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(indistinct voices)

MAN (over P.A.):

All visitors must sign in.

All visitors must sign in.

Hi, Barry. It's so great

to finally meet you.

Wow. Pictures don't

do you justice.

ANNOUNCER:

Close gate B-1.

Mom!

Mom.

You came.

You look good.

What do you need, Mars?

Must be something big,

- you couldn't ask. - It on the phone.

I-I just...

You said I wasn't

your son anymore.

- You said you wouldn't know me. - If you passed me on the street.

Not unless you gave me an

apology, is what I said.

That's all.

Is...

that why I'm here?

(gasps)

- MAN (in distance): - Get down!

Open the gate! Open it!

- (alarm rings) - Prisoner, drop your weapon.

- MARS: - Open the gate, screw!

Open... the gate!

Take it easy. Let's

talk this through.

Open the gate,

or I open her throat!

- Mars, you're hurting me! - MAN: - Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Look, I can put you in ad seg,

or I can put you in the ground.

- What's it going to be? - MOTHER: - Mars!

Oh, no!

MAN:

Get down! Down, down, down!

I can't get a clear shot.

Hold your fire.

I'm sorry, Mom.

(people scream)

No...!

O'Connell!

Get down now!

There's number one!

(man shouting)

Wanna try for number two?

Get the doc!

- Open the gate. - Sergeant...

- There's kids. - In there! Open it!

(lock buzzing)

- MAN: - Let them through! - Let them through!

- Where's your keys? - Right there.

Get 'em!

- MAN: - Stand back! Move, move.

- Eyes on them, - eyes on them!

Which car is yours?

Red one over here!

GUARD:

She's bleeding out...

MAN: We need an ambulance!

Get a doctor!

- (cries out) - Go, go, go!

Drive!

(tires screech)

Starla!

Marlon O'Connell,

aka "Mars."

He was doing a one-year bid for

trespassing and petty larceny.

Needed a few things

and wasn't discouraged

- by the fact the hardware. - Store was closed.

- Now, this guy's a lowlife. - And a chronic loser,

But he's never displayed

violent tendencies

- until this morning, - when he killed his mother.

In a visiting yard in Wallkill,

then escaped with a hostage.

He killed his mother?

- The police found. - The hostage's car abandoned.

About a half a mile away,

no signs of O'Connell.

Must have had a ride waiting

he had outside help.

(Shea and Lloyd murmuring)

Shea! This better

be about the case.

Why are you trying to make me

wear these Seinfeld sneakers?

Shea, you think I go out

shopping for your clothes?

- Julianne gets the clothes that. - You all wear. And you'll wear.

Tissue boxes on your feet

if she gives them to you.

I'm just saying, where's

like a Herb in these.

- CHARLIE: - We have a dead civilian.

- And a hostage to. - Worry about, okay?

Now...

This is some bullshit.

The hostage's name

is Starla Roland.

- She was visiting another inmate. - That she met online.

- O'Connell could have. - Left her with her car.

Must still have a use for her.

- Drain her bank account; - something like that?

- Jules, what's the story. - With Starla?

She lives in Montrose

with her parents, it looks like:

Perry and Sandra Roland.

CHARLIE:

Out where her bank account is. D.

That's not going to work;

Of paper in there. Ieces

(hole punch slams)

(phone dialing)

WOMAN (over phone):

Hello.

(phone hangs up)

- (dial tone) - ZANCANELLI: - What the hell's that?

- CHARLIE: - That's weird.

Well, how far is Montrose?

ZANCANELLI:

Lloyd, you stay

in the car.

(doorbell chimes)

WOMAN:

Help! In here! Help!

Oh! Thank goodness.

I fell.

- CHARLIE: - Ray! All clear.

- You okay? - Yes.

- Here, let me. - Help you up.

Where is he?

Is he here?

Who?

They're not here, Ray.

She just fell out of her chair

going to get the phone.

Well, she's not his hostage.

She's his girlfriend.

What will it do?

I don't know.

