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- You know damn well. - Who did this.

Yeah. Bummer.

Now clean it up.

You just can't let those

bastards do this to you.

Yeah, well, there's three

of them and one of me.

- Yeah, well, you go in hard, - you surprise them, huh?

- You could take. - These humps!

You make

the first move,

- and once you do, - you draw 'em in,

I use this.

You really

gonna back me up?

You'd do the same

for me, huh?

MAN (over P.A.):

Last call for...

Last call for...

The commissary will be closing

in ten minutes.

I got your back.

(man grunts)

(inmates clamoring)

(grunting)

GUARD:

Lock it down! Lock it down!

(grunting)

- GUARD: - Backup! Someone call for backup!

(alarm ringing,

(inmates clamoring)

Lock it down!

Lock it down!

Andre!

(grunts)

(inmates clamoring)

(alarm continues ringing)

Andre! Andre!

(grunts in pain)

You bastard!

(metallic squeaking, clank)

Let's go, let's go.

- "Snitch" is with a "T," - by the way.

GUARD (over P.A.):

Convicts, on the ground!

Hands in the air!

Convicts, on the ground!

Hands in the air!

If that door ain't open

in two seconds,

you're on your own.

Let's go. Let's go.

- ANDRE: - You sure you brought everything?

(alarm continues ringing)

- Come on. - Move your ass!

This... this better hold.

(alarm continues ringing)

(tires squealing)

- Baby, I am. - So proud of you.

(scoffs) Helping out

the U.S. Marshals,

- not in a million. - Years did I think...

- Hey, you're getting out early. - Because of it.

That's all I care about.

No, you're right.

You're right.

So, the people you're working

with, they're nice?

I guess they're

all right, for cops.

And the other informants?

Hey, hey, hey,

I ain't no informant.

- Baby, I didn't mean it. - Like that.

I haven't given them dick on

anyone I used to run with.

They just bounce stuff

off me, that's all.

Shea, you're the same man

that I've always known.

Nothing has changed.

If anything,

I love you more now,

- because you're doing. - What's right by us.

Baby, when

we're together again,

we're gonna be free and clear...

No more running.

We can't go back to that.

(sighs)

Hey, you smell good.

I wish we could be alone.

You don't even want to know

what you go through

to get into one of them

conjugal trailers.

No way I'm having any C.O.

take a rubber glove to you.

- GUARD: - Daniels, no excessive contact!

Daniels!

I want you, baby.

Let me figure

something out.

My man.

GUARD:

Daniels, transpo van is here.

Andre Brennan.

Escaped while his cellie

basically started a riot.

- Started it. - As a distraction?

We'll never know.

- His cellie's dead. - How'd he escape?

- They don't know. - Warden's doing an investigation.

Well, he was in for tax evasion,

but has been a suspected

associate of the Bad Elvises.

Anyone?

- A ring of international. - Jewelry thieves.

Never caught.

Correct.

- They're known. - For sophisticated methods,

Advanced materials,

coded communications,

and they are violent.

Jewelry store in Brussels two

years ago... heist gone wrong.

- Security guards. - Never stood a chance.

- Interpol never. - Pinned it on him,

- But we know he was. - The mastermind.

Wait, can we go back?

Bad Elvises... could they

do no better for a name?

- They were given. - The name.

- By the press. - After a heist.

- Where they all wore. - Ridiculous pompadour wigs.

- That's no excuse. - Now Breakout Kings,

That's a name that

got ring to it.

- "Breakout Kings"? - Is that what they're calling us? - I love it.

- We're not called. - Breakout Kings. - Why not?

'Cause we're not breaking out

of anything.

You know what?

Don't worry about it.

Hello, blue eyes.

Come to mama.

He's got a Park Avenue

address, a boat,

a Bentley Flyer! Whoa!

- He was living. - The high life.

- Must've been thieving. - For a long time.

Before they caught him.

- You guys want alone time. - With the files or.

- Are you ready to do some work? - I don't know, Ray.

Have you seen the folder

- on this guy's conjugal visitors? - It's amazing.

- Shea, would I be correct, - in referring.

To this gentleman

as a playa with mad game, yo?

Yeah, back in the '80s.

Check this out.

- This just came. - From the warden's office.

