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- Don't be scared.
You gonna be okay.
I know it don't feel like it
right now,
'cause all you feel is afraid.
But you got me.
You didn't used to,
but you do now.
See, I was where you are
67 days ago.
Mm-hmm.
They say it's bad
to count, but...
you just get so used to it.
And sometimes I wish I was back.
I do, you'll see.
You miss things.
Things you never thought
you'd miss.
They say the Prophet
wouldn't want us
talkin' like this...
'cause you unclean.
But I'm unclean, too.
I think if he saw your suffering
the way he saw mine,
I think he'd understand.
He saw it
and lifted it right up.
You gonna be okay.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, I know.
I know.
- Mo, get me a cart!
- Beatin' up on
helpless animals!
That make you feel right?
- Get out of my way.
- That is a life!
You hear me?
That's a life.
- It's a damn dog.
I'ma tell you again
to get out of my way
before I move ya.
- So move me.
- I'm calling the cops!
- Yeah?
What can we do for you?
Oh, hey, here comes the cavalry.
Hey, I know you, boy?
Hey, you're the Cyclops.
- Mo, just get back inside.
- Hey!
Hey.
Come on back here.
Both of ya, come on.
Little closer.
Ah, you're him, all right.
A free man.
After all this time now.
It must really be somethin'.
You know you got a felon
on the books here.
You know that?
- I do.
But it ain't him.
- Yeah, innocent, my ass.
I don't care
what the courts say.
You know, an innocent man,
he don't do the things
that you did in lockup.
- Can you please
just leave us alone?
- I've seen what you done
to those little girls.
I seen the pictures.
- He didn't do nothin'.
- That's not what I heard.
No, that's not what I heard.
- He not gonna make it, Mo.
Beat up too bad.
Punctured lung,
internal bleeding.
We got to help him pass.
- No, he gonna make it.
He'll make it.
- We'll give him the night.
But if he's still suffering
tomorrow,
we got to put him down.
- Shh, shh.
We're here.
- You okay?
- No, I ain't.
- Don't listen to nobody.
Especially some
good 'ol boy with a badge.
First couple of months are hard.
Gets easier.
- Poor thing.
And you alone can forgive sins,
so grant me forgiveness
and mercy.
Allahu akbar.
Thank you for your call,
you've reached Mohamed Lundy.
Um...
I'm outside right now, so, um...
Hi, this is Mohamed.
I'm, I'm not here,
so you can leave your...
You've reached Mohamed
and he's not here right now.
He's, um...
I bet you didn't sleep
last night, huh'?
My first night was hard, too.
Beat up, scared of the noise.
They say you make it through
that first night,
and you can make it through
any of 'em.
They got no saying for when
you get out, though.
Hold on. Just...
just hold on.
Shh, it's okay.
You're all right.
- You're okay, baby.
You're just tired.
Just tired.
- Mohamed?
It ain't right
what he did to that dog.
But it happens.
Every last one of 'em,
I want to break
their damn necks.
- Ain't no rules out here.
Killed a helpless dog,
ain't nobody does nothing.
- Things don't get settled the
way they do on the inside.
- Give it time.
Stuff starts to make more sense
each day you're out.
- We should bury him.
- Disposal regulation.
They'll give me hell.
Hey!
- Hey!
All the drugs are locked up now.
Go out the way you came.
Ain't nobody got to
know about this.
" Huh'?
Oh, oh, Charlie.
- Do you need help?
You want me to
call you somebody?
- Ma'am?
- Help me find him.
- Whoa!
- Why won't you
help me find him?
Why won't you?
- Ma'am?
Ma'am?
Uh, there's a van outside,
I'll get you
anywhere you need to go,
if you're in trouble.
- Hey, Miss?
Miss!
You got to-you got to-
- Help me find him!
- You got to stop here!
I can help you,
if you just...
- You have to help me find him.
I didn't mean to.
I didn't mean to-
- Hey, now,
you're scaring me now.
Don't...
- Ma'am!
Miss.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey!
Hey, hey.
Hey, ma'am.
Ma'am!
Help me!
Hey!
Hey.
You all right.
You all right?
Help!
Somebody!
