Breakout Kings

Charlie Duchamp:
Alright Lloyd, you know this guy. I want you front and center on this case.

Lloyd Lowery:
Oh, actually I was hoping for more of like a back and off to the side position Charlie. This guy hates me, and not like you hate me, he hates me hates me. I don't want to cross his path.

Shea Daniels:
[Shea knocks on bathroom door] Listen we all gotta talk in private, we only got a few minutes til Charlie and Ray come back girl. Open up.

Erica Reed:
Piss off!

Shea Daniels:
[Shea knocks again] Open up.

Lloyd Lowery:
[Erica opens the door and Lloyd and Shea walk in, to find Erica wrapped in a towel] Where, where did you get the vanilla body lotion?

Erica Reed:
I don't have vanilla body lotion.

Lloyd Lowery:
My God, that is your natural scent? Woman you smell like cake.

Charlie Duchamp:
Lloyd, what's your history with this guy?

Lloyd Lowery:
Well I was a few months out of med school, Harvard Summa Cum Laude by the way, and I took part in a government study of the criminal mind. Uh, root causes of their pathology, how narcissism affects their crime patterns, how their lives...

Shea Daniels:
You keep saying "their" like you ain't a criminal yourself.

Lloyd Lowery:
Please hold all comments 'til the end of the lecture.

Ray Zancanelli:
What do you know about this psycho?

Lloyd Lowery:
Ok, well his father was a very wealthy businessman, and studies show that the neurological makeup of a successful CEO is often nearly an exact match to those of serial killers. Both are calculating, methodical, capable of separating themselves from emotion. Basically one tweak in a brain fold, and you go from Gordon Gekko, to Charlie Manson. Damion fell into the latter category obviously.

Julianne Simms:
Did you help lock his ass up? [Everyone looks at Julianne]

Lloyd Lowery:
Since when do you swear like that? But no, I recommended they put him into a looney bin, because the only way you could stop someone with a drive to kill like Damion is to dope his ass silly. And when I said that on the stand, it took like two bailiffs to hold him back.

Charlie Duchamp:
Lloyd, what's your history with this guy?

Lloyd Lowery:
Well I was a few months out of med school, Harvard Summa Cum Laude by the way, and I took part in a government study of the criminal mind. Uh, root causes of their pathology, how narcissism affects their crime patterns, how their lives...

Shea Daniels:
You keep saying "their" like you ain't a criminal yourself.

Lloyd Lowery:
Please hold all comments 'til the end of the lecture.

Ray Zancanelli:
What do you know about this psycho?

Lloyd Lowery:
Ok, well his father was a very wealthy businessman, and studies show that the neurological makeup of a successful CEO is often nearly an exact match to those of serial killers. Both are calculating, methodical, capable of separating themselves from emotion. Basically one tweak in a brain fold, and you go from Gordon Gekko, to Charlie Manson. Damien fell into the latter category obviously.

Julianne Simms:
Did you help lock his ass up? [Everyone looks at Julianne]

Lloyd Lowery:
Since when do you swear like that? But no, I recommended they put him into a looney bin, because the only way you could stop someone with a drive to kill like Damien is to dope his ass silly. And when I said that on the stand, it took like two bailiffs to hold him back.

Erica Reed:
Look pal, unless you're paying rent, get out of my space.

Lloyd Lowery:
Oh, that was, that was clever, actually.

Erica Reed:
Yeah, was it?

Lloyd Lowery:
Mhm, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I liked it a lot more than I like you, because you are a liar.

Erica Reed:
I'm not a liar.

Lloyd Lowery:
You were lying about breaking and entering, otherwise you would've helped Charlie with that lock right there. So why don't you just tell me what your deal is, please.

Erica Reed:
My deal, is answering to Charlie. Not some mouth breather.

Lloyd Lowery:
I have a deviated septum.

Shea Daniels:
So he tortures prostitutes 'cause he hates his mom?

Lloyd Lowery:
No. I hate my mom, do I do these things?

Shea Daniels:
Wouldn't surprise me.

Lloyd Lowery:
How dare you.

Ray Zancanelli:
Now we put an alarm out on his vehicle, and it's eleven hours since he ran. You guys know the stat, less than five percent chance of capture after seventy-two hours.

