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WOMAN:
The whole purpose
of a journal is to get you

to put your thoughts into words.

I don't expect Emily Dickinson.

Emily Dick-in-who?

(laughter)

I don't care how well you write,
just that you write something.

It's the only way
you're going to get

a positive evaluation out of me.

Bet it's not the only way,
Claire.

Emmy, please.

What's up, no cleavage?

Those hacks make you
put that stuff on lockdown

before you came
through the gate?

Come on, just pop
a few buttons, girl.

Give us a peek
at them handfuls.

You do have a flair for
colorful language, Emmy.

Maybe if you applied yourself,
you might have sold a novel

for a million dollars
instead of BJs for 20 bucks.

(others oohing)

I'll extend the deadline
until next week,

but bonus points if you turn
your journals in today.

Put it right there.

(shrieks)

(clamoring)
Guard, help me!

Guard! Guard, help!
Help, help!

(clamoring)

Code gray, classroom three.

(gasping)

(alarm buzzing)

20 years wasn't enough
for you, huh, Emmy?

You had to tack on
an assault charge?

Hey, you think that teacher
will be there today?

Try to rip her blouse off
at the arraignment,

see how far you get.

(groaning, farting)

Come on, Cait,
give a guy a heads-up.

Yo, don't try to
pin that on me.

You okay back there?

I need a bathroom real bad.

And there's one at
the courthouse, hon.

Come on. What about that
gas station up the street?

This isn't a family
road trip. Pucker.

(farting, gasping)

I don't think I'm gonna make it.
(farting)

(groans)
Sorry.

(guards groaning)

Oh, man! That bitch just
filled her drawers!

Oh, you pig!

MALE GUARD (coughing):
Let's go! Come on! Let's go!

Out, out,
out of my van!

Clear.

All right, you're on your own.

But we'll be right outside...

hosing out the van,
you disgusting pig.

Who's gonna wipe me, boss?

What? Oh, man!

(door closes)

You're wiping your
own damn self.

Oh! Lord, have mercy!
Whoo!

Damn!

Wash up good.

Oh! Mm-mm!

(groans)

What are you hiding?
Let's have it.

(gasping)

Who you calling pig, bitch?

(gasps)

Meet Emmy Sharp,
a true product of the system.

Went straight from foster care

to turning tricks
at the age of 16.

But Emmy apparently
got tired of

being taken advantage of
by her pimp,

so she organized the other
girls and tried to cut him out.

I can't imagine
that ended well.

Well, he beat her up
pretty good,

but she's a stubborn one.

She waited for him
to fall asleep,

she doused him with gas
and lit a match.

That bought her 20 years.
I guess

she didn't want to wait that
long, or we wouldn't be here.

Wait till you hear
how she escaped.

Go ahead.
Tell 'em, Jules.

Why me?

Because it
grosses me out.

Okay.

Um...

Emmy attacked a volunteer
teacher in prison,

and then used her arraignment
as an opportunity...

to escape.

And according to her
cellie, she hoarded

30 packs of pistachios.
That's at least a pound.

I could eat a pound
of pistachios.
All at once?

'Cause that's what she
did 30 minutes before
went in the van.

The thing is, according
to her medical jacket,

she's mildly allergic
to pistachios.

Oh, my goodness.
You know what that means?

Yeah.
Then you can tell everybody
else what happened.

Pistachios are
a natural laxative,

especially if you're
allergic to them,

so, if she ate that many,
within 30 minutes,

she would need
to take a potty break.

And I'm talking
an emergency potty break, okay?

I'm talking evacuate
the villagers

'cause we have
a Chilean mud slide.

ZANCANELLI:
All right, we get it.

The point is,
transpo van had

to pull over, uncuff her
so she could get clean.

That teacher she attacked,
could Emmy be going after her?

Police units have checked in
with the teacher,

but it doesn't look like
the attack was personal.

Emmy just needed somebody
to press charges

so she could get out
for an arraignment.

This girl's clever
and violent,

and she doesn't care
who she has to hurt
to get her way.

Where did she get
the screwdriver?

ZANCANELLI: She smuggled it
out of the prison shop.

