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(indistinct voices)

MAN (over P.A.): All visitors must sign in.

All visitors must sign in.

Hi, Barry. It's so great to finally meet you.

Wow. Pictures don't do you justice.

ANNOUNCER: Close gate B-1.

Mom!

Mom.

You came.

You look good.

What do you need, Mars?

Must be something big,

you couldn't ask it on the phone.

I-I just...

You said I wasn't your son anymore.

You said you wouldn't know me if you passed me on the street.

Not unless you gave me an apology, is what I said.

That's all.

Is...

that why I'm here?

(gasps)

MAN (in distance): Get down!

Open the gate! Open it!

(alarm rings) Prisoner, drop your weapon.

MARS: Open the gate, screw!

Open... the gate!

Take it easy. Let's talk this through.

Open the gate, or I open her throat!

Mars, you're hurting me! MAN: Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Look, I can put you in ad seg, or I can put you in the ground.

What's it gonna be? MOTHER: Mars!

Oh, no! MAN: Get down! Down, down, down!

I can't get a clear shot. Hold your fire.

I'm sorry, Mom.

(people scream)

No...!

O'Connell! Get down now!

There's number one! (man shouting)

Wanna try for number two?

Get the doc!

Open the gate. Sergeant...

There's kids in there! Open it!

(lock buzzing)

MAN: Let them through! Let them through!

Where's your keys? Right there.

Get 'em!

MAN: Stand back! Move, move

Eyes on them, eyes on them!

Which car is yours? Red one over here!

GUARD: She's bleeding out... MAN: We need an ambulance!

Get a doctor!

(cries out) Go, go, go!

Drive!

(tires screech)

Starla!

Marlon O'Connell,

aka "Mars."

He was doing a one-year bid for trespassing and petty larceny.

Needed a few things and wasn't discouraged

by the fact the hardware store was closed.

Now, this guy's a lowlife and a chronic loser,

but he's never displayed violent tendencies

until this morning, when he killed his mother

in a visiting yard in Wallkill, then escaped with a hostage.

He killed his mother?

The police found the hostage's car abandoned

about a half a mile away, no signs of O'Connell.

Must have had a ride waiting for him, which means he had outside help.

(Shea and Lloyd murmuring)

Shea! This better be about the case.

Why are you trying to make me wear these Seinfeld sneakers?

Shea, you think I go out shopping for your clothes?

Julianne gets the clothes that you all wear. And you'll wear

tissue boxes on your feet if she gives them to you.

I'm just saying, where's my boots? I'm a-look like a Herb in these.

CHARLIE: Enough about the shoes. We have a dead civilian

and a hostage to worry about, okay?

Now... This is some bullshit.

The hostage's name is Starla Roland.

She was visiting another inmate that she met online.

O'Connell could have left her with her car.

Must still have a use for her.

Drain her bank account; something like that?

Jules, what's the story with Starla?

She lives in Montrose

with her parents, it looks like: Perry and Sandra Roland.

CHARLIE: Get them on the phone, and find out where her bank account is.

That's not going to work; there's too many pieces of paper in there.

(hole punch slams)

(phone dialing)

WOMAN (over phone): Hello. (phone hangs up)

(dial tone) ZANCANELLI: What the hell's that?

CHARLIE: That's weird.

Well, how far is Montrose?

ZANCANELLI: Lloyd, you stay in the car.

(doorbell chimes)

WOMAN: Help! In here! Help!

Oh! Thank goodness. I fell.

CHARLIE: Ray! All clear.

You okay? Yes.

Here, let me help you up.

Where is he?

Is he here? Who?

They're not here, Ray.

She just fell out of her chair going to get the phone.

Well, she's not his hostage. She's his girlfriend.

What will it do?

I don't know.

I heard it'll take a man's head clean off.

Baby!

Mrs. Roland, Starla isn't only implicated in O'Connell's escape,

but she's also an accessory to murder.

I can't believe that she knew

that he was going to kill his mother; she couldn't have.

You do accept that your daughter

was a willing participant in his escape.

My stepdaughter, actually.

Her mother died years ago.

