Breakout Kings

Hey, hey, not so fast.

You know the drill.

You know what, Pipsqueak?

While you're stuck here in this rat hole, I'm going to the lake.

Wife's gonna pack a lunch, fill up a cooler.

Bet you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?

Later, Pipsqueak.

Lights out.

Hey, you want me to jam that thing where the sun don't shine?

Turn it off.

You know, I'm getting real sick

and tired of having to tell you the same thing twice, Half Pint.

Maybe I ought to pay a little visit to that sweet thing

you left on the outside.

How old was she when you robbed that cradle? Huh?

Sixteen.

Yeah. Attaboy.

Get lost.

Lights out!

Where is it?

Where did you put my light?

Be glad you're not wearing it, Half Pint.

So, how's it feel

to be in love?

Those Big Gulps go right through me.

You ready, Pipsqueak?

Oh, what is your deal?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Plug that thing in.

Come on, move it, Pipsqueak.

Hey! Who are you?

I'm coming for you, baby.

Come on!

What's his problem?

Dude's in heat over Julianne.

Wrong, bitches. Men don't go into heat.

Being the superior progenitors, they are always ready,

willing, and able.

I can't believe I'm about to ask advice

from a gangbanger and a huntress.

Never mind.

Wow. He actually chose not to speak.

This could be a good one. Come on, let's hear it, Lloyd.

No way. You're just gonna stick me with the shame shank.

All right.

I have studied mating rituals,

courtship customs,

pondered the great poets.

Maybe even deliberated gonadal growth in mammals.

But when it comes to women and doing my own thang,

you know, I'm lost.

Hey, first of all, never say that again, never.

Yeah, I second that.

Do you need romance tips, Lloyd?

What women want is...

All right, don't... don't listen to her.

See, women do not know what they want,

and even if they did, they would never admit

that what they want is what they want.

That made absolutely zero sense.

No, I understood completely. Continue, Shea.

I want to give you the Shea Daniels,

patented, foolproof formula

on how to make little bluebirds twirl around Julianne's head.

All right. Okay, look, Lloyd, no.

You're benched. I'm listening to Shea.

Here we go. Fire and Ice.

Now you've already done the fire part.

You've given her non-stop attention for, like, a year.

So now it's time for the...?

Oh, the ice. The ice, that's right.

So when we get into the bullpen,

and you see Julianne?

Promptly ignore her ass.

Wow.

Don't listen to her.

And ice.

That's right.

Okay.

Yeah.

Thank you, Shea.

You've got company.

Brad Kelley.

He kind of invited himself in.

All right. Thanks, Jules.

Nice boots.

I'm not sure if I like 'em.

I'm not sure I like 'em on my desk.

Hey. How you been?

Good, good. Good to see you.

Yeah, you, too.

How's Janet?

Suing me for spousal support.

Thanks for reminding me.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Aah, screw her.

How you been?

Been busy. Got your badge back.

Your own task force.

You know, I remember you pitched me the idea

for this thing five years ago.

Bring in cons to catch cons.

Look at you now. So, what brings you, Brad?

I'm a bounty hunter now; I got my bounty hunter's license.

Yeah, I know, I know.

We used to mock the shit out of them.

I love it. The money's really good,

and I don't have all the suits mooning me at the time.

So, is that why you're here?

Yeah. Yeah, I understand

you got assigned some punk that, uh, broke out of Five Points.

That's right. Yeah?

The prison's put up a ten grand reward.

Figured, you know, maybe we could, uh,

scratch each other's backs.

Share a little information, develop some leads.

I've still got a lot of contacts in law enforcement.

I can bring a lot to the table, Ray.

Bulldog Brad,

howling and growling.

Nothing's changed, burner.

What do you say?

I got a team to consider.

You know, they get a month off for every runner they catch.

All right.

Okay, so, we work it a little.

You know, you say I was instrumental

to where I get the reward,

and I say you guys were as equally involved,

and your cons get their month.

No one's the wiser.

Brad, everything I do has to be above the board.

All right. Well, there's my answer I guess, huh?

You want me to crawl out the window so I don't...?

Oh, come on. It ain't like that. You know that.

Come on, what do you say, huh?

For old time's sake.

All right, let me see what I can do.

Good morning, Lloyd.

Okay.

We'll see you.

Thanks, Ray. Appreciate it. Yup.

You're not gonna introduce us to your friend?

No. Go ahead, Jules.

Six years ago, Rodney Cain was dating Lorraine Hamilton.

She was 16, he was 18.

Apparently, Lorraine's stepfather was

determined to end their relationship,

even threatening to have Rodney arrested for

what was technically statutory rape.

The stepfather wound up bludgeoned to death.

All right, Rodney served five years on a life sentence.

This morning, he electrocuted and beat a guard

and left the other guard in a coma.

Dude's five-six, 120. That's one feisty white boy.

I have alerts on the guards' credit cards,

as well as an APB on the stolen Camaro.

Most important, according to coworkers,

the guard kept a .45 Smith & Wesson in the Camaro.

Rodney is armed and dangerous.

As opposed to Armed and Garrulous.

Huh? Nobody?

George Carlin routine over.

He was the best.

Oh, my God, look... Mm.

All right, campus officials at Brenell College are trying

to locate the ex-girlfriend,

so our first stop is her mother's house.

So, change up.

Oh, my God.

Rodney seemed nice enough,

but I always had to run interference

whenever he came over.

He and my late husband hated each other.

I never thought it would end

with one of them being murdered, but...

Why haven't you heard anything yet?

Well, campus police haven't been able to locate her.

But one of my team's is trying to get answers now.

I have a daughter I don't get to see often.

I can imagine how you must be feeling.

She's my whole world.

If anything happened to her...

Did, uh... did Rodney ever try to contact you from prison?

No. I haven't seen or talked to him since he was led out of

the courtroom in handcuffs, and I'd like to keep it that way.

All right, ma'am, we'd like to

put a patrol car outside in case Rodney decides to come back.

And we need to tap your phone in case he calls.

Okay. Just please, find my daughter.

Ray.

Check it out.

Campus police said a witness saw Lorraine

get into a gray Camaro.

Get in or getting pulled in?

They didn't see what went down.

Witness was a block away.

This woman is a massive narcissist and/or a liar.

Now, Candice claims that her daughter is her world,

but of the 15 framed photos I saw in there,