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(hip-hop music playing)

(music continues playing
over speakers)

(prisoners talking indistinctly)

GUARD:
Keep it moving!

GUARD:
Hey, Jansen,
quit messing around.

Keep 'em coming, McCann.

McCANN:
Bon appétit, slim.

(indistinct chattering)

(pained groaning)

Yo, what the hell?

Time of death: 10:17.

Day, do me a favor.
Call potter's field.

Tell them we need special
accommodation

for a large corpse.

Hop to it, ladies.

Nurse, get this man
a cold compress.

Oh, you're going to earn

your two cents
an hour today, boys.

He's got to be
500 pounds, easy.

Watch the shackles,
fellas.

Lift with the legs.

It won't open.

One, two, three.

One, two, three...

(screams)
(yells)

Holy shit!

Easy, sonny.

Let's jack him up, man.

Keys, padre.

Get him in the car.
PRISONER:
Yo, McCann! Take us with you!

Move it.

Get in there, Ferris.

PRISONER:
Take us with you, man.

Come on, man.
Don't leave us.

So long, fellas.

Aw, come on!

SHEA: Lucky break for them that
Chub Rock kicked the bucket.

ZANCANELLI:
It's not luck.

After the escape, they took
another look at fat man.

Ran a tox screen.

McCann worked on the chow line.

He put something
in this guy's food.

Perchlorethylene.

That's a poison, it's found
in household cleaners.

Day worked in the infirmary
where the DOA was boxed up.

I mean, who knows how long
they've been planning this.

SHEA:
What were they in for?

Um, McCann for felony robbery.

He would pose as a

traveling salesman, gain
permission to enter the home,

then rob his victims
at gunpoint.

And relatively speaking,

Day was a lightweight.

He stole a car on a dare,

allegedly. The owner of
the car, an elderly man,

who Day yanked out
of the driver's seat,

had a heart attack and croaked.

Felony murder. 25 years.

Lifelines?
Jules?

McCann grew up
in Tallahassee.

Orphaned at 13 when his parents
died in a car accident.

Kicked around foster care
after that, no family left.

Uh, Day's parents
retired to Scottsdale.

Marshals from the field office
in Phoenix are paying a visit

to see if they know anything.
But Day has a sister,

Janice, who works at a
design firm here in the city.

Okay. Ray. You and Shea
go talk to the sister.

Shea, am I boring you?

A new restaurant opened up
down the block.

Red Awning Steak House.

It's a coupon for a free dinner.

"For our neighbors to come see
why we're a cut--"

"cut" underlined--
"above the rest."

That dinner includes a... steak?

Like a... real steak with

all the fixings?
Yeah.

I will fight for this.

Fine by me.
LLOYD:
May I see that, please?

I ain't joking, I haven't had
a steak dinner in five years.

I will hit you
for a filet mignon.

You will get nothing
and like it.

Right now there's
a State Corrections Officer

by the name of Dirk Ferris

who's being held hostage
by two fugitives

who happen to
have killed someone.

No time for grab-ass.

You never read Zig Ziglar?

Zig Ziglar, Ray?

Motivation's
like bathing,

you gotta do it every day.

All right.

Whichever one of you
three animals

does the best on this caper,

gets the steak dinner.

LLOYD:
That's all I need to hear.

ERICA:
I'm on it.

It's a bet.

Let's go, then.

Janice Day?

We're with the U.S. Marshals,
we called on the way here.

If you can make an
appointment. Thanks.

Are you aware that
your brother broke out

of Cayuga Penitentiary
earlier today?
I am.

You can set up a time with
my assistant Jeffrey.

I'm pretty sure I'm free
early next week. Thanks.

What's your problem?

Glad you asked.

You see, when I spoke
to the prosecutors

about how my brother stealing
a car when he was 18

didn't warrant 25 years,
no one listened.

And when I told the warden
he was having a hard time

in prison, he didn't
do a damn thing.

So everyone in law enforcement,

which would include
you two idiots,

can line up and
kiss my ass.

Now, make an appointment
or I'm calling security.

You want me to put you in cuffs
for obstructing justice,

and march you out of here
in front of all your colleagues?

You would.

You're damn right.
Your brother and the other guy

he busted out of prison with
took a guard hostage.

So you're going
to have to work through

whatever hurt feelings
you have

and provide us
with some information.

