All language subtitles for BREAKOUT Kings - S02 E04 - Cruz Control (720p NF Web-DL)

Thornwood Correctional
Facility Mount Kisco, NY

(indistinct radio transmission)

(alarm buzzing, tools whirring)

Hey!

(tool clanking)

When you gonna be done?

Shit, boss, transmission's shot.

Four days. Maybe more.

Make it three or go to the hole.

Seriously, Warden's
up my ass on this.

Fine, but I'm gonna
need some help.

Fischer's got the skills.

(whistles) Hey, mouth breather.

Get over here.

Fischer, you're reassigned.

This car's top priority
for both of you.

Get it done. Three days.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for looking out.

(hands slap)

You got it.

(coughing)

(sniffling)

(sniffling)

Three Days Later.

Good to go down here.

I'm just about finished, too.

Gotta tighten down the
compression valve.

Make sure it's perfect.

The warden's wife and his
mother are driving it out.

OFFICER (over radio): 351, inbound.
Five minutes ETA.

GUARD: Hold up!

Thank you.

Oh, no, not me. I don't
sit in the front.

Not the way she drives.

When is the last time
you cleaned this thing?

Looks like a tornado
rolled right through it.

(radio playing)

Cruz, Fischer, where the
hell are you guys?!

Hey, you better get the hell out
here and clean this mess up.

Oh, my God, the seat's moving!

The what's moving?

You know what, Mom?
You're officially senile.

Congratulations.

(shrieks)

Will you stop?!

Open the door! (Shrieks)

Will you just...? Oh, my God!

(both screaming)

(screaming continues)

(shrieking)

- I need your purse and your phone.
- Okay!

Sorry, granny.

(screaming)

Maybelle Minimum Security
Prison Hudson, NY.

GUARD (over P.A.): Lowery,
Lloyd, clear for visitation.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I'm ready to talk about...

what was on my computer.

The articles...

concerning Gary Margolis...

and how that pertains to me.

Okay. Um...

let's start with, first of all,
it's huge that you're here.

I'm letting go and
trusting you, Lloyd.

Okay.

Who's Gary Margolis?

When I was eight, Margolis
kidnapped my cousin.

We were walking
back from the park

to her house.

He pulled up in a van and...

tried to grab me.

I broke free and ran.

I thought that she
was right behind me.

That was the last
time I saw her.

That's awful. I'm so sorry.

You're familiar with the
term "Survivor's Guilt"?

All right, well, I'm just gonna

say a statement, Julianne,

and you tell me if you
agree or disagree:

You deserve to be happy

because what happened
is not your fault.

I disagree with
the first part...

and I've never thought about
the second part you said.

Try to think about it now.

(text alert sounds)

Um...

It's Ray. We have a runner.

Great. But, wait, listen.

Now, you have turned a
corner here, Julianne.

We both know this.

Promise me that even
if you get scared,

you'll keep pushing forward.

I promise.

Hey...

mister.

Did I see Jules at
Maybelle earlier?

I... don't know.

See? That's why you
suck at gambling.

You have the worst
poker face ever.

The Doc finally
scammed a conjugal?

She was probably
just registering

our time off with the
warden, you guys.

Uh-huh. ♪ Bow chica wow wow ♪

Hey, the only visitor I had
this morning was my mother,

and I don't discuss
conjugals, so...

Wait. That came out wrong. Wait.

All right, let's get moving.
Meet our runner, Benny Cruz,

an OG in the East Side
Royal gang, serving life

for the murder of two
rival gangbangers.

Cruz killed a fellow inmate
in the prison motor pool,

and then escaped in a car
with the warden's wife

and mother inside.

Both were left unharmed.
He did steal their purses.

No hits yet on the credit
cards or the cell phones.

They're lucky he
didn't kill them, too.

He might as well have.

He messed with the
Warden's family.

Trust me, Cruz is a dead
man when he gets caught.

He's already a dead man.
He has got lung cancer.

Stage-four small cell.

Prison hospital records indicate he's
got two, maybe three months to live.

Then we better get cracking
and find him before he croaks

or we don't get our months
off for capturing his ass.

The most dangerous runners are

the ones that got
nothing to lose.

