(indistinct voices)
MAN (over P.A.):
All visitors must sign in.
Hi, Barry. It's so great
to finally meet you.
Wow. Pictures don't
do you justice.
ANNOUNCER:
Close gate B-1.
Mom!
Mom.
You came.
You look good.
What do you need, Mars?
Must be something big,
- you couldn't ask. - It on the phone.
I-I just...
You said I wasn't
your son anymore.
- You said you wouldn't know me. - If you passed me on the street.
Not unless you gave me an
apology, is what I said.
That's all.
Is...
that why I'm here?
(gasps)
- MAN (in distance): - Get down!
Open the gate! Open it!
- (alarm rings) - Prisoner, drop your weapon.
- MARS: - Open the gate, screw!
Open... the gate!
Take it easy. Let's
talk this through.
Open the gate,
or I open her throat!
- Mars, you're hurting me! - MAN: - Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
Look, I can put you in ad seg,
or I can put you in the ground.
- What's it going to be? - MOTHER: - Mars!
Oh, no!
MAN:
Get down! Down, down, down!
I can't get a clear shot.
Hold your fire.
I'm sorry, Mom.
(people scream)
No...!
O'Connell!
Get down now!
There's number one!
(man shouting)
Wanna try for number two?
Get the doc!
- Open the gate. - Sergeant...
- There's kids. - In there! Open it!
(lock buzzing)
- MAN: - Let them through! - Let them through!
- Where's your keys? - Right there.
Get 'em!
- MAN: - Stand back! Move, move.
- Eyes on them, - eyes on them!
Which car is yours?
Red one over here!
GUARD:
She's bleeding out...
MAN: We need an ambulance!
Get a doctor!
- (cries out) - Go, go, go!
Drive!
(tires screech)
Starla!
Marlon O'Connell,
aka "Mars."
He was doing a one-year bid for
trespassing and petty larceny.
Needed a few things
and wasn't discouraged
- by the fact the hardware. - Store was closed.
- Now, this guy's a lowlife. - And a chronic loser,
But he's never displayed
violent tendencies
- until this morning, - when he killed his mother.
In a visiting yard in Wallkill,
then escaped with a hostage.
He killed his mother?
- The police found. - The hostage's car abandoned.
About a half a mile away,
no signs of O'Connell.
Must have had a ride waiting
he had outside help.
(Shea and Lloyd murmuring)
Shea! This better
be about the case.
Why are you trying to make me
wear these Seinfeld sneakers?
Shea, you think I go out
shopping for your clothes?
- Julianne gets the clothes that. - You all wear. And you'll wear.
Tissue boxes on your feet
if she gives them to you.
I'm just saying, where's
like a Herb in these.
- CHARLIE: - We have a dead civilian.
- And a hostage to. - Worry about, okay?
Now...
This is some bullshit.
The hostage's name
is Starla Roland.
- She was visiting another inmate. - That she met online.
- O'Connell could have. - Left her with her car.
Must still have a use for her.
- Drain her bank account; - something like that?
- Jules, what's the story. - With Starla?
She lives in Montrose
with her parents, it looks like:
Perry and Sandra Roland.
CHARLIE:
Out where her bank account is. D.
That's not going to work;
Of paper in there. Ieces
(hole punch slams)
(phone dialing)
WOMAN (over phone):
Hello.
(phone hangs up)
- (dial tone) - ZANCANELLI: - What the hell's that?
- CHARLIE: - That's weird.
Well, how far is Montrose?
ZANCANELLI:
Lloyd, you stay
in the car.
(doorbell chimes)
WOMAN:
Help! In here! Help!
Oh! Thank goodness.
I fell.
- CHARLIE: - Ray! All clear.
- You okay? - Yes.
- Here, let me. - Help you up.
Where is he?
Is he here?
Who?
They're not here, Ray.
She just fell out of her chair
going to get the phone.
Well, she's not his hostage.
She's his girlfriend.
What will it do?
I don't know.
I heard it'll take
a man's head clean off.
