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You know damn well who did this.

Yeah. Bummer.

Now clean it up.

You just can't let those bastards do this to you.

Yeah, well, there's three of them and one of me.

Yeah, well, you go in hard, you surprise them, huh?

You could take these humps!

You make the first move,

and once you do, you draw 'em in,

I use this.

You really gonna back me up?

You'd do the same for me, huh?

MAN (over P.A.): Last call for P.M. school.

Last call for P.M. school.

The commissary will be closing in ten minutes.

I got your back.

(man grunts)

(inmates clamoring)

(grunting)

GUARD: Lock it down! Lock it down!

(grunting)

GUARD: Backup! Someone call for backup!

(alarm ringing, inmates clamoring)

Lock it down! Lock it down!

Andre! (grunts)

(inmates clamoring)

(alarm continues ringing)

Andre! Andre!

(grunts in pain)

You bastard!

(metallic squeaking, clank)

Let's go, let's go.

"Snitch" is with a "T," by the way.

GUARD (over P.A.): Convicts, on the ground!

Hands in the air!

Convicts, on the ground!

Hands in the air!

If that door ain't open in two seconds,

you're on your own. Let's go. Let's go.

ANDRE: You sure you brought everything?

(alarm continues ringing)

Come on. Move your ass!

This... this better hold.

(alarm continues ringing)

(tires squealing)

Baby, I am so proud of you.

(scoffs) Helping out the U.S. Marshals,

not in a million years did I think...

Hey, you're getting out early because of it.

That's all I care about.

No, you're right.

You're right.

So, the people you're working with, they're nice?

I guess they're all right, for cops.

Any the other informants?

Hey, hey, hey, I ain't no informant.

Baby, I didn't mean it like that.

I haven't given them dick on anyone I used to run with.

They just bounce stuff off me, that's all.

Shea, you're the same man that I've always known.

Nothing has changed.

If anything, I love you more now,

because you're doing what's right by us.

Baby, when we're together again,

we're gonna be free and clear-- no more running.

We can't go back to that.

(sighs)

Hey, you smell good.

I wish we could be alone.

You don't even want to know what you go through

to get into one of them conjugal trailers.

No way I'm having any C.O. take a rubber glove to you.

GUARD: Daniels, no excessive contact!

Daniels!

I want you, baby.

Let me figure something out.

My man.

GUARD: Daniels, transpo van is here.

Andre Brennan.

Escaped while his cellie basically started a riot.

Started it as a distraction?

We'll never know.

His cellie's dead. How'd he escape?

They don't know. Warden's doing an investigation.

Well, he was in for tax evasion,

but has been a suspected associate of the Bad Elvises.

Anyone?

A ring of international jewelry thieves.

Never caught. Correct.

They're known for sophisticated methods,

advanced materials, coded communications,

and they are violent.

Jewelry store in Brussels two years ago-- heist gone wrong.

Security guards never stood a chance.

Interpol never pinned it on him,

but we know he was the mastermind.

Wait, can we go back?

Bad Elvises-- could they do no better for a name?

They were given the name

by the press after a heist

where they all wore ridiculous pompadour wigs.

That's no excuse. Now Breakout Kings,

that's a name that got ring to it.

"Breakout Kings"? Is that what they're calling us? I love it.

We're not called Breakout Kings. Why not?

'Cause we're not breaking out of anything.

You know what? Don't worry about it.

Hello, blue eyes. Come to mama.

He's got a Park Avenue address, a boat,

a Bentley Flyer! Whoa!

He was living the high life.

Must've been thieving for a long time

before they caught him.

You guys want alone time with the files or you

ready to do some work?

I don't know, Ray. Have you seen the folder

on this guy's conjugal visitors? It's amazing.

Shea, would I be correct, in referring

to this gentleman as a playa with mad game, yo?

Yeah, back in the '80s.

Check this out.

This just came from the warden's office.

A tip of a copied key

found inside the lock in the visitors' area.

What the hell's that made out of?

Plastic. Melted-down toothbrush, most likely.

SHEA: He got that copy from somebody.

I'd be talking to trustees and guards, see who knew him.

Take a trip to the prison.

Charlie. Yeah.

Uh, think we could talk

about me getting some alone time with my girl?

Anything else you need?

Candlelight, bubble bath?

Come on, man, I'm just looking for a little time.

You are getting time, Shea. Time off your sentence.