She used it to unscrew
the security screen

so she could get out
the back window unseen.

This isn't, this isn't
a flathead or a Phillips.

This a Torx driver.

They're actually
pretty uncommon.

How did she know she'd need
this to remove that screen?

Same way she knew where
to find the one toilet

on the 20-mile ride
to the courthouse.

Someone cased it beforehand,

knew kind of tool she needed,
and hid it there for her.

She's got outside help.

Okay. Let's comb through
her visitor logs, phone
records, everything.

Let's find out who's working
with this fecal freak.

Thought I told you to change.

I-I...

I'm gonna do that.

(door closes)

Can I talk to y'all
for a second?

Are you one of the millions
of people who suffer

from dry, ashy elbows?

Well, you are not alone.

My name is Sean Daniels

and I am pleased
to announce that I have
discovered the solution

for the ashy
elbow problem.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you...

This ought to be good.

I give you...

Elbow Savers.

Soft, fitted cups that cradles
your elbow with moisturizer

and eliminates the ash
while you sleep.

Are you having a stroke?

It straps on like this

so it doesn't rub off
on your sheets.

From ashy to classy, baby.

Elbow Savers.

The patent's pending, of course.

So what y'all, what y'all
think about that?

You feeling that?

I mean, I'm thinking
about moisturizing it

with, like, shea butter.

It's a play on my name,
"shea" butter.

But I really think,
it's gonna, you know,

take me to Fat Pocket City
once I'm out of prison.

Lloyd, get out here.
Hmm?

You just got a
postcard from Damien.

I got a postcard from the
psychopath that killed Charlie?

Where is it?
I want to see it.

You guys just
focus on the case

that we were assigned.
You come with me.

"Dr. Lowery, I did not have

sexual relations
with that woman."

This is a prank, right?
This came from one of his fans.

Or it came from Damien himself.

I have three others just like it
that all tested positive

for his fingerprints and DNA.
There's no postmarks.

It's 'cause he using
an anonymous mailing service.

I can't believe Damien Fontleroy
sent me three postcards

and you didn't tell me.
The first three weren't

addressed to you.
He's just trying to rile us up.

Besides, I gotta keep
you guys focused on
other runners.

You should've told me.

Lowery, if this team
isn't effective,

you go back
to maximum security.

Is that what you want?

Now, I'm telling you
about this one because

this one doesn't seem
like an idle threat.

It's different from the others.

Why is he quoting Bill Clinton?

How should I know?

Because you understand him
better than anyone else,

including the guys on the
task force that are hunting him.

Well, Ray, it's been a while.

And he's had time
to lay low and regroup, so...

I mean, if he's not killing
already, he will be soon.

(door opens)

Okay, so, Emmy only had one
repeat visitor,

and it was a fellow escort
that testified at her trial.

Jules is getting
the address now.

Can I see the postcard?

You try to figure out what
he's telling us.

Erica, you come
with me.

What, are you trying out
for Roller Derby?

Get changed already.

(electric guitar
plays rock rhythm)

If Emmy's hiding
out here,

she's not exactly keeping
a low profile.

(playing continues)

(man singing indistinctly)

See if it's open.

All right,
open it up.

* You're so beautiful *

U.S. Marshal!

Yo! Live here?

* You are so beautiful *

* And I want to tell you *

* What I just couldn't
tell you... *

U.S. Marshals. You know
a Kimberley Manning?

(shower running)
No.

Kimberly Manning, aka Ashlee?

Oh. (chuckles)
Ashlee.

Sure.

This is not what
it looks like.

No money changed
hands here.

I'm really not
the kind of guy...

I mean,
I don't need to...

All right, then go.
Yeah.

ERICA:
Learned Hand.

Well, that's the worst
band name ever.

Come on. Now! Let's go.
Get out of here. Beat it.
Yeah.

WOMAN:
* You've got hair of gold,
and I want to tell you... *

(knocking on door)
(chuckles)

Boy, you don't tire easy,
do you?

Learned Hand
just took a walk.

You Ashlee?

Get a robe on.

You telling me you
saw Emmy three times

in the last eight weeks,

and you know nothing
about a plan of escaping?

