Please, get me to a hospital!
I can't breathe.
You know what? If you were smart,|you would stop talking right now.
Sue me. I just know that women|should never work for women.
How can you say that?
Because they're always threatened.
Especially if you're beautiful,|and they're not.
Fine! You never had|a fight with your boss?
Never. You know why?
Because he's a man.
Can we please drop this?
I just want to go home and kiss my son.|Honey.
See, you have to mention|that you have a child and we don't.
-There's my point.|-Erit, I didn't say anything of the sort.
Don't apologize, it's genetics.
Women are always competing|with each other.
That's why you're having problems|with your boss.
-Because she's a woman.|-Exactly.
Women should work under men,|men under women. That's it.
What about men under men?
That's fine, too.|I mean, they can deal with it.
-Can we go now?|-Either of you guys want another drink?
-We're good.|-Shot? Double?
Women can do amazing things.|I am one. I know.
But even I would never work for me.
That we can agree on. Good night, Mick.
We are in a bad mood.
She's got a point, bro, you know.|I'd much rather work under you than her.
That's nice. I'd rather work under him, too.
You'd rather "work" under John?
You have a problem with that, too?
No! Why would I have a problem|with your little sexual innuendo?
What is up your ass tonight?
So I should just sit here while you come on|to my husband right in front of me?
Lara, if I wanted your husband,|I would have him, like that.
How? You couldn't possibly show him|more of those tits.
-You know what your problem is?|-Okay...
My problem is your brain|is as big as those tits.
-Baby, this is your fault!|-Huge, exactly!
This is your...
If you had half a brain,|we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Baby. Let it go, let it go, let it go.
-Good night, brother dear!|-Good night!
-She's completely full of herself.|-Don't try and agree with me now!
I don't even think|she's a member of the dental profession.
Shut up!
She probably can't even|spell "anesthesiologist."
-The woman's a complete fraud.|-We went to her office party, you idiot!
And I believe she hit on me|that night as well.
You are completely delusional. She didn't|even hit on you in there. I just don't like her.
I understand your point of view. I really do.|I agree with you.
Somebody who looks like that should not|be allowed anywhere near oral surgery.
You are an asshole!
You're sitting in the chair,|you're trying to stay calm,
and you got them things|hanging in your face...
-So, see you next weekend. All right?|-Okay.
-Thank you.|-Good night.
-Bye.|-Bye!
Bye!
Oh, gee.
Look at this.
-Now you say go.|-Go!
Smash.
All right, squeeze in.
You know, you can't do this every morning.|It's way too corny.
Come on. Smile.
It's just till he's 1 8.
-A present.|-Oh, great. What's that?
You hate brushing your teeth|and that brushes them in 30 seconds.
I love brushing my teeth.|Don't believe everything your mother says.
-What time's your last class?|-3:00.
But l got some papers to grade.|Can you pick up Luke?
After yesterday,|I probably don't have a job anyway, so...
Was it wrong of me|to call her a useless cow?
I think bosses admire|that kind of frank exchange.
-Did you call your dad?|-When?
Birthday, yesterday!
Yeah, I sent him some freshly cut flowers,|little pink roses.
I sent him a handmade card.
And I finished that quilt l've been sewing|since spring.
You are completely impossible.
Did you notice what I got for my birthday|this year? I got a grunt.
Mom said, "Happy birthday, sweetheart,"|and Dad went...
It was just... It was a beautiful moment|in my life. I teared up.
Ever think that somebody has to be|the bigger person here?
Now I want you to remember this|for the custody hearing,
how Mommy is always|scolding Daddy, okay?
Can you remember that?
You know, how are you gonna feel
when Luke grows up|and doesn't call you on your birthday?
And now she's trying to drive a wedge|between us.
-I give up.|-And now she's abandoning you.
Hey, buddy, do you wanna try|and knock him over again?
You ready? Line it up.
-Line it up now and you say go.|-Go!
I got it.
Pittsburgh Police.|This is an arrest warrant for Lara Brennan...
-Arrest for what?|-...and a search warrant for the premises.
-Hold on!|-Lara Brennan?
-You touch me again, l'm gonna arrest you.|-Hold on.
-Stay where you are!|-This is my house!
