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(crowd chatter)

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

Gold gate is secure.

(overlapping, indistinct shouting and chatter)

(indistinct chatter continues)

Attention inmates in the yard, stay in your area.

Attention inmates in the yard, stay in your area.

MAN: I think

you're lost, Tinkerbell.

I'm just enjoying the sunshine.

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

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

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

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

(engine revving)

Whoa!

(tires screeching)

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

Please! I have a family!

So do I. Trokey, come on!

(grunts)

Please!

(overlapping shouting)

(tires screeching, engine revving)

Citizen assault complaints, witness intimidation.

Warrantless search and seizure...

Sir, I will admit

that our team tends to be a little unorthodox,

but we always stay within the confines of the law.

Would you say that with your hand on a Bible?

I thought so.

Relax.

I'm not here to crack any skulls.

Just maybe shake things up a little bit.

Shake things up?

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

we have all the necessary clearances...

I spoke with Knox,

as soon as I became his new boss.

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

when I saw what you guys had cooking over here.

It's creative, I give you that.

With all due respect, Deputy Wendell,

we're effective, as well.

And it can be more so.

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

Task force like this doesn't get leeway,

can't afford slipups.

Besides, these are felons.

I got a file in my office this thick

of guys that can replace any one of these mutts.

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

but you know that,

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

I think it's a mistake.

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

I'm just gonna review your case files,

watch your operation, see if anything should be done,

because now that I'm in charge,

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

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

and then the party clown says,

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

Why aren't you laughing?

MAN: So this is the team?

Yup. Guys, this is Richard Wendell.

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

My name is Lloyd Lowery.

Would you like to hear a tasty joke?

He's the marshals' new chief director.

I see.

This is Deputy Ray Zancanelli.

How you doing?

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

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

I'll check in later.

All right.

(sighs)

(sighing)

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

You like jokes, Lloyd? Yeah.

You ever heard the one

about the psychiatrist that got his teeth knocked out?

That wasn't funny, though.

Listen up. We have a multiple breakout

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

so we don't have any time for jokes.

Everybody, get to work.

ERICA: Okay, may be paranoid,

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

I'll second that.

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

I'm gonna put this to bed right now.

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

Lop off a head, make his mark,

and then take credit for it

as if he put this team together himself.

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

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

The best thing that you can do

is just play it straight and focus on the case.

You follow me?

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

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

and a pregnant wife.

Ray, can you run 'em down?

Ronald Barnes.

Securities fraud, insider trading.

Took a half a billion before he got popped.

This guy destroyed lives,

and wore a five-figure suit at his arraignment.

He's a sociopath.

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

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

He's killed more people than smoking.

He's the real deal.

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

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

This is Carlos Zepeda.

Zepeda ran the biggest

East Coast car theft ring.

Tran Jun-- forger.

His passports have gotten

half the Russian Mob into Coney Island.

Sandy Clemente-- drug runner.

He might look like a deadhead,

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

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

with the help of a tractor trailer.

Any thoughts?

Whitey provides the money.

Chester's the muscle.

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

The car thief provides the transpo.

Well, Clemente moves drugs over borders.

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

forges the passports. JULIANNE: This just came in.

Listen up.

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

He was shot twice in the head.

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

buried under half a dozen corporate names.

Bottom line, it belongs to Ronald Barnes.

Hiding assets from the government--

he should hang out with Philly.

Open up. Dispatch said you were coming.

Barn's locked. Call in a warrant.

Don't need one. Exigent circumstances.

What's exigent? The cons are gone.

Could be in the barn.

How'd they padlock themselves from the inside?

Well, I'm interested to find out myself.

Hold my warrant for me.

Thanks, buddy.

(indistinct radio communication)

They're out of their jammies.

(clears throat)

CHARLIE: They were cutting up photos over here.

Already making their passports.

These tracks over here are thinner.

Put an alarm out for three cars and two motorcycles.

No, it's four cars.

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

Run that, Jules.

Sure. Just a sec.

When Ronald Barnes' assets were seized,

several of his cars in his collection were never found,

including a 1937 Jaguar roadster,

valued at half a million.

No way these guys want

to make a getaway in a car that noticeable.

But they need a car that valuable.

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

That's why they brought Zepeda along.

He knows how to move cars underground. Shea?

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

I'd have run 'em through a few spots

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

I can take you to 'em.

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

Five pairs of greens,

a set of civvies.

Doubt anybody left here bare-ass.

There was supposed to be another runner.

And that guy's still inside.

Hell, no. And he probably knows

what these guys were up to once they got out.

