- LILAH: - Smile, okay?
Everything's going to be fine.
Smile, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.
GUARD (distant):
Open on 35.
Smile.
Okay? Everything's
going to be fine.
- VAUGHN: - Lilah.
Warden wants
to see you.
Let's go.
Move your ass.
(lock buzzes)
(both giggle)
Did you bring it, baby?
- VAUGHN: - Hell yes.
(Lilah laughs)
Don't go anywhere.
- I wouldn't. - Dream of it.
I could barely sleep last night.
I like the sound of that.
VAUGHN: Boy, was I looking
forward to coming to work today.
- LILAH: - Almost ready...
I think I'm gonna need a ruler.
(cell phone rings)
Hmm.
- Where the hell did. - You get that from?
Another friend.
- That's my son. - Yeah.
And if you want to see him
outside of a pine box,
- I need to be in town. - In a half hour.
Try me, Eddie.
Even if I wanted to,
how in the hell...
- Well, I've already. - Thought of that.
- There's a Scared. - Straight program.
Over at the visiting block.
- It ends in ten minutes. - Let's go.
Move your ass.
(indistinct talking)
Eventually you're going
to get caught, Lilah.
I am going to have
a drink in my hand
- and my toes in the sand, - that's what's going to happen.
- Don't worry, I'll. - Send you a postcard.
Now, go keep those other guards
busy, or your kid's toast.
- ADMINISTRATOR: - Excuse me, and you are...?
Get me into town.
Any problems,
- and I'll stick you. - Like a pig.
Smile. Okay?
Everything's gonna be fine.
ADMINISTRATOR:
She's with me.
Fire it up, let's go.
- LLOYD: - right breasts their.
Cut off.
It's from Greek mythology.
Am-a-zos, "without breast."
- They had it removed. - To better facilitate.
- Shooting a bow and arrow. - That is how.
- The female warriors. - Got their name,
Not because
they lived in the Amazon jungle.
You child.
Call.
Three queens.
(roars in slow motion)
(imitates blade slicing,
(flipping through air)
What a dick.
- SHEA: - Lloyd. - Yes.
- Let's go. Our work release. - Van is leaving.
- LLOYD: Just pop it into. - Neutral, there, Slick.
Daddy needs to fill his pockets.
Full house.
Threes and twos.
Jinx.
You are a jinx, man!
Van's leaving.
Come on.
All right, gentlemen.
- (clears throat) - You heard the man.
I will see you around the
gaming tables. I have to go.
Hey.
I want my money.
Amen to that, brother.
And I will absolutely pay you.
- You been serving that. - Horseradish for two weeks now.
- I want it tonight, - in my prison account.
Or I'm going to kill you.
Whoa. Whoa, man, that...
sounds an awful lot like
a maximum security threat,
and last I checked, we were in
a decidedly minimum
security establishment.
- I will drive myself. - Back to a max house.
Before I let a mouthy-ass
white boy disrespect me.
- How the hell did you. - Get into Maybelle, man?
I found Jesus.
Oh.
Oh! Well, was it
not Luke who said,
"But love thy enemy,"
be good to him,
- and lend him without. - "Expecting..."
Luke don't owe
me 800 bucks.
Dead.
CHARLIE:
Into a 25-year was five years
mandatory minimum for killing
her second husband.
She stabbed him 48 times.
First husband got killed
in a house fire
which she was a suspect in,
but never convicted of.
- ZANCANELLI: This woman is. - Extremely dangerous.
- Jules, pull up her. - Visitation log.
Already put in a request.
Our only lifeline's her
14-year-old son,
- who's currently in. - Foster care in New Jersey.
The FBI's at the family's
house just in case Lilah tries
to reach out to him.
Says here Lilah was, uh,
raised in foster care
herself from age 12 on.
How'd she get out of Bixell?
Threatened a guard's son.
- Turned out to be a bluff... - She never even had the kid.
Guard's on his way in.
Lloyd. Pay attention?
I am.
- Okay. How old's. - The runner's daughter?
She is three.
It's a son, and he's 14.
CHARLIE:
Pay attention!