Honest, she never said
a thing about it.

Okay, then what did you guys
talk about?

Everything.
We were best friends.

You know, it's not right
what happened to her.

Rooster beat the piss
out of Emmy.

What she did to him
was just self-defense.

Rooster was her pimp.

Really? Not her mortgage broker?

Okay, killing a man in his sleep
isn't exactly self-defense,

and what she did to that
guard was flat-out murder.

If you had anything
to do with her escape,

that makes you an accessory.

If you weren't involved,
prove it.

Tell us where she is.

I don't know.

Okay, look,
you're her best friend.

She didn't tell you ever

she wanted to go
somewhere special?

Florida, Europe, Legoland?

Girls like us--
we don't make

too many long-term plans,
you know?

ZANCANELLI:
How about short-term ones?

What's the first place
she wanted to go

when she got out?
I don't know!

Sit down!

I don't know,
probably slash the tires

of the guy who ratted on her.

And who is that?
A john.

A regular she trusted
a little too much.

She told him
about killing Rooster.

Two hours later
the cops arrested her.

ERICA:
Okay, look, we need
to find this guy.

Emmy isn't the type

that just slashes tires,
you know.

Who is he?

You got a name?

All right,
Jules, track down

the homicide cops
who arrested Emmy.

We need to find their source.

This guy is in trouble.

(tires screeching)

All right, have
a good day today.

SHEA:
Lloyd, maybe Damien
quoted Clinton

'cause he's hiding out
in Little Rock, Arkansas.
Or maybe

you should go figure out why
your Elbow Savers launch

tanked so badly and let me
think, please, Shea.

ZANCANELLI (over speaker):
Jules, I need you
to double-check

the address for Emmy's regular.

There is no 307 Meadows Road.

Ray, I-I didn't say
307 Meadows Road.

Uh, Christopher Chaplin lives at

307 Meadows Terrace.

Jules, I got Meadows
Circle, not Terrace.

This has got
to be it.

Jules, you been able to get
this guy on the phone yet?

Nope, still going to voice mail.

(knocking)

(gunshot)

Christopher Chaplin?

Yeah.
Ray Zancanelli.

What can I do for you?
You know a prostitute
named Emmy Sharp?

Uh, honey, one second,
I'll take care of this, okay?

Geez.

How about
a little discretion, huh?

So you haven't had
any trouble tonight?

I will now.

(gasps)

Is it done?

Baby, it's only
getting started.

(chuckles)

Victim's name is Sean Lyons.

42, local businessman.

Shot once in the head
with a .38-caliber

sometime last night.
Killed him in the kitchen,

dragged his body
into the garage.

Probably wouldn't have
been missed for a while,

except his buddy stopped by
at dawn to borrow a golf club.

Ended up having his whole
game ruined instead.

Where's Mrs. Lyons?

Still trying to figure that out.

I've shown you mine...

We're chasing a runner
who assaulted Claire Lyons.

I'm guessing she's
involved in your murder.

Name's Emmy Sharp, just
booked out of Bedford Hills.

The chick that
messed her drawers?

Yep.

Well, that makes more sense
than my current suspect.

Works in the guardhouse.

He was on duty late last
night, so we woke him up

to find out if he saw anything,

and he starts
acting all squirrelly.

One of my guys matched
his shoe to a print

we found in the flower bed,
and he clams right up.

Won't say another word
until he gets a lawyer.

All right,
I'll call you back.

Was Jules able to
track Claire's phone?

No, she says the phone
is still in the house.

We're giving it a call now.

(phone line ringing)

(phone buzzing)

Trash is vibrating.

She threw it away.

Along with...

her IDs, credit cards...

Anything else in there?

Yeah.

Her wedding ring.

LLOYD:
So Old Hickory Bourbon's
a defunct brand.

It used to be distilled
in Philadelphia.

So is Damien in Philly?

I mean, that just
seems too simple.

Is that the
rent-a-cop's footprint?

What was he doing there?
The window's not jimmied.

Stay on that postcard, Doc.
I got this.

I see what happened here.