He won't talk to us,

but he'll talk to another con.

You've got some boys on the inside there.

The deal was minimum security.

Now you want to throw me in Attica?

Kiss my black ass.

Jules, run me up some prisoner transfer papers.

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

We got 48 hours, or they're ghosts.

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

Shea, back to the big house, buddy.

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

One: they backed out.

No way after all the work it took to prep something

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

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

they got tossed into solitary before the escape.

But the incident reports

only show three SHU inmates,

and they've been there for three weeks.

So that leaves us one option.

They were hurt and tossed in the infirmary.

That's where you might find your guy.

Yeah, med records show five inmates admitted

within a week before the escape.

Could be any one of them.

Paperwork's all done.

You're officially transferred to Attica because

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

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

You're going in naked.

That's a joke, right?

No. Guards can be on the take.

Hold up.

Convicts find out I'm hooked up with you,

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

Nah. Put me back in Maybelle.

I'll work the next case.

(grunts) What the...?

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

You know that.

Authenticity. Come on.

Let's roll.

U.S. Marshals. You run this place?

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

Well, this is the third garage

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

to smell like brake fluid,

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

Hey, man, I'm just a mechanic.

And I just have a tan.

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

Than a stretch of Autobahn passing

through a Volkswagen factory, but...

What? What?

Sorry. Uh, sorry.

I was doing a little Dennis Miller

stand-up thing.

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

through here than a stretch

of autobahn passing through a Volkswagen factory...

Because a lot of people drive on the autobahn,

and a factory has an assembly line...

The joke stands on its own.

Really? Obviously not. I think it does.

What the hell kind of cops are you?

I'm looking for a roadster

that's subject to a federal seizure order.

It was owned by a fugitive,

so if you help him sell it,

I'm booking you on aiding and abetting.

That's what kind of cops we are.

Using metric tools on an old British car?

You're one hell of a mechanic.

(screaming) Lift the car!

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

Carlos Zepeda? Yeah!

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

Let me out!

I lower it again, you're dead.

Where are your pals, Carlos?

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

See that guy?

Chester Rose is a shot-caller, bro.

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

Okay. Well, we got one.

That should appease Wendell for a bit, right?

We got one out of five, Erica.

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

Your job.

Are they serving alcohol here?

Because you must be "shatfaced"

if you think they would dump me.

Okay. You're analytical, academic.

Anyone in Psych Ops could replace you.

And you are eye candy that runs fast.

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

Watch what you say about my father.

Or what?

You'll kill me?

Don't tempt me.

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

Maybe it'll be me.

I mean, the Marshals already tossed me once.

Like they'd really shoot Bambi. Come on.

I'm sorry. That was uncalled for.

Just... You're so sweet.

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

The point that I'm trying to make is

that I will not go back to making bunks

and cleaning toilets

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

Hi.

Uh, no dice?

No offense, Charlie, but you have been

behind a desk for some time, so maybe interrogation

is not your forte.

I know what I'm doing, Lloyd.

I'm just saying, I have an idea.

Thanks. No, thanks.

Lloyd?

What do you have in mind?

You haven't cracked this filbert yet, DuChamp?

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

He's being uncooperative, sir.

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

Speaking of which, why don't you go get

me and Mr. Zepeda here a coffee.

You like yours black, Latin or honky?

Little bit of cream.

Latin for the Latino.

I'll go Wesley Snipes.

Are your legs broke? Do it now.

(clears throat)

Listen.

I need you to talk,

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

Got that right.

A man of principle. I like that.

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

by taking you out of Attica?

(laughs) How you gonna do that?

Maybelle Minimum Security.

Heard of that place.

Easy time.

It's easy as Sunday morning, my friend.

I would set you up with a new name.

And all you have to do

is sign that form.

This deal's legit?

As legit as anything I can offer.

Uh, uh, uh.

Gracias.

That's salty and unprofessional.

Back to business.

Tell me what you know.

All I know is I was supposed to meet Tran,

the Chinaman forger, in Maywood, New Jersey,

at the bus stop on Palmer and Passaic,

with the money I got for the car.

This was Ronald's plan.

He didn't tell me anything else.

I believe you.

This is ironclad?

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

cannot be rescinded under the law.

Wait. This is not a transfer form.

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

So enjoy Attica.

Sir?

(shouting in Spanish)

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

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

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

Nah.

Nah, this ain't happening.

How you been, Stuckey?

What you doing in the A-train?

I tussled with a guard, sent me here.

Looks like I missed all the fun.

That was off the vine, boy.

Caps fallin' like raindrops.

