Sazu489...
Give me audio on that, please.
Right turn on Royal.
Can you zoom in? All right. Now pan right.
Yes, that's affirmative. Male, late 30s.
Group of six males, Quadrant 9. Give me the middle one.
N.G. Not a match.
Agent 4-86, squawk and ident. Need your position.
Camera's on Decatur, now online.
I'm heading north on Clinton.
Let's get a sweep moving southeast on Toulouse.
Strike that. On Conti... 800 block.
I'm going to change position.
- Two out of five, no good. - That's no good.
Come back around on Exchange and head north.
I'm moving onto Burgundy Street now.
It's got some dropouts on the feed there.
Possible target heading northeast on Bourbon.
Fifty yards from St. Louis.
Southwest corner. Target is wearing a red shirt and shoulder bag.
I see the target. I'm too far out for a facial lock.
I've got him. Red shirt.
No good. Face is turned.
Static camera missed him too.
Gator's got eyes on him. I'm heading back around the perimeter.
Gator, he's a 120 yards ahead to the left.
I'm right behind him.
Looks real close.
Can't get a clear shot.
He's coming up on your left. Suspect in red continuing on Conti Street.
Rabbit got him. Full face.
Give me a sec.
Beginning scan.
Negative. It's not a match.
Okay, Bulldog, take the northwest quad.
Gator, hold firm, cover that east bank.
Samuel's in position?
We're just waiting on Miles, sir.
Need a whole new sweep of the area starting in Quad 1.
Let's get all bank "A"cameras online.
Danny? You're not feeding the dog, are you?
No. I'm looking for my badge.
They give you two things when you're a cop... a gun and a badge.
I have one. I can't find my badge.
- It's on the thingy. - The thing, the thing?
I was just over by the thing. It's not there.
Shortie, remember our plan. You're gonna stay strong, I'm gonna give you food.
Just don't tell Mom I gave you that, all right?
Daniel Fisher. Hmm?
I'm tryin' to build the world's most dominant pug.
He's going through a bulking phase. Look at him.
Come here, Shortie. Come on. Daddy's bad.
Come here. I'll show you the thingy.
The thing. "It's by the thing. "
I was just by the thing. It's not there.
- I was just... - The thingy.
- This is the thing. - Yeah.
- I didn't know you meant that thing. - Course not.
It's here. You know, I still got, like, 10 minutes.
Yeah? It only takes you two, honey. Come on.
I think it's a strong two.
Go to work. Be safe, okay?
Okay. Go.
Love you, Shortie.
- Hey, Hank! - Hey, Molly!
Come on.
Aw, shit. I am definitely not smarter than a fifth grader.
Do you need backup?
Hey, man. What's going on?
You gotta get permission from the old lady and the dog now to come to work?
Just the dog.
Hey, homework.
FBI's tracking this guy through the Quarter. They need some hand-holding.
Coming out of the hotel.
Target matches four out of five points.
Gator's on Royal, 200 block.
All available agents, scramble. We need a clear lock. Get audio in place.
He's moving towards Bourbon. I'm 50 yards back.
Come on, people. I can't afford to lose this guy again.
I'm in position, target heading towards me.
Clear shot.
Hold position.
- Sir, the locals need... - Shut up!
Show me that Irish bastard.
Confirmed. All teams, we have a positive I.D. On Miles Jackson.
You want to see the face of the devil? There it is.
Brought down Trans Atlantic Flight 212. Bombed the American Embassy in Frankfurt.
The man decapitated his own brother for blowing a deal in Tangiers.
It's game day, people. Let's go.
Got him.
- He's got his cell phone out now. - Sir, he's making the call.
Hey, open up Samuel's feed.
It's an incoming call, sir. Still encrypted.
Fifteen minutes. The abandoned wharf on Permission Way.
Miles is bringing the weapons, and we're making the exchange.
I got three tapped cameras, including the harbor crane.
- I need Team 1 to get me set up inside. - Samuel, remember our deal.
You ever want to see your brother again, you do as I say when I say it.