Shea Daniels:
But why run at all? Prison record's clean, he'd of gotten out in two and a half years. Dude's stupid.

Julianne Simms:
Actually, he's genius. 170 IQ.

Lloyd Lowery:
170, that is adorable.

[points to self]

Lloyd Lowery:
210 muchachos, just saying. But while we're on the topic of how smart I am, and ipso facto, the expert psychological analysis I provide, not to mention Shea's street level gangsta knowledge which radically comes in handy, I need to ask. What is the new girl's super power? Is it breast vision guys, c'mon does she have magic b*obs? Because the last girl who was in here almost queered the deal for us, I don't...

[Charlie's office door opens and Erica walks out]

Lloyd Lowery:
hello.

Erica Reed:
Hey.

Shea Daniels:
Lloyd, I could teach you a hundred different fight moves, but if you start something on the inside, you're gonna catch a beat down.

Lloyd Lowery:
No but that's what I'm saying, I don't want to be starting something on the inside. I want to be able to defend myself, out here when we're working cases. No need to remind you we are a gun short.

Shea Daniels:
Not everyone's Damien Fontelroy.

Lloyd Lowery:
It's not just the runners Shea, okay. The danger lurks everywhere, it wasn't a runner that tased me last time.

Erica Reed:
Are you still whining about that?

Lloyd Lowery:
I'm suffering from PTSD, whining's part of the healing process.

Shea Daniels:
[Lloyd, Erica and Shea look in on Dwight wiping off his clown makeup] That's a black dude? Oh man this ain't right.

Lloyd Lowery:
Black man in white face. Racist.

Lloyd Lowery:
Okay, so who did raise Max?

Dwight:
Well, no one really. I mean, the kid just kinda hung around, he was always there. So we just let the little lunatic stay on.

Lloyd Lowery:
So let me get this straight. No one took care of Max, and all of you stood by while this kid was exploited for cheap labor. Is that right?

Dwight:
No. Well you're making it sound worse than it was. I mean, we let the kid perform didn't we.

Lloyd Lowery:
You called him "Mad Max," didn't you?

Dwight:
Well if he didn't like it how come he stuck around all those years?

Lloyd Lowery:
Well as you pointed out, Max was mentally unstable. I mean it sounds like the circus community unwittingly applied some destabilization which is a brain washing technique where you bully someone and you lower their self worth. You took a malfunctioning mind and you just broke it completely. He didn't leave because he blamed himself for the situation, he tried to fit in by putting together a world class act, but that didn't even earn your respect. Is it any wonder he tried to burn the circus down.

Ray Zancanelli:
Wait til you hear how she escaped. Go ahead, tell 'em Jules.

Julianne Simms:
Why me?

Ray Zancanelli:
Because it grosses me out.

Julianne Simms:
[Hesitantly] Okay. Um, Emmy, attacked a volunteer teacher in prison and then used her arraignment as an opportunity, to escape.

Ray Zancanelli:
And according to her cellie, she ordered thirty packs of pistachios, that's at least a pound.

Shea Daniels:
I'd eat a pound of pistachios.

Ray Zancanelli:
All at once? 'Cause that's what she did thirty minutes before she went in the van. The thing is, according to her medical jacket she's mildly allergic to pistachios.

Lloyd Lowery:
Oh my goodness.

Ray Zancanelli:
You know what that means? [Lloyd nods] Then you can tell everyone else what happened.

Lloyd Lowery:
Pistachios are a natural laxative, especially if you're allergic to them. So, if she ate that many within thirty minutes she would need to take a potty break, and I'm talking an emergency potty break. Okay, no I'm talking evacuate the villagers 'cause we have a Chilean mudslide.

Charlie Duchamp:
Just got this from Director Knox. The feed store guy filed an assault complaint. Now we so much as try to tail the guy, we're getting sued.

Ray Zancanelli:
The guy needed a beating.

Lloyd Lowery:
He sued us? What a dick. I'm so glad you punched him you violent Italian.

Shea Daniels:
See man, you're always saying racist stuff. So how come you don't like it when the guy we're chasing do it?

