K-Ville s01e02 Episode Script
Cobb's web
Previously on K-Ville: Who are you, Cobb? When the jail flooded, and I escaped, I promised myself, I said, "You know what? if you get a second chance, then you're changing your life.
" So I joined the Army, laid low for a little while, nobody asked me any questions.
Deep down inside, if you're still a criminal, I will take you down.
Trevor Trevor Cobb.
Come on, man, Shake it off.
I was just trying to get some sleep, man.
Sleep? So was I, man.
That's what happens when people been be up all night.
You all right? Yeah, we just got off patrol half-hour ago, man.
What's going on? Yeah, I know.
A jailbreak over at OPP.
So, say hello to overtime.
Three inmates just running loose, over an hour now.
Chief's rounding up a posse and we're on point now, so come on.
The copier's broken so everybody get a good look at the board.
They believe that the escapees are on foot in Jefferson's Fourth District.
We are to deploy at West Esplanade and Barnable to assist Terence DeVille's men with their dragnet.
This is Tim Dunlevy, six-foot-one, 29 years old.
Christopher Green, 33, 210 pounds.
Under six, he's not going to be moving too fast.
And Tyler Amsinger, 36, five-11, 185 pounds.
This one's a federal felon, but all three are to be considered armed and dangerous.
My condolences to you all who thought your shift was over, but Chief Lewis has called upon all the districts to help those nice boys in the Criminal Sheriff's Office recover their runaways.
All right! Let's go, let's go, let's go! These guys aren't going to catch themselves.
The sooner they get back in prison, the sooner we get back in bed.
I had a dream last night that we busted out of here.
Maybe we should.
Shut up, Trev.
The guards'll hear you.
So what if they do? Can't throw you in the hole for dreaming about it, so Can I talk to you for a second? You're putting Tabasco in your oatmeal? Tabasco? Yeah.
I'm a black man.
I use hot sauce.
Woo! Mmm! Wake up! Wake up, wake up! Marlin.
Hey, Marlin.
Marlin.
Let me talk to you for a second.
It's about our assignment.
I knew it.
I knew this was gonna come back to bite me.
- OPP is where you spent your time.
- Hold on a second.
And now you're gonna tell me that one of those guys is your best friend and you can't bring yourself to bust him.
It's not about me.
Okay? And I don't know who these guys are.
I just know there's a better way to track them, is all.
So why don't you just shut up and hear me out? A three-man breakout doesn't happen by chance.
It takes months of planning.
And usually there's help from the outside, someone you trust, who can get you out of the city clean in two hours.
If we don't get 'em by then, they're as good as gone.
What is this, jailhouse wisdom? Up there with "Don't drop the soap"? I know what I'm talking about, Boulet.
One of those inmates has got a contact, and if I had to guess, I'd probably say it's the bank robber.
Amsinger.
Mm-hmm.
He's probably got a whole bunch of ex-partners that we can look up.
We find the contact and we find the cons.
It's a much better plan than "let's search Jefferson Parish.
" That'll take a week.
This'll take an hour.
SWAT guys.
Good.
I need you to search and clear those buildings.
Why? Have there been civilian sightings? Intelligence as you need it.
Right now, I need you to start on this.
Okay, that's what you need.
I need to do my job, which doesn't include - taking orders from prison guards.
- Take it easy.
- You know who this guy works for? - I don't care.
You should care, 'cause I'm in charge of this manhunt.
And you will follow my command or I'll have Terence DeVille call your captain and have you pulled.
Oh, so you're going to get your daddy to beat up my daddy? Please.
These buildings are family homes.
It's 6:00 in the morning.
I'm not going to door-ram every house on the block.
I think we'll knock first.
Come on, Leroy.
You go knock first.
I can't wait to explain this to Embry.
"Now, why were you boys knocking on doors halfway across town from where you're supposed to be?" "Well, Cap, see, "Cobb tapped into his special prisoner powers "to get into the mind of a fugitive and become one with evil.
" Boulet, if anyone's inside, you just made sure they know we're coming.
Oh, well, you know, the last two didn't know about that, Cobb.
They were still asleep.
So, that's two strikes against you, partner.
N.
O.
P.
D.
! Open up! Aguanta! Aguanta, contra! Hold on! What do you want? We're looking for Fredi Leon.
He's at work.
Can I give him a message? Strike three.
We're looking for his friend, Ty Amsinger, who he used to rob banks with.
No, no, no.
Fredi never robbed no banks.
Those were all lies.
And if you're looking for Ty Amsinger, he's in prison.
He just broke out a couple hours ago.
Look, Ty knows all types of bad people.
??? Like Val Jester and Robbie Simon, so why don't you two go bother them? We were just at their houses, and they were in bed, like most people at this hour.
Well, Fredi works the early shift.
He starts at 3:00 a.
m.
Where does he work? He's a bag handler at Louis Armstrong.
The airport? How the hell do you get to the airport? Like I said, Captain, sometimes you got to think like a criminal.
Hijole! Me vas a cepillar! Slow down.
What are you trying to do, kill me? - Lady, please shut up.
- I didn't do nothing.
And you're gonna continue to do nothing while you sit back there-- like not tip off your husband that we're coming.
You were supposed to be aiding with the search party.
Who told you to put on your detective hats? We called ahead.
Fredi Leon's clocked in, but no one can find him.
He's not on the tarmac.
He's not answering his cell phone, and his supervisor hasn't seen him in two hours.
You think he's moving our guys out on a plane? It would sure get them past the roadblock.
All right, I'll break a couple of units off that are nearby, but I don't want this to blow up without confirmation.
We're not shutting down any flights.
Better be right about this.
You got doubts, pull over and let me drive.
I'll get us there faster.
Hey, man, there's no way this ramp rat is gonna sneak three grown men into a baggage compartment.
Maybe they got fake passports, plane tickets-- they're gonna board as passengers.
Who?! The James Bond triplets? Man, you been watching too much Mission Impossible.
Fake passports.
They're either flying out or they're driving out.
Why go to the airport to get a car, huh? I just thought of a reason.
Long-term valet.
Hey, I thought of it first.
Shut up! - N.
O.
P.
D.
! - N.
O.
P.
D.
! - Get on the ground! - Get down! - Get down on the ground.
- Go.
- ??? - Get down on the ground! - Okay! Down! Get down on the ground! I'm cutting through here! Cobb! I got this one! Tyler, don't do it! Don't do it! Get down! Get down! You'll never take me back to prison.
Don't do that either.
- I'm going to get you, boy.
- Hey, stop! Hey! Now put your hands on the car! Do it.
Do it now.
Might as well take the shot.
What? I go back to prison, I'm as good as dead.
- Put your hands on the car! - And get down on the ground! What the hell are you doing?! - We got him! - What are you shooting at?! can and will be used against you in a court of law.
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Files for your fugees.
You could've faxed these over, you know.
I'm all about the personal touch.
Plus, I hear Terence Deville's coming over to pick up prisoners.
A prisoner.