Noted.
- My old cellie finished her time. - At Bixell. She's out now, but,
- Uh, she'd give me whatever scoop. - She's got on this Lilah chick.
- Would you call her. - For us, please?
Eddie Vaughn?
Yeah.
Lilah's property.
- CHARLIE: - Could you step. - Over here, please?
(phone ringing)
Ray?
Yeah.
It's Teresa.
Tell her I'll call her back.
Who's Teresa?
Don't worry about it.
- Okay, listen up. - This convicted killer.
Has four hours on us.
Can we step it up?
(whistles)
Hey, you-you, uh, saw
that card game, right?
There were some world-class
cheaters at that table, man.
What do you want?
I got zoomed.
Okay, I got taken.
The born-again thug, who is
apparently a complete fraud,
he said that if I don't pay him
$800, he's going to cap my ass.
Mm... mm...
So I was...
I was wondering if maybe
you could, like...
jack him up, or...
- you know, I don't know, - like...
Get him to recognize...
Okay. This is what I'm
going to do for you.
Okay.
Zero.
You're on your own.
Thanks.
- ZANCANELLI: - You weren't banging Lilah.
Nope. I'm telling you,
I brought that outfit in
- because she threatened. - My family.
I don't know, Eddie,
it's just...
"Sexy teacher outfit"
seems like an odd request.
VAUGHN: Yeah.
The answer is no, okay?
Look, I'm a married man.
I take my job serious, so
how 'bout you stop asking me
- that question? - All right, relax.
So, uh...
any nicknames that the female
inmates at Bixell called you?
None that I know of.
- "Ponytail Holder"? - Doesn't ring a bell?
Guards get called names,
- that's all part. - Of the job. - Right.
- All right, well, - we're not investigating.
- Possible sexual misconduct. - Between guards and inmates.
At Bixell Penitentiary.
Yet.
- So why don't you. - Get straight with us.
About Lilah, and if
you do, guess what?
You never have to
talk to us again, dummy.
My wife has been going
through some health things.
- We haven't been intimate... - Look.
The teacher's outfit.
- You brought that in. - Voluntarily, true or false?
- Yeah, but I sure. - As hell didn't know.
- She was going to. - Use it to escape.
- Did you give her. - The cell phone? - No, another "friend".
- Gave it to her, - that's what she said.
- And how did she get. - A photo of your son?
I swear to God I don't know.
Who else was in her life?
I don't...
Maybe this one guy... I...
There were a lot of
lawyers visiting her,
- trying to get her. - Conviction overturned,
Or that's who Lilah
said they were.
Then, one day, I seen her
kiss this guy on the mouth.
So I look into him.
Name is Lucas Harold. Some loser
who manages a go-cart track
out in Hempstead.
Any pillow talk about what she'd
want to do if she ever got out?
No.
She never mentioned
going to see her kid?
No, she never talked about it.
When I walked her out,
she said that she was going
to be on a beach real soon,
drinking a cocktail.
- And that she'd. - Send me a postcard.
JULIANNE:
Lilah subscribed to two
travel magazines,
and had a travel guide
to the Caribbean.
- ZANCANELLI: - Let's go, let's go. - Okay, Port Authority,
Train stations,
airports, cruise ships,
- make sure you send her mug shot. - To ever single one of them.
Also send it out to every.
U.S. Embassy in every country
- that has a beach on it. - And, uh...
- Go through the travel mags. - See if there are.
- Any pages that have been. - Dog-eared, torn out...
Just go through all of 'em.
- Hey, those kids up there. - On the track.
LLOYD:
There's something off
with their body language.
Two teen males?
Yeah, yeah. They're
hiding something.
I should probably go
poke around a skosh, huh?
Yeah. Erica,
go with him.
CHARLIE:
Lucas Harold?
- Yeah. - US Marshals.
- When's the last time you. - Heard from Lilah Tompkins?
Why?
- Something happen. - To Lilah?
- I-I mean you wouldn't. - Be here unless...
She escaped from Bixell
six hours ago.
Holy crow.
Well, is she okay?
