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(crowd chatter)

MAN (over P.A.):
Gold gate is secure.

Gold gate is secure.

(overlapping, indistinct
shouting and chatter)

(indistinct chatter
continues)

Attention inmates in the yard,
stay in your area.

Attention inmates
in the yard, stay in your area.

MAN:
I think

you're lost, Tinkerbell.

I'm just enjoying the sunshine.

In this part of the yard,
the sun belongs to me.

So if you and the rest
of "We Are The World" here know

what's good for you,
you'll get the hell out of here.

That's funny, 'cause I was about
to say the same thing to you.

(engine revving)

Whoa!

(tires screeching)

MAN (over P.A.):
Lockdown! Lockdown! All
available guards discharge now!

Please!
I have a family!

So do I.
Trokey, come on!

(grunts)

Please!

(overlapping shouting)

(tires screeching,
engine revving)

Citizen assault complaints,
witness intimidation.

Warrantless search
and seizure...

Sir, I will admit

that our team tends
to be a little unorthodox,

but we always stay within
the confines of the law.

Would you say that
with your hand on a Bible?

I thought so.

Relax.

I'm not here
to crack any skulls.

Just maybe shake things up
a little bit.

Shake things up?

If you check with Director Knox,
he'll let you know

we have all
the necessary clearances...

I spoke with Knox,

as soon
as I became his new boss.

And truth be told,
I about fell out of my chair

when I saw what you guys
had cooking over here.

It's creative,
I give you that.

With all due respect,
Deputy Wendell,

we're effective, as well.

And it can be more so.

You got to put the fear
of God in these cons.

Task force like this
doesn't get leeway,

can't afford slipups.

Besides, these are felons.

I got a file
in my office this thick

of guys that can replace
any one of these mutts.

Sir, we've got a massive case
we're about to take on,

but you know that,

so if we're talking about change
for change sake,

I think it's a mistake.

I'm not saying
I'm definitely making a move.

I'm just gonna
review your case files,

watch your operation,
see if anything should be done,

because now that I'm in charge,

I'm not gonna let this group
burn my ass.

LLOYD:
Kid's crying, the
mom is naked,

and then the
party clown says,

"Now that is what
I call a balloon knot."

Why aren't
you laughing?

MAN:
So this is the team?

Yup. Guys, this is
Richard Wendell.

He is the...
Pleasure
to meet you, Dick.

My name is Lloyd Lowery.

Would you like
to hear a tasty joke?

He's the marshals'
new chief director.

I see.

This is Deputy
Ray Zancanelli.

How you doing?

Well, now that everyone's here,
you can get started.

Clearly, you've got your work
cut out for you.

I'll check in later.

All right.

(sighs)

(sighing)

I did not know
that he, you know...

You like jokes, Lloyd?
Yeah.

You ever heard the one

about the psychiatrist
that got his teeth knocked out?

That wasn't funny, though.

Listen up. We have
a multiple breakout

to crack, as well as a new chief
director who's up in my shit,

so we don't have any time
for jokes.

Everybody, get to work.

ERICA:
Okay, may be paranoid,

but I don't like the fact
that that guy was just here.

I'll second that.

Boss man coming through,
can't be for a good thing.

I'm gonna put this
to bed right now.

That man might send one of
you guys back to the big house.

Lop off a head, make his mark,

and then take credit for it

as if he put this team
together himself.

Okay? So if you try to pull that
shit that you normally pull,

I'm not gonna be able
to save your hide.

The best thing
that you can do

is just play it straight
and focus on the case.

You follow me?

All right, we got five
bad men on the run today.

They kidnapped a guard with
a four-year-old at home

and a pregnant wife.

Ray, can you
run 'em down?

Ronald Barnes.

Securities fraud,
insider trading.

Took a half a billion
before he got popped.

This guy destroyed lives,

and wore a five-figure suit
at his arraignment.

He's a sociopath.

To make matters worse,
he broke out with these psychos.

That's Chester Rhodes.
Bad son of a bitch.

He's killed more people
than smoking.

He's the real deal.

How do you know him? Did you
guys pledge at Yale together?