We get Miles, we get the weapons, you and Joshua get your freedom.
- Clear? - Claro.
Now we dance.
- No! Hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no. - Hang on. He stopped.
Let's see. He takes your bishop knight to c4...
...pawn to a7, rook to block.
He takes your queen. It's all over but the crying.
Try, uh, pawn to a6. It's better.
He's heading east.
He's hailing a cab.
Mobile Unit 6 has video on him, hundred yards back.
Send N.O.P.D. The new pics on Miles.
Have them establish a 10-block perimeter around the wharf.
- Sir, should you call the director? - No.
This is the first time Miles has been out in the open in two years.
- The director has no idea you're about to cut a deal. - There is no deal.
We use Samuel and Joshua to get to Miles. We bring 'em all down.
Nobody's going anywhere, Ray. This time, he's not getting away from me.
Just give me the scoop, man. So, you gonna pop the question, or what?
I'm just saying, you know, you move in with the lady, the ring usually comes next.
Bro, it's been two weeks.
- And? - Yeah, you've lived with, like, 14 different girls.
Why, yes, I did. But I'm sexier than you.
I mean, if a freakishly large man such as yourself...
...is gonna keep a fine woman like Molly, you're gonna have to put her in cuffs.
...two minutes. Cameras are up inside the wharf.
Punctual, Sam. I like that.
- We got audio now. Reading five by five. - Okay, we're in first position.
All teams, on my mark.
We get Miles to lead us to the location of the guns, we proceed with extract.
Okay, so... This is how this rodeo is gonna work.
You give me the briefcase...
I give you the P.D.A. with the coordinates to the weapons.
- It's all very simple. - No.
I can't do this.
Don't you do this, you son of a bitch.
You can't do what?
I set you up.
The FBI knows you're here. They're watching us right now.
They... They know you're here.
And now I'm never gonna see my brother again.
Half an hour, Lake Pontchartrain Causeway.
You bring me my brother, I'll bring you Miles.
That is, of course, if he makes it that long.
- Holy shit. - Hey, let's move.
- Get me an outside feed. Give me the outside feeds! - You got it.
- Sir, we need to stop 'em before they get to the bridge. - Get me a 20 on Joshua.
- Samuel is gonna try to get his brother. - You want to make a deal?
Ray, pick up the phone!
The FBI told us exactly where they were positioned. Go around.
Okay.
You all right?
It's gonna bruise like a bitch.
You're lucky I didn't aim any lower.
Man, it's just like those pansy-ass feds.
I mean, they call us, we jump right away.
We call them, city's under seven feet of water... Hey, five days. Take it easy.
Those guys skin my ass, Danny, they really do.
Look at this guy... arms trafficking, espionage, murder.
Hell, he even sold two dirty bombs in Paris last year.
Interpol says he's got two more on the market.
Like the city needs more to deal with?
I mean, really, why can't they take that crap someplace else... Kansas, Iowa?
Helsinki.
All units, we're at black. FBI requests assistance.
Sending target information.
Eight male suspects, three vehicles heading to Lake Pontchartrain Causeway.
- Sounds like the feds dropped the ball again. - Surprised?
Someone broke into the safe house. They tookJoshua and killed our agents.
- He did it again. - How do you want to proceed with the convoy?
Well, take 'em!
Take 'em.
I threw in an extra five percent, for treating my brother and I so well.
- Was it any trouble getting him out? - For me?
Nah. For the two guards I had to kill, maybe.
- And he's waiting at the airfield? - Yeah, he's there right now.
Why don't you give him a call?
You know what the funny thing is, Sam?
If I hadn't have found out the FBI was holding your brother...
...as a bargaining chip to catch me...
...you'd have gone along with this whole...
...double-cross without so much as a consideration.
And I'd be out of my hard-earned cash.
The FBI would probably have me in custody...
...and you and your douche bag brother...
...would be holding hands somewhere in the south of France.
Yeah? Hello.
I'm sorry. Joshua can't come to the phone right now, but thanks for the ride.
Oldest trick in the book, Sam.
