Breakout Kings (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

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two-thirty.

Defect.

Dump it.



I got this.

All right, hold up.

On the gate!

Let 'em go!

Gate's clear!

What the hell was that?

So we get
to Boscoe's mom's place,

sweetest old lady.

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

Very fit young lady.

Ray Zancanelli?

Yeah.

Deputy Charlie DuChamp.

Be right with you.



So anyway, I'm going
on, telling this woman

how her son could be
looking at jail time.

Katie stands to fetch her
some tissues.

I clock this old broad

staring at Katie's ass
like it's a Christmas ham.

I grab this perv
by her blue hair.

The wig comes right off
in my hand.

It's Boscoe.

His mother's been dead
for ten years.

The point is...

sooner or later,

I get hip to what's going on.

I know you've been
dealing drugs here, Jimmy.

There's a school on the corner.

If it happens again...
It won't.

Get outta here.

What do you want?

Tillman bashed the driver's
head in with a tire iron,

another employee, female,
got knocked senseless.

So...

I've decided to revisit
your proposal, Ray.

I believe these were
your candidates.

Agent DuChamp's come over
from Criminal Program Analysis.

You'll be reporting to him.

CPA? Seriously?

Yes. Seriously.

No one else wanted
to work with you, Ray.

Fine.

I'll be in the field, Charlie here
can send me reports

and analysis, and if I ever

run out of toilet paper
on the road...

This is your chance to put
Tillman back in prison.

If you don't like
the arrangement...

Yeah, no. It'd be great.

Good.

Gunderson!

You're being transferred!

See, all the shortcuts
and ins and outs I perfected

to make working here
the most desired slot.

Those tidbits are what they call

"intellectual property,"
you with me?

So if you job-up here,
I need compensation.

But three dollars a week?

That's more than half
what I make.

Okay, now it's $3.50.

Shea!

I'm conducting business here.

You're being transferred.

Where are they sending you?

I... I don't know.

Perfume.

The one I risked my job
sneaking in for you.

Right. I want you to keep that.

Philly...

Today, already.

He's bluffing, go all in.

Shut it, Lloyd.

Lowery.
You're shipping out.

Shipping out as in transfer?
Yep.

Who's gonna be our
cabana boy, then?

Hey!

Ciao, bitches.

After 72 hours, the odds
of finding an escaped convict

drop to less than five percent.

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

Because there's
nothing more dangerous

than a convict on the run.
They have absolutely no...

They know.

They know. Look.

You were four of the toughest
runners I ever caught.

And necessity being the
mother of all evil...

Invention.
Whatever.

We decided to use fugitives
to help catch a fugitive.

Except this time, you'll be
in the field with me. Us.

Right. Charlie here's from CPA.

Criminal Process...

What's it called again?

Deal's simple.

You agree to do this, you'll be
permanently transferred

to Maybelle Minimum
Security Prison.

Much nicer than your
current accommodations.

We catch Tillman,

you get time
shaved off your bids.

Now you all know Ray,
but you don't know me.

In the Marine Corps,
my nickname was Virgin:

'cause I don't (bleep) around.

Any one of you tries to escape,
you'll all get sent back

to where we found you,
sentences doubled.

This offer expires
in five seconds. Who's in?

Tillman was six months into
a 25-year bid

for killing a biker in a bar
who called his wife a bitch.

He called his own wife a bitch, or
he called Tillman's wife a bitch?

Yeah, Tillman went around
the country killing guys

who insulted their own wives.
That seems weird.

It was Tillman's wife, you idiot.
Oh, okay.

Look, he bolted county lockup
while awaiting trial.

I caught him three weeks later,

after he killed a deli cashier,
and a woman he carjacked.

Acute emotional deregulation,
elevated rage distortion, no...

So Tillman is dangerous. Okay, that's some insight.
He's stretching his legs.

Don't worry about it.
Yeah.

