Jimmy.
I want my damn clothes back.
Jimmy, open the damn door.
Damn it,
I ain't Jimmy.
And stop banging on the door, bitch.
Sorry.
Wrong room.
And you're the bitch.
U.S. Marshals!
Hey, what are you doing out here?
Out of the way. Come on-- hey.
Where you going?!
(grunts)
Why do they always have to...
(dull thud)
Jump?
The hell, Jimmy?
I would've made that.
No.
You wouldn't have.
Okay, maybe not.
Would've got a lot farther than he did, though.
Now I need a new engine strut?
How much is that?
Just gonna be 50 for the parts
and about 150 for the labor.
Wasn't the clutch the last thing to fix?
You saying I'm lying?
I want a second opinion.
Thanks, anyway.
(speaking Spanish)
Excuse me.
What the hell are you doing?
Hey!
Grandpa!
You need something?
I need to know if you think I'm a lamb.
What the hell are you... (gunshots)
Told you I'd find you.
(panting)
I'll give you anything you want!
I want this.
(woman sobbing)
(whistling "Sweet Caroline")
(sobs)
Please don't.
(phones ringing)
Rough night?
Natalie.
Good rough or bad rough?
Don't worry about it.
(sighs)
Do you need something, Annie?
Yeah.
I want to thank you for the swimming pool thing.
(chuckles)
All right.
So, thanks.
Probably would've twisted my ankle.
You would've broken both of your legs.
Maybe even your neck.
You know, we all take risks, Annie.
It's part of our job.
But you're pushing your luck.
How else am I gonna catch the bad guys?
You didn't catch him, he caught himself.
I swear, fugitives know.
Every time I make a reservation somewhere nice,
to try to give my girl a real date,
they run.
Bad timing?
Yeah. No.
Well, we've got a runner.
A guy shot two mechanics at an auto shop yesterday morning.
Yesterday? Boys in blue solved that quick.
Yeah, eyewitness ID'd the shooter--
a guy named Frank McClusky.
HPD hand-delivered the warrant.
We have a stack of warrants, Marco.
Why are they so hot on this guy?
Because of the brazen nature of the shooting.
Guy walked into a public place
and gunned down two people in broad daylight.
HPD thinks we got a spree shooter.
Frank McClusky.
A Louisiana native, but he moved here to Houston in '95.
He lives with his girlfriend.
MARCO: Ellen Mays.
HPD is looking for her, too, but no luck so far.
McClusky has no criminal record.
Not even a speeding ticket.
He's got a steady job, too.
Works the deli counter at Kroger.
MARCO: Smelling that coleslaw all day?
I might shoot someone, too.
So what if the shooting wasn't random?
Did these mechanics
rip him off or something?
MARCO: Uh-uh. HPD checked.
McClusky wasn't a customer.
McClusky had his 50th
in September.
Could be one hell of a midlife crisis.
Yeah.
That'd explain his license plate.
Nothing screams
midlife crisis
like "Slvr Fox" does.
Well, his vanity plate is how we ID'd him.
The witness saw him drive away.
And get this.
She said McClusky was acting cheery.
Cheery?
Yeah, you know, happy, smiley, whoo-hoo.
After shooting two people?
Sounds like he snapped.
Houston PD just sighted McClusky's Lincoln.
Where?
Heading to his house.
HPD's tailing him.
Hell, Marco, you might
make that date, after all. Let's go get him.
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U.S. Marshals! Let me see your hands! (screaming)
(mumbling)
Stop screaming. Where's Frank?
He's not here.
ELLEN: Frank wouldn't hurt a fly.
He's a good man, a Catholic.
He volunteers four nights a week at Saint Francis.
That a lot of time away from home.
Luke, you want to look into that? Yeah.
Please don't touch the glass.
That's the floor of the Boston Garden, right?
I thought Frank was from Louisiana.
Larry Bird fan, back when.
Frank just turned 50, huh?
Any changes in h behavior?
Only for the better.
He's never been more passionate, anymore...
full of life.