Baby!
Mrs. Roland, Starla
isn't only implicated
in O'Connell's escape,
- but she's also an. - Accessory to murder.
I can't believe
that she knew
that he was going to kill his
mother; She couldn't have.
- You do accept that. - Your daughter.
Was a willing participant
in his escape.
My stepdaughter, actually.
Her mother died years ago.
But I raised her as a daughter,
until I got sick.
And now.
Starla takes care of me.
She's a good girl.
But that Mars... he changed her.
(door opens)
Perry!
Are you
okay?
Thank you very much for
leaving work early and
talking to us, Mr. Roland.
- MR. ROLAND: - I just heard more of the details - On the radio, and I'm sorry,
We're not talking to you.
Not without a lawyer, uh-uh.
- My daughter. - Is a good girl.
- Your wife tells. - A different story.
What did you
say to them?
Nothing.
She is a good girl.
But she gets involved
with the wrong type...
MR. ROLAND:
So she has a thing
for bad boys. So what?
- Perry, you have. - To admit...
Mars was not like
the other boys.
- How long did they date. - Before he was arrested?
Four weeks?
Weeks?
We thought his legal troubles
would put an end to it,
but she became even more
obsessed with him.
Not another word.
Not without a lawyer.
Anyone asks,
we never saw this.
I had a friend at county pull.
- Mars O'Connell's juvenile. - Records.
Supposed to be sealed.
(distant siren wails)
ERICA:
Jules, uh,
- just out of curiosity, - what's the...
What's the story
with you and Ray?
Story?
Yeah, I thought
you two had a...
No, not at all.
'Cause I'm around
four men in my life.
Charlie's married,
Shea is as good
as married, and...
Lloyd is... Lloyd.
But you're, uh...
- you're telling me. - Ray's available?
Uh... yeah.
Interesting.
SHEA:
Check this out.
At 11,
Mars was cited for shooting a
neighbor's cat with a BB gun.
At 13, he was cited for making
threatening phone calls
- to a teacher. - At 15...
He was arrested for burning down
a homecoming float.
- What? Those are Little. - Rascal crimes.
Oh, really?
- Well, it's not about. - The crimes, Spanky.
- It's what it tells us about. - Mars: Arm-length aggression,
He's a loner, dad's not
in the picture, you know?
- And then you pair him up. - With Starla. Hey Julianne,
- Do we know how. - Starla's mom died?
- That's got to factor. - Into this somehow.
- JULIANNE (over phone): - I'm trying to find out.
- Everything I can about Starla, - but it's not easy.
She doesn't have
a criminal record.
See, personalities
are like molecules,
and some molecules react
with one another, sometimes
quickly and dramatically.
- You know, take Charlie. - And Shea, for instance.
I don't have a problem
with Shea.
- Okay, two dark-skinned. - Men: One of them,
Born in poverty, and
driven to a life of crime
- by a cultural mistrust. - Of authority;
- The other, college-educated, and. - Working for the same government.
That enslaved his people.
Do you have a point?
- If you bring. - Those together,
They are predictably
explosive. Boom!
- Finish. - LLOYD: - Okay.
Mars O'Connell and Starla.
Roland, on the other hand,
- they fell hard for each other, - and that.
Is a synthesis reaction.
It's two simple compounds
combining to create
something altogether new.
Now, it's a passive female,
finally defies her parents,
she goes rebel. And then
a latently aggressive male
- finally crosses over. - To overt violence.
- Because she validates and. - Encourages his basest fantasies.
Now, the only question is, how
far do those fantasies extend?
- So, you think. - There'll be more bodies?
- JULIANNE: - Guys? Two weeks ago,
Starla went to Pennsylvania
and bought a gun.
Yeah, I'm guessing more bodies.
MARS:
Good afternoon.
(screaming, gunshots)
(indistinct police radio
(transmission)
CHARLIE:
Everybody ran as fast and
as far as they could,
including the cashier.
