Breakout Kings (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 1 - An Unjust Death - full transcript

Shalom, jackass.

Got a package for you.

A torah.

Whatever.

Boss. Boss.

What's the problem?

Too much matzot?

My guts torn real bad,
boss.

I think it's food poisoning.

You know the drill dummy.

Step forward.



- Woods are too big and it's dark.
- Don't matter.

Jesse Owens couldn't outrun them dogs.

Move, move, move!

2x01
- An Unjust Death -

2x01
- An Unjust Death -

Eggs over easy. Bacon, sausage, toast.

Egg white omelet, spinach, no oil please.

Heart smart breakfast. I like it.

That was a concern of the guys at HQ.

Is DuChamp's health up to the task?

Inspector Renner, I'd be happy to take any
one

of those 44-inch waist
desk-monkeys to the gym with me.

See who drops first.

That's why you're perfect
for the promotion.



Yeah, whoever the new chief
of domestic investigation is,

he's going to have to deal with
a lot of bureaucratic shitheads

who need to be challenged.

Whoever? I thought I was the front runner?

Okay, I'm not supposed to say this,

but the bigwigs at USMS headquarters

have verbally signed off
on you getting the job.

Just needs to go through the standard

approval process, a formality.

This is great. This is really good.

I mean, I love D.C. it's a great city.

I got family there, a big skins fan.

But...

As I expressed earlier, I
still have some concerns,

and before I can commit to the job,

I need some reassurances.

Excuse me one second.

Duchamp.

Lloyd, stop bouncing around.

I'm just so excited, okay?

It's been what, a month
since we had a runner?

Starting to think people hated freedom.

Oh, the sweet nectar of
un-institutionalized air.

I am so happy to be out!

I feel like Ricky Martin.

Stop lying. That ain't why you're excited.

You just want to see Julianne.

Okay, that is Poppycock.

No, Poppycock's your prison nickname.

That's true.
There ain't no shame in your game

if you like weezy, George.

I'm not following.

You know, the Jeffersons.

They were like the Cosby’s, but black.

Perhaps, at some point,

I was appreciative of Julianne's genteel,

feminine demeanor,

as opposed to Joan Jett over here,

but that does not mean that
I have feelings for her.

What are you doing?

Math.

We've caught 17 fugitives so far...

Actually, me and Dr.
Poppycock got to the party before you.

We got an extra month in our pocket.

Okay, whatever.
So, I've caught 17 fugitives so far,

so that's 17 months off, two
back on for bad conduct time...

What you get a BCT for?

I shouldn't even have gotten it.

I was minding my own business,

and some chick made a move on me.

Hair was pulled, punches were thrown.

Oh, yeah.

She won't make a move on me again.

Mmm. Cat fight.

Hey. We got a bad one today.

This guy's gonna be a handful.

Yeah, so I've heard.
When were you gonna tell me?

You know, I still have friends
at the marshals office.

Nothing's set in stone yet.
So, you're not denying it.

No, I'm not denying it.

In fact, I don't need to
discuss it with you, either.

Apparently. All right, look,

it's first thing in the morning.

Let's try this whole thing all over again.

How you doing, Ray?

How's it going? Look...

This team was my idea,

but you're the one getting promoted,

the cons get their months off,
and I'm still the schmuck

living in a halfway house with no badge.

Can you see my concern here?

Hey, guys! Welcome back

to Chez breakout kings.

On the menu today is

a runner from Danbury, Connecticut.

He's freshly hatched,

and gone to the dogs, you might say.

But on purpose.

You'll understand when
you read the file, okay?

Ah... what the hell was that?

Never mind her.

Something's going down in there.

Oh, I can translate that one.

I once ate a cannoli this big.

Do you know how handsome I am?

I am very handsome.

You, not so much.

Me? I'm still handsome.

Joke all you want,

but when mom and dad fight,
it's the kids who suffer.

All right, let's get to work.

Damien Fontleroy was imprisoned
ten years ago along with his

lapdog partner, Brent Howson.

Damien Fontleroy?

You know him?

Like beans know ris-ice.

He and Brent were a team.
They targeted pretty coeds.

Brent provided the audience,

because it heightened

Damien's pleasure, being watched.

Notify campus police at every college

in the tristate area.

Lloyd, what's your history with this guy?

Well, I was a few months

out of med school...
Harvard, summa cum laude,

by the way... and

I took part in a government
study of the criminal mind.

Root causes of their pathology,
how narcissism affects

their crime pattern, how their lives...

