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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 P.M. school.

Last call
for P.M. school.

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.

Any 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 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 buy 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.

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.

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 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 Ave
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.
Right.

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 just 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.

(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.

Or I 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.

(zipping)

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 *

(buzzer sounds)

(barks)