- Nobody saw which. - Way they went,
- Or what kind of car. - They were driving.
- She posed. - No threat.
They had access
to the register.
They killed her
for the hell of it.
- These are spree killers, you. - Guys: Starkweather and Fugate,
- Bonnie and Clyde, - Klebold and Harris.
Two unremarkable people
who cross paths
and the result
is bloodshed.
Bad chemistry.
Yeah, like I was saying, uh,
aluminum and iron oxide.
- Individually, they're stable; - you mix them together,
You get thermite,
and that starts a fire
- that you can't put out. - SHEA: (laughs) - How'd that conversation go?
"Hey good-looking!"
"Why don't you finish"
that chocotini,
and we'll go
"kill a hobo."
LLOYD:
Yeah, more or less.
The dominant person seeks out
someone who shares
his sick view of the world.
ZANCANELLI: How do you make
that girl into a murderer?
The same girl who nurses
her ailing mother?
Ah, that makes it easier
to flip her. I mean,
Starla's a grown woman,
- but for the past ten years. - She's been giving stepmom.
Sponge baths and wiping her ass.
- She's looking for a dominant. - Male in the mold of her father;
Someone to take her away
from all this. In walks Mars.
Charlie, did the guy in
the kitchen overhear
anything useful?
What guy in the kitchen?
ERICA:
This guy.
(whimpering)
- CHARLIE: - His name's Patrick Malloy.
He's got two kids.
And that's his wife.
She's in that body bag
right there.
No wonder he won't talk.
- He's probably got. - A wicked case.
Of survivor guilt.
He was in there
for the whole thing, Lloyd.
- Mr. Malloy, I can. - Only imagine.
What you're going
through right now,
but we really need
to know what you saw
and heard in there.
There's a bird called
the Nepalese egret.
And the Nepalese egret
builds her nest
in the riverbank
to keep her eggs warm.
But that leaves them
vulnerable to crocodiles.
But when a croc does attack,
the egret does
something kind of strange;
She flies away.
- She flies away, - Mr. Malloy,
Because she knows that
if she stays to fight,
- the crocodile. - Will kill her.
And there'll be no one
to look after the eggs
that do survive.
Those two people
had a gun.
If you stayed to fight,
who would have looked
after your kids?
You did the right thing.
And I know that you are
in an incredible amount
of pain right now, but
we need your help, sir.
ERICA:
What's Mars looking at?
By the display rack.
Pamphlets.
Tourist trap stuff.
- ZANCANELLI: - What, they going. - Sightseeing?
- CHARLIE: - He said they took. - His wife's keys.
And drove away in
her car, a blue Rav 4.
Here's her license plate.
I'll get Jules on it.
- You got blood on. - Your Seinfeld shoes.
- ERICA: - Lloyd, did that. - Guy overhear Mars.
- And Starla. - Saying anything?
- No. Yes. - Uh, she said something.
About a roll in the hay
after they were done.
A roll in the hay?
Yeah.
Good place to lay low in
the off-season.
CHARLIE:
There's the blue Rav 4.
Erica, you and me, let's go
flush 'em out.
What, and I just gotta sit in
the car?
- Since when do you ever. - Want to get involved, Shea?
- Fine. They could be. - Anywhere up in there.
You could use my help.
But you're the man.
You say sit, I sit.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hold on a second.
- We need somebody out here. - To cover the entrance.
And wait for backup. Got it?
(car door shuts)
Got it.
- Here's everything. - I have so far on.
- Mars O'Connell. - And Starla Roland.
I'll look for more.
- Get to work, Lloyd. We need to. - Find a pattern before these two.
Kill again.
Like I've been saying,
there's not gonna be a pattern.
- They're just gonna kill whenever. - The opportunity presents itself.
So we're either gonna need
dumb luck to catch these guys
or just wait for Starla
to turn on Mars.
I don't see that happening.
- Yeah, it will. - The submissive partner is.
- Less immune to guilt than. - The dominant one.
- So, eventually, - she's gonna start. - Feeling bad about.