I don't know where he is.

He hasn't contacted me.

You know, I hope
you never catch him.

You said he was having
a hard time in prison?

That's right.
Meaning...?

He said bigger prisoners
were taking his stuff.

Stuff?

Like, as in, the personal
area on your body

that you don't want anyone
messing around with?
Shea.

Look, I saw the intake photo
of your brother when he was 18.

In the joint, there's...

an appetite for guys
who look like him.

Now, I'm not clowning on him,
and I'm not trying to

be disrespectful,

but I've seen it happen
in prison,

and it ain't cool.

If he does something to that
guard before we find him,

he's going to have
an even tougher time

when he goes back in,
because every guard will know

he messed with
one of their own.

So actually, you should want
to help us find your brother.

Oliver would never hurt
another person.

Despite what's been done to him.

Did he ever tell you
he was sexually assaulted?

I could see the shame
in his eyes.

Something had been taken
from him.

He just wasn't
the same person anymore.

These are McCann and Day's
possessions.

Have at it.

I got it.

Give me one.
Hey, Erica, listen,
when they need

somebody to, like,

I don't know,
run really, really fast,

I'll totally defer to you,
but when you're

talking about
discerning psychological traits

through personal possessions--
I got it.

No, these things are hard to
come by, and I like mine rare.

(hangs up phone)
CHARLIE: So that was Ray.

Day's sister said Day was
getting punked in prison.

Were you aware of this?

Yeah, he came in young
and tender.

I didn't like his odds.

But a pretty boy like that...

what can we do about it?

Okay. So if he was
assaulted in prison,

and let's assume repeatedly,

he's probably be suffering
from some complex

post-traumatic stress disorder.

So this guy is a wild card.

How about McCann--
did he have a rep

of being a predator
or another punk?

I don't know.
He was only with us

for eight months,
kept to himself.

Were they cellies?
GUARD: No.

They were only on the same tier
for McCann's first two months,

and then McCann was transferred
to a different cell block.

After that, they would've had
zero chance of crossing paths.

JULIANNE:
ATM hit on Dirk Ferris'
bank card.

Five minutes ago, at a
convenience store in Binghamton.

CHARLIE:
Okay, have the store pull

the security video,
and notify local PD.

Also have Ray and
Shea meet us there.

Let's go.

Hey. Bring Dirk home, okay?

He's a friend
of mine.

What the hell
did you do?

He deserved it.

All right, listen to me.
I'm not going to let you

blow this for us, all right?
I mean, it's bad enough

I only got $80 out
of this guy's account.

But the security guard
around the corner,

he gave me the stink-eye.

For all I know, he took
down the plate number.

We gotta be smart.

Unless you want to go
back to prison, huh?

Is that what you want...

Is that what you want?

Of course not.

Good.

Good.

Hey, you had the plan for,
uh, for getting us out,

and for that I owe you.

And, uh, there's $100,000
out there waiting for us,

right?
Yeah.

Well, you'll never
get it without me.

Flying under the radar,

not getting caught, that's
what I bring to the table.

Now I'll get us to the stash,

just like I said
I would, but, uh,

you gotta get it together.
You got to listen to me.

All right.
All right, let's go.

So much for them
being nonviolent.

Either we find them
or we find more bodies.

We got to figure
this thing out.
Security guard
from across the street

thought he heard
a gunshot.

He walked over, saw the
preacher's car pull up

and then peel the hell out.

Other than that,
he's got nothing.
They tortured this guy.

There's three shell casings
on the ground

and one of them
would have done the job.

SHEA:
Two sets of footprints.

Looks like McCann and
Day are still together.

That would indicate some
kind of relationship.

A Siegfried and Roy type?

What do you mean,
are those dudes gay?

No, probably something
more unbalanced,

like maybe McCann's the daddy

and Day follows his orders,
you know.

As for the guard,
I would put my money on Day,

'cause after what he's been
through in prison

he's capable of anything.

If Day's being turned out
by McCann,

then why is he
still running with him?

Victims of prolonged abuse
sometimes become dependent

on their captors, and they're
reduced to an infantile state.

ZANCANELLI:
Well, maybe the guy who
worked in the infirmary

and the guy who worked
in the kitchen

thought they both could
help each other escape.

Listen, enough
with the theories.
Let's find these guys.

Hey, check this out.

