Fled

Have you ever witnessed Frank Mantajano kill anyone?

I've heard about it, but it's not an everyday occurrence.

- Have you witnessed him kill anyone? - People say things. You pick up on it.

It gets around the block.

Have you ever witnessed Frank Mantajano in any kind of illegal activity?

Have you ever witnessed him in any kind of illegal activity?

Again, as far as I'm concerned, the guy did right by me.

- Who hired you? - I would assume it's Frank.

- How long have you worked for him? - We ran together in younger days.

- How long have you worked for him? - We dated the same girl.

We had the same friends on the streets.

That kind of stuff. Things happen.

Somebody ordered a takeout.

Good night.

Your answers have to come faster. This is a federal case.

You've got to have your ducks in a row if we're gonna nail Frank Mantajano. OK?

- Can we take a break? I'm hungry. - OK.

But remember, you're gonna be on the stand for hours at a time.

You've got to watch your body language, your facial expressions, your posture.

To be effective, the committee has to like you. Get it?

I got it.

- Got any Szechwan chicken over there? - Could you get him some chicken?

Mr Paine, does the Attorney General's office have any final remarks?

May I remind the committee that Frank Mantajano is an execrable criminal,

moving Cuban organized crime into America.

I object to that characterization of my client.

The Attorney General's office is making accusations, disguising them as truth.

The fact is, my client has never been convicted of any crime.

- But he will be, Mr Foster. - That's enough, gentlemen.

This committee will stand in recess until 10am Monday,

at which time I hope that the Attorney General's office will have evidence

to back up their accusations.

- I'll produce it all right. - Good. We're adjourned.

Our witness is dead.

My witness is dead?

- Mantajano's people got to him. - He was in a safe house. How?

Some Cuban delivered him a carton of Chinese food full of C-4.

I just told the Committee on Organized Crime and 60 million TV viewers

that I would produce a witness in 72 hours.

I understand, but what are we going to do about it?

"We"? As a federal marshal, you are directly responsible

for the custody and protection of all witnesses.

So the problem is, you got my witness killed.

You do something about it by Monday morning

or start thinking about an early retirement.

Sweet little kitty.

Got them virgin hands.

Cute little kitty cat like you ain't supposed to be shovellin' ditches.

This here is man's work.

Hey, bitch, are you listenin' to me?

You know, I'm lookin' for a little pussy like you to keep me warm at night.

Now that's using your head. Come on!

Don't you think he's had enough, convict?

You been here one day. You wanna fight everybody?

- I ain't supposed to be here. - Ain't nobody supposed to be here.

Break it up! Get your big ass out of the way.

- Causin' problems already, Piper? - I had nothin' to do with it.

- It's true. - Shut up, Dodge.

- Wait a minute. - I said shut the fuck up!

You guys need an attitude adjustment.

I got just the thing for you.

All right, Kevin.

Kinda like a wedding ring.

I now pronounce you convict... and convict.

Now get the fuck on the bus.

You move when I say you move.

Right.

Come on.

- Should we break it up now? - No.

Just keep a lookout and watch for my signal.

Gimme the keys to the bus.

- What's goin' on? - How should I know?

Radio for help.

- Let's go. - I'm not goin' anywhere.

You move when I say you move!

Here, pussy, pussy...

Let's get outta here.

- Anything else, Gib? - I ain't got nowhere to put it, honey.

- Hey, Gib. - What's goin' on, Sandra?

You. Lieutenant Clark says meet him at Gwinnett County Detention Center.

- He say why? - Nope, but he's waitin' on ya.

How are the ribs today?

Same as they were yesterday, and the day before, and the day before.

- I'll see ya. - See ya, Gib.

Get me a half a slab of rib

- and a peach cobbler. - You got it.

- Hey, Gib. - Afternoon, Warden. What's up?

Prison break.

- Who fled? - There's three of 'em took off.

Paul Milliner, Charles Piper and some kid named Dodge.

Dodge? That explains why the Lieutenant called me out here.

I busted him about nine months back.

- What's he done now? - From what we can gather,

Piper and Dodge got into a brawl, distracting the guard,

and this fuck Milliner grabbed Kevin's gun.

The three of 'em started shootin'. They killed Kevin, Bailey and two other guards.

- Dodge killed someone? - Afternoon, Gibson. Warden Nichols.

This is Marshal Schiller, Attorney General's office.

Welcome to the land of CNN and Coca-Cola.

We don't want to be on CNN and hope not to get too thirsty capturing these fugitives.