Okay, so we got a bar of soap.
Don't drop that, hmm?

Uh, pomade. Classy.

Two-month-old newspaper. Timely.

A Bible with underlined passages.
Hmm.

And... Oh, it looks like we
have a budding Michelangelo.

St. Michael the Archangel.

Yeah, he's a real
Renaissance man.

Being a fugitive's hard
enough when you're healthy.

The state this guy's in,
he doesn't have a shot.

That's not entirely true, Dr.
Do Very Little,

because with some cancers, you're
healthy as an ox till the day you die.

If I only had a couple of months
to live, I'd break out, too.

Do everything I always wanted
to, but never got the chance.

Your bucket list?

My what?

Your bu... uh, bucket list.

From the movie.

It's an outstanding film.

Never heard of it.

Look, he's still a gang banger

who probably hasn't
set foot outside

where he grew up, near
Morningside Park.

It's not like he's
gonna move to Paris

to live out his last days.

He has one surviving
relative, an uncle.

Yeah, who's also a high-ranking
gang member of the Royals.

No way he's telling us anything.

We shouldn't go see that guy.

Also because you had
beef with the Royals?

And there's that, too.

From your gangster days, is that
what we're talking about, Shea?

Eee...

We're going to see the uncle.

Get dressed.

Hey, so, I think that our next
step should be something...

Lowery! Let's go.

Yonkers, New York.

Let me have a pack of gum.

Strawberry if you got it.

Can I get a receipt?

You gonna write off
a pack of gum?

Every little bit counts.

(car horn honks, man whistles)

Car's done!

She looks good.

What the hell are you doing?

I need your car.

(engine revs, tires squeal)

Monarch Custom Rims Queens, NY.

SHEA: Ray, we're in prime
Royal gang territory.

I'm not down with this.

- You'll be all right.
- The Royals are.

Like Southern rednecks.

They hate three
things: Black people,

the police and black people.

If one of them recognizes me,

I'll be dead before Cruz.

That's why you're
staying in the car.

Anything happens, you got
Lloyd here for backup.

Are you serious?

Ooh, I can handle
street gangs, buddy.

I was in a production
of West Side Story

and I will be a Jet from my first
cigarette to my last dying day.

I'm a dead man.

(indistinct conversation)

Hey, what's up?

I'm looking for a
Roberto Menchaca.

Yo, Roberto!

A cop's here.

They're called, uh, police
officers, young man.

U.S. Marshal, actually.

Where's your customer service?

You like some water, soda...
cerveza?

No. I want to talk about
your nephew, Benny...

in private.

If I had a few months

to live, I've narrowed
my wishes down to three.

Yeah, my wish is that
I wasn't sitting here

like black target
practice right now.

First is to play in the
World Series of Poker,

proudly...

proudly wearing...

a flame shirt.

Knock yourself out, Lloyd.

Shea, what would be
your dying wish?

I'll take my girl to the
penthouse of the Plaza,

pull down the blinds
and ride it out

till the end.

Which might be coming soon,
if you don't pay attention.

These dudes don't play.

"Ride it out" – is that
a double entendre?

Yeah.

(men hooting, catcalling)

MAN: Whoa. Look at this.

Never seen you before.

Where you from?

I'm Chewey's cousin...
from Flushing.

Flushing, wow. What are you
doing all the way over here?

My man's getting out
of Riker's tomorrow.

Wanted to set him up
with some new rims.

What's the matter?

You don't, you don't take cash?

Fine.

Whoa. Hold up, ma. Hold up.

Hold it, hold it.

(sighs) Check this out.

We got this five-o in the back,
I'm a little off my game.

- Don't take it out on me.
- No, that's my bad, baby.

Let me show you some rims.

Yo, take the car.

Yeah, so, check it out.

We got these 24s right
here, it's got a nice lip.

It's really dope, sick rims.
They're nearly sold out,

but I could hook you up.

You got the new Asantis?

Ooh. Those things are,
like, a couple of stacks.

They're like five grand a set.

I know what my man wants.

(quiet chuckle)

Bet you do.

Give me a sec, let me see
what I come up with.

All right.

ZANCANELLI: Cut the good guy act.
I know all about you.

You're a two-striker with ten
felonies on your record.