But I raised her as a daughter,

until I got sick. And now

Starla takes care of me.

She's a good girl.

But that Mars... he changed her.

(door opens)

Perry! Are you okay?

Thank you very much for leaving work early and talking to us, Mr. Roland.

MR. ROLAND: I just heard more of the details on the radio, and I'm sorry,

we're not talking to you. Not without a lawyer, uh-uh.

My daughter is a good girl.

Your wife tells a different story.

What did you say to them? Nothing.

She is a good girl.

But she gets involved with the wrong type...

MR. ROLAND: So she has a thing for bad boys. So what?

Perry, you have to admit...

Mars was not like the other boys.

How long did they date before he was arrested?

Four weeks? Weeks?

We thought his legal troubles would put an end to it,

but she became even more obsessed with him.

Not another word. Not without a lawyer.

Anyone asks, we never saw this.

I had a friend at county pull

Mars O'Connell's juvenile records.

Supposed to be sealed.

(distant siren wails) ERICA: Jules, uh,

just out of curiosity, what's the...

what's the story with you and Ray?

Story?

Yeah, I thought you two had a...

No, not at all.

'Cause I'm around four men in my life. Charlie's married,

Shea is as good as married, and...

Lloyd is... Lloyd.

But you're, uh...

you're telling me Ray's available?

Uh... yeah.

Interesting. SHEA: Check this out. At 11,

Mars was cited for shooting a neighbor's cat with a BB gun.

At 13, he was cited for making threatening phone calls

to a teacher. At 15...

He was arrested for burning down a homecoming float.

What? Those are Little Rascal crimes. Oh, really?

Well, it's not about the crimes, Spanky.

It's what it tells us about Mars: arm-length aggression,

he's a loner, dad's not in the picture, you know?

And then you pair him up with Starla. Hey Julianne,

do we know how Starla's mom died?

That's got to factor into this somehow.

JULIANNE (over phone): I'm trying to find out

everything I can about Starla, but it's not easy.

She doesn't have a criminal record.

See, personalities are like molecules, and some molecules react

with one another, sometimes quickly and dramatically.

You know, take Charlie and Shea, for instance.

I don't have a problem with Shea.

Okay, two dark-skinned men: one of them,

born in poverty, and driven to a life of crime

by a cultural mistrust of authority;

the other, college-educated, and working for the same government

that enslaved his people.

Do you have a point?

If you bring those together,

they are predictably explosive. Boom!

Finish. LLOYD: Okay.

Mars O'Connell and Starla Roland, on the other hand,

they fell hard for each other, and that

is a synthesis reaction. It's two simple compounds

combining to create something altogether new.

Now, it's a passive female, finally defies her parents,

she goes rebel. And then a latently aggressive male

finally crosses over to overt violence

because she validates and encourages his basest fantasies.

Now, the only question is, how far do those fantasies extend?

So, you think there'll be more bodies?

JULIANNE: Guys? Two weeks ago,

Starla went to Pennsylvania and bought a gun.

Yeah, I'm guessing more bodies.

MARS: Good afternoon.

(screaming, gunshots)

(indistinct police radio transmission)

CHARLIE: Everybody ran as fast and as far as they could,

including the cashier.

Nobody saw which way they went,

or what kind of car they were driving.

She posed no threat.

They had access to the register.

They killed her for the hell of it.

These are spree killers, you guys: Starkweather and Fugate,

Bonnie and Clyde, Klebold and Harris.

Two unremarkable people who cross paths

and the result is bloodshed. Bad chemistry.

Yeah, like I was saying, uh, aluminum and iron oxide.

Individually, they're stable; you mix them together,

you get thermite, and that starts a fire

that you can't put out. SHEA: (laughs) How'd that conversation go?

"Hey good-looking!

"Why don't you finish that chocotini,

and we'll go kill a hobo." LLOYD: Yeah, more or less.

The dominant person seeks out someone who shares

his sick view of the world. ZANCANELLI: How do you make that girl into a murderer?

The same girl who nurses her ailing mother? Ah, that makes it easier

to flip her. I mean, Starla's a grown woman,

but for the past ten years she's been giving stepmom

sponge baths and wiping her ass.