Other than that, you get nothing.

Do your job.

Jules, on our way there, run every trustee.

I want to see anybody that's had contact with him.

Also pull his visitation log.

Andre's up to something. I want to know what.

That's some bad luck, huh?

The key breaks off in the lock,

we would've never looked into you.

Lots of trustees like me are around keys, boss.

Hate to break it to you,

but you're gonna have to keep looking.

How many trustees have wives

that make nine dollars an hour folding laundry

and go out and buy a brand-new Escalade, cash?

She got taken on

the upholstery and leather insurance.

You never get that.

I told her two days ago to sit

on the money for a year, and she goes out

and buys an Escalade?! Now, Fuente,

why don't you just tell us everything you know.

Then we won't have to go after your wife

for aiding and abetting,

and as a conspirator in the escape.

I'll kill her. I'm seriously gonna kill her.

(speaks Spanish)

Now!

Andre gave me 25 grand to make a copy of a key.

Come on. The rig cost more than 25K.

I told Andre I needed another week,

and he just about blew a gasket.

He said he needed to be out by this morning,

and he'd double my price.

Why the hurry? I don't know.

His wheels were always turning, you know?

Where is he headed?

Where is he going?

Probably female-related. You should have saw

some of the tomatoes that were coming to visit him.

It was like a Victoria's Secret catalog.

I mean, I'd say, "Andre, who's that knockout?"

I don't know how he did it.

ERICA: He is well-endowed.

I guarantee it.

JULIANNE: How can you tell?

I mean, I-I don't, I don't care.

It's just, you know, you said that...

Ray. Yes!

I'm here.

He's confident, yet calm.

He doesn't need to resort to all the nonsense

guys do that need to compensate.

He knows what he's got.

Look at that expression. It's, like, "Whatever.

"I don't need to make a big deal out of it.

You know why? Hmm? Because I'm packing."

All that from a mug shot. Yes.

Not because you haven't had

a conjugal in three years

and maybe you're starting to hallucinate a little?

Maybe a little.

I thought it was not the size of the liner,

but the motion of the ocean.

Who told you that, Lloyd?

And please,

don't say your mother.

I read an article in Psychology Today.

Uh-huh.

Will do. Right away.

Andre paid a lot of money to be out today.

So Charlie and Ray want us

looking into anything time-sensitive

and who were his most recent female contacts.

Kate Lavin.

Andre is a man who lives

for instant gratification,

his vanity, his trappings of wealth.

His self-satisfaction derived

from theorized physical attributes.

He's a walking id. And he clearly

suffers from Persistent Ego Aggrandizing disorder.

So, his first order of business

getting out of jail will follow that suit.

Meaning what?

He needs to get laid. Correct.

And of all his lady callers, Kate visited him

the most in jail, including one conjugal.

Of course I know Andre.

Obviously, you know that or you wouldn't be here.

How'd you meet?

He used to date a friend of mine.

He took her on trips around the world.

They lived like royalty.

Then she moved to Seattle,

and then Andre asked me out for sushi...

and I fell under his spell, I suppose.

You know about his criminal background?

Oh, the jewelry thing?

Yeah, I heard the rumors.

CHARLIE: Heard the rumors, huh?

But if you're asking me

if I personally witnessed him stealing valuables,

the answer's no.

We just had a good time.

You visited him

three times in prison. What was that about?

Well, I felt sorry for him.

Plus, I'd never had a conjugal visit in prison,

so I thought I'd check that off my list.

Look, honey, we're not here

to listen to your sexual shenanigans, okay?

You can save that for your girlfriends

over an apple martini.

This guy just escaped from prison.

We want to know where the hell he is and what he's up to.

Unless you're helping him evade arrest.

No. No, I'm-I'm not. Good.

Then give us something we can use.

(sighs)

A month ago, Andre asked me to wait for him,

and run away to New Mexico.

His uncle has a spread out there, apparently.

But I felt it was all a bit desperate, so I declined.

That's the last time I saw him.

That's the truth.

Nice luggage.

Going somewhere?

Just returned.

I'm seeing someone else now.

Right.

KATE: Good luck.

In case he asks you out to sushi again.

Thanks.

Anything on New Mexico? His uncle?

Still looking. The uncle must be

his mother's brother.

So Kate was just one of his lovers? CHARLIE: Apparently.

Why do you have that dazed look on your face? LLOYD: She's "mungry."