I reformed myself.

I always say, it's never
too late to change.

Your cousin had everybody
thinking he was reformed, too.

Till he broke out.

You tell me where he is,

or I'll have every agency
you could think of

tearing this place apart.

I don't know where Benny is,

but even if I did...

a Royal never betrays their own.

Where's the reformed Roberto that
you were just telling me about?

He's telling you to
kiss his brown culo.

Now if we're done here,

I got this fine
little piece of ass

coming over in about an hour.

Works for the NYPD.

Tells me everything
I want to know

as I'm bending her over my desk.

Well, maybe if you
had another inch,

she would've told you
I was coming by.

If I find out you're hiding him,

I'll be the one bending
you over that desk,

slapping the cuffs on you.

Okay?

See? I told you he
wasn't gonna talk.

We came down here and
risked my life for nothing.

You get the memory card?

Oh...

(imitates Yoda):
Patience, young Jedi.

Patience, young Jedi.

It's Yoda.

Yeah... I got that.

Star Wars marathon last night.

Finally got cable in my apartment.
Only one black guy

- in that whole movie, and they make him a traitor.
- LLOYD: Calrissian?

Please. (Inhales deeply)

(imitates Chewbacca)

(chuckles)

Law Offices of Kelly
& Strawn Harlem, NY.

Cancel the rest of my afternoon.

I'm heading to the Colony Club.

All right, sir.

Hey, you're Thomas Kelly, right?

If you're looking
for representation,

you have to make an appointment.

I just got one question.

(sighs) Okay, make it quick.

When you know your
client raped a girl,

and you still get him off,
does that make you feel good?

Okay, pal, we're done here.

Does the money they pay you

make you forget
that you're evil?

You have gang-related tattoos.

Why don't you take a
look at your own life

before you start
judging other people.

I already have.

(screams)

(woman screams)

(onlookers clamoring)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Security guard
gave a description

that matched Cruz's
prison photo.

She saw him leave the
building with Kelly.

Security guard saw him?

Yep, walked right by him,

signed in under his own name.

It's like I said, the
most dangerous runners

are the ones that got
nothing to lose.

I can think of a bunch of people

that would want to kill their
lawyer if given a chance.

Yeah, but he's not
Cruz's attorney.

I mean, Kelly represents high-end clients,
not street-level thugs like Cruz.

Well, this wasn't a
robbery gone wrong.

You don't sit in a lobby with a bunch of
witnesses just to grab somebody's wallet.

He stabbed the guy half a dozen
times with a pair of scissors.

He's upset about something.

(phone rings)

JULIANNE: Ray. Go ahead, Jules.

Scanned the security memory card

and the uncle's phone records
for the last 48 hours.

No sign of Cruz.

All right.

I'm on the run, dying,

take a detour to kill a
lawyer I've never met?

What kind of plan is that?

Cruz would've seen a
prison hospice worker.

Maybe they'll be able
to shine some light

on what he was thinking
before he broke out.

I'll have the prison send over.

Cruz's hospice worker, ASAP.

That's good.

(clears throat)

(whispers): So what
I was thinking...

Lloyd, I-I can't understand you.

- What I was thinking...
- Mm-hmm.

Was since Margolis's
parole is coming up,

maybe you should write
something for it.

Now, not only will this reduce
his chance of getting out,

I also think it'd actually be
really therapeutic for you.

Done.

Really?

Yeah.

Good. Good.

Mimi Circle Motel Elmont, NY.

Hey, Martin.

What's up?

Leave me alone, Officer.

I'm minding my business.

Hey, man, you think I'm
a cop, just ask me.

I gotta tell you.

Are you a cop?

Nope.

- (scoffs)
- Let me ask you a question.

I got some candy in
my car, you want it?

Hey, man, what is your problem?

You like dogs?

'Cause I got a brand-new puppy,
why don't you come check him out?

But you can never
tell your parents

about this, because
I will hurt them.

I know you don't want that.

Beat it.

By the divine power of God,

cast into hell,

Satan and all evil
spirits of this world.

So, what did, uh, you
and Cruz discuss

during your sessions?

Sorry, but I can't break
patient confidentiality.

- It's against my medical code.
- Okay.