She's looking for a dominant male in the mold of her father;

someone to take her away from all this. In walks Mars.

Charlie, did the guy in the kitchen overhear anything useful?

What guy in the kitchen?

ERICA: This guy.

(whimpering)

CHARLIE: His name's Patrick Malloy.

He's got two kids.

And that's his wife.

She's in that body bag right there.

No wonder he won't talk.

He's probably got a wicked case

of survivor guilt.

He was in there for the whole thing, Lloyd.

Mr. Malloy, I can only imagine

what you're going through right now, but we really need

to know what you saw and heard in there.

There's a bird called the Nepalese egret.

And the Nepalese egret builds her nest

in the riverbank to keep her eggs warm.

But that leaves them vulnerable to crocodiles.

But when a croc does attack,

the egret does something kind of strange;

she flies away.

She flies away, Mr. Malloy,

because she knows that if she stays to fight,

the crocodile will kill her.

And there'll be no one

to look after the eggs that do survive.

Those two people had a gun.

If you stayed to fight,

who would have looked after your kids?

You did the right thing.

And I know that you are in an incredible amount

of pain right now, but we need your help, sir.

ERICA: What's Mars looking at?

By the display rack.

Pamphlets.

Tourist trap stuff.

ZANCANELLI: What, they going sightseeing?

CHARLIE: He said they took his wife's keys

and drove away in her car, a blue Rav 4.

Here's her license plate.

I'll get Jules on it.

You got blood on your Seinfeld shoes.

ERICA: Lloyd, did that guy overhear Mars

and Starla saying anything?

No. Yes. Uh, she said something

about a roll in the hay after they were done.

A roll in the hay?

Yeah.

Good place to lay low in the off-season.

CHARLIE: There's the blue Rav 4.

Erica, you and me, let's go flush 'em out.

What, and I just gotta sit in the car?

Since when do you ever want to get involved, Shea?

Fine. They could be anywhere up in there.

You could use my help. But you're the man.

You say sit, I sit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.

We need somebody out here to cover the entrance

and wait for backup. Got it?

(car door shuts)

Got it.

Here's everything I have so far on

Mars O'Connell and Starla Roland.

I'll look for more.

Get to work, Lloyd. We need to find a pattern before these two

kill again. Like I've been saying, there's not gonna be a pattern.

They're just gonna kill whenever the opportunity presents itself.

So we're either gonna need dumb luck to catch these guys

or just wait for Starla to turn on Mars.

I don't see that happening.

Yeah, it will. The submissive partner is

less immune to guilt than the dominant one.

So, eventually, she's gonna start feeling bad about

the killings and look for a way to undermine Mars' plans.

We're not going to wait for her conscience to kick in.

Huh? Sit down. Get to work.

Yeah, okay.

(sighs)

Lloyd? Mm-hmm?

Um, could I ask your advice about something?

Mm-hmm.

If there was someone

I felt strongly about,

and, um, there was only a brief window of opportunity

to make my feelings known...

You-You mean, like, you, you only have

occasional access to this person...?

Sort of. Okay.

You know, given

the issues that I've been working through

and the fact that I'm...

You should go for it.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Because... You know, a healthy relationship

moves you into the adult ego state,

which grounds you for...

(clears throat) The short answer is

that, yes, you should go for it.

You sure?

Completely.

(whispers): Ow...

CHARLIE: Any one of you tries

to escape, you'll all get sent back

to where we found you, sentences doubled.

(keys click in ignition)

You see anything?

Go tell the others. Here.

REPORTER (over radio): ...killing at least 49 soldiers and 13 civilians.

Damage to the base is said to be heavy...

Must be the winter superintendent.

Wallet's missing. No key ring.

They must have gotten his vehicle.

* *

(moaning)

STARLA: Uh-oh, I think we're in trouble.

(Starla giggles)

(giggling)

MARS: Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You can't park here. Come on out.

* *

(gunshot)

We got the officer's dashboard cam footage.

It uploads remotely. All right, shut it off.

LLOYD: Shh, I can't hear. You know how it ends!