I heard it'll take

a man's head clean off.

Baby!

Mrs. Roland, Starla

isn't only implicated

in O'Connell's escape,

- but she's also an. - Accessory to murder.

I can't believe

that she knew

that he was going to kill his

mother; She couldn't have.

- You do accept that. - Your daughter.

Was a willing participant

in his escape.

My stepdaughter, actually.

Her mother died years ago.

But I raised her as a daughter,

until I got sick.

And now.

Starla takes care of me.

She's a good girl.

But that Mars... he changed her.

(door opens)

Perry!

Are you

okay?

Thank you very much for

leaving work early and

talking to us, Mr. Roland.

- MR. ROLAND: - I just heard more of the details - On the radio, and I'm sorry,

We're not talking to you.

Not without a lawyer, uh-uh.

- My daughter. - Is a good girl.

- Your wife tells. - A different story.

What did you

say to them?

Nothing.

She is a good girl.

But she gets involved

with the wrong type...

MR. ROLAND:

So she has a thing

for bad boys. So what?

- Perry, you have. - To admit...

Mars was not like

the other boys.

- How long did they date. - Before he was arrested?

Four weeks?

Weeks?

We thought his legal troubles

would put an end to it,

but she became even more

obsessed with him.

Not another word.

Not without a lawyer.

Anyone asks,

we never saw this.

I had a friend at county pull.

- Mars O'Connell's juvenile. - Records.

Supposed to be sealed.

(distant siren wails)

ERICA:

Jules, uh,

- just out of curiosity, - what's the...

What's the story

with you and Ray?

Story?

Yeah, I thought

you two had a...

No, not at all.

'Cause I'm around

four men in my life.

Charlie's married,

Shea is as good

as married, and...

Lloyd is... Lloyd.

But you're, uh...

- you're telling me. - Ray's available?

Uh... yeah.

Interesting.

SHEA:

Check this out.

At 11,

Mars was cited for shooting a

neighbor's cat with a BB gun.

At 13, he was cited for making

threatening phone calls

- to a teacher. - At 15...

He was arrested for burning down

a homecoming float.

- What? Those are Little. - Rascal crimes.

Oh, really?

- Well, it's not about. - The crimes, Spanky.

- It's what it tells us about. - Mars: Arm-length aggression,

He's a loner, dad's not

in the picture, you know?

- And then you pair him up. - With Starla. Hey Julianne,

- Do we know how. - Starla's mom died?

- That's got to factor. - Into this somehow.

- JULIANNE (over phone): - I'm trying to find out.

- Everything I can about Starla, - but it's not easy.

She doesn't have

a criminal record.

See, personalities

are like molecules,

and some molecules react

with one another, sometimes

quickly and dramatically.

- You know, take Charlie. - And Shea, for instance.

I don't have a problem

with Shea.

- Okay, two dark-skinned. - Men: One of them,

Born in poverty, and

driven to a life of crime

- by a cultural mistrust. - Of authority;

- The other, college-educated, and. - Working for the same government.

That enslaved his people.

Do you have a point?

- If you bring. - Those together,

They are predictably

explosive. Boom!

- Finish. - LLOYD: - Okay.

Mars O'Connell and Starla.

Roland, on the other hand,

- they fell hard for each other, - and that.

Is a synthesis reaction.

It's two simple compounds

combining to create

something altogether new.

Now, it's a passive female,

finally defies her parents,

she goes rebel. And then

a latently aggressive male

- finally crosses over. - To overt violence.

- Because she validates and. - Encourages his basest fantasies.

Now, the only question is, how

far do those fantasies extend?

- So, you think. - There'll be more bodies?

- JULIANNE: - Guys? Two weeks ago,

Starla went to Pennsylvania

and bought a gun.

Yeah, I'm guessing more bodies.

MARS:

Good afternoon.

(screaming, gunshots)

(indistinct police radio

(transmission)

CHARLIE:

Everybody ran as fast and

as far as they could,

including the cashier.