- The killings. - And look for a way. - To undermine Mars' plans.
- We're not going to wait for her. - Conscience to kick in.
- Huh? - Sit down. - Get to work.
Yeah, okay.
(sighs)
- Lloyd? - Mm-hmm?
Um, could I ask your advice
about something?
Mm-hmm.
If there was someone
I felt strongly about,
and, um, there was
only a brief window
of opportunity
to make my feelings known...
You-You mean, like, you,
you only have
- occasional access. - To this person...?
- Sort of. - Okay.
You know, given
- the issues that I've. - Been working through.
And the fact that I'm...
You should go for it.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
- Because... - You know, - A healthy. - Relationship.
- Moves you into the. - Adult ego state,
Which grounds you for...
(clears throat)
The short answer is
that, yes, you should go for it.
You sure?
Completely.
- (whispers): - Ow...
CHARLIE:
Any one of you tries
- to escape, - you'll all get sent back.
- To where we found you, - sentences doubled.
(keys click in ignition)
You see anything?
Go tell the others. Here.
REPORTER (over radio):
Killing at least 49 soldiers
and 13 civilians.
Damage to the base
is said to be heavy...
Must be the winter
superintendent.
Wallet's missing. No key ring.
They must have got in
his vehicle.
♪ ♪
(moaning)
- STARLA: - Uh-oh, I think we're in trouble.
(Starla giggles)
(giggling)
- MARS: - Shh, shh, shh, shh.
You can't park here.
Come on out.
♪ ♪
(gunshot)
We got the officer's
dashboard cam footage.
It uploads remotely.
All right, shut it off.
LLOYD:
Shh, I can't hear.
You know how it ends!
- Shut it off! - You want to know what.
These two are capable of,
you gotta watch this, Ray.
(gunshot)
These two are going down.
- Mars O'Connell. - And Starla Roland have.
So far racked up four bodies.
- Now, the media's. - Only reporting three,
- Because they don't know. - About the park superintendent.
- We're hoping that if O'Connell. - And Roland don't know.
- That we found the body, - then they might try.
- To use one. - Of his credit cards.
- Uh, there's still. - No hits on those.
The execution of New Jersey.
State Trooper Glen Randall
- has made this. - An extremely high profile case.
- Right, 'cause it ain't a big. - Deal until a cop gets capped.
Let me explain to you what
should motivate you, Shea.
- There are over. - A dozen state.
- And federal agencies working. - On this case right now,
- So if the "Breakout Kings" - don't crack it,
- You don't get your month. - Why are you.
Always riding my ass, man?
Oh, I can explain that to you.
Shut up, Lloyd.
They finally found the police
cruiser in Wanaque,
- New Jersey, sunk. - In the reservoir.
- No wonder the transponder. - Wasn't working.
- So they must've stolen. - Another ride,
But nothing's
been reported.
- Okay, so they're still roughly. - Moving south. How are we.
- Supposed to know. - What they're gonna do next.
- If we can't predict. - Their next move?
Um, I-I've been compiling a list
of Mars' known associates,
and it turns out that while
he was awaiting trial,
he spent three weeks in a cell
with Harry Lee Reddin.
- SHEA: - The bankrobber?
- They put him in. - Sing Sing with me.
Consecutive life sentences
for killing them tellers.
No joke. Dude's a badass.
- Ray's the one who brought him in. - When he ran.
Uh, it caught my eye
because of the
fairgrounds thing.
Uh, Reddin hid out for a few
days in a ski resort in July.
- Yeah, he was also a stickler. - For changing up cars.
- At least once a day, - just like these two.
Mars must have been taking
some lessons from him.
- Why don't you go see. - If Reddin can shed.
- Some light on. - Mars' intentions?
- He won't be happy. - To see me. - If you need a hand,
I can tag along.
A little eye candy
never hurt a negotiation.
Ray, wait up.
I'll, uh, print you
a map to the prison.
- Sing Sing? Jules, I. - Been there a hundred times.