-Lara Brennan?|-Yes!
I will arrest you.
You're under arrest for the murder|of Elizabeth Gesas.
-Calm down!|-I got my kid in the kitchen!
What are you doing?|Arrest her for what?
-Turn around!|-Mommy!
-John! John!|-You have the right to an attorney...
Go get Luke. Go get Luke.
-...understand these rights...|-Luke!
It's okay, buddy! It's okay!
-Mommy!|-Luke!
It's all right. It's okay!
Daddy! Daddy!
-Daddy!|-What's wrong? What's wrong, buddy?
What's wrong?
I got you.
Well, you can stay in here
as long as you sleep on this side of the bed,|all right?
You little snake.
I don't know why I keep falling|for the same old trick.
You have your tricks, don't you?
Hey, go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
-But Sam is your friend, right?|-Not at lunch.
-Why, does he steal your food?|-No.
-Did he say something mean? About Mom?|-Yeah.
-Did you hit him?|-Yeah.
Good. Where'd you hit him?
On the playground.
Wow! That must have hurt.
Hold it there, son.
It's a toy.
Thank you.
Hey. All right.
And the other arm.
Don't worry about the car.|We'll get it back later, okay?
Hey!
Hi, honey!
Hey.
You won't give Mommy a kiss?
Can Mommy please have a kiss?
Rat-bag. Give your mom a kiss.
-Is Daddy reading you my letters?|-Every night at bedtime.
Yeah?
You smell so good.
What are you gonna build today?
You gonna build a fort?
A door? Or a castle?
Hey.
Was he scared going to school?
No. I walked him to his class,|gave him a kiss, he just walked right in.
Didn't even turn back for a wave.
Look at his friends!
And his desk.
-How was your first day?|-Excellent.
Half the class stayed awake, you know.
-I talked to your mom.|-When is she coming?
She's having a lot of trouble|with her business, so...
Well, it's only been a couple of years,|I'm sure she'll get around to it.
Have you heard anything?
About the appeal?
Yeah, and I've just decided not to tell you.
-Remember what Meyer said.|-Don't.
It can take months for a court|to make a ruling.
I saw that woman. She was there.|She couldn't have just disappeared.
Meyer is looking for a new investigator.
Her coat snagged my purse,|and I felt that button pop,
and they're blind if they can't find it.
He's gonna go through|all the evidence again.
That's great,|because we're not quite bankrupt yet.
We're fine.
How you just lie and lie.
But you're so handsome.
Can you do me a favor?
I don't know, I'm kind of busy.
I need you to run for governor.
l can do that.
You can change this rule|about no conjugal visits,
'cause I don't think|I can last another 20 years.
Hey.
I'm okay.
-I'm okay.|-Everything is gonna be all right.
I promise.
You think he'll ever kiss me again?
I need you to stand up.
Tag, you're it.
Luke! Let's go, yard ape.
Hey.
-Have fun?|-Yeah.
She's kind of crazy, that little girl, right?
Time to go, Carrie!
No!
He didn't even read the thing. Half the time,|I'm telling you... We'll get him in there.
What happens if we find the woman|who was leaving the parking lot?
The PCRA has been rejected.
No new evidence can be submitted.|Not anymore.
It was a robbery.
And if they had used her credit card,|we could have argued that.
I'm... I'm sorry.
John...
This sucks.
Okay. That's that.
All we have now|is the Supreme Court, right?
John, in the last 30 years,
the Supreme Court|has not heard one murder case.
No decent lawyer|would even file the pleadings.
So, all I have to do is find an indecent one?|That shouldn't be too hard.
I'll file it.
But I need you to do something for me.
What?
I need you to look at the evidence|and forget that Lara's your wife.
I've seen the evidence, Meyer.
I'm not saying judge her innocent or guilty,|I'm just saying look at it.
Her co-worker sees her leaving the scene,
the victim's blood is on her clothes,|her fingerprints are on the murder weapon.
And then we went out to dinner.
How do you do that|if you just killed somebody?
That would make her a psychopath.
-And the fight...|-Is Lara a psychopath?
-The fight in the office?|-Everyone fights with their boss!
But this one ended up dead.
So what you're saying is that|you never believed in her innocence?