Uh, gentlemen, if you'll take
a closer look back there,

you'll see that this gentleman
left you a DNA sample

in the shrubbery, because he
stood at that window last night,

pleasuring himself with
his right hand. Right?

This is the masturbation expert.

ZANCANELLI:
Let's hear it.

SECURITY GUARD:
A motion alarm went off
in the booth.

Usually that means there's
a raccoon in the perimeter.

I went back there
to check it out.

While I'm back there,
I glance through the window...

and there's these two
hot women making out!

I'm gonna get fired
for peeping.

Well, beats fighting
a murder charge, Spanky.

Let's take a ride.
Yes, sir.

So Emmy and Claire
were K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Okay. Claire supplied the
screwdriver Emmy used to escape.

They're working together.
Ya think?

The absentminded professor over
here put it together already.

Wait, aren't you supposed
to be figuring out

why Damien is referencing
the Clinton scandal?

I'm trying, but I don't
really remember much from that

long national nightmare.
Man, how could you
forget about that?

That was on the news 24/7.

I'm sorry, Shea, uh...

maybe I was a little busy
back in, what, 1998?

I was fresh out of school, baby,

I was just starting
to make my mark...

interviewing criminals
like Damien Fontleroy.

Son of a biscuit.

...work your magic on it.

Hey, Jules, could you
contact Dr. Adam Sills

and get any video archives he
might have from the interviews

I did for the government study
in the winter of 1998, please?

I'm on it.

Thanks, Jules.

Did Sean keep the keys
in the office or the booth?

Uh, the booth, I think.

Well, this is long-term
parking, right?

We're gonna need a car that no
one's gonna miss for a while.

Yeah. This is long-term.

I got one last question:

does Sean bang an employee from
most of his parking garages,

or just this skank?

Ooh, I've always wanted
to drive a Mercedes.
(giggles)

Go!

I'm gonna need that back.

Where's Ray?

Look, Erica, I ain't saying
you got dry, ashy elbows,

but you gotta know
somebody else who has some.

We all do.

Elbow Savers could be a
thoughtful, inexpensive gift.

So how much would you pay
for something like that?

Where's Ray?

Hey. Sean's cell.

Filled with some pretty
racy texts and photos

sent back and forth to
a few different women.

SHEA: Whoo! Hound dog.
Neighbors say Claire and Sean
had a horrible marriage.

Never took her on the honeymoon
that he promised six years ago.

Always put work first.
Yeah, "work."

Well, no wonder Claire turned
to a woman for companionship.

She's a dutiful wife--
ostensibly heterosexual--

trapped in a frigid
and deceitful relationship

for years, until she's convinced
to try switch-hitting

by a professional
whose own flexible sexuality

is in itself probably just
a grab bag of predilections.

Or she could be a LURD.

Lesbian Until Release Date?

It's, uh, where a convict
resorts to being

homosexual on the inside,

and then switches
as soon as she gets out.

Are you saying Emmy's
gonna turn straight?

Or Claire.

She wasn't incarcerated, but her
marriage seemed like a prison.

I mean, it turned her gay, and
now that she's been released

from this bad relationship...

I've been looking through
Sean's bank statements.

Few grand in a couple of
accounts, but my guess is,

he's hiding the real money
somewhere else.

ZANCANELLI:
All right, Jules, there are
a couple of banks still open.

Has Claire tried to access
any joint accounts?

Doesn't look like it.

See, parking garages
are cash-heavy businesses.

And this guy's shadier
than an oak tree.

He's been audited twice by the
IRS, but they didn't find dick.

Homeboy's stacking
chips somewhere.

You know, the proverbial
coffee can in the backyard?

I bet you Claire figured out
where he buried it.

EMMY:
Okay.

B45, 46.

B47. Here it is.

All right.

All right.
Where's the other key?

What other key?

For the other lock.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

I-I went
in Sean's workbench,

I grabbed the key that
said "storage unit."

Damn it, girl!
It never even occurred to me

that there was gonna
be a second key.
Oh...

They're going to catch us
now, aren't they?
Claire!

We came up with
a good plan, all right?

And I believe in it.