- Nobody saw which. - Way they went,

- Or what kind of car. - They were driving.

- She posed. - No threat.

They had access

to the register.

They killed her

for the hell of it.

- These are spree killers, you. - Guys: Starkweather and Fugate,

- Bonnie and Clyde, - Klebold and Harris.

Two unremarkable people

who cross paths

and the result

is bloodshed.

Bad chemistry.

Yeah, like I was saying, uh,

aluminum and iron oxide.

- Individually, they're stable; - you mix them together,

You get thermite,

and that starts a fire

- that you can't put out. - SHEA: (laughs) - How'd that conversation go?

"Hey good-looking!"

"Why don't you finish"

that chocotini,

and we'll go

"kill a hobo."

LLOYD:

Yeah, more or less.

The dominant person seeks out

someone who shares

his sick view of the world.

ZANCANELLI: How do you make

that girl into a murderer?

The same girl who nurses

her ailing mother?

Ah, that makes it easier

to flip her. I mean,

Starla's a grown woman,

- but for the past ten years. - She's been giving stepmom.

Sponge baths and wiping her ass.

- She's looking for a dominant. - Male in the mold of her father;

Someone to take her away

from all this. In walks Mars.

Charlie, did the guy in

the kitchen overhear

anything useful?

What guy in the kitchen?

ERICA:

This guy.

(whimpering)

- CHARLIE: - His name's Patrick Malloy.

He's got two kids.

And that's his wife.

She's in that body bag

right there.

No wonder he won't talk.

- He's probably got. - A wicked case.

Of survivor guilt.

He was in there

for the whole thing, Lloyd.

- Mr. Malloy, I can. - Only imagine.

What you're going

through right now,

but we really need

to know what you saw

and heard in there.

There's a bird called

the Nepalese egret.

And the Nepalese egret

builds her nest

in the riverbank

to keep her eggs warm.

But that leaves them

vulnerable to crocodiles.

But when a croc does attack,

the egret does

something kind of strange;

She flies away.

- She flies away, - Mr. Malloy,

Because she knows that

if she stays to fight,

- the crocodile. - Will kill her.

And there'll be no one

to look after the eggs

that do survive.

Those two people

had a gun.

If you stayed to fight,

who would have looked

after your kids?

You did the right thing.

And I know that you are

in an incredible amount

of pain right now, but

we need your help, sir.

ERICA:

What's Mars looking at?

By the display rack.

Pamphlets.

Tourist trap stuff.

- ZANCANELLI: - What, they going. - Sightseeing?

- CHARLIE: - He said they took. - His wife's keys.

And drove away in

her car, a blue Rav 4.

Here's her license plate.

I'll get Jules on it.

- You got blood on. - Your Seinfeld shoes.

- ERICA: - Lloyd, did that. - Guy overhear Mars.

- And Starla. - Saying anything?

- No. Yes. - Uh, she said something.

About a roll in the hay

after they were done.

A roll in the hay?

Yeah.

Good place to lay low in

the off-season.

CHARLIE:

There's the blue Rav 4.

Erica, you and me, let's go

flush 'em out.

What, and I just gotta sit in

the car?

- Since when do you ever. - Want to get involved, Shea?

- Fine. They could be. - Anywhere up in there.

You could use my help.

But you're the man.

You say sit, I sit.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hold on a second.

- We need somebody out here. - To cover the entrance.

And wait for backup. Got it?

(car door shuts)

Got it.

- Here's everything. - I have so far on.

- Mars O'Connell. - And Starla Roland.

I'll look for more.

- Get to work, Lloyd. We need to. - Find a pattern before these two.

Kill again.

Like I've been saying,

there's not gonna be a pattern.

- They're just gonna kill whenever. - The opportunity presents itself.

So we're either gonna need

dumb luck to catch these guys

or just wait for Starla

to turn on Mars.

I don't see that happening.

- Yeah, it will. - The submissive partner is.

- Less immune to guilt than. - The dominant one.