Hey, I didn't-
Touch you.
I didn't touch you.
I didn't touch you.
- Lady from
the Innocence Project
called this morning.
Wanted to see how you're doing.
Said you're doing fine.
Working on your people skills.
You know, it strikes me
you don't seem too happy.
To be out, I mean.
Most folks be doing back flips
to have their names
cleared like that.
Be out of Angola.
Breathin' fresh air
like a real, live person.
Bury the past.
Or it'll bury you, boy.
You hear?
- How you doin', ma'am?
Bismillah.
- Now, you need to
put that knife down.
- You stay away from me!
Get out of my way.
- I'm gonna let you leave now.
You need to understand
something, first.
- Get out of my way!
- No, hey, now.
Hey.
Listen to me!
Listen to me.
Listen to me!
Listen.
I didn't hurt you.
I didn't touch you.
I didn't touch you.
Now, you asked me to help you.
Understand that?
You understand?
- I'm not afraid of you!
- You ain't got to be
afraid of me.
No, no.
- You get out of my way!
- I will let you leave.
- You get out of my way!
- I'm gonna let you leave,
but you-
you need to know I didn't hurt
you, it's very important.
- Who are you?
- Nobody.
Hang on.
- Are you one of them?
You one of his friends?
- No, no, no, no, no.
We ain't never-
- You one of his friends
who watches me?
- We ain't never met.
- Who are you?
- I work at the shelter.
Yeah, dog shel-
you brought in
that mutt got beat up real bad?
You know, in that pickup truck?
Charlie.
Charlie is his name?
- You-you know Charlie?
- Yeah.
That's...
that's your dog.
Yeah.
- I'm not, not happening...
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Lady, lady, stay with me now.
No, no, I didn't watch you.
I don't watch.
Just calm down now.
Breathe.
You get on.
That sound good?
Yeah?
All right.
All right. All right.
All right.
What's your name?
You ain't got to tell me,
that's all right.
It's okay.
- Doris.
- Doris?
Doris, I'm Mohamed.
- We drove here?
- That right, we drove here.
I didn't know if
you was in trouble,
somebody's after you.
But I-I just wanted
to help you.
You asked me to help you.
- You didn't hurt me?
- I didn't put a hand on you.
- Then what do you want?
- Nothing.
Nothing.
No-you want
you some water?
Get you some water.
Yeah.
- Here you go.
Here.
It's all right.
It's all right, just take it.
It's okay.
Yeah.
That's it.
That's it.
Yeah?
You feel better?
You just breathe.
Just breathe.
- Police!
Police!
Open the door!
Police!
Open up!
Sir, we got some reports
of a domestic disturbance.
You want to tell
your wife or girlfriend
or so forth to come to the door?
- Oh, ain't nobody here
but me, Officer.
- Oh, is that right?
- Martin, right?
- You two acquainted?
- Don't you watch the news?
- Wait, open up a little bit.
Holy shit.
Yeah, Martin Lundy.
Hey, you mind if we come in?
- Yeah, you go on.
- Is there someone else
here, sir?
- Like I said, ma'am,
no one but me.
- Well, let's just
make sure about that.
- What's all the noise about,
Martin?
- Oh, I was exercising.
- Go that hard, huh?
Shit.
My lovely Latina partner's
gonna take a look around,
make sure you're not making
lampshades out of ladies
in the back room someplace.
- Doesn't look like you're big
on lampshades, actually.
The Cyclops!
The Beast of Angola.
You're a damn legend, son.
Tore a lot of fellas up
on the inside, huh?
I heard even them
gang-bangin' niggers
wouldn't go near the Cyclops.
That's impressive.
White as you are.
Very impressive...
Martin.
- It's Mohamed.
- You're a real
Movie of the Week,
aren't you, boy?
You got an animal in there,
Mr. Mohamed?
- He's just a dog
from the shelter.
Been workin' down there.
- Okay.
- You like dogs?
- I'm allergic.
- I love 'em.
Bring it out, let's see it.
- No, she's sleeping now.
- Wake it up.
Come on.
- Come on, Eric, I'll be
sneezing all damn day.
- Naw, she needs to sleep now.