Turn their heads with one hand...
quietly slip out the back with the other.
Later.
- Right on time, baby. - Aren't I always?
Mmm!
Show me.
We can finally afford that pony that you've always wanted.
I'll drive.
- Whoo! - Right.
FBI update. Suspects in custody, but Miles Jackson is still at large.
Looking for gray van, Louisiana plates: Alpha-Golf-November-803.
- Stand by. - Unit 14 en route for Lower Nine.
Whoa!
Uh, my bad.
I didn't even see that guy.
Turn around.
Turn... What are you talkin' about? Danny, we're at black. We gotta get over there.
We gotta stop that car. That's the girl... The girl in the car.
Oh, Jesus. All right.
Headquarters to 5-21.
Pull over, please.
Come on. You heard Dispatch. We're lookin' for an Irish dude in a gray van.
- You think this is a good idea? - Just ask her the questions.
Such a waste of time.
License and registration, ma'am.
Evening, Officer. What'd I... What seems to be the problem?
- Evening. License and registration, please. - Yeah, of course.
Hope I'm not in any sort of trouble.
How does everything look?
Oh, outstanding.
But tell me, what's a pretty lady like you doin' drivin' all by herself...
...through a neighborhood like this?
Sometimes I like to be alone. Sometimes I don't.
- Uh, give me a second. - Yeah. No problem.
Dude, do you wanna see her face?
- Here. Thank you, ma'am. - Thank you.
Listen...
...here's my card, you know, for those times when you don't.
Ask her to open the trunk.
- Come on. I'm working my shit over here. What are you doing? - Ask her.
I'm gonna need you to pop your trunk.
- Gun! - Shit!
- This just got interesting. - I got this.
10-13! Officer down. You all right, man?
- Oh, yeah. - Where'd he get you?
- He shot me in my ass. - In your ass?
- Shut up. - Keep pressure on it. Three minutes to E.M.S.
- Hey! - Hang on!
No, Danny. I know that look!
You wait for backup. Don't be a cowboy! Danny!
- There's one on foot. - Left or right?
- I don't know, baby. - You watch that side, I'll watch this side.
Pursuit on foot.
Parallel to Duquense. Suspect's in a gold BMW.
There he is.
- Where do I go? What do I do? - Left on Saint Claude, right on Montmartre.
We cross the bridge. We get on the jet.
We never see the New Orleans Police Department again. I promise.
Police business.
Okay. Keep goin'.
This guy's really starting to annoy me.
- You got him? - Where'd he go?
You see him?
Move!
Damn!
Down, boy! Down!
Officer Fisher, still on foot pursuit.
Subject's headed towards the marina.
It's, like, two blocks to the bridge. Home free.
Erica!
- Move, move, move! - Freeze!
- Hands in the air now! - Miles?
- Now! - Run!
Erica!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stay in the vehicle. Stay in the vehicle!
Hands up, now!
- Who are you? - On the ground!
What's your name?
Officer Fisher.
I'll remember you.
On the ground.
I'm tryin' to figure out what's worse, man...
...your shootin' at this table or your shootin' at the range.
Aw, he's got jokes, huh? I'll take those, Jesse.
Hey, mama, this might be a little strange, but Danny...
...wants to know if you think I'm sexy.
Huh?
- Really? - Oh, yeah. Inquiring minds got to know.
Don't worry about him, darling.
- You're safe. We had him neutered. - See? Safety first.
Ooh, whoo!
You're an animal.
- Hey, a toast. - Right on.
To my partner. One year ago tomorrow, we made detective.
Yeah, and all 'cause of my outstanding police work, huh?
Okay. Maybe it had somethin' to do with the fact...
...that you captured an international arms dealer.
Hey, but seriously, bro, I mean, from patrols in the Lower Ninth to this?
- Doesn't ever bother you? - What?
What... The mandated pay raise, the flashy new badge?
Benefits of bein' a minor celebrity? Hell, no!
You just never think about what would have happened if we had stayed put...
...and called for backup that night, like we were supposed to?