- So, eventually, - she's gonna start. - Feeling bad about.

- The killings. - And look for a way. - To undermine Mars' plans.

- We're not going to wait for her. - Conscience to kick in.

- Huh? - Sit down. - Get to work.

Yeah, okay.

(sighs)

- Lloyd? - Mm-hmm?

Um, could I ask your advice

about something?

Mm-hmm.

If there was someone

I felt strongly about,

and, um, there was

only a brief window

of opportunity

to make my feelings known...

You-You mean, like, you,

you only have

- occasional access. - To this person...?

- Sort of. - Okay.

You know, given

- the issues that I've. - Been working through.

And the fact that I'm...

You should go for it.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- Because... - You know, - A healthy. - Relationship.

- Moves you into the. - Adult ego state,

Which grounds you for...

(clears throat)

The short answer is

that, yes, you should go for it.

You sure?

Completely.

- (whispers): - Ow...

CHARLIE:

Any one of you tries

- to escape, - you'll all get sent back.

- To where we found you, - sentences doubled.

(keys click in ignition)

You see anything?

Go tell the others. Here.

REPORTER (over radio):

Killing at least 49 soldiers

and 13 civilians.

Damage to the base

is said to be heavy...

Must be the winter

superintendent.

Wallet's missing. No key ring.

They must have got in

his vehicle.

♪ ♪

(moaning)

- STARLA: - Uh-oh, I think we're in trouble.

(Starla giggles)

(giggling)

- MARS: - Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You can't park here.

Come on out.

♪ ♪

(gunshot)

We got the officer's

dashboard cam footage.

It uploads remotely.

All right, shut it off.

LLOYD:

Shh, I can't hear.

You know how it ends!

- Shut it off! - You want to know what.

These two are capable of,

you gotta watch this, Ray.

(gunshot)

These two are going down.

- Mars O'Connell. - And Starla Roland have.

So far racked up four bodies.

- Now, the media's. - Only reporting three,

- Because they don't know. - About the park superintendent.

- We're hoping that if O'Connell. - And Roland don't know.

- That we found the body, - then they might try.

- To use one. - Of his credit cards.

- Uh, there's still. - No hits on those.

The execution of New Jersey.

State Trooper Glen Randall

- has made this. - An extremely high profile case.

- Right, 'cause it ain't a big. - Deal until a cop gets capped.

Let me explain to you what

should motivate you, Shea.

- There are over. - A dozen state.

- And federal agencies working. - On this case right now,

- So if the "Breakout Kings" - don't crack it,

- You don't get your month. - Why are you.

Always riding my ass, man?

Oh, I can explain that to you.

Shut up, Lloyd.

They finally found the police

cruiser in Wanaque,

- New Jersey, sunk. - In the reservoir.

- No wonder the transponder. - Wasn't working.

- So they must've stolen. - Another ride,

But nothing's

been reported.

- Okay, so they're still roughly. - Moving south. How are we.

- Supposed to know. - What they're gonna do next.

- If we can't predict. - Their next move?

Um, I-I've been compiling a list

of Mars' known associates,

and it turns out that while

he was awaiting trial,

he spent three weeks in a cell

with Harry Lee Reddin.

- SHEA: - The bankrobber?

- They put him in. - Sing Sing with me.

Consecutive life sentences

for killing them tellers.

No joke. Dude's a badass.

- Ray's the one who brought him in. - When he ran.

Uh, it caught my eye

because of the

fairgrounds thing.

Uh, Reddin hid out for a few

days in a ski resort in July.

- Yeah, he was also a stickler. - For changing up cars.

- At least once a day, - just like these two.

Mars must have been taking

some lessons from him.

- Why don't you go see. - If Reddin can shed.

- Some light on. - Mars' intentions?

- He won't be happy. - To see me. - If you need a hand,

I can tag along.

A little eye candy

never hurt a negotiation.

Ray, wait up.

I'll, uh, print you

a map to the prison.

- Sing Sing? Jules, I. - Been there a hundred times.