A tip of a copied key

found inside the lock

in the visitors' area.

- What the hell's. - That made out of?

- Plastic. Melted-down. - Toothbrush, most likely.

SHEA: He got that copy

from somebody.

I'd be talking to trustees and

guards, see who knew him.

- Take a trip. - To the prison.

- Charlie. - Yeah.

Uh, think we could talk

about me getting some

alone time with my girl?

Anything else you need?

Candlelight, bubble bath?

Come on, man, I'm just looking

for a little time.

- You are getting time, Shea. - Time off your sentence.

- Other than that, - you get nothing.

Do your job.

- Jules, on our way there, - run every trustee.

- I want to see anybody. - That's had contact with him.

Also pull his visitation log.

Andre's up to something.

I want to know what.

- That's some. - Bad luck, huh?

The key breaks off

in the lock,

we would've never

looked into you.

Lots of trustees like me

are around keys, boss.

Hate to break it to you,

- but you're gonna have. - To keep looking.

- How many trustees. - Have wives.

That make nine dollars an hour

folding laundry

and go out and a brand-new.

Escalade, cash?

She got taken on

- the upholstery and. - Leather insurance.

You never get that.

- I told her two days. - Ago to sit.

On the money for a year,

and she goes out

- and buys an Escalade?! - Now, Fuente,

- Why don't you just tell us. - Everything you know.

- Then we won't have. - To go after your wife.

For aiding and abetting,

- and as a conspirator. - In the escape.

- I'll kill her. - I'm seriously gonna kill her.

(speaks Spanish)

Now!

Andre gave me 25 grand

to make a copy of a key.

Come on.

The rig cost more than 25K.

I told Andre

I needed another week,

and he just about blew a gasket.

He said he needed to be out

by this morning,

and he'd double my price.

- Why the hurry? - I don't know.

- His wheels were always turning, - you know?

Where is he headed?

Where is he going?

Probably female-related.

You should have saw

some of the tomatoes

that were coming to visit him.

It was like a Victoria's.

Secret catalog.

I mean, I'd say, "Andre",

who's that knockout?"

- I don't know. - How he did it.

ERICA:

He is well-endowed.

I guarantee it.

- JULIANNE: - How can you tell?

I mean, I-I don't, I don't care.

- It's just, you know, - you said that...

Ray. Yes!

I'm here.

He's confident, yet calm.

- He doesn't need to resort. - To all the nonsense.

Guys do that need

to compensate.

He knows what

he's got.

Look at that expression.

It's, like, "Whatever."

"I don't need to make"

a big deal out of it.

- You know why? Hmm? - "Because I'm packing."

- All that from a mug shot. - Yes.

- Not because you. - Haven't had.

A conjugal in three years

- and maybe you're starting to. - Hallucinate a little?

Maybe a little.

- I thought it was not the size. - Of the liner,

But the motion of the ocean.

Who told you that, Lloyd?

And please,

don't say your mother.

- I read an article. - In Psychology Today.

Uh-huh.

Will do. Right away.

Andre paid a lot of money

to be out today.

- So Charlie and Ray. - Want us.

- Looking into anything. - Time-sensitive.

And who were his most

recent female contacts.

Kate Lavin.

Andre is a man

who lives

for instant gratification,

his vanity,

his trappings of wealth.

His self-satisfaction derived

- from theorized. - Physical attributes.

He's a walking id.

And he clearly

- suffers from Persistent Ego. - Aggrandizing disorder.

So, his first order of business

- getting out of jail. - Will follow that suit.

Meaning what?

- He needs. - To get laid. - Correct.

- And of all his lady callers, - Kate visited him.

The most in jail,

including one conjugal.

Of course I know Andre.

Obviously, you know that

or you wouldn't be here.

How'd you meet?

- He used to date. - A friend of mine.

He took her on trips

around the world.

They lived like royalty.

Then she moved

to Seattle,

and then Andre asked me

out for sushi...

and I fell under his spell,

I suppose.

You know about his

criminal background?

Oh, the jewelry thing?

Yeah, I heard the rumors.

- CHARLIE: - Heard the rumors, huh?

But if you're asking me

- if I personally witnessed him. - Stealing valuables,

The answer's no.

We just had a good time.

You visited him

three times in prison.