Don't worry about it.
Okay. Well, uh, then
good luck.
What was that?
That, that wasn't, um...
Th... I wasn't, uh...
I didn't...
- CHARLIE: Zancanelli, - let's go!
Gotta run.
Hey, you okay?
Mm-hmm.
(bell ringing in distance)
Sorry for pimping
you out like this.
If things get creepy,
you let me know.
I appreciate it, Ray.
And if he wigs me out,
I'll give you my safe word.
But don't worry.
I've never needed it before.
GUARD:
Open the interrogation room!
(buzzer sounds)
Aw, Zancanelli,
you can kiss my ass.
What's up with you, Angelina?
Mango.
How you been, Harry?
Assume you heard
- of Mars O'Connell? - Man, I ain't telling you dick.
- Look, Reddin, - this is what
I could do for you
if you cooperate:
I could get you into
the prison GED program.
Great, so I can
train to be a dental assistant.
You'll get one hour
a week of internet access.
We could arrange it so
- the guards turn off. - The content filters.
- ERICA: You can go. - To any site you want.
Till your forearm seizes up.
You gonna put that in writing?
ZANCANELLI:
Come on, you know
I'm good for it.
Tell me about Mars.
This guy's pulling moves
right out of your playbook.
Writing a playbook of
his own, sounds like.
Well, did Mars share any
fantasies about killing people?
- You know, going. - Hog wild like this?
He didn't share a lot.
Didn't have much personality
at all. I sure never
figured him
for a psycho.
Well, come on.
Give me something.
- You spent three weeks. - With this guy.
- Yeah, but I did. - All the talking.
- He asked me like a million. - Questions, you know,
How to keep on the run
so long, but...
- I never thought. - Anything of it.
- All the cons want. - To hear that stuff.
So what'd you tell him?
How to get some easy cash.
How I hit those resorts
in the off-season.
Told him when the heat's hot,
you gotta hole up a while.
That's how I kept you
at bay, dumb guinea.
You call me that again,
- and you'll lose your teeth. - Along with your internet.
You hear me?
Easy, Ray.
ZANCANELLI:
What else about Mars?
I told him to
establish a routine.
Get everyone thinking that
they know what your next
move's gonna be,
then break the routine.
By the time they figure it
out, you're a puff of smoke.
- Like how you robbed. - Five banks in one week,
Then busted into that
beach house to kick back?
Yeah, like that.
And I told him, if you're
going to sit awhile,
you might as well
pick someplace nice.
(giggling)
(squeals, giggles)
(giggling)
(indistinct radio chatter)
Shotgun's missing from the rack.
Great.
Still no reports of a vehicle
stolen from the vicinity?
For all we know, they hitched
their way out of here.
- Maybe, but that hasn't. - Been their M.O.
So far. I mean, they
just take what they want.
- They're breaking. - Their routine.
- What are you. - Mumbling about?
That's how Reddin got
the cops off his tail.
He established a routine,
and broke it without warning.
- I mean, these guys stole, what, - four different cars to get here?
We're busy looking
for the next one.
But there isn't one.
- So what are you saying? - They're still in the area?
ERICA:
Hey, come check this out.
Another thing Reddin said is
when it's time to lay low,
find someplace nice.
High-end subdivision?
How far do you think
they're willing to walk?
- SHEA: - Criminals are lazy,
- So any of these. - Houses would do.
- So let's say they. - Walk 15 minutes, tops,
- Average walking speed. - Is three miles per hour,
Which gives us a radius
of what? Um...
What's the, what's the formula
to find the area of a circle?
Do I look like Lloyd?
It's roughly 2 miles.
- Housing densities we got. - Around here? That gives us
2,000 doors to knock on. We got
to be more efficient than that.
- Well, they're just not going. - To pick any old house.
- They're going to pick. - Houses that don't... - CHARLIE: - Don't tell us.
- Tell them. - Excuse me.
CHARLIE:
Can I get your attention,
please, everyone?
This is Shea Dan...