Lloyd Lowery:
No, no, no, no. I say racial stuff not racist stuff. I merely state facts. A racist is an idiot because to believe that one group is genetically superior to another is scientifically baseless. Cultural superiority on the other hand...

Shea Daniels:
See. Racist.

Lloyd Lowery:
How much you wanna bet that you dance better than me. I state facts.

Julianne Simms:
Bennett should be in maximum security prison for life, but his lawyer proved that he was unfit to stand trial due to a history of something called co-morbidity.

Lloyd Lowery:
Are you okay Charlie?

Charlie Duchamp:
Finish.

Lloyd Lowery:
Roger that. Uh, yeah co-morbidity basically means that Bennett is a whole cocktail of crazy. You know, think of him as trail mix, except you replace the nuts and the pretzels and those delicious little yogurt droplets, with paranoid schizophrenia, auditory hallucinations, and delusional psychosis.

Ray Zancanelli:
Seems like the guy and the girl that smoke cigars, pretentious.

Shea Daniels:
Or she's got an oral fixation.

Lloyd Lowery:
Oh well that's a perfectly pedestrian assessment, Shea. Like Freud stated so simply, sometimes a cigar, is just a cigar. [Smells one of the cigars from the cigar box] And this is not a cigar, this is a turd.

Charlie Duchamp:
[Sees cigar shop near the payphone used by Andre] Maybe he was picking up more cigars?

Lloyd Lowery:
He wouldn't call us from a traceable phone right outside of one of his hangouts, he's not that stupid. Trust me.

Charlie Duchamp:
Lloyd, when you, a known problem gambler, were finally apprehended, where did we find you?

Lloyd Lowery:
Casino.

Charlie Duchamp:
Exactly.

Charlie Duchamp:
This is Andre's stash, the Bad Elvis's communicate through cigar boxes. We're looking for the box with the skunk cigars, get to it.

[Hands Lloyd several cigar boxes]

Lloyd Lowery:
[Lloyd opens the first box and removes a cigar to smell] Not this one, silky smooth.

[Smells another cigar]

Lloyd Lowery:
Oh my Godness, you are full bodied. How about you?

[Smells third cigar]

Lloyd Lowery:
Oh you are way to earthy to be a dud aren't you.

[Continues smelling the cigar]

Lloyd Lowery:
Yeah you got, you got a bit of cedar in you don't you, you little scamp.

Charlie Duchamp:
Lloyd.

Lloyd Lowery:
[Grabs another cigar] How about,

[takes a big sniff]

Lloyd Lowery:
okay, grandpa slippers, right there.

Lloyd Lowery:
Gimme your gun. I wanna shoot some people.

Charlie Duchamp:
What?

Lloyd Lowery:
You get to play doctor, I get to play G-Man.

Charlie Duchamp:
G-Man's FBI. I'm a Marshall.

Lloyd Lowery:
You told Erica to bottle it up? What kind of Guatemala med school did you go to Charlie?

Charlie Duchamp:
She's got to focus on the task at hand.

Lloyd Lowery:
She needs an emotional release jackass. Her father was murdered, her kid was taken away from her. She has rage issues, and you're telling her to put a cork in Mount Vesuvius?

Charlie Duchamp:
Did you just call me a jackass?

Lloyd Lowery:
Possibly.

Wes Herman:
I know what you all think of me.

Shea Daniels:
What do you think we think? That your favorite porno is Home Alone.

Ray Zancanelli:
Shut up.

Wes Herman:
It's okay. I deserve any ridicule. I'm, I'm sick, I have a disease.

Lloyd Lowery:
Actually cancer is a disease. You have a psycho-sexual disorder that manifests itself in deviant behavior, so in short you are disgusting.

Julianne Simms:
Agencies put extra bodies on the internet Child Protective Services in case our runner jumps online.

Shea Daniels:
Child Protective Service? Who we going after?

Charlie Duchamp:
Joseph Ramsey, sex offender.

Lloyd Lowery:
How many victims?

Julianne Simms:
Five. All eight-year-old girls.

Lloyd Lowery:
He's pathological, means his actions are driven by an uncontrollable mental condition.

Shea Daniels:
I know what pathological means.

Lloyd Lowery:
Well now you do, thanks to me.