Man Hungry.

All right, well, snap out of it.

Hey, real quick. (clears throat)

Did this Kate happen to make any comments

about Andre's...

(whistles)

(phone rings) His what? Fugitive Task Force.

LLOYD: Never mind.

Charlie, it's Director Knox.

Yo, Damani.

What's up, brother?

Yeah, you know, scheming and dreaming.

Listen, do you still have access to those uniforms?

I need a favor.

Yes, sir. We're working this case from every angle,

but what we know is that Andre needed to get out today.

Well, that indicates that

he's after one hell of a score.

Uh, yes.

We're in agreement.

Yes, I'm aware

that he has a history of armed robbery, as well.

Yes, correct.

We're on it, sir.

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

All right, listen up.

I just got my ass handed to me by Knox.

I'm in there spinning a web

of bullshit, and we've come up with nothing--

a plastic key, a conjugal.

This guy's got a score lined up, and he's killed people before

to pull these things off, so if we want

to catch Andre, then we got to figure out

what he's up to next.

Now... what do you got?

(clears throat) Okay, I'm still not getting the New Mexico of it all.

Okay, this guy clearly had a lot of waivers in prison.

He had nail buffers,

soft shoes, skin tonics.

He's a four-star hotel kind of guy.

Why an uncle's farm in New Mexico?

Especially since his only uncle died eight months ago.

Never even owned a farm.

Here's the death certificate.

ERICA Andre was lying to her?

ZANCANELLI: Why, if she was just a piece of ass?

She was lying to us.

I knew that chick was bad news.

Fellas.

Really good to see you, Andre.

We weren't, uh, expecting you back so soon.

Tell me you've figured out

what we're doing about these marshals.

(phone ringing) One moment.

My love.

What's going on?

All will be made clear, I promise. Just be ready.

For what?

For us to be together forever.

Andre, how?

You're a fugitive now.

Just be ready. I have to take care of a few things first.

I'll call you back.

I love you.

Just please believe in me.

Andre, here's the deal.

There's too much heat from your breakout.

If we're gonna do this job, you need

to disappear and wait to hear from us.

That's just the way

it's got to be.

Well, I have two questions.

Number one, is everything on schedule?

It's under control.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Second question...

Holy shit!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Who's in charge?

You are.

That's what I thought.

I knew it. Her bags are gone. She snowed us.

CHARLIE: All right, Erica and I will keep an eye on the street.

See what you can get in there.

Copy that. Chick lived like a monk.

There's nothing about this nightie

that indicates monastic celibacy.

Give it to me.

SHEA: Feels better with booty inside.

LLOYD: Oh, yeah, totally.

Will you put that damn thing down?

This is why we all need conjugal time, Ray.

At a certain point, you can't think about anything else.

Can't you talk to Charlie? You guys are unbelievable.

You get a chance to get out early,

and that's still not good enough?

Okay, here we go.

I haven't smoked a Cohiba since I ran my corner of Miami.

These are not for blunts, Homeslice.

These are a gentleman's cigar.

You're gonna tell me?

Dude, when I was rolling, I used to hand these out to my crew

like Chiclets.

She seems like the kind of girl that smokes cigars. Pretentious.

Or she's got an oral fixation.

Oh, well, that's a perfectly pedestrian assessment, Shea.

Like Freud stated so simply--

sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

(inhaling deeply)

And this is not a cigar. This is a turd.

Those cigars were sent over this morning.

Yeah, well, they overpaid.

Maybe it's not about the cigars.

One of the traits of the Bad Elvises

was coded communication, if I'm not mistaken.

Sometimes a box is just a box, Ray.

It's a drop box.

Page out of the CIA manual.

Hotel Deveaux.

More of this, less of this.

Now move your ass.

SHEA: We're finally going to Manhattan, baby.

Hey, little twerp with the French accent says

he hasn't seen Andre or Kate,

and neither has registered for a room in their name.

Might be time to break out a little Espanol.

How much money you got?

You mean, how much am I willing to give you?

Same thing. 40 bucks.

All right, get Erica and lock down the lobby.

(speaking Spanish)

Sorry, I don't speak Spanish.

All right, my bad. I'm from Philly.

Got it, got it. Listen.

Have you seen this guy around here?

Oh, yeah.

You don't forget a man like that.

Very handsome, very... charismatic.

I don't even know how to describe it.

