Breakout Kings

Smile, okay?

Everything's going to be fine.

Smile, okay? Everything's gonna be fine.

Open on 35. Smile.

Okay? Everything's going to be fine.

Lilah.

Warden wants to see you.

Let's go.

Move your ass.

Did you bring it, baby?

Hell yes.

Don't go anywhere.

I wouldn't dream of it.

I could barely sleep last night.

I like the sound of that.

Boy, was I looking forward to coming to work today.

Almost ready...

I think I'm gonna need a ruler.

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.

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.

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.

She's with me. Fire it up, let's go.

The women had their right breasts

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.

What a dick.

Lloyd. Yes.

Let's go. Our work release van is leaving.

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.

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.

Lilah Tompkins was five years into a 25-year

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.

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.

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.

Could you step over here, please?

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?

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.

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. - 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.

Lilah subscribed to two travel magazines,

and had a travel guide to the Caribbean.

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.

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.