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(rock playing over boombox)

* Blue... *

(music continues)

(buzzer sounding)

Hey, hey, not so fast.

You know the drill.

(tinkling)
You know what,
Pipsqueak?

While you're stuck here in this
rat hole, I'm going to the lake.

Wife's gonna pack a lunch,
fill up a cooler.

Bet you'd enjoy that,
wouldn't you?

Later, Pipsqueak.

* Should I be so blue? *

(door closes)

* Should I be so... *

GUARD (over P.A.): Lights out.

(thunk)

CELLMATE:
Hey, you want me to jam that
thing where the sun don't shine?

Turn it off.

You know, I'm getting real sick

and tired of having to tell you
the same thing twice, Half Pint.

Maybe I ought to pay a little
visit to that sweet thing

you left on the outside.

How old was she when you robbed
that cradle? Huh?

Sixteen.

Yeah. Attaboy.

Get lost.

(music stops playing)

GUARD (over P.A.): Lights out!

(thunk)

(buzzer sounding)

Where is it?

Where did you put my light?

CELLMATE: Be glad you're not
wearing it, Half Pint.

(heavy thud)

(groans)

(switch clicks)

So, how's it feel

to be in love?

(shower handle squeaks,
turning shower off)

(sniffles)

Those Big Gulps go
right through me.

You ready, Pipsqueak?

Oh, what is your deal?

I will mop the floor with you.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Plug that thing in.

(sniffles, sighs)

Come on, move it,
Pipsqueak.

(tinkling)

(explosive pop,
electrical crackling)
(groaning)

(grunting)

(key turning in lock)

(door squeaks open)

(car alarm chirps)
Hey!

Who are you?

(grunting)

(fist smacking)

(grunting and kicking)

I'm coming for you, baby.

(car engine chugging)

(tires squealing)

(siren wailing)

(car horns honking)

MAN (shouting):
Come on!

What's his problem?

Dude's in heat
over Julianne.

Wrong, bitches.
Men don't go into heat.

Being the superior progenitors,
they are always ready,

willing, and able.

(sighs)

I can't believe
I'm about to ask advice

from a gangbanger
and a huntress.

Never mind. (clears throat)

Wow. He actually chose
not to speak.

This could be a good one.
Come on, let's hear it, Lloyd.

No way. You're just gonna
stick me with the shame shank.

All right.

I have studied mating rituals,

courtship customs,

pondered the great poets.

Maybe even deliberated
gonadal growth in mammals.

But when it comes to women
and doing my own thang,

you know, I'm lost.

Hey, first of all, never
say that again, never.

Yeah, I second that.

Do you need romance tips, Lloyd?

What women want is...

All right, don't...
don't listen to her.

See, women do not
know what they want,

and even if they did,
they would never admit

that what they want
is what they want.

That made absolutely
zero sense.

No, I understood completely.
Continue, Shea.

I want to give you
the Shea Daniels,

patented, foolproof formula

on how to make little bluebirds
twirl around Julianne's head.

All right.
Okay, look, Lloyd, no.

You're benched.
I'm listening to Shea.

Here we go.
Fire and ice.

Now you've already
done the fire part.

You've given her nonstop
attention for, like, a year.

So now it's time for the...?

Oh, the ice.
The ice,
that's right.

So when we get
into the bullpen,

and you see Julianne?

Promptly ignore her ass.

Wow.

Don't listen to her.

And ice.

That's right.

Okay.

Yeah.

Thank you, Shea.

You've got company.

Brad Kelley.

He kind of invited
himself in.

ZANCANELLI: All right.
Thanks, Jules.

(siren blaring in distance)

Nice boots.

I'm not sure if I like 'em.

I'm not sure
I like 'em on my desk.

(laughing):
Hey.
How you been?

Good, good.
Good to see you.

Yeah, you, too.

How's Janet?

Oh...

Suing me for spousal support.

Thanks for reminding me.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Aah, screw her.

How you been?

Been busy.
Got your badge back.

Your own task force.

You know, I remember

you pitched me the idea
for this thing five years ago.