Uh, it's Remy Coulston,

Elmira Prison Hospice Counselor.

She treated Cruz.

So, uh, first of all,
you're not a doctor.

I, on the other hand, am.

So instead of me wasting time

listing my many impressive
qualifications...

- Trust me. And he can go on for days about that.
- I will.

So let's try this again.

What did you and
Cruz talk about?

His childhood.

Mostly about his
mother getting killed

or about his involvement
with the Royals.

Traumatic events
in early childhood

can create a dual
psychopathology.

After the trauma, a
tough, closed-off person

emerges, giving one a
false sense of control.

The purer self is tossed
aside and forgotten.

Cruz is very aware

of all the pain he had caused

and he expressed
nothing but regret

for that part of his life.

More like regret for
getting caught.

Convicts are people
with hearts and souls,

whether you choose to
acknowledge that or not.

(knocking on door)

(clears throat)

Were there any negative
cognitive schemas

that Cruz just
couldn't let go of?

In the beginning,
he felt doomed,

flip-flopping between
intense sadness

and uncontrollable
anger and fury.

But then there came a point,
about two months ago,

where a calmness came over him.

What seemed like a
real sense of peace.

As if he'd come to terms with...

Mr. Heart and Soul may have
just dropped another body.

Excuse me.

ZANCANELLI: Is this
the guy you saw?

Yeah.

I was dropping off towels

when he walked out of the room.

MANAGER: Right past me.

Real intense look on his face.

Cruz really took it to this guy.

I got blood everywhere.

You know how much it's gonna
cost to clean this up?

You don't seem too upset
about your tenant.

I won't lose any sleep over

a dead pedophile.

Only reason I tolerate
it is 'cause the state

pays me to house all
these perverts.

This place houses
registered sex offenders?

Grouping together a bunch of
sexually deviant criminals,

I can't imagine what
could go wrong, sir.

This place is filled
with sex offenders.

Why did he go after this one particular
pervert and not anyone else?

Well, guy next door said the
victim was a chain smoker.

Could've been the only person
standing outside of his room.

You usually keep Bibles
in these drawers? Yeah.

Replaced the one he
left in his cell.

So he bashes the guy's head in,
and then reads some scripture?

That's kind of mixed signals.

Cruz is stuck in the
bargaining stage

of death right now, unable
to accept his past sins...

Then he'll know murder is a cardinal
sin, not a path to redemption.

Very good, Raymond. I wouldn't
have pegged you as a churchgoer.

Every Sunday, dickhead.

All the sketches in,
uh, Cruz's cell

were of the Archangel Michael,
the captain of God's army,

and he was sent here to rid
the world of darkness and...

Holy shit.

What?

Okay, this is a new
one for me, you guys.

I've never read about
a case like this,

much less encountered
one myself.

Cruz is trying to kill
his way into Heaven.

ZANCANELLI: Great.

Explain to me why we're
trying to stop Cruz.

I mean, he's killing dirtbags.

I say let him do his thing.

I wonder how he feels about
ex-drug traffickers.

Should we slide him
your résumé, Shea?

Regardless of who
he's taking out,

you can't appoint yourselves
judge, jury, and executioner.

Good point.

What's your tattoo
stand for again?

Hey, is that the Chinese
symbol for hypocrite?

I still got room for
one more, Shea.

Allegedly, though, right?

Hey.

Hey.

Crazy runner today, huh?

Yeah, aren't they all?

Okay. It was nice
talking to you.

(drawer closing)

Um, did you ever write

about what happened
to your father?

Uh, to help you deal with it?

I kind of dealt with
it in a more...

physical way.

Right. Yeah. That's right.

If you could do it over

and write something, would you?

I don't know, Jules.

What's-what's going on?

I just thought that I would talk
to somebody who's been there.

Um, Lloyd suggested

that I... put my thoughts down.

Lloyd is a socially-inept,
know-it-all,

self-centered pain in the ass

who likes to push
people's buttons.

Except for when it comes to you.

I mean, he...

clearly cares about
you, and he's...

I will deny ever saying this.

He's probably the smartest
person we're ever going to meet,

so, if Rain Man wants
you to do something,

I'd probably listen.

Erica, I don't mean to be rude,

but you didn't
answer my question.

