Breakout Kings

Shalom, jackass.

Get a package for you.

Whatever.

Boss! Boss!

what's the problem? Too much mucks, F?

My guts feel real bad, boss.

I think I got food poisoning.

You know the drill dummy.

Step forward.

Woods are too big.

And it's dark. - Don't matter.

Jesse Owens couldn't outrun them dogs.

Move, move, move!

Eggs over easy. Bacon, sausage, toast.

Egg-white omelet, spinach, no oil please.

Heart smart breakfast. I like it.

That was a concern of the guys at HQ.

Is Duchamp's health up to the task?

Inspector Renner, I'd be happy to take any one

of those 44-inch waist desk-monkeys

to the gym with me. See who drops first.

That's why you're perfect for the promotion.

Yeah, whoever the new chief of Domestic Investigation is,

he's going to have to deal with a lot of

bureaucratic shitheads who need to be challenged.

Whoever? I thought I was the frontrunner?

Okay, I'm not supposed to say this,

but the bigwigs at USMS headquarters

have verbally signed off on you getting the job.

Just needs to go through the standard approval process.

a formality.

This is great. This is really good.

I mean, I love D.C. It's a great city.

I got family there, a big skins fan.

But...

as I expressed earlier, I still have some concerns,

and before I can commit to the job,

I need some reassurances.

Excuse me one second.

Duchamp.

Lloyd, stop bouncing around.

I'm just so excited, okay?

It's been what, a month since we had a runner?

Starting to think people hated freedom.

The sweet nectar of un-institutionalized air.

I am so happy to be out!

I feel like Ricky Martin.

Stop lying. That ain't why you're excited.

You just want to see Julianne.

Get that? That is poppycock.

No, Poppycock's your prison nickname.

That's true.

There ain't no shame in your game if you like weezy George.

I'm not following.

You know, The Jetsons.

They were like the Cosbys, but black.

Perhaps, at some point,

I was appreciative of Julianne's genteel,

feminine demeanor,

as opposed to Joan Jett over here,

but that does not mean that I have feelings for her.

What are you doing?

Math.

We've caught 17 fugitives so far...

Actually, me and Dr. Poppycock got to the party before you.

We got an extra month in our pocket.

Okay, whatever. So, I've caught 17 fugitives so far,

so that's 17 months off,

two back on for bad conduct time...

What you get a BCT for?

I shouldn't even have gotten it.

I was minding my own business,

and some chick made a move on me.

Hair was pulled, punches were thrown.

Oh, yeah.

She won't make a move on me again.

Catfight.

Hey. We got a bad one today.

This guy's gonna be a handful.

Yeah, so I've heard. When were you gonna tell me?

You know, I still have friends at the marshals office.

Nothing's set in stone yet.

So, you're not denying it.

No, I'm not denying it.

In fact, I don't need to discuss it with you, either.

Apparently. - All right, look,

It's first thing in the morning.

Let's try this whole thing all over again.

How you doing, Ray?

How's it going? - Look...

This team was my idea,

but you're the one getting promoted,

the cons get their months off, and I'm still the schmuck

living in a halfway house with no badge.

Can you see my concern here?

Hey, guys! Welcome back to Chez Breakout Kings.

On the menu today is a runner from Danbury, Connecticut.

He's freshly hatched,

and gone to the dogs, you might say.

But on purpose.

You'll understand when you read the file, okay?

What the hell was that?

Never mind her.

Something's going down in there.

I can translate that one.

I once ate a cannoli this big.

Do you know how handsome I am?

I am very handsome.

You, not so much.

Me? I'm still handsome.

Joke all you want,

but when mom and dad fight, it's the kids who suffer.

All right, let's get to work.

Damien Fontleroy was imprisoned ten years ago along with his

lapdog partner, Brent Howson.

Damien Fontleroy?

You know him?

Like beans know ris-ice.

He and Brent were a team. They targeted pretty coeds.

Brent provided the audience,

Because it heightened Damien's pleasure, being watched.

Notify campus police at every college in the tristate area

Lloyd, what's your history with this guy?

Well, I was a few months

out of med school-- Harvard, summa cum laude, by the way

and I took part in a government study of the criminal mind.

Root causes of their pathology,

how narcissism affects their crime pattern,

how their lives...

Why do you keep saying "their"

like you ain't a criminal yourself?

Please hold all comments to the end of the lecture.

What do you know about this psycho?

Okay, well, his father was a very wealthy business man,

and studies show that the neurological makeup of successful CEOs

is often nearly an exact match to those of serial killers.

Both are calculating, methodical,

capable of separating themselves from emotion.

Basically, one tweak in a brain fold,

and you go from Gordon Gekko to Charlie Manson.

Damien fell into the latter category, obviously.

Did you help lock his ass up?

Since when do you swear like that?

But no.

I recommended they put him into a loony bin,

because the only way you could stop someone

with a drive to kill like Damien

is to dope his ass silly.

And when I said that on the stand,

it took, like, two bailiffs to hold him back.

This guy used Hebrew override commands

because he'd learned that the prison k9 unit

had been trained in Israel.

He's a smart bastard.

All right, Lloyd, you know this guy.

I want you front and center on this case.

Oh, actually, I was hoping for more of, like,

a back and off to the side position, Charlie.

This guy hates me, and not like you hate me.

He hates me hates me. I don't want to cross his path.

You can't be scared forever, all right?

His partner, Howson, is locked up in Jersey. Go see him.

If Brent knows I'm working with the marshals, he's gonna...

We'll present you as a Doc on a government assignment,

just like the last time he saw you.

So, stop making excuses, cause you're going.

If you send just me, you will get no information.

Okay, if you want a kid to tell you who broke the lamp,

you wave a little candy in front of his nose.

You are said candy.

And by the looks of you, I'd say you are

some... gummy... boobs.

You stupid bitch!

I'm right over here, if you need me.

Shake the hair.

Pop the button.

And put 'em on the glass.

Mr. Howson,

I'm Jayne Francis with the U.S. Marshals.

Nice to meet you.

As soon as we hear about Damien's escape through the grapevine,

I knew it would allow me to meet new people.

It's a nice perk,

but I'd trade that all away to have him back behind bars.

You want your friend caught?

No, Damien Fontleroy's no friend of mine.

So, you go on killing sprees with people you're not fond of?

Since I've been incarcerated, Ms. Francis,

God is the only friend I need.

I've begged forgiveness for my sins.

Damien is hell-bent on spreading evil like a fever.

Speaking of fevers, it is beyond hot in here. Just...

Okay, Ray, I think I might need a minute alone.

Get a grip.

I will if you give me that minute.

We, uh...

we're gonna need any information you have on Damien.

Ms. Francis, I know nothing of his plans.

We're in different prisons,

haven't spoken in a decade.