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(hip-hop music playing)

(music continues playing over speakers)

(prisoners talking indistinctly)

GUARD: Keep it moving!

GUARD: Hey, Jansen, quit messing around.

Keep 'em coming, McCann.

McCANN: Bon appétit, slim.

(indistinct chattering)

(pained groaning)

Yo, what the hell?

Time of death: 10:17.

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

Tell them we need special accommodation

for a large corpse.

Hop to it, ladies.

Nurse, get this man a cold compress.

Oh, you're going to earn

your two cents an hour today, boys.

He's got to be 500 pounds, easy.

Watch the shackles, fellas.

Lift with the legs.

It won't open.

One, two, three.

One, two, three...

(screams) (yells)

Holy shit!

Easy, sonny.

Let's jack him up, man.

Keys, padre.

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

Move it.

Get in there, Ferris.

PRISONER: Take us with you, man.

Come on, man. Don't leave us.

So long, fellas.

Aw, come on!

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

ZANCANELLI: It's not luck.

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

Ran a tox screen.

McCann worked on the chow line.

He put something in this guy's food.

Perchlorethylene.

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

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

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

SHEA: What were they in for?

Um, McCann for felony robbery.

He would pose as a

traveling salesman, gain permission to enter the home,

then rob his victims at gunpoint.

And relatively speaking,

Day was a lightweight.

He stole a car on a dare,

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

who Day yanked out of the driver's seat,

had a heart attack and croaked.

Felony murder. 25 years.

Lifelines? Jules?

McCann grew up in Tallahassee.

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

Kicked around foster care after that, no family left.

Uh, Day's parents retired to Scottsdale.

Marshals from the field office in Phoenix are paying a visit

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

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

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

Shea, am I boring you?

A new restaurant opened up down the block.

Red Awning Steak House.

It's a coupon for a free dinner.

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

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

That dinner includes a... steak?

Like a... real steak with

all the fixings? Yeah.

I will fight for this.

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

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

I will hit you for a filet mignon.

You will get nothing and like it.

Right now there's a State Corrections Officer

by the name of Dirk Ferris

who's being held hostage by two fugitives

who happen to have killed someone.

No time for grab-ass.

You never read Zig Ziglar?

Zig Ziglar, Ray?

Motivation's like bathing,

you gotta do it every day.

All right.

Whichever one of you three animals

does the best on this caper,

gets the steak dinner.

LLOYD: That's all I need to hear.

ERICA: I'm on it.

It's a bet.

Let's go, then.

Janice Day?

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

If you can make an appointment. Thanks.

Are you aware that your brother broke out

of Cayuga Penitentiary earlier today? I am.

You can set up a time with my assistant Jeffrey.

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

What's your problem?

Glad you asked.

You see, when I spoke to the prosecutors

about how my brother stealing a car when he was 18

didn't warrant 25 years, no one listened.

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

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

So everyone in law enforcement,

which would include you two idiots,

can line up and kiss my ass.

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

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

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

You would.

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

he busted out of prison with took a guard hostage.

So you're going to have to work through

whatever hurt feelings you have

and provide us with some information.

I don't know where he is.

He hasn't contacted me.

You know, I hope you never catch him.

You said he was having a hard time in prison?

That's right. Meaning...?

He said bigger prisoners were taking his stuff.

Stuff?

Like, as in, the personal area on your body

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

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

In the joint, there's...

an appetite for guys who look like him.

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

be disrespectful,

but I've seen it happen in prison,

and it ain't cool.

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

he's going to have an even tougher time

when he goes back in, because every guard will know

he messed with one of their own.

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

Oliver would never hurt another person.

Despite what's been done to him.

Did he ever tell you he was sexually assaulted?

I could see the shame in his eyes.

Something had been taken from him.

He just wasn't the same person anymore.

These are McCann and Day's possessions.

Have at it.

I got it.

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

somebody to, like,

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

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

talking about discerning psychological traits

through personal possessions-- I got it.

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

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

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

Were you aware of this?

Yeah, he came in young and tender.

I didn't like his odds.

But a pretty boy like that...

what can we do about it?

Okay. So if he was assaulted in prison,

and let's assume repeatedly,

he's probably be suffering from some complex

post-traumatic stress disorder.

So this guy is a wild card.

How about McCann-- did he have a rep

of being a predator or another punk?