I pledge I'll put
my foot up your ass.

This is Carlos Zepeda.

Zepeda ran the biggest

East Coast car theft ring.

Tran Jun-- forger.

His passports have gotten

half the Russian Mob
into Coney Island.

Sandy Clemente-- drug runner.

He might look like a deadhead,

but he left scores of bodies
on both sides of the border.

As of today, all of these guys
are out of the wall

with the help
of a tractor trailer.

Any thoughts?

Whitey provides the money.

Chester's the muscle.

One of his old prison buddies
on the outside drove the truck.

The car thief
provides the transpo.

Well, Clemente moves drugs
over borders.

This time, it'll
be people.
And the Asian guy

forges the passports.
JULIANNE:
This just came in.

Listen up.

The guard they took was found
up by a barn up in New Paltz.

He was shot twice in the head.

ZANCANELLI:
Julianne says the land's owned
by some holding company

buried under half a dozen
corporate names.

Bottom line,
it belongs to Ronald Barnes.

Hiding assets from
the government--

he should hang
out with Philly.

Open up.
Dispatch said
you were coming.

Barn's locked.
Call in a warrant.

Don't need one.
Exigent circumstances.

What's exigent?
The cons are gone.

Could be in the barn.

How'd they padlock themselves
from the inside?

Well, I'm interested
to find out myself.

Hold my warrant for me.

Thanks, buddy.

(indistinct radio
communication)

They're out of their jammies.

(clears throat)

CHARLIE:
They were cutting up photos
over here.

Already making
their passports.

These tracks over
here are thinner.

Put an alarm out for three cars
and two motorcycles.

No, it's four cars.

The smaller tracks are
from a roadster pre-1940s.

Run that, Jules.

Sure. Just a sec.

When Ronald Barnes' assets
were seized,

several of his cars in
his collection were never found,

including a 1937
Jaguar roadster,

valued at half a million.

No way these guys want

to make a getaway
in a car that noticeable.

But they need a car
that valuable.

They're gonna sell it to fund
their escape out of the country.

That's why
they brought Zepeda along.

He knows how to move
cars underground. Shea?

They don't want to be spotted.
They'll go some place close.

I'd have run 'em
through a few spots

near the GW bridge, southern CT,
places like that.

I can take you to 'em.

No. We're gonna need you
for something else, Shea.

Five pairs of greens,

a set of civvies.

Doubt anybody
left here bare-ass.

There was supposed
to be another runner.

And that guy's still inside.

Hell, no.
And he
probably knows

what these guys were up to
once they got out.

He won't talk to us,

but he'll talk
to another con.

You've got some boys
on the inside there.

The deal was minimum security.

Now you want
to throw me in Attica?

Kiss my black ass.

Jules, run me up some
prisoner transfer papers.

All right, they have a full day
ahead of us.

We got 48 hours,
or they're ghosts.

Erica, Lloyd,
we're gonna hit the chop shops.

Shea, back to the
big house, buddy.

ZANCANELLI:
Four reasons a con
wouldn't go on a jailbreak.

One: they backed out.

No way after all the work it
took to prep something

like this. Two:
they got kicked off the team.

But then they would have blew
the whistle out of spite. Three:

they got tossed into
solitary before the escape.

But the incident reports

only show three SHU inmates,

and they've been there
for three weeks.

So that leaves us
one option.

They were hurt
and tossed in the infirmary.

That's where you
might find your guy.

Yeah, med records show
five inmates admitted

within a week before the escape.

Could be any one of them.

Paperwork's all done.

You're officially
transferred to Attica because

you assaulted a guard in
Sing Sing, and just so you know,

the warden doesn't know
you're with us.

You're going in naked.

That's a joke, right?

No. Guards can be on the take.

Hold up.

Convicts find out
I'm hooked up with you,

and I can't even get
the warden to help?

Nah. Put me back in Maybelle.

I'll work the next case.

(grunts)
What the...?

You attacked a guard, you would
have got tuned up yourself.

You know that.

Authenticity. Come on.

Let's roll.

U.S. Marshals.
You run this place?

It's my shop.
Am I in some kind of trouble?