Ah, aside from the fact that I wouldn't have a bullet hole in my ass cheek?
Yeah, besides that.
No, Danny, not at all. You know what? Neither should you.
Just sayin'.
A girl dies that night, and we get promoted.
Can I get a cup?
- That's it? - I got to.
- Aw, come on. It's fellas' night out. One more. - We've had like six one mores.
I gotta go home. Why? Because that beautiful woman, that annoying dog...
...you know, they're waitin' for me.
- All right, all right. I can't argue with that, bro. - All right, man.
Good luck.
Aw, come on, son. I don't need luck. This ain't about luck.
You gotta be kiddin' me.
- This is not a big deal, okay? - Two inches of water on the floor. Look at Shortie.
I know. Phil's gonna be here in a few minutes.
That's all I need... Put another one of that guy's kids through college.
This is not a big deal. This is our home.
- Apparently our home is made of durable papier-mâché. - Stop. Stop it.
Look, I have to go to the hospital. I'm doin' another night shift.
- I'm putting you and Shortie in charge. - Fantastic.
We're fucked.
I'm gonna start sleepin' in the guest room.
There's leftover pork chops.
Make sure you feed Phil when he's done savin'our house.
Love you guys.
Dude, didn't I tell you two months ago that you had to replace the stop valve?
- What stop valve? - Look, I told you it had a crack.
You said you'd take care of it yourself, save a little cash.
- I spent all afternoon underneath that sink. - I was gonna get to it.
- When? Two months ago? - That's when I just bought the new car.
- I was tryin' to save some cash. - I can't handle this. I'm gonna be late.
- Molly? - Danny, what?
Look, I need a little help here, okay?
First it was the gas bill, and then the air conditioning, and now the sink?
I mean, I love you.
I just need to know that I can trust you with these things. That's all. Okay?
I'm sorry.
I gotta go.
Molly, wait.
Look, I'll see you in the morning, okay?
Dude, sorry. I didn't mean to make a ruckus.
But a plumber's gotta plumb.
You want a little advice?
It's the ones that go underneath the sink...
...those are the ones that you don't want to have walk away.
Yeah.
Is this Officer Fisher of the New Orleans Police Department?
Detective Fisher. Who's calling?
This is Miles Jackson.
- How you been? - Why the hell are you calling me?
Say hello... chat about the weather...
...see if you fancy a quick bite.
Yeah, prison food tastes like shit.
Yes, it does. One of the many reasons that I left.
I put you there, Miles. I'm pretty sure I'd know if you were out by now.
Really, Danny?
I'm sorry to tell you, but I think you might have been left out of the loop on this one.
Okay. So, where are you?
Close enough to smell Molly in the shower while you were takin' your little nap.
It's a real shame about the plumbin'...
...'cause I was really startin' to enjoy the show.
Danny? Where you goin'?
I don't know where you are or what you're doin'.
- You come anywhere near me and Molly, I swear to God... - Danny, please shut up.
You killed the love of my life.
That was an accident, Miles!
Oh, and poor Phil.
He was really looking forward to those pork chops.
Phil!
Phil, get out of the house!
Now, see, that was an accident.
Okay, you listen very carefully to me, Danny.
It's our anniversary.
One year ago today, whether by dumb luck or uncompromising skill, you bested me.
And as such, today we're going to have our rematch.
I just took Round 1.
The last time we met, you took from me what can never, ever be replaced.
And for that, I am going to take from you.
Now I just wonder, do you think Molly is gonna be able to trust me?
Miles! Miles!
- Keep him safe. - All right.
Excuse me. Could I just use your phone? I need to call my daughter.
- Yeah, of course. - Thank you.
Great.
From her house.
Okay. Um...
Molly!
How about Camille's mom?
Molly!
- Police! Out of the car! - What?
- Out of the car. Come on. - Okay.
Hey!
Hey, watch it!
- That's great! - Yeah, no problem.
- Holla at your boy. - Hank.
Call D.O.T. Have them stall the Thomas Jefferson ferry.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on, Danny? Slow down. - Miles Jackson.