Where's Tillman's wife now?
She got a restraining order

the day after the murder.
She divorced him

when he was sentenced,
and has since remarried.

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

Yeah. Why not?

What do you want,
Glocks or Berettas?

Oh, no, I'd really prefer
a non-lethal weapon,

like a baton, or maybe a taser.

No cons get weapons.

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

I don't need a gun.

That's why the good Lord
gave us these.

Yeah, okay, but what are
we going to do about clothes?

We can't run around
in these prison blues.

I might have a hit.
Like her.

How come she's got new gear?

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

Julianne Simms,
meet the animals.

What do you got?

John Phelps.

Tillman ran with him
in high school.

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

He was found at his home

in Baltimore an hour ago...
beaten to death.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Crime scene, fellas.

U.S. Marshals.

Don't tell me they're Marshals.

They're Special Deputies.

Let's go.

Neighbor lady
heard some yelling.

She also noticed a black
pickup truck parked out front.

We'll catch the perp crossing
into Mexico, though.

What makes you think
he's going to Mexico?

The dead guy told us.

Puerto Vallarta... a
haven for fugitives.

Why not write
the assailant's name?

Well, I'm going
out on a limb here,

but maybe he didn't know it.

No, he knew it. They
went to school together.

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

we're following up.

You're wasting your time.

The target didn't write
it because survival

is the most primal instinct.

Hmm, allow me to translate
for our Cro-Magnon friend here.

There is a direct correlation

between mental acuity
and physical strength.

If Phelps was able to make it

from there to that
fridge and then process

and write "P.
Vallarta,"

it would indicate he had enough
energy to crawl ten feet

to that phone and call 911.

Special Deputy Lloyd Lowery.

How are you?

So it's a shade.

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

He's smart.

Convicts, baby, nothing
but time to plan it out.

Well...

we've got an alarm out
on his plate number, regardless.

This is a hustler's place...

run-down warehouse on the
outside, top-of-the-line toys

on the inside.
Are they still stretching their legs?

'Cause the con-woman
says DOA is a hustler

and has no idea what he's into,

the professor can't find
squat on the computer,

and the mountain man...
he's in the corner

looking for a cat to gut.

And look at your gangbanger...

he's looting the joint.

What you got there, Shea, CDs?

Nail polish remover.
Unless Phelps

was a cross-dresser, he was
using this for the acetone

to take off the ink
from the dye pack

they put in the cash
when you rob a bank.

You're welcome.

What the hell is that?

Tasty goodness.

That's evidence; put it back.

All the times I got raided
and cops stole from me...

cash, jewelry, product.

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

He earned a cookie.

I said put the cookie back.

Hold on, I'm gonna
put you on speaker.

Tillman used his debit card

to buy gas in Shirley, New York

six months before he was
arrested for that bar fight.

This was a year and a half ago,

right around the time
of an unsolved bank robbery

in Shirley for $100,000.

Three suspects... never caught.

Three suspects
in the robbery.

We know two are
high school buddies.

We need a yearbook.

You get all of that, Jules?

Okay.

These are pretty good cookies.

We archive all
of our yearbooks, Ms. Simms.

We could mail you one.

Oh, no, I need it immediately.

Well, from Brooklyn, you can
be here in 30 minutes

if you take the tunnels.

Ms. Simms?

Oh, my Lord,

there's been another shooting
at the Hip-Hop Awards.

It's strange that there always
seems to be a firearms mishap

at this particular awards
ceremony, don't you think, Shea?

I mean, Hip Hop Awards...
shootings.

Country Music Awards...
no shootings.

What's the variable?

Keep it up, white shoes, and
you'll see what the variable is.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Soup and salad, Philly?

Ah!

Miss?

I'm sorry. There's someone
else's hair in my soup.

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

Thank you so much.

How do you feel about dessert,
Charlie?

Save it for the 80-year-old
millionaires in Boca, Philly.

Okay.

Jules, what's taking so long?

I, um, had them scan the
yearbook and e-mail it to me.