Bring in cons
to catch cons.

Look at you now.
So, what brings
you, Brad?

I'm a bounty hunter now; I got
my bounty hunter's license.

Yeah, I know, I know.

We used to mock the shit
out of them.

I love it.
The money's really good,

and I don't have all the suits
mooning me at the time.

So, is that why you're here?

Yeah. Yeah, I understand

you got assigned some punk that,
uh, broke out of Five Points.

That's right.
Yeah?

The prison's put up
a ten grand reward.

Figured, you know,
maybe we could, uh,

scratch each other's backs.

Share a little information,
develop some leads.

I've still got a lot of contacts
in law enforcement.

I can bring a lot
to the table, Ray.

Bulldog Brad,

howling and growling.

(laughs)

Nothing's changed, burner.

What do you say?

I got a team to consider.

You know, they get a month off
for every runner they catch.

All right.

Okay, so, we work it a little.

You know, you say
I was instrumental

to where I get the reward,

and I say you guys were
as equally involved,

and your cons get their month.

No one's the wiser.

Brad, everything I do
has to be above the board.

All right. Well, there's
my answer I guess, huh?

You want me to crawl out
the window so I don't...?

Oh, come on. It ain't like that.
You know that.

Come on, what do you say, huh?

For old time's sake.

All right, let me see
what I can do.

Good morning, Lloyd.

Okay.

We'll see you.

Thanks, Ray.
Appreciate it.
Yup.

You're not gonna introduce us
to your friend?

ZANCANELLI:
No.

Go ahead, Jules.

Six years ago, Rodney Cain
was dating Lorraine Hamilton.

She was 16, he was 18.

Apparently, Lorraine's
stepfather was

determined to end their
relationship, even threatening

to have Rodney arrested
for what was

technically statutory rape.

The stepfather wound up
bludgeoned to death.

All right, Rodney served five
years on a life sentence.

This morning, he electrocuted
and beat a guard

and left the other
guard in a coma.

Dude's 5'6", 120.
That's one feisty white boy.

JULIANNE: I have alerts on the
guards' credit cards, as well

as an APB on the stolen Camaro.

Most important,
according to coworkers,

the guard kept a .45 Smith
& Wesson in the Camaro.

Rodney is armed and dangerous.

As opposed to
Armed and Garrulous.

Huh? Nobody?

George Carlin routine over.

He was the best.

Oh, my God, look... Mm.

All right, campus officials

at Brenell College
are trying

to locate the
ex-girlfriend,

so our first stop is
her mother's house.

So, change up.

(horn honks twice)

(song playing over car stereo)

LORRAINE: Oh, my God.

* *

CANDICE:
Rodney seemed nice enough,

but I always had
to run interference

whenever he came over.

He and my late husband
hated each other.

I never thought
it would end

with one of them
being murdered, but...

Why haven't we heard
anything yet?

Well, campus police haven't
been able to locate her.

But one of my team's is trying
to get answers now.

ERICA: I have a daughter
I don't get to see often.

I can imagine
how you must be feeling.

She's my whole world.

If anything
happened to her...

Did, uh... did Rodney ever try
to contact you from prison?

No. I haven't seen or talked
to him since he was led out of

the courtroom in handcuffs, and
I'd like to keep it that way.

ZANCANELLI: All right,
ma'am, we'd like to

put a patrol car outside in case
Rodney decides to come back.

And we need to tap your phone
in case he calls.

Okay. Just please,
find my daughter.

Ray.

Check it out.

Campus police said
a witness saw Lorraine

get into a gray Camaro.

Get in or
getting pulled in?

They didn't see
what went down.

Witness was
a block away.

This woman is
a massive narcissist

and/or a liar.

Now, Candice claims

that her daughter
is her world,

but of the 15 framed photos
I saw in there,

none of them are of Lorraine;
plenty of Candice, though--

all in her 20s. Now,

the signs of aging
infuriates narcissists.

They envy the young,
and they want to avoid them

or denigrate them
whenever possible.

That's cougars
in general, right?