He broke out of prison. If we don't stop that ferry in the next 30 seconds...
- I'll never see Molly again. - All right, all right. D.O.T. I'm on it.
Did you get good grades?
Try to get some of your homework done while you're there.
- Bye-bye. Thank you so much. - Hey, no problem.
- Sorry it took a little longer. - No. Don't worry.
Molly. Molly, pick up!
Whoa, whoa! Detective Danny Fisher. Secure this area now.
Ladies and gentlemen, hold it! Stop for a minute.
Danny.
- Where is she? - She's gone. She just gets on the ferry and she's gone.
Hey, hey. Calm down. Maybe she's just on the streetcar on the way to the hospital.
No, no, no, no. You don't understand.
He said I took from him what could never be replaced. He's gonna kill her.
Hey, Danny. Danny, that's not gonna happen, okay?
- We're gonna find her. We're gonna get her back. - Molly, come on. Pick up.
Pick up!
Molly Porter's phone.
Let me talk to her.
How do you know she's not dead already?
I'm just teasing, Danny.
Come on. Come on. Where's your sense of humor?
- Here. Say hello to your boyfriend. - Danny, please.
- We're in a silver va... - Molly! Molly, where are you?
That one was for free.
The rest you'll have to earn.
I'm gonna find you.
I'm gonna hunt you down, and I'm gonna kill you.
Well, you know what? I look forward to that, Danny.
It's a game. What, you like games, don't you?
Mousetrap, Monopoly, naked Twister.
This one's called 12 Rounds.
Round 1... I took your house. Round 2... I took Molly.
The only way to keep her alive... you do exactly what I say when I say it.
If you're still standing after all 12 rounds, well, then you'll have won her back.
You gotta be kidding me. You can't expect me to believe that you're gonna keep...
Well... You'll believe what I tell you to believe, Danny.
I don't think you've got much choice.
Okay. Round 3.
In 15 minutes I will be calling a particular cell phone in the city.
Why don't you return to where we first met, see if you can pick up my scent once again?
Okay, uh, Molly said she was in a silver van, okay?
They can't be more than six blocks from here.
- Put out an APB, get a trace on Molly's cell. - Okay.
...your name?
Officer Fisher.
I don't see anything.
I don't know. Maybe we're in the wrong place.
No. This is where we stopped the car. This is where it started.
And this is where he shot me in the ass. But I don't see anything.
- How much time? - Uh, we got 10 minutes.
I definitely think we're in the wrong place, Danny.
No, wait. I could be wrong. That's... That's not from Katrina.
- That's today's date. - You're right.
That's a code. Uh...
We got degrees. We got clocks.
Yeah, those aren't real clocks though. There's... There's no hours.
- Uh, countdown? - No, no, no. It's just, uh, two degrees, two clocks.
Degrees, minutes, seconds.
"X"
Longitude and latitude. That's a location. That's where we're gonna find the phone.
Longitude and latitude. How the hell do you know about this stuff, Danny?
Eighth-grade geography, brother. Let's go.
Okay, read 'em back to me.
No, no, no, no. Twenty-nine degrees, 57 minutes, three seconds.
Yeah. Got it. 317 Decatur.
317 Decatur? That's my brother's firehouse.
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
All right. Who's up?
Hey, bro. We're doing an all-day Ping-Pong tourney. Why don't you come on down?
- You at the station? - Why are you shouting?
Get everybody out. There may be a bomb in the house. I'll be there in two minutes.
Movin'out now.
I need the computers patched. I need a full phone bank.
- Everybody out? - Yeah.
Danny, you really think this guy put a bomb in the firehouse?
This guy blew up my house. He took Molly. I have no idea what he's gonna do next.
- Fifteen seconds. - He said he was gonna call a particular cell phone here.
Everybody, cell phones out.
Five, four, three, two, one.
You hear that? It's right there. It's right there.
Can I help you?
Hey, Jansen. Give me a second.
- Hello? Look at that, Danny. Right on time.
You've just earned yourself extra minutes on the next task.