- I said wake it up.
- That's a sick dog,
right there.
- Wake it up, boy!
- It's just an old dog, sir.
She's sick.
- Eric.
You have a nice day,
Mr. Lundy.
- Ma'am.
- Come on.
Come on, now, they're gone.
I was just making dinner.
- I see.
Uh, come on out.
Come on.
- Thank you.
- It's all right.
- Mo, look at this.
- Right now. Melanie?
- Details are still unfolding.
But police say they're
dedicating...
- He was just here.
- All available resources
to the investigation
of Long's murder
and the search for his wife.
They do consider Doris Long
a person of interest,
and they're not ruling out
the possibility
that she could be a suspect
or another potential victim.
- Was she with him when he came?
- Devastated', though,
by Sergeant Long's loss.
And they say he Was-
- God, I don't even know.
- We're following this story
closely, of course,
and will bring you live updates
as more details become
available.
- Poor thing.
Hope she's okay.
- Melanie Herbert-
- Paperwork right there for ya.
- Mm-hmm.
- I can't sleep.
Just keep thinking about
Charlie, and...
I just can't sleep.
Did you just move in
or something?
Not a lot of furniture
or anything.
- Did you have enough of it?
- I sure did.
- Mm.
Now he's dead.
Do you want me to go?
I can go.
- I don't know.
I don't know.
- I still wake up
and think I'm there.
With the cracks in the ceiling
and the footsteps...
And the heavy curtains.
But I'm not.
I'm here with these
white walls...
Where I can breathe.
And there are no mistakes.
Just relief.
- Nobody wanted it.
Give it a try.
- You want me to sit in it?
- Yeah, go on.
- Yeah, it's nice.
Hey.
I wanted to ask
about Charlie, my dog.
Is he okay,
or did he-
He probably didn't
make it, did he?
- Yeah, he's okay.
- Really?
Oh, that's great.
That's good.
I was really sure
he wasn't gonna make it.
Where's your dog?
- Oh, it's just for dogs
I bring home from the kennel.
- Oh.
That's nice.
- You finished with this?
- Sorry.
It's my fault what happened
to Charlie, 'cause...
he was trying to protect me.
- Ain't your fault.
Your husband...
I've known a lot
of men like him.
And they don't stop.
- So, the bed in the closet,
is that for a dog, too?
No, that's me-l don't really
care too much for open spaces.
- You sleep in the closet?
- Yeah.
- You fit in there?
- Yeah.
- Excuse me, y'all,
I'll be right back.
- That's better than
prison chow, huh'?
You know, I had one of those
Nutraloafs once on a dare.
What you all call that inside?
"Confinement loaf"?
Whoo!
That's something awful.
You know, I always thought
it was cruel and unusual
to put all that mushy, wormy
food together in a pile of shit
and call that dinner.
- What is it that you want?
- What do I want?
Oh, you don't want to
know what I want.
What I would like
is to ask you some
questions about a dead cop.
My boss said leave you alone.
He said that
you been through enough.
Yeah, he and I don't
agree on much.
I'll see you soon.
- Why do you do that?
- To be clean in front of God
when I pray.
- Sounds beautiful, the praying.
- Thank you.
- Did you grow up doing that?
- Naw.
I learned this in prison.
- Why not Jesus?
- The Christians...
they always wanted me
to confess something.
I didn't have
nothin' to confess.
Islam never asked that of me.
- Islam.
What does that mean?
- Uh, it means "surrender."
- Why are you helping me?
If I get caught...
you go back to prison, right?
- Probably, yeah.
- Well, I don't
want that to happen.
So I should go.
- No, you can stay.
You-you stay.
Okay.
- My Lord, please forgive me.
Allahu akbar.
Allahu akbar.
Allahu-
Sorry, does this bother you?
- Mm-mm.
You got me clothes.
- Yeah.
I don't know much about 'em.
- It's perfect.
- Good, I figured
you gonna need 'em.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- If you want to sleep in the
closet, it's okay with me.
- You sure about that?
- Mm-hmm.
- Appreciate it.
- Mr. Lundy.
You're a hard man
to get on the phone.