As far as I know.
All right,

well, that's not enough
to lean on her yet.

Let's see what we can get
off the Camaro.

(chuckles): Aren't
you glad to see me?

(quietly):
Yes.

You don't act like it.

It's been five years; you're
not even supposed to be out.

All right?
This is wrong.

But...

the letters.

You said you still love me.

What letters?

(vehicle approaching)

Rodney...

Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.

(quietly):
Do not say a word.

Okay, come on, kiddo,
right over there.

(kid laughing)

(laughing)

These letters, Lorraine.

Why'd you even bother?

Rodney, I didn't.

Look at them.

Look at them.

Rodney, listen to me.

I didn't write these letters.

Rodney!

Rodney.

Rodney...
(gasps)
Get away from me.

Stay here, please.

Excuse me.
Rodney...

Is everything
okay over here?
Hey,

mind your own business, pal.

Are you okay?

Maybe you should
come over here

with us until he calms
down a little bit.

What are you doing?
What...? What...?

What are you doing?
WOMAN: Kids, get over here.

Get down on your knees.
Rodney, stop!
Just stop!

Tell me what you want,
and I'll do it!

Just tell me what you want;
I'll do anything that you want.

He stuck a gun in my face.
We were arguing, and...

he stuck a gun
in my face. I don't know.

Thank you.
Yeah.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Well, Lorraine begged Rodney
to spare the guy's life.

Rodney listened to her.
The guy
couldn't tell if

Lorraine was with Rodney
willingly-- she got in the car

with him to leave,
but he did have a gun.

From Lorraine, addressed
to Rodney at Five Points.

They're all love letters--
important enough for Rodney

to bring when
he breaks out of prison

but then he just
chucks them in the trash.

What do you got, Jules?
Checked the visitor log
at Five Points.

Candice Hamilton
visited Rodney Cain

six times
in the last five years.

Didn't she say...
Haven't heard

from Rodney since he was led

out of the courthouse in cuffs.

* Lies. *
Told you she was a liar.

All right, Jules,
bring Candice in.

Let her know I want to talk
to her about some new leads.

JULIANNE:
Got it.

Hey, Ray.

Your buddy's here.

All right, wait here.

There's something up
with this dude.

Look at these uninhibited
outpourings of love.

Why can't I write
to Julianne like that?

A chick wrote that.
That's a good point.

Get your head back
in the game, man.
Mm-hmm.

Get back.
Ice!

Anything from the witness?

I thought we
had a deal.

Yeah, but
I'm not looking

for a handout, okay?
I earn my keep.

Brad, just stay home.
Call me with any tips you got.

In exchange, I'll give you
that C.I. money.
Come on,

what is that, a grand?

That barely fills my gas tank.

On this caper, and
then on the next one,

more, and then
the one after that.

As long as you stay home

and you call
me with tips.

Brad, we shook on this.

(chuckles):
All right, all right.

Go home.

Hey, Ray. Ray.

Blue eyes there.

You tap that yet?

Go home, Brad.

He a bounty hunter?

Yeah. Why?
I know all about

the little sweetheart deals
bounty hunters make

with law enforcement, Ray.

What's yours with him?

We work our asses off to catch
this guy, and at the last minute

you slip him the collar
and split the reward money?

Get in the truck.
We're not moving

until we get a straight answer
about your friend

that you're helping
steal our runner.

So you're not moving, huh?

No, and neither
is Shea or Lloyd.

Okay, he was my mentor
when I first joined
the marshals.

And the only deal
I made with him

is confidential
informant money

in exchange for tips.
Your months off

are still protected as long
as you catch this runner.

Why couldn't he just call you?

Why'd he have to drive down
here and see you in person?

I'm saying this
in a non-confrontational way.

Well, he wasn't supposed to.

And he won't anymore.

So, let's get
this straight, Ray.

Your buddy, who
doesn't listen to you

and who is no longer
with the marshals

because of what,
he got booted,

is now a bounty hunter
and a bottom feeder at that,

judging from
his 20-year-old rig,

and we're supposed to trust him?