- Relax, we're looking. - For her now.
Holy crow.
How do you know her?
Well...
We met through this
prison pen pal program.
We're in love.
- SHEA: In love?! - (snickers)
My bad.
What is up,
young bloods?
Hey.
- About to take. - A couple lap-arooskis.
Around the old track?
Yeah.
You want to put a little
wager on it, man?
- How much? - 800 bucks.
- Dude, what? - 700 bucks.
What?
Are you trying
to screw this up?
I owe money back at Maybelle,
and if I don't come up
- with it I'm dead. - And this is your problem,
- Too, because remember, - if any one of us screws up,
- We all go back, - sentences doubled.
- No, I'm pretty sure it's if. - One of us tries to escape,
We all get sent back.
- There's nothing about getting. - Killed over prison debts.
(cell phone rings)
Mother. Where have you been?
Did you buy her a car?
- No. - A house?
- No. - Vacation spot?
No. Look, I-I manage
a go-cart track, sir.
It's not like I have,
you know, vacation property.
You give money to
one of her relatives?
- No. - Did you share. - A bank account?
(sighs)
Yes or no?
Yes.
- Can you access. - That bank account from here?
Of course.
(typing)
- Really, I think. - It makes perfect sense.
- You have money. You're aged. - You don't need it.
I don't have money. I'm young.
I freakin' need it, Mom.
- Why don't you sell. - Your comic book collection?
Oh, you're obviously soused now.
- I'm not. - Really? Then prove it.
Count backwards from a hundred.
- Take responsibility. - In life, Lloyd. - Just do it.
- (click, dial tone) - Mm...
(typing)
Ouch! Eight grand!
I really thought she loved me.
Okay, Julianne, thanks.
Can you text me the address?
- So Lilah drained. - This guy's bank account.
- From a branch at a mall. - Up in Valley Stream.
- About 20 minutes. - From here.
- Anything with the kids. - Out there?
Goose egg.
All right, let's go.
Thank you.
- (cash register. - Beeping, clicking)
Marry me.
Baby!
(laughs)
Oh, you just made me the
happiest girl in the world.
That's so sweet.
We've got
to call my mom.
She's gonna be so happy
and surprised.
She never thought
it was gonna happen.
She's gonna be
so happy for us.
Thank you.
Congratulations!
May I help you?
Yeah. This woman withdrew
some money from the bank
at the other end of the mall.
Have you seen her?
- No, I haven't, - sorry.
How much if I run a game
of eight-ball on that table?
How much money?
No, jockstraps.
Yes, how much money?
I'll do it twice.
I will do it twice in a row.
Sir, this is a store.
- There's no gambling. - Allowed in the store.
Whatever.
May I help you?
Hey, how you doing? Um...
- did you see. - This woman here today?
I mean, did this woman
happen to come...
Sir?
- Sir? - Hmm?
She was here.
We should give a heads up
to local motels
- 'cause, judging from. - The gear she bought,
They're about to get to it.
Anything on the guy
- she was with? - Oh, heavyset. - Other than that,
- She didn't really. - Notice him.
You guys, I'm now convinced
- that Lilah has Narcissistic. - Personality Disorder,
Subtype Manipulative Narcissist.
- Grandiose, expects deference. - From others,
- Usually rooted in their defense. - As a child.
Against a cold and unsympathetic
parent. It's textbook.
Okay, somebody say it, please.
You just
described yourself, Lloyd.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
You guys done playing grab ass,
- or do you want to get. - Your heads in the game? Thanks.
- Charlie, it's tough. - For me to pin down.
What her actual plan is.
It could be a quick tryst
at a motel,
- 'cause I doubt. - She'd be settling down.
- With another dupe. - Unless that dupe is the guy.
- That's gonna get her. - To the beach for that cocktail.
Time of purchase on the receipt
said 45 minutes ago.
- She could. - Be anywhere by now.
You know, maybe they hung
- around a bit. - After they bought that stuff.
I tell you what,
I'll just go back and ask.
Maybe not, Shea.
- Lilah and the guy. - She was with shopped.
- At a couple. - Stores down.