The clock's ticking, Jules.

Why didn't you go get it?

The file's sent. Have Charlie
check his in-box.

The only activity
listed is Auto Club.

There, Auto Club.

There's Tillman, Phelps.

Is that our guy?
James "Jimbo" Cantrall?

Team delinquents
to adult bank robbers.

Gunderson, where's the knife?

What knife?

There are four of you here,

two knives are on the table
and one's in Lowery's glass

'cause he stirred
his ice tea with it.

That leaves one knife missing.

So again I ask,
where's the knife?

You're a lefty.

I'm guessing your left sock.

It was for the team.

In case any of us
got in a scrape.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Take care, Gunderson.

Ma'am.

Nice team you put together.

Zancanelli!
You know me.

Not anymore, Hoss.

Where's the money, Jimbo?

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

You do know.

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

Shh...

Okay, okay.

What are you...?

No! No!

No! No!

Can you leave the keys
so we can listen to the radio?

We're not gonna run,
okay, Charlie?

I know you won't.

We're five blocks away
from the casinos, Lloyd,

and I sent everyone a
photo of your ugly kisser.

You wouldn't make it past
the first slot machine.

You see anything?
TV's on.

Really? You sure he's not
friends with Pat Sajak?

I'll call in for a warrant.

- $600.
- "R."

Yes, three "R"s.

Hey.
What?

Door was open when we got here.

Back up.

James Cantrall!
U.S. Marshals!

Yeah, you can
pick up that gift tag.

That's a Detour Deluxe bicycle
with accessories from Raleigh

valued at a thousand dollars.
You got that, $1,550 in cash.

Can I buy an "O"?

Absolutely. Three "O"s.

Oh, man.

Slot machines?

What kind of dollar-buffet
rube does Ray take me for?

Before he popped me,

I would be comped in
any suite in Vegas,

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

and I wouldn't even
think twice about...

Philomena Rotchliffer?

Oh, my goodness.

How creative did the kids
get on the schoolyard?

No, no, let me guess.
Philomena Rottweiler?

Fill-Me-Uppa
Scotch-Snifter?

Feel-My-Weiner
Crotch-Sniffer.

That's the one.

Okay? You happy now,
you little creep?

I won't tell anybody
if you let me see them.

Hello? Yes.

Yes. Well, I'm working.

I don't know
what time I'll be done.

I gave you this number
for emergencies only, Mother.

Are you drinking?

I heard ice cubes tinkling.

And we talked about this...

Got the FBI file
on the bank robbery.

$500,000 was taken.

They told the media
it was just $100,000.

Thanks, Jules.

Does a first-time bank robber
and his high school pals

pull off a perfect, one-time
heist for half a mil

without some inside help?

Nope.

What the hell is he doing?

Look, his cell phone
is in his back pocket.

I need to check
his call history.

Can't wait for the M.E.

I didn't tell you to stop.

He's listening.

Hey, Tillman, you remember me,
you son of a bitch?

I'm gonna get you!

Not this time, Ray.

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

I give you my word
that if you just co...

What the hell are you doing?

I'm getting in his head.

I know this guy.
Now he's scrambling.

Did it ever occur to you

that maybe we could
just give this guy

some misinformation
instead of you acting like

some cowboy
nobody wants to work with?

Get your ass in the car.

Let's go look into
this bank robbery.

Deputy Charlie DuChamp,
U.S. Marshals.

We'd here to speak
to Carmen Menjavar.

About?
The Shirley bank robbery.

We're speaking to
everybody involved.

She was a teller there.
Yeah, and she's already been questioned.

Not by us.

By all means.

Hey, Carmen!

The cops got more questions.

So, uh, what do you need
to know?

Maybe I can help.

Were you present
for the robbery?

No.

Then you can't help.

Deputy, huh?

That's kinda High Noon.

Who are you, the sheriff?

Look, why don't you stop asking
stupid questions

and go get your girl?