Don't worry about it.

Okay. Well, uh, then

good luck.

What was that?

That, that wasn't, um...

Th... I wasn't, uh...

I didn't...

- CHARLIE: Zancanelli, - let's go!

Gotta run.

Hey, you okay?

Mm-hmm.

(bell ringing in distance)

Sorry for pimping

you out like this.

If things get creepy,

you let me know.

I appreciate it, Ray.

And if he wigs me out,

I'll give you my safe word.

But don't worry.

I've never needed it before.

GUARD:

Open the interrogation room!

(buzzer sounds)

Aw, Zancanelli,

you can kiss my ass.

What's up with you, Angelina?

Mango.

How you been, Harry?

Assume you heard

- of Mars O'Connell? - Man, I ain't telling you dick.

- Look, Reddin, - this is what

I could do for you

if you cooperate:

I could get you into

the prison GED program.

Great, so I can

train to be a dental assistant.

You'll get one hour

a week of internet access.

We could arrange it so

- the guards turn off. - The content filters.

- ERICA: You can go. - To any site you want.

Till your forearm seizes up.

You gonna put that in writing?

ZANCANELLI:

Come on, you know

I'm good for it.

Tell me about Mars.

This guy's pulling moves

right out of your playbook.

Writing a playbook of

his own, sounds like.

Well, did Mars share any

fantasies about killing people?

- You know, going. - Hog wild like this?

He didn't share a lot.

Didn't have much personality

at all. I sure never

figured him

for a psycho.

Well, come on.

Give me something.

- You spent three weeks. - With this guy.

- Yeah, but I did. - All the talking.

- He asked me like a million. - Questions, you know,

How to keep on the run

so long, but...

- I never thought. - Anything of it.

- All the cons want. - To hear that stuff.

So what'd you tell him?

How to get some easy cash.

How I hit those resorts

in the off-season.

Told him when the heat's hot,

you gotta hole up a while.

That's how I kept you

at bay, dumb guinea.

You call me that again,

- and you'll lose your teeth. - Along with your internet.

You hear me?

Easy, Ray.

ZANCANELLI:

What else about Mars?

I told him to

establish a routine.

Get everyone thinking that

they know what your next

move's gonna be,

then break the routine.

By the time they figure it

out, you're a puff of smoke.

- Like how you robbed. - Five banks in one week,

Then busted into that

beach house to kick back?

Yeah, like that.

And I told him, if you're

going to sit awhile,

you might as well

pick someplace nice.

(giggling)

(squeals, giggles)

(giggling)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Shotgun's missing from the rack.

Great.

Still no reports of a vehicle

stolen from the vicinity?

For all we know, they hitched

their way out of here.

- Maybe, but that hasn't. - Been their M.O.

So far. I mean, they

just take what they want.

- They're breaking. - Their routine.

- What are you. - Mumbling about?

That's how Reddin got

the cops off his tail.

He established a routine,

and broke it without warning.

- I mean, these guys stole, what, - four different cars to get here?

We're busy looking

for the next one.

But there isn't one.

- So what are you saying? - They're still in the area?

ERICA:

Hey, come check this out.

Another thing Reddin said is

when it's time to lay low,

find someplace nice.

High-end subdivision?

How far do you think

they're willing to walk?

- SHEA: - Criminals are lazy,

- So any of these. - Houses would do.

- So let's say they. - Walk 15 minutes, tops,

- Average walking speed. - Is three miles per hour,

Which gives us a radius

of what? Um...

What's the, what's the formula

to find the area of a circle?

Do I look like Lloyd?

It's roughly 2 miles.

- Housing densities we got. - Around here? That gives us

2,000 doors to knock on. We got

to be more efficient than that.

- Well, they're just not going. - To pick any old house.

- They're going to pick. - Houses that don't... - CHARLIE: - Don't tell us.

- Tell them. - Excuse me.

CHARLIE:

Can I get your attention,

please, everyone?

This is Shea Dan...

Hof... nagle.