I don't know. He was only with us

for eight months, kept to himself.

Were they cellies? GUARD: No.

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

and then McCann was transferred to a different cell block.

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

JULIANNE: ATM hit on Dirk Ferris' bank card.

Five minutes ago, at a convenience store in Binghamton.

CHARLIE: Okay, have the store pull

the security video, and notify local PD.

Also have Ray and Shea meet us there.

Let's go.

Hey. Bring Dirk home, okay?

He's a friend of mine.

What the hell did you do?

He deserved it.

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

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

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

But the security guard around the corner,

he gave me the stink-eye.

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

We gotta be smart.

Unless you want to go back to prison, huh?

Is that what you want...

Is that what you want?

Of course not.

Good.

Good.

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

and for that I owe you.

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

right? Yeah.

Well, you'll never get it without me.

Flying under the radar,

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

Now I'll get us to the stash,

just like I said I would, but, uh,

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

All right. All right, let's go.

So much for them being nonviolent.

Either we find them or we find more bodies.

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

thought he heard a gunshot.

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

and then peel the hell out.

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

There's three shell casings on the ground

and one of them would have done the job.

SHEA: Two sets of footprints.

Looks like McCann and Day are still together.

That would indicate some kind of relationship.

A Siegfried and Roy type?

What do you mean, are those dudes gay?

No, probably something more unbalanced,

like maybe McCann's the daddy

and Day follows his orders, you know.

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

'cause after what he's been through in prison

he's capable of anything.

If Day's being turned out by McCann,

then why is he still running with him?

Victims of prolonged abuse sometimes become dependent

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

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

and the guy who worked in the kitchen

thought they both could help each other escape.

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

Hey, check this out.

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

Lloyd called it.

That doesn't earn him the steak, right?

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

two escaped felons killing a correctional officer

instead of being taken to prison by us.

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

Why would he leave his initials?

Who does he think he is, Zorro?

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

with a tattoo or a brand.

McCANN: There's three things you got to know

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

Number one is you got to look good.

All right, the customer's staring at you

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

Put your jacket on.

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

'Cause home invasion is a one-stop shop.

We get food, money, wheels--

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

Damn tie's stained.

Plus we can get you on a computer

so you can track down this Terry Miller.

All right. The second thing is

you got to be confident in your product, okay?

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

What are we selling? Doesn't matter.

Today it's vacuums.

Nobody wants to buy that thing.

They just need to open the door.

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

Head up to Alaska.

Get a fishing boat.

When I was a kid, I played baseball

on a traveling team.

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

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

taking me to tournaments.

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

catch a ball game in Florida.

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

Appearance, confidence-- that's two things.

What's the third thing?

This is the third thing.

Girlie mags?

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

So much for your gay theory, Shea.

Don't mean nothing.

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

come out gayer than a clambake.

JULIANNE: Uh, one odd thing though.

Columbus by Derek Haas.

A novel about an international assassin.

They both checked it out of the prison library,

multiple times.

Passing messages through the library card.

Find me something.

No mention of a jailbreak in the book.

But after what happened today in prison,

maybe he was looking for pointers

on how to defend himself.

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

Like?

You know those tuna packets

they sell in the commissary?

At nighttime, you take that stuff,

you smear it all over your body, okay?

Then you don't shower for three months.

The smell would make an attacker throw up instantly.

And you also have to sit alone at chow

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

"Hey. Hey.

"Hey. What? I'll kill you.

"Shut up.

Uh..."

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

Those two elements combined, I had a shield of protection

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

Star Wars.

My homegirl.

(phone ringing)

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

to slip messages.

They used code within the book.

Look.

Some of these letters have dots underneath them.

CHARLIE: How long to crack it?

Depends on how sophisticated the cipher is.

Maybe an hour.

Maybe a year.

Well, shoot for the first one.

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

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

Shea and I will meet them there.

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

It might tell us what these clowns are planning.

Well, it is going to be unbelievably difficult,

but I will do it for you, Charlie.

I'll do it for you...

(mouthing)

SHEA: What a dick. Mmm.

CHARLIE: Daniels, let's go.

Preacher's car is still out back.

They left on foot.

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

I've been meaning to tell you that.

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

Erica, you know that, right?

I figured it was worth a shot.

(sighs)

They're trying on ties.