I chalked up another body
on my scorecard

because I believe in it.

I believe in us.

Me and you,
through and through.

No lock is gonna
stand in the way

between you and me
and Montana.

You really think Sean's
gonna keep a pile of cash

in a cheap storage unit
instead of a safe-deposit box?

I don't know. All I know is,
the man's been audited twice.

He ain't keeping all
that guap in a bank,

I don't care how discreet
they say they are.

Sorry. You guys looking
to rent a unit?

Ray Zancanelli, U.S. Marshals.

A man named Sean Lyons
has monthly charges

to this facility
on his credit card.

I need to know if he's
keeping a storage unit here.

Ooh. Um... I don't know
if I'm allowed to

share that kind of
confidential information...

Well, you're gonna...

(gunshot)
What the hell?

Open that gate.

Come on. Come on.
Open the gate.

Stay in your office.

Do I leave the car
here, or what?

Sh...

LLOYD:
Okay, okay. Right is go,
left is no.

And... poop, ow.

Okay...

This is touchy.

Uh... okay.

(tires screech)

Oh, my God.

Okay.

(both laughing)

Take it!

(gunfire)

(Claire shrieking)

Go back!
Hold on.

(tires screeching)

(Claire shrieks)

Ten and two!

Ten and two, baby!

Hand over hand.

Ten and two.

(tires pop)

(laughs):
Oh!

(whooping)

This is why you don't have
a driver's license.

My first time with two lesbians
didn't go exactly how I planned.

Look, I already told you,
it's a black Mercedes C-class.

'09 maybe.

The front end is
all smashed in.

Just, you got to tighten
your noose.

They can't have gotten far.
How did you not see the spikes?

'Cause I don't have
X-ray vision, Ray, okay?

I can't see through cars.

How far out is
your air support?

Curb tore right through
their oil pan.

MAN:
My boss is
gonna kill me!

Who's gonna pay for all this?

You're kidding me.

They found the car
abandoned five miles away.

With a seized engine, no doubt.
Buddy, look, I
hope you're...

Sir, are you
kidding me?!

Go back inside!

Well, Thelma and Louise
either hitched a ride

or they stole another car.

I mean, these broads are nuts.

Th-They're shooting out
padlocks,

they're busting through fences.

Well, that's oxytocin in action.

It's the cuddle hormone, okay?

It's a neuropeptide
released by the hypothalamus

during sexual stimulation.

Women have five times more of it

than men do,
so basically

we're dealing with a pair

of huge over-stimulized brains.

SHEA:
Well, the bag they
took looked heavy.

They got away with about
30 pounds of something.

Let's hope it's not pistachios.

JULIANNE:
Ray?

What do you got, Jules?

Tell Lloyd his tapes are here.

The Damien interviews.

(people clapping, chattering)

WOMAN:
Keep your head in line!

Great, tighten up!

Great job!

Great, tighten up!

Make sure you spot!

Back in line.

Make sure you spot, Bo.

Try again.

Good job, tighten up!

Point!

Point the toes!

Squeeze!
Keep your head in line!

DAMIEN:
In seventh grade,
we had our first school dance.

I made out
with Barbara Blakeman.

She let me cut off
a piece of her hair,

and it excited me.

LLOYD:
What did you do with
her hair, Damien?

I took it home
and masturbated with it.

It gave me a sense of control.

What are we looking for?

This is the interview tape
from January 26, 1998.

Now, that's the day
Clinton publicly denied

any shenanigans with
Blue Dress McOnherknees.

I can't watch this dude.

We're just getting
to the heart

of the fragmentation
though, Shea.

He's about to reveal his
splinter psyche.

That's the point where
his infantile ego regressed

and his false self emerged.

I would look at it
over and over again.

Think about...

keeping her with me
for as long as possible.

Even if it was just

keeping a part of her.

Eventually, just a part
of her wasn't enough.

Did your parents ever notice
any of this abnormal behavior?

What makes you think
my parents would have

any idea about what's normal?

God, I was good.

I mean, my father had an excuse:
he's a visionary.

But my mother...

My mother...

She's the mad scientist
who made me.

Okay.

January 26, 1998.