Well, this is
the third garage

I've been to today,
and I'm starting

to smell like brake fluid,

so if you waste my time, yeah,
you're in trouble.

Hey, man, I'm just a mechanic.

And I just have a tan.

Look, I know you're moving more
cars through here than a...

Than a stretch of
Autobahn passing

through a Volkswagen
factory, but...

What?
What?

Sorry. Uh, sorry.

I was doing
a little Dennis Miller

stand-up thing.

(in Miller's voice):
You're moving more cars

through here than a stretch

of autobahn passing through
a Volkswagen factory...

Because a lot of people
drive on the autobahn,

and a factory has
an assembly line...

The joke stands
on its own.

Really?
Obviously not.
I think it does.

What the hell kind of cops
are you?

I'm looking for a roadster

that's subject
to a federal seizure order.

It was owned
by a fugitive,

so if you help
him sell it,

I'm booking you on
aiding and abetting.

That's what kind
of cops we are.

Using metric tools
on an old British car?

You're one hell of a mechanic.

(screaming)
Lift the car!

Under the car, what's your name?
Carlos!

Carlos Zepeda?
Yeah!

Come on. It's crushing me.
I can't breathe, man.

Let me out!

I lower it again,
you're dead.

Where are your pals, Carlos?

You've been "apprehendo-ed,"
mi amigo.

See that guy?

Chester Rose
is a shot-caller, bro.

I help you catch him,
I'm a corpse back inside.

Okay. Well, we got one.

That should appease
Wendell for a bit, right?

We got one out of five, Erica.

20% success rate's not
going to save our jobs.

Your job.

Are they serving
alcohol here?

Because you must
be "shatfaced"

if you think
they would dump me.

Okay. You're
analytical, academic.

Anyone in Psych Ops
could replace you.

And you are eye candy
that runs fast.

"Oh, my dad's a bounty
hunter, so I know things."

Watch what you say
about my father.

Or what?

You'll kill me?

Don't tempt me.

Then don't overestimate
your value, Mr. Boobs.

Maybe it'll be me.

I mean, the Marshals
already tossed me once.

Like they'd really
shoot Bambi. Come on.

I'm sorry.
That was uncalled for.

Just...
You're so sweet.

And I... She was
making me...

The point that I'm
trying to make is

that I will not go
back to making bunks

and cleaning toilets

just to hang a "do not disturb"
sign on my ass!

Hi.

Uh, no dice?

No offense, Charlie,
but you have been

behind a desk for some time,
so maybe interrogation

is not your forte.

I know what I'm
doing, Lloyd.

I'm just saying,
I have an idea.

Thanks. No, thanks.

Lloyd?

What do you have in mind?

You haven't cracked
this filbert yet, DuChamp?

Don't know how you cash
your paycheck, buddy.

He's being
uncooperative, sir.

Well, you have to give a
little to get a little, dummy.

Speaking of which,
why don't you go get

me and Mr. Zepeda
here a coffee.

You like yours black,
Latin or honky?

Little bit of cream.

Latin for the Latino.

I'll go Wesley Snipes.

Are your legs broke?
Do it now.

(clears throat)

Listen.

I need you to talk,

but you're not going
to rat on Chester, are you?

Got that right.

A man of principle.
I like that.

But what if I can take Chester
out of the equation,

by taking you out of Attica?

(laughs)
How you gonna do that?

Maybelle Minimum Security.

Heard of that place.

Easy time.

It's easy as Sunday morning,
my friend.

I would set you up
with a new name.

And all you have to do

is sign that form.

This deal's legit?

As legit as anything
I can offer.

Uh, uh, uh.

Gracias.

That's salty and unprofessional.

Back to business.

Tell me what you know.

All I know is I was
supposed to meet Tran,

the Chinaman forger,
in Maywood, New Jersey,

at the bus stop on
Palmer and Passaic,

with the money I
got for the car.

This was Ronald's plan.

He didn't tell
me anything else.

I believe you.

This is ironclad?

Hey. An offer made
by a U.S. Marshal

cannot be rescinded
under the law.

Wait. This is not
a transfer form.