-How can you say that?|-What are you saying, Meyer?
I'm saying that it no longer matters|what we believe,
Lara is not getting out!
And you have no idea|how much I hate to say that.
I will find someone to file the pleadings.
John.
John, come on. John!
John!
John! For Christ's sakes!
Come on.
We'll find Scout, okay?
Thank you.
"And give a big hug to Pengui,|Little Pengui, Kiki and Opossumy.
"Lots and lots of love, Mommy."
Should we write her back?
Can I have a quarter?
Can you have a quarter?
Yeah, but you know you can't spend these.
Because they come from the cottage|where Mom and I used to take you
when you were a baby.
Then can I have them all?
Sure.
My wife, Lara Brennan,|she was sent up here.
-Brennan, B-R-E-N-N-A-N.|-I'm sorry, but she can't have visitors.
That's ridiculous. I have to see her.
-Lara! Lara!|-I'm sorry.
You can't go down there!
-You can't be in here!|-Hey, hey, stop. Stop right there.
-Where you going? Hey, come back here.|-Lara!
-Lara!|-Sir!
-What the hell is going on?|-My wife attempted suicide.
They brought her up here.|I have to see her, please.
-She's not allowed visitors.|-So why isn't she in the ER?
-Because she's a transfer from County Jail.|-Just two minutes, please.
Two minutes.
Okay.
Thank you.
Two minutes.
So, The Life and Times of Don Quixote.
What is it about?
That someone's belief in virtue|is more important than virtue itself?
Yes, that's in there. But what is it about?
Could it be about|how rational thought destroys your soul?
Could it be about the triumph of irrationality|and the power that's in that?
You know, we spend a lot of time|trying to organize the world.
We build clocks and calendars|and we try and predict the weather.
But what part of our life|is truly under our control?
What if we choose to exist purely|in a reality of our own making?
Does that render us insane?
And if it does,|isn't that better than a life of despair?
It's a course that investigates what|drives men to be free, no matter the cost.
Some other teacher had dibs on Papillon?
You escaped from jail seven times.
What do you want to know?
How you escaped when no one else could.
Balls and a little luck.
No prison in the world is airtight.
Each one has a key. You just have to find it.
How do you do that?
A lot of looking.
Especially at things|that break up the daily routine.
Guards get comfortable|doing the same thing day in, day out.
Something happens,|that's when they make mistakes.
When you see it, you have to be ready.
You have to have the entire plan|already in place,
even before you know|how you're going to get out ofjail.
Escaping is easy,|the hardest part is staying free.
You have to know where you're gonna go|and how you're gonna get there.
You have to know how they plan|to catch you, where and when.
Well, how the hell|are you supposed to know that?
You pay off someone who knows.
And a lot depends on|if the prison is in the country or the city.
City.
Where are you from?
Pittsburgh.
Pittsburgh's tough.
So many bridges and tunnels|they can block off.
From the time they make the call,
the police can have the center of the city|sealed tight in 15 minutes.
How can they be so exact?
After 9/11 , Homeland Security|made every city have a lockdown plan.
Downtown Pittsburgh, Philly, Boston,|Minneapolis, 15 minutes.
They can do D.C. in under 10.
Within 35 minutes, they can have cops|at every tollbooth on the interstate
and be running rolling stops|on the secondary roads.
They won't have your photograph yet,|but they will have your description.
What if you can't get out?|Thirty-five minutes is not a lot of time.
Then surrender.
Because they will shoot you on sight,|along with anyone else you're with.
Stay far away|from the train and bus stations.
Forget the local airports.|Leave from another state.
Second, identity.|It's easy to find fake papers,
harder to find ones|that will get you through an airport.
You'll need a passport, a driver's license|and a social security number.
If you have to rent a car,|find a place that will take a cash deposit.
They'll still run a credit check,|so use a real person's name on the lD.
Third, destination.
You want somewhere|that doesn't attract American tourists.
Think Yemen, and you get the idea.
And money, you'll need a truckload of it.
Everything's expensive,|hotels, travel, information.
How much?
Enough to last at least five, six years.
You run out of money,|you run out of friends.
But before you do anything,|you have to ask yourself if you can do it.
Can you forget about ever seeing|your parents again?