"D" for Day?
It's got to be.

Lloyd called it.

That doesn't earn
him the steak, right?

Look, Knox is already up my ass
wondering why there are

two escaped felons killing
a correctional officer

instead of being taken
to prison by us.

I don't want to hear
about a steak dinner.

Why would he leave
his initials?

Who does he think
he is, Zorro?

Well, that's how you mark
your bitch in prison,

with a tattoo
or a brand.

McCANN:
There's three things
you got to know

if you're going to make money
selling door-to-door.

Number one is
you got to look good.

All right, the customer's
staring at you

through a keyhole, so you
got to make an impression.

Put your jacket on.

Why don't we just
rob a liquor store or something?

'Cause home invasion
is a one-stop shop.

We get food, money, wheels--

clothes that don't come out
of a church donation box.

Damn tie's stained.

Plus we can get you
on a computer

so you can track down
this Terry Miller.

All right.
The second thing is

you got to be confident
in your product, okay?

You're selling something the
customer can't live without.

What are we selling?
Doesn't matter.

Today it's vacuums.

Nobody wants
to buy that thing.

They just need
to open the door.

What are you going
to do with your half
of the hundred grand?

Head up to Alaska.

Get a fishing boat.

When I was a kid,
I played baseball

on a traveling team.

I was 12 years old playing
with 15-year-olds.

And, uh, my dad used
to drive me all over

taking me to tournaments.

The first thing
I'm going to do...

catch a ball game in Florida.

You said there were
three things a salesman
has to know.

Appearance, confidence--
that's two things.

What's the third thing?

This is the third thing.

Girlie mags?

Yeah. McCann had a lot of them
stashed away in his cell.

So much for your
gay theory, Shea.

Don't mean nothing.

I've seen guys go in
with a wife and kids,

come out gayer than a clambake.

JULIANNE:
Uh, one odd
thing though.

Columbus by Derek Haas.

A novel about
an international assassin.

They both checked it out
of the prison library,

multiple times.

Passing messages
through the library card.

Find me something.

No mention of a jailbreak
in the book.

But after what happened
today in prison,

maybe he was looking
for pointers

on how
to defend himself.

There are way easier ways
to cover your ass in prison.

Like?

You know those
tuna packets

they sell in the commissary?

At nighttime,
you take that stuff,

you smear it all over
your body, okay?

Then you don't
shower for three months.

The smell would make an
attacker throw up instantly.

And you also have to
sit alone at chow

and talk to yourself like
you're a crazy person.

"Hey. Hey.

"Hey. What? I'll kill you.

"Shut up.

Uh..."

So you were that dude.
Hell yeah, I was.

Those two elements combined,
I had a shield of protection

around me like I was in the
Gungan friggin' Grand Army.

Star Wars.

My homegirl.

(phone ringing)

Hold on. Charlie, they
didn't use this book

to slip messages.

They used code
within the book.

Look.

Some of these letters
have dots underneath them.

CHARLIE:
How long to crack it?

Depends on how sophisticated
the cipher is.

Maybe an hour.

Maybe a year.

Well, shoot for the first one.

Preacher's car was found behind
a motel in Poughkeepsie.

Okay, Ray and Erica are close
by-- have them respond.

Shea and I will meet them there.

You've got the genius IQ.
Crack that damn thing.

It might tell us what
these clowns are planning.

Well, it is going to be
unbelievably difficult,

but I will do it
for you, Charlie.

I'll do it for you...

(mouthing)

SHEA:
What a dick.
Mmm.

CHARLIE:
Daniels, let's go.

Preacher's car
is still out back.

They left on foot.

You're, uh, you're good, Ray.

I've been meaning
to tell you that.

You know, kissing my ass ain't
getting you that steak dinner,

Erica, you know that, right?

I figured it was
worth a shot.

(sighs)

They're trying on ties.

Trying to smell nice.

They wanted to look
presentable for someone.

McCann was busted multiple times
for posing as a salesman,

robbing people
in their homes.
Yeah?

Can I see your
notes again?
You got it.

Okay. The manager said

that the maid's closet
was also broken into

and a vacuum was stolen.

They're selling vacuums
door-to-door.

They're on foot carrying
a vacuum cleaner.

Where's your closet subdivision?

(doorbell ringing)

MAN:
Who is it?