The Marshal will head the manhunt.

Since you arrested Dodge,

you can give Schiller a jump-start on where to look for these boys.

He's probably headin' back to Atlanta, about 30 miles from here.

If we put out an all-points and local news profiles, we should have 'em by nightfall.

Let me talk to you for a minute, Matthew.

This guy Schiller is no regular cop. He was sent by the Attorney General's office.

They want a press blackout on this.

- We do want to catch these boys, right? - Damn right.

But we don't want police reports all over the six o'clock news.

So I'm supposed to play Seeing Eye dog to the Attorney General's trigger man

without askin' what, when or why.

My job is to make sure you give these boys what they need. Are we clear?

- Yeah. We're clear. - Good.

Now let's get Marshal Schiller on these fugitives' trail.

Right.

Hold up a second.

Shit. What are you doing?

Shit.

Are you done?

Not unless you wanna wipe it off for me, convict.

Let's go.

If we position ourselves here, they'll be cornered.

If we do that, we leave this whole area along the river open to the city.

I've been doing this ten years. They're headed for the border.

They want to leave Georgia as fast as possible.

- Why do you think they're all together? - Let's mount up and move out.

You heard the man. Let's do it.

Never seen nothin' like it in 20 years.

What's a US marshal like Schiller doin' here

on a local manhunt for some minor criminal?

These guys shot up a whole road crew. They should be shot for what they done.

- I'm not sure they done anything. - What is that supposed to mean?

I brought Dodge in for hackin' into some telephone computer system.

They only gave him 18 months. He's served nine. Why would he break out?

All I know is he left a good friend of mine dead out on that road.

That's my point. What was Dodge doin' there in the first place?

Just a prison ordinance. A routine directive.

You make the directives, Dale.

Road crews, chain gangs, are reserved

for felons with five-year sentences or more.

So what was Dodge doin' on that road?

We got a call from the Attorney General's office.

They wanted Dodge out there.

- Why would they want him out there? - I don't know.

They've been tryin' to question him since we had him in lockup.

You got to believe me, Gib. I had no idea this was gonna happen.

Attention all units. Suspects spotted...

There. Schiller's closin' in on 'em now.

- Stop the car. - What?

Stop the goddamn car!

- Come on! - Hold up.

- What's the problem? - You're draggin' me like a rag doll.

You almost ripped my arm off twice back there. Shit.

- We gotta get into a rhythm. - What the fuck you know about rhythm?

- I'm a foster child, raised by the state. - What's your point?

There was this caretaker who was like a father to me. His name was Titus.

He taught me that everybody lives their life according to a rhythm.

You make love to a rhythm. Your heart beats to a rhythm.

If we're gonna run together, we gotta get into the same rhythm.

I got your rhythm, convict.

If we hurry, we can get you back in time for evenin' chow.

Goddamn.

Something's down there. Check it out.

Wait! Look.

- In there? - Yeah. Let's go.

- How do we get to the state line? - We don't wanna go there.

Why not?

Come on!

Didn't you see "The Fugitive"?

The first thing Tommy Lee Jones did was set up roadblocks at the state line.

- That's your plan, Dr Kimble? - I ain't got a plan.

- I'm trying to figure this shit out as we go. - No shit!

- All right. I say we give ourselves up. - What?!

- You're jokin', right? - I look like I'm jokin'?

- It was your idea to run. - People shoot at me, I run.

Your white ass didn't know shit.

- So you don't like white people now? - No, I just don't like you.

I got nothin' against whites. I just ain't had many good experiences with 'em.

Fuck! I was out in six months. Six months I was goin' home.

Yeah? Forget about that six months shit.

You can add on another 12 to 18 months because you ran, no matter what you say.

You are a convict. Nothing is ever gonna change that.

That's your reality, baby, not mine.

My reality and yours are the same. We're both fucked.

- Not me. I take my chances. - Not with my life, you don't.

All right, all right! Hold up.

- How much? - What?

- Name your price. - You ain't got shit to bargain with.

- I got more than you think. - What do you mean?

I'm talkin' about five million dollars.

I got your attention now, convict?

What do you think I was locked up for? Runnin' a red light?

I hit a major corporation for five million.

- You're lyin'. - Am I?

All right! Hold on. Why would I lie?

One: to keep me from kickin' your ass. Two: same reason.

Three: prison life ain't exactly worked out for you.

That's why I'm offerin' you a million dollars.

More than you'll ever see in your life.