Trying to smell nice.

They wanted to look presentable for someone.

McCann was busted multiple times for posing as a salesman,

robbing people in their homes. Yeah?

Can I see your notes again? You got it.

Okay. The manager said

that the maid's closet was also broken into

and a vacuum was stolen.

They're selling vacuums door-to-door.

They're on foot carrying a vacuum cleaner.

Where's your closet subdivision?

(doorbell ringing)

MAN: Who is it?

Sir, my name is John White,

and I'm going door-to-door today

selling what is arguably the finest upright vacuum

on the market today. Not interested.

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

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

you simply cannot live without.

I said I'm not interested!

Well, now, hear me out.

This baby has 500 suction units.

(door unlocking)

Get the hell off my property

before I call the cops. Too late.

(glass shattering) MAN: Hey.

(man yelling)

I thought this was going to be Smithy code easy

and it's turning out to be Dorabella difficult.

Either McCann or Day is really intelligent.

It's Day-- he was in

all A.P. classes.

4.2 weighted G.P.A.

Had academic scholarships to half a dozen colleges.

He shouldn't have stolen that car.

McCann is just as sad.

A perfectly adjusted 13-year-old,

a drunk driver takes out his parents

and then his whole life trajectory changes.

And then you see photos of these guys

after a few years in prison.

That is because prison is awful.

That's why I want that steak dinner.

That's also why, even though Ray and Charlie

crap all over me,

this isn't that bad of a situation for me

because every time I taste real coffee

or I smell some perfume,

or I look out that window and see the water,

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

I should try that some time.

Deprive myself of things so I appreciate them more.

Just as an experiment.

I got 25 years.

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

I'm sorry.

I guess sometimes I forget

where you go when you're not here.

Struck out. Anything?

No one's seen nothing.

ERICA: Got it.

Lady across the street

said a guy came to her door

in a suit holding a vacuum.

She pretended not to be home.

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

Okay, so if he hit that house

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

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

Pots are broken.

Looks like somebody was in a hurry to get inside.

Shoe prints.

Stand back.

(radio playing softly)

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

and see how your behind feels on our selection

of sofas, love seats and recliners.

We also have a wide selection of affordably priced futons.

And this weekend, all merchandise is 30% off.

MAN 2: 30% off?

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

Okay, thanks, Jules.

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

He put up a hell of a fight

for an 85-year-old. Yeah.

SHEA: Check it out.

I found this near the old dude's bed.

They got up to two handguns and six clips.

What?

You happy now?

I didn't take the damn things.

McCann and Day didn't make off

with any cash though.

They were digging for quarters here.

It's like amateur hour with these two dopes.

Amateurs that have already killed two people.

One of them did a search on the computer.

The search history was cleared.

Okay, call Julianne and have her contact electronic surveillance.

They can ping that computer remotely

and clone everything inside of it.

Son of a bitch. What?

This man was a marine.

He served in Okinawa.

I want to catch these bastards now.

McCANN: Unbelievable.

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

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

The idea is to keep moving, all right?

Not make pit stops and be seen.

And not to beat to death old men

because they talk back.

For shit's sake.

(tires squealing)

You need a tissue, baby doll? Huh?

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

You're a hot mess.

I sure as hell ain't gonna let that mess

spill onto me. I got plans.

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

Okay?

I played ball, I went to church,

I had food on my plate

and I'm going back to that place

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

and sleep with one eye open.

But I ain't getting anywhere without that money.

So you better get it together

and deliver what you promised!

Then I go south and I get my life back.

I'll get us the money.

(engine clunking)

Ah, what the hell?

What the hell? What...

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

Son of a bitch!

All right, get out.

Next town's about a mile or so.

We're walking.

(birds squawking)

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

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

I don't know where it is.

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

No. Because I'm a...

a data tracker, not a computer hacker.

Well, then, try control, alt, delete.

Look, you're the expert, not me.

Goal!

Uh, that's for a touchdown.

Touchdown!

I cracked this bitch!

Look here. In my cryptanalysis,

I made the assumption that the plain text

was encrypted into ciphertext via a constant,

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

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

with the Marshals' cyber geeks all afternoon.

It's... Sorry, Gary.

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

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

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

of your, uh, assertiveness there.

That is... that is really impressive.

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

Well done.

Two, it says, "The house."