It's 'cause she's leaving!

Hey, get off!

Oh!

Who are we rooting for?

Shea!

Go, go, go!

Going too fast.

Watch out for that thing.

Oh-oh!

Where you going now?!

You're gonna kill her!

Or she'll stop! Her choice!

Oh!

Hit the brakes!

(tires screech

I hate you cops!

We ain't cops.

I didn't rob any bank.

Of course you didn't.

That's why
you NASCAR'd your way

across Queens and your
boyfriend Bigfoot's locked up

in County right now, right?

I ran because
I'm not legal, okay?

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

you Feds were coming back.

- I don't buy it.
- Kiss my ass! It's the truth!

No, no, no. The truth is
when Tillman went to prison,

you all screwed him
out of his cut.

Now he wants all of it.

He killed Jimbo.
He killed Phelps.

Hey!

If you don't help us find him,

he's gonna find you.

I already told you,

I don't know who
the hell Tillman is.

Lowery.

What are you calling him for?

Ma'am.

How's your afternoon going?

What did you have for breakfast
on the morning of the robbery?

A bagel.

Mm-hmm. And what did you see
when the gun was produced?

A gun pointed at me.
Behind the gun?

A man.
Behind him?

I was looking at the gun.

Scary stuff, huh?
Yeah.

So that morning,
after you woke up,

you got dressed,
you ate your cereal,

you brushed your teeth,
you left for work,

you never thought anything like
this would happen, did you?

No. And I had a bagel.

My mistake.

What was the first thing

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

What? I'm sorry. Charlie, was that you?
Because somebody

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

No.
I did not cut no flounder.

Just do your
job. All right?

Well, it's hard for me
to do my job

in what's basically now
a hostile work environment.

Th crack the damn door.

Let's just get this over with

because I didn't
help rob any bank!

Come on!

Hey.

Enough.
Okay.

You think this is a game?

Huh? You having fun?

I'm sending you
back to the joint!

Explain yourself, Lowery.
A guilty person loves

when the attention shifts away
from them to someone else.

If she was involved
in this crime,

she'd be happy to sit there
all day, talking about

who dealt it,
but she wanted to get back

to convincing you
that she's not a criminal.

So... so much
for your inside man theory.

Actually...

we just have the
wrong bank employee.

Check this out.

Kyle Ferro, the teller
whcame to Carmen's aid.

He quit the bank a
week after the robbery,

saying he was too
scared to work there.

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

Tell them what you found.

He sold his home
and didn't buy a new one,

nothing in his name.

He just vanished.

He's our inside man.

Then we got to find this guy

before Tillman does.

Jimbo gave up Kyle's address,

but U.S. Marshals are starting
to put it together.

You just get your ass
to Richmond.

Press pound twice to detonate.

The minimal interaction.

No eye contact.

Cluttered workspace
to make you feel cocooned

and safe.

How long have you had social
anxiety and panic disorder

with, I'm guessing,
just a twist of depression?

Let me guess.

Family history.

Uh... you were diagnosed 18, 19,

and it really reared its ugly
head about five years ago.

Don't deny it.

I can tell
by your body language

that you can't wait
for me to get out of here.

Yeah, that's because
you've been staring

down my blouse this whole time.

That's true, but that's
because I suffer from

matriarch dependency
with tangential memory fixation.

So...

See? I know
what's wrong with me.

Did you get all you need?

'Cause if so,
you can leave now.

Group therapy
and shrink visits are hogwash.

It's in their financial
interest to keep you afflicted,

so just walk one block
outside of your safe zone,

sit on a park bench and ask
a stranger for the time.

Next week, ask two people.

You should stop waiting

for a wrecking ball
to knock this thing down.

A crack in the dike will do.

What are you doing, Lowery?

I was giving a little
advice, pro bono.

You know, for a guy
who was a child prodigy,

you're not too
bright sometimes.

Don't talk to her.

You are very protective.