Shea Daniels:
I'm telling you, I know what I heard. Charlie said, "get you back in with the Marshals." I mean, what else could that mean?

Lloyd Lowery:
It could mean anything, okay. Maybe Ray's in the doghouse, maybe Ray's on probation, but he didn't lose his badge, he's in charge of a team of U.S. Marshals.

Shea Daniels:
Nah Lloyd, Charlie runs the show, which makes no sense. I mean Ray's the one with the field experience, why's he answering to a desk jockey? Everything Charlie knows, he goggled.

Lloyd Lowery:
Google, Googled. You've never used a computer have you?

Lloyd Lowery:
Let me tell you why you should open up to my colleague here. Now you have three, half naked young men, on their knees, lapping up fluids. Now as a board certified psychiatrist I can tell you that is a perfectly normal exploration of relational power dynamics. It's also super duper gay, which is totally cool with me. But unless you want us to get a warrant for your hard drive and show your buddies here all that fun stuff we both know you like to download...

Rick Santinelli:
Okay. Okay.

Shea Daniels:
Yo Ray, everybody's working the case, man. How you gonna ride us like that? You order us around like a screw, whole time you been lying to us. Why aren't you a cop anymore Ray? Huh? I mean, what you do, plant some evidence? Put somebody in the hospital? I wanna know who the hell I'm working for.

Charlie Duchamp:
That's enough.

Ray Zancanelli:
No no, I got it Charlie. You guys wanna know what I did? I'll put it out there. I took eight grand from a bus to buy my kid a used car, so she wouldn't think I was a deadbeat dad.

Erica Reed:
Okay, let me get this straight. You look down your nose at us, you call us animals, and this whole time you're a con?

Shea Daniels:
Worse. A dirty cop.

Ray Zancanelli:
Hey you wanna judge me?

Charlie Duchamp:
Ray.

Ray Zancanelli:
Huh? A gang banger who profited from his own people!

Charlie Duchamp:
Ray.

Ray Zancanelli:
[Turns toward Erica] A psycho vigilante who chose vengeance over motherhood!

[Turns to Lloyd]

Ray Zancanelli:
And you. You wrote prescriptions to college kids to cover your own debt.

Lloyd Lowery:
Please don't.

Ray Zancanelli:
An eighteen-year-old girl OD'd!

[Lloyd stands up to face Ray, but slowly turns and walks out of the room]

Ray Zancanelli:
Alright, get your prison gear back on, I'm taking you guys back to Maybelle. [Lloyd remains standing in the corner] What, are your legs broken?

Lloyd Lowery:
I wrote that prescription but it was an accident.

Ray Zancanelli:
Alright, give it a rest Lloyd.

Lloyd Lowery:
No. The girl's boyfriend broke up with her, so she went to her apartment, and swallowed a handful of filicids and a bottle of vodka. How was I supposed...

Shea Daniels:
Lloyd. Lloyd, you don't have to explain yourself to anyone.

Lloyd Lowery:
What happened was my fault. And I regret it. And I just want you guys to know that.

Lloyd Lowery:
[Approaches Julianne's desk] Minimal interaction, no eye contact, cluttered work space to make you feel cocooned and safe. How long have you had social anxiety and panic disorder, with I'm guessing just a twist of depression? Let me guess, family history, uh you were diagnosed eighteen, nineteen, and it really reared its ugly head about five years ago. Don't deny it, I can tell by your body language, you can't wait for me to get out of here.

Julianne Simms:
Yeah, that's because you've been staring down my blouse this whole time.

Lloyd Lowery:
That's true, but that's because I suffer from matriarchal dependency with tangential memory fixation, so. See, I know what's wrong with me.

Julianne Simms:
Did you get all you need? 'Cause if so you can leave now.

Lloyd Lowery:
[Lloyd turns to walk away, then turns to Julianne] Group therapy and shrink visits are hog wash. It's in their financial interest to keep you afflicted, so just walk one block outside your safe zone, sit on a park bench, and ask a stranger for the time. Next week ask two people. You should stop waiting for a wrecking ball to knock this thing down, a crack in the dike will do.

Ray Zancanelli:
[Sees Lloyd talking with Julianne] What are you doing, Lowery?

