Breakout Kings

What's that, Xavier, Mozart?

It's Tchaikovsky, boss.

Well, do me a favor, maestro,

And tell requisitions we need a gross of four-inch gauze.

Copy that, boss.

This is Dr. Franks.

Well, what do the regulations say?

The execution is going down on Friday.

I need to do my job dead on

with regulations...

Man: The governor and the Attorney General

both get a copy. I told you three times.

Man, big day coming up's even got the warden jumpy.

I'll be happy when it's over.

Woman: Tonight convicted murderer

Tim slattery will be the first man

executed in the state of Connecticut,

in the last 30 years.

In a moment, the prison will conduct

its first of two electrical checks tonight.

This is done to ensure enough current is generated

so the execution can be carried out

in the most efficient and humane way possible.

Man (Over PA): Stand by for second round of current checks.

Stand by for second round of current checks.

Fire!

Fire!

Get me out of here! I'm burning!

Open it up! My arm! Oh, my God, my arm!

Officer: What the hell, Price?

The current check... Made the sparks fly everywhere.

It still really feels like it's burning.

I'm going to give you a hit of morphine.

You'll feel warm for a few seconds,

then off to dreamland.

Enjoy dreamland.

Hey, I've got the perfect spot for your banner.

We can hang it on my van.

It's the red van right here.

No, really, we could...

Oh, my God.

Pele passes to Buena Vista,

and over to Burrito Grande.

Back to Shakira!

Is good! You know, Chee Hoon,

the irony is that on a real soccer field

you would smash my face into nothingness,

but here at the table

a man of superior intellect can read you

and spot your tells like a poker game.

You talk too much, snowflake. And you let your goalie drift to the left too much.

Is good!

I am the winner!

That's 35 clams.

You are the charter member of the no joy, no luck club.

Round-eyed ....

Doc. Hmm?

We got to go to our, uh... work release situation.

Oh, they need us again already?

No, no, no, look, not all of us, just you and me.

Philly got dropped like an a-bomb. What do you mean dropped?

Rumor from the women's wing is that she had money stashed away.

They checked her accounts from the prison computer lab.

Seems the feds didn't seize all of Philly's assets.

Now her sweet ass-ets got sent back to maximum security...

Courtesy of Charlie.

That sneaky, sneaky Amazon.

She almost blew this for us, Shea.

Listen, I cannot leave here.

They have games, they have basic cable tv.

This morning, I ate eggs that were only partially powdered.

Think they'll replace her?

Uncuff 'em.

Raymond, I would just like to say that I was completely

unaware that Philly was hiding money.

I cannot attest to whether or not Shea knew, though.

What?! You might have.

If we thought you guys knew, you guys would still

be in a Max house.

And since we assume that Philly was going to use the money

to fund a run, we doubled her sentence.

And you're lucky she actually didn't make a move,

or you guys would have been doubled up, too.

She's on her way back to Muncie right now.

She blew it.

Who the hell's that?

Zancanelli: That's Philly's replacement.

Same deal as the others.

As long as you're helping us catch fugitives

you get to finish your time in Maybelle minimum security.

For every convict we catch,

you get a month off your bit.

Xavier Price.

Respected family man, member of his church board,

steady job as a traveling salesman

of industrial machine parts.

Nothing out of the ordinary about him, right?

Till he killed her.

Felicia Webster.

Claims he saw a runaway in need of help.

Picked her up, was taking her to the shelter

when she tried to rob him with a knife at a red light.

In the struggle, she was killed.

A witness half a block away saw enough to call the cops.

But not enough to see what happened.

And his wife stood by his side

while the church paid his legal fees.

And they bought that garbage?

Homeboy was clearly trolling for ....

Jury bought it, too.

Instead of first-degree murder,

they hit him with reckless homicide.

Five years. A nickel? Wish I had that jury.

You're black. You would have gotten murder.

The point is, we're not buying

this guy's snake oil. He's dangerous.

As evidenced by the doctor he assaulted,

the civilian he carjacked and murdered

during his escape.

Now we put an alarm out on his vehicle.

And it's 11 hours since he ran.

You guys know the stat.

Less than five percent chance

of capture after 72 hours.

So why run at all?

His prison record's clean.

He'd have gotten out in two and a half years.

Dude's stupid.

Actually, he's genius.

170 iq.

170... that is adorable. 210, muchachos. Just saying.

But while we're on the topic of how smart I am,

and ipso facto,

the expert psychological analysis I provide,

not to mention Shea's street-level gangsta knowledge

which radically comes in handy,

I need to ask, what is the new girl's super power?

Is it breast vision, you guys? Come on.

Does she have magic boobs? Because the last girl who was

in here almost queered the deal for us. I don't...

Hello. Hey.

Julianne: All I could find on Price's church.

All right, grab a file, get caught up.

Ray, let's take a look at this.

Hi. I'm Lloyd Low...

Hi. Lloyd Lowery. Dr. Lloyd Lowery.

Kind of the brains of the operation.

I'm sorry, I'm trying to read. Okay.

So was I, though.

I was trying to read you.

And I was hoping to do it in somewhat of a congenial manner,

but since you don't seem very chatty

let me just cut to the chase.

You, me

and our nubian brother over here...

Our fates are intertwined. So if any one of us tries

to amscray, every one of us goes back to prison, sentences doubled.

So let's start again.

Tell me who you are,

so I know who I'm working with, please.

Breaking and entering, expert, okay?

Thank you.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Look... it's really important that we play nice together, okay?

I'm new here.

And I need this to work.

You can understand that, can't you?

Charlie: Okay, so Xavier's church is connected throughout the world

through missionary work.

Africa, Nicaragua, El Salvador.

Jules, get me a list of their biggest donors,

if they have any private planes,

resources that they might use to help a man

they think is innocent flee the country.

This guy could have been chillin'

up in Connecticut in two years, but instead he goes to live in Nicaragua?

Nah. I'm telling you,

there's something pressing this guy to run.

Maybe family.

Two years is a long time when you have kids.

Maybe prison sucks .... Don't over-analyze.

It's the first rule of psychiatry.

We're not going to know why the man did what he did until we

know the man himself. So we go talk to his wife.

Exactly.

I'm pretty sure Charlie was just about to say that,

but thanks for finishing his sentence.

I'm back.

You see how many people have come here to support him?

My husband is a good man.

I've been in the car with him when he's picked up runaways.

Given them money, advice.

How about the protester he killed?

The prison doc?

You lock a peaceful dog

in a cage with vicious animals,

and when he finally gets out,

he snaps at someone