You just can't take your eyes off him.

So I hear. Where's he staying?

Presidential Suite.

You ready for a quick Spanish lesson? Sure.

(speaking Spanish)

I need a big favor.

Ballin'.

This is the kind of suite I used to stay in.

Oh, 1998 Domaine Ruisseau Des Pres.

Whatever that means.

It means it's a $1,500 bottle of champagne, Charles.

More of a Cristal man, myself.

Yeah, I've seen the Poof Daddy videos.

You know, Erica, with her genital endowment ramblings--

Andre just buys his women like so much merchandise.

That's how he became such a prolific panty-dropper.

Okay? Oniomania.

Greek for oneomai, meaning "to buy."

It's an impulse control disorder.

It's a sub-symptom of immediate gratification

wherein Andre gets high from vicious cycles of spending.

And he spends 'cause he's a walking id,

and he steals 'cause he can't not spend.

He's incapable of laying low,

which is good news for us.

Um, there is a dead man on the floor.

I bet Andre killed him. No shit.

Ray, I'm gonna need you and Erica to go check out a car.

Ray!

These are safecracking tools.

Andre and his boys are planning a job-- soon.

KATE: This is great.

We should just tie some tin cans onto the bumper

and bring a little more attention to ourselves.

What do they know, hmm?

That we're planning to do a job?

It's a big city, Kate.

We're fine. (sighs)

Anyone want to bail,

now's the time to do so, but your cut will be

exactly zero percent, which I'll assume

would be my share had I not returned.

MAN: You kidding? I've been waiting my whole life

for a score this big. (phone rings)

(phone beeps)

What's her name?

You don't know her.

Hmm.

Let me guess.

She's young and pretty and naive,

and believes everything you tell her.

I'm sorry, Kate.

I thought I'd said it enough times, but apparently I haven't:

Get your damn head in the game.

This is the last job.

I'm done after this.

Agreed.

This isn't some smash-and-grab outfit.

These guys are looking to take out some high tech alarms.

Yeah, okay.

I'll wait for you to get here.

Erica, come here.

Stand in front of me, act like you're talking to me.

Do it! What do you want me to talk about?

Anything. Just do it.

Shea said he mentioned to you how it wouldn't hurt

if we got a little conjugal time. Mm-hmm.

I just really think it would help clear everyone's head.

I know it would mine.

Damn, you are mungry.

I'm "mamished."

Take it up with Charlie.

I'd rather take it up with you.

I got him.

He made us.

(tires squealing)

Jules, put an alarm out on a black SUV

heading up Eighth Ave with limo tints.

I only got half the plate.

Son of a bitch!

JULIANNE: DOA was Douglas Acadia.

No priors. Unmarried.

You cross match him with Andre?

Yes, and Kate Lavin. No connections.

Contact Major Case Squad at NYPD.

Have them send over the M.O. files on the Bad Elvises. Already did.

Clerk I spoke with said they would sent it over as soon as

they got approval from their sergeant.

Call Bill Clark there, tell him that Ray Zancanelli said

to send it over already. ERICA: If Kate was a Bad Elvis,

then maybe some of his other conjugals

were hooked up? Find out.

I want to know everything about every woman

who went to go see him in prison.

(phone ringing)

Fugitive Task Force.

May I ask who's calling?

JULIANNE: Uh, hold one second.

Charlie?

Yeah.

Andre Brennan for you.

What does his voice sound like?

Crème de menthe.

Charlie DuChamp.

Andre Brennan.

Good to meet you.

We'll meet in person soon.

I'd love that.

Especially if it was to work out a deal.

What are you offering?

My cohorts. I'll assume

you'll know what I'm talking about.

Yeah, minus a dead guy we found in the suite.

How many does that leave?

Three others. Not to sound too trite,

but, uh, I'm ready for a change

that doesn't involve incarceration,

or being a fugitive.

Okay. Where can we meet?

No, no, no, no. See, I'd need the deal up front.

I walk for my testimony. Witness Protection.

Look, I'm not

with the D.A.'s Office. I catch fugitives, Andre, but

once you're in our custody, I promise you

I can introduce you to a very helpful...

I don't like hanging up on people abruptly,

so I'm telling you right now that I'm hanging up.

Some girls may find that act charming.

I want to knock this guy's teeth out.

I need Andre's location, Jules. Have they started the back trace yet?