What was that about?

Well, I felt sorry for him.

Plus, I'd never had

a conjugal visit in prison,

so I thought I'd check

that off my list.

Look, honey, we're not here

- to listen to your sexual. - Shenanigans, okay?

- You can save that. - For your girlfriends.

Over an apple martini.

This guy just escaped

from prison.

We want to know where the hell

he is and what he's up to.

- Unless you're helping him. - Evade arrest.

No. No, I'm-I'm not.

Good.

- Then give us something. - We can use.

(sighs)

A month ago, Andre asked me

to wait for him,

and run away to New Mexico.

- His uncle has. - A spread out there, apparently.

But I felt it was all a bit

desperate, so I declined.

- That's the last. - Time I saw him.

That's the truth.

Nice luggage.

Going somewhere?

Just returned.

- I'm seeing. - Someone else now.

Right.

- KATE: - Good luck.

In case he asks you out

to sushi again.

Thanks.

Anything on New Mexico?

His uncle?

Still looking.

The uncle must be

his mother's brother.

So Kate was just

one of his lovers?

CHARLIE:

Apparently.

Why do you have that dazed

look on your face?

LLOYD:

She's mungry.

Man Hungry.

All right,

well, snap out of it.

- Hey, real quick. - (clears throat)

Did this Kate happen

to make any comments

about Andre's...

(whistles)

- (phone rings) - His what? - Fugitive Task Force.

- LLOYD: - Never mind.

- Charlie, it's. - Director Knox.

Yo, Damani.

What's up, brother?

Yeah, you know,

scheming and dreaming.

Listen, do you still have access

to those uniforms?

I need a favor.

Yes, sir. We're working

this case from every angle,

but what we know is that

Andre needed to get out today.

Well, that indicates that

- he's after one hell. - Of a score.

Uh, yes.

We're in agreement.

Yes, I'm aware

that he has a history

of armed robbery, as well.

Yes, correct.

We're on it, sir.

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

All right, listen up.

- I just got my ass. - Handed to me by Knox.

I'm in there spinning a web

- of bullshit, and we've. - Come up with nothing...

A plastic key, a conjugal.

This guy's got a score lined up,

and he's killed people before

to pull these things off,

so if we want

- to catch Andre, - then we got to figure out.

What he's up to next.

Now... what do you got?

(clears throat)

Okay, I'm still not getting

the New Mexico of it all.

- Okay, this guy clearly had. - A lot of waivers in prison.

He had nail buffers,

soft shoes,

skin tonics.

- He's a four-star hotel. - Kind of guy.

- Why an uncle's farm. - In New Mexico?

Especially since his only uncle

died eight months ago.

- Never even. - Owned a farm.

Here's the death certificate.

- ERICA. - Andre was lying to her?

ZANCANELLI:

Why, if she was just

a piece of ass?

She was lying to us.

I knew that chick was bad news.

Fellas.

Really good to see you, Andre.

We weren't, uh,

expecting you back so soon.

Tell me

you've figured out

what we're doing

about these marshals.

(phone ringing)

One moment.

My love.

What's going on?

All will be made clear,

I promise. Just be ready.

For what?

For us to be together forever.

Andre, how?

You're a fugitive now.

Just be ready. I have to

take care of a few things first.

I'll call you back.

I love you.

- Just please. - Believe in me.

Andre, here's the deal.

There's too much heat

from your breakout.

If we're gonna do

this job, you need

- to disappear and wait. - To hear from us.

That's just the way

it's got to be.

Well, I have

two questions.

Number one,

is everything on schedule?

It's under control.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Second question...

Holy shit!

What the hell's

wrong with you?

Who's in charge?

You are.

That's what I thought.

I knew it.

- Her bags are gone. - She snowed us.

CHARLIE:

All right, Erica and I

will keep an eye on the street.

See what you can get in there.

Copy that.

Chick lived

like a monk.

There's nothing

about this nightie

- that indicates. - Monastic celibacy.

Give it to me.

- SHEA: - Feels better. - With booty inside.

- LLOYD: - Oh, yeah, totally.

Will you put

that damn thing down?

This is why we all

need conjugal time, Ray.

At a certain point, you can't

think about anything else.

I mean, can't you talk

to Charlie?