Amsinger's been shipped back to OPP for medical treatment.
And I hardly believe that Terence Deville is going to come over here in person.
That'd be like the mayor stopping by to send me on patrol.
Cap.
We got Dunlevy's car.
He dumped it Metairie.
Where'd you get the money? The money was Tim's.
Fredi's Tyler's boy.
But he wouldn't even help unless he was getting paid.
Chris, we found 25 large in each of those money bags.
Now that ain't money that's money.
Tim's rich.
I got a better question.
- OPP is downtown.
- Mm-hmm.
Fredi Leon said he picked him up in Kenner.
That means the three of you had to hoof it on foot, in your orange jumpers, three-quarters across New Orleans and Jefferson Parish just to get in a car, near the airport, where they were going anyway.
Now how in the hell did that happen? Why'd you do it, Chris? Chris! You don't have to do this right now, you don't want to.
Oh, yes, he does.
And you need to be another side at that mirror.
I just wanted to see my family.
I swear.
My daughter don't even know me.
My wife won't bring her by.
Man, that's all It's okay.
You don't have to explain.
I'm taking him back with me now.
The hell you are.
Don't try and roll me, kid.
- That's my property in that room, not yours.
- Your property? He's a ward of Orleans Penitentiary What the hell is going on here?! It's all right, boss.
He's just a little lost is all.
Forgot whose house he's in.
If you hadn't fumbled the capture, I wouldn't have to - Back it up! - Carlsson! Why don't you do everyone a favor and shut up.
Captain Embry, Terry Deville.
Don Lewis says you're a good man-- real police.
I've certainly heard a lot about you, sir.
Believe the good parts.
I want to thank you for bringing my men back alive, even if you did have to shoot one of them.
There's one still out there, sir, and the trail is hot.
Well, then let's not slow you down.
I'm just here to collect my prisoner and make sure - he's all right and get him back home.
- Okay.
And my men just have a couple more questions for Green pertaining to the manhunt.
Oh, absolutely, absolutely.
They can talk about Amsinger and Green after Amsinger gets patched up and both he and Green get reprocessed.
We're on a time crunch here, sir.
So is he.
If he doesn't clock in Chris Green by midnight, Mr.
Deville loses another inmate billing day.
Time's got to be tough if you're chasing down strays, Terrence.
Every penny counts in New Orleans, Miss Lindsey Swann.
I work for the D.
A.
But you probably recognize my name from the Prison Reform Coalition.
I helped write the class action lawsuit against you.
Hi.
Ms.
Swan, of course.
Don't believe anything she says.
Chief Lewis said I wouldn't have any problem here.
Am I going to have a problem here, Captain Embry? We got other leads we can follow.
Good.
Any way I can help let me know.
I've had suspects disappear, I've had witnesses refuse to talk, but I have never had a suspect yanked from me before I finished questioning him.
Deville's used to making the rules, not following them.
Because he runs the Parish jail? Who went and made him king? All right, let's stop focusing on his job and start to focus on ours.
It's clear that Dunlevy was the mastermind of the breakout, right? So, Dunlevy, who is he? Well, he's employed he's got no employment record after he dropped out of Tulane Law School in '02.
And his criminal record Well, he's got no criminal record till he was picked up in August, '05 holding a bottle of beer outside a bar in the Quarter.
You're telling me that Dunlevy got two years on a drunk and disorderly? There's guys doing time in OPP for spitting on the sidewalk.
???, misdemeanors, infractions, it doesn't matter.
The city pays Deville a per diem for every inmate.
Before Katrina, he was raking in over a hundred grand a day.
So it's to his advantage to jam as many people in there as possible.
Trust me, you ve no idea how bad it is in there.
Money-- they said that the money came from Tim.
What did Leon tell you about the cash in the money belts? He said that he'd picked it up in stages.
Different drop locations around the city.
But he never met the person who contacted him.
Which means that Tim had somebody working with him from the outside.
Green said Dunlevy's family was rich.
Then that's the way we roll follow the money.
Escaped? Escaped from where? You didn't know your son had been in prison for the past two years? I don't understand how Tim was in prison and we didn't know.
We're his family.
Shouldn't we have been notified? Not unless he notified you.
When's the last time you talked to your son 2004, Christmas.
??? and he was drunk, he was high, he was swearing Some awful things were said, by everyone.
I would like just wanted my son to have a good life.
Is that such a crime? No, you wanted him to have your life.
Tim had no interest in joining the family law firm.
He was into music.
As far as he got was a street performer at Jackson Square.
Playing for tourists.
You know, I just don't believe him sitting in prison for two years not calling us for help.
I mean, he's stubborn, granted, but he's not that stubborn.
I had trouble believing that myself.
Especially considering someone hooked your son up with over $100,000 in cash.
We set up a trust fund for Tim when he was a boy.
He earned exclusive access to it when he turned 21.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
Do you have the name of the person who made the last withdrawal? Oh, better than that.
We're downloading or uploading or whichever they're sending a picture of her from the surveillance cam linked to the withdrawl, she's made from Dunlevy's account using his password over the past three months.
Did you say "her"? Uh, Kelly Vert, 30 years old.
No priors.
DMV has her address listed in Algiers.
Looks like an apartment.
We're sending units.
What about a work address? Doesn't have one.
Hasn't filed a W-2 in five years.
Maybe she doesn't work.
Here she is.
Run her name with City Hall.
See if a Class-C vending permit pops up.
What's that? What? Just do it.
And then fax her picture over to Cafe Du Monde in Jackson Square.
Thanks, Irl.
There she is.
Think she's here, huh? She's got the permit, the non-declarable income.
She's a street performer.
Just like Tim Dunlevy.
You know, this is a real tight-knit community.
Everybody knows everybody.
Let's take a look.
Let me see that.
Silver Bullet you know this woman? Her name's Kelly, she works out here.
Come on, Cowboy.
I know you see everybody out here, man.
Nod yes or no if you've seen her.
So you're going to put on a show, huh? That's what you want to do? You want to put on a show with me? - All right, N.
O.
P.
D.
??? - Get your hands off me! I don't know nobody named Kelly! Run, Kelly! Hold on, hold on.
Against the fence.
Don't move.
I didn't do anything.
Put your hands behind your back.
I didn't do anything! I know who you are.
Your name is Kelly Vert and you're friends with Tim Dunlevy.
Turn around.
Where is he? Where is he?! I don't know.
And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.
Well, how do you think we got here, Kelly? We know you pulled the bag money for Tim's escape.
Now that makes you an accomplice to several felonies.
Look Look at me.
We're not the bad guys.
We just don't want anybody else to get hurt.
If you tell me that Tim wouldn't hurt anybody, I'll believe you.
Okay? I also know that he was in for a bogus charge, all right? You think that's what this is about? Well, then tell me why he broke out of prison.
Because he had to.
Because his life was in danger.
- From what? - I don't know.
He wouldn't tell me because he said it would put my life in danger.
But now you're in danger of going to the same place he just busted out of.
All right, now, just ease up for a sec, Boulet.
