(panting)
U.S. Marshals! Stop!
(horn honks, tires squealing)
U.S. Marshals! Freeze!
You're only making things worse!
(woman screams, people gasping)
Watch it.
JIMMY: Got eyes on him. Gotcha, Snake.
(siren wails)
(siren stops)
Boots. Jimmy, go around that way.
Headed north on Valcrest.
Where's the copter, Luke?
LUKE: Got a visual on Annie.
Got him locked in. He's going up the fire escape.
I got him.
Go, go, go!
Luke's got eyes.
Damn, he's fast.
Just entered the building through a window.
East side, fifth floor.
Got it. Take me around.
Son of a bitch.
(grunting)
LUKE: Annie didn't make the jump.
Hang on. I got you. Here.
(grunting)
LUKE: Way to go, Jimmy.
Suspect's heading west on the rooftop.
(grunting)
You'd charge hell with a cold bucket
of ice water, Annie Frost.
We got him, huh?
Son of a bitch.
Tore up my heel on your damn face.
(grunting)
(handcuffs clicking)
Let's go. Let's go home.
Romance at Sea?
Natalie wants to take me on a cruise
for my birthday. How about that, huh?
Oh, you're gonna love the waterslides and the buffets.
Shut up.
What's wrong with a cruise?
'Cause it'll give you
plenty of time to talk.
Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
(both laugh) DAISY: This is Texas.
You know you can find another pair.
Thank you, Daisy. I'm fixing the ones I have.
You're cobbling.
Cobbling? Cobbling.
Like a cobbler.
MARCO: Someone say cobbler?
I love cobbler.
Our boy, Snake, has been talking.
He's got a lead.
Turns out the guy's from Calgary,
the Great White North.
Home of the McDougall Centre and the Statue of Horses.
Marco, the story we care about, please.
He deals his meth out of Seven Trails.
That honky-tonk at Fairview?
Yeah, yeah. There's a woman
who's been coming in every night this week.
He thinks it's Karen Nelson,
a fugitive who was all over the Canadian news last year.
She robbed her husband's bank and shot him
when he found out.
What the hell does this guy want?
He's been following us the whole way.
Hmm. Well, you are driving like an old lady.
Yeah, so you don't mess up your lipstick.
Mm. What do you think?
(loud music playing on radio) Creep.
He is cute.
Grab a coin.
BOTH: For better or worse, I'll be there first.
Heads.
Tails. You lose.
You ready?
(knocking)
Can I help you?
Hi. Yes, we just want to take a minute of your time.
Oh, what are you girls selling? Avon? Mary Kay?
Call Vincent!
How do you know my husband's name?
(screaming) Mom! Leave her alone!
WOMAN: Shut up. Now!
I said, call him.
You just do what she says, all right?
First degree murder.
Makes an impression.
Mounties are requesting a discreet locate.
Discreet locate?
Thanks, Luke. Feels great
not to be the green bean around here anymore.
ANNIE: Discreet locate means
we have to make the I.D.,
we pass along that information to Calgary, and
they issue the provisional warrant.
Every night this week, huh?
Said she parties pretty hard with a friend of hers.
Well, if it's Karen Nelson, the hard part's gonna be waiting
for the paperwork to come back
before we can grab her.
If it's Karen Nelson,
she picked the wrong place to hide.
♪ ♪
(metal detector squeaking and whirring)
(squeaking)
Any sign of Karen Nelson?
All the windows are blacked out.
You can't see anything.
We're gonna have to send somebody in there
to see if Karen's hitting this old honky-tonk tonight.
Any ideas, Jimmy?
Sure, I mean, if she's in there, I don't want to spook her.
You know what?
This might require a little bit of our manly charm.
ANNIE: All right.
All right, boys, get in there and work your magic.
Yes, ma'am. Luke, shall we?
Hold up. Luke, Luke, Luke.
You can't take your gun in.
The bouncer's been wanding everybody at the door.
Can't we just tell the bouncer who we are?
It's too risky.
Source said Karen Nelson's
been coming here almost every night.
Bouncer might know her and tip her off.
And if she burns us, she could run.
And we can't stop her
without getting that warrant from Canada first.
Our backup is outside.
If anything goes down, we call Annie or Daisy,
and they roll in.
Got it.
All right, come on.
I'm gonna teach you a little something.
Take it easy in there, lady killers.
(chuckling)
♪ ♪
(wand chirping)
♪ ♪
That's definitely Karen Nelson.
Black hair, about five, six.
She sure is pretty.
So's her friend.
You feeling photogenic tonight?
You're getting married tomorrow, you understand?
Excuse me, ladies.
Sorry. It's just, he's getting married tomorrow,
and I just want to take a shot of him.
Just give him a peck on each side, if you don't mind, ladies.
One, two, three.
Boom. Beautiful.
Thank you so much. Good night.
I get one, too?
I little bit of something for me? I like it.
Excuse me, ladies?
I'm sorry to interrupt.
Come on, man, all right? Enough...
Just relax. My friend's getting married tomorrow,
and I'm putting a little scrapbook together.