Lloyd Lowery:
I was giving a little advice pro bono.

Ray Zancanelli:
You know, for a guy who was a child prodigy, you're not too bright sometimes. Don't talk to her.

Lloyd Lowery:
You are very protective, do you wanna talk about it?

Ray Zancanelli:
No, leave.

Charlie Duchamp:
Kyle Ferro couldn't have just disappeared.

Lloyd Lowery:
Three clubs in high school, trainer for the football team, that's probably how they lured him into the heist, the desire to be part of something, Dependent Personality Disorder, very common in Latinos, FYI. [Turns to Charlie] Sound about right Charlie, you got some uh, Puerto Rican in the mix?

Charlie Duchamp:
Cuban.

Lloyd Lowery:
I was way off, I'm sorry.

Lloyd Lowery:
[Shea sees a truck with the door open at a gas station and begins walking towards it but is interrupted by Lloyd] Let me tell you about a study I did when I was teaching at the university. I gave five-year-olds a choice between a nickel today and a dime tomorrow, and they all took the nickel. And my point is, that children have a hard time delaying gratification, and if I'm being intellectually honest, so do your people.

Shea Daniels:
What's that now?

Lloyd Lowery:
C'mon brother, just got my government check, now I'm gonna get some new bling, and a brand new set of rims.

Shea Daniels:
You're a straight up racist!

Lloyd Lowery:
No, I'm a factist. And the fact is that I can see in your eyes that you're thinking about jumping on that truck and making a run for it! Don't take the nickel dummy, let's just ride this out, we'll get some time knocked off our sentences, and we'll finish our bids in a much easier environment.

Shea Daniels:
I'm just enjoying the view, bro. [Shea turns away]

Lloyd Lowery:
Hey! I want the dime. I got twenty-five years, and it's a hell of a lot different inside a max shack for a guy like me than it is for you. I'm not going back!

Shea Daniels:
To Charlie, a good man gone too soon.

Ray Zancanelli:
Get off your cross, Lloyd. We need the wood.

Ray Zancanelli:
[after Shea complains that no one trusts him because he's black] You're 1/8 Irish, right? I don't trust Micks.

Ray Zancanelli:
[Julianne hands Ray the grief counseling sign off sheet] Lloyd, did you talk to everyone?

Lloyd Lowery:
I did Raymond. But nobody talked back, which slightly impedes the counseling process.

Erica Reed:
You know you're pretty critical for someone who didn't have to talk to anybody.

Lloyd Lowery:
That's because nobody asked me, Erica.

Julianne Simms:
How are you dealing with Charlie's death, Lloyd?

Lloyd Lowery:
I will tell you, because you all know I don't have a problem with sharing my feelings. I feel guilty, I feel like I am the first link in a chain that led to Charlie's murder.

Julianne Simms:
You can't lay that on yourself.

Lloyd Lowery:
The government brought me in as an expert witness on Damien's case. I recommended he be committed and sedated for the rest of his life. They didn't listen to me.

Julianne Simms:
Then that's their fault. Not yours.

Lloyd Lowery:
I did not properly make my argument. Because you know what happens when you're twenty-four years old, and you've already been a doctor for six years? You think you know everything, and when people don't agree with you, you write them off as morons, and you move on. But I should've pushed back, I should've done something to get them to see who Damien really was. But I didn't do my job, and ten years later a good man died.

Lloyd Lowery:
We're not ready to talk about this, at least not with each other. Which is perfectly understandable and not at all unexpected. But I am here if you guys change your mind. And I just want to say out loud, what I think we're probably all feeling. I miss the guy. I miss Charlie.

Ray Zancanelli:
No one should see what you saw today, Lloyd. If you wanna talk to somebody, whatever you need, I'll get it.

Lloyd Lowery:
I want off the team.

Ray Zancanelli:
Look today was traumatic...

Lloyd Lowery:
Don't tell me what today was Ray! I'm done with all of this. I quit. [Lloyd exits Ray's office, gets in the elevator, and shuts the door]

Lloyd Lowery:
[Pete walks out of the room, Lloyd walks past Erica then comes back] I can see your lady boner. [Erica looks down]

Julianne Simms:
I didn't make the connection before. This is the "Be Your Own Success Shape" guy.