I'm not a U.S. Marshal. But
you did just register to vote.

So enjoy Attica.

Sir?

(shouting in Spanish)

* There's money in the air,
can you feel it? *

* Whichever way it blows, that's
the way I wheel and deal it *

* See, I chase Gs,
n-n-never chase women... *

Nah.

Nah, this ain't happening.

How you been, Stuckey?

What you doing
in the A-train?

I tussled with a guard,
sent me here.

Looks like I missed all the fun.

That was off the vine, boy.

Caps fallin' like raindrops.

Hey. This is Shea Daniels,

the man that
started it all.

This is my crew. This is Dee.

He's my Sarge In Arms
on the inside.

Looks like you got
things rolling here, Stuck.

Speaking of which, you know
you always got a spot

at my table, but in The Attic,
there's one Alpha Dog,

and that's been me for a minute.

You feel me?

I respect that.

Just trying
to get a good job

on the inside and ride it out.

Can you hook me up
with Doc Duty?

Infirmary's a cush gig.

Don't want the hacks
stickin' me on a chow line.

Dee runs jobs for me.

I'll hook you up.

Come see me tomorrow.

No, no, no, no, no, son.

Today.

Spin! Wheels!
Hairy...

Hairy big wheels!

Hairy big wheels?

Are you trying
not to win?
All right...

(loud bang, all gasp)

Look, guys. No problems here.

You just take
what you want, okay?

(woman screams)

What did you do
to my house?

Beige?

This isn't a motel.

You see,
this is what happens

when you sell homes at auction.

20% reduction in price,
20% reduction in owners.

(sobbing)

Right there.
I don't work for you, Ronald.

You break up the floor.

Really?

Between the two of us,

who do you think's going

to get through
that floor faster?

I don't take orders, man.

I am not ordering.
I am pleading.

Please, use your head

and that
prison-hard body of yours,

so we can get
through that floor

and the hell back
out on the road.

"Rolling on the River."

Am I right?

(woman sobbing, man panting)

Right there.

We set?

Couldn't get you infirmary.
You're on bucket duty.

This ain't straight
up, Stuckey.

And you been
straight up with me?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I just want a good job.

You take the job
that's being offered.

There are rules Syndie runs on.

One of 'em is

if two guys got beef,
it can be settled with blood.

You want to throw down
with me, little man?

Like I said...

My cousin's married
to this guy in Sing Sing.

He said you ain't
never touched no guard.

Said you were
transferred a while ago,

but nobody knows where to.

We're looking
into you, Shea.

You best watch your back.

(alarm wailing)

Step aside. Break it up.
Break it up.

I'm hurt.

Need the infirmary.

Hey, Ray. Can I get a couple
bucks? I want to get a cannoli.

If you buy lottery tickets,

you addict, you'll have to
put your finger up your ass

to scratch 'em off.

Got him.
There's Tran.

Yeah, that's him.

It's him.

Hey!
(horn honking)

(tires screech, Tran gasps)

(bus honking)
No!

You are supposed to catch them,
not kill them.

The suspect fled
into the roadway.

I've got a busload of witnesses,
says you all

chased the perp into
the path of an oncoming bus!

That's how
the lawsuit will read!

What exactly
would you have us do?

Well, a real task force would've
approached at a perimeter,

surrounded the fugitive,

who would've then known
running was useless.

No fuss, no muss.

We couldn't create a perimeter.

Three on our team
can't carry weapons.

And why's that?
Oh, yeah, that's right.

'Cause they're criminals,
and if I want your opinion,

I'll ask.

Deputy DuChamp,
you get this team in order

or I'll be forced
to do it for you.

Wow, Charlie. Could have stood
up for us a little bit there.

We were all
getting chewed out.

Yeah, but if they're
gonna shake things up,

you know
they're gonna ax a con.

You could have told him
about all my contributions.

Your contributions?
I'm the one who
figured out the tire tracks.

I'm the MVP
of the whole situation,
right, Charlie?

Out.

I have a daughter, Lloyd.

I have somebody
depending on me.

So do I. Maybe
you've forgotten

about a certain angel of
God named Agnes Lowery.