Can you kill a guard?|Leave your kid at a gas station?
Push some nice old lady to the ground
just because she gets|between you and the door?
Because to do this thing,|that's who you have to become.
And if you can't, don't start,
'cause you'll just get someone killed.
How did you get caught?
I gave myself up.
I couldn't take wondering when someone|was gonna come through the bedroom door.
So, what do you have in your pocket?
Good luck.
No prison in the world is airtight.
Each one has a key. You just have to find it.
How do you do that?
A lot of looking.
Especially at things|that break up the daily routine.
And on the left, the Allegheny County Jail,|now the largestjail in the world.
There have been three escape attempts|of which no one has made it out alive.
If you look to the right, south side...
"On the first landing, which was as small|as the necessary turn of the stairs allowed,
"there was a niche in the column,|about half a yard wide,
"and in this niche, the prince felt|convinced that a man stood concealed.
"He thought he could distinguish|a figure standing there..."
Good?
And money, you'll need a truckload of it.
Everything's expensive,|hotels, travel, information.
It's gonna take our selection.
Then we're gonna wanna use|our magic lasso tool
to get the door out of the background.
Hey.
Identity. It's easy to find fake papers,
harder to find ones|that will get you through an airport.
-OxyContin.|-$10 apiece.
Give you five for $40.
Hey, I need some passports.
Piss off, man! Beat your feet.
Okay, boy!
You got to pay upfront for the passports, yo.
-I can do that.|-You know the Hotel Lafayette?
It's on Main Street. When you get there,|go to the bar, ask for Harv.
What's your name?
Tell him Mouss sent you.
Harv? I'm looking for Harv.
-Are you Harv?|-Yeah.
Mouss told me to come and see you.
He did, did he? What do you want?
Three passports, a driver's license,|and a real social security number.
How do you know Mouss?
He babysits my kid.
Okay, follow me.
-You got the photos on you?|-Yeah.
-How much?|-$1,500.
lf I ever see your face again,|you're gonna lose an eye.
Yeah, it was stupid. I fell off the bike.
You mean the bike that's been in our garage|for two years?
Put your head back.
Some guy made a crack about Lara.
So that's what you do now? You punch|everybody who thinks she's guilty?
What's that supposed to mean?
It means it's important what you believe,
-not what somebody else...|-Really?
-Do you believe, Mom?|-Why are you trying to start a fight?
Come on, buddy. Let's go. Where's his bag?
-Why are you doing this?|-No reason.
I just stupidly thought that the people|who loved her
would actually believe she's innocent.|My mistake.
Stop this!
Go give Grandma a kiss.
Come on.
Does your face hurt?
A little.
Did you hit him back?
No, I... I didn't.
That's okay.
Okay, buddy?
I'm looking for someone|who does high-end IDs.
Passports, social security cards.
Get out of here.
Yeah?
I was at the bar.|I know what you are looking for.
I'm deaf, you idiot. I read your lips.
What do you need?
Passports, driver's license,
a social security number|that'll take a credit check.
$3,700.
That's too much.
It is if you never get them.
I need photos and $1,000 in advance.
-I'll bring them Wednesday.|-Hey, not here.
I don't want you coming back here again.
Parking lot of Don's. Eckert Street.|Under the bridge, 2:00.
If I'm not there on time, leave.
Put your thumb right there.
-Thanks. That's all I need.|-Thank you.
I'll just be a few moments.
Glasses?
Yes.
Yeah, I found myself falling asleep|grading papers.
When?
I guess about a year ago.
A year ago.
Look at you.|How can you do this to yourself?
I am hopeless without my wife.
I can't even ride a bike.
Sorry about the house.
I won't know where to picture you.
I close my eyes, l see Luke in his bedroom,|and you on the sofa by the window.
I won't know where to picture you anymore.
Show me where the bullets go.
Hi, it's John.
Luke's not feeling too well.
So l'm gonna pick him up|and take him home, okay?
I need Carl to cover my 3:00 class.
Thanks.
You ever gonna answer|your goddamn phone?
You were supposed to leave.
I need them.
You notice that guy was a cop?
Just give me the money.
You want this too much.
You're gonna fuck it up.
Hey, Mr. Brennan.