Shut it off! You want to know what

these two are capable of, you gotta watch this, Ray.

(gunshot)

These two are going down.

Mars O'Connell and Starla Roland have

so far racked up four bodies.

Now, the media's only reporting three,

because they don't know about the park superintendent.

We're hoping that if O'Connell and Roland don't know

that we found the body, then they might try

to use one of his credit cards.

Uh, there's still no hits on those.

The execution of New Jersey State Trooper Glen Randall

has made this an extremely high profile case.

Right, 'cause it ain't a big deal until a cop gets capped.

Let me explain to you what should motivate you, Shea.

There are over a dozen state

and federal agencies working on this case right now,

so if the "Breakout Kings" don't crack it,

you don't get your month. Why are you

always riding my ass, man?

Oh, I can explain that to you. Shut up, Lloyd.

They finally found the police cruiser in Wanaque,

New Jersey, sunk in the reservoir.

No wonder the transponder wasn't working.

So they must've stolen another ride,

but nothing's been reported.

Okay, so they're still roughly moving south. How are we

supposed to know what they're gonna do next

if we can't predict their next move?

Um, I-I've been compiling a list of Mars' known associates,

and it turns out that while he was awaiting trial,

he spent three weeks in a cell with Harry Lee Reddin.

SHEA: The bankrobber?

They put him in Sing Sing with me.

Consecutive life sentences for killing them tellers.

No joke. Dude's a badass.

Ray's the one who brought him in when he ran.

Uh, it caught my eye because of the fairgrounds thing.

Uh, Reddin hid out for a few days in a ski resort in July.

Yeah, he was also a stickler for changing up cars

at least once a day, just like these two.

Mars must have been taking some lessons from him.

Why don't you go see if Reddin can shed

some light on Mars' intentions?

He won't be happy to see me. If you need a hand,

I can tag along.

A little eye candy

never hurt a negotiation.

Ray, wait up. I'll, uh, print you a map to the prison.

Sing Sing? Jules, I been there a hundred times.

Don't worry about it.

Okay. Well, uh, then good luck.

What was that?

That, that wasn't, um...

Th... I wasn't, uh...

I didn't...

CHARLIE: Zancanelli, let's go!

Gotta run.

Hey, you okay?

Mm-hmm.

(bell ringing in distance)

Sorry for pimping you out like this.

If things get creepy, you let me know.

I appreciate it, Ray.

And if he wigs me out, I'll give you my safe word.

But don't worry.

I've never needed it before.

GUARD: Open the interrogation room! (buzzer sounds)

Aw, Zancanelli, you can kiss my ass.

What's up with you, Angelina?

Mango.

How you been, Harry? Assume you heard

of Mars O'Connell? Man, I ain't telling you dick.

Look, Reddin, this is what

I could do for you if you cooperate: I could get you into

the prison GED program. Great, so I can

train to be a dental assistant. You'll get one hour

a week of internet access.

We could arrange it so

the guards turn off the content filters.

ERICA: You can go to any site you want

till your forearm seizes up.

You gonna put that in writing?

ZANCANELLI: Come on, you know I'm good for it.

Tell me about Mars.

This guy's pulling moves right out of your playbook.

Writing a playbook of his own, sounds like.

Well, did Mars share any fantasies about killing people?

You know, going hog wild like this?

He didn't share a lot.

Didn't have much personality at all. I sure never

figured him for a psycho. Well, come on. Give me something.

You spent three weeks with this guy.

Yeah, but I did all the talking.

He asked me like a million questions, you know,

how to keep on the run so long, but...

I never thought anything of it.

All the cons want to hear that stuff.

So what'd you tell him?

How to get some easy cash.

How I hit those resorts in the off-season.

Told him when the heat's hot, you gotta hole up a while.

That's how I kept you at bay, dumb guinea.

You call me that again,

and you'll lose your teeth along with your internet.

You hear me?

Easy, Ray.

ZANCANELLI: What else about Mars?

I told him to establish a routine.

Get everyone thinking that they know what your next

move's gonna be, then break the routine.