Erica Reed:
You read his stuff?

Julianne Simms:
I, yeah, may have glanced at it.

Ray Zancanelli:
Well sounds like donkey dick to me. But he's got a nice business going, he clears low six figures a year.

Lloyd Lowery:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, six figures? Come on. I'm Harvard educated, my IQ's the price of a gallon of hi-test, why aren't I making that kind of money?

Erica Reed:
Because you gambled it all away.

Lloyd Lowery:
[Reading passage from Ronnie Markham's self help book] "If you fail to strive, your self esteem will be trapped in a wrecktangle..." that's spelled W-R-E-C-K-tangle, "... and your shame sphere will overflow." Okay this is unadulterated hogwash, bunk, and balderdash. This guy has braindead acolytes filling his visitation log like a phonebook. Do you know who's in mine? My mother!

Lloyd Lowery:
[Looking at pamphlet from Marcum Institute] He's got a PhD? A personal healing degree. You guys, he's got a personal healing degree. Please let me be in a coma and this is not real, and I'll wake up [closes eyes, then opens them] now. Nope [closes eyes] , now [opens eyes] . No it's still here.

Shea Daniels:
Why'd you have to be like that back in there?

Lloyd Lowery:
What?

Shea Daniels:
It bothers you that much to see black people in suits instead of robbing and stealing?

Lloyd Lowery:
Okay, first of all my friend, all they're doing is robbing and stealing. And second of all, I don't think they have a hire-a-con program, so I doubt I blew any opportunities for you Shea.

Shea Daniels:
I'm gettin' sick and tired of your mouth Lowery. Those people are selling product, your problem with Ronnie, is that he's a black man making an honest living.

Lloyd Lowery:
Oh he's honest, he broke out of prison.

Erica Reed:
Oh my God, both of you shut the hell up. Shea, not everything's about race. And Lloyd, if you wanna look down your nose at salespeople, do it in your head, okay.

Lloyd Lowery:
My problem with them...

Erica Reed:
Oh my God, are you still talking?

Lloyd Lowery:
is not that they're selling, it's that they're selling bullshit, to people who think that they're getting help when they're actually getting hurt because they're not getting the help that they actually need.

Shea Daniels:
So once again, this is about your crazy little girlfriend.

Lloyd Lowery:
Okay if you refer to her like that again, I will be all over you like a honey badger out of a burlap sack, and you will win the fight Shea, but I will do some damage.

Ray Zancanelli:
This animal has Theresa, and you're just standing there!

Lloyd Lowery:
Please, just take a breath, right now you are literally not thinking, alright. Your adrenal glands are working overtime, your heart's sending it to lose the blood to your brain. [Ray grabs Lloyd by the collar] Ow!

Ray Zancanelli:
[Ray shoves Lloyd against the wall] This is all your fault you little college prick. You wanted to lure Damien in close. You lured him in so close that he took my kid!

Lloyd Lowery:
Dead or alive Ray! Those are the only two options is how Theresa will be the next time we see her! So please, how you act over the next few hours will determine which one of those we get. Just take a breath, and pull your sh*t together, please.

Erica Reed:
[Erica finds a clue from Damien hidden in Theresa's ID] Guys, this was hidden in Theresa's ID.

Shea Daniels:
What's it say?

Erica Reed:
Uh, I don't know, it's math.

Ray Zancanelli:
This is Damien's handwriting. [Ray hands the clue to Lloyd] What is it?

Lloyd Lowery:
Geometric functions, radians, a visual way to display angles through coordinates.

Ray Zancanelli:
He's still leaving riddles?

Lloyd Lowery:
Shh, just take a breath okay. Damien's intelligent, but his IQ tops off at like 130, I can figure this out, and he knows I can so he wants me to.

Lloyd Lowery:
Damn it!

Ray Zancanelli:
What's going on?

Lloyd Lowery:
I tracked every combination of these numbers that results in a latitude and longitude that corresponds to a land mass, but the location is in freaking Saudi Arabia.

Ray Zancanelli:
Alright do it again.

Lloyd Lowery:
Ray, it's a computer program, I put the numbers in it spits out the location, I can't change it.