Today I'm gonna show you|how to make a key that can open any lock.
It's called a bump key.
First thing you need to do|is you need to find a key
that can fit into the type of lock|that you're trying to open.
Here I have a key|that fits into my front door,
but I just changed the locks,|so it won't open.
First thing you need to do|is secure your key,
take a metal file and go through and|start taking those mountains and valleys
all the way down|to the lowest possible setting on the key.
The bump key works|by momentarily bumping those pins up,
so that for a split second,
the chamber is cleared of pins|and thus, able to turn and open.
-Here you go.|-Don't touch that.
-Sorry.|-Trying to do my job?
So you are where in here?
I'm in the middle there.
In the middle. Can you point to yourself?
That's me.
There.
So that's not you back there|by the elevators.
No, no, I was around here somewhere.
You wanna tell me what's going on?
You want me to tell you?
Yes.
Do you know what a bump key is?
Sorry?
If this was you,
you might wanna think about|what's gonna happen to your kids
if both their parents end up in prison.
Dad?
Dad!
Yeah, bud.
Yeah.
Thanks.
So we arrested his wife, and now|we're gonna charge the man with vomiting.
He's selling the house. Or he has a buyer.
In this market? Lucky man.
Can we possibly go do police work now?
I don't know how you managed|to stay single this long.
Dad, can I have my cookies?
-You hungry? You want a sandwich?|-No.
-There you go.|-Thanks.
Carrie!
I'm sorry.|She's just already got it all figured out.
Nicole.
-I remember.|-Really?
I remember your daughter.
Well, she's hard to forget.
Luke was supposed to bring this home.
He has his father's memory.
It's for Carrie's birthday party.|Please, come. I'd love to meet your wife.
She won't be there.
It's complicated.
I understand. With me, too.
Carrie, come on, let's go.
We're gonna grab a bite to eat.|Would you like to come?
-No, I don't... We're kind of...|-Busy?
Come on. We owe you for the cookies.
Well, that's true.
And I did make those cookies myself.
And learned how to pre-package them.
Come on, Luke.
So, do you trade off time with Luke?
No, Luke and I are together full-time.
Wow. I guess that's why I see you so much.
She'd like nothing better than to be here,|with him.
Lara, she... She misses all this.
I guess it's all about priorities, isn't it?
No, she's not like that.
She's in prison.
-I don't tell most people.|-I understand.
She's innocent. She didn't kill that woman.
Good. I mean...
I'm sure she didn't.
We really should be going home.
Okay.
Thank you very much for the invitation.|We'll try and make it.
That would be great.
-Goodbye. Luke!|-Bye.
Come on.
Carrie, come on!
-Hey.|-Hey.
What's wrong?
What is it?
No.
They can't move you without notice.
Three days isn't notice.
I was only here through the appeal.|We knew I was going to a prison.
No, no, I don't have two weeks.|I gotta close the escrow tomorrow.
Well, the title hasn't even been cleared yet.|I mean, there's no way I can...
How much can they give me?
Nothing!
What are you doing here?
I've got class.
You be good, okay?
Thanks.
Are you okay? You're okay?
-Are you okay?|-What are you doing?
You almost killed us!
I'm so, so sorry.
You're out of your mind. You don't look.
Get away. Get away from us!
Hey.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Is it Luke?
-No.|-What?
I... I asked Meyer
to look into not having you moved.
I told him that traveling that distance|would be a hardship on us,
that Luke was already having problems|at school, which is true.
I haven't been spending|enough time with him.
You haven't?
No.
You haven't?
Jesus, John.
You really are too much.
Luke is having a hard time,|because Mommy's in jail for murder,
not because Daddy doesn't spend|enough time with him.
Your father was right. You really don't|live in the same world we do.
That's nice, that the two of you talk.
What world do I live in, Lara?
Well, I don't know, John,|but it's not the real one.
The one in which I'm in here|for the rest of my life.
So don't be talking to me about fantasies|like there's some happily ever...
We good here?
Yes. Sorry.
Now you're gonna sit here all long-faced,|like you let me down.
I mean, what do you want me to do here?|You want me to make you feel better?
Got it.
I'm sorry.
Now you're apologizing.