Hey. This is Shea Daniels,

the man that started it all.

This is my crew. This is Dee.

He's my Sarge In Arms on the inside.

Looks like you got things rolling here, Stuck.

Speaking of which, you know you always got a spot

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

and that's been me for a minute.

You feel me?

I respect that.

Just trying to get a good job

on the inside and ride it out.

Can you hook me up with Doc Duty?

Infirmary's a cush gig.

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

Dee runs jobs for me.

I'll hook you up.

Come see me tomorrow.

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

Today.

Spin! Wheels! Hairy...

Hairy big wheels!

Hairy big wheels?

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

(loud bang, all gasp)

Look, guys. No problems here.

You just take what you want, okay?

(woman screams)

What did you do to my house?

Beige?

This isn't a motel.

You see, this is what happens

when you sell homes at auction.

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

(sobbing)

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

You break up the floor.

Really?

Between the two of us,

who do you think's going

to get through that floor faster?

I don't take orders, man.

I am not ordering. I am pleading.

Please, use your head

and that prison-hard body of yours,

so we can get through that floor

and the hell back out on the road.

"Rolling on the River."

Am I right?

(woman sobbing, man panting)

Right there.

We set?

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

This ain't straight up, Stuckey.

And you been straight up with me?

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

I just want a good job.

You take the job that's being offered.

There are rules Syndie runs on.

One of 'em is

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

You want to throw down with me, little man?

Like I said...

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

He said you ain't never touched no guard.

Said you were transferred a while ago,

but nobody knows where to.

We're looking into you, Shea.

You best watch your back.

(alarm wailing)

Step aside. Break it up. Break it up.

I'm hurt.

Need the infirmary.

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

If you buy lottery tickets,

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

to scratch 'em off.

Got him. There's Tran.

Yeah, that's him.

It's him.

Hey! (horn honking)

(tires screech, Tran gasps)

(bus honking) No!

You are supposed to catch them, not kill them.

The suspect fled into the roadway.

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

chased the perp into the path of an oncoming bus!

That's how the lawsuit will read!

What exactly would you have us do?

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

surrounded the fugitive,

who would've then known running was useless.

No fuss, no muss.

We couldn't create a perimeter.

Three on our team can't carry weapons.

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

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

I'll ask.

Deputy DuChamp, you get this team in order

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

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

We were all getting chewed out.

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

you know they're gonna ax a con.

You could have told him about all my contributions.

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

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

Out.

I have a daughter, Lloyd.

I have somebody depending on me.

So do I. Maybe you've forgotten

about a certain angel of God named Agnes Lowery.

She needs me. And you know what, Charlie?

If they want someone, give them Shea.

He's already in Attica.

I bet he's perfectly happy in there.

Okay, I second that.

Would you animals just shut your mouths

and focus on the job? Look at this.

Tran's passports are incredible.

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

black market microchips for these passports,

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

We got lucky.

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

A credit card reservation was made

under one of Sandy Clemente's aliases

at a private airstrip in Northern Delaware.

Clemente had his crew

use small planes to carry cocaine.

Maybe he learned to fly himself.

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

It's only 1:45.

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

Let's bunk down for a few hours,

get fresh, come back when the airstrip opens.

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

I know. I'm bunking with Erica.

Yeah, right.

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

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

Hey. I know what you guys are arguing about.

Jerks.

Rock, paper, scissors?

One, two...

There are a lot of good schools in New York.

(door creaks open)

Hey, I got to go.

Um, we'll talk about this again.

All right. Love you, sweetheart.

All right, bye.

Who was that? Charlie?

Very funny.

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

some underwear that isn't so small?

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

Eh, I wouldn't flatter yourself.

Jules buys the clothes.

So, what's your daughter's name?

It's none of your business.

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

been working together for months now--

you can't tell me her name?

I don't like talking about my daughter.

I'm not like you.

I don't wear my kid on my sleeve.

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

No more war!

(clicks remote control) Do you know why

I wear my kid on my sleeve, Ray?

Because out here,

I have her with me.

You know, I cannot get kicked off this team.

I need to get back to my daughter, okay?

I need to... Hold on.

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

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

All you can do, Erica,

is focus on your job.

Okay?

I think it's ironic that people run

when the universe is so infinite.

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

The truth is, you can be a galaxy away,

and we'd still all be together.

You know what I mean, Charlie?

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

Yeah.

(sighs)

CHARLIE: Why is your underwear

on the chair, Lloyd?

I sleep unencumbered, Charles.

(exhales)

Sweet dreams.

MAN: Those guys are as good as caught.