She needs me. And you
know what, Charlie?

If they want someone,
give them Shea.

He's already in Attica.

I bet he's perfectly
happy in there.

Okay, I second that.

Would you animals
just shut your mouths

and focus on the job?
Look at this.

Tran's passports
are incredible.

If he'd gotten the cash, he
would have been able to get

black market microchips
for these passports,

and they'd be anywhere
in the world by now.

We got lucky.

Speaking of anywhere
around the world, I got a hit.

A credit card reservation
was made

under one
of Sandy Clemente's aliases

at a private airstrip
in Northern Delaware.

Clemente had his crew

use small planes
to carry cocaine.

Maybe he learned to fly himself.

It's close to 6:00 a.m.

It's only 1:45.

There's no cover here.
We'll be spotted.

Let's bunk down
for a few hours,

get fresh, come back
when the airstrip opens.

All right. You know each
of us has to room with a con.

I know. I'm
bunking with Erica.

Yeah, right.

I'm not bunking with Lowery.
I can't stand him.

I'll kill him.
And I won't?
No way, not happening.

Hey. I know what you
guys are arguing about.

Jerks.

Rock, paper, scissors?

One, two...

There are a lot of
good schools in New York.

(door creaks open)

Hey, I got to go.

Um, we'll talk
about this again.

All right.
Love you, sweetheart.

All right, bye.

Who was that? Charlie?

Very funny.

You know, uh, maybe next
job you guys could buy me

some underwear that
isn't so small?

I'm sure it's an
honest mistake, though.

Eh, I wouldn't
flatter yourself.

Jules buys the clothes.

So, what's your
daughter's name?

It's none of your business.

Is that a family name,
Ray? Come on, we've

been working together
for months now--

you can't tell me her name?

I don't like talking
about my daughter.

I'm not like you.

I don't wear my kid
on my sleeve.

MAN (on TV):
When do we want it? Now!

No more war!

(clicks remote control)
Do you know why

I wear my kid on
my sleeve, Ray?

Because out here,

I have her with me.

You know, I cannot get
kicked off this team.

I need to get back
to my daughter, okay?

I need to...
Hold on.

Look, we don't know
what Wendell's gonna do.

He could cut
one of you guys,
none of you guys.

All you can do, Erica,

is focus on your job.

Okay?

I think it's ironic
that people run

when the universe
is so infinite.

We can never truly flee the
ubiquitous realm we all share.

The truth is, you
can be a galaxy away,

and we'd still
all be together.

You know what
I mean, Charlie?

I can't believe there's
only one clean bed left.

Yeah.

(sighs)

CHARLIE:
Why is your
underwear

on the chair, Lloyd?

I sleep
unencumbered,
Charles.

(exhales)

Sweet dreams.

MAN:
Those guys are
as good as caught.

MAN 2:
You're crazy.
Barnes is crazy rich.

He's got a bunker
under the Rockies.

That's where they're at.

I'll bet anyone a carton

that by the end of the day

they all turn up
in Mexico.

Bet.
Mexico is the first
place they'll look.

Rocky Mountains, man.

Hey.

You don't want to bet?

It's stupid.

What makes you the expert?

'Cause you clowns don't know
anything about this escape.

Yeah, you're right
about that-- but
you know something

about this, don't
you, my man?

What?

You were supposed

to be on the escape.

(chuckles)
Don't deny it.

What white boy who ain't a
skinhead shaves his head?

From the two-tone between
your forehead and scalp,
the top of your dome

ain't seen the
sun in years.

You didn't want to look
like your mug shot

when it was plastered
on TV after breaking out.

Now...

I don't want to have to
tell the warden or nobody.

I just need some info.

MAN:
Okay, you've been cleared to go.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, hold up,

we're talking here.

Too bad.
We need the bed.

Hey, hey, I feel good;
take mine.

You're not going anywhere
until the doctor clears you.

He'll be back in the
morning. Let's go.

I got it.

All right,
let's go.

(wheezing)

I'll be back.

No. Look, you killed the guard,

that was bad enough; no more.

They'll tell the cops what we're
wearing, that we're together.

Hey, we broke out together--
not a surprise

we're still with each other.