Shea Hofnagle.

- Shea is a. - Convicted felon.

Who has chosen to

generously lend his expertise

- to the U.S. Marshals. - He's going to tell you.

What to look out for.

Mr. Hofnagle?

A'ight.

- You want to blow. - Right past any crib.

- That has an alarm. - Company sign out front.

- Hey. Buddy. - Eyes here.

- OFFICER: - Sorry.

- You're looking for something. - Nice and private.

So the neighbors can't see

you jimmy a window. Feel me?

So we looking for fences,

bad exterior lighting...

Oh! And look for houses

with no dead patches

on the lawn.

No dead patches

means no dogs.

(chuckling)

You know, all my life I got

- people like you. - Looking down on me.

Bunch of rich bitches.

MARS:

Now you're looking up

at me, aren't you?

You know, my mom worked

three jobs just to feed me?

(whimpers)

How many jobs you got, huh?

Let me guess. Zero?

- Except maybe. - Spreading your legs.

- For this one every. - Other Thursday.

Birthdays and special

occasions included?

How about you, Sparky?

Oh, I think Haley

has something to say.

Let's hear her out.

- Please. We have lots. - And lots of nice stuff.

- Please just take what. - You want and go.

- MARS (imitating Haley): - Go!

- (laughs) - Go?

- Oh, no, we're. - Not going yet.

We got very special

plans for you people.

Isn't that right, Starla?

First, I have some

errands to run.

Sweetheart,

where'd you put the

keys to the Mercedes?

- JULIANNE: - Wow.

Lloyd, look at this.

Starla's mother died

in a car accident

- when Starla was. - Eight years old. - Yikes. That's right.

In the sweet spot

of a child's moral and

emotional development.

Starla was with her when they

got hit by a truck. The car

- was wedged underneath. - The cab of the semi.

Paramedics had to use the.

Jaws of Life to get Starla out.

And after her mother died,

they had to saw through her body

in order to extricate

eight-year-old Starla

- and rescue her. - From the vehicle.

- Jesus, no wonder she. - Has a death fixation.

(computer beeps)

Someone just used the fair

superintendent's ATM card.

Right inside our

search area.

(siren wails)

(tires screeching)

Yeah. Establish a perimeter.

Watch every exit.

No one gets in or out.

All right.

That's her.

That's Starla!

(tires squealing)

(horns honking)

Where is he?

Where's who?

- You know who I'm talking. - About. Where is he?

Where's Waldo?

Some rope, bleach, staple gun.

What are you sickos up to?

MAN: It's not about

inter-agency bullshit.

We're all trying to catch a guy

who killed that trooper.

LLOYD: Hey, hey...

- I appreciate that. You and your. - Guys will get a crack at Starla.

- As soon as our specialist. - Is done with her.

- Hey, Charlie. Could you please. - Explain to this cretin.

That I'm one of you guys?

- CHARLIE: - You're not one of us,

- But it's okay, - cut him loose.

There you go.

What's your plan?

LLOYD:

I'm going to play

on her guilt, okay?

- Once the submissive. - Partner's caught,

She invariably tries to

blame the other one, right?

- Uh, say she was forced. - Into it, whatever.

Well, she hasn't yet.

- Just give it. - Some time, Ray.

- No, Lloyd, we. - Don't have time.

- That psychopath is. - Still out there.

She's still under his spell.

And it's your job

to break it.

Let's go.

HALEY:

You know, we have another car,

if you want to go look for her.

Maybe she took off.

Shut your face!

I felt his presence before

I ever even laid eyes on him.

LLOYD:

You know, Starla, uh...

the less cooperative you are,

the more trouble

you're going to be in.

- Then he smiled. - At me, and he said,

"My name is Mars, and

I've had my eye on you."

The second I heard that name,

I knew he was the one.

Mars and Starla? I mean,

tell me that doesn't

imply some sort of

cosmic connection.

- Anything for you in. - That mailbox, Shea?

- There was no answer. - I was just checking.