Captain.
Yeah, we got Kelly Vert.
What? What's wrong? Okay.
Okay, we're coming in right now.
Green and Amsinger are dead.
Killed by another inmate.
2 hours after they ??? You don't know that.
Might just be a coincidence.
Coincidence? There's no coinc.
He used us.
DeVille used us to catch those guys.
In order to take them back to prison and kill them.
He used us and he used you.
You watch yourself, Cobb.
Watch myself, Captain? No, no, no.
I blame myself.
I should have seen it back in that parking structure when Carlsson opened fire.
He wasn't overzealous he was shooting to kill Dunlevy.
Hey, something dirty's going on here, Captain.
Going on right in front of us.
Both of you stop it.
Your blood is up and so is mine, but let's talk reality here.
If you're going to accuse the Criminal Sheriff of New Orleans with conspiracy to commit murder, you better be damn sure you're right.
Our careers may not be important to you, but they are to me.
This was a hit, Captain.
Clear as day.
Clear as day? Where's the clear-as-day motive? Cover up.
Look, there's a secret inside that prison and Chris Green knew what it was, and he was scared to say it in front of Deputy Carlsson.
He probably figured if he kept his mouth shut to let him live.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get you in that prison.
You don't have to, Captain.
DeVille will let us in himself.
- He will? - Yeah.
'Cause we're going to round up his last missing prisoner.
How can you be sure that no one's going to recognize you in here? This place isn't what it used to be.
And I'm not the only one that washed away in the storm.
I didn't make many friends inside, Boulet.
Just my cell mate Sonny.
And he's gone.
All right, look, what happened is my fault and I take full responsibility for it.
Look, Amsinger and Green were slotted to be in solitary confinement for their own protection, all right, 'cause inmates hate escapees because everyone loses their privileges once an escape occurs.
For Cyrus White, that meant missing out on his once-a-month visit with his mother.
Now what I should've done is create a medical station and let Green receive his physical exam in private.
But, the problem is, I didn't have any space to do it.
Just like I didn't have anywhere else to put Ty Amsinger while his leg healed.
See, most of my facilities are still down.
Sir, we appreciate your honesty.
But our problem is that you didn't give us a chance to interrogate these guys.
Our profile on Dunlevy, it depended on it.
I know, and I'm sorry.
All right, what can I do to make it up to you? If we're gonna catch Dunlevy, we need to see how he escaped.
What are you suggesting? That we retrace his footsteps.
Take a look at everything leading up to the breakout.
I don't know what you hope to get out of this.
We already know how he escaped.
We made damn sure that none of these other jokers could pull the same stunt.
Open nine! Anyway, this is where Dunlevy woul started his day.
Hmm.
We tossed it already, there's nothing there.
"Prodigal Blues.
" Dunlevy wrote music.
But my guess is he wasn't allowed to play it, now was he? No OPP orchestra? No.
Must've been frustrating.
This is where he escaped from.
Cell block's still under repair.
Water damage.
What are we doing here? This is where it happened.
Well, how did he escape from here? That was my fault.
It's a shortcut to the old Parish prison yard and Dunlevy managed a library trailer.
I let him cut through here from time to time under my ??? Trusted him.
That was my fault.
So he jumped you.
No, Ty Amsinger did that.
Put a shiv to my throat when Dunlevy told him, I didn't open these doors for them, I'd never see my kids again.
Should've known, though.
If they're not already animals once they get in here, just the matter of time before they turn.
Sometimes I think the Christian thing to do is just put them all down.
They let you live.
Yeah.
After they bashed me in the head once I unlocked the door for them.
What if she's with somebody else, man? u think by carving her name into the wall it's gonna stop anything? Where was she on Tuesday, huh? Where? The woman missed one visit.
It doesn't mean she's out banging the baseball team, Sonny.
Help! Help! Please! Don't let me drown! Sonny you don't let go you're gonna kill us both.
You're pulling me down, Sonny.
Cobb! Hello.
Cobb, this is Embry.
I've got Dunlevy on the line and he'll only talk to you.
I'm going to transfer you now.
Keep him on the line as long as you can.
What's going on, partner? It's my wife.
She called the station looking for me.
Handle that.
Wife problems.
Whole world stops.
Yeah, he don't wear a ring.
Like I said, wife problems.
Just 'cause you wear a ring, don't mean you're protected from them.
Know what I'm saying? Of course you know what I'm saying.
Now what were you saying before that? Patching you through.
Hello.
Is this Cobb? How do you know my name? I heard your partner shout it at the parking structure.
Look, I know you arrested Kelly Vert.
What? I said Kelly has nothing to do with this, - okay? - Tim listen, it's too late for that.
We have proof that she pulled the money for you.
Right now, she's sitting in a police holding cell refusing to cooperate.
That's quite the girl that you have there.
She's not my girl.
We're just Look, damn it, you got to let her go.
Tim, I can't, I'm trying to keep her there so that she doesn't end up where I'm standing right now, at OPP.
What are you doing there? What are you doing here? There ain't no ghosts here.
I'm trying to figure out what really happened here.
Why don't you save me the trouble, Tim, and just tell me.
Nothing happened there.
- Listen, Tim - There ain't no ghosts here.
I know you're scared, but you got to trust me, okay? You're not listening to me.
I said nothing happened there.
What do you mean? How do I know I can trust you? Let's start with me saving your life, okay? Carlsson tried to kill you in that structure.
Come on, man, tell me.
There ain't no ghosts here! There ain't no ghosts here! What you gonna do, huh?! He's a cop! Hey! Hey! Cobb! Cobb! You all right? You okay? I don't care who started what.
Last thing I need to see in my prison are cops fighting cops in front of the inmates.
He ain't a cop.
There's a lot I don't see in your prison.
Mr.
Deville.
What are you talking about? I don't see how a federal felon like Ty Amsinger and two locals in on a misdemeanor can be in the same cell block at the same time.
And I don't see a bruise on the back of Carlsson's head like the one I just put on his eye.
And I sure as hell don't see a shiv mark on throat.
You calling me a liar? I'm calling you both liars! Nobody escaped from this prison - You shut your mouth! - Milo.
They were out on work detail-- community labor.
They were cleaning up trash near the marshland off Airline Highway.
That's why Fredi picked 'em up on the other side of town.
They were already over there.
Why'd you lie? Because the truth was more dangerous.
Public found out that they escaped while being supervised outside the prison, may have sparked a panic, forced me to shut down the work-release program altogether, and that would have hurt all of us, because prison labor has been essential in rebuilding this city.
So congratulations.
You got me.
Now get the hell out of my prison.
You're no longer welcome ???.
You ever work on a chain gang? All the time.
Any prisoner that can work must.
You get paid though, right? Yeah, minimum wage.
Then they take living expenses, travel expenses, payment of debts.
You're lucky to get pennies on the dollar.
Well, if Deville sent the cleaning crew out here, he sure got what he paid for.
No one's searched that junk for months.
So what were they really doing, hmm? 'Cause prison labor ain't a secret worth killing for.