They are making reference to a house. House?

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Charlie, we got a location.

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

Why we stopping here for?

'Cause either our boys got lucky,

and when their car died, someone passed them

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

Or they hoofed it in to civilization.

All right. Split up. Everyone take a store.

Yo.

For the record, what she said was obvious.

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

The delicious, perfectly seasoned,

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

(bell jingling)

Afternoon.

Charlie DuChamp, U.S. Marshals.

I'm looking for these two men.

Have you seen them?

No.

Well, they're looking to steal a ride.

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

I walk to work.

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

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

How about...

I leave you my number,

and if you happen to see anything,

then just give me a call.

Take care.

Come on. They're in the pharmacy.

You two cover the back.

With what, my good looks?

I'll do it.

Thanks for the help, Shea.

(bell jingling)

McCANN: Okay, he left.

All right, open the register.

Come on.

(keys jangling)

(car door shuts, engine starts)

McCANN: Move.

Let's go. Let's go.

(cash register dinging, drawer opens)

* Deck the halls with boughs of holly *

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

(gunfire)

(groans)

CHARLIE: My heart!

(groaning)

(Charlie groaning)

Charlie!

(yells) Charlie!

ZANCANELLI: Charlie, you okay?

(panting)

Let's go.

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

Move it!

All right.

Get him in the car.

McCANN: Keys.

Give me your keys!

(tires squealing)

They took the keys.

Couldn't get a plate.

I'll call it in.

Okay. Okay. So...

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

'Cause, right here, it says,

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

We just need to know where the damn house is.

You know?

Okay. That was the Marshals' geek squad.

They found a search

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

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

Yeah.

Except there are 4,500 Terry Millers

in the United States.

Pharmacist's car was a newer model--

2005 or better.

Can you narrow it down at all?

Next time, I'll try to get

a better look when I'm getting shot.

(scoffs) It was a white

mid-size SUV, okay?

Give us a minute.

Believe this guy?

You need to relax. Relax?

We lost the runners and gained a hostage.

Why the hell should I relax, Ray?

Because your pump is going to explode.

Three inches higher,

and that bullet hits a major artery in your thigh

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

It just grazed me, Ray.

And these heart episodes are rare, okay?

I'm fine. Just mind your business.

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

This is my business. Keep your mouth shut.

You want everybody to hear?

Just do your job or find yourself another one.

EMT said to use this and go home.

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

OFFICER: I just got a call.

Pharmacist and his car were found

dumped behind a big box store.

Pharmacist was tied up, but he's fine.

Big box means big parking lot.

They switched up their rides.

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

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

More needle-in-a-haystack bullshit.

(cell phone rings)

Hey, Jules.

McCann and Day were using the computer

to search the name Terry Miller.

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

just 15 miles from where you are now.

He's done time for drug possession.

Maybe he and our runners crossed paths in the system.

Lloyd cracked the code,

and there is constant reference to a house.

That could be the house.

All right. Thanks, Jules.

What do you got?

The needle.

You ready?

Yeah.

(dog barking)

Terry Miller.

Damn it, I hate dogs.

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

I said I hate them. Big ones bite.

(knocks on door)

Terry Miller, U.S. Marshals.

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

Put the dog away.

TERRY: Why? What's going on?

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

He could be looking for a weapon.

(door slams)

Somebody split out the back.

Ready? Yep.

U.S. Marshals.

(barking)

Get your hand out of that jar!

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

Get that dog back!

Marley, chill the hell out, man.

I will shoot you, Marley.

Get your hand out of the jar!

(groans)

Think I just earned a steak dinner.

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

to three. If you don't release

whatever weapon you got in that jar,

I will kill this dog. One.

Two. (cell phone rings)

Yeah.

JULIANNE: Um, Ray?

I kind of made a mistake.

What kind of mistake, Julianne?

I gave you the wrong Terry Miller.

Seriously?

JULIANNE: Listen.

Lloyd finished the code,

and "the house" stands for Kellen Stackhouse,

Day's former cellie in prison.

Had a rep as a sexual predator.

ZANCANELLI: Get to the point, Julianne.

The Terry Miller you want

was Stackhouse's prison pen pal.

Now they're engaged.

They live together 20 miles south of there.

Uh, sorry for the confusion.

Hope I haven't caused any problems.