- They bought 250 bucks. - In merchandise.
- All clothing. - For a teen male.
For her son.
U.S. Marshals.
Must be happy hour.
- What are you doing here, dingus? - We own this fugitive.
- Not if she crosses. - State lines to. - See her kid.
- In which case, - we'll take the collar.
- The question is, what the hell. - Are you doing here, Ray?
- Working. What do you think. - I'm doing, genius?
- Right. - It's the "Use a fugitive".
"To catch a fugitive" deal.
I thought that was a bad rumor.
We're here to talk
to her son Taylor.
Lilah was recently buying
clothes for a teenage boy.
Yeah, well...
Ah-ah. The kid has
not been in contact with Lilah,
if that's what you're here for.
You could have called
and found out.
- No offense, but we're. - Gonna ask ourselves.
And you might want
to lower that hand
or I can lower it for you.
- Foster parents' names are. - Derek and Kitty.
Thank you.
Wow. What a crew.
- That's a whole lot. - Of bluster there, buddy.
- You sure you're not. - Overcompensating. - For something?
You want to find out?
Mm, mm, mm.
How often do you see
your mom, Taylor?
Once a year,
on her birthday.
Phone calls?
Once a year,
on my birthday.
- We've told Lilah. - She's welcome.
- To call as much. - As she wants, but...
- Have either of you been in. - Contact with her recently?
No. But we recently moved
- to terminate. - Lilah's parental rights.
And officially adopt Taylor.
You're thinking that
could've been the trigger
- to make her want. - To escape?
- It's hard to say. - Are you daft?
- Of course it's. - The trigger.
- It's all about winning. - And losing with this woman.
And I guarantee you...
We get it, really.
- Taylor, your mom might try. - To contact you.
If she does,
I'll let you know.
Just as long
as you don't hurt her.
We promise.
We'll try our best.
- Folks, if it's okay, - I'd like to talk.
To Taylor in private.
Sorry.
There's a phenomenon known
as the Attachment Theory,
which is basically
what it sounds like.
- In fact, I can't believe. - The guy got published.
- Coining a term that. - Self-evident.
But the point is that children
can forgive
and look past a lot when
it comes to their parent.
Even if that
parent is a
very, very imbalanced mother.
- How old are you? - Fourteen.
Okay, when I was your age,
my mother used
to duct tape oven
mitts to my hands
- at night to keep me. - From masturbating.
- Which was such a violation, - and it didn't work, by the way,
And I started to harbor
a lot of resentment,
yet here I am
still making excuses for her.
Why are you telling me this?
Because I don't believe you
when you say you'll notify us
if your mom contacts you.
Hey, I empathize.
But Taylor, you have to know
there's a price you pay for
covering for an unfit mom:
It's your own self-worth.
You seem like a
well-adjusted young man
with good moral development.
Don't let your mom
wring that out of you
'cause of her mistakes, okay?
Here's my cell number,
if you want to talk.
The original Sandman.
Nice.
I've been there, okay?
LILAH:
Oh, my God, it's so good
to finally see you, Jeff.
Mm...
Dreams really do
come true. (Chuckles)
I got a call from someone
with the U.S. Marshals.
They want me
to come in to talk.
- Well, we expected. - That, right?
- Just tell them. - You visited me in prison.
And that's it.
- Do you have. - Everything, baby?
- I just, I just. - Don't understand.
Why you need all this when
you could just stay with me.
- Well, I am going. - To stay with you, baby,
For the rest of my life.
First, I need to
take care of a few things.
I'm gonna need
the car back tomorrow.
Well, I'm gonna need
it longer than that.
I really need it back tomorrow,
sweetheart.
Do you want me
to get caught, Jeff?
It's just...
Do you?!
Of course not.
- Well, it sure as hell. - Sounds like it.
When I do, maybe I'll
have to tell the cops
that you provided these things
to me. Do you want that?
No.
- Well, quit trying. - To ruin everything.
- You'll see me. - When you see me.
I'm just warning you that
I will not lie to the police,
so when they do talk to me...
- Wrong answer. - (gunshot)
Please, no... no...
