Breakout Kings (2011) s02e10 Episode Script

No, no, no, I want every Marshal on this, NYPD kidnap squad, I want the FBI in case he takes her over state lines.
No, listen to me, get the Port Authority on every bus, on every terminal.
Shut down the the Easy Pass on all the bridges.
I want this guy going through the toll booths.
No, just do it! This is my kid! He has my girl.
This animal has Theresa, and you're just standing there! Please, just take a breath.
Right now you are literally not thinking right.
Your adrenal glands are working overtime; your heart's sending a deluge of blood to your brain.
This is all your fault, you little college prick.
You wanted to lure Damien in close.
You lured him in so close, that he took my kid.
Dead or alive, Ray; those are the only two options as to how Theresa will be the next time we see her, so please, how you react over the next few hours will determine which one of those we get.
Just take a breath.
And pull your shit together.
Please.
Guys? This was hidden in Theresa's ID.
What does it say? Uh, I don't know; it's math.
This is Damien's handwriting; what is it? Trigonometric functions.
Radians, a visual way to display angels through coordinates.
He's still leaving riddles? Shh.
Just take a breath, okay? Damien's intelligent, but his IQ tops off at like 130.
I can figure this out, and he knows I can.
So he wants me to.
Marshals.
Um, where's my pen? Transpo's on their way up for Max.
No, absolutely not.
They take Max, the cons go back to Maybelle.
I need you guys.
Not a problem.
Come on! You can't lock me in the Hey, keep it down.
Loosen my cuffs.
If you don't shut up, I will drown you in the toilet.
They're too tight.
I'm not gonna try any Ain't the day to play.
Hey, how you doing? I'm here for Max Morris.
Morris? Morris? We don't got him yet.
What do you mean, you don't got him? I got a call he was here.
Then you got the wrong phone call, pal.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What am I, your girlfriend? Taking me for a walk? I got four deputies downstairs ready to Hannibal Lecter this guy.
What, do you got wax in your ears? He's not here.
Take it easy.
Okay, maybe it hasn't trickled down to Transpo what I'm dealing with right now, okay, so I'm going to give you a pass on your ass kicking.
Now, beat it.
You know, Zancanelli, everyone at HQ always said you were a dick.
Everybody's right.
Now, keep walking.
Dick.
Is he gone? Yeah.
Listen, we've got more problems than Transpo coming by.
Oh, like problems with your boy Wolverine downstairs? Don't look at me like that.
Dude's got hair like Wolverine.
Okay, look, whatever.
Problem is, he's going to go to the cops.
What, he's going to rat you out? He's naive.
He thinks if he tells the truth that he can cut a plea and-and they're not going to come after me because he duped me.
If the cops find out that you gave him the address to a man who later winds up dead, they will nail you, Erica.
Look, I know.
Where's he live? Make one phone call, take care of this today.
No.
No, you don't touch him.
I can handle this.
Really? Why'd you tell me? Yes! Got it.
Okay, so I've mapped out the points in the Euclidean plane.
Each set of coordinates translates to an angle.
So 64 degrees, 63 degrees and so on.
And I lined up the numbers.
646, that's the first three numbers in the New York area code.
323, that's the first three numbers in the prefix Okay.
Running the trace.
We need him on the line at least 30 seconds, Ray.
I don't know it's a number, Ray.
That's just a guess.
Hello? This is agent Ray Zancanelli.
Damien, if this is you Daddy! Teresa? Teresa, sweetheart, I'm going to get you back.
I'm not going to let anything else happen to you you.
Baby, I just need you to be brave.
Hi, Daddy.
Damien.
Damien, if you so much as touch a hair on my child Oh, I won't touch her, Ray.
At least not yet.
In fact, I'm going to put her someplace for safe keeping.
Thing is, it's only safe for the next four hours.
After that she's out of air.
Me for her, even swap.
You'll have a marshal.
You'll get all the attention you want.
Why would I take an old man over the innocence of youth? Now, if you ever want to hold your little girl again, I suggest you look to a youth that wasn't so innocent.
I'd start with the man who popped Julianne's cherry.