Do you want to talk about it?
No. Leave.

You okay?

Fine.

Kyle Ferro couldn't
have just disappeared.

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

That's probably how they lured
him into the heist.

The desire to be part
of something.

Dependent personality disorder.

Very common in Latinos, FYI.

Does that sound
about right, Charlie?

You got some Puerto Rican in the mix?
Cuban.

- I was way off. I'm sorry.
- Kyle tried to bury his name

under an LLC, but he cosigned
the papers for a bar

in Richmond, Virginia.

The other owner...

his brother Frank Ferro.

Bar was opened
six months after the heist.

A perfect place
to launder money.

We can be in Richmond
in an hour.

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

I need a little
more information

if I'm going to drag everybody
350 miles.

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

Sitting around waiting for tips,

doing more analysis...

this team was put together
to avoid that.

Use them.

I could try Kyle on his cell.

And you could talk to him.

No.

Let's wait for him to come home.

Handle this in-house.

Thanks for the milk.

Let me tell you about
a study I did

when I was teaching
at the university.

I gave five-year-olds a choice
between a nickel today

and a dime tomorrow,
and they all took the nickel.

And my point is, that children have
a hard time delaying gratification.

And if we're being intellectually
honest, so do your people.

What's that now?
Come on, brother.

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

some new bling
and a brand-new set of rims.

You're a straight-up racist.
No, I'm a fact-ist. And the fact is

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

jumping on that truck
and making a run for it.

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

We'll get some time
knocked off our sentences

and we'll finish our bids
in a much easier environment.

I'm just enjoying
the view, bro.

Hey! I want the dime.

I got 25 years, and it's
a hell of lot different

inside a max shack for a guy
like me than it is for you.

- I'm not going back.
- Neither am I.

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

All I'm saying is if one
of you is going to run,

you'd better let me know

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

Hold it. I want to know what the
hell you did to get 25 years.

That is none of your business.

And there goes your ride.

Yeah, well,

the kids thought the
nickel was worth more

'cause it's bigger than a dime.

Your study was garbage.

All right, chill.

Here comes Zancanelli.
Is Ferro there?

Yeah, this is Ferro.

Hey, Kyle.

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

You want to leave a message?

Nah, that's all right.

What's up?

No bead on Kyle.

I thought you said if
we follow the money, right?

Settle down.
His brother Frank's at the bar. So?

He's laundering money
for his brother.

You think Frank's
gonna talk to us?

Take me shopping.

I'll make him talk.

Mmm, that tastes like
melted jelly beans.

We should probably
be showing some affection

if we want to effectively convey
that we're a couple. So...

You can put your hand on
my thigh for five seconds.

Okay.

Any further north, you'll
be pulling back a stump.

Okay. Unpleasant childhood.

Maybe some...
some daddy issues.

Other than that, I can't
figure you out, Philly.

You never will.

Another?
Mm-hmm.

You know your husband's

staring at us.

I know.

He likes to watch.

Last call.

You really think
Philly's game's gonna work?

Some dude's gonna watch his old
lady get tagged by another dude?

I mean, that actually goes down?

Apparently.

I said it before
and I say it again...

white people are crazy.

All right, check this one out.

Every crew needs a name, right?

Breakout Kings?

Doesn't make any sense.

We're not breaking out.

No, Breakout
Apprehension Kings, maybe?

See, this is why I was
clearing seven figures

while you fools was
clipping coupons.

I got vision.

Doesn't make any sense.

I don't like it.

Breakout Kings.

Upstairs.

Let's wait.
Yeah.

Oh. Wow, this place is great.

So is the owner coming by,
or do we have all night?

Sweetheart, I am the owner.

Get out.

This place is yours?
Yeah.

Me and my brother.

Well, where's he at?

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

Don't worry your pretty
little legs about him.

He only comes by once a week,
and tonight ain't his night.

It sure as hell looks
like it's gonna be mine.