You really are a gem.
-What do you want from me, Lara?|-What do I want from you? Nothing.
You're already too perfect.
You know,|you never even asked me if I did it.
-If I killed her.|-Because I know you didn't.
Well, then you'd be wrong.
I'm done.
Sir, you can't stand there.
Sir, I need you to leave the building now.
Sir?
-What?|-Shut up.
I don't care what you say or how you say it.
I don't believe you did it.
And I never will.
I know who you are.
And I promise you
this will not be your life.
Shut up!
-I don't know what's going on, man.|-You done?
Everybody is out.
I gotta get back to Jimmy.
Back away! Back away!
Drop the gun! Drop it!
Put the dog away!
You shoot the dog, I'll kill you!
-You want the police here, asshole?|-Good idea!
Get in, get in, get in!
-You, too!|-I'm not getting in there!
Get in there!
Get in! Get in! Get in!
All right, lock it. Lock the door.
-Move!|-You are dead.
-I didn't do anything.|-You brought him here!
I didn't bring him!
On your knees! On the floor!
All right. Where's your money?
Here. It's worth it to get rid of you.
-Where's the rest?|-Here.
-Take more.|-Where do you keep your money?
I'm gonna give my money to you. Yeah.
-I'll shoot you.|-You can't even shoot a dog.
-I'll kill you both!|-No, I'm gonna kill you both!
-Just give him your money!|-Keep your dead bitch mouth shut!
Give him your money!
Jesus!
See? You ain't gonna kill me.
This is the worst you could do?
Go home.|I'll come, I'll find you and I'll kill you.
You're wasting some good shit there!
Yeah, good shit.
High alcohol content.
What are you gonna do?|You gonna burn me out?
Yeah. That's what I'm gonna do.
Jesus Christ!
This is a meth lab, you idiot!
No.
It was.
Tell me! Where's your money?
My kid is upstairs!
-Get up!|-Jesus!
Get up!
Please.
Please, let me go, please.
Anybody here?
Don't leave me here.
I don't wanna die here.
Please!
Please, get me to a hospital!
I can't breathe.
Please.
I can't breathe.
I can't... I can't...
Get out of my way.
-What do we have?|-A freaking miracle.
Meth lab in the basement,|the house still standing.
Should be just a crater.
We know him?
Alex Gaidar,|history of violence and drug trafficking.
He have a kid?
Neighbor said wife left with him last year.
Big surprise there.
And this blood,
they type it all yet?
No, but someone left through|the back door bleeding.
Zone Three found a gunshot victim dead|on a transit bench.
Hey.
I've just come to pick up Luke.
He's sound asleep.
Yeah, I've just come to get Luke.
John.
Are you all right?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Hey, buddy.
Wake up, bud, we're going home.
So, what do you say?
Thank you, Grandma.
I think you should give Grandma a big kiss.
-I'm too tired for kisses.|-Buddy.
That's okay.|I'll get lots of kisses next weekend.
We want to take him|to the Fall Festival in Kutztown
where the Clydesdales are.
-See you.|-Bye.
Bye.
Hey.
-Bye, Grandpa.|-Bye.
Goodbye.
Bye, Mom.
Bye.
You're getting sentimental in your old age.
Yeah.
Well, might as well have some coffee.
Yo! ldiots!
Can I carry him?
No, bud. Only what fits in the bag, all right?
What about my pockets?
Or your pockets.
Hello?
Bud? l'll be back in a moment, okay?
Okay.
Hey, bud.
So...
You all right?
Yeah.
They're calling all the party animals.
I know where that is.
Okay? Here we go.
Yeah, taillight matches|any 2004 to 2009 Prius.
What kind of criminal drives a Prius?
A socially responsible one.
There's over 1 ,000 registered in the city,|7,000 in the state.
-How many are registered to felons?|-Six in the state.
Four to embezzlers, white-collar criminals,|one to a rapist, one to a murderer.
-Start with the murderer.|-She's in prison for life.
Rapist is out.
Find him.
Come on.
-Hello.|-Hi.
-Good to see you.|-lt's good to see you, too.
-Hi, Luke.|-lt's a pony.
Those aren't easy to wrap.
-You know the party is not until 1 1 :00, right?|-Really?