This here was a big mistake.

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

You could have been killed.

Weed? I was scared.

On behalf of the United States Marshals we, uh,

we apologize for any inconvenience

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

enjoy your marijuana as if we were never here.

You're not going to have any problems.

(dog barking)

Dude had wheels.

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

What?

Yeah.

It's me.

DAY: Imagine how hurt I was

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

My invitation must've gotten lost in the mail.

Hmm?

The boys inside couldn't believe it.

The House found some sweet, forgiving

Christian woman to take him in.

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

(rustling and clattering in other room)

So on your wedding night, you gonna hold

your bride down by the back of her neck?

You tell the ushers to bring cigarettes

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

What?

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

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

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

Listen, Day,

you don't want to do this.

This isn't you.

This isn't me?

You made me.

And this is all I am now.

Get that thing away from me!

This is for your protection.

This is to make people know

that you belong to me!

McCANN: Hey.

I can't find it anywhere.

Just keep looking.

There's no place else to look!

All right, I emptied every drawer, closet.

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

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

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

Shut up! Look, we want the money.

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

We keep around a grand.

It's under the TV in the bedroom.

Just... just take it.

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

All right?

We know, we know that your little, uh,

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

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

The hundred grand! What?

She's a lab technician.

STACKHOUSE: She inherited this house.

We got no money here, all right?!

I swear!

You lied to me?

There was never any Alaska for you, was there?

There was no fishing boat. This was all just about

getting revenge on Stackhouse.

You lied so I'd help you escape.

Well, I had a place to go back to.

You're going to shoot me, shoot me.

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

(hot metal sizzling on skin)

(screaming)

(tires squeal)

Ray, you take the back.

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

(Stackhouse screaming)

(sizzling)

Hey, don't you pass out on me!

We're just getting started.

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

(muffled): Do you have...

Do you have any idea how bad you screwed me?

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

(door opens)

(door slams shut)

CHARLIE: You move, you die.

(McCann groans)

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

(handcuffs clicking) Any hostages in there? Huh?

(door opens) Gun!

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

You gotta help me, man. Shut up!

Take it easy. All right?

Take it easy.

Shea, put McCann in the car.

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

Got him.

You shoot, I will shoot.

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

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

ZANCANELLI: Charlie, I got a shot.

CHARLIE: Not yet, Ray.

We know what you went through on the inside,

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

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

Yes, it is! My first night in prison,

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

He traded me for smokes, for food

for five and a half years,

every single day.

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

What? Now he gets to live happily ever after,

after he turned me into an animal?

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

but if you pull that trigger,

then it's on you.

ERICA: Car! Terry!

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

Kellen? Shea, grab her. Hold her back.

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

This man is not who you think he is.

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

When I got to prison,

he preyed on me,

tortured me emotionally,

sexually...

I was 18 years old.

I just wanted to take a car for a joyride.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

(indistinct radio transmission)

This belongs to you?

No.

That never belonged to me.

(engine starts)

It's not true, honey.

LLOYD: Nice.

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

What makes you think you're gettin' it?

I cracked the code that cracked the case.

So soon I will be cracking lobster tails

as I enjoy my surf and turf.

Back it up, Professor. Anyone can sit

in a warm office all day and read books.

I jumped off the Dumpster like Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka

and tackled a dude today.

He was a pothead.

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

Guy was baked. Lloyd could have taken him down.

See, that was uncalled for. What?

What pothead?

The pothead house you sent us to.

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

All right, Charlie should get this.

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

But I did promise it to a con,

and when I asked for backup at the pharmacy,

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

Thanks, Ray.

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

ERICA: No.

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

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

I actually read that on the back of a tea bag

about ten years ago, and it stuck.

You're a vegetarian?

Yeah.

Oh, damn. Just...

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

Suck it.

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

back to the joint.

That ain't right.

She ripped it twice, man.

Hey. Um...

I can run the animals back to Maybelle

if you want to go home and rest.

You know, Day just wanted to be 18 again,

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

The cons just would like to have a meal

at a restaurant,

like they used to.

And you don't admit it,

but you wish you had your family back.

I wish my heart worked

like it did back when I was a kid.

McCann just wanted to go back

to when his parents were alive and life was good.

But you know what the truth is, Ray?

There ain't no going back, man.

Ain't no going back.

(barks)