I'm gonna get in the truck.

Whoever stays out here
will be considered a fugitive.

You guys want to...?
Should we...?

* *

Candice here?

In the interview room.

She signed
her waiver,

giving us permission to tap
her home and cell phone.

Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Let me see this, Ray.

(scoffs)
Look at this.

Same writing.

That crazy bitch in there
wrote these letters.

(snaps fingers)
Oh, my goodness!

Lorraine must've pointed
that out to Rodney,

and that's why he freaked out
and tossed them.

Why would
she do that?

Because she's...

LLOYD (clears throat):
Ray, can I have

a crack at this harridan
in there, please?

What the hell's a harridan?

It's a vicious woman, okay?

It's an older woman.
It's her.

It's Candice.
Can I talk to her?

All right, go.

Slap a transmitter
on Candice's car

so we can track her
when she leaves.

(Zancanelli clears throat)

So, we have some talking
to do, Candice.

We have... a lot
of talking to do.

Any update on Lorraine?
None since they were
seen at the park.

That bastard lays
a finger on her...

Look, Candice, uh,

the visitation records
indicate that you

actually did visit
Rodney in prison.
Yes.

You're right.

And I-I know that
I told you at my house

that I hadn't seen him,
but I was so worked up,

I completely forgot--
and I was going

to tell you
the next time I saw you.

You forgot six visits?
That's... very forgetful.

Why did you visit him?

To gauge his level of anger.

Towards you?
And Lorraine.

And it took you six visits
to gauge that anger?

Who knew if he'd get out?
Or if he'd have

one of his prison buddies
come pay us a visit?

Clearly, I had reason
to be concerned.

Okay.

Let's set that aside.
(clears throat)

Did you write those?

Yes.
Mm-hmm. Do
you know what

the next question's
gonna be?

Why?
(clicks tongue)

CANDICE: I'm sorry.
This is so embarrassing.

No, we understand that.

But it's important for you
to answer that question.

On my first visit to Rodney,

he asked me why Lorraine
hadn't written him.

And then I talked
to Lorraine about it,

and she said she was
never gonna write him,

that she needed
to move on.

I got nervous
that that would

set him off, so... (sighs)

I wrote a letter,
acting as Lorraine.

Can you appreciate how someone
might find this to... be...
Incomprehensible?

Yes.

Very.
But until that

person who is going to judge me

walks in and sees
their spouse's brains

splattered all over the floor...

I was afraid
and I was traumatized,

and I made a decision
based on that fear and trauma.

And I'm sorry, but regardless
of what you think of me,

it's not helping to find
my daughter right now.

No, it is helping us ascertain
why Rodney broke out of prison

and-and-and for whom.

Speaking of...

Did you have
romantic feelings for Rodney?

No.

A little bit?

(phone ringing)

Go ahead. Answer it.

Make sure you
put it on speaker.

Hello?

RODNEY:
Lorraine's fine.

Now, listen to what I say.

Get $50,000

and meet me in two hours
at the Storytown Mall.

Parking section 57.

Do not bring the police.

(phone clicks)

Did you ever think about me?

(softly):
Of course.

Why didn't you write me?

'Cause you told me that you
didn't want to hear from me.

That it'd make being in jail

that much harder.
I would never
say that.

I-I loved you.

What the hell did
I do to your mom?

You killed her husband, Rodney.

And I-I beat two guards
half to death to get out

and be with you, based on
the letters that she wrote me!

So that's on her!

I'm so sorry.

I'm... There ain't shit
I can do about it.

(sobbing quietly)

I just need that money...

(exhales) so I can disappear.

(starts engine)

Candice, test one, two,
one, two.

Yes, hello, I hear you.

Okay, that's good.
Just use your
normal voice.

Try not to fidget
with the earpiece
or the transmitter

that's in your
pocket, okay?

We do not want Rodney

suspecting you're
being monitored.

It's all
dummy cash.

So he should buy it
at first glance.

There's a track-
and-trace receiver

sewn into the lining.

There's a helicopter on
its way, a half a dozen

cop cars ready to
move in on my call.