You guys are

unbelievable.

- You get a chance. - To get out early,

- And that's still. - Not good enough?

Okay, here we go.

I haven't smoked a Cohiba

since I ran my corner of Miami.

These are not for

blunts, Homeslice.

- These are a. - Gentleman's cigar.

You're gonna tell me?

- Dude, when I was rolling, I used. - To hand these out to my crew.

Like Chiclets.

- She seems like the kind of girl. - That smokes cigars. Pretentious.

- Or she's got an. - Oral fixation.

Oh, well, that's a perfectly

pedestrian assessment, Shea.

Like Freud stated so simply...

Sometimes a cigar

is just a cigar.

(inhaling deeply)

And this is not a cigar.

This is a turd.

- Those cigars were. - Sent over this morning.

- Yeah, well, - they overpaid. - Yes.

- Maybe it's not. - About the cigars.

One of the traits

of the Bad Elvises

was coded communication,

if I'm not mistaken.

Sometimes a box

is just a box, Ray.

It's a drop box.

Page out of the CIA manual.

Hotel Deveaux.

More of this, less of this.

Now move your ass.

- SHEA: - We're finally going. - To Manhattan, baby.

Hey, little twerp with

the French accent says

- he hasn't seen. - Andre or Kate,

And neither has registered

for a room in their name.

- Might be time. - To break out a little Espanol.

How much money you got?

- You mean, how much am. - I willing to give you?

- Same thing. - 40 bucks.

All right, get Erica

and lock down the lobby.

(speaking Spanish)

Sorry, I don't

speak Spanish.

- All right, my bad. - I'm from Philly.

Got it, got it. Listen.

- Have you seen. - This guy around here?

Oh, yeah.

- You don't forget. - A man like that.

- Very handsome, - very... charismatic.

I don't even know

how to describe it.

You just can't

take your eyes off him.

So I hear. Where's he staying?

Presidential Suite.

You ready for a quick

Spanish lesson?

Sure.

(speaking Spanish)

I need a big favor.

Ballin'.

This is the kind of

suite I used to stay in.

Oh, 1998 Domaine.

Ruisseau Des Pres.

Whatever that means.

It means it's a $1,500

bottle of champagne, Charles.

More of a Cristal man, myself.

- Yeah, I've seen the. - Poof Daddy videos.

You know, Erica, with her

genital endowment ramblings.

Andre just buys his women

like-like so much merchandise.

That's how he became such

a prolific panty-dropper.

Okay? Oniomania.

- Greek for oneomai, - meaning "to buy."

- It's an impulse control. - Disorder.

It's a sub symptom of

immediate gratification

wherein Andre gets high from

vicious cycles of spending.

- And he spends 'cause. - He's a walking id,

- And he steals 'cause. - He can't not spend.

He's incapable of laying low,

- which is good. - News for us.

Um, there is a dead

man on the floor.

I bet Andre

killed him.

No shit.

Ray, I'm gonna need you and

Erica to go check out a car.

Ray!

These are safecracking tools.

Andre and his boys

are planning a job... soon.

KATE:

This is great.

We should just tie

some tin cans onto the bumper

- and bring a little more. - Attention to ourselves.

What do they know, hmm?

- That we're planning. - To do a job?

It's a big city, Kate.

- We're fine. - (sighs)

Anyone want to bail,

now's the time to do so,

but your cut will be

- exactly zero percent, - which I'll assume.

- Would be my share. - Had I not returned.

MAN:

You kidding? I've been

waiting my whole life

- for a score this big. - (phone rings)

(phone beeps)

What's her name?

You don't know her.

Hmm.

Let me guess.

She's young and

pretty and naive,

and believes everything

you tell her.

I'm sorry, Kate.

I thought I'd said it enough

times, but apparently I haven't:

Get your damn

head in the game.

This is the last job.

I'm done after this.

Agreed.

- This isn't. - Some smash-and-grab outfit.

These guys are looking to take

out some high tech alarms.

Yeah, okay.

I'll wait for you to get here.

Erica, come here.

- Stand in front of me, - act like you're talking to me.

Do it!

What do you want

me to talk about?

Anything. Just do it.

Shea said he mentioned to

you how it wouldn't hurt

if we got a little

conjugal time.