What is it? Around 9:00? l'm sorry.|l should've read it more carefully.
lt's no problem.|Why don't you go give this to Carrie?
Well, l guess you can help.
Actually, l've gotta go|and run some errands.
Sorry.
We'll see you later then.
Thanks so much.
He has my parents' phone number.
ln his jacket. Top pocket of his jacket.
lf l'm running late.
No problem.
The rapist is in a wheelchair.|Not sure if that was karma orjust bad luck.
The murderer. Where is she incarcerated?
County, right here in town.
Does she have a husband|or a kid old enough to drive?
Yes? What?
Lara Brennan's blood work.
Get the lab.
You pissed somebody off, that's for sure.
-lt's still busy. l'll keep trying.|-No. Get an ambulance.
Take her to University Hospital.|l'll meet them there.
Right. Thanks.
Husband, schoolteacher.
You got a home address?
No car in the garage.|You want to get a warrant?
Yeah.
Get the warrant.
Lara Brennan's being transferred|to University Hospital.
-Right now?|-Right now.
Have them call the escort vehicle.
Tell them we'll meet them at the hospital|in less than 1 0.
Yeah. Yeah, we're here.|Prisoner's secure. No problems.
Will do.
Hands where l can see 'em.
John?
And the phone.
What are you doing here, John?
Put your hands on your head.
John, what are you doing?
Uncuff her. Kneel down.
John, stop this.
Kneel down. Face the wall.
Unit 2242 secure.
-She just said...|-Just take the light.
Hands and feet, pull 'em as tight as you can.
You walk out that door with him,|you will both be dead.
-Shut up.|-John, he's right.
Listen to him. You're gonna get us killed.
-Why are you doing this?|-Because we have no other choice!
-Put 'em on.|-No. That's not true!
-Put the clothes on, Lara.|-No.
-Now!|-No!
Okay.
You call your son|and tell him you're not coming.
-Where is he?|-He's waiting for you.
You wanna tell him you're not coming?
-How can you do this to me?|-Push "send."
Tell him l'm not coming, either.
-John.|-Does it look like l'm going home, Lara?
You call him, tell him he's alone now|and his mom and dad are not coming back.
Jesus, John.
You son of a bitch.
l'm Dr. Lifson.|You've got a patient here from County Jail.
Lara Brennan?
Yes, we started an lV.|D50 with 20 units of insulin.
Copy.
Security!
Out! Out!
-Hey, hey.|-Back away!
-Now don't be stupid.|-You stay back!
We have units at every exit, John.|You will be shot trying to leave.
Hit the button, Lara.
-Stop.|-Hit the button!
John, do not do this.
-Where are the stairs?|-There.
Male and female, white lab coats,|parking levels.
Hey. lt's gonna be okay.
Look at me, look at me.|Everything's gonna be okay.
Just do what l say when l say it.|Everything will be okay.
Lara, take the coat off.
Come on.
lt's okay. You stay here.
All security personnel...
-Watch the door!|-Yeah.
Stop.
Shit.
Who's in the lobby?
Hey, listen. ls anybody in the lobby?
Don't look.
Run!
Great!
Back here!
Move.
Let's get moving!
Come on.
Here!
Hey, hey!
Go Penguins!
Let your hair down.
Harris, that way. Go!
Hey!
Harris, they're in the subway.|Harris! The subway!
Got it.
They're on the platform!
Block stations in either directions!|Call the Port Authority. Stop all the trains!
Wait, wait, wait.
What are we doing?
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
Move! Pittsburgh PD!
The train on track four, l want it stopped.|Stop that train!
Next stop...
Hold on to me.
Hey, kid, two hands.
No. No.
This way.
There.
-Red light.|-Hold on.
Red light!
Ring the city. Close bus and train stations.
And get their description|to the state police.
Copy that.
-How old is their damn kid?|-Six.
Find out where he is.
-Why didn't you tell me?|-You would've stopped me.
Your insulin is in here.
There's a case in here.|lt's got a brush, moisturizer, makeup.
Everything you had was old.|l hope l got it right.
You remember where you last saw him?
You want to take a guess|who just escaped from jail?
Hold on a second.
-Hello.|-Hi. l'm here to pick up my son.