Yeah, you're a hard man
to get, in general.
Oh, it's not smart
puttin' your back on me.
Should've learned that inside.
- What's this?
- Linda, right?
- I don't have to
tell you anything.
- Not sure that's true.
- This is a private business.
Unless you got a warrant
or some reason to be here,
you ain't welcome.
- You know why
they call him Cyclops?
- Warrant.
- Yeah, the Aryan Brothers
gave him that name
when he took his
cell mate's eye out.
Said he kept it.
17 years old.
Monsters don't grow up, Linda.
They just hide in the closet
until they get hungry.
- You put a kid in that
gladiator school
with all them animals.
What you expect?
- Justice.
- He's peaceful now.
That's all that matters.
- Hmm.
I'm just gonna poke around here
and ask Mr. Lundy
a few questions.
I could come back
with a warrant.
- Mohamed's been through
enough, is all.
- I'm just doin' police work.
- Be quick.
Real quick.
- Boss said I could
poke around a little.
You really love that
"right the remain silent," huh?
Oh, come on, Martin.
You know I'm not going anywhere
until we have a little chat.
We could do that right here,
or we could go
down to the station.
You know Doris Long?
- No.
- Yeah, I didn't think so.
Makes sense you don't
know each other.
The funny thing is, we lose
her trail right around here
after the night of the murder.
Like someone
was waiting for her.
And that John.
Oh, he was not
well-behaved.
A bit of a hothead.
Nobody liked him.
Someone a girl
might want to get rid of.
Girl that felt trapped.
No hope.
No place to go.
Friends always lookin'
the other way.
Probably lasted for years.
And someone had to
help her, right'?
Maybe someone
who didn't like cops much.
Somebody who put a prison guard
in a coma for two months.
Permanent brain damage.
Hey, you remember that, Martin?
Hmm?
Remember his name?
Hmm?
Remember?
Hey, I'm talking to you!
- That fuckin' pig starved me!
- There you are.
There you are.
His name was Ronnie.
That was his name.
Ronnie.
Anyway...
we'll get it all settled.
We always do.
- Hey.
Hmm?
- You asleep?
- No.
- Who are you?
- What?
- I mean-
- What, you want to know
why I got locked up?
- No.
No, I don't care about that.
I just mean,
I spend all day here
surrounded by
your things, and...
I don't really know who you are.
- I ain't no one.
- Well, that's not true.
I mean...
You don't like furniture.
Obviously.
You work with dogs.
You like to pray.
A lot.
And you're nice to me.
So that makes you someone.
Right?
Don't you have any family?
- I got a sister, I think...
Somewhere in Alabama
last time I heard.
- Well, what's she like?
- She can draw real good.
Ever since she was real little.
- Yeah?
- That girl draw like
it was takin' a picture.
She'd come up with paper.
Draw a fence or whatever
in front of her.
And she'd hand it to me,
like it was a test.
"Now you do it."
She'd hand it to me 'cause she
knew I was gonna mess it up.
I always messed it up.
That was a long time ago.
Long time.
- I have a brother.
His name is Darren.
And he's what they call
a "tree doctor."
And he had this big book
of different types of trees.
And he would quiz me
on them, too.
He was always
much smarter than me.
And better looking.
He was very handsome.
Like a movie star.
- Are we friends?
- Sure.
- I ain't never been...
been really good
talkin' to women.
They locked me up when I was 15.
I had no practicing.
Ain't never really had a chance.
- I hope I'm gonna be okay.
- You're gonna be okay.
- Charlie?
Charlie?
Charlie?
Charlie, come here.
No, no, no, no, no.
No.
Shit, shit, shit.
- Yeah, make sure
you tag everything.
I'm gonna check out the back.
- Are you okay, hon?
- Mm-hmm.
- You sure?
- Thanks.
- I'm sorry, I got locked out.
- What're you doing outside?
- I made a mistake-
- Why are you outside?
- Why are you outside?
- I got locked out.
I'm sorry.
- Come on.
- I made a mistake,
Mo, I'm sorry.
- She saw me, she saw me-
- What? Who?
- She's gonna call the-
you're neighbor.
She looked right at my face.