Hell, that ain't a secret at all.
It's Embry.
Hey, Captain.
Hol-Hold on, let me put you on speaker phone.
I don't know where you guys are right now, but I just got off the phone with Chief Lewis, who specifically told me to take you two off the manhunt.
Now what the hell did you say to Tnce Deville? Sounds like we said too much of the right thing.
Apparently so.
Well, I've been ordered to tell you two to go home.
And I plan on doing that in how long? Two hours.
All right, in two hours I'll call you to take you off this case.
I took a souvenir from Tim's cell.
Mm-hmm.
What, his music? It ain't music.
The clefs are all wrong.
This is nonsense, man.
If you tried to play these notes, it'd sound like chicken sex.
Chicken sex? I'm not familiar with that sound.
If it's not music, what is it? I have an idea, but I need to sit down with a pen.
Kelly Vert? Come on.
Oh, God.
Guys, you got ten minutes tops.
I'm not getting suspended for you, Marlin.
Ginger, you're forever in my heart.
Oh, shut up.
Just have a seat.
What's going on? Pretty ingenious you and your boy Tim working out a little code like this especially one that he could pass to you through the mail right under the nose of the man who reads every letter.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, come it ain't even that hard.
Just running up and down the octaves, right? "A" through "G.
" Half-notes get you "H" through "N" and quarter-notes "O" through "U.
" Come on, you can make the whole alphabet with that.
Now, I'm sure you've tossed or burned every letter he sent you with instructions on how to access his accounts and dropping the money off for Fredi but this song right here came from his cell.
He didn't get a chance to mail it.
I translated it.
Y-You want to hear it? "Escape tomorrow night.
"Call you from ??? And in case I die, I love you.
" "Or in case I live.
" Kelly, Kelly, I talked to Tim.
He called me.
He asked me to let you go.
Even now, he's trying to keep you out of danger.
All I'm asking is that you do the same for him, that's it.
If we don't find him, someone else will.
And if they don't, then he's gonna be running for the rest of his life.
And trust me, that's its own kind of prison.
Let us help him.
Let us bring him in.
You're gonna have to give Chance a message from me.
Who's Chance? A bartender at the Alibi.
That was pretty good figuring out the music thing,in bugle boy.
- Bugle boy? - Yeah.
Yeah, playing in a marching band was the bomb, son.
What'd you do in high school? I was on the team, Boulet, scoring touchdowns, buddy.
- What will it be, fellows? - Bourbon, a double.
and a club soda with lime for Gale Sayers right here.
Hey, barkeep, are you Chance? Kelly Vert says we can see Tim here.
What did she say? Habadoosh? Habadoosh.
Habadoosh.
The storage room in the back.
Mm-hmm.
I'll go check it out myself.
- I don't want to spook him, - you know where I'll be.
Tim? Wait a second.
I'm gonna put the gun away, okay? We're just gonna talk.
How did you find me? Kelly.
I'm here to help you.
The way you helped Chris and Tyler? That was Deville and you know it.
I'm not on his side.
I'm on your side, Tim.
Everyone's on his side.
How can you guarantee me my protection? He can't.
No, no, don't! You under arrest, Dunlevy.
And you will not assist this fugitive in his escape.
Ain't gonna let you kill him, either.
Now it was bad enough you been shadowing me and my partner, do you really have to point a gun at him? Drop it.
You really need to work on your tailing skills.
- You lower your weapon.
- Lower yours.
Drop your damn gun! Carlsson, it's over! You've lost! Drop your weapon, Carlsson! Dunlevy, come here! Dunley, don't Boulet, you all right? - I'm good.
- You bleeding? I'm good.
My vest caught it.
Go! Go get Dunlevy.
I've got this bitch.
This is Boulet.
FAS, I'm calling in a 10-13 on my cell at the Alibi Bar.
Send everybody, now.
Quit running, Tim.
He was gonna kill me-- Carlsson.
My partner just saved your life.
Now you're gonna tell me what the hell's going on or I'm gonna kill you myself.
Sure you want to know? They'll come after you next.
I'll blow your brains out.
All right, oil.
It's about oil and money, like always, okay? A corporation called Shore, maybe you heard of 'em.
When Shore drills for oil in the Gulf, it creates tons of toxic sludge, all right? The nearest legal dump site is a hundred miles inland, but it costs big bucks to transport the stuff.
So Deville offered Shore a sweet deal.
"How about I send my workers; "inmates who will keep their mouth shut "to pick up unmarked barrels at the port, truck 'em just three miles in" and dump 'em in the marsh.
Just roll the barrels in, let 'em sink.
Shore Corporation saves millions and Deville gets a cut.
And when I realized what we're doing, I knew I would never leave that prison alive.
But Chris and Tyler were the only ones I could convince of that.
So we began to plot a way out.
The plan was just to get far enough away and then write up what happened.
you know, send it to the Picayunes, the New York Times even.
Stupid, huh? Show me your hands.
Take it.
My truck is on Decatur and Esplanade, five blocks down the road.
You head towards Algiers on the 428.
There's no roadblocks.
Leave it by the levee on the other side of the river.
Now go on, get.
Why are you doing this? I don't know.
Maybe it's my purpose.
And this is yours.
No go on, get.
Get out of here.
Wait.
If you talk to Kelly again, just tell her I should have kissed her when I had the chance.
Tim, go, go! Anything else you'd like to add? This concludes the initial statement of Detective Trevor Cobb concerning the officer-related shooting of September the 29th, 2007.
If he'd shot my partner, I would have done the same.
We good in here, Lindsey? Um, for now, yeah.
Terence DeVille's outside.
He wants to talk to you.
What? You can tell him to forget it.
This matter is with my office now.
We'll let him know when we want his statement.
- Lindsey, it's okay.
- No, Cobb, you don't have to talk to him.
Lindsey, it's okay.
If you want to stop the conversation, just say the word.
Understand? I got it, I got it.
You'll come back in here and kick his ass.
You think you're pretty smart, don't you? Well, I don't care what you told that little bitch of a DA, see, 'cause here's a story as it will soon be known true.
Two N.
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cops shot and wounded a brave deputy of the Corrections Department, and then they helped a desperate, dangerous fugitive go free.
You're going down, son.
Then you're gonna come to my prison where we're gonna continue this chat for a long, long time.
That's not bad, Mr.
Deville, not bad.
but you might want to start dreaming up a better story.
because my friends and I, we're putting together a pretty good story of our own, right out of the swamp.
When we trace that toxic crapic in those barrels to Shore Company, you're still gonna need a better story.
You can't prove anything.
And in the case that your story involves a brave deputy, who tragically got bumped off, and blamed for everything? You should know Milo Carlsson is recovering in a hospital room under 24-hour guard, courtesy of N.
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I wonder what story he's gonna tell, DeVille.
You're no longer welcome here.
This ain't over.
I saw our old prison cell, man.
Looks as crappy as ever.
Your girl's initials are still on the wall just where you put 'em.
They survived.