This is the day Damien first
starts talking about his mother,

the person he's
convinced is

the source of
all of his...

shall we say complicated
feelings towards women.

He blames all of
his troubles on her.

So...
(sighs)

"I did not have sexual
relations with that woman."

That could be an
oedipal reference or...

...or, if Damien Fontleroy
is changing his M.O.,

he could be going
after his mother.

All right, Jules,
tell HQ we need

to put Damien's mother
in protective custody

and we need to
keep it quiet.

On it.
Good job.

Dude could be talking
about your mom, Lloyd.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

Come on, pick up.
Pick up the phone.

Pick up the phone,
pick up the phone...

Oh, you're there? Sorry.

Hey, Mother, are you okay?

I'm sure you would be better
if I'd call more often,

but I'm calling you right now...

Yes, I am flossing,
I promise you.

But listen to me, I have
something very important...

The task force has been staking
out Damien's mother for weeks.

Okay, it's-it's very important.

Have you seen anything unusual
in the past few days?

Weird people hanging around
the neighborhood,

anything strange at all?

What do you mean
you got a postcard?

(over speaker):
It was addressed to you,

which I thought was strange

since you don't
have any friends.

What did the
postcard say, Mom?

It's against the law to read
other people's mail, Lloyd.

Not that you care
what the law says.

Okay, Mother, I need you
to just lock the doors

and stay inside,
and we'll send someone to come

keep an eye on you.

Why? What's going on?

Doesn't matter. I just, I need
to see that postcard, Mom.

Do you remember
how to use the fax machine?

One, two!

Good job, guys!

Stunt practice is tomorrow.

Ice your bodies
and get some rest.

We are...

(rhythmic clapping)

ALL:
Rock stars!

(applause, murmuring)

That last eight
count was off.

Yeah, tell me about it.

We, like, never
stick that ending.

Well, you're
really close.

MAN:
Hey, buddy?

This is a closed practice.

Deputy DuChamp,
U.S. Marshals.

I'm here on
official business.

Oh, sorry. I didn't know.

Well, now you do.

So what's
the official business?

It's about your
dad, actually.

I need to talk to you.

(fax machine whirring)

Liberty Bell.

He's definitely hinting
at Philadelphia.

"Dr. Lowery,
Change is the law of life

"and those who look
only to the past or present

are certain to miss the future."

I hate this dickhead.

He's telling us he's changed.

Yeah, into more
of a psycho.

In a way, perhaps.
Remember, he's used to

murdering as
part of a team,

so now he's doing the
work of two psychopaths.

And he's gonna have
to change his M.O.,

because without Brent around,
he has no audience anymore.

All right, Jules,
get the task force on the phone.

Philly is the last thing this
son of a bitch is gonna see.

And what's going on
with our case?

Where the hell is
Emmy and Claire?

Uh, I'm still working
on Claire's computer.

The drive was completely wiped,

so data recovery
is taking forever.

SHEA:
That bag of theirs
is too heavy for cash,

so we got every bank
and exchange

in a 500-mile radius
keeping an eye out

for a large
precious metal transaction.

Made by two homicidal
lipstick lesbians.

Still no hits?

No hits.

Sweetheart, that's got to be
a half a million right there.

Where'd you two
get all this?

They're my grandmother's.

They're
her grandmother's.

If you're bringing this to
me, it ain't your granny's.

What you're doing is asking
me to fence stolen goods.

And the going rate
for a fence is 60%.

That'll work.

(chuckles)

Well, come on in.

(door buzzes)

I hope you don't
need small bills.

No, big is fine.

I like big.

How about a big gun,
you bitchface?

You and your girlfriend
are all over the news.

All right, just stay cool,
all right?

We can work
something out.

No kidding.

Now, here's my offer.

My cut is 100%,
and your cut is

I don't call
the cops.

You're worse
than my pimp.

(laughs)

(gunshot)

(gasps)

Baby.

(both chuckle)

You look really pretty today.

I used to date lots of...
pretty girls.

But they always bored me.

I hope you're not going
to bore me, Megan.

(whimpering softly)

That's a good girl.

(sighs)

Let's get you ready.