- Why did you go outside?
- I don't know,
I don't know, I-
I thought I saw Charlie, okay?
- What?
- I thought I saw him!
I swear to God, I thought
I saw him outside.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I ruined it.
I ruined it.
I'm sorry.
The cops are at my work.
They're here, they're coming.
Okay"
Okay, I'm gonna have to go.
Because if they catch you here,
I know they'll
put you back away.
- Hold on!
Hold on.
- If they catch you here,
they can take you back
and I don't want you to go back!
- Listen, I ain't going back.
And you're not gonna turn
yourself in, all right?
- I'm not?
- No.
No, no, no, no.
I don't-
I don't want to go back.
- I know.
- I ain't talkin' about prison.
I ain't sayin' that.
I don't want to go back.
You understand?
- Me, neither.
Okay.
All right.
Okay.
I know somebody.
I know somebody that's
gonna help us.
- Okay.
- Yeah?
- Get your stuff.
Okay.
- Back up.
Back up!
How many with you?
- Just her.
- I saw something in the trees.
- It's just us.
- As-salaam alaikum.
- Wa-Alaikum-Salaam.
You a whole lot more paranoid
than I remember.
- You don't remember much.
- Want to put the gun down now?
- More than anything, brother.
More than anything.
Come in.
Mm-mm.
No.
Absolutely not.
- I wouldn't ask you if-
- If what?
You actually cared about
protecting my way of life?
- No, if I had other options.
- You bring a murderer
into my home.
- She's not a murderer.
- And ask me to risk my life.
My freedom.
Not just sheltering her, but
taking you across the border?
Why not north?
Most of that border's
just a wire fence.
- 'Cause they gonna find us
there and you know that.
I'm not asking you
to get us across,
I'm just askin' you to get
us to someone who can.
- Who?
- Those Low Riders
from Corpus Christi.
You did business with them.
They move things.
- Yeah.
Heard those charmers did
Crispy Black real bad.
Cut him up like
a fucking carrot cake.
- It's just yard gossip, man.
Low Riders are punks.
Brotherhood errand boys,
you know that.
- How you gonna pay 'em?
Oh, I'm gonna pay 'em.
- Brother, I'm callin' in
my favor right now.
We can't make it across
on our own.
Too many people lookin' for us.
- Why don't I just take you?
- You been having much luck
at the border these days?
- Fair enough.
Okay.
- Okay?
- Yeah, what, you want me
to say it twice?
- Yeah.
- I don't know, man, it was his
purity that I admired most.
The way he never gave up.
Livin' alone for
all those years in caves,
cold-ass nights
in the desert.
Ugh.
Only ever wanting one thing.
One thing.
And riskin', dedicating
his whole life to it.
Like Sisyphus.
Rolling that fuckin' boulder
up the hill
just to watch it roll back down.
Drove me to tears, bro.
You know, in a way,
Wile E. Coyote taught me more
about loss and righteousness
in a way that prison
never could.
But that fuckin' Road Runner.
That stupid, ostrich-looking
little piece of shit,
with that stupid smile
and that noise.
Always fucking with him.
I liked him.
He was always happy,
even though he was being chased
by some maniac who always
wanted to kill him.
- Yeah.
Easy to be happy when
you win all the time.
- Surviving and winning
aren't the same thing.
You got a smart one here.
Hey.
I heard from Akasha.
- No.
- My my brother-in-law said he,
uh, came to Brooklyn
lookin' for work
or a girlfriend or some shit.
- Is he still cross-eyed?
- Who's Akasha?
- So, Akasha-this poor fucker
used to get in trouble
with the screws all the time,
because they could never tell
if he was lookin'
at them or not.
Drove 'em fucking apeshit.
So, one day, to fuck with him,
me and a few brothers
told him that if he
got hit real hard,
it might straighten out
his eyes.
And he's not too smart,
so he believed it.
Kid was fucking desperate.
So, naturally, we told him to go
get the Cyclops to hit him,
because this motherfucker
was a terror.
I mean, Aryans wouldn't even
sneeze at him.
- Khalil...
- What? Come on,
the past is the past.
So, he goes up to this brother,
and starts shovin' him
at chow, you know?