I'll be in constant
communication with everyone,

including you, okay?
Okay.

You're gonna do
fine-- just...

breathe.

"I miss your touch as well."

See, Candice wrote that.

The woman is certifiably
cuckoo bananas.

She doesn't have a body
on her belt, Lowery.

As long as she helps us find
the guy that does,

I don't care if she walks
around covered in peanut butter.

All right, Candice,
position one.

ZANCANELLI:
Candice, can you hear me?

CANDICE:
Yes, I hear you.

Okay, just sit tight
until I give you your signal.

All right,
all units on tack two,

stay out of the perimeter
until I give the word.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

Why did Kelley get bounced
from the marshals?

Look,
if he's gonna be working

with this team,
we deserve to know his story.

I mean, all of our pasts

are out on full display,

and I'm sure he knows them, too.

He took money.

Was he there
when you got popped?

He was.

Then why'd you get your
badge back and he didn't?

It wasn't his first time.

The marshals had been building
a case against him for a while.

Had him
on ten different charges.

Then why are we in
business with this fool?

You heard the expression,
"keep your friends close.

Keep your enemies closer"?

I'd rather have him home
collecting informant money

than out here competing with us.

He talked you
into taking

that money back, then,
didn't he?

Bring you in the fold
so he didn't have

to worry about you
flipping on him?
Wait, how did

he avoid jail time when they
had multiple charges on him?

I don't know, Shea;
I'm not a lawyer.

Because he rolled on you.

Wow, jackpot.

You called it.

I think, rather nobly,

sweet Raymond here
has chosen to focus

on his own culpability
rather than...

All right,
everybody just shut up.

SHEA: There he is;
let's just take his ass.

ERICA: He's got
a hostage, Shea.

All right, Candice,
you're on.

Just take it easy.

We'll be right here.

I'm getting out of the car.

Okay, that's good, but you don't

have to tell me over the radio;
I can see you.

I'm walking towards him.

All right, take it easy,

and just do
what we discussed.

Can you hear me?
I told you guys she
was cuckoo bananas.

Can you hear me?

No, no, no.
Is this thing working?

Don't take it out
of your pocket.
Hello?

(tires squealing)

All right, all units, go, go.

(tires squealing)

Shea!
Who the hell's this?

(horn honking,
tires squealing)

ERICA: Whoa!

(engine revving)

Back your car out of the way!

What are you
doing, Brad?

Chasing a runner. Get out
of the way! Back it up!
You are a civilian.

You are interfering with a law
enforcement investigation.

I got just as much a right

to track this guy
down as you do.

I've got a
license, you know.

You clown!
Shut your mouth.

The guard in the coma
at Five Points

just went out of the picture.

Reward went up 40 grand.
I need this money, Ray.

(engine starts)

(engine sputtering)

Keep your enemies
close, huh?

Is this close
enough for you?

(indistinct radio chatter)

Any progress from the locals
on that Camaro?

JULIANNE:
None yet.

(sirens blaring,
man shouting nearby)

ERICA:
It looked like
to us like

you intentionally
botched that ransom.

I might not have done
what you asked,

but that's because
I couldn't hear.

Nobody said
to wave the walkie-talkie

like a pom-pom, lady.

LLOYD:
I have a theory,

and it's that those letters

actually contained
your true emotions,

and you don't want
your daughter to live,

because you're jealous
of her youth

and her beauty, and you want
Rodney for yourself.

You are out of your mind.
I'm out of my mind?

I have been studying
massively messed up people

since I had zits,
and you are easily top five.

Am I under arrest?

We just want a straight answer.

Yes or no?

No.

Then I'm leaving.
I'll contact the FBI

to find my daughter, and if

you continue to harass me,

I'll contact my attorney.

Great. What else
could go wrong?

LORRAINE:
Why'd you kill him?

Because...

I found out
what happened.

It's okay.

He deserved to die.

What did he do?

The abuse.

What abuse?

Um, him...

him raping you.

He never raped me.

Your mother told me

your stepfather molested
you almost every night.