Why do you keep saying "their"

like you ain't a criminal yourself?

Please hold all comments
to the end of the lecture.

What do you know about this psycho?

Okay, well, his father

was a very wealthy business man,

and studies show that
the neurological makeup

of successful CEOs is often
nearly an exact match

to those of serial killers.

Both are calculating, methodical,

capable of separating

themselves from emotion.

Basically, one tweak in a brain fold,

and you go from Gordon Gecko to Charlie
Manson.

Damien fell into the latter
category, obviously.

Did you help lock his ass up?

Since when do you swear like that?

But no.

I recommended they put
him into a loony bin,

because the only way you could stop someone

with a drive to kill like Damien
is to dope his ass silly.

And when I said that on the stand,

it took, like, two
bailiffs to hold him back.

This guy used Hebrew

override commands because he'd learned

that the prison K9 unit had been trained in
Israel.

He's a smart bastard.

All right, Lloyd, you know his guy.

I want you front and center on this case.

Oh, actually, I was
hoping for more of, like,

a back and off to the
side position, Charlie.

This guy hates me, and
not like you hate me.

He hates me hates me.
I don't want to cross his path.

You can't be scared forever, all right?

His partner, Howson, is locked
up in Jersey. Go see him.

If Brent knows I'm working with
the marshals, he's gonna...

We'll present you

as a doc on a government
assignment, just like

the last time he saw you.

So, stop making excuses,
cause you're going.

If you send just me, you
will get no information.

Okay, if you want a kid to
tell you who broke the lamp,

you wave a little candy
in front of his nose.

You are said candy.

And by the looks of you, I'd say you are

some... gummy... boobs.

You stupid bitch!

I'm right over here, if you need me.

Mm-hmm.

Shake the hair.

Pop the button.

And put 'em on the glass.

Mr. Howson,

I'm Jayne Francis with the U.S. marshals.

Nice to meet you.

As soon as we hear

about Damien's escape
through the grapevine,

I knew it would allow
me to meet new people.

It's a nice perk,

but I'd trade that all away
to have him back behind bars.

You want your friend caught?

No, Damien Fontleroy's no friend of mine.

So, you go on killing sprees
with people you're not fond of?

Since I've been incarcerated, Ms. Francis,

God is the only friend I need.

I've begged forgiveness for my sins.

Damien is hell-bent on
spreading evil like a fever.

Speaking of fevers, it is
beyond hot in here. Just...

Okay, Ray, I think I might
need a minute alone.

Get a grip.

I will if you give me that minute.

We, uh...

We're gonna need any information
you have on Damien.

Ms. Francis, I know nothing of his plans.

We're in different prisons,
haven't spoken in a decade.

You've obviously been sent

in here to disarm me, to make me slip up,

but I can't do that if
I don't know anything.

Either that, or you've been sent here

by Satan to tempt me towards evil thoughts,

and I no longer let that happen.

Has the devil brought you here?

No,

Ray Zancanelli.

But close enough.

Cute.

I'm not certain he's not telling the truth.

His body language shows no
subliminal signs of aggression.

He's kept constant eye contact
with her, not even a peek

at her fun bags.

Charlotte Ray could've worn that outfit

and gotten a con to at least notice.

Maybe he's being honest.

Get in there.

Okay, take five, Mansfield.

Hi.

You're that kid doc that
studied Damien and me.

And all the other lovely
gentlemen awaiting trials

for heinous sex crimes.

I see you haven't changed.

I see you have.

Quick.

No one can serve two masters.

"For he will hate the
one and love the other,"

"or he will be devoted to the
one and despise the other."

You cannot serve both God and money.

I'm surprised you know your Bible, doc.

Well, I'm a genius, I know lots of stuff.

My point is, replace "money" with "Damien."

You can't serve both God and Damien.

How do I know where your
true devotion lies?

The same way I do.

Faith.

This is my cell.

News of a breakout spreads from
prison to prison like the clap.

If you hear anything, please call me.

I swear to God I will.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, you
don't need that thing.

I'm just in a bit of a pickle.

What do you want? Look, I'm really sorry

to bother you, sir, but it was

my older brother's bachelor
party this weekend.

I planned it... fishing, camping.

Except he and his friends still
think I'm still in junior high,

so they got me drunk and
I woke up in the woods

with my shoes tied together.

No wallet, no money.

I was hoping I could use
your phone to call my wife.

Please. I've been walking all day
and I have no idea where I am.

Looks like them boys did more

than just tie your shoes together.