He took me to the Maramount Hotel last night.
Pair of steaks.
Little too much Stoli.
Little carpe diem.
JIMMY: Rontic guy.
Why didn't he come home with you?
He had some business downtown.
What kind of business? I didn't ask.
I-I'm old-fashioned about things like that.
These are the two men that he killed yesterday.
Look.
Do you recognize them?
We were leaving a movie a few weeks ago.
They hurt you?
They had a gun.
It was them and-and one other.
They grabbed my arm and, uh, took my purse.
at's how you got the bruise. You report it?
Uh, Frank didn't want to.
He didn't want to talk about it.
He was... very angry.
Until last night.
This isn't happening.
Who was the third guy? Uh...
What did he look like?
Uh, he had a-a goate
That's all I remember.
All right. Maybe he works at the autshop.
I'm gonna give them a call.
Okay.
If Frank contacts you,
you call me.
It's the best way to help him.
Frank is one of the good ones, you know.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Forest...
I'm sorry to ask you to do this, Lindsey,
but I need to know what you saw at the auto shop.
You told the cops that Frank McClusky was acting cheery?
Had a weird smile on his face
the whole time he was shooting those guys,
like he was having fun.
He didn't seem nervous at all?
It was like watching a guy sink putts.
Like it wasn't h first time.
Did he say anything to you before he left?
No, he was just whistling.
Whistling?
"Sweet Caroline."
I hate that song.
Can't get it out of my head.
Excuse me.
Son of a bitch was enjoying himself.
Yeah. I tell you one thing,
there's only a couple types of different people
that like "Sweet Caroline."
Over-serve bar patrons.
And die-hard Red Sox fans.
They play it every eighth inning at Fway Park.
Okay, so our fugitive likes the Red Sox and Larry Bird.
He's got history in Boston.
Could be his next stop.
Let's send McClusky's photo to our Task Force in Boston.
Mm-hmm.
See if his face rings any bells.
(growls)
(panting)
(whispers): Pow-pow.
MARCO: Annie.
Got to wait a long time to catch the big fish.
They hide deep,
but they always come up for sun.
Did our Task Force in Boston recognize McClusky?
You could say that. Sent us a couple hundred pages on the guy.
But get this.
His name is not Frank McClusky.
It's Jack Druggan.
ANNIE: I'm Jack Druggan.
I stole the identity of a dead man--
Frank McClusky from Louisiana.
Druggan must have found his social security number.
The real McClusky died 17 years ago.
So for 17 years I've been on the lam,
hiding from six murder charges
and a career with the Irish Mob.
Racketeering, extortion,
armed robbery.
MARCO: Always big jobs. Big money.
You never nickel-and-dimed it.
Well, vanity was my weak spot.
I bragged about my kills,
my Cadillacs, my girls.
MARCO: The press loved you.
And boy, did I love the press.
None of my charges stuck.
JIMMY: Until '93,
when the Feds charged you with murder.
And you ran.
But you ran smart.
Robbed a bank the day you disappeared.
$1.5 mil.
Yeah, what's a million and a half over 17 years?
90K a year?
With my Maramount Hotel tastes.
Then your money runs out, you're not the Godfather anymore.
ANNIE: I'm a grocery store clerk.
Until some muggers put a gun in my face.
And your lady's face.
ANNIE: And I decide I'd rather die than let them get away with it.
So why didn't u kill the witness at the auto shop?
Go back to being Frank McClusky?
I'm sick of hiding. You've been dormant
for a long time.
You're older now.
But I've got criminal in my blood.
It doesn't go away.
Druggan's going to kill that third mugger.
I asked around the auto shop.
Nobody knows who the goatee guy is.
Druggan's going to find him.
Why are you so sure?
Because he's not just looking for a man now.
He's after that feeling.
He's aft that rush from being who he really is.
Hey, Annie. Hey.
We need to talk.
What?
You still mad about the damn pool?
Or the other hundred times I've watched you jump. Come on.
You said it yourself, it's a job.
