Fled Page #7

any friends mouthin' off.

Well, I'm not tryin' to make any friends.

I'm tryin' to do my job.

Oh, yeah? What job might that be?

Say, where are you goin'?

Let me talk to you for a second.

Why do you think the Attorney General

and a US marshal are involved in this?

They're following orders from superiors -

which you can't seem to do.

Would you listen for a sec?

Warden Nichols said the Attorney General

had Dodge placed on that road crew.

Plus, Dodge hacked into Brigantine

International's computer system.

- Why don't we have a record of it?

- Because the key stockholder

is a Frank Mantajano, who is currently

under indictment by the Attorney General.

So?

So whatever Dodge discovered

inside their computer system,

they wanna keep it secret.

Great police work. Maybe I can

get you assigned to the Hoffa case next!

Henry!

Are you outta your f***in' mind?

Blanks. Found 'em on the road

where Dodge escaped. Police issue.

It's all right. It's OK.

Listen. I don't have all the pieces

to the puzzle yet, but just think about it.

Dodge makes off with $25 million

of Mantajano's money

and the corporation

doesn't press charges.

This is evidence. Did you tell Schiller?

My guess is he knows. He had Dodge

put on that road so he'd run.

But things went sour. People died.

So Schiller wants this out of the press.

- What the hell does that prove?

- What it proves, right,

is that Dodge has something big

on Mantajano

and the Attorney General wants it bad.

Now, I have got a hunch,

and I need an old friend to turn his back

for 24 hours so I can play it out.

OK, you got 24 hours. Not a minute more.

And, Matthew,

you f*** this up,

friend or no friend, it's your ass.

I know, Henry. Believe me, I know.

So where'd you meet your husband?

Well...

I was sneaking across the border

and he caught me.

So he deported me back to Mexico.

But he asked me for my phone number.

So first, he started calling.

Then visiting.

Then we fell in love and got married.

And he brought me to the States.

First to California.

And then we moved to Atlanta, Georgia.

And then what happened?

He left me.

So, I was stuck here with no money...

...no friends, no family... and no job.

- So what'd you do?

- I cried.

I cried for a long time.

Then I got my sh*t together.

My mother had taught me how to cook.

So that's what I do.

- You work in a restaurant?

- No. I'm self-employed. I'm a caterer.

I make my own tortillas

and all the sauces.

That's my speciality - a mole.

- What's mole?

- You wanna try some?

Nothin' like real soap

to get that prison stench off you.

You oughta try some.

So, did you ask her?

- Ask her what?

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