Ray Zancanelli:
Do it again.

Lloyd Lowery:
Ray, I'm trying to help.

Ray Zancanelli:
I don't want your help, I want my daughter. Now cross your T's and dot your I's, and do it again.

Lloyd Lowery:
That might be it.

Julianne Simms:
Might be what?

Lloyd Lowery:
The T's and the I's, letters, the numbers might represent letter it's so simple. Instead of twenty degrees, it's the twentieth letter of the alphabet, T.

[Lloyd continues figuring out the clue]

Shea Daniels:
If you figure this out I'll finally admit you're a genius.

[Lloyd suddenly stands up with a horrified look on his face]

Ray Zancanelli:
What, what is it?

Erica Reed:
T.M. Ganaway. What's that?

[Lloyd remains silent looking down at the peice of paper]

Ray Zancanelli:
Come on Lloyd, my daughter has less than two hours, what is it?

Lloyd Lowery:
Um, it's not an it, it's who. Tad and Mara Ganaway are the parents of the girl I wrote the prescription for, the girl who OD'd. The girl I killed

Lloyd Lowery:
Ray, in here, please. [Lloyd takes Ray to the back room] I have to kill Max.

Ray Zancanelli:
You can't. You know you can't.

Lloyd Lowery:
Look, Damien wanted to bring me down, okay, he did. It worked. 'Cause I'm standing here telling you I will kill this man, I will say I did it on my own. I will get life without parole, but Theresa will live, this is our only option.

Ray Zancanelli:
Even if you kill him, he's not gonna let her go. He's gonna kill her just like he killed that girl when you beat him at cards.

Lloyd Lowery:
No. That was all just a warm up for this. Okay, in order for him to get the full satisfaction of kicking me all the way over the edge, he needs to feel superior, while I become the animal. If I do this, he will let Theresa go, I know it. If I don't, Theresa will die.

Ray Zancanelli:
You like Floyd Patterson?

Shea Daniels:
Man could box.

Ray Zancanelli:
How 'bout Tyson?

Shea Daniels:
Man could hit.

Ray Zancanelli:
Both trained by Gus D'Amato. Suck it.

Shea Daniels:
Those who can't do; teach.

Lloyd Lowery:
When I started this case, I thought I was gonna get some great insight into why you are the way you are. A look into a complex psyche. A glimpse into the neurological map of a mad man that could show some light on some bigger truths that could maybe help other sick people one day. As I got close and personal with you and your handiwork, I found the truth. It's a small one though. As unexciting as it may sound, some machines just come out of the factory broken. You're a broken machine.

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
[after Lowery has left the room] No sh*t.

Lloyd Lowery:
[Ray, Charlie, and Lloyd walk through nursing home] Why couldn't I wait in the lobby with Shea and Erica?

Ray Zancanelli:
'Cause you're a doctor, you speak hospital talk.

Lloyd Lowery:
This is not a hospital, okay, this is a pick up bar for the Grimm Reaper, and everybody's putting out, alright. You guys, I'm totally putting my mom into one of these places.

Susan Dannon:
I still can't believe the news about Wayne and Rod.

Ray Zancanelli:
Any information you have on them, even if you think it's minor, could be important.

Susan Dannon:
Well I really didn't know them that well. They were fine workers, but they quit, job just wasn't the right fit.

Lloyd Lowery:
Mmm, that's a lie.

Susan Dannon:
Excuse me?

Lloyd Lowery:
The work up we did on both these guys shows a failure to graduate high school and very limited work experience. So scrubbing bed pans and changing sheets was about the best they could hope for. There's no way they quit because it didn't fit.

Susan Dannon:
[Begins backing up] I won't stand here and be called a liar.

Lloyd Lowery:
Okay, liar. But you just backed u a bit when you said that. It's a physical avoidance marker, it's a sign of someone who's not telling the truth.

Erica Reed:
Okay, well we got one. That should appease Wendell for a bit right?

Lloyd Lowery:
We got one out of five, Erica. Twenty percent success rate isn't going to save our jobs.

Erica Reed:
Your job.

Lloyd Lowery:
Are they serving alcohol here, because you must be shat faced if you think they would dump me.