By the time they figure it out, you're a puff of smoke.

Like how you robbed five banks in one week,

then busted into that beach house to kick back?

Yeah, like that.

And I told him, if you're going to sit a while,

you might as well pick someplace nice.

(giggling)

(squeals, giggles)

(giggling)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Shotgun's missing from the rack.

Great.

Still no reports of a vehicle stolen from the vicinity?

For all we know, they hitched their way out of here.

Maybe, but that hasn't been their M.O.

so far. I mean, they just take what they want.

They're breaking their routine.

What are you mumbling about?

That's how Reddin got the cops off his tail.

He established a routine, and broke it without warning.

I mean, these guys stole, what, four different cars to get here?

We're busy looking for the next one. But there isn't one.

So what are you saying? They're still in the area?

ERICA: Hey, come check this out.

Another thing Reddin said is

when it's time to lay low, find someplace nice.

High-end subdivision?

How far do you think they're willing to walk?

SHEA: Criminals are lazy,

so any of these houses would do.

So let's say they walk 15 minutes, tops,

average walking speed is three miles per hour,

which gives us a radius of what? Um...

What's the, what's the formula to find the area of a circle?

Do I look like Lloyd? It's roughly 2 miles.

Housing densities we got around here? That gives us

2,000 doors to knock on. We got to be more efficient than that.

Well, they're just not going to pick any old house.

They're going to pick houses that don't... CHARLIE: Don't tell us.

Tell them. Excuse me.

CHARLIE: Can I get your attention, please, everyone?

This is Shea Dan... Hof... nagle.

Shea Hofnagle.

Shea is a convicted felon

who has chosen to generously lend his expertise

to the U.S. Marshals. He's going to tell you

what to look out for.

Mr. Hofnagle?

A'ight.

You want to blow right past any crib

that has an alarm company sign out front.

Hey. Buddy. Eyes here.

OFFICER: Sorry.

You're looking for something nice and private

so the neighbors can't see you jimmy a window. Feel me?

So we looking for fences, bad exterior lighting...

Oh! And look for houses with no dead patches

on the lawn.

No dead patches means no dogs.

(chuckling)

You know, all my life I got

people like you looking down on me.

Bunch of rich bitches.

MARS: Now you're looking up at me, aren't you?

You know, my mom worked three jobs just to feed me?

(whimpers)

How many jobs you got, huh?

Let me guess. Zero?

Except maybe spreading your legs

for this one every other Thursday.

Birthdays and special occasions included?

How about you, Sparky?

Oh, I think Haley has something to say.

Let's hear her out.

Please. We have lots and lots of nice stuff.

Please just take what you want and go.

MARS (imitating Haley): Go!

(laughs) Go?

Oh, no, we're not going yet.

We got very special plans for you people.

Isn't that right, Starla?

First, I have some errands to run.

Sweetheart,

where'd you put the keys to the Mercedes?

JULIANNE: Wow.

Lloyd, look at this.

Starla's mother died in a car accident

when Starla was eight years old. Yikes. That's right

in the sweet spot of a child's moral and emotional development.

Starla was with her when they got hit by a truck. The car

was wedged underneath the cab of the semi.

Paramedics had to use the Jaws of Life to get Starla out.

And after her mother died, they had to saw through her body

in order to extricate eight-year-old Starla

and rescue her from the vehicle.

Jesus, no wonder she has a death fixation.

(computer beeps)

Someone just used the fair superintendent's ATM card.

Right inside our search area.

(siren wails)

(tires screeching)

Yeah. Establish a perimeter. Watch every exit.

No one gets in or out.

All right.

That's her.

That's Starla!

(tires squealing) (horns honking)

Where is he?

Where's who?

You know who I'm talking about. Where is he?

Where's Waldo?

Some rope, bleach, staple gun. What are you sickos up to?

MAN: It's not about inter-agency bullshit.

We're all trying to catch a guy who killed that trooper LLOYD: Hey, hey...

I appreciate that. You and your guys will get a crack at Starla

as soon as our specialist is done with her.

Hey, Charlie. Could you please explain to this cretin

that I'm one of you guys?