(engine starts)
Good afternoon.
Afternoon?
Uh, these were five
of Lilah's repeat visitors in
prison the last two months.
Uh, I have calls in to four
others, but no word back yet.
Turns out Lilah was
an active pen pal-er.
- Uh, another trait of. - The manipulative narcissist?
They love getting things
over on people.
Did we get the mug shot out?
We missing anything?
Yes. Uh, yes, it-it is out.
No word on missing anything.
- Milt. - Langley? - Yeah.
Follow us.
What do we have here?
A little rebel fetish,
you guys, huh?
Bunch of dream lovers using
fantasy projection to wish away
reality, huh? Grabbing
on the only chance to
- control a relationship because. - The inmate needs you more.
Than you need them?
Sound about right, maybe?
- (grunts) - Leave 'em alone.
- Oh, they're fine. - It's not just pen pal-ers.
- Same dynamic. - And attributes apply.
- To all the millions. - Of losers in chat rooms.
- Around the world. - It's very common.
She should never have been
in prison to begin with.
Her jerk of a husband
was abusive, and.
Lilah was a battered woman
who got out the only way
she knew how.
By stabbing him 48 times?
- Looks like she's good for. - The body we found in the park.
- Another one of the. - Schmucks that loved her.
- Or how about her. - First husband,
- Who she turned. - Into a crispy critter one night?
Come on, man. Wake up!
When was the last time
you saw her?
Two weeks ago.
She broke up with me.
For no reason.
- She didn't try. - To contact you today?
No.
I really thought
we were in love.
- CHARLIE: - So, we'll be in touch, Milton.
- Okay. - All right.
Help you?
Gabe Prescott.
I got a call to report here.
That's right.
This way, Gabe.
Gabe?
Let's go.
Rebel fetish isn't
the only fetish
that draws men
to female inmates.
I think I need to listen
to this interview.
- CHARLIE: - So, Gabe, how'd you know...?
I'm not telling you anything.
- This guy don't. - Want to talk.
- I guess he's free. - To go, right?
Sit your ass down.
Were you with her at the.
Valley Stream mall today?
Perhaps I was.
That's not a crime.
- Did you take a photo. - Of that guard's kid.
And text it to her in prison?
I took a photo of a kid.
- I didn't know what. - She wanted it for.
And again, not a crime.
Okay, look, Gabe,
all we need is either.
Lilah's location,
or the phone number to the
cell she has on her. That's it.
You give us that, and
you can leave right now.
- Go back to your mother's. - Basement where you can go play.
Air guitar, or whatever
else you play with.
- I don't know where she is, - and you're never gonna find her.
We want the cell phone number.
- GABE: - I can't remember it.
- Okay, he's defending Lilah. - Out of some version.
- Of Stockholm Syndrome, - which indicates.
- That she threatened his life. - At some point.
Wrong. Jules, I may need
to borrow a few things.
- CHARLIE: - Listen, Gabe,
Do you really want to play.
Prince Valiant right now?
Aiding and abetting the
escape of a convicted felon
carries ten years mandatory.
- She told me. - That she was released.
On her own recognizance.
- I had no reason. - Not to believe her.
Naive?
Maybe. But not a crime.
You see those other guys
out there staring
at the floor, Gabe?
They pen pal-ed with her, too.
You got played.
I have nothing else
to say to you.
(chair clattering)
Where is she?
(door opens)
- ERICA: - Take a walk.
Excuse me?
Go.
I'll tell you the same thing...
Did I give you permission
to speak?
No.
Then apologize.
(over speaker):
I am not going to ask you again.
(blow thuds, Gabe grunts)
What?!
I'm sorry.
We both know that one
of the foundations of
a slave-mistress
relationship is trust.
And discretion.
Lilah's prison jacket
has her listed
at five foot two, 115 pounds?
There is no reason
- she would be buying. - Extra large underwear.
At that lingerie
store, is there?
No.
(smacks lips)
So, I am going
to show discretion
and earn your trust by not
announcing to my coworkers
and yours
that you are currently wearing
a pair of pink lace panties
under your jeans.