Excuse my vulgar language.
Damien, why do we need to talk to this person? Oh, hey, Doc.
Knew you'd figure out my little math problem.
You're so smart.
You didn't answer my question.
And I won't.
But you better figure it out, Doc.
'Cause if you don't put together the clues from my little scavenger hunt, Teresa dies.
I made this game just for you, Dr.
Lowery.
Clock's a-ticking.
Get it? He was on long enough, but he's bouncing the signal off random towers.
It's untraceable.
All right, we got the number.
Tell ESU to keep working on it.
No, he dumped that phone already.
Guarantee he's got a fresh one in his pocket.
We got to wait until he calls again.
Ray.
We heard her voice.
We know she's alive.
We just we have to just keep playing his game, and we will find her.
First guy you slept with.
Um Billy McBride.
Um, last I heard, he lives in Park Slope.
All right, get the address.
Come on, let's go.
Get changed.
Ray, Ray, Ray, what about what about Houdini in the bathroom? It ain't safe to leave him alone here with Julianne.
Jules, we need some of your meds.
Open your mouth.
Open your mouth! You didn't get them down his throat yet? Keep his mouth open.
I need to get How many of Julianne's crazy pills are you going to give him? It's called Xanax-- and just enough so that he doesn't escape.
All right, close his mouth, pinch his nose.
All right, you get to breathe again when I see you swallow.
And don't fake it.
I'm a doctor.
I've seen that before.
Open his mouth, Shea.
Let me see.
Okay, they're down.
Good.
All right, let's go.
Guys, somebody's got to stay with him till the pills kick in.
I'll do it.
Fine.
Erica, hold on.
Come here for a second.
Come here.
Listen, Ray is wound up tighter than a two dollar watch.
Try to keep him cool.
He listens to you.
This is some serious business we're dealing with.
I have a daughter.
Do you really think you need to tell me how important this is? All right, you keep it cool, too.
Thanks for the phone, baby.
Where you at, Wolverine? That was sweet.
Had her speed bumps up into me the whole time.
Yeah, keep talking, I'll knock your ass out again.
Sorry if I'm flustered, but this is the second time this week a marshal's been here flashing a badge.
Is this him? Yeah.
That's Deputy DuChamp.
I know, ever since Madoff went down, every fund manager's in the crosshairs, but I'll open my books.
Okay, I don't care about your books.
I need to know everything he said and did when he was here.
You tell the truth, we're out the door.
You hold back, and I have the SEC pull your card for no good reason.
Fine, fine, fine.
It was weird.
He said he was doing a background check on a marshal up for a promotion, a girlfriend of mine from high school.
Julianne Simms? Yeah.
Said it was a standard check.
Wanted to know about alcohol, drug use, our sexual history.
It was uncomfortable, but I-I see a badge, tell the truth.
What else? Nothing.
I told him we smoked some weed, drank beer.
I was the football captain, she was cheer squad.
She was a firecracker.
Of course there was sex, but that shouldn't cost Okay, I don't care about your opinions.
What else did you talk about? That that's it.
He-he wanted to know if we had sex in public places, take pictures.
He said it spoke to character.
I said we did stuff like that, but she's still a good person.
Okay, enough.
Ray, this is irrelevant.
Damien's just trying to humiliate me.
He said this was a scavenger hunt.
There had to be another reason why he was here.
That's all he asked me about.
Then he used the bathroom and left.
It was all of 15 minutes.
Nothing.
Nothing! Ray? Digoxin.
Prescribed to Charles DuChamp.
It's his heart medication.
"Till death do us part.
" I don't know.
I gave all Charlie's personal effects to his wife.
His meds were on him when he died.
How did Damien get it? Oh, my God.
He's been to Charlie's house.
Marisol.
What do you mean that he was in our house? How could he have gotten in? Nothing's broken.
Damien's resourceful.
Ray, I really want to help you and Teresa, but I haven't found anything.
Nothing's missing.
We looked everywhere.
Nothing's out of line.
Okay, the note said, "Till death do us part.
