Bad Voodoo

- Will you please stop that, Amelia?

I'm trying to read.

Sorry Becca.

I think about them every day,

every night when I go to sleep.

- Did you even win your game? - Of course I did.

Did you even watch it?

Nope.

Too busy reading Shakespeare?

"Titus Andronicus."

- "Titus Andronicus" - Sweet tender, John.

You know, my selfishness caused him to leave.

Blamed him.

It was, it was never his fault.

The pain that I feel

and the tightness in my chest,

wishing that I could go back and change things,

you know, change it

so we can all be together again like we were, a family.

- Dad. - Dad!

Okay, Lucinda, save me.

Yes.

You've made a real breakthrough here, Abigail.

You've made a lot of progress releasing the blame on John.

By land, by fire, by Earth.

And you are one with us.

With love together, we will conquer all pain

and release all grief.

Abigail, you are loved.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, Abigail.

There's no bigger tragedy in the entire universe

than to lose a child.

You must atone and take accountability for your actions.

Abigail, it's the only way you'll be at peace.

Amelia, Amelia.

- Abby. I'm sorry to disturb you so late.

What are you doing here?

- Abby, there's been a prison break.

Last known sighting has them in this jurisdiction

heading our way.

If you want, I can sweep the perimeter.

Marcus.

- Let me get a detail here, at least.

- Marcus. - What?

There are easier ways for you

to stalk me other than just parking

outside my house all night.

You gotta stop with this overly protective

brotherly act you have going on.

It's fucking creepy.

Alright, goodnight Abby.

If I get any more reports, I'll swing--

Just go. Come on.

- I'll swing by. - Goodnight.

- Channel Four News here, and we report breaking news.

A violent prison break has left one guard severely

hospitalized and four dangerous fugitives

on the loose.

The brazen escape has the county on edge.

Police are advising everyone to stay inside their homes

and lock their doors.

Now we've just received word

that the four escaped felons were convicted

of multiple murders.

Police have set up roadblocks on all major roads,

but there are concerns that fugitives may hide out

to avoid being captured.

I'm here reporting live, Michelle Ropa.

Back to you, Bob.

- Only for special occasions, huh John?

Shut the fuck up, shhh!

Let the others in. Shut up.

Easy, easy.

Okay, anyone else in the house?

- Damn y'all, this is not looking good.

Shut the fuck up.

What about wheels? You got a car?

Listen. Listen.

If you make any fucking sudden move,

I will slice both of your fucking ankles. You understand?

Jesus, Doc.

It gets the point across.

Where's your hubby at?

He left five years ago.

- Check out front. Make sure that cop left.

Yeah.

So what's your name?

- He asked you a question. What's your name?

Abby.

You got any kids, Abby?

Two girls.

Where are they?

Not here.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Come on Nonzo, this is my fucking time.

Fucking rich people.

Mmm, hello there.

Come to Daddy.

Breathe. Breathe.

Nice dress, Abby.

I want to trust you Abby.

Trust is the foundation of a great friendship.

You wanna be my friend, right?

Fuck you.

- Ah, you got some spunk in you.

Come on Abby. That's not very fucking friendly.

When I ask a question, I expect an answer.

Okay? - Forget the bitch.

Look at her. She ain't gonna try shit.

Focus on the next move.

Right.

You're right.

Don't think I forgot it was you who found this house.

You're going places with us, bro.

- Yeah, this crew's gonna be a lot

smaller if we don't stop the bleeding.

Four of us.

Make sure you got the right sizes.

Alright, see you then.

Ride will be here in two hours.

Two fucking hours?

We're fucking sitting ducks here man.

Be cool, Doc. He's on his way.

He better hurry the fuck up.

- Ah! - Whoa.

Fuck Nonzo.

Go stitch up his ass.

- Whoa, you try some shit with that scissor

and I'm gonna burn this fucking whole house down

with your two daughters in it.

You understand me?

Get over there.

- Next job will be the mother of all jobs.

Retirement, baby.

That's right.

That's what Nice keeps preaching about.

Too good of a score to pass up.

My man was right.

Breaking outta prison was an easy job.

- Armored car carrying 300 million in untraceable bonds.

My guy on the inside, he's got our bases covered.

Cleaner than a 401k, bud.

The man with a plan.

Just keep thinking about those tropical beaches

with umbrella drinks and hot island chicks.

Fuck yeah, man.

Hey, Little Red Riding Hood,

you guys are really fucking me up pumps.

What were you thinking about going?

Going to Kansas and finding Toto?

Rich bitch ain't got no style.

I like them.

Um, I'm actually done.

- Damn, how'd you get them stitches so tight?

- You shoulda been a doctor Abby.

- Funny, my husband always said I should have been one.

- Well, just keep your cool. Be outta here soon.

Abby, go cook some shit.

Nonzo, go with her.

Go on.

Keep sniffing those panties, but remember,

we got a plan.

- Just trying to keep her cool, doc.

Besides, it's Nonzo you should be worried about.

He's the one that's been eye fucking her all night

and now you just sent him off to dinner.

That's right.

'Cause we want him gone.

See, the reason why we got locked,

it wasn't because we're fuckups.

It was because of Nonzo's dumb ass.

- Everything was textbook.

We had the drop on the guards.

Nonzo's fucking job was to get the keys to the truck,

- Except the guard driving had double Ds.

So Nonzo was too busy grabbing titties

to get the bitch away from the fucking radio.

- That's when shit went sideways.

- We got burned. So we hijacked an armored truck.

We would've been out of there

the way my brother Mike drives.

- We had a clear exit to the highway,

the some dumb ass civilian got in our way.

Those fuckers.

- The crash killed my brother Mike

and got us locked up.

Would've been life without parole,

but the Lord has big plans for us.

Yeah.

Bunch of dumbfuck cops screwed up the evidence.

Cut a deal with the DA just to save face.

Damn,

Sorry about your brother, Doc.

I appreciate that.

Who are the dead civilians?

Who cares?

Fuck 'em.