Do I get a thank you for that?
Thank you.
Thank you, what?
Thank you... Mistress.
ZANCANELLI:
Get your hands out
of your pockets, Lloyd.
(Erica sighs sensuously)
(smacks lips)
They're dirty.
I detest dirty boots.
(inhaling deeply)
Oh.
Uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh.
First things first.
Nice work...
Mistress.
That is Lilah's
cell number.
Thanks for the loaner.
Oh, you can keep 'em.
Keep 'em.
Half hour.
Half hour?
How long does it take CPA
to trace phone activity?
Half hour?
- Okay, look, she's. - Already got ten hours on us.
- We're losing time. - Uh, what haven't we thought of?
Think outside the box.
We need a lead, Jules.
We need a lead!
(scoffs)
(phone ringing)
Hey, Teresa.
Aw, thank you, baby.
Here now?
Tell me you have something, Ray.
- Um, actually, - that was my daughter.
She's downstairs.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, fine. I just don't get
to see her as much as I'd like.
- You know, her mom is a bit. - Of a pill when it comes to that.
So, um...
I guess I gotta ask
if I could go down there
for five minutes.
Of course, Ray.
No sweat, man.
Mother, I am sorry, okay?
Just... (kissing)
- There's a bunch. - Of kisses for you.
Just call me back, okay?
Hey.
(clears throat)
Um, hey, how did you read
that Prescott guy like that?
And just don't be
coy, just tell me.
The pink undies peeking out
of his pants was a good start.
Oh, yeah.
- But I can usually tell what. - A guy's into, regardless.
It's all in the eyes.
Really? What, what
what am I into then?
Mm. Whatever you can get.
You're desperate.
- Yeah, you're good. - You're really good.
So that guy in there...
He's kind of like
your-your
"bee-yotch," right?
I guess.
Okay, so how about you get
your classy chassis in there
and you command him
to give me 800 bucks?
(scoffs)
Your prison debt
is not my problem.
Erica, he is going to kill me.
- Oh, stop being so dramatic. - What did he actually say?
I am going to kill you.
That ain't good.
(TV playing indistinctly)
Hey.
- Tough man to get. - A hold of today.
- Ah, how you doing, angel? - Good.
Good to see you.
You, too.
Happy birthday.
Oh, thank you.
Look at that.
Is your office doing anything
special for you today?
Yeah, they're blowing up
balloons as we speak.
But it's going okay?
Yeah, I'm actually working
a case right now.
- That's why. - I can't stay too long.
- So you're on track. - To be a marshal again?
Maybe. If the stars line up.
How long do you think
you'll be at the halfway house?
Hopefully,
not too much longer.
Why can't I visit
you there?
Too many lowlifes.
- Well, why can't I. - At least see your office?
Too many lowlifes.
Hey, hey, listen.
It's okay, really.
I'm just trying
to get it all back.
- But sometimes. - I don't feel like I...
I deserve to get it back,
with taking the money
and all, you know?
- But you do. - Deserve it, Dad.
No, all I know
for sure is... I got you.
- And believe me. - When I tell you,
That's all I give a damn about.
Charlie?
Call history came in
on Lilah's phone.
- Anything? - Uh, yeah.
You're not gonna believe
who she's been in contact with.
Oh, man.
Don't worry
about that stuff.
What do you want?
Feedback came in
on Lilah's cell phone.
We're heading there now.
How's it going?
- Hi, I'm Teresa, - Ray's daughter.
Got to go, Ray.
Yeah, hold up a sec.
Thank you for the cake.
Okay.
- So, I'll talk. - To you soon? - Definitely.
Come here.
Don't ever do that.
I don't want cons
around my family.
Hey, you left
- your cell phone on your desk, - and Charlie told me to...
- Did you hear. - What I said?
Did you hear what I said?
Whatever, boss.
(knocking)
- Where's the kid? - He's upstairs. - Taking a nap.
- He's not feeling. - Too well.
- What the hell's. - Going on?
- He's been in communication. - With his mom.
Great. Good job, Stoltz.
She got what she wanted.