There's, uh...

There's no do-overs for
this sort of stuff.

You deal with it, or
it deals with you.

Basically admitted that C
just killed those dudes.

Ray, we already went
through this stuff.

Then we'll go through it again.

And again until we
find something.

All right.

Whoa. The Cubs swept the Mets?

That was two months ago.

Doesn't matter. They still suck.

How did Cruz get a
newspaper anyway?

I mean, most Max Shacks
only let you get

the news from the TV,
'cause if you roll one

of these bad boys up, like so,

you can hide some serious
hurt up in here–

metal bars, shivs, shanks.

Handle your business.

ZANCANELLI: Yeah, but why
did he keep it so long?

LLOYD: I was thinking
the same thing.

The Metro section's missing.

I'll pull it up.

Where's all the hooker ads at?
It's all on the Internet now.

What? Yeah.

A sad day has fallen
upon the pimp game

when dudes in minks and gators

got to know DOS to pimp ho's.

DOS?

Are you still rocking
out Commodore 64, Shea?

When was the last time
you used a computer?

It's been a minute.

JULIANNE: I got a hit.

Which victim?

Both of them.

Their names were in that
missing Metro section.

Uh, an article on
an acquitted client

of Thomas Kelly's, and a piece

on Martin Mitchell about, um,
motels housing sex offenders.

Okay, so he kept
this Metro section

in his cell for weeks, studying
it, obsessing over it.

Reading stories about bad people
he believed deserve to die.

And his hospice worker
said he found some peace,

like, two months ago.
That's when he found this

newspaper and came up

with his delusional plan
to get into Heaven.

What's the résumé on the inmate

Cruz killed during the breakout?

Um, a third-strike
offender raped and killed

an 80-year-old woman
during a burglary.

See? He started his plan
even before he broke out,

and he's gonna continue the
plan until he feels like

he's done enough good to
counteract his evils.

What else you got in
that Metro section?

Five more articles
involving a violent crime.

Uh, one's an AP article,
so it's not local,

and two are where the perps
were killed in the act,

which leaves these two.

They fit Cruz's MO

and the general proximity
of his previous victims.

An assemblyman charged
with three counts

of spousal domestic violence.

Okay, and this one is

a drunk driver who hit and
killed an eight-year-old girl

and got away with it on
a faulty Breathalyzer.

Yeah, someone else
can take that one.

Great Neck, New York.

SHEA: Kenneth
Billingsley the Third.

That has got to be the whitest
name I ever heard in my life.

Cruz should be easy to
spot in this neighborhood.

He spends his last few
weeks on earth doing this?

What would you do?

Or should I say, who?

Never really thought
about it before.

I'd just make sure my
daughter was taken care of.

Let's make a deal, okay?

Something happens to you, I
take care of your girlfriend.

And I'll keep an eye
out for your daughter.

Shake on it.

I'm serious.

Me, too.

Yes. Can I help you?

Are you Kenneth Billingsley?

(laughs) I hope so.

It's the name on my
birth certificate.

What can I do for you?

We're Special Agents
Erica B and Rakim.

We believe you might
be the target

of an escaped
fugitive, Benny Cruz.

I've never heard of him.

Why would he be after me?

Because you use your
wife as a punching bag.

Excuse me, young lady?

You heard what I said.

Someone should teach
you some civility.

Um... Ooh.

Much as I would love to
instruct you myself,

today's schedule's
already spoken for.

Now, get off my property.

And you have
yourself a good day.

And I say we wait for
Cruz to show up,

let him kill this douche
bag, then we arrest him.

Keep moving, bitch.

Some bitches hit back.

You have yourself a nice day.

(knocking on door)

St. Albans, Queens.

Yeah?

You must be Michael Spillane.

What's it to you?

Was it worth it?

Running over that little girl
and killing her just so you can

get shitfaced and
drive on the road?

(grunting)

(grunting)

So, after the World
Championship of Poker,

I'd move on to dying
wish number two.

Now, Mom and I already
have it worked out, okay?

Fly first class to
Dublin, get a room

at the Country Cliffs
Bed and Breakfast.

- One room?
- It's more economical.

See some sites, kiss a
little Blarney Stone maybe.