They wrote turd on your forehead.

Great.

I had two older brothers myself.

The older one, I tell you what,

he thought it was the funniest damn thing

that they would take my head,
and they would just shove...

Please, don't.

We got an arm out on the farmer's truck.

An abandoned vehicle found several miles

from here with a dead battery.

Thought the driver may have walked off

into the woods, to cut
across to the state route,

so we checked it out.

We found this.

Well, he's definitely got help.

Somebody left this for him.

Find any info on the vehicle?

Yeah, rented to a Susie G. Brown.

Ran the address; It's fake.

The entire license used
to get the car was bogus.

Someone went through a
lot to help this guy.

Who? I mean, his entire
family disowned him.

Didn't even show up at the
trial... I doubt they'd

stick their necks out for him.
Twisted serial killers

would have all kinds of tail
parading in for conjugals,

sending panties, dirty polaroids.

This happy face here was drawn by a woman.

A woman who cared enough
to get a fake I.D.,

rent a car, go out to
the woods, leave food.

His personal effects should
be in from the prison by now.

You think he kept any of his fan mail?

A narcissist like Damien? I'd be shocked

if he didn't.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Hi. My name's Pete Gillies.

I just moved onto the second floor,

and I'm embarrassed to say,

in all the packing,

I can't find any paper,

and I was expecting a fax.

There's an office supply store
three blocks west, money.

Cool.

No, I think we can spare a ream, Shea.

Think of it as a housewarming gift.

Okay.

Thank you.

Uh, I promise to get you back
as soon as I get settled.

Don't worry about it.

If there's anything else you need,

we're just an elevator ride away.

Okay.

I'll see you around.

My goodness, I feel like Jane Goodall

watching a primate mating ritual.

I could smell your pheromones from here.

Wonder what his story is.

Pete Gillies.

Public urination in college.

Other than that, he's clean.

Seriously, d-did...

You just... search him?

He's a civilian who just
popped into a marshals office.

Yeah, I ran the guy.

So, how long have you known?

Excuse me?

That's messed up, Julianne; Don't play
dumb.

Ray already filled me in about Renner.

Um... he did.

Yeah, yeah, he thought we should
know... but I get the feeling

he's a bit worked up about it, you know?

Um, well, he's worried

about what's gonna happen to him.

Once Charlie gets promoted,

Ray is gonna have to answer to a new boss.

It's... complicated.

Yeah, it is.

Psst.

Check it out, Charlie's
getting promoted out of here.

That means a new boss that

could dump every one of
us, or no boss at all.

I mean, how many marshals want
to head up a group of convicts?

I mean, why else would the

brother and the eye-tie be arguing all day?

Ray's worried his white ass is
gonna be flapping in the breeze.

What about my sweet, sweet ass?

It's gonna be left flapping
right beside Ray's.

Right beside all of ours.

It's hard when you outgrow your friends.

Last year of college was the
hardest, because all my buddies

wanted to do was keg stands and beer bongs,

and I just wanted to catch a good film

or eat someplace other than the food court,

you know what I'm saying?

Totally.

Hi. Roger Kortko.

Adjunct Professor in the
psychology department.

I just started.

Alexa Berger. Annoyed senior

in the "why am I at a rush
week mixer" department.

How do you think I feel?

I'm 32. Oh.

I don't know anyone in town.

Decided to check out campus,
saw free beer. Mmm.

Now I'm the creepy old guy.

I don't think you're creepy.

Well, this old man is heading downtown

for an espresso, and, uh,

hopefully a game of
backgammon if I can find one.

It was nice to meet you, Ms. Berger.

Hey.

Do you mind if I join?

You know what?

Now's not a good time. Maybe later.

What? I said later!

Um...

Okay.

Okay, so, a bunch of
letters written to Damien

over the past couple of
years from a John Brooks.

Problem is,

envelopes look like

they were written by a Wan,

letters by a dude.

You got a problem, Shea?

Nah. Would you like one?

I'm good.
Shea and I

were thinking that one explanation for this

is that it was written by a convict.

See, we can't write letters

to other convicts at other penitentiaries,

so convict "a" writes a letter

to his accomplice on the outside...

quite possibly a female...

who sends his letter to convict "b"...

Damien... using her own envelope
and a P.O box,

which is registered to a bogus name...

John Brooks does not exist; Jules checked.

We're thinking it could be Brent Howson,

- Damien's old partner.
- Yeah, but the contents

of these letters are
benign... all they're doing

is just going back and forth about sports,

movies...