We get caught,

these deaths are
gonna be on you.

And instead of getting
five years tacked on

for escape, you'll
get death row.

Is that what you want?

Think, stupid.

Now, let's keep moving.

We're losing time.

You think you're
so much better than me.

No. Just different.

(laughs)
Nah. We're both
businessmen.

I steal with my fist,
and you steal with a... pen.

And I bet you done
caused more damage

to people in your life
than I have.

I never killed anyone.

You done bankrupted
families, pensions.

Yeah. People done died
at your hands, too.

We ain't that different.

(airplane engines rumbling)

Where are they?

(sighs)

We've been sitting here
longer than the Lincoln
Memorial, babe.

Again with the
Dennis Miller thing?
What Dennis Miller thing?

He tries to do
these analogies...

I don't try;
I nailed it.
Yeah.

I'm just saying maybe
we got it wrong,

maybe Ronald and the boys
got jammed up,

I'm just saying maybe
they lost their ri--
Car.

All right, here we go.
Animals, get out.

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

CHARLIE:
Get out of the car!
Hands up!

ZANCANELLI:
It's Clemente.

CHARLIE:
Let me see those hands! Slowly!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't shoot, man.

Where's Chester and Ronald?

There's nobody else here, man.

Where are they, man?
All right, look,
it's just me, man.

There's nobody
else here.

All right? It's just me.

ZANCANELLI:
Damn it!

Three down.

This is almost too easy.

Your friend
Carlos Zepeda talked.

You'll be the only one
left out in the cold.

If he talked, he's a dead man.

I like to breathe.

(knocking)

You're making
a mistake, pal.

(knocking)

What's up?

Ronald Barnes and Chester Rhodes
did a home invasion

at a house Barnes used to own.

They grabbed some money
that was stashed there,

and they assaulted a
civilian who just died

at the hospital of
a brain aneurysm.

Any witness statements?
Nothing useful.

They didn't even see the car
that they drove away in.

Look at me, Ray.

Do whatever you got to do to
find out what Clemente knows.

And the Chief Director?
Whatever you got to do.

(grunts)

Answer me, or I'll turn you
into a jack-o'-lantern.

Where are your partners?
Man, I don't know... Aah!

(screaming)
You're panicking.

(speaking
indistinctly)
(screaming)

Lighter's full, Sandy.
(gasping)

Hey, man, I was supposed
fly to some one-horse
airfield in Florida,

and we'd all meet there and
fly to the Virgin Islands.

Talk!
That's all I
know, I swear!

Where are they!
I swear that's it, man!

(groans loudly)

I assume you heard.

I'm calling Special Ops
now for a charter flight.

We've popped three of these
guys, so he's vulnerable.

We can get down there...
He's not going
to Florida.

I just fried that
guy's sinuses.
He's telling the truth.

That guy believes he's going
to Florida, but he was lied to.
Lied to?

This is too easy
because it's designed to be.

This guy's
just doing what
he's done before.

This Forbes
article calls it

"Barnes' Strategy
of Controlled Chaos."

When foreign
debentures collapsed

in 2002, everybody thought
Barnes was busted,

but actually his position
was really small.

He turns around, he buys the
debt for pennies on the dollar.

In English, egghead.

Okay, Raymond, let's say
you have a lemonade stand.

Knowing there's gonna be a
really bad lemon crop that year,

you make it look like
you really need lemons.

Everybody thinks
you're vulnerable--

like Charlie just said--
when actually

you don't need lemons,
because, Shazam,

you've got
powder mix.
You call that English?

Oh, my God!
Barnes wants us

to think that we have him!

Because we have his lemons?

I have got this.

Because we have his lemons.

But they are
cannon fodder, okay?

He wanted us to chase them,

he wanted us to catch them,

he wanted us to think his plan

was falling apart,
because that was his plan.

If he's heading to Florida
and we don't follow...

He has us going south--
New Paltz, Jersey,

Delaware, Florida--
he's in the Northeast.

Yeah, well, that's
still just a theory.
Mm, yes,

like relativity's a theory.

I know it's not as impressive

as tire tracks, but I'm right.