Hof... nagle.
Shea Hofnagle.
- Shea is a. - Convicted felon.
Who has chosen to
generously lend his expertise
- to the U.S. Marshals. - He's going to tell you.
What to look out for.
Mr. Hofnagle?
A'ight.
- You want to blow. - Right past any crib.
- That has an alarm. - Company sign out front.
- Hey. Buddy. - Eyes here.
- OFFICER: - Sorry.
- You're looking for something. - Nice and private.
So the neighbors can't see
you jimmy a window. Feel me?
So we looking for fences,
bad exterior lighting...
Oh! And look for houses
with no dead patches
on the lawn.
No dead patches
means no dogs.
(chuckling)
You know, all my life I got
- people like you. - Looking down on me.
Bunch of rich bitches.
MARS:
Now you're looking up
at me, aren't you?
You know, my mom worked
three jobs just to feed me?
(whimpers)
How many jobs you got, huh?
Let me guess. Zero?
- Except maybe. - Spreading your legs.
- For this one every. - Other Thursday.
Birthdays and special
occasions included?
How about you, Sparky?
Oh, I think Haley
has something to say.
Let's hear her out.
- Please. We have lots. - And lots of nice stuff.
- Please just take what. - You want and go.
- MARS (imitating Haley): - Go!
- (laughs) - Go?
- Oh, no, we're. - Not going yet.
We got very special
plans for you people.
Isn't that right, Starla?
First, I have some
errands to run.
Sweetheart,
where'd you put the
keys to the Mercedes?
- JULIANNE: - Wow.
Lloyd, look at this.
Starla's mother died
in a car accident
- when Starla was. - Eight years old. - Yikes. That's right.
In the sweet spot
of a child's moral and
emotional development.
Starla was with her when they
got hit by a truck. The car
- was wedged underneath. - The cab of the semi.
Paramedics had to use the.
Jaws of Life to get Starla out.
And after her mother died,
they had to saw through her body
in order to extricate
eight-year-old Starla
- and rescue her. - From the vehicle.
- Jesus, no wonder she. - Has a death fixation.
(computer beeps)
Someone just used the fair
superintendent's ATM card.
Right inside our
search area.
(siren wails)
(tires screeching)
Yeah. Establish a perimeter.
Watch every exit.
No one gets in or out.
All right.
That's her.
That's Starla!
(tires squealing)
(horns honking)
Where is he?
Where's who?
- You know who I'm talking. - About. Where is he?
Where's Waldo?
Some rope, bleach, staple gun.
What are you sickos up to?
MAN: It's not about
inter-agency bullshit.
We're all trying to catch a guy
who killed that trooper.
LLOYD: Hey, hey...
- I appreciate that. You and your. - Guys will get a crack at Starla.
- As soon as our specialist. - Is done with her.
- Hey, Charlie. Could you please. - Explain to this cretin.
That I'm one of you guys?
- CHARLIE: - You're not one of us,
- But it's okay, - cut him loose.
There you go.
What's your plan?
LLOYD:
I'm going to play
on her guilt, okay?
- Once the submissive. - Partner's caught,
She invariably tries to
blame the other one, right?
- Uh, say she was forced. - Into it, whatever.
Well, she hasn't yet.
- Just give it. - Some time, Ray.
- No, Lloyd, we. - Don't have time.
- That psychopath is. - Still out there.
She's still under his spell.
And it's your job
to break it.
Let's go.
HALEY:
You know, we have another car,
if you want to go look for her.
Maybe she took off.
Shut your face!
I felt his presence before
I ever even laid eyes on him.
LLOYD:
You know, Starla, uh...
the less cooperative you are,
the more trouble
you're going to be in.
- Then he smiled. - At me, and he said,
"My name is Mars, and
I've had my eye on you."
The second I heard that name,
I knew he was the one.
Mars and Starla? I mean,
tell me that doesn't
imply some sort of
cosmic connection.
- Anything for you in. - That mailbox, Shea?
- There was no answer. - I was just checking.
