Breakout Kings

Arturo...

What's up, man?

You know, I've been thinking.

Hey, hey, hey!

Break it up! Break it up!

Back to work, Ronnie.

I'd like to speak to Warden Swickle, please.

Happened again, Arturo attacked me.

I've filed several complaints.

I don't know why the state keeps sending maximum prisoners

to minimum security facilities

just to ride out their last year.

It's like throwing snakes in a hamster cage.

Feel free to file another complaint.

- I will. - Mail, sir.

All right. Thank you.

Guard!

The entire administration wing is quarantined.

No one enters, no one exits.

Guard!

The wing's sealed; they're not going anywhere.

Help me with the vents in my office.

What do you think's going on out there?

More worried about what's going on out here.

What are you standing there for?

It's in the vents!

Shut the whole east wing down!

Go now!

It's not safe here. Go!

All right, get in your files; we got a weird one today.

Today's the big day. How you feeling?

A bit tense.

Okay, well, just remember, you can't control

what the parole board decides, you know?

You sent in your statement, you're active, you took a stand.

That's what's important.

No matter what happens with Margolis's parole,

you are a stronger person. Okay.

How about we do our jobs today?

Meet and Ronnie Marcum,

an up-and-coming self-help guru,

in for violating various provisions of federal label laws.

It's a fancy way of saying

he paid illegals three bucks an hour

to package and ship his books and CDs.

Five months into a ten-month sentence,

he booked from Huntsville.

Miscount after causing a little bit of an uproar.

Huntsville? That place makes Maybelle look like Sing Sing.

Why run away from day camp?

Well, that's question number one.

He books with only five months left on a short rib?

That's question number two. I told you this was a weird one.

Using a mail room gig

to send baking soda as an anthrax attack?

That's got to violate like six terrorism laws right there.

This is man who wants to get out now.

That's why we were brought in. Feds don't play around

when it comes to that kind of stuff.

Says here he's gotten beat up a few times inside,

once this morning.

He's missed head count before, too,

'cause he was hiding from the next ass-kicking.

They've found him in the kitchen freezer in the boiler room.

He sounds like a punk.

He actually had a rough upbringing.

Uh, projects. Street kid.

According to his Web site,

"He overcame his obstacles and broke through his own.

"Geometric Negativity,

to allow his success to finally take shape."

Oh, didn't make the connection before.

This is the, uh, "Be Your Own Success Shape" Guy.

You read his stuff?

Um, yeah, may have... glanced at it.

Well, it sounds like donkey dick to me.

But he's got a nice business going;

he clears low six figures a year.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, six figures?

Come on. I'm Harvard-educated,

my I.Q.'s the price of a gallon of high-test--

why aren't I making that kind of money? Because...

you gambled it all away.

"If you fail to strive,

your self-esteem will be trapped in a rectangle"--

that's spelled W-R-E-C-K-tangle--

"And your shame sphere will overflow."

Okay? This is unadulterated hogwash,

hokum, bunk and balderdash.

This guy has brain-dead acolytes

filling his visitation log like a phone book.

Do you know who's in mine?

My mother!

Brother makin' scratch.

This phone-book-sized visitation log,

I can't find one person registered under family.

He's got no living relatives.

He's been on his own since he's 13.

He lives and breathes his work like most entrepreneurs.

I suggest we start here--

the Marcum Institute.

How many people know what I'm talking about?

Escaped?

He's got a few months left and a great career ahead of him-

why would he jeopardize that?

We were hoping maybe you could shed a little more light

on the man. Sure thing--

how about the fact that he was in prison for employing Haitians

so they could send money back

to their earthquake-ravaged homeland?

He would have loved to do it legally,

but our government wouldn't allow

these people to become citizens.

And now...

when he'll be released soon,

same government's fabricating some story to keep him in.

Charlatan!

Flimflam man! Snake oil salesman!

They should call this place Dunlop,

because it is one mother-humper of a racket!

Okay, I'm sorry to be the bearer of true tidings, folks,

but I have seen more substance in meringue, okay?

You want a shape?

Here is a shape for ya.

A pyramid, as in the scheme.

I think it's time for you and your associates to go.

I still have a few more questions.

And I still have a few constitutional rights.

We're a business

with a good reputation good credit and good lawyers.

So leave now.

I'm gonna get you a muzzle.

Sorry about all that.

Ladies and gentlemen,

help me give my friend, Ken Raymond, a warm...

Driver's side dented rear left panel,

driver's side crushed front wheel well...

You gotta be kidding me.

Hey.

It's good to see you, Ken.

It's great to see you, Ronnie.

What are you doing here?

I've been marking off the calendar boxes;

you're not due for another 146 days.

What'd I always say about boxes, huh?

You put yourself in a box, Ken, you get stuck there.

But a circle...

A circle can roll forever.

Absolutely.

An eternity of opportunity.

True that, Ronnie, true that.

As a model prisoner,

I got an opportunity, Ken.

I got an early release. Yeah.

But unfortunately, my car, which was impounded while I was in,

well, its not released from its prison until tomorrow.

So, I took a bus here.

You came to see me first?

I've always been able to count on you, buddy.

That means a lot, Ronnie, coming from you.

It's true.

As true as it is that I need a lift to a couple places.

All related to my new book:

Shaping Your Presence with Life's Presents.

Man, I like that. It's good, right? Yeah.

I was writing while I was in prison. Uh-huh.

I mailed the pages

to a couple folks on the outside.

Yeah, of course. So, can you help me?

Yeah, I mean, I got an appointment I can't miss.

Oh, no, just a few hours.

Okay, um, sure.

I just gotta finish up this damage report,

and I'm good to go.

Um, you know, I'm a manager now, Ronnie.

I mean, I know insurance work ain't sexy,

but I'm making money, sending some home to my kids.

It's all 'cause of what you taught me.

That's exactly why I do what I do.

Jules, what'd you learn about the Marcum blockheads?

All of Ronnie's employees are clean;

college grads, no priors.

He's got a PhD?

A Personal Healing Degree.

You guys, he's got a Personal Healing Degree.

Please, let me be in a coma, and this is not real,

and I'll wake up... now.

No, no. No, it's still here.

Why'd you have to be like that back in there? What?

It bothers you that much to see black people in suits

instead of robbing and stealing?

Okay, first of all, my friend,

all they're doing is robbing and stealing.

And second of all,

I don't think they have a hire-a-con program,

so I doubt I blew any opportunities for you.

I'm getting sick and tired of your mouth, Lowery.

Those people are selling product.

Your problem with Ronnie

is that he's a black man making an honest living.