And this was before
Brother Mohamed
become Brother Mohamed.
When he was still breaking bones
like a fucking ogre
in a kid's story.
- Khalil.
- So he starts shoving him
and pushing him around.
And Brother Mohamed just
looks at him like an ant.
Mm-hmm.
Like less than an ant.
Like a shit that an ant takes
and looks at
and is like,
"Oh, that's a small-ass
piece of fuckin' shit!"
Whole place stops.
But the Cyclops does somethin'
no one ever saw him do.
He laughed.
He fuckin' laughed.
And this was huge.
Oh, a huge moment.
It was like seeing
your dad cry or somethin'.
Something you never
thought possible.
He never did hit him.
They almost became kind of
friends, you know?
And brothers started passin'
him pages from the Holy Book,
telling him he didn't
have to fight anymore.
To surrender to
the One and Only.
And just like that,
Cyclops was slain;
made a peaceful warrior
by Allah.
To friends.
- To friends.
- Old and new.
It's a day's drive
to the safe house.
Tried to make it
comfy for you back there,
but it'll get bumpy.
Shotgun in the back
if we hit any trouble.
And when you cross,
these guys'll take you
to my connection
who'll pay 'em out
and set you up somewhere
with an umbrella in your drink.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Everybody, stop thanking me.
Come on.
Giddyap!
- Does he talk
that much all the time?
- Hmm.
Yeah, he's kind of got the gift.
- Mm-hmm.
I used to have a friend
who'd do that.
We called her Chicken.
- What? Chicken?
- She was not a chicken.
She used to tell everybody
she was part gypsy.
And she had these teeth
that you could just...
see comin' from a mile away.
- She was always
mouthin' off to the cops
and get all us kids in trouble.
- Mixing it up, huh?
- Uh-huh.
Then we'd have to fight-
I could fight.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- Bet you could.
Before they locked me up,
I used to weigh about nothing.
I never caused too much trouble,
just kept to myself.
Just stole a couple cars
and run 'em till
they run out of gas.
Slept wherever.
- Before you, there was nothing.
It was all nothing.
- This is it.
Stay frosty.
- Welcome to nowhere!
Where nothin' is your business
and nobody got no names.
This is the precious cargo, huh?
- You our guy?
- I am the guy, amigo mio.
And this is my personal liaison.
He's a bit shy, as you can tell.
But he does know
what he's doin'.
As does everybody else out here.
Come on,
let's get you all settled.
You got a long drive maana.
We got us a live one, huh?
- We ain't looking for trouble.
- Oh, but you were sizing us up
ever since you got
out of that truck.
Did math on us, too, didn't ya?
How much we weigh?
Can we handle our business?
Look, we just move stuff around
down here, man.
That's all we do.
None of us want to go back to
a penitentiary over bullshit.
So why don't we all relax?
And I invite you
to be our guests.
- You're good?
- We're good.
- Country's not really
her genre.
- We love those shows
around here.
- You see last week
when they did disco?
- Kind of a guilty pleasure.
- Judges ate it up.
Even, uh, what's her name?
With the big old, uh...
with the hair?
You got to know who you are.
As an artist.
I mean, that's what
they're voting on
when America looks at 'em.
They want to know
who that singer is,
where he or she's been.
I want to look into that
person's eye and go,
"I know your story.
I can relate."
Well, it true, I mean,
it's as simple as that.
That's the difference between
a winner and a loser.
Honesty.
- We reserved the
honeymoon suite for y'all.
Okay, here's the deal.
Just in case Osama
didn't lay it out for ya,
you're gonna
stay with us tonight.
And tomorrow,
we are gonna load you into
the back of a truck
that is headed to Juarez,
where we are going to hand you
off to some other nice folks
that are gonna get you
across to the safe house
and then on to sunny Caracas.
You got some agua.
There's a working commode.
Hell, you got
all the comforts of home!
See, when everybody plays nice,
everybody gets what they want.
We'll see you in the morning.
Doris?
Doris!
No.
No!
Doris?
- Careful with this one.
- Where is she?
- Where is she?
- In the hatch!
- Where is the hatch?
- Neon sign.