That's what it takes to get it done.
I'm not talking about the job right now.
I'm talking about you.
Me? Mm-hmm.
Jimmy, I'm committed to what I do.
If that's suddenly
somehow a problem for you...
That's not what I'm sang.
It's more than that.
I don' know what you're driving at.
I've got a fugitive to track down.
You're not your father.
Listen to me, you don't have to kill
yourself to prove that, Annie.
You're looking into me now?
You give me no choice.
It's none of your business
Then don't make it my business.
Three briskets.
You must be hungry.
Yeah, I got an appetite.
Me, too.
I hope they killed that cow in its prime.
Yeah. Table's occupied, brother.
they use mesquite, don't they?
Smoke it?
Man, what the hell you asking me for?
'Cause this is the most important meal of your life.
And mesquite
makes the flavor.
Oh, easy now, all right?
Whatever you want, we'll work it out.
I just want to be clear... about which of us is the lion,
and which of us ishe lamb.
Wait a minute. I know you.
All right, look, look,
I didn't even want to rob you, all right? That was my friends.
The sandwich--
eat it.
Enjoy it.
(train whistle blowing)
(gunshots)
Hello.
The register's over there, man.
I don't want your money.
Stand up.
Come on.
Now, get out here. I got a favor to ask.
Druggan's crazier than I thought.
He put three bullets in the mugger.
Barbecue man thought he was next.
Instead he asked him to take a photo of him?
30 photos.
That's how many it took till he got one he liked.
Still a vain son of a bitch, isn't he?
He said that the photo in the newspaper didn't do him justice.
So, he wants us to use this one instead.
ANNIE: Guy's got stones.
So he shaves his beard, dyes his hair drugstore brown.
But shouldn't he be hiding it?
He's having fun with us.
Thinks he's the smartest guy in the room.
Look, have you ever seen a fugitive
trying to look more like his wanted poster?
(phone ringing)
It's Ellen Mays.
Ellen.
Hello.
Ellen.
I just heard breathing.
People usually say hello when they call you, yeah?
You think Druggan's with her?
Aw, straight to voice mail.
Let's call the team that's watching her.
I got a bad feeling about this.
You ain't got to call the marshals.
I ain't gonna hurt you, hon.
Well, what do you think?
You like my hair?
Cops are right outside.
Following me.
I've been avoiding the cops a long time.
I'm really good at it.
So it's true what they're saying about you.
What is that?
Not going to bite, I promise.
Go on.
I saw you staring at it at the Maramount.
I didn't ask for this. Shouldn't have to.
That's the whole point.
What do you want, Frank?
In 30 seconds, I want you
to walk out that door with me.
There are cops right outside.
Taken care of.
We don't have any money.
We're going to be swimming in money.
I've been planning this thing a good long time.
You're going to live like a queen.
You lied to me about everything.
Not about us.
17 years.
You're the thing that keeps me going, babe.
Come on, what about it, huh?
Come on, every day
like the Maramount.
I'm going to rip that dress off you every evening.
I'm going to buy you a new one every morning.
Come on. Hmm?
You kill people.
They deserved it.
Come on.
I'm sorry, I can't.
(sighs)
Nah...
you keep the jewelry, okay?
I had to try, right?
Well, where you going? They're watching.
I told you, I'm good at this.
(car alarm blaring)
(garbled police radio transmission)
(Jimmy conversing with witnesses)
JIMMY: Excuse me one second.
It was a time delay switch-- homemade.
And Druggan walked right out the front door.
Okay?
Where is he going, Ellen?
I don't know.
Why did he come here?
He wanted me to go with him.
He was a different person.
Different how?
He had a-- a swagger.
You know, like he could do anything.
I guess I always saw a glimmer of it deep down, but...
What else he promise you?
Besides the jewelry?
Anything I wanted.
No more money problems.
Life of adventure.
He made it sound so damn good.
They always do.
HPD set roadblocks
at five miles. He blew up a car to escape.
I doubt he's going to trip up that easy.