" Could there be anything in in your wedding album or? Okay, I can get it for you.
Hey, Erica.
Could, you, uh, go look through that outside? I just want to talk to Ray.
It's about Teresa.
Yeah, sure.
He didn't leave anything in Charlie's wedding album.
He left it in Charlie.
You telling me he left it in the urn? Think about it, what would give Damien more pleasure? Having us find the clue in a drawer, or a book? Or make us root through our friend's remains? Oh, that twisted son of a bitch.
Ah, man Just be careful.
Believe me, Charlie would want me to dump this on the floor for not saving Teresa.
I got something.
Ray, he's running! Shea, put that on.
You think I'm playing games today? You think I'm playing today?! Ray Ray, get off of him! You think I'm playing games?! Huh?! Get off him.
Ray, get off him! Hey man, how do you expect to find your kid if your locked up for killing this dude? I thought you locked him to the floor bolt! I-I did! Any more tricks from you, and your next escape will be from a coffin.
Get him up! The way the numbers are spaced, it could be a combination Maybe another phone number? Too many digits.
What are those dots after the numbers? Could they be, like, a longitude or latitude? I could see if it lays out that way-- maybe give us a location.
I'm not sure though.
Is this another puzzle? Mm-hmm.
We already killed two hours! What's the FBI got? They've got amber alerts all over New York, Jersey, and Connecticut.
Um NYPD has an alarm out to every precinct and to Nassau and Suffolk.
And HQ called for an update on Max.
Well, stall 'em! Crack this damn code.
Erica, rerun every tip the FBI has already discounted.
Shea Where the hell's Shea? Hey, what's up, man? You Pete, right? Erica wanted me to come tell you she'll be down in a minute just I sent that text, not Erica, bitch.
Now let me tell you how we're gonna move forward with this situation.
You can tell the cops anything you want.
But if Erica's name come out of your punk-ass mouth, I will bury you.
You hear me?! Me and my boys will chop you up and bury you.
My reach is long, Pete.
Long.
I will find you.
You dig? I'm not going to be a problem.
Good.
Now, thank me.
Thank me for not killing you and throwing you in that Dumpster over there.
Thank you.
That-a-girl.
Hey.
Where were you? Ray was looking for you.
I had to get some air.
What were you doing with my phone? Takin' care of business.
Damn it! What's goin' on? I tracked every combination of these numbers that results in a latitude and longitude that corresponds to a land mass.
But the location is in freakin' Saudi Arabia.
All right, do it again.
Ray, it's a computer program.
I put the numbers in, it spits out a location.
I can't change it.
Do it again! Ray, I'm trying to help.
I don't want your help.
I want my daughter.
Now cross your T's and dot your I's, and do it again.
That might be it.
Might be what? The T's and the I's.
Letters.
The numbers might represent letters.
It's so simple.
Instead of 20 degrees, it's the 20th letter of the alphabet, T.
If you figure this out, I'll finally admit you're a genius.
What, what is it? T.
M.
Ganaway.
What's that? Come on, Lloyd, my daughter has less than two hours.
What is it?! Uh, it's not an "It", it's "Who.
" Ted and Mara Ganaway are the parents of the girl I wrote the prescription for, the girl who OD'd who I killed.
You should handle this, Ray.
We don't got time for that.
Hey.
Do you understand why I got 25 years for a manslaughter charge? That was the first offer from the DA, and I took it so I wouldn't have to face these people.
Damien knows this and he is screwing with me.
Okay, that's why he wants me to hear Julianne's sexual history.
That's why he wants me to see my friends remains desecrated and why he wants me to face the Ganaways.
And he wants the fate of my child in your hands, and it is.
Whether you want it to be or not, Lloyd.
Can I help you? How dare you come here.
Mr.
Ganaway, please Marshal DuChamp assured me you would not be released and now you're at my door? Go away before I get my gun.
Honey, is that Allison? Mr.
Ganaway, Mrs.
Ganaway, I know you're aware of who Mr.
Lowery is, and I'm sorry to spring him on you like this, but he's here helping me on a case.
Now, the man who came here the other day is not Charlie DuChamp.