She said she wanted to help,

but he threatened
to kill you both.

And she said you threatened

to kill yourself
if anyone found out.

That's why I never
said anything in court.

That's why I never said any...

I never said anything to you.

Hey, Jules any movement
on Candice's car?

She's pulled into a mini mall
in West Milford, New Jersey, and

looks like she's disconnected
her cell phone,

so no trace on that.

Maybe Candice has an
Electra complex for Rodney.

I don't want to hear
about Candice, all right?

I want to hear about Lorraine,
and don't tell me

she couldn't have bailed
on Rodney if she wanted to.

We have to start looking at her

as a willing participant
in all this.

Candice is still in play
in this thing.

And my argument,
which you interrupted,

would lend further support
to the notion

that Candice has feelings
for Rodney.
Based on what?

The Electric Company,

or whatever the hell
you just said?

Would it be more clear

if I put it in terms
of the father figure that just

betrayed you,
Brad Kelley?
Watch yourself.

Relationships are complex,
Ray. That's all I'm saying.

Or it's just all about money.

When the stepfather
died, Candice cashed in

a million-dollar
insurance policy.

She was only married
for three years.

If they'd gotten a divorce,

she would have got
a fraction of that.

She hired Rodney
to kill her husband.

That would explain the letters.

She was trying to keep
Rodney happy in prison.

'Cause when you do a crime
and the person you did it for

on the outside
stops writing,

that's when you start talking.

What's in it for Rodney--
25 years?

Maybe it went bad.

He wasn't supposed
to get caught.

Maybe he was set up.

Why not bring that up in court?

Maybe he didn't know
he got set up.

JULIANNE:
Hey, everybody?

Uh, ammunition
and firearm sales

in this state are registered.

Candice just bought 50 rounds
of Plus-P bullets

at a gun shop in that mini-mall.

Okay, Rodney knows
something about Candice,

and Candice wants him dead
before he can tell anybody.

All right, Erica, Shea,
you're with me.

Jules, keep me posted
on the signal in Candice's car.

Lowery, keep digging

into the relationship
with Rodney and Lorraine.

See if you could figure out
where they're headed.

(door closes)

Hey,

Candice.

Where's Lorraine?

I want to see her.

She's fine.

Just drop the money.

I don't trust you.

(scoffs)

You don't
trust me?

LORRAINE:
Give him the money, Mom.

You owe him that much.

Come here, baby.

We figured out
what you did.

You set Rodney up.

You lied and tricked him
into killing your husband.

You ruined his life.

You ruined mine.

Give me
the cash, bitch.

(paper bag clatters on ground)

Mom, don't!

No.
Lorraine.

(gunshot)
Lorraine!

(thud)

(brakes screeching)

Clear!

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer lady.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Clockwork-- here's your boy.

Take care of it.

Oh, come on,
don't look

so surprised to see me.

I told you I had contacts
up the ass with law enforcement.

Put a little money
out there,

you'd be amazed how many
leads come your way.

Well, looks like it.

Talk to you a second?

Ain't too late to cut
a 50-50 deal, Ray.

No deal. Stay
out of my way, Brad.

ERICA:
Contacts my ass.

You dropped 80 bucks
on a police scanner

just like every other
dumb bounty hunter.

Yeah, better a
bounty hunter

that's dumb and alive than dead
and smart like your daddy, huh?

You want contacts,
you piece of shit?

(groaning)
ZANCANELLI: Erica!

Hey, hey!
(punching)

Erica.
Hey! Hey!
Settle down!

I could kill you.

I could kill you.
Get over there.

ERICA:
I'm gonna kill him, Ray!

Get control of your
cons, Zancanelli.

Don't come next to my team
or my investigation again.

You will be arrested.

I can't wait till one of them
stabs you in the back.

What? Faster than you did?

You cut a deal
that sealed your file,

that kept you out of prison.
You get that by rolling on me?

Whoever told you
that was a liar.

You give me up, Brad?!

Because if you did,

I'm not letting you
take my job again.

You get one of those.