Yeah?

Found the guy who
bailed on the escape.

How you know
it's him?

For one, you've got

a do-it-yourselfer that runs

right to the wrist and stops.

Enough damage to get into the
infirmary and out of the escape,

but not enough to die from.

Why did he bail out?

I don't know.

Listen...

cons might know
I'm working with cops.

Shea, if this guy bailed
out on the breakout,

he knows something.

Do you hear me, paisan?

I'm Cinderella and it's 11:59.

You got to come
get me out of here.

Now.

Got to get Shea out;
his cover might be blown.

Is or might be?
It might be.

But that's not
a good thing.

We can't pull him
on a "might be."

Hey, Shea, listen,
stay safe,

find out what
the guy knows.

We'll get you out
as soon as we can.

(beep)

(grunting)

I founded the Syndicate,

I ran Sing-Sing,

and now I run Attica, too.

Unless you want to do
something about it.

Unless you want to be next,

you'll answer my questions
straight up.

Why'd you pull out
of the escape?

What did you know?

Pills--
Ronald was taking pills.

He was a junkie?

No, no,
I know the guy

who smuggles in junk
for the other inmates,

and he said he was running
some pretty serious

prescription motion sickness
pills in there for Ronald.

So he was gonna fly out of
the country on a small plane.

He gets, he gets
motion sickness.

He got
three weeks worth.

He said we were going
to fly out of the country.

You only need that many pills
if you're going on a boat.

If he lied about the plane,
he lied about everything.

I'm telling you, this guy
was going to screw us.

I couldn't just
quit the escape.

Chester would have killed me
just to be safe, so...

I cut myself,
and they put me in infirmary.

(phone rings)

Hey.

SHEA:
Barnes lied.

He was gonna screw everyone.

Barnes is taking a boat.

He's not flying;
he's taking a boat.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Listen, I took care of business.

Now get me the hell out of here.

(click, dial tone)
Ray, hey, Ray.

He's not flying; he's taking
a boat out of the country.

We got 2,000 miles
of eastern seaboard.

Where the hell could they be?

You're sure you know
where it is?

Trokey told me where it was.

Here we go.

(gun cocks)

You're a son of a bitch,
you know that, Ronald?

That's what the business pages
called me.

I really don't want
to do this, but, come on,

you just need me
to sail the boat.

How close would we get
to the islands

before you'd dump me
over the side

and steer my rig in the rest
of the way by yourself?

Maybe, but you got
a problem, Ronald.

You got nobody to pull
that trigger for you.

This is a job
you can't delegate.

You got to actually dirty
your hands for once,

and we both know...

(gunshot, Chester grunts)

All right,
Barnes had four boats,

all seized by the government
months ago.

Were they sold at auction?

Yes... uh, to Karyn Usher,

Zack Estrin,

Graham Roland, and Gabe Trokey.

Trokey-- why do I know
that name?

Trokey drove the truck
through the prison wall.

Barnes probably had him buy
the getaway boat as well.

If Trokey wouldn't
have been killed,

it wouldn't have caused a blip.

Registration?

Uh, yeah,
Woodmere Docks, Long Island.

I'll meet you
downstairs.

Search all the boat slips
in the marina,

find out exactly
where the boat is docked.

My neck is killing me
from that motel bed.

Why did Erica get to stay back?

Look, just shut up
and go show the harbormaster

Barnes' mug shot.

LLOYD:
Guys...

Guns down, boys.

We really don't care if he dies.

Really?
Ray.

I will blow his brains
all over the dock.

CHARLIE:
All right.

See?

What are you going to
do, Ronald, shoot us?
People will hear you.

I'll do it down in the cabin
and I'll dump you out at sea.

We're not going down there,

and if you come any closer,
we'll just jump you.

You could shoot
one or two of us

but not all three of us.

Look, it doesn't have
to come down to this.

We know about your stash,
Ronnie.

What the hell
are you doing, Ray?

Making a win-win situation.

All right, you want
a taste to go away?

Not a taste, the whole thing.

A bag that size--

hundreds, 400K?

Very good.

Ray, this is unacceptable.

