules, I need blueprints of
the auto shop, front and back.

I remember the layout,
but I can't take any chances.

Ray, Cruz is unstable.

You trap him in there,
he'll react with more violence.

And a bunch of cops
descending on the place

is just gonna make
matters worse.

It's already worse.
I couldn't get a visual,

but heard someone yell for

everyone to shut up and not
move, and it sounded like Cruz.

He said everyone?

So it's just not his uncle.

He has innocent
customers in there.

This just became
a hostage situation.

Took a look through the front
door, I didn't see anyone.

Well, he might have them
in the back.

You find
any other access points?

There's a ventilation duct on
the east side of the building.

Limited visibility,
but it-it is something.

You storm in there, you're gonna
force him into a corner

and put whoever's inside
in more danger.

Cruz is unhinged.
You said so yourself.

Who's to say he won't kill
everybody in there?

Okay, you keep local
PD a block away.

I don't want anybody making
a move while we're blind.

You're gonna keep an eye
on the northwest exit.

Lowery, you're with me.

All right.
They're in the service bay.

Cruz has a gun.

Is it pointed at somebody
or is it at his side?

It's at his side,
but I'm not just

gonna wait here and wait
for him to make a move.

Ray, he doesn't know
what his next move is.

The last stage
of death is acceptance.

If he kills his uncle,
he'll be forced to look

at himself, maybe for
the first time in his life.

There'll be nobody
else to blame.

Let me talk to him.

Just 'cause you're
dying don't mean

you still can't be a bad-ass.

A bad-ass?

I'm not a bad-ass.

I'm a kid whose
life you destroyed!

Spare the drama, bro.

Where'd they keep you at,
woman's prison?

Where'd your balls go, homie?

(phone ringing)

That's probably the cops.

You remember them?

When they kicked in your door
and they took your pops away?

Who looked out
after you after that?

I did.

You repay me how?

(phone continues ringing)

Answer it!

They ain't gonna stop
calling until you do.

What?

Hey, Benny?

I got nothing to say.

Listen to me, man.
I'm a doctor.

I spoke to your hospice worker.
I saw your sketches.

I know why you killed
those people. I get it.

And more importantly,
God gets it.

That guy outside--
that was an accident.

I wanted his car,
but he fought me.

I know, I know, but listen,
it's not too late.

Okay? You can
set things right.

Just let those people go,
and all will be forgiven.

Blessed are those whose
lawless deeds are forgiven,

and whose sins are covered.

(grunting and gasping)

(coughing)

You can't hide
from who you really are.

You're a Royal
through and through.

You need to walk
out of here

and empty that clip
into every cop you see.

Go out a Royal.

Go out a legend!

Every kid in this neighborhood
will remember

your name for the next
100 years, you hear me?

Damn it.
LLOYD:
Do not listen
to your Uncle Benny.

He's never looked out for you
once in his life.

(panting)

He's right.

It's too late.

I'm going to Hell.

(panting)

(whispering):
He's falling apart, Ray.

I got to switch gears a little.

See if you can get him
to go to the mirror.

Benny, do me a favor.

I know it... I know it sounds
silly, but just trust me, man.

Walk over to the mirror

and take a look
at yourself, please?

(panting)

(panting)

Now the person
that you see in that mirror

is the Benny Cruz
that your mother

raised you to be.
He is still in there,

and he knows
he should let those people go.

I will deal with you
as you deserve,

because you have despised
my oath by breaking my covenant.

(gunshot)

Good job.

Transpo's in back.

Hey, you saw that?

Ray didn't have
to kill that guy, right?

Yeah, I got my month off.

See you.

I don't know what
to tell you, Lloyd.

Hey.

Here's what you
wanted me to write.

Doesn't feel like you left
anything out. It's good.

And I have a copy,
if you need it.

You want me to read it?

Not if you don't have to.

Then I won't.

(knocks twice)

What's up, Lowery?

I need to, uh, call in
that favor we talked about.

The one for Jules?
Yeah.

Would you see this gets

to the Attica Parole Board
by tomorrow, please?

Yeah, no problem.

Good.

(sniffles)

I was brought onto this team
because of my medical expertise.

What's the point
if you don't use it?

What are you talking about?

We used your expertise to
stop a convicted murderer

from dropping who knows
how many more bodies.

When we came onto
this task force, we were told

that our job is to chase and
capture, not question and judge.

And that's what I did.

Unless you're implying
that I wanted to kill Cruz.

Is that what you're saying?

Huh?

I'm saying I could have
gotten him out of there alive.

We'll never know, Lloyd.

Get changed.