Ellen said that money problems
were going to be a thing of the past.
Maybe he's got some of that 1.5 buried away.
A guy with Druggan's ego is not going to work at a deli counter
unless he's out of options.
I checked his employment records.
Nothing for the last two years.
When the cash ran dry.
Did you find anything on Saint Francis, Luke?
Ellen was right. Druggan spent all his free time
volunteering for their charity-- the Salvation Fund.
Religion, cash and Jack Druggan--
that's a recipe for disaster.
Lot of cash in those funds.
A couple mil a year. Whole thing's run
by some big-time land investor.
Well, how about we get his name,
see what he knows about Druggan. All right.
(Druggan laughing)
Nice fit, huh?
This is my lucky day.
Whoo-hoo!
Perfect stitching, nice cut.
You like it, it's yours.
Hey, thanks.
Everything I own's out of style.
It's funny, isn't it?
I lost everything on our land deal.
But you and your country club boys got rich.
It was bad luck. Bad-- bad timing.
No, you treated me like a lamb.
What are you talking about?
You're my friend.
It's okay.
For 17 years, I was a lamb.
But not anymore.
Please.
What do you want?
I want...
to forget the smell of potato salad.
You didn't have a problem with this two years ago,
when I... I lost your money.
Yeah, but I need it now.
I've got big plans, and they require capital.
Look, there's a safe in the bedroom.
Password's one-two-three-four.
I got 60 grand in there.
(chuckles)
Stop it. (chuckles)
You lost me 200.
It's all I got, I swear.
In that case...
you're gonna dive for pearls.
(splash)
Home security said the alarm went off several times.
Sal Porter has a home safe.
Guy lost Druggan 200 grand in a land deal.
Maybe he came back to collect.
All right, Marco, you take left.
Luke, you're on the rear. Jimmy, on me.
Body in the pool!
Luke...
Easy. Come on, breathe!
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Luke, hey... He's gone.
Druggan left the pool lights on for a reason.
He wanted us to find the body.
He wants headlines. You know what?
I ain't gonna give the son of a bitch what he wants.
We keep the press out of here
and we use Druggan's old mugshot.
He did this all for vanity?
No, not just vanity.
Back in Boston, Druggan got
his rep for killing with flair:
the drownings, hangings, electrocutions.
He used fear as a weapon.
The biggest bank heist he pulled,
Druggan never even had to fire a gun.
Sal Porter?
Yeah.
His Cadillac is missing from the garage.
Druggan must've taken it.
Did you find the safe?
Yeah, it's empty. And I found this.
Turns out, our fugitive and Sal Porter were volunteers together.
LUKE: Yeah, at the Salvation Fund. So?
Check out what the Salvation Fund is.
It's a halfway house. You're telling me
that a wanted fugitive has been counseling ex-cons?
It's like having Hank Williams running your AA meeting.
ANNIE: It's brilliant.
If Druggan wants to pull off another gig
like he did in Boston, he's gonna need a crew.
And what better way to recruit criminals than a halfway house?
Did you ever wonder
why I spent so much time counseling you,
learning everything about you?
You said it was the best way to help me.
It was. See, I had to know you...
before I could offer you something
It was. like this. to know you...
Look, I thought you were doing God's work.
In a way... I am.
Open it.
If you're in,
it's all yours.
The score of a lifetime. You know what?
I don't need this kind of temptation.
You both seen my picture, right?
You know how rich I can make you.
Guaranteed: we're above the fold tomorrow.
I've been planning this job for a real long time.
What I've been living for.
You know what?
I'm doing things different now.
I'm patching things up with my family.
Can't support your wife and daughter by scrubbing dishes.
I'm looking out for your financial interest here.
Listen to him, Tucker.
There are lions...
and there are lambs.
Neither one chooses how they're gonna be born.
Just like those two.
You know what? You're supposed
to be helping me stay clean and out of trouble.
The U.S. Marshals are probably on their way here right now.
If you say no, you're gonna have a lot to explain.
What if I say yes?