Mm-hmm.

- I just really think it would. - Help clear everyone's head.

I know it would mine.

Damn, you are mungry.

I'm mamished.

Take it up with Charlie.

I'd rather take it up with you.

I got him.

He made us.

(tires squealing)

Jules, put an alarm out

on a black SUV

- heading up Eighth Av. - With limo tints.

- I only got. - Half the plate.

Son of a bitch!

- JULIANNE: - DOA was Douglas Acadia.

No priors. Unmarried.

You cross match him with Andre?

Yes, and Kate Lavin.

No connections.

Contact Major Case Squad

at NYPD.

Have them send over the M.O.

files on the Bad Elvises.

Already did.

- Clerk I spoke with said they. - Would sent it over as soon as.

- They got approval. - From their sergeant.

- Call Bill Clark there, tell him. - That Ray Zancanelli said.

- To send it over already. - ERICA: - If Kate was a Bad Elvis,

- Then maybe some of. - His other conjugals.

- Were hooked up? - Find out.

- I want to know everything. - About every woman.

- Who went to go. - See him in prison.

(phone ringing)

Fugitive Task Force.

May I ask who's calling?

JULIANNE:

Uh, hold one second.

Charlie?

Yeah.

Andre Brennan for you.

What does his voice

sound like?

Crème de menthe.

Charlie DuChamp.

Andre Brennan.

Good to meet you.

We'll meet in person soon.

I'd love that.

Especially if it was

to work out a deal.

What are you offering?

My cohorts. I'll assume

- you'll know. - What I'm talking about.

- Yeah, minus a dead guy we found. - In the suite.

How many does that leave?

Three others.

Not to sound too trite,

but, uh, I'm ready for a change

that doesn't involve

incarceration,

or being a fugitive.

Okay. Where can we meet?

- No, no, no, no. - See, I'd need the deal up front.

I walk for my testimony.

Witness Protection.

Look, I'm not

with the D.A.'s Office.

I catch fugitives, Andre, but

once you're in our

custody, I promise you

- I can introduce you. - To a very helpful...

I don't like hanging up

on people abruptly,

so I'm telling you right now

that I'm hanging up.

Some girls may find

that act charming.

- I want to knock. - This guy's teeth out.

I need Andre's location, Jules.

- Have they started. - The back trace yet?

- Yeah. - Well, then, what's. - Taking this long?

- They know. - The call was terminated.

From your office line.

- Why can't they just. - Isolate it?

It's not that easy,

- because there are several. - Phone outlets in the office,

- And then they're rerouted. - Through headquarters.

- So what's the ETA. - That they gave you?

Minutes.

- How many? - Five to ten.

But that was five

minutes ago, so five.

- Already have one dead body. - On our hands.

I'd prefer not to have another.

I am completely

with you on that.

Who are you on the line with,

a tech or a supervisor?

'Cause if it's a tech,

- then I'm gonna want you. - To put me on the line.

- With the ESU. - Chief Inspector himself.

- Charlie, can you please relax? - I can do my job.

Fine.

You know, that Andre guy...

He's such a smug bastard.

He thinks he's gonna call me

- at my office. - And run game on me?

I'll see what song

he's singing when I slap

- the bracelets. - On his ass.

- Okay. Thank. - You very much.

All right, he called

from a pay phone

- at Mercer and Grand. - Okay.

- Have Lloyd meet me. - At the car.

- Yeah, this guy's. - Real slick.

- Calls us from a pay phone? - Doesn't expect us to trace it?

Come on, man. Hey, can we get,

like, traffic photos

- or some kind of. - Satellite imagery?

Some kind of technology?

Just stick to

head-shrinking, Lloyd.

- Leave the electronic. - Surveillance to the ESU.

I'm must saying.

Maybe he was

picking up more cigars?

- He wouldn't call us. - From a traceable phone.

- Right outside of. - One of his hangouts.

- He's not that stupid. - Trust me.

Lloyd, when you,

a known problem gambler,

- were finally. - Apprehended, - Yeah?

Where did we find you?

- A casino. - Exactly.

All right.

CHARLIE:

This is Andre's stash.

- The Bad Elvises communicate. - Through cigar boxes.

We're looking for the box

with the skunk cigars.

Get to it.

