Fled Page #2

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.

They wanted Dodge out there.

- Why would they want him out there?

- I don't know.

They've been tryin' to question him

since we had him in lockup.

You got to believe me, Gib.

I had no idea this was gonna happen.

Attention all units. Suspects spotted...

There. Schiller's closin' in on 'em now.

- Stop the car.

- What?

Stop the goddamn car!

- Come on!

- Hold up.

- What's the problem?

- You're draggin' me like a rag doll.

You almost ripped my arm off

twice back there. Sh*t.

- We gotta get into a rhythm.

- What the f*** you know about rhythm?

- I'm a foster child, raised by the state.

- What's your point?

There was this caretaker who was

like a father to me. His name was Titus.

He taught me that everybody

lives their life according to a rhythm.

You make love to a rhythm.

Your heart beats to a rhythm.

If we're gonna run together,

we gotta get into the same rhythm.

I got your rhythm, convict.

If we hurry, we can get you back

in time for evenin' chow.

Goddamn.

Something's down there. Check it out.

Wait! Look.

- In there?

- Yeah. Let's go.

- How do we get to the state line?

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