I just thought you'd want to know that.
You tell him you brought down the king of the prison? Yeah.
He didn't believe me.
He'll come around.
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" So I joined the Army, laid low for a little while, nobody asked me any questions.
Deep down inside, if you're still a criminal, I will take you down.
Trevor Trevor Cobb.
Come on, man, Shake it off.
I was just trying to get some sleep, man.
Sleep? So was I, man.
That's what happens when people been be up all night.
You all right? Yeah, we just got off patrol half-hour ago, man.
What's going on? Yeah, I know.
A jailbreak over at OPP.
So, say hello to overtime.
Three inmates just running loose, over an hour now.
Chief's rounding up a posse and we're on point now, so come on.
The copier's broken so everybody get a good look at the board.
They believe that the escapees are on foot in Jefferson's Fourth District.
We are to deploy at West Esplanade and Barnable to assist Terence DeVille's men with their dragnet.
This is Tim Dunlevy, six-foot-one, 29 years old.
Christopher Green, 33, 210 pounds.
Under six, he's not going to be moving too fast.
And Tyler Amsinger, 36, five-11, 185 pounds.
This one's a federal felon, but all three are to be considered armed and dangerous.
My condolences to you all who thought your shift was over, but Chief Lewis has called upon all the districts to help those nice boys in the Criminal Sheriff's Office recover their runaways.
All right! Let's go, let's go, let's go! These guys aren't going to catch themselves.
The sooner they get back in prison, the sooner we get back in bed.
I had a dream last night that we busted out of here.
Maybe we should.
Shut up, Trev.
The guards'll hear you.
So what if they do? Can't throw you in the hole for dreaming about it, so Can I talk to you for a second? You're putting Tabasco in your oatmeal? Tabasco? Yeah.
I'm a black man.
I use hot sauce.
Woo! Mmm! Wake up! Wake up, wake up! Marlin.
Hey, Marlin.
Marlin.
Let me talk to you for a second.
It's about our assignment.
I knew it.
I knew this was gonna come back to bite me.
- OPP is where you spent your time.
- Hold on a second.
And now you're gonna tell me that one of those guys is your best friend and you can't bring yourself to bust him.
It's not about me.
Okay? And I don't know who these guys are.
I just know there's a better way to track them, is all.
So why don't you just shut up and hear me out? A three-man breakout doesn't happen by chance.
It takes months of planning.
And usually there's help from the outside, someone you trust, who can get you out of the city clean in two hours.
If we don't get 'em by then, they're as good as gone.
What is this, jailhouse wisdom? Up there with "Don't drop the soap"? I know what I'm talking about, Boulet.
One of those inmates has got a contact, and if I had to guess, I'd probably say it's the bank robber.
Amsinger.
Mm-hmm.
He's probably got a whole bunch of ex-partners that we can look up.
We find the contact and we find the cons.
It's a much better plan than "let's search Jefferson Parish.
" That'll take a week.
This'll take an hour.
SWAT guys.
Good.
I need you to search and clear those buildings.
Why? Have there been civilian sightings? Intelligence as you need it.
Right now, I need you to start on this.
Okay, that's what you need.
I need to do my job, which doesn't include - taking orders from prison guards.
- Take it easy.
- You know who this guy works for? - I don't care.
You should care, 'cause I'm in charge of this manhunt.
And you will follow my command or I'll have Terence DeVille call your captain and have you pulled.
Oh, so you're going to get your daddy to beat up my daddy? Please.
These buildings are family homes.
It's 6:00 in the morning.
I'm not going to door-ram every house on the block.
I think we'll knock first.
Come on, Leroy.
You go knock first.
I can't wait to explain this to Embry.
"Now, why were you boys knocking on doors halfway across town from where you're supposed to be?" "Well, Cap, see, "Cobb tapped into his special prisoner powers "to get into the mind of a fugitive and become one with evil.
" Boulet, if anyone's inside, you just made sure they know we're coming.
Oh, well, you know, the last two didn't know about that, Cobb.
They were still asleep.
So, that's two strikes against you, partner.
N.
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! Open up! Aguanta! Aguanta, contra! Hold on! What do you want? We're looking for Fredi Leon.
He's at work.
Can I give him a message? Strike three.
We're looking for his friend, Ty Amsinger, who he used to rob banks with.
No, no, no.
Fredi never robbed no banks.
Those were all lies.
And if you're looking for Ty Amsinger, he's in prison.
He just broke out a couple hours ago.
Look, Ty knows all types of bad people.
??? Like Val Jester and Robbie Simon, so why don't you two go bother them? We were just at their houses, and they were in bed, like most people at this hour.
Well, Fredi works the early shift.
He starts at 3:00 a.
m.
Where does he work? He's a bag handler at Louis Armstrong.
The airport? How the hell do you get to the airport? Like I said, Captain, sometimes you got to think like a criminal.
Hijole! Me vas a cepillar! Slow down.
What are you trying to do, kill me? - Lady, please shut up.
- I didn't do nothing.
And you're gonna continue to do nothing while you sit back there-- like not tip off your husband that we're coming.
You were supposed to be aiding with the search party.
Who told you to put on your detective hats? We called ahead.
Fredi Leon's clocked in, but no one can find him.
He's not on the tarmac.
He's not answering his cell phone, and his supervisor hasn't seen him in two hours.
You think he's moving our guys out on a plane? It would sure get them past the roadblock.
All right, I'll break a couple of units off that are nearby, but I don't want this to blow up without confirmation.
We're not shutting down any flights.
Better be right about this.
You got doubts, pull over and let me drive.
I'll get us there faster.
Hey, man, there's no way this ramp rat is gonna sneak three grown men into a baggage compartment.
Maybe they got fake passports, plane tickets-- they're gonna board as passengers.
Who?! The James Bond triplets? Man, you been watching too much Mission Impossible.
Fake passports.
They're either flying out or they're driving out.
Why go to the airport to get a car, huh? I just thought of a reason.
Long-term valet.
Hey, I thought of it first.
Shut up! - N.
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! - N.
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! - Get on the ground! - Get down! - Get down on the ground.
- Go.
- ??? - Get down on the ground! - Okay! Down! Get down on the ground! I'm cutting through here! Cobb! I got this one! Tyler, don't do it! Don't do it! Get down! Get down! You'll never take me back to prison.
Don't do that either.
- I'm going to get you, boy.
- Hey, stop! Hey! Now put your hands on the car! Do it.
Do it now.
Might as well take the shot.
What? I go back to prison, I'm as good as dead.
- Put your hands on the car! - And get down on the ground! What the hell are you doing?! - We got him! - What are you shooting at?! can and will be used against you in a court of law.
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Files for your fugees.
You could've faxed these over, you know.
I'm all about the personal touch.
Plus, I hear Terence Deville's coming over to pick up prisoners.
A prisoner.
Amsinger's been shipped back to OPP for medical treatment.
And I hardly believe that Terence Deville is going to come over here in person.
That'd be like the mayor stopping by to send me on patrol.