CHARLIE: You're not one of us,

but it's okay, cut him loose.

There you go.

What's your plan?

LLOYD: I'm going to play on her guilt, okay?

Once the submissive partner's caught,

she invariably tries to blame the other one, right?

Uh, say she was forced into it, whatever.

Well, she hasn't yet.

Just give it some time, Ray.

No, Lloyd, we don't have time.

That psychopath is still out there.

She's still under his spell.

And it's your job to break it.

Let's go.

HALEY: You know, we have another car, if you want to go look for her.

Maybe she took off. Shut your face!

I felt his presence before I ever even laid eyes on him.

LLOYD: You know, Starla, uh... the less cooperative you are,

the more trouble you're going to be in.

Then he smiled at me, and he said,

"My name is Mars, and I've had my eye on you."

The second I heard that name, I knew he was the one.

Mars and Starla? I mean, tell me that doesn't

imply some sort of cosmic connection.

Anything for you in that mailbox, Shea?

There was no answer. I was just checking

to see if they'd brought in the mail... Yo!

Oh, are you serious?

Turn around.

CHARLIE: Man, those are some ugly shoes.

Hit every house in a ten-block radius of the shopping plaza.

Maybe she drove there?

Dumped the car once your boys showed up

so the registration wouldn't lead them to the house.

We'll go wider.

Starla, did you know that, uh...

Mars was going to kill his own mother?

How'd you feel when you saw him slit her throat?

Does it bother you to think about that?

It didn't bother Mars.

She was his mother.

What about the woman in the convenience store?

The state trooper?

Why did they deserve to die?

They didn't deserve to live.

They didn't have what it takes to survive

in this world.

Only those with the strength to take a life

deserve to have a life at all.

Is that what Mars told you?

Do you know that Mars is the ancient god of war?

This is Ellie Kearns.

Look at me when I'm talking.

She stood by and did nothing

while her husband raped and murdered

a string of college students 30 years ago.

This is her today.

Serving a life sentence because

she could've stopped him, and didn't.

And every year she blubbers to the parole board,

and every year they send her packing. That's going to be you,

if you don't give up Mars.

Would you like...

some water?

It's right here.

Ray.

Could I, uh, talk to you for a quick second, please?

(clearing throat)

(clearing throat)

I don't think she's going to turn on Mars.

Why not? You said the submissive partner eventually... I know what I said, but...

Listen to her, okay? Look at her behavior.

She turns her body. She makes you go around to face her

on her terms. You get in her grill, she challenges

your dominance by staring you straight in the eye.

She doesn't even think to push her glass closer so I can fill it.

Ray, nine times out of ten the male partner

is the one who drives these murderous dyads,

but not in this situation.

She's the dominant one, all right?

She is calling all the shots.

Lloyd, she's like a buck-oh-six.

I know, but, Ray, her parents said she went through

a whole series of delinquent boyfriends

before she settled on Mars, right?

She was auditioning potential killers.

I said before, she was looking for a dominant male like her father.

No, she takes after her father. She's the strong one.

Which means Mars-- the monster that she created-- is out there running around

without anybody to rein him in.

And he's scared and he's desperate

and if he has hostages, Ray...

You know what, screw this.

I'm going to pull the car back around.

You keep an eye on her. What are you going to do?

Okay, fruit loop,

you don't want to give us Mars?

I'm going to drag you

up and down every cul-de-sac in that subdivision

screaming his name.

And when he sees you with my gun in your mouth,

he's going to show himself.

HALEY: She's gone, okay?

But maybe that's a good thing.

It means that you don't have to listen to her anymore, and that you can...

She doesn't tell me what to do! I didn't mean that. All that I meant was...

Look, all of you get up.

Go down to the basement.

What? Why?

Why do you think?

(whimpering)

Get up!

Maybe she's lost.

These neighborhoods all look the same. It's...

She's just lost, that's all.

And if you do this without asking her...

You should give her a little more time.

Like, maybe like this height...

I need a badge or something, man. (phone ringing)

That's the third time these fools

pegged me for a Jehovah's Witness.

Julianne, what's up?