You wouldn't mind giving him a kiss
on the side of his cheek while I take a shot,
would you, darling? I'm gonna pass. Thanks.
Really? Come on now. I'll do it.
Oh, yeah? Mm-hmm.
All right, come here.
Stand there.
Excuse me. (laughs)
Oh, your muscles are huge.
Yeah, my workout's pretty sick. (laughs)
Just a little bit to the right.
I want that sign in there.
One, two.
(laughing) Thank you so much.
Mm-hmm. You guys have a wonderful evening.
I really appreciate it.
Wait. No, no, don't go,
'cause
girls are treating tonight.
No, they're not. Really?
What did you say your name was?
She didn't, 'cause we're going.
You said we could celebrate. No...
God!
Now that is how you do it, son.
Come here.
Open that up.
Prints just in case.
Call Annie.
Hey, Boots?
Two birds just flew the coop.
Let's get HPD to tail 'em, huh?
All right.
Hey, Luke?
Yeah.
I think we're gonna have to crop this
before we send it up to Canada.
(laughter)
I can't believe
Karen Nelson shot her husband between the eyes.
She just looked like,
you know, a regular girl.
You never really
know a person until you see their wanted poster, Luke.
I cannot believe
we are still waiting on a piece of paper from Canada.
Who needs Canada? Karen Nelson's
been busy committing crimes
right here in the U.S. of A.
So, we don't have to wait for the warrant?
Prints you lifted off her beer match ones from a bank job
in Houston today.
Lady's got a thing for banks.
MARCO: Ladies.
Plural. Second set of prints
matched Karen's friend at the bar.
I couldn't find her name in any database, though.
They kidnapped a bank teller's wife
and eight-year-old son at their house.
MARCO: Let the wife and the kid go once they had the money.
Not before smacking them around pretty good.
Gave the wife 12 stitches and a concussion.
Made off with 14 grand.
That explains why they were celebrating.
And why Karen was in such a rush to get out of there
when her friend flashed the cash.
DAISY: Surveillance unit followed them
to an apartment on Willard Street.
They pulled into the garage
in a Mustang and haven't left since.
All right, tell them to hang tight.
We're on our way.
Take your A-game. Karen whacked
the last guy who got in the way, all right?
Let's go hunting.
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Whoa! Not so fast, Luke.
You'll get the long arms
when you've been here for more than a week
and we've done the tactical quals together.
Meantime, you can use this.
All right.
Building manager confirmed
the woman matching Karen's
photo rents 3B.
Goes by Karen Gordon.
No one else on the lease.
All right, let's ride.
Kitchen's clear! One up!
One up.
Bedroom's clear.
How the hell did they get past HPD?
Let's find out.
Someone's got a sweet tooth.
It's a lollipop.
I guess we know
who that belongs to.
Clothes are mostly gone.
It's just a few empty shoeboxes.
Six-inch Candie's heels.
These other ones are brown boots.
Taste runs the fashion gamut.
These are two different sizes.
Two different razors in the shower.
Two different women.
Karen Nelson and friend
must have both been living here together.
ANNIE: Oh. We got a pyro in our midst?
Doesn't burn like real hair.
It's synthetic.
They covering cosmetology at the academy now?
(laughs)
I knew someone.
Who was sick.
Yeah.
A wig would explain how they got past surveillance.
These two are shape-shifters.
It's gonna be hard to find them.
That's why God created the U.S. Marshals.
DAISY: Couple guys in a Honda.
Older woman in a minivan.
That's her. The wig.
The cops said they drove back from the bar in a Mustang.
That's the car that they used during the robbery.
A blue minivan.
I'll put out a BOLO on Karen and the car.
Time code shows them leaving
three hours ago.
Yeah. Before we had the I.D. or the info on the minivan.
So where's the friend?
Probably lying on the floor.
They left the Mustang behind?
Already searched it.
Found a set of keys under the mat.
A peach?
Maybe she's from Georgia.
I just opened my door to those two women.
My son Quinn was at home with me.
They could have done anything.
I'm sorry. She had a gun.
There was nothing I could do.
Karen Nelson.
She was the one holding the gun?
Yes, the brunette.
She knew my husband Vincent's name.
She made me call him at work.
And he's a bank teller? Yes.
They told him to put the money in a bag
and leave it in a Dumpster
behind the Kroger's near our house.
They tied Quinn and me up,
and took us with them,
made us lie on the floor in the back of the car,
and let us go when they had the money.
I guess we were, uh, collateral.
Did Karen Nelson ever call her friend by name?
No.
The only thing they said was,
"For better or worse, I'll be there first."
They said it at the same time after we got to the parking lot.
"For better or worse, I'll be there first"?
Do you know what they meant by that?
They flipped a coin after they said it.
It sounded like the loser had to go get the money
from where my husband left it.
And who lost the coin toss?
Karen.
The other one seemed like she was
just along for the ride.
But Karen...
she was the one calling all the shots.
Listen to me, Don.
Take the money that's in your drawer, and put it in a bag.
Now, don't get any cash from the bottom pile.