Yeah. Well, then, what's taking this long?

They know the call was terminated from your office line.

Why can't they just isolate it?

It's not that easy,

because there are several phone outlets in the office,

and then they're rerouted through headquarters.

So what's the ETA that they gave you? Minutes.

How many? Five to ten.

But that was five minutes ago, so five.

Already have one dead body on our hands.

I'd prefer not to have another.

I am completely with you on that.

Who are you on the line with, a tech or a supervisor?

'Cause if it's a tech,

then I'm gonna want you to put me on the line

with the ESU Chief Inspector himself.

Charlie, can you please relax? I can do my job. Right.

You know, that Andre guy-- he's such a smug bastard.

He thinks he's gonna call me

at my office and run game on me?

I'll see what song he's singing when I slap

the bracelets on his ass.

Okay. Thank you very much.

All right, he called from a pay phone

at Mercer and Grand. Okay.

Have Lloyd meet me at the car.

Yeah, this guy's real slick.

Calls us from a pay phone? Doesn't expect us to trace it?

Come on, man. Hey, can we get, like, traffic photos

or some kind of satellite imagery?

Some kind of technology?

Just stick to head-shrinking, Lloyd.

Leave the electronic surveillance to the ESU.

I'm just saying.

Maybe he was picking up more cigars?

He wouldn't call us from a traceable phone

right outside of one of his hangouts.

He's not that stupid. Trust me.

Lloyd, when you, a known problem gambler,

were finally apprehended, Yeah?

where did we find you?

A casino. Exactly.

All right.

CHARLIE: This is Andre's stash.

The Bad Elvises communicate through cigar boxes.

We're looking for the box with the skunk cigars.

Get to it.

(sniffing) Not this one.

It's silky smooth. (clears throat)

(sniffing)

Oh, my God, yes, you are full-bodied.

And how about you?

(sniffing)

No, you are way too earthy to be a dud, aren't you?

Yeah, you got, you got a bit of cedar in you,

don't you, you little scamp? Lloyd.

How about...?

Okay, Grandpa slippers right here.

"Friday at 9:00."

Three hours. We got three hours to figure this thing out.

Do you recognize that?

It's modern expressionism.

The subject matter can range from celestial to bestial

to excretional.

Okay, I'm going to close my eyes and count to five.

Hmm? Maybe that

lovely cedar-smelling cigar fell on the ground,

and you could find it and put it back in the box?

One... two...

three, four...

(sniffs, sighs) ...five.

Wow. Look at that.

Yeah, it's weird.

Let's go, convict.

ZANCANELLI: It's an alligator eating a bird.

Looks like floating puke to me.

CHARLIE: All right, Jules, thanks.

Yeah, as soon as they can. Yup.

She sent an image of the painting

over to the Major Case Squad.

They're trying to find somebody to I.D. it.

Or we could hit up the gallery party scene

in the meatpacking district.

Someone might recognize it. Yeah.

Maybe Andre will be there, so you can throw yourself at him.

(laughs weakly)

Withdrawn. Here's what we need to do you guys, okay?

We need to just close our eyes like this and imagine

what the picture could be,

because Josef Albers, a very famous abstract painter--

he said, "You only see truth through closed eyes."

I think he was right.

Does anybody else have their eyes closed right now?

No.

There's one more of Andre's girls we should be talking to.

Heather Storrow.

Says here she visited Andre three times in prison,

but didn't stay for the conjugal.

Then why would she concern us?

All that schooling, and the Chairman

of Psychiatry doesn't know jack about women.

Maybe all of these women are Bad Elvises,

maybe none of them are, and maybe

Andre and lovely little Heather were a couple on the outside.

Okay, now I'm following you. The Madonna/whore of it all.

Wherein a man courts a woman with the qualities

of his mother, hoping to fulfill

unmet intimacy needs from childhood.

But then soon, that woman is viewed as a mother--

a Madonna figure-- and thus, is not

sexually attractive.

Hey, Shell? Shelly, I feel like we ordered that pizza,

like, 30 minutes ago. Thanks.

So this guy reserves his sexuality

for these dirty women, AKA whores,

and is thus in the quandary of not being able

to love a woman who satisfies him sexually, and

not being able to sexually satisfy a woman who he loves.

Roughly.

ZANCANELLI: Been there.

SHEA: Okay, so then, boom,

this Heather chick is his Madonna.

