Breakout Kings

Sanchez, you have a visitor!

Chow time in five minutes.

Chow time over in ten.

Come on.

Got to be here somewhere.

I don't know about this, guys.

Found it.

Two minutes to freedom.

I only got 46.

Anybody in the infirmary?

Negative.

Check the heads.

It's not big enough in there.

It's exactly as big as it's supposed to be.

We're going to get stuck inside and die.

Now is not the time, Pat.

They're not even going to find our bodies down here.

Get in that tunnel. Don't touch me!

- You don't have to go in. - Easy...

But you hurry back to your cell, you keep your mouth shut.

All right.

Okay.

Hole too small for you, Brody?

Three confirmed missing:

Pat Duffy, Brody Ardell and Victor Mannion.

Last seen in the mess hall. Come on.

Prisoners on your feet. Stand for count.

Showtime.

Nice work, boys.

Good to see you again, boss.

I'll wire the fee into your account

as soon as we get the money.

Count is short.

Repeat-- count is short.

Commence lockdown.

Uh-oh.

Sounds like trouble at the prison.

That ought to do it.

Congrats.

You're officially discharged.

We'll see you around.

Hopefully not.

Keep your nose clean, Ray.

Can you take care of a warrant for me, Ray?

Sure. I can bring you in right now.

Nah, never mind.

100 bucks says Zancanelli's back here

three months for taking money again.

Ain't happening.

$200.

Shut it, Dutch.

Who wants a piece of the action?

If you hit him, Ray, I got to report it.

Thanks for reminding me why I never want to come back here.

All right, we're back to work.

Not how we wanted it, obviously, but we're back.

Who's he? Per marshals policy,

when a deputy is killed, each member of his unit

must do one session of grief counseling.

Apparently, you guys refused to do it at Maybelle.

We're not telling a prison counselor about the cops we work with.

Don't care how confidential you say it is, Ray.

That gets on file, anyone can get their hands on it.

Well, I got to sign that paper that says you all got counseling.

It's a liability thing.

- Then sign it. - Just got my badge back.

I'm not lying on a federal document.

That wasn't the deal when I signed up--

that I'd have to make myself available for therapy.

I don't need it, I don't want it,

and I ain't talking to Orville Redenbacher over there.

All right, you do it, Lloyd.

Hmm? Oh, no, no, no.

Counseling coworkers may be considered a conflict of interest.

- By who? - By me.

I don't care. You're doing it. Okay?

Doc, we're going to keep this in-house.

It's my understanding Dr. Lowery's no longer a doctor.

Well, they took away his license, not what he learned.

Okay, this is tough for all of us.

We're just looking to bend the rules, not break them.

Now, I know this is hard for all of us,

but Charlie would have wanted us to take care of business,

and that's what we're going to do.

Keep it poppin', Orville.

So, unless anybody has anything to say, let's get to it.

Two convicts just tunneled out

of Shawangunk maximum security prison in upstate New York.

Erica.

I just think it's bullshit

we don't get to go after the guy who killed Charlie.

Well, I don't like it any more than you do,

but there's nothing we can do about it.

Marshals already have another team on it.

If it wasn't for him...

Why don't you take a few minutes?

Go get changed.

Jules.

The foreclosed house they tunneled from--

bought at a bank auction for cash.

Names on the deed came back bogus.

Our techs are at the house, processing it for prints

and any other evidence to see who aided the escape.

Scumbag number one.

Victor Mannion.

Leader of the mole hill crew.

These are the dudes who tunneled into a marine base

and stole the whole payroll couple years back.

$9 million in small bills.

Two marines were killed in the robbery.

The police never recovered the money.

They all liked Victor for the job,

but nobody could pin it on him.

He and Pat Duffy

were doing short time on weapons charges.

Now, the press has been running the marine heist story nonstop,

and the guys in Victor's crew are getting

- leaned on by the cops. - Someone's going to crack.

Wherever that money is, it's up for grabs.

Either one of Victor's boys is going to steal it,

or a cop's going to steal it-- no offense, Ray.

That's why these guys broke out--

to get to that money before anyone else does.

As long as he was locked up,

his cash was at risk.

Okay, uh, Ray, remember how you said,

"if anyone has anything to say..."?

- Okay. - Okay.

- Charlie's funeral. - What about it?

I just feel like you could have pulled some strings

and gotten us out for that.

No, I couldn't.

- And you know how I know? - No.

Because I tried.

Other escapee-- uh, Brody Ardell.

Relative newcomer to Victor's crew.

He got popped on a larceny charge and was serving three years.

This member, Pat Duffy, was found dead underneath the prison.

I hope his friends are allowed to go to his funeral.

Look, you can go through the file

or you can go through the window.

Not today, Lowery.

Three gold stars?

I'm so proud of you.

So how do you like your new teacher?

Did you just shush me? Mind your business.

I'm on a really important business call.

If you could just lower your voice,

a tiny bit... okay, I'll-I'll... I'll let you go.

I love you. Okay, bye.

What the hell is your problem?

Somebody just walked into my office.

Can I get right back to you?

Okay.

You work upstairs, right?

You can't talk up there?

I can talk wherever the hell I want to.

Okay, I just needed some space.

I'm dealing...

I'm dealing with some stuff at work right now, and...

That is...

He was a great guy.

He, uh...

He took a chance on me when nobody else would, and...

I, uh... I can't believe I'm crying in front of you.

I'm sorry. This is... this is really embarrassing.

No, not at all. You're just getting it all out.

Don't be embarrassed.

I cry every day.

When's happy hour?

Uh, I work in the nightclub business, unfortunately.

Why don't you

let me pour you

a stiff drink?

I wish, but, uh,

that'd actually get me in trouble with my boss.

I'm, uh...

I'm sorry I girlied up your office.

I got to get back upstairs.

Well, you know, the good thing about this stuff--

doesn't go bad, so...

You know, if you need some...

Come back down.

Get me a bag of pork rinds, a root beer and an issue of juggs.

That guy is calling us in.

Think you're being paranoid.

Yeah, you're right. I'll just let it go.

What's the worst that can happen?

No, no, no, I'm positive

it's the guys that I saw on television last night.

No, absolutely. No, you have to...

I was talking to my mother.

Oh, I hope you told her you love her.

What's wrong with you?!

We can't keep stacking bodies.

He was calling the cops.

You got as much to lose in this as I do.

Nine mil in unmarked bills.

Can you imagine?

You know, within a year,