Okay.

- (sniffing) - Not this one.

It's silky smooth.

(clears throat)

(sniffing)

Oh, my God, yes,

you are full-bodied.

And how about you?

(sniffing)

- No, you are way too earthy. - To be a dud, aren't you?

Yeah, you got, you got

a bit of cedar in you,

- don't you, you. - Little scamp? - Lloyd.

How about...?

Okay, Grandpa slippers

right here.

"Friday at 9:00."

- Three hours. We got three hours. - To figure this thing out.

Do you recognize that?

It's modern expressionism.

The subject matter can range

from celestial to bestial

to excretional.

Okay, I'm going to close

my eyes and count to five.

- Hmm? - Maybe that.

- Lovely cedar-smelling cigar. - Fell on the ground,

And you could find it

and put it back in the box?

One... two...

three, four...

- (sniffs, sighs) - five.

Wow. Look at that.

Yeah, it's weird.

Let's go, convict.

- ZANCANELLI: - It's an alligator eating a bird.

Looks like floating puke to me.

- CHARLIE: - All right, Jules, thanks.

- Yeah, as soon. - As they can. Yup.

- She sent an image. - Of the painting.

Over to the Major Case Squad.

- They're trying. - To find somebody to I.D. it.

- Or we could hit up. - The gallery party scene.

- In the meatpacking. - District.

- Someone might. - Recognize it. - Yeah.

- Maybe Andre will be there, so. - You can throw yourself at him.

(laughs weakly)

Withdrawn. Here's what we need

to do you guys, okay?

We need to just close our eyes

like this and imagine

what the picture could be,

- because Josef Albers, - a very famous abstract painter...

He said, "You only see truth"

through closed eyes."

I think he was right.

Does anybody else have

their eyes closed right now?

No.

There's one more of Andre's

girls we should be talking to.

Heather Storrow.

- Says here she visited Andre. - Three times in prison,

- But didn't stay. - For the conjugal.

Then why would

she concern us?

- All that schooling, - and the Chairman.

Of Psychiatry doesn't

know jack about women.

- Maybe all of these women. - Are Bad Elvises,

Maybe none of them are,

and maybe

Andre and lovely little Heather

were a couple on the outside.

- Okay, now I'm following you. - The Madonna whore of it all.

Wherein a man courts

a woman with the qualities

of his mother, hoping to fulfill

unmet intimacy needs

from childhood.

But then soon, that woman

is viewed as a mother...

- A Madonna figure... - And thus, is not.

Sexually attractive.

- Hey, Shell? Shelly, I feel. - Like we ordered that pizza,

- Like, 30 minutes ago. - Thanks.

- So this guy reserves. - His sexuality.

For these dirty women,

aka whores,

and is thus in the quandary

of not being able

to love a woman

who satisfies him sexually, and

not being able to sexually

satisfy a woman who he loves.

Roughly.

- ZANCANELLI: - Been there.

- SHEA: - Okay, so then, boom,

This Heather chick

is his Madonna.

- I mean, all the more reason. - He would spare her.

- The humiliation. - Of the latex glove treatment.

From a state employee.

Look, she lives, like,

two minutes away.

It's worth a shot.

- Shea might be onto something. - I'll call her in.

- Bring me up a couple. - Of slices.

Yeah, I'll come with.

Seriously.

Interviews?

- Ten years experience. - You? Zero.

What the hell, man.

It was my idea.

- I'm just trying. - To help you out, brah.

I mean, you want me in

the game, right, Charlie?

Go.

- Heather, - right? - Yes.

Ray Zancanelli.

You know what, man?

You can go ahead and start.

I'll just, um...

I'll just listen in.

This way.

Oh, damn.

I left the file

downstairs.

Be right back.

(moaning)

Oh, baby,

you're so bad.

Shea Daniels, baby.

Oh, yeah!

CHARLIE:

Do a search for famous

shipwreck paintings.

It's called "Storm"

"on the Sea" by Mauro.

Iacobelli.

It's a painting at the.

Geller Museum in Midtown.

Let's go.

35 seconds.

Mark.

Light sensors. Clear.

Heat detectors disabled.

Check the vault keypad.

Got it.

I loved Andre before

I knew he was...

a criminal, I guess.