I mean, all the more reason he would spare her

the humiliation of the latex glove treatment

from a state employee.

Look, she lives, like,

two minutes away. It's worth a shot.

Shea might be onto something. I'll call her in.

Bring me up a couple of slices.

Yeah, I'll come with.

Seriously, interviews--

ten years experience; you: zero.

What the hell, man.

It was my idea.

I'm just trying to help you out, brah.

I mean, you want me in the game, right, Charlie?

Go.

Heather, right? Yes.

Ray Zancanelli.

You know what, man? You can go ahead and start.

I'll just, um... I'll just listen in.

This way.

Oh, damn.

I left the file downstairs.

Be right back.

(moaning)

Oh, baby, you're so bad.

Shea Daniels, baby.

Oh, yeah!

CHARLIE: Do a search for famous shipwreck paintings.

It's called "Storm on the Sea" by Mauro

Iacobelli.

It's a painting at the Geller Museum in Midtown.

Let's go.

35 seconds.

Mark.

Light sensors. Clear.

Heat detectors disabled.

Check the vault keypad.

Got it.

I loved Andre before

I knew he was... a criminal, I guess.

When he got arrested, my world got turned upside down.

So your visits to the prison...?

Was to make sure I didn't love him anymore.

He is not a bad man.

I mean, not paying your taxes doesn't make you a monster.

You're right.

But what if I told you he was a suspect in a murder?

No.

I'm afraid so.

Tapping into their system.

You're all set.

Bar secure.

Decoupling the magnets.

(whirring)

What the hell's going on? I had to take the stairs.

Yo, the damn thing got stuck, man.

Listen, there's two things I don't like, Charlie-- snakes

and claustrophobic places.

Hey, man, get that joint fixed, man,

or you got nothing coming from me.

Or I got nothing coming? Bismarck Jewelry Collection.

It arrived from Germany yesterday,

and it's at the Geller Museum.

Okay, I'll go get Ray.

Get the others downstairs.

Didn't even get a chance to get that file downstairs.

Fly's open.

(zipping)

I miss my girl, okay?

(voice breaking): I can't believe it.

That's not the man I know.

All I can say is, you're better off.

This guy's bad news.

I know.

(sniffles)

Well, now I do, anyway.

Ray, it's a wrap. We figured out the thing.

Well, thank you for coming in.

You can let yourself out, but don't beat yourself up.

You deserve better than that scumbag.

(alarm blaring)

It's about the Bismarck Collection.

Put your guns away. It's only the primary alarm.

We've already confirmed there's been no security breach.

I'm telling you, the jewels. I don't think so. Look.

Security has been with it round the clock since it landed.

CHARLIE: What the hell?

Magnetic fields intact.

We're good to go.

We're in.

We have a sophisticated alarm system.

It's obviously working well.

All it took was the primary alarm to scare them off.

(siren blaring outside) What really happened?

It was preprogrammed. The alarm could have been set months ago.

All right, so let me get this straight.

They set off the primary alarm system.

They do it on purpose, and they don't rob the place.

This entire thing was a diversion.

Half the cops in Manhattan are distracted right now.

Jules, I want information on every alarm

that went off in the city tonight.

JULIANNE: Looking.

Okay, Erickson Menswear in Little Tokyo.

ABC Liquor on Bleecker Street.

High-end places, Jules.

Here we go: Schulman and Sons Diamond Wholesalers.

It's on 47th Street.

(sirens blaring)

(indistinct radio communication)

They got into everything.

How much did they get?

Between nine and ten million.

That's just from the vault.

For what I paid for that system, when it goes off,

you should have been here in minutes.

Whoever you were expecting,

I'm guessing they were at the Geller.

Oh, I could care less about the Geller.

All right, pal, you said what you had to say-- we get it.

They targeted something else over here.

What's, uh... What's missing from this case?

A pearl necklace.

Not worth much compared to the diamonds in there.

These guys are so bad-ass,

they got more than they can carry.

Leaving behind diamonds.

Hell of a score, man. Hell of a score.

Glad you're impressed.

Who is this guy?

Shall I reiterate my walking id theory?

Andre will not, in fact, be skipping town alone.

He'll be taking a girl with him

for whom he can buy things and impress.

And in this case, one who likes pearls.

Oh, man.

CHARLIE: What?

ZANCANELLI: Heather.

He's a murderer and a thief,

and he's going to keep doing both because he's good at it.

