Breakout Kings

Hey!

When you gonna be done?

Shit, boss, transmission's shot.

Four days. Maybe more.

Make it three or go to the hole.

Seriously, Warden's up my ass on this.

Fine, but I'm gonna need some help.

Fischer's got the skills.

Hey, mouth breather. Get over here.

Fischer, you're reassigned.

This car's top priority for both of you.

Get it done. Three days.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for looking out.

You got it.

Good to go down here.

I'm just about finished, too.

Gotta tighten down the compression valve.

Make sure it's perfect.

The warden's wife and his mother are driving it out.

351, inbound. Five minutes ETA.

Hold up!

Thank you.

Oh, no, not me. I don't sit in the front.

Not the way she drives.

When is the last time you cleaned this thing?

Looks like a tornado rolled right through it.

Cruz, Fischer, where the hell are you guys?!

Hey, you better get the hell out here and clean this mess up.

Oh, my God, the seat's moving!

The what's moving?

You, know what, Mom? You're officially senile.

Congratulations.

Will you stop?! Open the door!

Will you just...? Oh, my God!

I need your purse and your phone.

Sorry, granny.

Lowery, Floyd, clear for visitation.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I'm ready to talk about...

what was on my computer.

The articles...

concerning Gary Margolis...

and how that pertains to me.

Okay. Um...

let's start with, first of all, this is huge that you're here.

I'm letting go and trusting you, Lloyd.

Okay.

Who's Gary Margolis?

When I was eight, Margolis kidnapped my cousin.

We were walking back from the park

to her house.

He pulled up in a van and...

tried to grab me.

I broke free and ran.

I thought that she was right behind me.

That was the last time I saw her.

That's awful. I'm so sorry.

You're familiar with the term "Survivor's Guilt"?

All right, well, I'm just gonna

say a statement, Julianne,

and you tell me if you agree or disagree:

You deserve to be happy

because what happened is not your fault.

I disagree with the first part...

and I've never thought about the second part you said.

Try to think about it now.

Um...

It's Ray. We have a runner.

Great. But, wait, listen.

Now, you have turned a corner here, Julianne.

We both know this.

Promise me that even if you get scared,

you'll keep pushing forward.

I promise.

Hey...

mister.

Did I see Jules at Maybelle earlier?

I... don't know.

See? That's why you suck at gambling.

You have the worst poker face ever.

The Doc finally scammed a conjugal?

She was probably just registering our time off

with the warden, you guys.

Uh-huh. Bow chica bow-wow.

The only visitor I had this morning was my mother,

and I don't discuss conjugals, so...

Wait. That came out wrong. Wait.

All right, let's get moving. Meet our runner Benny Cruz.

An OG in the Eastside Royal gang,

serving life for the murder of two rival gang bangers.

Cruz killed a fellow inmate in the prison motor pool,

and then escaped in a car with the warden's wife

and mother inside.

Both were left unharmed. He did steal their purses.

No hits yet on the credit cards or cell phones.

They're lucky he didn't kill them, too.

He might as well have.

He messed with the Warden's family...

Trust me, Cruz is a dead man when he gets caught.

He's already a dead man. He has got lung cancer.

Stage-four small cell.

Prison hospital records indicate he's got two,

maybe three months to live.

Then we better get cracking

and find him before he croaks

and we don't get our month off for capturing his ass.

The most dangerous runners are the ones

that got nothing to lose.

Okay, so we got a bar of soap. Don't drop that, hmm?

Uh, pomade. Classy.

Two-month-old newspaper. Timely.

A Bible with underlined passages. Hmm.

And... Oh, it looks like we have a budding Michelangelo.

St. Michael the Archangel.

Yeah, he's a real Renaissance man.

To be a fugitive's hard enough when you're healthy.

The state this guy's in, he doesn't have a shot.

That's not entirely true, Dr. Do Very Little,

because with some cancers you're as healthy as an ox

till the day you die.

If I only had a couple of months to live,

I'd break out, too.

Do everything I always wanted to but never got a chance.

Your bucket list?

My what?

Your bu... uh, bucket list.

From the movie.

It's an outstanding film.

Never heard of it.

Look, he's still a gang banger

who probably hasn't set foot outside

where he grew up near Morningside Park.

It's not like he's gonna move to Paris

to live out his last days.

He has one surviving relative, an uncle.

Yeah, who's also a high-ranking gang member of the Royals.

No way he's telling us anything.

We shouldn't go see that guy.

Also because you had beef with the Royals?

And there's that, too.

From your gangster days, is that what we're talking about, Shea?

Eee...

We're going to see the uncle.

Get dressed.

Hey, so, I think that our next step should be something...

Lowery! Let's go.

Let me have a pack of gum.

Strawberry if you got it.

Can I get a receipt?

You gonna write off a pack of gum?

Every little bit counts.

Car's done!

She looks good.

What the hell are you doing?

I need your car.

Ray, we're in prime Royal gang territory.

I'm not down with this.

You'll be all right.

The Royals are like Southern rednecks.

They hate three things: black people,

the police and black people.

If one of them recognizes me,

I'll be dead before Cruz.

That's why you're staying in the car.

Anything happens, you got Lloyd here for backup.

Are you serious?

Ooh, I can handle street gangs, buddy.

I was in a production of West Side Story

and I will be a Jet from my first cigarette

to my last dying day.

I'm a dead man.

Hey, what's up?

I'm looking for a Roberto Menchaca.

Yo, Roberto!

A cop's here.

They're called, uh, police officers, young man.

U.S. Marshal, actually.

Where's your customer service?

You like some water, soda... cerveza?

No. I want to talk about your nephew, Benny...

in private.

If I had a few months to live,

I've narrowed my wishes down to three.

Yeah, my wish is that I wasn't sitting here

like black target practice right now.

First, is to play in the World Series of Poker,

proudly...

proudly wearing...

a flame shirt.

Knock yourself out, Lloyd.

Shea, what would be your dying wish?

I'll take my girl to the penthouse of the Plaza,

pull down the blinds and ride it out till the end.

Which might be coming soon, if you don't pay attention.

These dudes don't play.

"Ride it out"... is that a double entendre?

Yeah.

Whoa. Look at this.