You're gonna make more money than God.
And then you're gonna live like one.
(phone rings)
God's work.
It's the car Druggan stole from Sal Porter.
There's still no answer in the Director's office.
It's supposed to be manned 24/7.
I got the floor plan ready.
All right, so these are a lot of hardcore offenders.
They ain't gonna appreciate us rushing their turf,
so we set up a diversion.
The diversion should clear the top of the stairs,
allow the entry team to take the main office.
Let's ride.
(siren blips)
Hands in the air!
You always make it hurt this much?
Only when it has to look good. Get him out of here!
Foot traffic is at window. It's clear to go.
Hot cop just cuffed skinny white dude.
She can cuff me any day, man.
Whoa, man! I didn't do nothing, man!
I don't even know that guy in there!
I want to see hands now!
Bring it down.
Where's Druggan?
He just left ten minutes ago
with two residents: Tucker Dawes
and Lenny Banks. What were they in for?
Armed robbery, both of 'em.
We're gonna need their files, okay?
Looks like Jack Druggan found his crew.
MAN: There, it's everything you asked for, cuz.
Perfect. I'll take 'em all.
(both laugh)
You obviously new at this.
Let me explain to you how things work, man.
I take your money,
and you don't get a damn thing.
Is that right?
Yeah. Now go on home
and watch the ballgame, Grandpa.
Even this business has rules.
You just broke all of them.
What'd you say to me, bitch?
Easy, Tupac.
So drop your guns, both of ya.
(gun clatters)
See, the reason there are rules... is so we can all
profit off this life,
live well.
Look at yourselves, hmm?
You want to risk all this
for some gold teeth and a Ford Escort?
When I was your age,
I was renting penthouses with Harvard-educated hookers.
Life was beautiful.
You break the rules,
you turn this whole thing into a dogfight.
Look, we ain't know nothing about no rules, man.
Nobody does anymore.
Hey.
So, what?
You kill yourselves for nothing,
for scraps.
You can have all the hardware, cuz.
Seriously, man, we sorry, man.
It's sad, you know?
What passes for a gangster these days.
Hi. Tamara Dawes?
I got nothing to say.
Hey. Just... Your husband Tucker Dawes--
right now he's traveling with a fugitive
that I'm looking for-- Jack Druggan.
Tucker lives at the halfway house, okay?
I haven't seen him.
Tucker not going on vacation with you?
I want my lawyer.
And I want you off my porch.
Mommy, who is it?
Hey, there.
What's your name?
Don't talk to my daughter.
Okay.
Baby, go on back to your room, okay?
She's, what, six years old?
Already knows I'm bad news?
It's none of your damn business.
She looks pretty excited for this trip.
Too bad her daddy's gonna be letting her down...
again. Think you know about us?
Her life is gonna be complicated,
always trying to understand a father like that.
You don't know Tucker.
I know what it's like to have a dad
who confuses right and wrong.
She's a good girl.
Of course she is. But she's her daddy's girl.
She's always gonna have that.
"Do I have it? Am I part criminal?"
You can do her a favor, Tamara.
You can show her the better half.
What do you want to know?
Hey, Tucker's wife told me that she and her daughter are
supposed to be meeting him at Dallas Airport in three hours.
Druggan's next score is in Dallas.
Nobody plans a job that fast.
He never stopped planning. It's in his blood.
His plan just escalated.
We got a call from HPD gang unit.
They spotted Druggan?
He's got machine guns now.
Killed a couple of Crips this morning to get them.
Well, whatever he's planning, it's gonna be big.
You think he's hitting another bank, like '93?
Maybe the money is his endgame.
Then disappear for good.
No, you don't need that kind of firepower
to rob a liquor store.
Alert every bank in Dallas. I want DPD mobilized.
Hey, how fast can you get us to Dallas?
(fingers snapping rhythmically)
Time for the fun part.
Make us all rich.
(whispers): Hey.
Easy. You know what this is.
Don't look at the gun. Look at me.
Your name's Mike, right?