You know the Irish piss on that?

I live in prison, Ray, okay?

If it's just a little urine,
I consider that a victory.

What about you?
What would you do?

Um, drive cross country,
just me and my daughter,

stop at the Rock and
Roll Hall of Fame.

Oh, yeah? Who's
your favorite band?

Culture Club, hands down.

♪ I tumble for you, I
tumble for you... ♪

Are you nuts?

- It's Metallica.
- That makes more sense.

Hey, listen, while
I have you here,

uh, I might need a little favor.

For Julianne, to kind
of help move her along.

Whatever she needs.

(gunshot)

(gun cocking)

Went out the window!

Benny! Freeze!

(engine roaring)

ZANCANELLI: He drove off

in a black Cadillac,

heading south on Washington.

- Alert local and state police.
- We've got a serious problem.

Hold on, Jules. You think?
I nearly got runned over.

This fell off him.

Now, this is a fentanyl patch.

It's pain medication that's a hundred
times stronger than morphine.

That means Cruz is gonna get
real cranky, real quick.

JULIANNE: Radio
dispatch reported

a hit on Cruz moving down
Rockwell in Jamaica Queens.

Okay, that's near
Erica and Shea.

Dial them in, let them
know we're en route.

(coughing)

(yelling)

Come on!

(horns honking, tires squealing)

JULIANNE: Cruz is
turning left on 13th.

(tires squealing)

Whoa. What are you doing?
She said 13th!

I got this.

Hold on.

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(engine roaring)

(tires squealing,
engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(tires squealing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens approaching)

(helicopter approaching)

Shea! Let's go!

(scoffs)

(horns honking)

(tires screech)

Hey, what the hell you doing?

(groaning, liquid trickling)

(panting) No.

Good move! Yo, yo, yo.

(engine revving)

(baby cooing)

ZANCANELLI: Yes.

Witness saw the victim put
a baby into the vehicle.

I want an Amber Alert
put out on every

silver four-door
Volvo in New York.

The end is near.

Not now, Lowery.

Cruz is trying to kill
his way into Heaven

by ridding the earth
of bad people.

I ran him. No record.

Just an average Joe
going about his day.

And that is why this is the beginning
of the end for Cruz, okay?

In his mind, all the good he did has been
undone by killing that one innocent man.

The pain from his cancer
is getting greater

and greater while
his ability to be

functionally rational,
less and less.

We located the car, but no sign
of the kid or your fugitive.

Cruz touches that kid,
he better pray I don't

get my hands on him.

Can I help you?

I need forgiveness, Father.

Son, you don't look well.

Sit down and relax,

and we'll talk it over, hmm?

Give me Last Rites

or I send all three of
us to the afterlife.

We're splitting up into
a quadrant search.

We're working our way back to the
last place that Cruz was seen.

(phone ringing)

Jules, give me something good.

JULES: We found the baby.

St. Joseph's Kew Gardens, Queens

(baby coos)

One second he's asking
for forgiveness,

the next, he's pulling a gun.

I thought for sure I was dead.

What do you think stopped him?

Well, I told him in order
to be truly forgiven,

you have to be right
with your Creator.

It seemed to resonate with him.

He kept saying, "I was only 12."

I was only 12."

He handed me the child

and walked out of the church.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

He asked for Last Rites.

Cruz is looking for a dark
alley to blow his brains out.

When did Cruz's mother die?

When he was 12.

Okay, so the priest
said he needed to get

right with his Creator.

But, to Cruz, that
doesn't mean God.

That means the man who made him
into the monster he is today.

The man he's lived
with since he was 12.

Cruz is going to kill his uncle.

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

Mi sobrino. ¿Que paso?

Don't do this.

Let me help you out.

You've helped enough.

CRUZ: Don't move.

I'm sorry...

but this is the end.

Jules, I need blueprints of the
auto shop, front and back.

I remember the layout, but
I can't take any chances.

Ray, Cruz is unstable.

You trap him in there, he'll
react with more violence.

And a bunch of cops descending on the
place is just gonna make matters worse.

It's already worse. I
couldn't get a visual,

but I heard someone yell for

everyone to shut up and not
move, and it sounded like Cruz.

He said everyone?

So it's just not his uncle.

