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into a dummy company I had set up.

I wrote a corporate cheque to a friend.

He closed the account, gave me the cash.

Very smooth.

So who's your friend?

- You writin' a book?

- I wanna know who's sharin' my money.

Everything was planned, sir.

I can't control it if some convict

starts shootin' up the road crew.

He won't be shootin' anybody else.

The most important thing is

Dodge is on the move and we are on him.

The locals have no idea what's goin' on.

Politicians put a lot of pressure

on you with this, huh?

- You mean the Attorney General's office.

- Right.

- Who said I was talkin' to them?

- You just did.

- You think you're pretty smart, don't you?

- Nope. Just average for a country boy.

- Did you notify the fugitive's next of kin?

- They're not a priority on my list.

What exactly is a priority on your list?

Bringing these fugitives to justice.

My hunch is

they're more pawns than fugitives.

It seems to me your hunches are more

like a Hardy Boys mystery than real life.

And I think that

you are spittin' in the wind.

And you know what they say

about spittin' in the wind.

It can blow back in your face.

- Come on. Hurry up, man.

- I'm fixing him so he won't fall over.

Pop the brake.

- Come on, before somebody sees us.

- All right. Ready? One, two, three.

Push.

Sh*t!

What the hell's wrong with you, kid?

You almost got yourself killed.

Forget that. Why do you guys

have those chains on?

Go on, beat it. You bother me.

- Son of a b*tch. They did it!

- What?

They built a recreational centre

and a playground.

- Who?

- Brigantine International.

- That's who I hit for the $25 million.

- You said five, you lyin' SOB.

When I was in their computer system,

I hit 'em for 25.

But I only kept five.

I gave 20 to charity. Like this.

Sh*t! That's nice, Robin Hood,

but we gotta fled. Come on.

Don't do anything stupid!

- It's OK. Just drive.

- Look, guys.

I have groceries in the back

and about $20.

- Take it and get out.

- You don't tell us. We tell you.

Come on. Put that away. All right?

We don't want your money or your car.

We just want a ride.

- Let's go! Drive.

- All right. All right.

- Where to?

- I don't know.

- Where do you live?

- Three blocks that way.

- OK. We'll go there.

- My house?

- Let's go!

- All right, all right!

But I'm warning you, it's messy.

- Excuse me.

- Hi.

- Workin' hard as usual, Jocelyn?

- Well, not as usual.

And what are you doin' here?

Got a problem with your insurance?

No. I'm here tryin' to figure something out.

- What are you tryin' to figure out?

- Well, I busted this kid, name of Dodge,

for hackin' into

a telephone company's computer system.

They've also listed a bunch of

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