He's a fugitive, and a killer, and he's kidnapped my daughter.
Now, I need to know everything he told you, anything that could help.
Teresa doesn't have a lot of time.
That's her name, Teresa? Ours was named Lyssa.
Please, I need your help.
Imagine that, something happening to your daughter.
My kid will die.
Horribly, painfully.
I will beat you to the ground.
I don't care about going to prison.
Now, tell me what you know, now.
He said Lowery was up for early release.
He told us to write a letter to the parole board.
He, uh, gave us an addressed envelope.
Said he'd let us know when to mail it.
Get it.
Here.
No, this is wrong.
There's no Marshal office in Red Hook.
Yeah, Jules, run the address 1278 Riverfront, ed Hook.
You, you think it hurts you? I am so sorry.
Lowery, let's go! Hey Donnie, we got a new shipment coming in! Donnie! New shipment coming in.
Teresa! Teresa! Mike, come to the office.
Mike, come to the office.
Something like a, like a crate or storage unit.
I mean, anything a person could fit inside of.
Teresa! Over here! I got something! Come on! I'm going! A handkerchief? Hello? Hey, Shaggy.
Saw you and the gang jump into the Mystery Machine and peel off.
Figured you had gotten to the water by now.
All right, we've gone on your treasure hunt.
We've done everything you asked.
Where is she? Well, you haven't done everything.
Not yet.
Did you find the handkerchief? Yeah.
That's to wipe the prints from the gun.
What are you talking about? Well, it's very simple, Deputy.
Right now, Teresa's in a very cramped, very dark, very hot space.
She's taking in more CO2 than oxygen, at this point.
Whether she lives is in the good doctor's hands.
All Lloyd has to do is take a gun and put a bullet in the head of that dirty murdering con you've been dragging around with you.
Is he joking? He's not kidding.
No.
I'm not.
See, if you're ever going to really know me, Doc, you have to walk in my shoes.
And that means intentionally taking a knife.
So little time for such a big decision.
Damien Damien! All these calls from Damien, and you're telling me that you haven't been able to get a ping off of his location?! Believe me, I have been trying.
Okay? He's been cleaning up the signal of his phone with a jamming device.
And, most likely, patching it though a calling service to redirect his signal.
That's called spoofing your phone.
Remember, Damien did time.
There's a dude on any tier in any jail - that can show you the rundown - What does that do for me, Shea?! Huh?! History lesson on phones and convicts.
How does that help me?! Look, both ESU and the carrier engineers are telling me they're close to triangulating his signal.
We don't have time! Find the number.
Oh, please.
Please don't.
No one's gonna kill you.
I'm not gonna say anything to anybody.
You keep talking, then I will.
Okay, I don't understand this.
Kill Max? I-I don't understand.
What is this? Another clue? It's Damien's masterpiece.
He's trying to drive me crazy.
He's trying to put me in a straitjacket, like I did to him.
All right, well, quit moping around, go through his shit again.
Find something! Maintenance.
Well, hello there, young lady.
Can it.
What do you want? Okay.
There's been a water leak Not in my apartment there hasn't.
If you'll let me finish.
Thank you.
There's been a leak in the unit above yours, and it may have compromised the fetzer valve in your kitchen.
It'll take me two minutes to replace it.
Unless you want to be standing in a foot of water, ma'am.
You allergic to cats? Allergic? More like in love.
The wife and I have three cats of our own.
Well, I've got four.
Make it quick.
I'll be in and out before you know it.
If you keep messing with your cuffs, I'm gonna hang you by your ankles.
I want to talk to a lawyer.
Yeah, and I want to be in the champagne room at Cheetah's.
Looks like we both struck out, slick.
I'm entitled to a conversation with a lawyer.
Shut your mouth.
Ray? Ray, ESU tech's pulled a cell number-- Damien's.
What's the location? Don't know.
We need to get him on the phone for 30 seconds.
That'll greatly increase our chances of pinning him down.
Damien speaking.
It's Lloyd.
Great job getting my number.
I knew you could do it.
I was just about to call you.