You know something, Heather.

You're not the kind of person

who's going to let somebody like Andre get away.

Are you?

(sighs)

(sniffles)

He just called.

(sniffling)

Begging me to meet him and, um,

run away together.

Meet him where?

(sniffling)

He's really a murderer?

Crime scene photos are in the car-- what do you want to see?

The bullet hole in the guy's chest,

or the exit wound by the shoulder blade?

No, no.

(crying)

Where is he?

He told me to meet him at the Port Authority Bus Terminal

in a half hour and wait for him there.

(crying)

There you go.

(sniffling)

Keep the pack.

(sniffling)

(siren blaring)

ANDRE: They bought it. Great job.

Andre, this is craziness.

Not for much longer. Were you followed?

No, I-I took a cab, and then the subway, and then

I walked around the block, like you said.

Sweetheart...

that's the last time I'm gonna ask you to lie.

Andre, they said horrible things about you.

Of course they did.

Who are you gonna believe, me or them?

You.

Of course you are.

(laughs gently)

(sighs) You ready?

Oh. Wow. Oh.

For your faith in me, baby.

Oh.

What now?

Buenos Aires.

You're gonna love it. It's like Paris.

We'll leave tomorrow.

I just got to buy us a little time.

(phone rings)

Charlie DuChamp.

How are you, Charlie?

How do you think?

I want to take your offer. I'm done running.

Good. Where are you?

I have to take care of a couple things first.

I'll meet you at the Viand coffee shop-- 61st

and Park, tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m.

This means a lot to me, Andre,

so much so that I'm getting misty-eyed

just thinking about it.

Do me a favor-- can you ask your girlfriend Heather

if I could borrow a tissue from her purse?

Tissues.

Did they give you tissues?!

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?!

What's up, Andre?

(tires screeching)

(siren whoops, tires screech)

You got two seconds to lower the window.

I told you we'd meet again.

Step out of the car for me.

This is what we call a bird dog-- a tracking device.

Get out of the car.

Put your hands on the hood.

(Heather crying)

Take a seat.

(clapping)

LLOYD: See, what did I tell you girls?

You pull back the curtain

just a little bit, and the wizard--

not so wizardly, right?

Seriously, though, man, how do you do it with all the women?

He is so much better-looking in his photos.

Don't you think so, Jules?

Yeah, oh, yeah, better in the photos.

They'll be coming by to pick you up in a half hour, Andre.

(door slide open)

They're not Cohibas. Oh.

The champagne's only ten bucks, but we know how

to celebrate as much as the next guy.

CHARLIE: Bus terminal?

Really, Andre, a guy like you?

Not a guy like you.

That's where you blew it.

Self-persistent-- what do you call it, Lloyd?

Oh, Persistent Ego Aggrandizing disorder.

Douchebag-itis, basically.

CHARLIE: Cheers. Cheers.

(cork pops) Who's first?

(sighs)

(knocking)

Yeah.

JULIANNE: May I come in?

Sure.

What's up?

I don't appreciate the situation

that I'm in because of you.

I am putting my job on the line

by not telling Charlie.

Well, did he ask if you saw anything? No,

no, no, that's not-- that's not the point.

Look, I know that everyone here kind of knows

about my personal issues, and maybe because of that,

you think that I'm some kind of pushover.

Look, look, look, it ain't even like that.

Listen, I just needed some time with my girl.

I've been locked up for a long time.

So have I.

After I washed out of the academy,

I lived with my mom for three years,

doing telemarketing.

I never left the house.

I thought that was going to be

the rest of my life until Ray called me for this job.

You want to get out of prison?

So do I.

This is my chance to get my life back,

as much as it is yours.

So do not mistake my illness for weakness.

And don't put me in that position again,

because, if you do, I will tell Charlie.

I don't care who you are.

SHEA: I can't wait six years.

Look, maybe next time you're on work release...

There's another way.

But, baby, we'd be fugitives again.

We'd be together.

That's all that matters.

This is for you.

(kisses)

* Yo *

* When will ... learn I can't get touched *

* Any attempt will cause you to get bucked *

* Dead ass will be history, don't play those games *

* As we carry ... into they grave *

* When will ... learn I can't get touched *

* Any attempt will cause you to get bucked *

* Dead ass will be history, don't play those games *

* As we carry ... into they grave *

(buzzer sounds)

(barks)