To see if they'd brought
in the mail... Yo!
Oh, are you serious?
Turn around.
CHARLIE: Man, those are
some ugly shoes.
- Hit every house in a ten-block. - Radius of the shopping plaza.
Maybe she drove there?
- Dumped the car once. - Your boys showed up.
- So the registration wouldn't. - Lead them to the house.
We'll go wider.
Starla, did you know that, uh...
Mars was going to
kill his own mother?
How'd you feel when you
saw him slit her throat?
Does it bother you
to think about that?
It didn't bother Mars.
She was his mother.
- What about the woman in. - The convenience store?
The state trooper?
Why did they deserve to die?
- They didn't deserve. - To live.
They didn't have what
it takes to survive
in this world.
- Only those with the. - Strength to take a life.
- Deserve to have. - A life at all.
Is that what Mars told you?
Do you know that Mars is
the ancient god of war?
This is Ellie Kearns.
Look at me when
I'm talking.
She stood by and did nothing
- while her husband. - Raped and murdered.
A string of college students
30 years ago.
This is her today.
- Serving a life. - Sentence because.
- She could've stopped. - Him, and didn't.
And every year she blubbers
to the parole board,
and every year they send her
packing. That's going to be you,
if you don't give up Mars.
Would you like...
some water?
It's right here.
Ray.
Could I, uh, talk to you
for a quick second, please?
(clearing throat)
I don't think she's
going to turn on Mars.
Why not? You said the submissive
partner eventually...
I know what I said, but...
Listen to her, okay?
Look at her behavior.
She turns her body.
She makes you go
around to face her
- on her terms. You get in her. - Grill, she challenges.
- Your dominance by staring you. - Straight in the eye.
She doesn't even think
to push her glass closer
so I can fill it.
- Ray, nine times out of ten. - The male partner.
Is the one who drives
these murderous dyads,
but not in this situation.
She's the dominant
one, all right?
- She is calling. - All the shots.
Lloyd, she's like
a buck-oh-six.
- I know, but, Ray, her parents. - Said she went through.
- A whole series. - Of delinquent boyfriends.
Before she settled
on Mars, right?
She was auditioning
potential killers.
I said before, she was
looking for a dominant
male like her father.
No, she takes after her father.
She's the strong one.
Which means Mars... the
monster that she created...
Is out there running around
- without anybody. - To rein him in.
- And he's scared. - And he's desperate.
- And if he has. - Hostages, Ray...
You know what, screw this.
I'm going to pull
the car back around.
You keep an eye on her.
What are you going to do?
Okay, fruit loop,
- you don't want. - To give us Mars?
I'm going to drag you
up and down every cul-de-sac
in that subdivision
screaming his name.
And when he sees you
with my gun in your mouth,
he's going
to show himself.
HALEY:
She's gone, okay?
But maybe that's
a good thing.
It means that you don't have
to listen to her anymore,
and that you can...
She doesn't tell me what to do!
I didn't mean that.
All that I meant was...
Look, all of you get up.
Go down to the basement.
What? Why?
Why do you think?
(whimpering)
Get up!
Maybe she's lost.
These neighborhoods
all look the same. It's...
- She's just. - Lost, that's all.
And if you do this
without asking her...
You should give her
a little more time.
Like, maybe like this height...
I need a badge
or something, man.
(phone ringing)
- That's the third time. - These fools.
- Pegged me for. - A Jehovah's Witness.
Julianne, what's up?
Charlie, Ray's got a plan.
All right.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Charlie.
Yeah, we're about to leave.
- Unless you got. - A better idea.
- LLOYD: - You know, Starla, I uh...
I know how your
mother died.
- Seminal moment. - Of your childhood...
- Just watching life. - Escape from a body.
So now, every time
that you kill,
you're reliving the
last few moments you had
with your mother. It's...
Yeah, okay.
Yeah, I'll be careful.
It must be awful.
Wait.
- Easy, now. - Oh, easy yourself.