Once a week?
Gosh, how far is his commute

that he pulls off
a sweet deal like that?

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

Now I saw what you did
with that ice cube.

Let's see if it translates.

Where are my manners.

♪ 'Cause now you've got to fly ♪

♪ Right to the angels ♪

♪ Heavens await your heart ♪

♪ And flowers bloom
in your name ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa... ♪

I am locked and loaded.

♪ Fly right to the angels ♪

♪ All the stars at night ♪

♪ Shine in your name. ♪

Morty's snake charmer pills
should be working by now.

I'll let him know we're ready.

That is one lucky
piece of electronics.

What are you doing?

I can't find Kyle Ferro's
number in here.

Are we gonna do this or what?

Yeah. Be right up, handsome.

Who the hell are you?

Hey, man!

Don't be stupid, or I will
jam that down your throat.

Start talking.

- I said start talking.
- I work for the government.

You're a Fed
like I'm a ballerina.

No, look, I'm a con.
They hired me.

Okay, the con part I believe.

Keep talking, or you both leave
here in zip-ups.

U.S. Marshals are after
a guy named Tillman.

They wanted to see
if you two had been in touch.

I don't know the guy.
Feds think your brother Kyle does.

And I've got some info
that involves him.

I spill it, you let me go.

You want to blow this for us?
You want to get killed?

Katrina.

Kyle.

Hey, text from Lloyd.

Seven?

That's craps.
They're in trouble.

Stay here.

I don't know how legitimate
it is, bro,

but just keep your head
in a swivel and call me ASAP.

On your knees!

Back off!

Or I will snap her neck!

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

Let her go or I'll split the
freakin' unibrow in five seconds.

Ray, I got this.

Three seconds!

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

Time's up, Frank.

Cuff him, Lowery.
Put him on his knees.

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

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

I gave you a clear directive.

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

Sometimes you have to fire
your weapon you desk jockey.

Look, I don't know
how you see things,

but I'm about to clear
your vision for you.

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

I head up this task force.

I waited six years
for this opportunity

and I'm not going to let you
screw it up for me.

The next time I tell you
to stand the hell down, you...

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

I'm fine.

Take it easy.

I'm fine!
I'm sorry.

Just take it easy.

When I tell you
to stand the hell down,

you stand down.

When you guys are done with
the junk-measuring contest...

by the way, my
money's on Charlie...

if you hit redial on the cell,

that'll be Kyle's number.

You can get an address
off it. Okay, Charlie?

Are you okay?

He took my daughter!
Did you see

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

They got picked up
ten minutes ago.

Go ahead.

Hello?

How you doing, Zancanelli?

Back off,
or I'll make her kid suffer.

Listen, there's no need to.

You hear me?

I'll make her suffer.

And that'll be on you.

Any other distinctive
physical characteristics?

No.

Did Kyle get any recent tattoos?
No.

Um, ma'am, if it's
any consolation,

there's absolutely nothing
in Tillman's pathology

to suggest he'd do anything
sexual with your daughter.

He's strictly a killer.

Miss... uh, m...

miss,

hair length?
Unbelievable.

Ask her if he wore
boxers or briefs.

Medium length.

Just enough to cover

the scar above his ear,

from when they hit him
in the bank robbery.

Kyle has a little...

gray in his beard
when he grows it.

Hold on.

Kyle's hospital intake photo.

It looks serious, but it isn't.

And it's the exact same injury
suffered by Amy Flynn,

the food service employee.

Tillman attacked
when he escaped.

They were working together.

He just had to give her
a love tap to make it

look like she wasn't in on it.

Criminal Program Analysis, Ray.

Suck it.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
Julianne,

you got anything?

Amy Flynn quit her job,

citing stress from the attack.

Same excuse Kyle used.

Another misdirect.

They use a pretty girl to distract the
guards, and he slides into the truck.

Julianne, do a search
on Amy Flynn,

any cars she might have.

Two weeks ago

she bought a 1996 silver sedan.