Charlie, Ray's got a plan.

All right.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Charlie. Yeah, we're about to leave.

Unless you got a better idea.

LLOYD: You know, Starla, I uh...

I know how your mother died.

Seminal moment of your childhood--

just watching life escape from a body.

So now, every time that you kill,

you're reliving the last few moments you had with your mother. It's...

Yeah, okay. Yeah, I'll be careful. It must be awful.

Wait.

Easy, now. Oh, easy yourself.

You want to know where Mars is?

(gun hammer cocking) All right, I'll take you

right to him.

Oh... feces.

Hey, Ray, Ray, great plan, man.

Move. Really great plan.

Are you soft in the head?

Shut up or I'll snap you in half.

You'll snap... When will you snap me in half? 'Cause maybe

you haven't noticed yet, but we're about to die.

If she gets us in this house, we're going to die.

Shut up! Lloyd, keep your cool, man.

You are a meatball. This sucks! This sucks, Ray!

Do something!

You know what? He's right.

I think I'll just disarm you out here.

Keep moving. I'll do it.

I'm not so sure.

If she doesn't, I will.

Inside.

Look, baby, U.S. Marshals.

I'm not a U.S. Marshal. I'm a criminal. I'm one of you guys.

Move!

Why don't you let these people go? We'll take their place.

Why don't you speak for yourself, Ray? Get on your knees.

Keep your hands up!

ZANCANELLI: At least let the kids go. They don't need to see this.

(gun cocking) My death's on your hands, Ray.

I'm holding you responsible for this.

Get 'em, Mars. Do 'em both.

Don't listen to her, Mars.

It was her idea, we know that. Pull the damn trigger!

Why don't you do it yourself? Why won't she do it herself?

STARLA: You don't think I can?

Think again.

(gun cocking)

(click)

It's a trap! Shoot 'em, Mars! Shoot 'em!

(yelling)

(clamoring shouts)

ZANCANELLI: It's about time.

(pistol slide racking)

(handcuffs clicking)

MARS: It was her idea.

I didn't want to do any of it for real.

It was all just talk, but she...

What the hell happened? I dropped the keys on purpose

so she'll lead us here. And what happened?

You guys stopped for a smoothie?

We almost ate lead. Julianne had to track your phone.

It takes a minute. Let's go.

You telling me that you let her escape?

I didn't tell you because I needed it to feel authentic.

The gun wasn't loaded, Lloyd.

That's a great plan, Ray. What about his gun, huh?

That's a fair criticism.

(all sobbing)

Yeah.

Look, man, if I hadn't spotted Starla--

there's no way we would have gotten there in time.

I think I earned the right not to wear these anymore.

Fair enough.

Shea.

I want you to understand

that I don't distinguish between shades of color in here.

Color?

Man, I look at you and the only color I see is blue.

And that's cool.

As long as I get my months off.

You're getting your months off.

Hey, about what happened at the coffee machine...

Oh, that.

I was-- I was just trying to give you a kiss on the cheek.

And then you moved your head, and...

I'm just...

I know, right.

Um... I'm sorry.

Come here.

(distant siren wailing)

I should have known.

I knew it.

I hate being a bridesmaid.

What's going on?

What's going on?

You used me, Raymond. Yeah, I did.

Effectively. You should have told me what the plan was.

Instead of panicking, I could have helped.

Your panicking is what sold it.

No, you used me, selfishly.

And you're doing the same shit with Julianne.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the fact that anybody with an eyeball

can see that she has a thing for you.

And you exploit that for what,

to get her on the team, to keep her focused...?

Are you out of your mind? We're close because

I was there when she got DQ'd from the academy.

And I've been trying to get that kid back on her feet ever since.

So you get your facts straight.

But you don't need to dangle a relationship carrot

in front of her face just to get her to do good work, okay?

That is self-serving and it's damaging, Ray.

You're spinning out, Lowery.

Try and get it together.

What's your problem?

JULIANNE: Guys?

The van to Maybelle is waiting.

(door closes)

(sighs)

Come here. Just buy her some flowers, Lowery.

And keep me out of it.

(barks)