(sobbing softly)

I can't believe this whole
thing started with notes

passed back and forth
in a prison journal.

That prison journal
was crap, Claire.

This...

this is real.

(laughs)

Emmy, that journal...

(sighs)

...that wasn't crap.

All right, the things that
you wrote about your pimp,

those resonated
with me.

And I was finally able to
understand my marriage,

and I was able to
talk to you in a way

that I had never talked
to anybody before.

Claire, I...
No, listen.

I was scared before.

I was scared that
maybe this all

meant more to me
than it means to you.

No, don't-don't say that.

No, Emmy, I'm not
scared anymore.

I believe in the plan,

and I believe in us.

I can't believe
I killed a man.

Hey.

Do you remember the first time
that we kissed?

The utility closet?

(chuckles)

With the guards right
outside the door.

Just inches away.

Do you know
that was the first time

that I ever slept
through the whole night?

Like a baby.

And it was as if
those horrible prison bunks

were like the palm of your hand,

and you were just
cradling me.

I love you, Claire.

I love you, too, Emmy.

Hey, So, fingerprints put
Claire Lyons and Emmy Sharp

at the scene of that
gold exchange robbery/homicide.

So, they're moving south,
racking up more bodies.

You get anything off
Claire's computer?

I've recovered a handful
of directories so far,

no e-mails yet.

Uh... Oh! Okay.

I've got her search history
going back about three weeks.

Ski resort in
Jackson Hole,

fly-fishing
in Bitterroot Mountains

"where the swans go to mate."

SHEA:
A hotel, Maison de la Salle.

That sounds fancy.

ERICA:
They're definitely
going to Montana,

maybe for the honeymoon that
Claire's husband never gave her.

JULIANNE:
I think it's more
permanent than that.

She also searched real estate
listings for ranches in Bozeman.

Nesting. It's another
side effect of oxytocin.

If they're dreaming
about Big Sky country,

how come they keep
steadily moving south?

Because the hormones would be
affecting their reasoning.

I mean, think about it.

These two were in love
for weeks, maybe even months

before they got to see
each other.

That's a lot of tension
to work out.

Or one of them's
dragging their heels.

I mean, I'm just saying.

That's a good point.

Even with all
that oxytocin,

some women
can't commit.

JULIANNE:
Hey, Ray, that hotel,
Maison de la Salle,

it's, it's not
in Montana.

It's right here
in New York.

Okay, so they're going on
their honeymoon

before they start
their new life in Montana.

Really? So they're gonna check
into a fancy hotel

while they're being pursued?
Doesn't make any sense.

Romance doesn't have
to make sense.

ZANCANELLI:
All right, Lloyd, stay
on Damien's postcard.

Erica, Shea, let's go.

EMMY:
So, tell me the choices again.

Chloe Knight
or Ivy Leder.

So Miss New Jersey
or a lunch lady.

(laughs)
Yeah, they're
not the best

fake names
in the world,

but they're gonna allow us
to own 60-acres in Montana!

I'm so excited.

(both laughing)

Okay, well, Ivy is
gonna go smoke a bowl.

Will Chloe draws
us a bath?

Bath time.

(water running)

Here's Johnny.

(chuckles)

Shh.

(water stops)

Emmy, are you coming in?

It's perfect.

Hi!

I want you to know
I wasn't lying...

when I told you about the first
time that we kissed?

Baby, you had to know

I wasn't gonna strut around
Montana in a cowboy hat.

What do you mean?

When I first came on
to you...

it's not that you're not sexy
as hell, Claire,

but you were always just
a part of our plan.

Our plan?

Emmy?

Do it.
Emmy. Emmy.

Do it.

Do it! Do it already!
Emmy, what is this?

Emmy, what
are you doing?!

Please! Emmy!

Emmy!

(gasping):
Emmy, no! Emmy!

(water splashes)

The water's still warm.

Emmy didn't leave behind
anything.

Least of all the loot.

This was a con from the get-go.

Emmy is one cold-blooded bitch.

The front desk says that Claire
paid for the room with cash.

Didn't see Emmy coming or going.

So what's the story?