Go. I'm on three.
And speak of the devil, there's the bell for Round 4.
There's a fire in the Orleans Savings and Loan.
In the memory chip of the phone you're holding...
...are the numbers of two security deposit boxes located on the 10th floor.
To win, simply grab those boxes...
...by 5:55 exactly...
...or there's gonna be an early knockout.
You gotta be shittin' me.
Uh, not enough time. I'm just gonna come in.
Yeah. I'll be right there.
Hey, hey. Tel-com is up on your phone.
They just think they found the van that Miles used to take Molly.
I'm gonna go back and set up a war room, all right? You okay?
Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey! Focus.
Molly needs you to focus. All right?
We gotta do this. You gotta help me find her.
When have I ever let you down before? Huh?
You're right.
All right? Go get this done.
- Detective Fisher? - Yeah.
Ray Santiago, FBI. This is Inspector George Aiken.
We understand that Miles Jackson's resurfaced in the area.
- What'd you just say? - Miles Jackson.
- We heard he tried to contact you... - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The guy breaks out of prison, FBI knows about it, and nobody tells me?
- We understand that you're upset, Danny... - It was none of your business.
You can keep on crying about what you did and didn't know...
...or you can tell us everything that happened this morning since you woke up.
That is, if you want your girl back.
- Engine two, let's move out. - Danny, you catching a ride?
We're your best chance, Danny.
Tell us what we wanna know, we'll tell you what you wanna know.
You better talk as fast as they drive.
There was a prison break in Florida two weeks ago.
Miles and the inmates took the guards, killed the warden...
...and demanded 30 cars to drive out of the prison.
- And you gave them to them? - Wasn't exactly our choice, Danny.
The bureau gave them cars with kill switches and remote door locks.
The inmates get three blocks away from the yard, National Guard comes in...
...puts everyone back in their cells.
- Everyone except Miles. - Would you please just shut up?
You're killing me with the whining.
You have no idea what you're up against, do you?
I know you "arrested" him, but you still don't know.
The fact Miles Jackson has your girlfriend...
...mmm, that interests me very little.
The fact that he's done something that he never does...
...the fact that he's shown himself in the city...
...that interests me quite a bit more.
You wanna catch Miles? That's fine.
I wanna keep Molly alive, and I know what I gotta do.
Just stay the hell out of my way.
I guess he didn't hear me about the whining.
Sir, this is exactly what Miles wants.
We should stop Danny before somebody gets hurt.
Danny? What, are you best friends now?
If Danny keeps playing the game, Miles is distracted.
Miles is distracted, he might make a mistake...
...and I'll bury him.
Come on!
- Dave. - Danny.
- How much time? - Six minutes.
Let's go! Let's head up the south stairwell.
Smoke on 10, guys. Come on. Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go. Let's get a line up there.
Let's go! Keep moving! Keep moving.
The guys are going up the stairwell now!
Come on, guys. Let's move it!
Listen up!
Listen up. I need everybody.
Thirty-two minutes ago, Molly Porter was taken from the Canal Street ferry.
We need every security camera, possible witness, every vehicle plate number.
This asshole calls again, I wanna know where he is.
I wanna know what he's doing.
I wanna find him before he so much as thinks...
...about touching one hair on her head.
This could be your girlfriend, could be your wife.
Could be any one of us.
All right. This asshole cannot win.
We got some spare air bottles?
All right. Clear that backroom!
- Dave! - Yeah.
Watch yourself.
How much time?
Two minutes.
Hold this.
It's 590. 591.
Right there.
Danny.
Surprise!
Sometimes victory is not all it's cracked up to be.
Eh, Danny? Round 5!
Two pounds of explosives packed inside one of these boxes.
You now have less than seven minutes to cross the 23 city blocks...
...between here and the Nicholls Street Wharf.
Arrive at the wharfany later, the bomb goes off.
The other box contains the clue to the next round.
See, in your time constraints, you might wanna use the fire truck for this one.
Oh, yeah. And don't forget to wear the hat and use the siren.
Seven minutes?