Neon sign!
- Give me the keys.
- Mohamed!
- Come here.
It's okay.
- You okay?
- It's okay.
- You okay?
- I'm okay.
It's okay.
- Mo, Mo, look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me!
- Mo?
Mo?
Are you okay?
Mo?
You okay?
You okay?
- I'm so sorry.
That was me. I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- That was me there.
I'm sorry.
That was...
That was me.
I'm sorry.
- I know.
I know.
I know. It's okay.
It's okay.
- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.
We're okay.
Okay?
We're okay, we're okay.
- How fast was I going?
- Shit.
- No.
No.
No!
- Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Hey.
We can't stop.
We can't stop.
Listen to me.
- Why was I going so fast?
- Listen to me.
We can't stop, okay?
Listen to me.
Listen to me!
We can't stop.
Look at us.
We can't stop, okay?
- You two in the minivan!
Pull over to the-
- It's one car.
Don't stop.
Okay?
- Okay.
- We're not gonna stop.
- All right.
- We can do it, okay?
I'm right here.
- All right.
- We're gonna go.
- Yeah.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Hold on!
Go!
- We can do it,
we're gonna make it.
We can make it.
Don't stop.
Don't you stop.
Don't you stop.
It's okay.
It's okay.
- Let's go.
- We can do it.
Okay.
- Come on. Come on!
Come on!
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
- You two in the blue minivan!
Get out of the van!
- No, no, no, no, no.
We gonna run!
We gonna run.
And we're gonna go
in opposite directions.
- No, no-
- Run as fast as you can.
- They'll shoot you, no!
- Get out of the van right now!
- They'll shoot you-
I'm not gonna leave you.
- No, no, no,
they ain't gonna shoot me.
Ain't nobody, now-
they're just two cops.
Okay?
They ain't gonna do that.
I'm gonna find you.
- How?
- I'll find you.
You know that.
I'll find you, okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
All right, you ready?
- I'm ready.
- He's not getting out.
- This is your last warning!
Out of the minivan!
Okay.
Okay.
- One, two...
three.
- Let's go.
She's out.
- Get out of the van
and get on the ground!
- She's my hostage.
I'm lettin' her go.
I stabbed him.
She didn't have nothin'
to do with it.
- Get on the fuckin' ground!
- I stabbed him.
- The fuck is happening?
- I killed him.
It-it was me.
- Look, man, get on the ground.
Nobody has to die today.
- He's got bracelets on him!
- You hear me? Huh?
- Get on the ground
and we can talk about this.
- I surrender.
I surrender to you.
I surrender to you.
I surrender everything to you.
- He's reaching for somethin'
- Stand down!
- No.
No!
- Fuck!
- I told you to stand down!
- Mohamed!
- loan? seem to get used to
that big clunk,
when the doors lock up.
And all the night noise starts.
But there's this little
patch of sky out my window
and I can see
clouds moving along.
Off to some place
that isn't here.
Someplace bigger,
they got more room
to do what they do.
Cloud things, I guess.
When I think of you,
It takes me away from here,
out past the place Where
the clouds get off to.
All I have to do is just think
about your face,
and I'm out in the free world,
pressing up against the Walls
of our little closet.
And We're there...
together.
Where things don't echo
all the time.
I think of you.
I think of you.
I think of you.
Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You get my letter?
- Yeah.
Even tried to write you
back, but...
Just came out wrong.
- It's okay.
- Hmm.
- You should keep trying,
though.
Is that a new shirt?
- Yeah.
- I guess I sort of
stole your look, huh?
- Are you okay?
You make any friends?
- Yeah, some.
You know, there's some
good people here.
I hear the lawyer's gonna
get you a really good deal.
- Yeah, Vicky, she's-
she real smart.
She always smells like
coconut, though.
- Hon, you shouldn't be in here.
- I took a life, Mohamed.
Wasn't mine to take.
- How's our place?
- Uh...
it's empty again.
Hey, you should get a dog.
- I miss you so much.
- I miss you, too.
Come on, give me your head.
Do you feel my hand?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
You feel it?
- I do.
You have me.
You didn't before,
but you do now.
- I do now.