- Now there's no. - Move to anticipate.
- Our job just got. - Ten times harder. - We didn't.
- Have the kid under house arrest. - We're just here to protect him.
- This is. - Protecting him?!
- You better take it down. - A peg, Zancanelli.
- I only take heat. - From a real marshal.
- CHARLIE: - Enough!
- When was the last. - Time you saw him?
- Half hour ago. - Let's go.
(sighs)
Thank you, Jules.
No signal on either phone.
- She must have pulled out. - The batteries.
- All right, - what do we already know?
Lilah used three guys to
get to where she is now.
- If I had unlimited women. - On the outside,
- I wouldn't stop using them, - especially now.
She's got her son, she needs
to build a nest somewhere.
- Why not get some sucker. - To pay for it?
Is the kid in there, Lloyd?
Just browsing.
(ringtone playing)
What you got, Jules?
Lucas Harold, the go-kart guy...
Um, nothing from him.
Gabe Prescott,
the guy who licked my boots...
Uh, nothing, really,
in terms of property.
Hold on.
Okay, the first guy
you interviewed, Milt Langley...
He owns rental properties
throughout Jersey.
- Maybe him? - ZANCANELLI: - No, we talked to him.
- He says she broke it off. - With him.
He seemed believable.
Maybe we were wrong.
(pounding on door,
(ringing doorbell)
(pounding continues)
Hey, baby.
My son, Taylor.
Taylor, say hi.
Shake the man's hand.
- Hi. - Hi.
There you go.
- Say, did the. - Police contact you?
- Uh, yeah, - U.S. Marshals did.
And?
Well, I told them
I didn't know where you were.
Beautiful.
- Now, baby, I need. - A huge favor.
- We need to stay in one of. - Your houses for a few weeks.
- You know, some. - Place real quiet.
Lilah, you broke up with me.
I know. I needed you
to be convincing
if the cops reached out.
Baby, I love you.
- I would never want. - To be away from you.
Didn't I, didn't I say to you
that you you had to trust me?
- Didn't you swear to. - Me that you would?
Look, I'll make it
up to you, okay?
We'll do all those
things we talked about.
Lilah, I saw the other guys.
- The pen pals. - Oh...
- Did the marshals. - Tell you that?
They were lying.
No. You lied to me.
Mom, let's just go.
Shut up.
Baby, I would
never lie to you.
I'm sorry.
You're gonna have to leave.
We've got nowhere
else to go, Milt.
Hey, I'm asking
you to leave.
Okay? Just go.
Or I'll call the cops.
Mom? Please.
Mom!
You're gonna
do what, Milt?
Mom, please.
- Just put the gun down. - You're gonna do what?
Please, Mom, no! No!
(ice cream truck playing song,
(Lloyd humming along)
Anything?
- No, just a flier. - For the WNBA.
Are you joking?
The WNBA is
still around?
You can't be serious.
- They've been around. - For the last 12 years.
- You don't get. - The sports page in prison?
Hey, guff it up.
- I love the. - Washington Mystics.
- Yeah. You would. - I do.
Hey, guys.
Yeah?
- Another trait of the. - Manipulative Narcissist.
- Is the inability. - To lose gracefully.
- Her fantasy's collapsed, - so she's lost.
She's coming unhinged.
Looks like
a small caliber pistol.
- Entry wound, - no exit wound.
- (cell phone ringing) - This is empty.
- Hello? - TAYLOR:
Is this the professor guy?
Taylor?
(over speaker):
My mom shot someone.
She's got a gun and she's
talking a lot of crazy stuff.
I think her plan fell apart.
Where are you now?
Some trailer park
the guy she shot owns.
I don't know.
- I'm just worried about her. - And I don't know.
- What to do. - Because she won't listen to me.
Uh, what is she saying?
Stuff like it's over.
(knocking at door, Taylor gasps)
Taylor? I need you.
Don't leave me alone.
- I got to go. - LLOYD: Taylor, listen to me.
- You need to get out. - Of that house.
Your mother might be suicidal
- and if you stay, - you might get hurt, as well.