We won't even be out of the building in seven minutes.
That's if we take the stairs.
Danny!
Ten is clear! Repeat, no fire!
Just a bunch of smoke bombs!
What are you doing?
Get them all out of the building!
You got gloves? Give them here.
When you get out of here, you get to Atlanta, you find Mom and you stay with her.
Make sure she's safe. I don't want this guy havin' another chance.
- Anchor this down. - Danny...
Anchor it down!
Danny, you can't do this!
Oh, shoot! Do you see that man?
Folks, I'm gonna ask you to back up, please.
You got triage ready to go?
Danny!
Everybody accounted for? Have 'em all respond on tac channel two.
They're moving out now!
Hey, what are you doing? Look out!
You, out of the truck now!
Hey, what are you doin'?
Did you get the trace?
No, he's using an encrypted signal. We can't even pull a number to start a trace.
What's that sound, Danny?
- I'm driving a fire truck. - Are you sure that's such a good idea right now?
Oh!
Call the bomb squad! Get them to Nicholls Street Wharf! I gotta go!
Stay with him.
Hey! Look out!
No, no, no! What are you doin'?
Yo, hey! Hey! Chill!
Sorry!
Shut down the timers, Miles. I'm here.
Well done, Danny, but I'm sorry to say, you seem to be a bit late to the party.
It was the bell. The bell signals the start of the next round.
Oh, you're finally starting to get the hang of this.
I wanna speak to Molly.
How about I do you one better? How about I show her to you?
As I said, the clue to the next round is in the box you so deftly hung on to.
You put two and two together...
...you might have quite the reunion.
Tell me you didn't kill anybody with that thing.
I need a saw.
All right. Let's drain this thing and get it back to the yard.
It's clear.
- Thought you guys were gonna catch him. - We switched out your SI M card.
We're tapped into your phone. We can track you wherever you go.
Miles will call again, Danny. When he does, keep him on the line for 30 seconds.
- That's all we need. - Miles's phone's encrypted. You can't trace it.
That's funny. We're the FBI, not Mayberry P.D.
All we need is 30 seconds.
All teams, listen up, listen up! We have a location.
It's the Hotel Monteleone. I repeat. It's the Hotel Monteleone.
I need SWAT, and I need K-9, and I need all of you there. Now!
Get the elevators shut down. Secure the street. K-9 unit inside.
- Get against the wall. - Down! Everybody down!
Blue team, seal all the exits. I need snipers on the roof.
Shut down all communication in and out of the building, and start with the dogs.
Ray, pull the tapes. I need to know what room this key is for.
- Where's your control room? - Right this way.
Thank you.
It's clean.
- Clear! - Clear. Fisher!
Fisher.
Come on, come on, come on. Where are you?
- He was here. - I got nothing.
- Ray, get the teams ready to act. - All right.
That's it. That's Miles. Stop it right there.
- What time was this? - It was, like, 30 minutes ago.
- He's writing something down. - It's a sign.
What's it say?
We're still here
All the exits are locked down.
All right. We just found Miles on camera. Stand by for location.
Yeah, hold on. He's, uh... He's talking to somebody.
- They're leading him somewhere. - Who is that?
It's Willie.
- I'm gonna go find Willie. - Show me everything. I need a location.
So, Miles rented the S.U.V. Last week in Lafayette, left a dummy address.
We're tracking the ID on the security deposit boxes and known accomplices...
...but so far nothing.
What are we missing? This guy doesn't plan everything and not leave a trail.
- Let's go over the prison break again. - All right.
Miles and the boys take the yard.
But Miles is the only one who escapes.
How many of these guys got into cars, but wound up back in their cells?
Forty-three. But the FBI already talked to 'em all.
- Get me the warden on the phone. - You got it.
He gave Miles the access code to the security elevator.
It goes all the way to the basement. I'll meet you there.
Hey, sorry if I did something wrong before.
This guy, he had all the right papers.
Said he was here to service the air-conditioning.
It's okay. You didn't know.
- This thing still works? - One of the oldest in the city.
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