To see if they'd brought

in the mail... Yo!

Oh, are you serious?

Turn around.

CHARLIE: Man, those are

some ugly shoes.

- Hit every house in a ten-block. - Radius of the shopping plaza.

Maybe she drove there?

- Dumped the car once. - Your boys showed up.

- So the registration wouldn't. - Lead them to the house.

We'll go wider.

Starla, did you know that, uh...

Mars was going to

kill his own mother?

How'd you feel when you

saw him slit her throat?

Does it bother you

to think about that?

It didn't bother Mars.

She was his mother.

- What about the woman in. - The convenience store?

The state trooper?

Why did they deserve to die?

- They didn't deserve. - To live.

They didn't have what

it takes to survive

in this world.

- Only those with the. - Strength to take a life.

- Deserve to have. - A life at all.

Is that what Mars told you?

Do you know that Mars is

the ancient god of war?

This is Ellie Kearns.

Look at me when

I'm talking.

She stood by and did nothing

- while her husband. - Raped and murdered.

A string of college students

30 years ago.

This is her today.

- Serving a life. - Sentence because.

- She could've stopped. - Him, and didn't.

And every year she blubbers

to the parole board,

and every year they send her

packing. That's going to be you,

if you don't give up Mars.

Would you like...

some water?

It's right here.

Ray.

Could I, uh, talk to you

for a quick second, please?

(clearing throat)

(clearing throat)

I don't think she's

going to turn on Mars.

Why not? You said the submissive

partner eventually...

I know what I said, but...

Listen to her, okay?

Look at her behavior.

She turns her body.

She makes you go

around to face her

- on her terms. You get in her. - Grill, she challenges.

- Your dominance by staring you. - Straight in the eye.

She doesn't even think

to push her glass closer

so I can fill it.

- Ray, nine times out of ten. - The male partner.

Is the one who drives

these murderous dyads,

but not in this situation.

She's the dominant

one, all right?

- She is calling. - All the shots.

Lloyd, she's like

a buck-oh-six.

- I know, but, Ray, her parents. - Said she went through.

- A whole series. - Of delinquent boyfriends.

Before she settled

on Mars, right?

She was auditioning

potential killers.

I said before, she was

looking for a dominant

male like her father.

No, she takes after her father.

She's the strong one.

Which means Mars... the

monster that she created...

Is out there running around

- without anybody. - To rein him in.

- And he's scared. - And he's desperate.

- And if he has. - Hostages, Ray...

You know what, screw this.

I'm going to pull

the car back around.

You keep an eye on her.

What are you going to do?

Okay, fruit loop,

- you don't want. - To give us Mars?

I'm going to drag you

up and down every cul-de-sac

in that subdivision

screaming his name.

And when he sees you

with my gun in your mouth,

he's going

to show himself.

HALEY:

She's gone, okay?

But maybe that's

a good thing.

It means that you don't have

to listen to her anymore,

and that you can...

She doesn't tell me what to do!

I didn't mean that.

All that I meant was...

Look, all of you get up.

Go down to the basement.

What? Why?

Why do you think?

(whimpering)

Get up!

Maybe she's lost.

These neighborhoods

all look the same. It's...

- She's just. - Lost, that's all.

And if you do this

without asking her...

You should give her

a little more time.

Like, maybe like this height...

I need a badge

or something, man.

(phone ringing)

- That's the third time. - These fools.

- Pegged me for. - A Jehovah's Witness.

Julianne, what's up?

Charlie, Ray's got a plan.

All right.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Charlie.

Yeah, we're about to leave.

- Unless you got. - A better idea.

- LLOYD: - You know, Starla, I uh...

I know how your

mother died.

- Seminal moment. - Of your childhood...

- Just watching life. - Escape from a body.

So now, every time

that you kill,

you're reliving the

last few moments you had

with your mother. It's...

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, I'll be careful.

It must be awful.

Wait.

- Easy, now. - Oh, easy yourself.

You want to know

where Mars is?