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

He's got a bunker under the Rockies.

That's where they're at.

I'll bet anyone a carton

that by the end of the day

they all turn up in Mexico.

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

Rocky Mountains, man.

Hey.

You don't want to bet?

It's stupid.

What makes you the expert?

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

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

about this, don't you, my man?

What?

You were supposed

to be on the escape.

(chuckles) Don't deny it.

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

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

ain't seen the sun in years.

You didn't want to look like your mug shot

when it was plastered on TV after breaking out.

Now...

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

I just need some info.

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up,

we're talking here.

Too bad. We need the bed.

Hey, hey, I feel good; take mine.

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

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

I got it.

All right, let's go.

(wheezing)

I'll be back.

No. Look, you killed the guard,

that was bad enough; no more.

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

Hey, we broke out together-- not a surprise

we're still with each other.

We get caught,

these deaths are gonna be on you.

And instead of getting five years tacked on

for escape, you'll get death row.

Is that what you want?

Think, stupid.

Now, let's keep moving.

We're losing time.

You think you're so much better than me.

No. Just different.

(laughs) Nah. We're both businessmen.

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

And I bet you done caused more damage

to people in your life than I have.

I never killed anyone.

You done bankrupted families, pensions.

Yeah. People done died at your hands, too.

We ain't that different.

(airplane engines rumbling)

Where are they?

(sighs)

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

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

He tries to do these analogies...

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

I'm just saying maybe we got it wrong,

maybe Ronald and the boys got jammed up,

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

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

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

CHARLIE: Get out of the car! Hands up!

ZANCANELLI: It's Clemente.

CHARLIE: Let me see those hands! Slowly!

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

Where's Chester and Ronald?

There's nobody else here, man.

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

There's nobody else here.

All right? It's just me.

ZANCANELLI: Damn it!

Three down.

This is almost too easy.

Your friend Carlos Zepeda talked.

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

If he talked, he's a dead man.

I like to breathe.

(knocking)

You're making a mistake, pal.

(knocking)

What's up?

Ronald Barnes and Chester Rhodes did a home invasion

at a house Barnes used to own.

They grabbed some money that was stashed there,

and they assaulted a civilian who just died

at the hospital of a brain aneurysm.

Any witness statements? Nothing useful.

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

Look at me, Ray.

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

And the Chief Director? Whatever you got to do.

(grunts)

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

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

(screaming) You're panicking.

(speaking indistinctly) (screaming)

Lighter's full, Sandy. (gasping)

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

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

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

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

(groans loudly)

I assume you heard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This Forbes article calls it

"Barnes' Strategy of Controlled Chaos."

When foreign debentures collapsed

in 2002, everybody thought Barnes was busted,

but actually his position was really small.

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

In English, egghead.

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

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

you make it look like you really need lemons.

Everybody thinks you're vulnerable--

like Charlie just said-- when actually

you don't need lemons, because, Shazam,

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

Oh, my God! Barnes wants us

to think that we have him!

Because we have his lemons?

I have got this.

Because we have his lemons.

But they are cannon fodder, okay?

He wanted us to chase them,

he wanted us to catch them,

he wanted us to think his plan

was falling apart, because that was his plan.

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

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

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

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

like relativity's a theory.

I know it's not as impressive

as tire tracks, but I'm right.

Yeah?

Found the guy who bailed on the escape.

How you know it's him?

For one, you've got

a do-it-yourselfer that runs

right to the wrist and stops.

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

but not enough to die from.

Why did he bail out?

I don't know.

Listen...

cons might know I'm working with cops.

Shea, if this guy bailed out on the breakout,

he knows something.

Do you hear me, paisan?

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

You got to come get me out of here.

Now.

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

Is or might be? It might be.

But that's not a good thing.

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

Hey, Shea, listen, stay safe,

find out what the guy knows.

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

(beep)

(grunting)

I founded the Syndicate,

I ran Sing-Sing,

and now I run Attica, too.

Unless you want to do something about it.

Unless you want to be next,

you'll answer my questions straight up.

Why'd you pull out of the escape?

What did you know?

Pills-- Ronald was taking pills.

He was a junkie?

No, no, I know the guy

who smuggles in junk for the other inmates,

and he said he was running some pretty serious

prescription motion sickness pills in there for Ronald.

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

He gets, he gets motion sickness.

He got three weeks worth.

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

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

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

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

I couldn't just quit the escape.

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

I cut myself, and they put me in infirmary.

(phone rings)

Hey.

SHEA: Barnes lied.

He was gonna screw everyone.

Barnes is taking a boat.