Cap.
We got Dunlevy's car.
He dumped it Metairie.
Where'd you get the money? The money was Tim's.
Fredi's Tyler's boy.
But he wouldn't even help unless he was getting paid.
Chris, we found 25 large in each of those money bags.
Now that ain't money that's money.
Tim's rich.
I got a better question.
- OPP is downtown.
- Mm-hmm.
Fredi Leon said he picked him up in Kenner.
That means the three of you had to hoof it on foot, in your orange jumpers, three-quarters across New Orleans and Jefferson Parish just to get in a car, near the airport, where they were going anyway.
Now how in the hell did that happen? Why'd you do it, Chris? Chris! You don't have to do this right now, you don't want to.
Oh, yes, he does.
And you need to be another side at that mirror.
I just wanted to see my family.
I swear.
My daughter don't even know me.
My wife won't bring her by.
Man, that's all It's okay.
You don't have to explain.
I'm taking him back with me now.
The hell you are.
Don't try and roll me, kid.
- That's my property in that room, not yours.
- Your property? He's a ward of Orleans Penitentiary What the hell is going on here?! It's all right, boss.
He's just a little lost is all.
Forgot whose house he's in.
If you hadn't fumbled the capture, I wouldn't have to - Back it up! - Carlsson! Why don't you do everyone a favor and shut up.
Captain Embry, Terry Deville.
Don Lewis says you're a good man-- real police.
I've certainly heard a lot about you, sir.
Believe the good parts.
I want to thank you for bringing my men back alive, even if you did have to shoot one of them.
There's one still out there, sir, and the trail is hot.
Well, then let's not slow you down.
I'm just here to collect my prisoner and make sure - he's all right and get him back home.
- Okay.
And my men just have a couple more questions for Green pertaining to the manhunt.
Oh, absolutely, absolutely.
They can talk about Amsinger and Green after Amsinger gets patched up and both he and Green get reprocessed.
We're on a time crunch here, sir.
So is he.
If he doesn't clock in Chris Green by midnight, Mr.
Deville loses another inmate billing day.
Time's got to be tough if you're chasing down strays, Terrence.
Every penny counts in New Orleans, Miss Lindsey Swann.
I work for the D.
A.
But you probably recognize my name from the Prison Reform Coalition.
I helped write the class action lawsuit against you.
Hi.
Ms.
Swan, of course.
Don't believe anything she says.
Chief Lewis said I wouldn't have any problem here.
Am I going to have a problem here, Captain Embry? We got other leads we can follow.
Good.
Any way I can help let me know.
I've had suspects disappear, I've had witnesses refuse to talk, but I have never had a suspect yanked from me before I finished questioning him.
Deville's used to making the rules, not following them.
Because he runs the Parish jail? Who went and made him king? All right, let's stop focusing on his job and start to focus on ours.
It's clear that Dunlevy was the mastermind of the breakout, right? So, Dunlevy, who is he? Well, he's employed he's got no employment record after he dropped out of Tulane Law School in '02.
And his criminal record Well, he's got no criminal record till he was picked up in August, '05 holding a bottle of beer outside a bar in the Quarter.
You're telling me that Dunlevy got two years on a drunk and disorderly? There's guys doing time in OPP for spitting on the sidewalk.
???, misdemeanors, infractions, it doesn't matter.
The city pays Deville a per diem for every inmate.
Before Katrina, he was raking in over a hundred grand a day.
So it's to his advantage to jam as many people in there as possible.
Trust me, you ve no idea how bad it is in there.
Money-- they said that the money came from Tim.
What did Leon tell you about the cash in the money belts? He said that he'd picked it up in stages.
Different drop locations around the city.
But he never met the person who contacted him.
Which means that Tim had somebody working with him from the outside.
Green said Dunlevy's family was rich.
Then that's the way we roll follow the money.
Escaped? Escaped from where? You didn't know your son had been in prison for the past two years? I don't understand how Tim was in prison and we didn't know.
We're his family.
Shouldn't we have been notified? Not unless he notified you.
When's the last time you talked to your son 2004, Christmas.
??? and he was drunk, he was high, he was swearing Some awful things were said, by everyone.
I would like just wanted my son to have a good life.
Is that such a crime? No, you wanted him to have your life.
Tim had no interest in joining the family law firm.
He was into music.
As far as he got was a street performer at Jackson Square.
Playing for tourists.
You know, I just don't believe him sitting in prison for two years not calling us for help.
I mean, he's stubborn, granted, but he's not that stubborn.
I had trouble believing that myself.
Especially considering someone hooked your son up with over $100,000 in cash.
We set up a trust fund for Tim when he was a boy.
He earned exclusive access to it when he turned 21.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
Do you have the name of the person who made the last withdrawal? Oh, better than that.
We're downloading or uploading or whichever they're sending a picture of her from the surveillance cam linked to the withdrawl, she's made from Dunlevy's account using his password over the past three months.
Did you say "her"? Uh, Kelly Vert, 30 years old.
No priors.
DMV has her address listed in Algiers.
Looks like an apartment.
We're sending units.
What about a work address? Doesn't have one.
Hasn't filed a W-2 in five years.
Maybe she doesn't work.
Here she is.
Run her name with City Hall.
See if a Class-C vending permit pops up.
What's that? What? Just do it.
And then fax her picture over to Cafe Du Monde in Jackson Square.
Thanks, Irl.
There she is.
Think she's here, huh? She's got the permit, the non-declarable income.
She's a street performer.
Just like Tim Dunlevy.
You know, this is a real tight-knit community.
Everybody knows everybody.
Let's take a look.
Let me see that.
Silver Bullet you know this woman? Her name's Kelly, she works out here.
Come on, Cowboy.
I know you see everybody out here, man.
Nod yes or no if you've seen her.
So you're going to put on a show, huh? That's what you want to do? You want to put on a show with me? - All right, N.
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??? - Get your hands off me! I don't know nobody named Kelly! Run, Kelly! Hold on, hold on.
Against the fence.
Don't move.
I didn't do anything.
Put your hands behind your back.
I didn't do anything! I know who you are.
Your name is Kelly Vert and you're friends with Tim Dunlevy.
Turn around.
Where is he? Where is he?! I don't know.
And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.
Well, how do you think we got here, Kelly? We know you pulled the bag money for Tim's escape.
Now that makes you an accomplice to several felonies.
Look Look at me.
We're not the bad guys.
We just don't want anybody else to get hurt.
If you tell me that Tim wouldn't hurt anybody, I'll believe you.
Okay? I also know that he was in for a bogus charge, all right? You think that's what this is about? Well, then tell me why he broke out of prison.
Because he had to.
Because his life was in danger.
- From what? - I don't know.
He wouldn't tell me because he said it would put my life in danger.
But now you're in danger of going to the same place he just busted out of.
All right, now, just ease up for a sec, Boulet.
Captain.
Yeah, we got Kelly Vert.
What? What's wrong? Okay.
Okay, we're coming in right now.
Green and Amsinger are dead.