Sir, my name is John White,

and I'm going door-to-door
today

selling what is arguably
the finest upright vacuum

on the market today.
Not interested.

Well, not yet, but if you'll
allow me a moment of your time

to demonstrate, I think you'll
find that this is one item

you simply cannot
live without.

I said I'm not
interested!

Well, now, hear me out.

This baby has 500 suction units.

(door unlocking)

Get the hell off
my property

before I call the cops.
Too late.

(glass shattering)
MAN:
Hey.

(man yelling)

I thought this was going
to be Smithy code easy

and it's turning out to be
Dorabella difficult.

Either McCann or Day
is really intelligent.

It's Day-- he was in

all A.P. classes.

4.2 weighted G.P.A.

Had academic scholarships
to half a dozen colleges.

He shouldn't have stolen
that car.

McCann is just as sad.

A perfectly adjusted
13-year-old,

a drunk driver takes out
his parents

and then his whole life
trajectory changes.

And then you see photos
of these guys

after a few years in prison.

That is because prison is awful.

That's why I want
that steak dinner.

That's also why,
even though Ray and Charlie

crap all over me,

this isn't that bad
of a situation for me

because every time
I taste real coffee

or I smell some perfume,

or I look out that window
and see the water,

it's just like this little
tiny taste of freedom.

I should try that some time.

Deprive myself of things
so I appreciate them more.

Just as an experiment.

I got 25 years.

It's not an experiment,
it's my life.

I'm sorry.

I guess sometimes
I forget

where you go
when you're not here.

Struck out.
Anything?

No one's seen nothing.

ERICA:
Got it.

Lady across
the street

said a guy came
to her door

in a suit holding
a vacuum.

She pretended
not to be home.

She said he went
up the cul-de-sac.

Okay, so if he hit that house

and the guys I just talked to
said they haven't seen anything,

then he must have hit one
of these houses in between.

Pots are broken.

Looks like somebody was
in a hurry to get inside.

Shoe prints.

Stand back.

(radio playing softly)

MAN (on radio):
...then come on down to Eddie's
Sofa Sanctuary

and see how your behind
feels on our selection

of sofas, love seats
and recliners.

We also have a wide selection
of affordably priced futons.

And this weekend,
all merchandise is 30% off.

MAN 2:
30% off?

You must be off your rocker.
Maybe so...

Okay, thanks, Jules.

We put an alarm out
on the old man's car.

He put up a hell of a fight

for an 85-year-old.
Yeah.

SHEA:
Check it out.

I found this near
the old dude's bed.

They got up to two handguns
and six clips.

What?

You happy now?

I didn't take the damn things.

McCann and Day didn't make off

with any cash though.

They were digging
for quarters here.

It's like amateur hour
with these two dopes.

Amateurs that have already
killed two people.

One of them did a search
on the computer.

The search history was cleared.

Okay, call Julianne and have her
contact electronic surveillance.

They can ping that
computer remotely

and clone everything
inside of it.

Son of a bitch.
What?

This man was a marine.

He served in Okinawa.

I want to catch
these bastards now.

McCANN:
Unbelievable.

Damn geezer let this thing
get down below a quarter tank.

We got a few bucks.
we can fill it up.

The idea is to keep moving,
all right?

Not make pit stops
and be seen.

And not to beat to death
old men

because they talk back.

For shit's sake.

(tires squealing)

You need a tissue,
baby doll? Huh?

Some milk, cookies...
I'm fine.

You're a hot mess.

I sure as hell ain't
gonna let that mess

spill onto me.
I got plans.

I didn't always have
a number on my shirt.

Okay?

I played ball,
I went to church,

I had food on my plate

and I'm going back
to that place

where I don't have to walk
around with my fists clenched

and sleep with one eye open.

But I ain't getting anywhere
without that money.

So you better get it together

and deliver what
you promised!

Then I go south
and I get my life back.

I'll get us the money.

(engine clunking)

Ah, what the hell?

What the hell? What...

We're out of gas.
We're out of gas!

Son of a bitch!

All right, get out.

Next town's about a mile or so.

We're walking.

(birds squawking)

I am so close.
I just can't...

It's like trying to
find the G-spot.

I don't know where it is.

I gave you all of the ISP info
I was able to pull.

No. Because I'm a...

a data tracker,
not a computer hacker.

Well, then,
try control, alt, delete.