If Emmy wasn't caught up
in the romance,

why was she waiting around
for the honeymoon?

She wasn't.

She was waiting around
for a rendezvous.

Unless Emmy pees standing up,

there was a guy here.
What did I tell you?

"Lesbian until release date."

Wait a minute. Freeze it.

I know this douche bag.

This was the john that was
in Ashlee's apartment,

except he's no john.

What was the name
of his band?

Uh, "Hand" something.

Uh, Learned Hand.

Jules, what can you find out
about a band named Learned Hand?

Ray, "Learn-ed" Hand.

Hold on, Jules. What
are you talking about?

Two syllables: "Learn-ed."
Learned Hand.

Isn't it spelled the same way?

So what's the difference?

I can tell you they have
a terrible name.

If a guy in a band named
Learned Hand is getting laid,

there is no justice
in the world.

Okay, I've got a Web site
for Learned Hand.

Um, looks like the front man
is a John, Johnny Griffin.

Looks like they're a local band.

This is weird.
They've recently canceled

all their upcoming dates.

That's because
Johnny's leaving town.

We gotta find out where to.

Okay. I'll see
what I can find out.

Ray, Ray, I figured it out,
the postcards!

"Change is the law of life."

That's not Damien speaking,
that's JFK!

And the other quote
was Clinton.

And "Old Hickory" was
Andrew Jackson's nickname.

So these are
presidential references.

So we have three presidents
and Philly.

Um, Julianne,
see if there's
any streets named

Clinton, Jackson, Kennedy
in Philadelphia.

Uh, all of the above.

They're pretty popular
street names.

Damn it!

Although, Jackson
and Kennedy intersect.

And it's the location
of a

Clinton Fabricators, Ltd.

All right, Jules,
patch me to the

Marshals office in Philly.
Got it.

And get a hold
of Johnny's bandmates.

See where he might be off to.

Why would you tell them
I was your singer?

You know I can't sing.

Baby, we're a lounge act

on a third-rate cruise ship.

Nobody's expecting
to hear... Rihanna.

Hey, let 'em fire us.

We're bailing out at
Saint John anyway, right?

(tires screech)

Don't get clever, Emmy!
Put the bag down!

On your knees!

How'd you find me?

Hey, easy on
the guitar.

Johnny's bandmates were pissed
he split.

They're calling you Yoko.

See, I had
this little theory

that the only reason why
you went gay for Claire was

because you're surrounded
by nothing but women.

Turns out, you're just a
selfish, scheming whore.

Get on your knees.

(grunts)

(tires squeal)

OFFICER:
Let's go!

(guns cocking)

Move, move, move!
Let's go.

The door. Go.

Hey, move, move!

Go, go!

Hold up. Hostage in sight.
Hostage in sight.

We're good.

(muffled whimpering)

Thank you.

She's alive.

No sign of Damien.
Whoo!

(phone rings)

DAMIEN:
Hello, Lloyd.
Damien.

Great job today, Dr. Lowery.

I'll admit
I was pretty unimpressed

by our last encounter.

But now I see I'm going
to have to raise my game.

That's interesting, Damien,

'cause I feel pretty
confident that

it's you that's not handling
business the way you used to.

If you want,

I could put my gun down,
so to speak, we could talk.

I know that tactic.

We've read the same
philosophers.

"Always recognize that
human individuals are ends."

You know the rest, right?

"Do not use them as means
to your end." Immanuel Kant.

I have to thank you, Lloyd,

for freeing me.

I don't need Brent anymore.

You've opened me up
to a whole new world.

You know,
whether he realizes it or not,

Damien still very much needs
an audience.

That's why he sent me
all those clues

'cause he couldn't stand
the idea

that nobody's seen his work.

I think I'm Damien's
new audience.

They have a team on it.

I mean, I've been sending
them everything

I've been collecting
on Damien.

There's nothing
they could do.

A lot of good they've been
doing, Ray. A lot.

The van is waiting.

They've called twice already.

All right, hold on.

Those guys could use
our help.

Order in some Chinese.
I'll take you back

when I take you back.

Dig in.

Table Savers.

Hmm?