Your family still at 703 Harvey Lane?
Who are you?
Be smart.
Both of you.
Dallas PD's reported shots fired at Burkland International Bank.
Skip the airfield.
We need to land as close as we can to that bank.
He's after the money.
Four DPD units are headed there now.
Not gonna be enough.
Tell them to send everything they've got.
This is Druggan's swan song.
What's going on?
There was no robbery. Nobody entered the bank.
Shots were fired outside?
Yeah. Maybe it wasn't Druggan.
Well, that'd be a hell of a coincidence.
That white van-- anybody clear that?
No.
We got a body.
JIMMY: It's Luxor Armored Services.
He was an armored car driver?
So where's the armored car?
Was there a cash pickup at this bank today?
No, but there was a drop-off this morning at 11:00 a.m.
$2.5 million in cash.
Wait a second. If the car already
dropped off the money, it would have been empty.
Why would Druggan hijack an empty armored car?
Druggan does everything with style.
The largest robberies in history were not banks.
They were armored car depots.
Those places will carry between $15 and $20 million.
They're more secure than banks.
Druggan stole his ticket inside.
Hey, Mike.
My man.
Hey, how come you always the one driving
and they in the back playing poker?
'Cause my wife doesn't yell at me when I'm driving.
Oh, yeah, I hear that.
Real good.
You keep being smart, we'll be gone in five minutes.
All right, got confirmation from a security guard--
target entered Luxor Depot minutes ago.
Now, Druggan has killed a dozen people.
Guy's the worst of the worst.
He will kill you if he gets a shot with that M4--
anyone who stands between him and that money.
So don't put yourself in that position-- any of you.
Luke and Daisy--
take four units, cover the rear exit.
Let's do this.
LUKE: You four, come with us.
(grunting)
LENNY: What are you staring at?
Watch the ground.
(laughing)
(mutters): Crazy...
(siren wailing in distance)
No!
What the hell?
You said this was going to be easy!
A minute of action-- all it is--
and you walk away with millions.
I was in for robbery.
I'm not trying to go out in some blaze of glory.
I know you, Tucker. I know you.
You'd rather die living than live being dead.
Now, is that me you're talking about, or you?
We're both lions deep down!
You always gave me good advice, right?
Said, "Be what you are."
I ain't this. I ain't this.
I tried to help you.
You want to live like a lamb... fine.
Go.
Hold your fire.
JIMMY: Marco.
Jimmy.
(handcuffs clicking)
I'm sorry.
Don't apologize to me. I ain't your family.
Look, you know he's going to come out shooting, right?
He'd rather take a bullet
than give up that money. I know.
Get these people out of here. I need this block cleared.
(tires screeching)
(heavy gunfire)
Left, through here.
The last one down.
You set? Set.
This is the exit.
(heavy gunfire)
Jimmy!
Green Honda!
(heavy gunfire)
(clicking empty)
(gunfire continues)
(groaning)
Officer down!
Where you hit? My belt line.
Can't feel my legs. What's your name?
Barnes. Sam Barnes.
I'm not going anywhere, brother.
He's reloading. Annie! Annie!
(grunts)
(rapid gunfire)
(groans)
(panting)
Hope it was worth it.
You got to take the risk.
It's who you are.
You okay?
Are you?
You saved that guy's life today.
Heard he's going to be okay.
Sam.
His name is Sam.
Sam got lucky.
Well, he wasn't the only one.
Thank you, sir.
(chuckling)
I'm sorry. Excuse me for one second.
Look, man, I knew I could get him.
You charged a fugitive firing an assault rifle at you.
At least I didn't jump.
Your luck's going to run out,
just like his did.
Talking about my dad again.
It's affecting your decision-making.
Has nothing to do with him.
(chuckling)
Who do you think you're talking to?
Leave it alone, Jimmy.
Hey.
It's not just about you.
Do you ever think what getting yourself killed,
Annie, would do to the rest of us?
Hmm?
If I sit back
and I allow that to happen,
it's on me.
Great.
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