Well, that's what's visible.

You want to send a coded
message on the inside,

you write it with urine.

It gets past the C.O.'s eyes,

but when you hold it to the light,

you see everything.

Problem is, it fades over time.

But that many letters?

They was planning something.

Yeah? Jules, get me on the phone

with the warden for Brent
Howson's prison. Now.

Thanks for cleaning up,

but you better get back now. Come on.

Seriously, Brent, I'll finish up.

You need to get back before you miss count,

or it'll be my keister.

Leave.

Brent?

Hold up.

Good to go, ma'am.

Okeydoke.

Hey, sugar.

So?

Someone wants to say hi.

We did it, brother.

You get here safe. I will.

And you're never gonna believe
who's working with the marshals.

Dr. Lloyd Lowery.

Janet Mason... operates a bookmobile.

It was the only vehicle
that left the prison

before they locked it
down, after the escape.

How do you know she was involved?

'Cause her name ain't Janet Mason.

It was a bogus I.D.

Anything off facial recognition?

Nothing yet.

Anyway, we got the prison
officials isolating

any materials she may have touched

for fingerprint processing.

Here's something.

The bookmobile's plates...

they're legit, registered to the state,

but they've never been
assigned a vin number.

Clean plates, perfect fake I.
D to run the car by the farmhouse

and get access to the prison...
we're dealing with someone

that has an in at the DMV, or works there.

State employees have to have
their photos on file by law.

Yeah, I-I can pull it up.

How can you eat at a time like this?

Let me see if me not
enjoying this tasty burger

makes the computer go faster.

Jules?

Nope. Same speed.

Here we go.

Marge Lubetsky.

Worked at a DMV branch in Hoboken for 15
years.

Okay. We split up, we take two rigs,

we go to Hoboken.

Get me every known address on this chick

and call it into us on the road.

All right, get your gear.
We're getting out of here.

Whoo, whoo.

Yeah. Mm-hmm, coffee
is super-duper yummy.

Mm-hmm. Um, are you still taking your meds?

Yes. When I feel that I need them.

Okay, so you're self-medicating now?

I'm fine.

You want to talk about something?

You're so sweet, Lloyd.

You care so much for me.

All right, you see...

Normally, you wouldn't
stand this close to me.

Fine.

Then I won't.

How you doing, Lloyd?

Um...

Hmm? J-Julianne is off.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Could've swore I thought I saw her

crack the case about 30 seconds ago.

Oh, come on, you can't tell?

Temporary euphoria rises after
somebody ceases medication.

She's masking something, and I'm concerned.

Concerned? Or horny?

Oh, you... lunkhead.

You serious?
You can't see how she's acting?

Come on, we're rolling out.
Ouch, that pinches.

Oh, man.

Any other properties under Marge's name?

Just the one that you're in,

and it wasn't even in her name.

She leased it... cash...
using the fifth fake I.D.

That I've traced back to her so far.

But I'll keep looking.

All right.

They're coming back here.

What makes you so sure?
Their third victim...

Erin Ng... after Damien and
Brent raped and killed her,

they left her in a tub for 24 hours

while they went out, had a steak dinner,

and then caught an 8:00
showing of Corky Romano.

Then they came back and dismembered her.

The good news, relatively speaking,

is that they are probably sated,

at least temporarily.

What was the shortest amount of time

between abductions for them before
they were caught? Three months.

So all indications point to them
coming back to finish this job.

So we're guessing Marge was raped.

She's naked in the tub.

Do we have to do a pap smear?

Lloyd. I just thought they
were only into coed types.

You sound disappointed. Let's focus.

I'm just hoping they got
what they needed from Marge

to hold them over for three months.

Listen, maybe they just changed their M.
O... I mean,

they certainly had enough time
to come up with a new one.

We secure this location
in case they come back,

and we keep looking for them.

It's blocked.

Answer on speaker.

Hello?

Dr. Lowery?

Yes.

It's been a long time. Remember me?

Of course I do.

Not very well, though, huh, doc?

You stood on that stand
and said I was insane.

And I actually felt like you understood me.

Could you give me another chance, please?

I would, but I think
that you've lost a step.

Sending in that whore
to try to trick Brent?

You actually thought that would work?

Keep it up, though, doc.

Practice makes perfect.

You okay?

I'll have Julianne trace the call, all
right?

I want to be armed.

If we are going any further after Damien,

I want to be armed!

No cons get weapons, Lloyd.

Just... stand behind me and Erica.

No, Lloyd.