When he got arrested,

my world got turned upside down.

So your visits

to the prison...?

Was to make sure

I didn't love him anymore.

He is not a bad man.

I mean, not paying your taxes

doesn't make you a monster.

You're right.

- But what if I told you. - He was a suspect in a murder?

No.

I'm afraid so.

Tapping into

their system.

You're all set.

Bar secure.

Decoupling the magnets.

(whirring)

What the hell's going on?

I had to take the stairs.

- Yo, the damn thing. - Got stuck, man.

- Listen, there's two things. - I don't like, Charlie... snakes.

And claustrophobic places.

- Hey, man, get that. - Joint fixed, man,

- Or you got nothing. - Coming from me.

- Oh, I've got. - Nothing coming? - Bismarck. - Jewelry Collection.

- It arrived from. - Germany yesterday,

- And it's at the. - Geller Museum.

Okay, I'll go get Ray.

Get the others downstairs.

Didn't even get a chance to

get that file downstairs.

Fly's open.

(zippering)

I miss my girl, okay?

(voice breaking):

I can't believe it.

That's not the man I know.

All I can say is,

you're better off.

This guy's bad news.

I know.

(sniffles)

Well, now I do, anyway.

- Ray, it's a wrap. - We figured out the thing.

- Well, thank you. - For coming in.

You can let yourself out,

but don't beat yourself up.

You deserve better

than that scumbag.

(alarm blaring)

It's about

the Bismarck Collection.

- Put your guns away. - It's only the primary alarm.

- We've already confirmed. - There's been no security breach.

I'm telling you, the jewels.

I don't think so. Look.

Security has been with it round

the clock since it landed.

CHARLIE:

What the hell?

Magnetic fields intact.

We're good to go.

We're in.

We have a sophisticated

alarm system.

- It's obviously. - Working well.

All it took was the primary

alarm to scare them off.

(siren blaring outside)

What really happened?

It was preprogrammed. The alarm

could have been set months ago.

- All right, - so let me get this straight.

- They set off. - The primary alarm system.

- They do it on purpose, - and they don't rob the place.

- This entire thing. - Was a diversion.

- Half the cops in Manhattan. - Are distracted right now.

- Jules, I want. - Information on every alarm.

- That went off in. - The city tonight.

- JULIANNE: - Looking.

Okay, Erickson Menswear

in Little Tokyo.

ABC Liquor on Bleecker Street.

High-end places, Jules.

- Here we go: Schulman and Sons. - Diamond Wholesalers.

It's on 47th Street.

(sirens blaring)

(indistinct radio communication)

They got into everything.

How much did they get?

- Between nine. - And ten million.

That's just from the vault.

For what I paid for that system,

when it goes off,

- you should have been here. - In minutes.

- Whoever you. - Were expecting,

- I'm guessing they. - Were at the Geller.

- Oh, I could care less. - About the Geller.

All right, pal, you

said what you had

to say... we get it.

- They targeted something. - Else over here.

- What's, uh... What's. - Missing from this case?

A pearl necklace.

- Not worth much compared. - To the diamonds in there.

These guys are so bad-ass,

- they got more. - Than they can carry.

Leaving behind diamonds.

Hell of a score, man.

Hell of a score.

Glad you're impressed.

Who is this guy?

- Shall I reiterate. - My walking id theory?

Andre will not, in fact,

be skipping town alone.

- He'll be taking. - A girl with him.

- For whom he can buy. - Things and impress.

And in this case,

one who likes pearls.

Oh, man.

- CHARLIE: - What?

- ZANCANELLI: - Heather.

He's a murderer

and a thief,

and he's going to keep doing

both because he's good at it.

You know something,

Heather.

- You're not. - The kind of person.

Who's going to let somebody

like Andre get away.

Are you?

(sighs)

(sniffles)

He just called.

(sniffling)

Begging me to

meet him and, um,

run away together.

Meet him where?

(sniffling)

He's really a murderer?

- Crime scene photos are in the. - Car... what do you want to see?

- The bullet hole in. - The guy's chest,

- Or the exit wound by. - The shoulder blade?

No, no.

(crying)

Where is he?

He told me to meet him at

the Port Authority Bus Terminal

in a half hour and

wait for him there.

(crying)

There you go.