There's an overpass off Bell Boulevard.
That's where I want you to kill Max and leave his body.
We need Ray's daughter first.
You give us the location, and I promise.
"Promise"? "Promise.
" You've completely betrayed me in the past.
Utterly.
And admittedly, I've lied to you, too.
But not now.
This is too important for all of us.
If you kill Max, I'll immediately give you the location of Ray's daughter.
And I'll never harm another person again.
I'll hang up my spurs, as it were.
Damien, what you're asking me to do I'm not asking! This is the last stop in the scavenger hunt, Lloyd.
That murderous tweaker Max in exchange for that little honeysuckle of a young woman Teresa, who has her whole life before her.
Ten minutes.
The overpass or she's dead.
We got a location.
All right, call me with the location on the road.
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
The White House.
That's great.
Damien's jerking us around again.
Ray, it's okay.
Don't worry, okay? We're gonna find Teresa.
We are going to get Damien.
Ray.
Come here, please.
Hey.
Hey.
I have to kill Max.
You can't.
You know you can't.
Damien wanted to break me down, okay? He did, he won, 'cause I'm standing here, I'm telling you, I will kill this man, I'll say I did it on my own, I will get life without parole, but Teresa will live.
This is our only option.
Even if you kill him, he's not gonna let her go.
He's gonna kill her just like he killed that girl when you beat him in cards.
No.
That was all just a warm-up for this, okay? In order for him to get the full satisfaction of kicking me all the way over the edge, he needs to feel superior while I become the animal.
If I do this, he will let Teresa go, I know it.
If I don't, Teresa will die.
No! No! No, I'm not going anywhere! No! No! No! I'm not going anywhere! I want to talk to a lawyer! I want a lawyer! No! No! These guys are gonna kill me! They're gonna kill me! Guess somebody doesn't want to go back to prison.
Yeah, pretty much.
Detective Estes and Gay.
We were here about the Pete Gillies situation.
Just need your signature on this witness statement that your office was closed at that day and time.
What's, uh, what's going on with the case? Gillies came running to us a little while ago, confessed to breaking in after hours to access your database and pull the address of the guy he killed.
Investigation's over.
Okey-dokey.
Sorry for the hassle.
May want to get some better security for this floor.
Of course.
So, uh, what's Gillies looking at? Don't know.
It's up to the D.
A.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no! You're the law; you can't do this! You can't do this! It's not happening! It's not happening! You're hurting me! No, no, no, no! You're hurting me! No, no, no.
No, no.
Please don't kill me.
No, no, no, no.
Please don't kill me.
No, no, no! No, he can't do this.
No.
No.
No, he can't do this.
No, you're the law.
You can't do this.
It's not happening.
Please don't kill me.
I did bad things.
They did bad things to me.
They did bad things.
They put me in a cage, they called me a freak.
I'll go back to prison.
I'll go back to prison.
I won't escape.
I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise.
Don't kill me, please.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Please.
No, no, no, no, no.
Not having second thoughts, are you, Doc? I said I'll do it.
Then what's the holdup? It's premed It's premeditated murder.
I have all the time in the world, Doc.
Teresa, on the other hand, is a different story.
No, no, no, no, no.
Shh, please.
Yeah, Jules, pull up a satellite image.
I'm counting maybe five buildings in the vicinity tall enough to have a visual on Lloyd.
Damien's got to be watching from one of them.
Looks like three apartment complexes and two office buildings.
Okay, can you access each building's individual fire response system? Yes.
Um, but I don't understand.
You want me to trigger the fire alarm.
You're looped into their conversation, right? Right.
Okay, set off all five alarms, one at a time.
When the sound registers on Damien's line, we'll know exactly what building he's in.
I am on it.
You're not looking so good, Doc.
Sweating, shortness of breath, difficulty focusing, irrational mood swings.
I think it's time you sought some professional medical attention.
Don't you push me.
Don't push me, Doc.
You won't be the one I take my frustrations out on.
Please, please don't do it.
Please don't do it.
Please, please.
Overriding firewall.
Sync point check.
Come on, come on, come on, Jules! You can end this now.