No.

Right.

All right, Jules, thanks.

Well, Damien had a scrambling
device on his cell phone.

No luck on the trace.

DuChamp.

Oh, hey, Craig. Uh, let me, uh...

Let me get someplace a little more private.

You hear that?

You hear how his voice got all white?

"Oh, hey, Craig."

That's the boss man calling.

His new boss man.
All right, all roads into the cabin

are covered by the sheriff's department.

As soon as they try and
access it, they're snagged.

Meantime, we'll keep
working on other leads.

All right, we'll take shifts.

Get some sleep while you can.

Long night ahead of us.

Listen, we all got to talk in
private... we only got a minute

till Charlie and ray come back, girl.
Open up. Piss off!

Open up.

What do you want?

Listen. Come on.

Where-where did you get
the vanilla body lotion?

I don't have vanilla body lotion. My God,

that is your natural scent?
Woman, you smell like cake.

What-what do you want?

Charlie's getting a promotion and
leaving us eating his dust...

all 'cause we've been killing it

to make him look good. So...

How about we make him
look a little less good

and give his prospective new bosses

a little seed of doubt to chomp on.

Y-you want us to actively
throw this investigation?

You make it sound bad, but yeah.

Yeah, we can't do that, Shea,
not-not for Damien and Brent.

Listen, Charlie gets the
promotion, new guy comes in...

coaching changes means roster change.

Y'all want to help some people?

How about ourselves?

Say-say something.

Who is it?
Who is it?

Look, nothing's set in stone.

I'm just entertaining offers

and exploring opportunities, that's it.

Okay, Charlie, I think we're entitled

to a little more than a
bunch of half-baked cliches

and platitudes.

Actually, as a convict,
you're not entitled to dick.

You know what I'm seeing right now?

I'm seeing a group of people

that's more concerned with themselves than

those two crazies that are
out there murdering women.

That's the fastest track
back to maximum security.

Now, do your jobs.

And I know that the success of this team

is exactly why I'm getting
all these offers.

Don't think I don't know that.

He's looking out for himself.

Same thing we all been doing.

He doesn't owe us anything.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

I think I broke my arm.

No, no, it's okay, it's okay.

Is he all right?

I think he's actually really hurt.

Let's get you to the hospital.
Could you get that door, please?

I'm so sorry.

Wait! Oh, my God! Wait!

Yeah.

Understood.

All right. Thanks.

Oh, thank you.

So, they, uh...

They want an answer.

Today.

Well, you do what's best for you.

You know, good or bad.

That's always been my policy.

I mean, that's how I've
been approaching it.

But I'm realizing that,

you know, a title bump, pay hike...

Isn't what's best.

It's doing what I've
always dreamed of, man,

what I've always wanted to do,
which was be in the action.

Right here.

So...

So I'm gonna tell them, "no, thanks."

Guess you're stuck with me for
a little while longer, right?

You were about to cry.

You wish, man. Your lip's quivering,

your eyes are all glazed over.

Come on, man.

All right.

Hello?

Why did you do this to me?

Who is this?

They said this is your fault.

Why did you do this?

Ma'am, can you put Damien
on the phone, please?

Hey, Dr. Lowery.

I may be a little bit rusty,

but it appears that your
anger is directed at me.

Please let this woman go, and
we can deal with this...

I want an apology...

For slandering my name in court.

I am sorry.

This one's for you, doc.

Help me!

Rebecca Nicks.

Didn't show up to her
boyfriend's last night.

He called campus police,
and then the sheriff.

The boyfriend confirmed that
it was Becky on the recording

of, um, the phone call from earlier.

Campus police got an image of Becky running

last night... I'm sending it to you now.

Well, there's no vehicle in this photo.

Do they have anything else?

That's all they have.

Well, contact Becky's boyfriend... find out

if she had a regular route that she ran,

and check all the traffic
cameras in that area.

We need to find a vehicle

that she might have been abducted in.

Same cargo van Marge
used to break out Brent.

Maybe. Maybe they switched it up on us.

We don't know.

No sign of them.

They didn't rape Marge.

They were just eliminating an accomplice.

You can say it... you told me so.

It's not like that.

No shot they take Becky
back to Marge's cabin?

Probably not. Who knows?

I don't, clearly.

Hey, snap out of it; We need you now.

Okay, so they abducted a coed;

They went back to their old habits, right?

Okay, agreed, but we don't know

where they are, and that girl

doesn't have much time left.

Shh, shh.

Why are you doing this to me?!