You want to know
where Mars is?
(gun hammer cocking)
All right,
I'll take you
right to him.
Oh... feces.
- Hey, Ray, Ray, - great plan, man.
- Move. - Really great plan.
- Are you soft. - In the head?
- Shut up or I'll. - Snap you in half.
- You'll snap... When will you. - Snap me in half? 'Cause maybe.
- You haven't noticed yet, - but we're about to die.
- If she gets us in this house, - we're going to die.
- Shut up! - Lloyd, keep. - Your cool, man.
- You are a meatball. - This sucks! This sucks, Ray!
Do something!
You know what? He's right.
I think I'll just
disarm you out here.
Keep moving.
I'll do it.
I'm not so sure.
If she doesn't,
I will.
Inside.
Look, baby, U.S. Marshals.
I'm not a U.S. Marshal.
I'm a criminal. I'm
one of you guys.
Move!
Why don't you let these people
go? We'll take their place.
Why don't you speak
for yourself, Ray?
Get on your knees.
Keep your hands up!
ZANCANELLI:
At least let the kids go.
They don't need to see this.
(gun cocking)
My death's on
your hands, Ray.
- I'm holding you. - Responsible for this.
- Get 'em, Mars. - Do 'em both.
- Don't listen. - To her, Mars.
It was her idea,
we know that.
Pull the damn trigger!
Why don't you do it yourself?
Why won't she do it herself?
STARLA:
You don't think I can?
Think again.
(gun cocking)
(click)
It's a trap! Shoot 'em, Mars!
Shoot 'em!
(yelling)
(clamoring shouts)
- ZANCANELLI: - It's about time.
(pistol slide racking)
(handcuffs clicking)
- MARS: - It was her idea.
I didn't want to do
any of it for real.
It was all just talk,
but she...
What the hell happened?
I dropped the
keys on purpose
- so she'll lead us here. - And what happened?
- You guys stopped. - For a smoothie?
- We almost ate lead. - Julianne had. - To track your phone.
It takes a minute.
Let's go.
You telling me that
you let her escape?
I didn't tell you because I
needed it to feel authentic.
- The gun wasn't. - Loaded, Lloyd.
That's a great plan, Ray.
What about his gun, huh?
That's a fair criticism.
(all sobbing)
Yeah.
Look, man, if I hadn't
spotted Starla...
There's no way we would
have gotten there in time.
I think I earned the right
not to wear these anymore.
Fair enough.
Shea.
- I want you. - To understand.
That I don't distinguish
between shades of color in here.
Color?
Man, I look at you and
the only color I see is blue.
And that's cool.
As long as I get my months off.
You're getting your months off.
Hey, about what happened
at the coffee machine...
Oh, that.
I was... I was just trying
to give you a kiss on the cheek.
And then you moved
your head, and...
I'm just...
I know, right.
Um... I'm sorry.
Come here.
(distant siren wailing)
I should have known.
I knew it.
I hate being a bridesmaid.
What's going on?
You used me, Raymond.
Yeah, I did.
Effectively.
You should have told me
what the plan was.
- Instead of panicking, - I could have helped.
- Your panicking. - Is what sold it.
No, you used me, selfishly.
And you're doing
the same shit
with Julianne.
- What are you. - Talking about?
I'm talking about the fact
that anybody with an eyeball
- can see that she has. - A thing for you.
- And you exploit. - That for what,
- To get her on the team, - to keep her focused...?
Are you out of your mind?
We're close because
I was there when she got.
DQ'd from the academy.
And I've been trying to get that
kid back on her feet ever since.
- So you get your. - Facts straight.
But you don't need to dangle
a relationship carrot
in front of her face
just to get her to
do good work, okay?
- That is self-serving. - And it's damaging, Ray.
You're sping
out, Lowe.
Try and get it together.
What's your problem?
- JULIANNE: - Guys?
The van to Maybelle is waiting.
(door closes)
(sighs)
Come here, just buy her
some flowers, Lowery.
And keep me out of it.
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