Fled

Have you ever witnessed

Frank Mantajano kill anyone?

I've heard about it,

but it's not an everyday occurrence.

- Have you witnessed him kill anyone?

- People say things. You pick up on it.

It gets around the block.

Have you ever witnessed Frank

Mantajano in any kind of illegal activity?

Have you ever witnessed him

in any kind of illegal activity?

Again, as far as I'm concerned,

the guy did right by me.

- Who hired you?

- I would assume it's Frank.

- How long have you worked for him?

- We ran together in younger days.

- How long have you worked for him?

- We dated the same girl.

We had the same friends on the streets.

That kind of stuff. Things happen.

Somebody ordered a takeout.

Good night.

Your answers have to come faster.

This is a federal case.

You've got to have your ducks in a row

if we're gonna nail Frank Mantajano. OK?

- Can we take a break? I'm hungry.

- OK.

But remember, you're gonna be

on the stand for hours at a time.

You've got to watch your body language,

your facial expressions, your posture.

To be effective, the committee

has to like you. Get it?

I got it.

- Got any Szechwan chicken over there?

- Could you get him some chicken?

Mr Paine, does the Attorney General's

office have any final remarks?

May I remind the committee that Frank

Mantajano is an execrable criminal,

moving Cuban organized crime

into America.

I object to that characterization

of my client.

The Attorney General's office is making

accusations, disguising them as truth.

The fact is, my client

has never been convicted of any crime.

- But he will be, Mr Foster.

- That's enough, gentlemen.

This committee will stand in recess

until 10am Monday,

at which time I hope that the Attorney

General's office will have evidence

to back up their accusations.

- I'll produce it all right.

- Good. We're adjourned.

Our witness is dead.

My witness is dead?

- Mantajano's people got to him.

- He was in a safe house. How?

Some Cuban delivered him

a carton of Chinese food full of C-4.

I just told the Committee on Organized

Crime and 60 million TV viewers

that I would produce a witness

in 72 hours.

I understand,

but what are we going to do about it?

"We"? As a federal marshal,

you are directly responsible

for the custody and protection

of all witnesses.

So the problem is,

you got my witness killed.

You do something about it

by Monday morning

or start thinking about

an early retirement.

Sweet little kitty.

Got them virgin hands.

Cute little kitty cat like you

ain't supposed to be shovellin' ditches.

This here is man's work.

Hey, b*tch, are you listenin' to me?

You know, I'm lookin' for a little p*ssy

like you to keep me warm at night.

Now that's using your head. Come on!

Don't you think he's had enough, convict?

You been here one day.

You wanna fight everybody?

- I ain't supposed to be here.

- Ain't nobody supposed to be here.

Break it up!

Get your big ass out of the way.

- Causin' problems already, Piper?

- I had nothin' to do with it.

- It's true.

- Shut up, Dodge.

- Wait a minute.

- I said shut the f*** up!

You guys need an attitude adjustment.

I got just the thing for you.

All right, Kevin.

Kinda like a wedding ring.

I now pronounce you

convict... and convict.

Now get the f*** on the bus.

You move when I say you move.

Right.

Come on.

- Should we break it up now?

- No.

Just keep a lookout

and watch for my signal.

Gimme the keys to the bus.

- What's goin' on?

- How should I know?

Radio for help.

- Let's go.

- I'm not goin' anywhere.

You move when I say you move!

Here, p*ssy, p*ssy...

Let's get outta here.

- Anything else, Gib?

- I ain't got nowhere to put it, honey.

- Hey, Gib.

- What's goin' on, Sandra?

You. Lieutenant Clark says meet him

at Gwinnett County Detention Center.

- He say why?

- Nope, but he's waitin' on ya.

How are the ribs today?

Same as they were yesterday,

and the day before, and the day before.

- I'll see ya.

- See ya, Gib.

Get me a half a slab of rib

- and a peach cobbler.

- You got it.

- Hey, Gib.

- Afternoon, Warden. What's up?

Prison break.

- Who fled?

- There's three of 'em took off.

Paul Milliner, Charles Piper

and some kid named Dodge.

Dodge? That explains why

the Lieutenant called me out here.

I busted him about nine months back.

- What's he done now?

- From what we can gather,

Piper and Dodge got into a brawl,

distracting the guard,

and this f*** Milliner

grabbed Kevin's gun.

The three of 'em started shootin'. They

killed Kevin, Bailey and two other guards.

- Dodge killed someone?

- Afternoon, Gibson. Warden Nichols.

This is Marshal Schiller,

Attorney General's office.

Welcome to the land

of CNN and Coca-Cola.

We don't want to be on CNN and...

...hope not to get too thirsty

capturing these fugitives.

The Marshal will head the manhunt.

Since you arrested Dodge,

you can give Schiller a jump-start

on where to look for these boys.

He's probably headin' back to Atlanta,

about 30 miles from here.

If we put out an all-points and local news

profiles, we should have 'em by nightfall.

Let me talk to you for a minute, Matthew.

This guy Schiller is no regular cop. He

was sent by the Attorney General's office.

They want a press blackout on this.

- We do want to catch these boys, right?

- Damn right.

But we don't want police reports

all over the six o'clock news.

So I'm supposed to play Seeing Eye dog

to the Attorney General's trigger man

without askin' what, when or why.

My job is to make sure you give

these boys what they need. Are we clear?

- Yeah. We're clear.

- Good.

Now let's get Marshal Schiller

on these fugitives' trail.

Right.

Hold up a second.

Sh*t. What are you doing?

Sh*t.

Are you done?

Not unless you wanna

wipe it off for me, convict.

Let's go.

If we position ourselves here,

they'll be cornered.

If we do that, we leave this whole area

along the river open to the city.

I've been doing this ten years.

They're headed for the border.

They want to leave Georgia

as fast as possible.

- Why do you think they're all together?

- Let's mount up and move out.

You heard the man. Let's do it.

Never seen nothin' like it in 20 years.

What's a US marshal

like Schiller doin' here

on a local manhunt

for some minor criminal?

These guys shot up a whole road crew.

They should be shot for what they done.

- I'm not sure they done anything.

- What is that supposed to mean?

I brought Dodge in for hackin' into

some telephone computer system.

They only gave him 18 months. He's

served nine. Why would he break out?

All I know is he left a good friend of mine

dead out on that road.

That's my point. What was Dodge

doin' there in the first place?

Just a prison ordinance.

A routine directive.

You make the directives, Dale.

Road crews, chain gangs, are reserved

for felons with

five-year sentences or more.

So what was Dodge doin' on that road?

We got a call

from the Attorney General's office.

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