Most popular
make and model in the U.S.

Also, ATM hits
the past few months...

all around Quebec.

You ran product to Canada.

Damn straight.

North Troy, Vermont,
sleepy-ass border check.

Weigh station deals
mostly with trucks.

Cars barely get
a second glance.

That's a reach.

This guy did time,
upstate New York.

I guarantee you he
asked around the yard

about the best way
to cross undetected,

and this is it. Fine.
I'll call border patrol.

Hey, hold on,
if Tillman sees a blockade,

he will kill that girl
without even thinking twice.

We could get a plane from
the Richmond field office.

Let's get in front of him.

Lloyd, is that them?

Tillman's in the backseat;
The girl's next to him.

Shea, do your thing.

Everything will be
all right, Alyssa.

Oh, yeah, listen to Kyle.

If you can't trust him,

who can you trust?

One of the reasons...
You know what? You know what?

I don't even know
why we're going!

You know what?
Then don't go!

That way I won't
have to hear you

piss and moan about it
the whole time!

Fine, you jerk!

You can just hitchhike,
all right?!

Just hitchhike!
Go ahead! Go ahead!

Whoa!

Hey, you know what?
Hey, you know,

that's beautiful, pumpkin!
No, no, no.

Are you happy now?
No!

Why would I be happy?

Look what you made me do!

Dang. Man, miss,

I'm so sorry, miss.

Just tell him no
problem. Let's go.

It's no problem.

Come on, get him
out of the car.

At least let me give
you some money for this.

No! No!
Do you understand English?

Oh, fine...
narrow-assed bitch.

Smart, Shea.

What did you say to her?

Baby, no, just let it go.

August!

I warned you, Ray.

Now someone's gonna

get hurt. You are, if you
don't lower your weapon.

Shea, get them out of the
car. If he moves, I'll...

You'll what, huh?
Split my unibrow?

You still using that one?

Sometimes!

No, no.
You're gonna be all right.

Don't touch her!

Whoa! Bomb!

I'm leaving now.

If you follow me,

I'll just pull over,

run ten feet from the car

and blow this kid to hell.

I can't let you get
in there, Tillman.

Ray, stand down!

Zancanelli, that's an order!

Did you hear me?

Doesn't seem like
you have much of a choice.

Oh-oh, Zanc the tank, huh?

The crazy man? Come on.

I'm not gonna say it again.

Stand down and back
away from the car.

Stand down

and back away!

Now!

I think your boss
wants you to do something.

If you hurt that
girl, Tillman, I swear to God...

You take care, Ray.

Cell phone!

Come on, babe.

Excuse me.

Do you have the time?

Yeah.

Five past 7:00.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's not as crowded,

there's no gangs,

I can call you more often,

and, I mean,
it's still a prison,

but it's-it's better.

And, uh, get this,

they want to make it
a permanent arrangement, so...

when they need us we help,
and every...

every fugitive we catch
is a month off our sentence.

And I, uh...

I have to tell you, Mom...

I actually helped someone
other than myself today.

You could've been
so much more, Lloyd,

so much more.

So, what version did you hear?

I know there are a couple
floating around out there.

I heard you stole some money.

Your daughter turns 16 once,

and when her stepdad tells
her he'll get her a car

because I can't afford it...

Do you know how many times
I've seen cops

five-fingering their way
through a perp's spot?

But I never stuck my hand
in the cookie jar.

Never.

Then a bust goes down,
over a million in cash.

I take exactly $8,250,

not a penny more than
what that car cost.

Now I'm a scumbag con
like the rest of them.

Well, at least you're
in a halfway house.

You could be stuck in Maybelle.

Or chained to a desk,
like you were.

I guess everybody's
running from something, right?

I guess so.

Hey, Ray?

No cons get weapons.

See you soon, Charlie.

Take care, Ray.

Yeah, baby?

I'm coming home.

I feel great.
Uh-huh. Feel great.