Look, you're
the expert, not me.

Goal!

Uh, that's for a touchdown.

Touchdown!

I cracked this bitch!

Look here.
In my cryptanalysis,

I made the assumption
that the plain text

was encrypted into ciphertext
via a constant,

when in actuality,
that's not even close to what...

Lloyd, Lloyd, Lloyd, Lloyd,
I have been on the phone

with the Marshals' cyber geeks
all afternoon.

It's... Sorry, Gary.

I don't think that I can hear
any more cyber geek talk thing,

so why don't you just tell me
what you found.

Well, one,
I am very, very, very proud

of your, uh,
assertiveness there.

That is...
that is really impressive.

It's not a small step in
your psychological progression.

Well done.

Two, it says, "The house."

They are making reference
to a house.
House?

What-what...
what house? Where?
I have no freaking idea.

But now that I've cracked their
little secret decoder ring,

I am going to find out...
(computer dings)

Oh, I just got a hit
on the old man's car.

When it rains,
it pours, baby.
One second, Gary.

Yeah, Charlie,
we got a location.

Just outside a small town
in Upstate New York called...

Why we stopping
here for?

'Cause either
our boys got lucky,

and when their car died,
someone passed them

out on that road
and they jacked 'em...

Or they hoofed it in
to civilization.

All right. Split up.
Everyone take a store.

Yo.

For the record,
what she said was obvious.

No way that should count towards
the thing I can't mention.

The delicious,
perfectly seasoned,

14-ounce...
thing I can't mention.

(bell jingling)

Afternoon.

Charlie DuChamp,
U.S. Marshals.

I'm looking for these two men.

Have you seen them?

No.

Well, they're looking
to steal a ride.

Can you check to see if your car
is still parked outside?

I walk to work.

Look, I'm sorry, but
we're closing, sir,

so if you could please just exit
the store the way you came in.

How about...

I leave you my number,

and if you happen
to see anything,

then just give me a call.

Take care.

Come on.
They're in the pharmacy.

You two cover the back.

With what,
my good looks?

I'll do it.

Thanks for
the help, Shea.

(bell jingling)

McCANN:
Okay, he left.

All right,
open the register.

Come on.

(keys jangling)

(car door shuts, engine starts)

McCANN:
Move.

Let's go. Let's go.

(cash register dinging,
drawer opens)

* Deck the halls
with boughs of holly *

* Fa-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la... *
Cop!

(gunfire)

(groans)

CHARLIE:
My heart!

(groaning)

(Charlie groaning)

Charlie!

(yells)
Charlie!

ZANCANELLI:
Charlie, you okay?

(panting)

Let's go.

Move the car, or I drop
his brains on the floor.

Move it!

All right.

Get him in the car.

McCANN: Keys.

Give me your keys!

(tires squealing)

They took the keys.

Couldn't get
a plate.

I'll call it in.

Okay. Okay. So...

it's all about going
for the money for them.

'Cause, right here, it says,

"It's all about getting
the money from the house."

We just need to know
where the damn house is.

You know?

Okay. That was the
Marshals' geek squad.

They found a search

on the old man's computer
for a Terry Miller.

Great. So that's...
that's where they're going.

Yeah.

Except there are 4,500
Terry Millers

in the United States.

Pharmacist's car
was a newer model--

2005 or better.

Can you narrow it down
at all?

Next time, I'll try to get

a better look
when I'm getting shot.

(scoffs)
It was a white

mid-size SUV, okay?

Give us a minute.

Believe this guy?

You need to relax.
Relax?

We lost the runners
and gained a hostage.

Why the hell
should I relax, Ray?

Because your pump is
going to explode.

Three inches higher,

and that bullet hits a
major artery in your thigh

and I'm making a phone
call to your wife.

It just grazed me, Ray.

And these heart episodes
are rare, okay?

I'm fine.
Just mind your business.

We were in a firefight,
and my partner was useless.

This is my business.
Keep your mouth shut.

You want everybody to hear?

Just do your job
or find yourself another one.

EMT said to use
this and go home.

But I assume you're only going
to follow half of that advice.

OFFICER:
I just got a call.

Pharmacist and his
car were found

dumped behind a
big box store.

Pharmacist was tied
up, but he's fine.

Big box means
big parking lot.

They switched
up their rides.

Well, there's hundreds of cars
in a parking lot that size, man.