- (pounding on door) - Taylor!
Taylor!
(rattling doorknob)
Taylor, what are you doing?
Taylor...
Taylor!
I can't just leave her.
Taylor!
(phone beeps off)
Let's go.
All right.
Langley owns 85.
All right, we got to be real
careful about this, guys.
- The key is to get Lilah. - Away from her son,
- So she doesn't have a chance. - To take him out, too.
- When I did bounty. - Work with my dad,
We did plenty of extractions
in trailer parks. I mean,
I've got some ideas.
- We can go in first and... - Listen.
- If it comes down. - To a negotiation,
- Do not let. - Her see you lying.
A person with her disorder
- can't stand. - Being manipulated.
Did you just say
"bounty work"?
- Please just put the gun down. - It's over.
- They're going to find his body. - There's no other way out.
There's always another way out.
- CHARLIE (over P.A.): - Lilah Tompkins,
This is the U.S. Marshals.
I don't want to be
separated from you again.
Do you want
to be separated from me?
No...
Then I have a plan.
Where we can both...
- Where we can both. - Be together forever.
I have some good news.
Milt Langley
survived the shooting.
He will not press charges.
Talk about the
guard thing.
Eddie Vaughan admitted
that he helped you escape.
- In exchange. - For your testimony against him,
You will not face charges.
- What do they think? - I'm some dumb skank?
Mom, just turn yourself in.
You're lying to me!
Mom! Please!
- It's over. - There's no other way out.
You're lying to me.
That is correct.
Gun!
Put the gun down, lady.
Lilah, you don't have
to do this.
Put the gun down.
Don't be stupid.
Put the gun down.
- Mom, please, - just put the gun down.
Don't do this.
- Mom! - Lilah, no!
Put the gun down!
Mom!
(sirens approaching)
Next time, call
for back-up.
From you?
- We wanted to prevent the. - Situation from going bad.
- Did you help yourself. - To anything inside, Ray?
- What? - I mean, you know,
- Check under the mattress. - You never know. - Ray.
Not now.
- You're having a lot of fun, - knowing he can't hit you, right?
But I can.
In the van.
I accept responsibility.
Good. Good for you.
What?
I accept responsibility
for my gambling problem.
But will you do
me one favor?
When they find my body
shanked in a cell,
- will you please. - Tell my mom.
That I hate her?
Will you do that for me?
Sure.
- No. Don't tell her that. - Don't say that to her.
Tell her... Tell her
I'm disappointed.
Yeah. Tell her that I'm
disappointed in her choices.
Okay?
Hey.
I'm, uh, I'm Erica Reed.
- I may have been. - A little rude to you.
The first time we met,
and I apologize.
Okay.
CHARLIE: Erica.
- You should take some charm. - Lessons from her, Charlie.
We need you, Lloyd.
But if you ever
get in debt again
- and jeopardize. - My gig here,
I will harvest one of your
organs with my thumbnail.
This is worth, like, $400, max.
Oh, my God.
(sighs)
It'll be enough.
CHARLIE:
Yes, sir.
I'll do that. Thank you.
Good night.
Sir, that was Knox.
- For once, the. - Man's happy.
Happy, Ray? I'm happy.
Package for Ray...
Zancarelli?
- RAY: - Zancanelli.
Over here.
It's from my daughter.
Open it.
- I'll wait for you. - In the car, man.
Do you remember
what you told me
when I got kicked
out of the academy?
You said
if I didn't give up,
I could find my
way back one day.
How about we do
it together, okay?
Yeah.
Just remember,
- he has a lot of tattoos. - And things, so be careful.
Okay?
It's all up here, baby.
There.
My boy's debt with you?
It's off the books.
(chuckles)
Your boy, huh?
Well, tell your boy
this covers half of it.
- There's an inconvenience. - Fee applied.
That's all of it, Tyler. Watch.
124 Mercer Street,
Brownsville, Brooklyn.
Yeah...
I got your card, bitch.
You ever come
around him again,
you'll be winding that
with your tonsils.
And this will be
the last time
you look me in the
eye around here.
That's what I thought.
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