(sniffling)

Keep the pack.

(sniffling)

(siren blaring)

ANDRE:

They bought it. Great job.

Andre, this is craziness.

Not for much longer.

Were you followed?

No, I-I took a cab,

and then the subway, and then

- I walked around the block, - like you said.

Sweetheart...

that's the last time

I'm gonna ask you to lie.

Andre, they said

horrible things about you.

Of course they did.

Who are you gonna

believe, me or them?

You.

Of course you are.

(laughs gently)

- (sighs) - You ready?

Oh. Wow. Oh.

- For your faith. - In me, baby.

Oh.

What now?

Buenos Aires.

- You're gonna love it. - It's like Paris.

We'll leave tomorrow.

I just got to buy

us a little time.

(phone rings)

Charlie DuChamp.

How are you, Charlie?

How do you think?

I want to take your offer.

I'm done running.

Good. Where are you?

- I have to take care. - Of a couple things first.

- I'll meet you. - At the Viand coffee shop... 61st.

And Park,

tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m.

This means a lot to me, Andre,

- so much so. - That I'm getting misty-eyed.

Just thinking about it.

Do me a favor... can you ask

your girlfriend Heather

- if I could borrow. - A tissue from her purse?

Tissues.

- Did they give. - You tissues?!

I don't know.

- What do you mean. - You don't know?!

What's up, Andre?

(tires screeching)

(siren whoops, tires screech)

You got two seconds

to lower the window.

I told you we'd meet again.

Step out of the car for me.

This is what we call a

bird dog... a tracking device.

Get out of the car.

- Put your hands. - On the hood.

(Heather crying)

Take a seat.

(clapping)

- LLOYD: - See, what did I tell you girls?

- You pull back. - The curtain.

- Just a little bit, - and the wizard...

Not so wizardly,

right?

Seriously, though, man, how do

you do it with all the women?

- He is so much better looking. - In his photos.

Don't you think so, Jules?

Yeah, oh, yeah,

better in the photos.

- They'll be coming by to pick you. - Up in a half hour, Andre.

(door slide open)

They're not Cohibas.

Oh.

- The champagne's only ten bucks, - but we know how.

- To celebrate. - As much as the next guy.

- CHARLIE: - Bus terminal?

Really, Andre, a guy like you?

Not a guy like you.

- That's where. - You blew it.

- Self-persistent... - What do you call it, Lloyd?

Oh, Persistent Ego.

Aggrandizing disorder.

- Douchebag-itis, - basically.

- CHARLIE: - Cheers. - Cheers.

(cork pops)

Who's first?

(sighs)

(knocking)

Yeah.

- JULIANNE: - May I come in?

Sure.

What's up?

- I don't appreciate. - The situation.

That I'm in

because of you.

I am putting

my job on the line

- by not telling. - Charlie.

Well, did he ask

if you saw anything?

No,

no, no, that's not...

That's not the point.

Look, I know that everyone

here kind of knows

about my personal issues,

and maybe because of that,

- you think that I'm some kind. - Of pushover.

Look, look, look,

it ain't even like that.

Listen, I just needed

some time with my girl.

I've been locked up

for a long time.

So have I.

- After I washed out. - Of the academy,

I lived with my mom

for three years,

doing telemarketing.

I never left the house.

I thought that

was going to be

the rest of my life until.

Ray called me for this job.

- You want to get. - Out of prison?

So do I.

This is my chance

to get my life back,

as much as it is yours.

So do not mistake my

illness for weakness.

And don't put me in

that position again,

because, if you do,

I will tell Charlie.

I don't care who you are.

- SHEA: - I can't wait six years.

- Look, maybe next time. - You're on work release...

There's another way.

But, baby,

we'd be fugitives again.

We'd be together.

That's all

that matters.

This is for you.

(kisses)

♪ Yo ♪

♪ When will... learn

I can't get touched ♪

- ♪ Any attempt will cause you. - To get bucked ♪

♪ Dead ass will be history,

don't play those games ♪

♪ As we carry...

into they grave ♪

- ♪ When will... learn. - I can't get touched ♪

♪ Any attempt will cause you

to get bucked ♪

- ♪ Dead ass will be history, - don't play those games ♪

♪ As we carry...

into they grave ♪

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