They aren't back yet.
Back from where?
From the zoo.
lt's a zoo party.
They should be back in about an hour|if you'd like to wait.
No. Thank you.
What's wrong? What is it?
-Where is he? Where's Luke?|-He's at the party.
What party? You said the party was here.
l was wrong. She's taken them to the zoo.
-Destination, Pittsburgh Zoo.|-She?
Estimated drive time, 17 minutes.
Carrie's mother, Nicole.
Check the neighbors!
We're looking for the boy and anything|they've noticed in the last few days.
Time to destination, 1 1 minutes.
ln 1 ,000 feet, bear left.
ln 500 feet, bear left.
ln 100 feet, bear left.
Bear left.
You took the wrong turn.
John, the zoo's behind us.|You took the wrong turn.
Babe, what are you doing?
She'll call my parents.
-What?|-They'll look after him,
and l'll figure out a way of getting him to us.
Are you out of your mind?
l tried! There's no more time!
Any second now,|there's gonna be a roadblock ahead of us.
lt might be there now!|lf we don't get out now, we don't get out!
l'll find a way of getting him to us, all right?|l'll find a way.
No, really, it's fine. l just can't thank you|enough for taking care of him.
Hey, it was our pleasure.
Hi.
l'm going to sit back here, okay?
Sure.
The traffic is backing up at the toll plazas.
lt's worse downtown where police|have cordoned off the train station
and are searching all passengers.
Joining us from Union Station,|our very own Sylvia Patterson.
John?
What are we gonna do?
We're going to the train station.
-Stay in the car.|-Okay.
Sir, l'm sorry the mayor was delayed,|but l did not tell them to stop every vehicle.
Just the ones with a couple and a child.
Sir, l know my...
Yes, sir.
Are you sure $20 is enough?|Ticket to Buffalo costs three times that.
Yeah. We're going that way anyway.
Go wider. Send their photos to every train,|bus station and airport in a 300-mile radius.
So Ohio, Maryland, West Virginia,
New York, New Jersey, Virginia, Michigan,|Kentucky and lndiana?
You know what direction they're going in,|smart-ass?
-See you again, Tom.|-Thanks again.
You want to see it?
Only if it will tell me where they are.
Not so lucky.
Excuse me. Do you call this coffee?
How many airports in Ontario and Quebec?
You want me to stop calling and count?
-Long way to go with just a carry-on.|-l'm sorry?
Long way to go with just a carry-on.
You know how many times|you guys have lost our bags?
Here's your tickets and boarding passes.
Thank you.
They found the parents.
You decided to go for a drive|for the entire day?
George wanted to see the leaves.
And you have absolutely no idea|where they're going, right?
l told you. We never spoke.
Hey.
l'll do this.
Go ahead, Luke.
Hello.
You look like you need to get away.
Thank you.
Come on, buddy.
-Too bad you didn't find more of it.|-Yeah.
And l wish l could figure out where this is.
l checked Web sites for every|tourist destination l could think of.
-That's the Presidential Palace.|-What?
lt was all over CNN|when it collapsed during the earthquake.
We know where they're going!
Show me.
Thank you for waiting.|We'll soon begin boarding by rows.
Hold them at the gate. Take a look.
Let's go!
Excuse me, folks. No one else on.
Excuse me, folks. Excuse me.|Excuse me, please.
Sorry. There's no one by that description|on this flight.
No. They're on it.
Do you have the photographs?
We have the photographs.|They're not on this plane.
Are there any other flights to Haiti tonight?
No other flights. Anything else?
No. No. Thank you.
lt's starting to rain.
l'll call the FBl.
You ever ask yourself|why we found this bag and not the others?
The captain has switched off|the seat belt light.
Flight time to Caracas, Venezuela,|this evening is five hours and 32 minutes.
While in your seat, the captain asks|that you keep your seat belt fastened.
This guy's a teacher?
At a community college.
Hey!
-She heard a button pop.|-What?
She heard a button pop.
Was it raining when we searched the scene?
Three years ago?
What are we doing here?
Why don't you act like a cop?|Grab the other side.
You're out of your mind.
-Ready?|-Yeah.
You got it?
You really thought you|were gonna find it?