Just put a bullet in Max's head, and we'll all be home by dinner.
Honestly, I don't understand your moral dilemma.
You are a sociopath! That's true.
But that doesn't mean I can't offer a little perspective.
Which guilt would you rather live with? Killing a murderer or killing an innocent girl? Trust me, Doc.
Just pull the trigger and this will all be over.
Jules, hurry up.
Lloyd's cracking.
He might actually pull this trigger.
Starting the alarm checks now.
Stand by.
Tick-tock, Doc.
Teresa's time is almost out.
It's gonna be okay, Max.
Gonna be okay, Max.
Come on! How we doing? Come on! How we doing, Jules? Just tell me why, why you need me to kill this person! I'm done with you, Lloyd.
You had a chance to be a hero and save a young girl's life this time-- balance out the cosmic scales-- and you blew it.
Ray, I've got him! Damien is in the Waveside apartment complex.
67 West Stillwater Avenue.
Erica and Shea are en route.
I got him! Go around back! Son of a bitch.
Erica, Shea, what's your status? I'm on the seventh floor.
Damien has locked himself inside of 7B.
All right, keep him pinned down.
They got nowhere else to go.
Now where you gonna go? Hey, Ray, Damien's on a fire escape headed up to the roof.
Oh! Very impressive.
You got me.
Lloyd.
Always a pleasure to see you.
Deputy Zancanelli.
How's the family? Where's my daughter? Well, that's the million-dollar question.
But alas, Max is still alive.
Sorry, but rules are rules.
Where is she? Or so help me God, I will kill you right here, right now, without even blinking.
Where is she? Is he bluffing, Lloyd? No.
Tell you what.
I'll give you Teresa in exchange for a deal.
Instead of prison, I get sent to a proper psychiatric facility.
You were right, Lloyd, that's-that's where I belong.
Once I'm settled in my new digs, I'll call Dr.
Lowery with the location.
Of course, by then, it'll be of her remains.
How's that sound? Where is she? Where is Teresa? Ha ha.
Ray! Where is she? Where's my daughter? Hey.
When Lloyd kills Max.
Where is she? Or I will drop you.
You kill me, your daughter dies.
Damien! Tell him or you're dead.
We'll never sit across the table from each other again.
You need that, man.
You piece of shit! Where is she?! Where is she? She's on the roof of your building.
Julianne! Teresa? Ah, you okay? Okay! She's fine.
Teresa's fine, Ray.
Tell Jules to keep her there, I'll be there in a minute.
It's amazing, the access you get posing as a Marshal.
I'm gonna miss that.
Cuff him.
Okay, but before you cuff me, I need a file.
'Cause when I buried my clue in the urn, I got some of Charlie stuck under my nails.
And it's bothersome.
Ray! What just happened? Hold them at the other end of the alley So this guy's claiming you drugged him, yanked him all over town, and threatened to shoot him? Did he tell you about the alien attack, too? Homeboy copped some of our computer girl's prescription pills.
He's-he's tripping.
Shut up.
Any word from Ray? Teresa's fine.
She's with Ray.
Oh, thank God.
Chief Inspector Wendell wants to see you guys.
In the interrogation room.
I saw the news.
This is for you.
God needed him.
That's what I believe.
It's what I have to believe.
Thank you for this.
It means more than you'll ever know.
He was, uh he was my friend.
Have a seat.
I'll be meeting with each of you individually, but I wanted to first tell you as a group what's going on, as it as it affects all of you.
I'm convinced something wrong went down on that rooftop.
Especially since Ray Zancanelli was involved.
The car Fauntleroy landed on was five feet from the building.
M.
E.
says the trajectory of the body was consistent with being thrown.
They don't feel they can prove that conclusively, however.
So we need witnesses.
A deputy acting outside the arm of the law would be a major black mark on the Marshal Service.
Especially if it's for a second time.
So If you provide me with the detailed and truthful account of today's events, then your prison sentences will be considered served in full.
You can be with your mother girlfriend your daughter.
Tonight.
Free as birds.
Just give me Zancanelli.