It'll take us hours
to find the make and model.

More needle-in-a-haystack
bullshit.

(cell phone rings)

Hey, Jules.

McCann and Day
were using the computer

to search the name
Terry Miller.

Uh, I found a recent home sale
to a Mr. Terry Paul Miller

just 15 miles
from where you are now.

He's done time
for drug possession.

Maybe he and our runners
crossed paths in the system.

Lloyd cracked the code,

and there is constant reference
to a house.

That could be the house.

All right.
Thanks, Jules.

What do you got?

The needle.

You ready?

Yeah.

(dog barking)

Terry Miller.

Damn it, I hate dogs.

You're scared of dogs?
I didn't say I was scared.

I said I hate them.
Big ones bite.

(knocks on door)

Terry Miller,
U.S. Marshals.

MAN: What do you want?
I want you to open
the damn door.

Put the dog away.

TERRY:
Why? What's going on?

I don't like this.
He's stalling.

He could be looking
for a weapon.

(door slams)

Somebody split out the back.

Ready?
Yep.

U.S. Marshals.

(barking)

Get your hand
out of that jar!

Take it easy, man.
Get your hand out of the jar!

Get that dog back!

Marley, chill the hell out, man.

I will shoot you, Marley.

Get your hand out of the jar!

(groans)

Think I just earned
a steak dinner.

(barking)
ZANCANELLI: All right,
I'm going to count

to three. If you don't release

whatever weapon
you got in that jar,

I will kill
this dog. One.

Two.
(cell phone rings)

Yeah.

JULIANNE:
Um, Ray?

I kind of made a mistake.

What kind of mistake, Julianne?

I gave you the wrong
Terry Miller.

Seriously?

JULIANNE:
Listen.

Lloyd finished the code,

and "the house"
stands for Kellen Stackhouse,

Day's former cellie in prison.

Had a rep as a sexual predator.

ZANCANELLI:
Get to the point, Julianne.

The Terry Miller you want

was Stackhouse's prison pen pal.

Now they're engaged.

They live together
20 miles south of there.

Uh, sorry for the confusion.

Hope I haven't caused
any problems.

This here was a big mistake.

CHARLIE:
Why wouldn't you take
your hand out of the jar?

You could have been killed.

Weed?
I was scared.

On behalf of the United
States Marshals we, uh,

we apologize
for any inconvenience

that we may have caused,
all right? Go ahead and

enjoy your marijuana
as if we were never here.

You're not going
to have any problems.

(dog barking)

Dude had wheels.

Is it just me, or are white
people getting faster?

What?

Yeah.

It's me.

DAY:
Imagine how hurt I was

when I hear in the yard
that you're getting married.

My invitation must've
gotten lost in the mail.

Hmm?

The boys inside
couldn't believe it.

The House found some sweet,
forgiving

Christian woman to take him in.

Now he's going to be
living the good life.

(rustling and clattering
in other room)

So on your wedding
night, you gonna hold

your bride down
by the back of her neck?

You tell the ushers
to bring cigarettes

and cash so that they could
take turns on her, too?

What?

(hot metal sizzling)
This? This is just a warm-up.

You should see what I did
to that pig of a guard

you grafted so you could trade
me out in the storage room.

Listen, Day,

you don't want to do this.

This isn't you.

This isn't me?

You made me.

And this is
all I am now.

Get that thing away from me!

This is for your protection.

This is to make people know

that you belong to me!

McCANN:
Hey.

I can't find it anywhere.

Just keep looking.

There's no place else to look!

All right, I emptied
every drawer, closet.

I tore up all the floorboards,
man. There's nothing.

Whoa, whoa,
what is it you want? Huh?

I can help you find it.
Then you can go.

Shut up!
Look, we want
the money.

Where the hell's the money your
rich little girlfriend's got?

We keep around a grand.

It's under the TV
in the bedroom.

Just... just take it.

A-a grand?
No, no, we want the money.

All right?

We know, we know
that your little, uh,

prison pen pal's
got a stash, man. Where...?

The money you were telling
Day about, where is it?

The hundred grand!
What?

She's a lab technician.

STACKHOUSE:
She inherited this house.

We got no money here,
all right?!

I swear!

You lied to me?

There was never any Alaska
for you, was there?

There was no fishing boat.
This was all just about

getting revenge on Stackhouse.