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

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Listen, I took care of business.

Now get me the hell out of here.

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

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

We got 2,000 miles of eastern seaboard.

Where the hell could they be?

You're sure you know where it is?

Trokey told me where it was.

Here we go.

(gun cocks)

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

That's what the business pages called me.

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

you just need me to sail the boat.

How close would we get to the islands

before you'd dump me over the side

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

Maybe, but you got a problem, Ronald.

You got nobody to pull that trigger for you.

This is a job you can't delegate.

You got to actually dirty your hands for once,

and we both know...

(gunshot, Chester grunts)

All right, Barnes had four boats,

all seized by the government months ago.

Were they sold at auction?

Yes... uh, to Karyn Usher,

Zack Estrin,

Graham Roland, and Gabe Trokey.

Trokey-- why do I know that name?

Trokey drove the truck through the prison wall.

Barnes probably had him buy the getaway boat as well.

If Trokey wouldn't have been killed,

it wouldn't have caused a blip.

Registration?

Uh, yeah, Woodmere Docks, Long Island.

I'll meet you downstairs.

Search all the boat slips in the marina,

find out exactly where the boat is docked.

My neck is killing me from that motel bed.

Why did Erica get to stay back?

Look, just shut up and go show the harbormaster

Barnes' mug shot.

LLOYD: Guys...

Guns down, boys.

We really don't care if he dies.

Really? Ray.

I will blow his brains all over the dock.

CHARLIE: All right.

See?

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

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

We're not going down there,

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

You could shoot one or two of us

but not all three of us.

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

We know about your stash, Ronnie.

What the hell are you doing, Ray?

Making a win-win situation.

All right, you want a taste to go away?

Not a taste, the whole thing.

A bag that size--

hundreds, 400K?

Very good.

Ray, this is unacceptable.

So is getting crapped out by a shark.

Please take the money. He's right.

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

You take half now, you get off the boat.

I get out into international waters,

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

I so much as see a seagull following me,

I will burn it all.

And I'm taking Skinny here as insurance.

Sure. LLOYD: I think I deserve

a voice in this situation. Shut up, Lloyd.

Charlie?

RONALD: What's it going to be?

No one can know about this.

I want the money first.

Look... Easy.

Just be cool.

Okay?

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

we'll get what we want.

Open your jacket. Look, nothing.

Toss the bag, all right?

As far as I'm gonna go.

Aah!

Get down, get down. Aah!

A lot of good people died because of you,

and at the end of the day,

you get to go back to where you started.

Get up.

There are rules, DuChamp!

Never leave one of your crew hanging!

Never!

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

I'll ride both of y'all like Seabiscuit

after what y'all pulled on me today.

CHARLIE: Take it easy, all right?

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

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

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

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

Take off your badge, DuChamp-- DuChump.

Hold my badge.

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

(all yelling)

I'm in your world now!

Deputy DuChamp, everything okay?

Everything is fine.

I'd like to speak to you privately.

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

I want to hear it.

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

that Daniels has been having a rough go at it

for the last 24 hours.

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

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

That's good to hear.

Zancanelli's got to go.

CHARLIE: Pardon me, sir?

That's, that's insane.

He's a dirty cop,

a convicted thief.

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

to catch the bad guy every single day.

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

He's an embarrassment to the badge,

a badge he is no longer allowed to carry.

I know him, I know his type.

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

with whatever he wants.

Permission to speak freely, sir.

Go ahead.

Sir, you're full of shit.

This whole thing-- you coming

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

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

You just needed a paper trail

to make this look like it was a real investigation

when all along you walked in here knowing

that Ray Zancanelli was gone.

I am a chief director who knows

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

And this is my task force.

And it's my Marshals service,

and unless you want me to use my new authority

to have you back behind a desk come Monday morning,

I suggest you back the hell off

and change your tone.

You know, there are rules,

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

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

and every pencil on that desk is sharpened

because I'd rather be there

than to spend another day here without Ray Zancanelli.

We closed that case.

In less than 48 hours,

five convicts that had escaped from Attica

were no longer at large,

so if you want to talk

to the feds and explain to them

that you decided to break up this team,

fine, go ahead...

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

Hmm.

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

It's on you, too, now.

Been on me since day one.

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

I mean, frankly I don't see why not

'cause, had he asked me,

I had a few suggestions.

What,

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

Go in there,

get changed.

The transpo van's downstairs waiting on you.

Listen, I'm gonna head home.

The wife rented some stupid chick flick

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

Need a ride back after we see the cons off?

Thanks a lot, Charlie.

Yeah.

(barks)