Killed by another inmate.
2 hours after they ??? You don't know that.
Might just be a coincidence.
Coincidence? There's no coinc.
He used us.
DeVille used us to catch those guys.
In order to take them back to prison and kill them.
He used us and he used you.
You watch yourself, Cobb.
Watch myself, Captain? No, no, no.
I blame myself.
I should have seen it back in that parking structure when Carlsson opened fire.
He wasn't overzealous he was shooting to kill Dunlevy.
Hey, something dirty's going on here, Captain.
Going on right in front of us.
Both of you stop it.
Your blood is up and so is mine, but let's talk reality here.
If you're going to accuse the Criminal Sheriff of New Orleans with conspiracy to commit murder, you better be damn sure you're right.
Our careers may not be important to you, but they are to me.
This was a hit, Captain.
Clear as day.
Clear as day? Where's the clear-as-day motive? Cover up.
Look, there's a secret inside that prison and Chris Green knew what it was, and he was scared to say it in front of Deputy Carlsson.
He probably figured if he kept his mouth shut to let him live.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get you in that prison.
You don't have to, Captain.
DeVille will let us in himself.
- He will? - Yeah.
'Cause we're going to round up his last missing prisoner.
How can you be sure that no one's going to recognize you in here? This place isn't what it used to be.
And I'm not the only one that washed away in the storm.
I didn't make many friends inside, Boulet.
Just my cell mate Sonny.
And he's gone.
All right, look, what happened is my fault and I take full responsibility for it.
Look, Amsinger and Green were slotted to be in solitary confinement for their own protection, all right, 'cause inmates hate escapees because everyone loses their privileges once an escape occurs.
For Cyrus White, that meant missing out on his once-a-month visit with his mother.
Now what I should've done is create a medical station and let Green receive his physical exam in private.
But, the problem is, I didn't have any space to do it.
Just like I didn't have anywhere else to put Ty Amsinger while his leg healed.
See, most of my facilities are still down.
Sir, we appreciate your honesty.
But our problem is that you didn't give us a chance to interrogate these guys.
Our profile on Dunlevy, it depended on it.
I know, and I'm sorry.
All right, what can I do to make it up to you? If we're gonna catch Dunlevy, we need to see how he escaped.
What are you suggesting? That we retrace his footsteps.
Take a look at everything leading up to the breakout.
I don't know what you hope to get out of this.
We already know how he escaped.
We made damn sure that none of these other jokers could pull the same stunt.
Open nine! Anyway, this is where Dunlevy woul started his day.
Hmm.
We tossed it already, there's nothing there.
"Prodigal Blues.
" Dunlevy wrote music.
But my guess is he wasn't allowed to play it, now was he? No OPP orchestra? No.
Must've been frustrating.
This is where he escaped from.
Cell block's still under repair.
Water damage.
What are we doing here? This is where it happened.
Well, how did he escape from here? That was my fault.
It's a shortcut to the old Parish prison yard and Dunlevy managed a library trailer.
I let him cut through here from time to time under my ??? Trusted him.
That was my fault.
So he jumped you.
No, Ty Amsinger did that.
Put a shiv to my throat when Dunlevy told him, I didn't open these doors for them, I'd never see my kids again.
Should've known, though.
If they're not already animals once they get in here, just the matter of time before they turn.
Sometimes I think the Christian thing to do is just put them all down.
They let you live.
Yeah.
After they bashed me in the head once I unlocked the door for them.
What if she's with somebody else, man? u think by carving her name into the wall it's gonna stop anything? Where was she on Tuesday, huh? Where? The woman missed one visit.
It doesn't mean she's out banging the baseball team, Sonny.
Help! Help! Please! Don't let me drown! Sonny you don't let go you're gonna kill us both.
You're pulling me down, Sonny.
Cobb! Hello.
Cobb, this is Embry.
I've got Dunlevy on the line and he'll only talk to you.
I'm going to transfer you now.
Keep him on the line as long as you can.
What's going on, partner? It's my wife.
She called the station looking for me.
Handle that.
Wife problems.
Whole world stops.
Yeah, he don't wear a ring.
Like I said, wife problems.
Just 'cause you wear a ring, don't mean you're protected from them.
Know what I'm saying? Of course you know what I'm saying.
Now what were you saying before that? Patching you through.
Hello.
Is this Cobb? How do you know my name? I heard your partner shout it at the parking structure.
Look, I know you arrested Kelly Vert.
What? I said Kelly has nothing to do with this, - okay? - Tim listen, it's too late for that.
We have proof that she pulled the money for you.
Right now, she's sitting in a police holding cell refusing to cooperate.
That's quite the girl that you have there.
She's not my girl.
We're just Look, damn it, you got to let her go.
Tim, I can't, I'm trying to keep her there so that she doesn't end up where I'm standing right now, at OPP.
What are you doing there? What are you doing here? There ain't no ghosts here.
I'm trying to figure out what really happened here.
Why don't you save me the trouble, Tim, and just tell me.
Nothing happened there.
- Listen, Tim - There ain't no ghosts here.
I know you're scared, but you got to trust me, okay? You're not listening to me.
I said nothing happened there.
What do you mean? How do I know I can trust you? Let's start with me saving your life, okay? Carlsson tried to kill you in that structure.
Come on, man, tell me.
There ain't no ghosts here! There ain't no ghosts here! What you gonna do, huh?! He's a cop! Hey! Hey! Cobb! Cobb! You all right? You okay? I don't care who started what.
Last thing I need to see in my prison are cops fighting cops in front of the inmates.
He ain't a cop.
There's a lot I don't see in your prison.
Mr.
Deville.
What are you talking about? I don't see how a federal felon like Ty Amsinger and two locals in on a misdemeanor can be in the same cell block at the same time.
And I don't see a bruise on the back of Carlsson's head like the one I just put on his eye.
And I sure as hell don't see a shiv mark on throat.
You calling me a liar? I'm calling you both liars! Nobody escaped from this prison - You shut your mouth! - Milo.
They were out on work detail-- community labor.
They were cleaning up trash near the marshland off Airline Highway.
That's why Fredi picked 'em up on the other side of town.
They were already over there.
Why'd you lie? Because the truth was more dangerous.
Public found out that they escaped while being supervised outside the prison, may have sparked a panic, forced me to shut down the work-release program altogether, and that would have hurt all of us, because prison labor has been essential in rebuilding this city.
So congratulations.
You got me.
Now get the hell out of my prison.
You're no longer welcome ???.
You ever work on a chain gang? All the time.
Any prisoner that can work must.
You get paid though, right? Yeah, minimum wage.
Then they take living expenses, travel expenses, payment of debts.
You're lucky to get pennies on the dollar.
Well, if Deville sent the cleaning crew out here, he sure got what he paid for.
No one's searched that junk for months.
So what were they really doing, hmm? 'Cause prison labor ain't a secret worth killing for.
Hell, that ain't a secret at all.
It's Embry.
Hey, Captain.
Hol-Hold on, let me put you on speaker phone.