You lied so I'd
help you escape.

Well, I had a place
to go back to.

You're going to shoot me,
shoot me.

I had a plan, too, and I am
going to stick with it.

(hot metal sizzling on skin)

(screaming)

(tires squeal)

Ray, you take the back.

You two cover the sides
in case someone tries to bolt.

(Stackhouse screaming)

(sizzling)

Hey, don't you pass out on me!

We're just getting started.

How am I supposed to get by
on a grand? Huh, Day?

(muffled):
Do you have...

Do you have any idea
how bad you screwed me?

I'm taking the car,
I'm getting out of here.

(door opens)

(door slams shut)

CHARLIE:
You move, you die.

(McCann groans)

Where the hell is Day?
Is he in the house?

(handcuffs clicking)
Any hostages in there? Huh?

(door opens)
Gun!

I'm gonna kill him!
Then I'll kill you!

You gotta help me, man.
Shut up!

Take it easy.
All right?

Take it easy.

Shea, put McCann in the car.

Erica, go with him.
Ray, you got a bead?

Got him.

You shoot, I will shoot.

CHARLIE:
Take it easy. Nobody's
shooting anyone tonight.

All right?
DAY:
I'm gonna kill him right here.

ZANCANELLI:
Charlie, I got a shot.

CHARLIE:
Not yet, Ray.

We know what you went
through on the inside,

but you're the guy with
the gun right now. Put it down.

He deserves to die!
That's not your
call to make, Oliver.

Yes, it is!
My first night in prison,

he told me that if I fought
back, he would make it worse.

He traded me for
smokes, for food

for five and
a half years,

every single day.

If it's not my call,
then whose is it? Huh?

What? Now he gets to
live happily ever after,

after he turned me
into an animal?

Oliver, wait. No one can make
you something that you're not,

but if you pull
that trigger,

then it's on you.

ERICA:
Car!
Terry!

No!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get her out of here.

Kellen?
Shea, grab her.
Hold her back.

DAY:
Listen to me. I got
something to say.

This man is not
who you think he is.

I can take him, Charlie.
CHARLIE:
Wait a second.

When I got to prison,

he preyed on me,

tortured me emotionally,

sexually...

I was 18 years old.

I just wanted
to take a car for a joyride.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

(indistinct radio transmission)

This belongs to you?

No.

That never belonged to me.

(engine starts)

It's not true, honey.

LLOYD:
Nice.

Back in time for din-din.
Raymond, shall we?

What makes you think
you're gettin' it?

I cracked the code
that cracked the case.

So soon I will be
cracking lobster tails

as I enjoy my
surf and turf.

Back it up, Professor.
Anyone can sit

in a warm office all day
and read books.

I jumped off the Dumpster
like Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka

and tackled a dude today.

He was a pothead.

SHEA: Yeah, but we thought he
was legit when I went after him.

Guy was baked. Lloyd
could have taken him down.

See, that was
uncalled for. What?

What pothead?

The pothead house
you sent us to.

Maybe you was rippin' off
a few bong hits yourself.

All right, Charlie
should get this.

He went Lawrence Taylor on
a guy, even with a bum leg.

But I did promise it to a con,

and when I asked for
backup at the pharmacy,

it was Erica who got behind
the wheel in two seconds.

Thanks, Ray.

Shocker. You give it to the
person with the most boobs.

ERICA:
No.

"Better is the dinner of herbs,
where the love is,

than that of a stalled ox,
and hatred therewith."

I actually read that
on the back of a tea bag

about ten years ago,
and it stuck.

You're a vegetarian?

Yeah.

Oh, damn.
Just...

Yeah. I'm a vegetarian
who likes to win.

Suck it.

All right, losers. Get
dressed. I'm taking you

back to the joint.

That ain't right.

She ripped it twice, man.

Hey. Um...

I can run the animals
back to Maybelle

if you want to go home and rest.

You know, Day just wanted
to be 18 again,

like, before... before any
of this ever happened to him.

The cons just would like
to have a meal

at a restaurant,

like they used to.

And you don't admit it,

but you wish you had
your family back.

I wish my heart worked

like it did
back when I was a kid.

McCann just wanted to go back

to when his parents were
alive and life was good.

But you know what
the truth is, Ray?

There ain't no
going back, man.

Ain't no going back.

(barks)