He has innocent
customers in there.

This just became a
hostage situation.

Took a look through the front door.
I didn't see anyone.

Well, he might have
them in the back.

You find any other
access points?

There's a ventilation duct on
the east side of the building.

Limited visibility, but
it-it is something.

You storm in there, you're
gonna force him into a corner

and put whoever's
inside in more danger.

Cruz is unhinged. You
said so yourself.

Who's to say he won't
kill everybody in there?

Okay, you keep local
PD a block away.

I don't want anybody making
a move while we're blind.

You're gonna keep an eye on the
northwest exit. Lowery, you're with me.

All right. They're
in the service bay.

- Cruz has a gun.
- Is it pointed at somebody or at his side?

It's at his side, but I'm not just gonna
wait here for him to make a move.

Ray, he doesn't know
what his next move is.

The last stage of
death is acceptance.

If he kills his uncle,
he'll be forced to look

at himself, maybe for the
first time in his life.

There'll be nobody
else to blame.

Let me talk to him.

Just 'cause you're dying don't
mean you still can't be a bad-ass.

A bad-ass?

I'm not a bad-ass.

I'm a kid whose
life you destroyed!

Spare the drama, bro.

Where'd they keep you
at, woman's prison?

Where'd your balls go, homie?

(phone ringing)

That's probably the cops.

You remember them?

When they kicked in your door
and they took your pops away?

Who looked out after
you after that?

I did.

You repay me how?

(phone continues ringing)

Answer it!

They ain't gonna stop
calling until you do.

What?

Hey, Benny?

I got nothing to say.

Listen to me, man. I'm a doctor.

I spoke to your hospice worker.
I saw your sketches.

I know why you killed those people.
I get it.

And more importantly,
God gets it.

That guy outside–
that was an accident.

I wanted his car,
but he fought me.

I know, I know, but listen,
it's not too late.

Okay? You can set things right.

Just let those people go,
and all will be forgiven.

Blessed are those whose
lawless deeds are forgiven,

and whose sins are covered.

(grunting and gasping)

(coughing)

You can't hide from
who you really are.

You're a Royal
through and through.

You need to walk out of here

and empty that clip
into every cop you see.

Go out a Royal.

Go out a legend!

Every kid in this
neighborhood will remember

your name for the next
hundred years, you hear me?

- Damn it.
- Do not listen to your Uncle Benny.

He's never looked out for
you once in his life.

(panting)

He's right.

It's too late.

I'm going to hell.

(panting)

(whispering): He's
falling apart, Ray.

I got to switch gears a little.

See if you can get him
to go to the mirror.

Benny, do me a favor.

I know it... I know it sounds
silly, but just trust me, man.

Walk over to the mirror

and take a look at
yourself, please?

(panting)

(panting)

Now the person that you
see in that mirror

is the Benny Cruz
that your mother

raised you to be. He
is still in there,

and he knows he should
let those people go.

I will deal with you
as you deserve,

because you have despised my
oath by breaking my covenant.

(gunshot)

Good job.

Transpo's in back.

Hey, you saw that?

Ray didn't have to
kill that guy, right?

Yeah, I got my month off.

See you.

I don't know what
to tell you, Lloyd.

Hey.

Here's what you
wanted me to write.

Doesn't feel like you left anything out.
It's good.

And I have a copy,
if you need it.

You want me to read it?

Not if you don't have to.

Then I won't.

(knocks twice)

What's up, Lowery?

I need to, uh, call in that
favor we talked about.

- The one for Jules?
- Yeah.

Would you see this gets

to the Attica Parole Board
by tomorrow, please?

Yeah, no problem.

Good.

(sniffles)

I was brought onto this team
because of my medical expertise.

What's the point if
you don't use it?

What are you talking about?

We used your expertise to
stop a convicted murderer

from dropping who knows
how many more bodies.

When we came onto this
task force, we were told

that our job is to chase and
capture, not question and judge.

And that's what I did.

Unless you're implying that
I wanted to kill Cruz.

Is that what you're saying?

Huh?

I'm saying I could have gotten
him out of there alive.

We'll never know, Lloyd.

Get changed.

The foregoing story was fictional and did
not depict any actual person or event.

(barks)