I don't know where you guys are right now, but I just got off the phone with Chief Lewis, who specifically told me to take you two off the manhunt.
Now what the hell did you say to Tnce Deville? Sounds like we said too much of the right thing.
Apparently so.
Well, I've been ordered to tell you two to go home.
And I plan on doing that in how long? Two hours.
All right, in two hours I'll call you to take you off this case.
I took a souvenir from Tim's cell.
Mm-hmm.
What, his music? It ain't music.
The clefs are all wrong.
This is nonsense, man.
If you tried to play these notes, it'd sound like chicken sex.
Chicken sex? I'm not familiar with that sound.
If it's not music, what is it? I have an idea, but I need to sit down with a pen.
Kelly Vert? Come on.
Oh, God.
Guys, you got ten minutes tops.
I'm not getting suspended for you, Marlin.
Ginger, you're forever in my heart.
Oh, shut up.
Just have a seat.
What's going on? Pretty ingenious you and your boy Tim working out a little code like this especially one that he could pass to you through the mail right under the nose of the man who reads every letter.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, come it ain't even that hard.
Just running up and down the octaves, right? "A" through "G.
" Half-notes get you "H" through "N" and quarter-notes "O" through "U.
" Come on, you can make the whole alphabet with that.
Now, I'm sure you've tossed or burned every letter he sent you with instructions on how to access his accounts and dropping the money off for Fredi but this song right here came from his cell.
He didn't get a chance to mail it.
I translated it.
Y-You want to hear it? "Escape tomorrow night.
"Call you from ??? And in case I die, I love you.
" "Or in case I live.
" Kelly, Kelly, I talked to Tim.
He called me.
He asked me to let you go.
Even now, he's trying to keep you out of danger.
All I'm asking is that you do the same for him, that's it.
If we don't find him, someone else will.
And if they don't, then he's gonna be running for the rest of his life.
And trust me, that's its own kind of prison.
Let us help him.
Let us bring him in.
You're gonna have to give Chance a message from me.
Who's Chance? A bartender at the Alibi.
That was pretty good figuring out the music thing,in bugle boy.
- Bugle boy? - Yeah.
Yeah, playing in a marching band was the bomb, son.
What'd you do in high school? I was on the team, Boulet, scoring touchdowns, buddy.
- What will it be, fellows? - Bourbon, a double.
and a club soda with lime for Gale Sayers right here.
Hey, barkeep, are you Chance? Kelly Vert says we can see Tim here.
What did she say? Habadoosh? Habadoosh.
Habadoosh.
The storage room in the back.
Mm-hmm.
I'll go check it out myself.
- I don't want to spook him, - you know where I'll be.
Tim? Wait a second.
I'm gonna put the gun away, okay? We're just gonna talk.
How did you find me? Kelly.
I'm here to help you.
The way you helped Chris and Tyler? That was Deville and you know it.
I'm not on his side.
I'm on your side, Tim.
Everyone's on his side.
How can you guarantee me my protection? He can't.
No, no, don't! You under arrest, Dunlevy.
And you will not assist this fugitive in his escape.
Ain't gonna let you kill him, either.
Now it was bad enough you been shadowing me and my partner, do you really have to point a gun at him? Drop it.
You really need to work on your tailing skills.
- You lower your weapon.
- Lower yours.
Drop your damn gun! Carlsson, it's over! You've lost! Drop your weapon, Carlsson! Dunlevy, come here! Dunley, don't Boulet, you all right? - I'm good.
- You bleeding? I'm good.
My vest caught it.
Go! Go get Dunlevy.
I've got this bitch.
This is Boulet.
FAS, I'm calling in a 10-13 on my cell at the Alibi Bar.
Send everybody, now.
Quit running, Tim.
He was gonna kill me-- Carlsson.
My partner just saved your life.
Now you're gonna tell me what the hell's going on or I'm gonna kill you myself.
Sure you want to know? They'll come after you next.
I'll blow your brains out.
All right, oil.
It's about oil and money, like always, okay? A corporation called Shore, maybe you heard of 'em.
When Shore drills for oil in the Gulf, it creates tons of toxic sludge, all right? The nearest legal dump site is a hundred miles inland, but it costs big bucks to transport the stuff.
So Deville offered Shore a sweet deal.
"How about I send my workers; "inmates who will keep their mouth shut "to pick up unmarked barrels at the port, truck 'em just three miles in" and dump 'em in the marsh.
Just roll the barrels in, let 'em sink.
Shore Corporation saves millions and Deville gets a cut.
And when I realized what we're doing, I knew I would never leave that prison alive.
But Chris and Tyler were the only ones I could convince of that.
So we began to plot a way out.
The plan was just to get far enough away and then write up what happened.
you know, send it to the Picayunes, the New York Times even.
Stupid, huh? Show me your hands.
Take it.
My truck is on Decatur and Esplanade, five blocks down the road.
You head towards Algiers on the 428.
There's no roadblocks.
Leave it by the levee on the other side of the river.
Now go on, get.
Why are you doing this? I don't know.
Maybe it's my purpose.
And this is yours.
No go on, get.
Get out of here.
Wait.
If you talk to Kelly again, just tell her I should have kissed her when I had the chance.
Tim, go, go! Anything else you'd like to add? This concludes the initial statement of Detective Trevor Cobb concerning the officer-related shooting of September the 29th, 2007.
If he'd shot my partner, I would have done the same.
We good in here, Lindsey? Um, for now, yeah.
Terence DeVille's outside.
He wants to talk to you.
What? You can tell him to forget it.
This matter is with my office now.
We'll let him know when we want his statement.
- Lindsey, it's okay.
- No, Cobb, you don't have to talk to him.
Lindsey, it's okay.
If you want to stop the conversation, just say the word.
Understand? I got it, I got it.
You'll come back in here and kick his ass.
You think you're pretty smart, don't you? Well, I don't care what you told that little bitch of a DA, see, 'cause here's a story as it will soon be known true.
Two N.
O.
P.
D.
cops shot and wounded a brave deputy of the Corrections Department, and then they helped a desperate, dangerous fugitive go free.
You're going down, son.
Then you're gonna come to my prison where we're gonna continue this chat for a long, long time.
That's not bad, Mr.
Deville, not bad.
but you might want to start dreaming up a better story.
because my friends and I, we're putting together a pretty good story of our own, right out of the swamp.
When we trace that toxic crapic in those barrels to Shore Company, you're still gonna need a better story.
You can't prove anything.
And in the case that your story involves a brave deputy, who tragically got bumped off, and blamed for everything? You should know Milo Carlsson is recovering in a hospital room under 24-hour guard, courtesy of N.
O.
P.
D.
I wonder what story he's gonna tell, DeVille.
You're no longer welcome here.
This ain't over.
I saw our old prison cell, man.
Looks as crappy as ever.
Your girl's initials are still on the wall just where you put 'em.
They survived.
I just thought you'd want to know that.
You tell him you brought down the king of the prison? Yeah.
He didn't believe me.
He'll come around.
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