All right? You put
your hands on me,

or anybody on my team again,

and they'll be peeling you
off the ground.

Got that?

(phone beeps)

I'm out of here.

(engine starts)

Listen to me.

I'm gonna tell them

that I pulled the trigger.

No.
Yes.

The only thing
that matters

to me now is that
you can have a happy life....

for both of us.

Will you please
do that for me?

Tomorrow morning
I'll find a new car

and then...

I'll leave.

I want to come with you.

You can't, Lorraine.

We'll have tonight.

I'll go get some food.

No, I will.

They're looking for you.

Is there something wrong, Lloyd?

Just working.
(clears throat)

Man's got to do
what a man's got to do...

in regard to work, so...

I haven't done anything
to upset you?

Uh-uh.

Just working.

Okay.

(phone rings)

(phone beeps)

What do you got, Jules?

Local police just found
the Camaro in a town

about ten miles up from
where you are.

Kelley must have gotten
a heads up,

because the tracking device
on his truck

shows him heading
straight there.

All right, thanks.
Let's go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where's your boyfriend?

Huh?!
He's in the motel...

up the street.

(engine sputtering)

KELLEY: Easy.

Get your hands off her.

Hey.

We can work this out, kid.

All right?

We're going for a ride.

Think this through, kid.

About what the hell
you're doing.

Shut up.

Get out of here, Lorraine.

(brakes screeching)

Put the gun down, Rodney.

He's a dead man
unless you clear out!

Ain't happening.
Put the gun down.

Rodney, don't do this!
Get out of here!

Listen to your girl.
Don't be stupid.

I'm driving out of here.
Or he dies.

RODNEY: Go!
No. This isn't you.

Shoot him, Ray.
Shoot him.

Shut up!
Just put the gun down
and give yourself up

for me.
Two seconds, Rodney.

Put the gun down,
Rodney.

LORRAINE:
I can't lose you.

Put the gun down.

Okay.

Okay.

Put it down.

Two steps back,
get up against that wall.

Brad, step back!

Hook him and put him
in the car.

(Lorraine sobbing)

Watch it, hey.

SHEA:
U.S. Marshals coming in.

LORRAINE:
Please.

It's okay.

(sniffs)

Go ahead.

(sobbing)

I'll write you.

SHEA: Wrap it up.
Come on, get in there.

(groans)

(siren wailing)

Ray.

Ray.

Marshal Detention Officers
will be here

in a half hour
to pick up Rodney.

How's it going,
Iceman?

I should sue you
for malpractice.
It's harsh
at first--

I should have warned you
about that--

but you got
to stick with it.

Dividends are around
the corner, my friend.

She's cracking.

I can tell.

Hey.

Um...

seeing that Kelley

isn't opposed to working
with authorities,

if he files charges against me
for assault, I just...

He took the
first swing.

I'll back you up on that.

Okay.

Thanks.

You're a stand-up guy, Ray.

I was the recipient
of some just awful advice.

It was well-intentioned
but, uh...

completely
ill-fitting for me.

Julianne.

I feel like...

...every relationship
or... or pairing

is unique, you know.

I mean, look
at Rodney and Lorraine

and what they went through
to be together,

and I realize
that the only advice

that I should have heeded
is Alfred Lord Tennyson's

because I think it is better
to have loved and lost

than to never
have loved at all.

And I just want
to tell you...

...that I love you.

You don't have
to say anything...

but if you did,
if you did feel the same way

or if, um, if you felt
like someday

in the future you might
feel the same way...

...just walk by my desk
where I'm sitting and, um...

...put this #2 pencil
down in front of me.

Then I'll know.

Or don't-- I mean,

what-whatever makes
you feel more comfortable.

But I needed to say
what I just said...

and... I'm glad
that I did.

(phone ringing nearby)

ZANCANELLI: Hello?

ZANCANELLI:
Transpo will be here
in five minutes.

Change up.

Stick with it,
Iceman.

ERICA:
You heard him, let's go.

This is a pen; I said a pencil.

Jules, what does
a pen mean?

She... she left me a pen.