Please don't do this.

Shh, shh. Please don't! Please!

Oh, my God, please don't do this.

Please don't do it.

Don't...

Please!

Get her ready.

Shh.

Why are you doing this?

I'll Eric and Lloyd back to the cabin.

They're not gonna go back there.
Then we'll search it.

We'll see if they left anything behind.

It's better than just sitting here.

Just heard from Becky's boyfriend.

He said that she would
always mix up her route

and that she downloaded the data
from each run onto her computer,

but he doesn't have her password.

Not... that she would have
downloaded her last one.

How do you download a run?

If you have a runner's watch.

Julianne, can you blow
up the image of Becky?

I need to see what kind
of watch she was wearing.

That's as far as I can go

before the resolution bottoms out.

That's a runner's watch.

It has a GPS function that
tracks your route and time.

We can use that to find her.

I hope Damien and Brent
didn't figure that out.

They've been locked up for ten years...

they wouldn't know GPS from ups.
You didn't.

Shh...

You're so beautiful.

Signal's hot when we got one.

It's going in and out.

How long before recon overflights?

Half hour.

I'm not waiting.

Let's do it. Let's split up.

Want to hear a secret?

You know why Damien loves glitter lotion?

Please just let me go.

Freeze! Drop it!

I-I'll blow her brains out!

Seriously, I don't care! Please help!

How about I'll blow yours out first?

Put the gun down, Brent!

I can make this right!

Oh, my God!

Somebody help!
I think the chair is slipping.

Please help! Please! Hold on!

Hold on. Grab my legs, Lowery.

That steam will burn right
through you, Charlie!

Just grab my legs; Don't let me fall!

My God!

Please! Please hurry!

The chair's slipping!

Oh, my God! Oh!

I got her on the ledge!

Please help! Pull her up, Lloyd!

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Stop right there!

Put the weapon down, Brent!

That weapon needs to go one place

and that's to the ground,
or I promise you, I'll...

Ray!

Brent's down. We're locat...

Uh, uh.

Believe it.

Dr. Lowery.

What was your recommendation again?

Life in a psychiatric facility

with daily mandatory doses

of tranquilizers and anti psychotics?

You know...

I'm actually beginning to think
you were on to something.

Get...

On your knees.

My diagnosis was wrong on every account.

I should have snuck a scalpel

into one of our interviews
and cut your throat myself.

Ho-ho-ho-ho!

Tough talk from the pussy quack.

I love it.

I have been waiting

for this.

Charlie! Where are you?

Charlie?

Charlie? Charlie?

Charlie! Charlie.

Charlie's shot.
Get emergency personnel here now!

Hey, you're gonna be okay, brother.
Hold on.

Help's on its way. Just hang in there.

Erica...

Hey.

Hey, handsome.

I didn't want...

I didn't want Lloyd... and Shea's ugly
mugs...

To be the last thing I s... I saw.

Okay. I'm...
I'm gonna make you a promise, okay?

When you get out of the hospital,

I'm gonna...

Charlie?

Charlie?!

Do something, Lowery.

Charlie?

- Well, don't stop!
- I said do something! Now!

There's nothing else to do.

He's gone.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

It's never easy.

You may or may not know,
Charlie was being recruited

for chief of domestic investigation.

He'd only do so

if his two requirements were met.

The first being that this
task force remain intact.

The second requirement was...

That in the event he did take the post,

Ray Zancanelli would be reinstated to full
marshal

and take over the task force.

We agreed.

You three...

Are headed back to Maybelle.

And a grief counselor will
be made available to you,

discreetly, of course.

Zancanelli,

you and your civilian
aide need to stay here

and give us a full account
of today's events.

Damien's still out there.

Don't take us back to Maybelle.

Let us hunt this guy down.

I'm sorry.

Sir...

Nobody believed me

when I said Damien should
be institutionalized.

Please believe me now.

He's gonna contact me again.

I'm your best option of finding this guy.

I sympathize with how you feel...

But this case has been
reassigned to another team.

I assure you, capturing Damien
Fontleroy is our top priority.

Again, I'm sorry.

Let me be clear about something right now.

I refuse to dishonor deputy Charlie
DuChamp

by letting what happened today
divert us from our goal.

We will leave here tonight,
we will mourn our friend,

and we'll be back here tomorrow
to track down runners,

because that's what we do.

Because that's what Charlie
would want us to do.

But know this truth:

Our paths will cross with
this son of a bitch again...

And when they do, we will be
the ones to take him down.

No one else.