So is getting crapped out
by a shark.

Please take the money.
He's right.

We take the money,
we let him go, he lets us go.

You take half now,
you get off the boat.

I get out into
international waters,

I'll leave the rest of it
on buoy marker 12.

I so much as see a seagull
following me,

I will burn it all.

And I'm taking
Skinny here as insurance.

Sure.
LLOYD:
I think I deserve

a voice in this situation.
Shut up, Lloyd.

Charlie?

RONALD:
What's it going to be?

No one can know about this.

I want the
money first.

Look...
Easy.

Just be cool.

Okay?

You'll get what you want--
you'll get away,

we'll get what we want.

Open your jacket.
Look, nothing.

Toss the bag, all right?

As far as I'm gonna go.

Aah!

Get down, get down.
Aah!

A lot of good people
died because of you,

and at the end
of the day,

you get to go back
to where you started.

Get up.

There are rules, DuChamp!

Never leave one
of your crew hanging!

Never!

Rode my ass here the whole way.
You're damn right.

I'll ride both of y'all
like Seabiscuit

after what y'all pulled
on me today.

CHARLIE:
Take it easy, all right?

Don't say something
that you might regret later on.

Listen, I'll take it
any way I want, all right?!

Get your hands out of my face!
What's wrong with you?

Hey, settle down,
settle down!
I'm sick of this!

Take off your badge,
DuChamp-- DuChump.

Hold my badge.

Come on, come on!
What's up?!
Hey, hey...

(all yelling)

I'm in your world now!

Deputy DuChamp,
everything okay?

Everything is fine.

I'd like to speak
to you privately.

What are you doing?
If one of us is
getting axed,

I want to hear it.

CHARLIE:
Sir, I know how that looked
out there, but just understand

that Daniels has been having
a rough go at it

for the last 24 hours.

Don't worry, I'm not
tossing the gangbanger.

He's safe. Lowery, the girl--
they're all safe.

That's good to hear.

Zancanelli's got to go.

CHARLIE:
Pardon me, sir?

That's, that's insane.

He's a dirty cop,

a convicted thief.

CHARLIE:
No, he's a guy who gives
everything he's got

to catch the bad guy
every single day.

We wouldn't be nearly
as effective without...

He's an embarrassment
to the badge,

a badge he is no longer
allowed to carry.

I know him, I know his type.

Thumbs his nose at the suits,
thinks he can get away

with whatever he wants.

Permission to speak freely, sir.

Go ahead.

Sir, you're full of shit.

This whole thing--
you coming

to check out the cons--
it's just,

it's just smoke and mirrors,
isn't it?

You just needed
a paper trail

to make this look
like it was a real investigation

when all along
you walked in here knowing

that Ray Zancanelli was gone.

I am a chief director who knows

that keeping Zancanelli on the
team is too much of a liability.

And this is my task force.

And it's my
Marshals service,

and unless you want me
to use my new authority

to have you back behind a
desk come Monday morning,

I suggest you
back the hell off

and change
your tone.

You know, there are rules,

and I'm not going to leave
one member of my crew hanging,

so come Monday morning, please
make sure my desk is waxed

and every pencil
on that desk is sharpened

because I'd rather be there

than to spend another day here
without Ray Zancanelli.

We closed that case.

In less than 48 hours,

five convicts
that had escaped from Attica

were no longer at large,

so if you want
to talk

to the feds
and explain to them

that you decided
to break up this team,

fine, go ahead...

but I'm gonna get my two cents
in, too, from behind my desk.

Hmm.

This goes south, I'm not
just nailing Zancanelli.

It's on you, too, now.

Been on me since day one.

Okay, so he didn't even want
to change up the team.

I mean, frankly
I don't see why not

'cause, had he asked me,

I had
a few suggestions.

What,

do you guys want a parade or
something for keeping your jobs?

Go in there,

get changed.

The transpo van's
downstairs waiting on you.

Listen, I'm
gonna head home.

The wife rented some
stupid chick flick

that I got to go pretend
like I like and everything.

Need a ride back after
we see the cons off?

Thanks a lot, Charlie.

Yeah.

(barks)