(gun hammer cocking)

All right,

I'll take you

right to him.

Oh... feces.

- Hey, Ray, Ray, - great plan, man.

- Move. - Really great plan.

- Are you soft. - In the head?

- Shut up or I'll. - Snap you in half.

- You'll snap... When will you. - Snap me in half? 'Cause maybe.

- You haven't noticed yet, - but we're about to die.

- If she gets us in this house, - we're going to die.

- Shut up! - Lloyd, keep. - Your cool, man.

- You are a meatball. - This sucks! This sucks, Ray!

Do something!

You know what? He's right.

I think I'll just

disarm you out here.

Keep moving.

I'll do it.

I'm not so sure.

If she doesn't,

I will.

Inside.

Look, baby, U.S. Marshals.

I'm not a U.S. Marshal.

I'm a criminal. I'm

one of you guys.

Move!

Why don't you let these people

go? We'll take their place.

Why don't you speak

for yourself, Ray?

Get on your knees.

Keep your hands up!

ZANCANELLI:

At least let the kids go.

They don't need to see this.

(gun cocking)

My death's on

your hands, Ray.

- I'm holding you. - Responsible for this.

- Get 'em, Mars. - Do 'em both.

- Don't listen. - To her, Mars.

It was her idea,

we know that.

Pull the damn trigger!

Why don't you do it yourself?

Why won't she do it herself?

STARLA:

You don't think I can?

Think again.

(gun cocking)

(click)

It's a trap! Shoot 'em, Mars!

Shoot 'em!

(yelling)

(clamoring shouts)

- ZANCANELLI: - It's about time.

(pistol slide racking)

(handcuffs clicking)

- MARS: - It was her idea.

I didn't want to do

any of it for real.

It was all just talk,

but she...

What the hell happened?

I dropped the

keys on purpose

- so she'll lead us here. - And what happened?

- You guys stopped. - For a smoothie?

- We almost ate lead. - Julianne had. - To track your phone.

It takes a minute.

Let's go.

You telling me that

you let her escape?

I didn't tell you because I

needed it to feel authentic.

- The gun wasn't. - Loaded, Lloyd.

That's a great plan, Ray.

What about his gun, huh?

That's a fair criticism.

(all sobbing)

Yeah.

Look, man, if I hadn't

spotted Starla...

There's no way we would

have gotten there in time.

I think I earned the right

not to wear these anymore.

Fair enough.

Shea.

- I want you. - To understand.

That I don't distinguish

between shades of color in here.

Color?

Man, I look at you and

the only color I see is blue.

And that's cool.

As long as I get my months off.

You're getting your months off.

Hey, about what happened

at the coffee machine...

Oh, that.

I was... I was just trying

to give you a kiss on the cheek.

And then you moved

your head, and...

I'm just...

I know, right.

Um... I'm sorry.

Come here.

(distant siren wailing)

I should have known.

I knew it.

I hate being a bridesmaid.

What's going on?

What's going on?

You used me, Raymond.

Yeah, I did.

Effectively.

You should have told me

what the plan was.

- Instead of panicking, - I could have helped.

- Your panicking. - Is what sold it.

No, you used me, selfishly.

And you're doing

the same shit

with Julianne.

- What are you. - Talking about?

I'm talking about the fact

that anybody with an eyeball

- can see that she has. - A thing for you.

- And you exploit. - That for what,

- To get her on the team, - to keep her focused...?

Are you out of your mind?

We're close because

I was there when she got.

DQ'd from the academy.

And I've been trying to get that

kid back on her feet ever since.

- So you get your. - Facts straight.

But you don't need to dangle

a relationship carrot

in front of her face

just to get her to

do good work, okay?

- That is self-serving. - And it's damaging, Ray.

You're sping

out, Lowe.

Try and get it together.

What's your problem?

- JULIANNE: - Guys?

The van to Maybelle is waiting.

(door closes)

(sighs)

Come here, just buy her

some flowers, Lowery.

And keep me out of it.

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