If any of the bills are marked,
you're never going to see your wife or kid again.
Take the bag,
and drive to the abandoned restaurant on Route 18.
There are some bales of hay in the back.
Put the bag in front of it,
and get the hell out of there.
I'm not screwing around here, Don.
So don't you screw around, either.
Trust me, it won't work out well for anybody.
Oh...
You don't need to be scared, sweetie.
I know she seems mean right now.
But she is not really gonna
kill anybody.
She's a good person.
You know?
Deep down.
All right, so I'm Karen Nelson. From Calgary.
My mother died when I was eight.
My father spent most of his time on the road.
I learned how to take care of myself.
Find a friend. No, it's more like a sidekick.
Karen was definitely running the show in the bar.
Same with the robbery... Karen's the one that did the talking,
held the gun. Mm.
The blonde, that's a Texas girl right there.
Her accent and the way she was speaking.
"For better or worse, I'll be there first."
Is that something that girl would say?
Not any girls I know.
The kid and the mom were hidden
on the floor in the back.
And the kid saw 'em
flip a coin and say it.
The loser had to run out and get the cash.
MARCO: I did some digging.
I found two robbery/kidnappings that match the M.O.
of the one in Houston.
Tulsa in July, and Baton Rouge in August.
They're targeting tellers with families
who work at small regional banks.
Small banks, small security...
Small scores that would attract less attention.
We're dealing with two women working together as a team.
Figure out what the connect is,
we figure out where they're going.
So help us out, ladies.
What do you mean, 'cause we're girls?
Yeah, two beautiful women running around with guns.
What do you all know about that?
This is a safe place.
You can tell us what girlfriends do together.
Girlfriends?
Like Taylor and Miley?
Manicures and pedicures?
It's called a mani/pedi. That's what Natalie calls it.
Mani/pedi, yeah. Oh, you know.
Daisy, let's get out of here.
Oh, we going to do a little shoe shopping?
It's the Splendora Motel.
I tracked down Karen Nelson's dad.
Got HPD sitting on him. Mani/pedi?
Me and Marco are going to go get one.
Yeah. He needs one
for his ugly-ass feet.
Marshal's just got here. She's going in now.
(door opens) ANNIE: Mr. Nelson,
Annie Frost, U.S. Marshals.
The air-conditioning's busted.
Hotter than hell.
It wasn't easy... finding you.
Is this the best you can do?
I thought we'd keep things simple.
Just as well.
I quit drinking six years ago.
I did some things under the influence, but you probably
know about that.
Yeah, I probably do.
Yeah.
Have you seen her?
Karen? No.
You just happen
to be in Texas. Do you see that rig out there?
I come to Texas once a week.
From Calgary to Houston and back again.
You chose that route for a reason.
You're looking for her.
You know all this...
...now who she is now, I think it's probably my fault.
She didn't have anyone to look after her.
Learn to look out for yourself.
You know what that does to a girl?
You end up on one side of the law or the other.
You remind me of her.
Yeah, you remind me of someone, too.
(clearing throat)
You hear from her, you let me know.
Hey, Annie...
(indistinct radio transmission)
Do you think a person deserves a second chance?
What do you think?
Where the hell is the money?
(tires squealing)
KAREN: He better have it with him.
For better or worse...
BOTH: I'll be there first.
Tails.
Tails. You win.
I'm gonna be a minute.
Just hurry up.
Where's my wife and daughter?
Are they in that car? Is that my wife in that car?
Where's the money, jerkoff?
WOMAN: Just give her the money! I'm coming!
Get away from the car!
(woman screaming)
DAISY: So what's the deal with Karen's dad?
Her dad beat Karen's mom until she killed herself.
Karen found her body.
Well, that explains
her general disregard for stable families.
How's the friend fit in?
I got to tell you, Annie,
all my friends are guys.
I grew up with five older brothers.
I don't even have pierced ears.
Two years we've worked together and I didn't know that?
I have small ears.
No, the brothers.
Oh. (laughs)
Uh, I don't know. I never said, you never asked.
Five?
Yeah. My parents kept having kids,
until they finally had a girl.
They put me through a lot of bows, a lot of dresses
a lot of tutus.
Sorry, Mom and Dad. (chuckles)
Ask me something.
What, are we getting to know each other here?
Yeah, let's give it a shot.
All right. Um, what's your... what's your middle name?
All right, that was stupid.
Um... Nolan.
Nolan?
(laughing)
Nolan? Yeah.
What, was your dad into baseball?
(phone ringing)
Daisy Ogbaa.
Yeah.
Karen and her friend just hit another family in Carlsbad.
Killed a man in front of his wife when he tried to play hero.
They're escalating.
Carlsbad P.D. has the city locked down.
They try to leave, we'll know about it. Maybe, maybe not.
Two pretty women...
they're going to want to help them out, not turn them in.
Let's get ourselves to Carlsbad.
Dang.
Yeah, all right, all right.
I gotta go, I gotta go. Bye.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm making sure we have a bed tonight.
Like you said.
Quit goofing around.
We got to get out of here. All right!
KAREN: You sure this is all?
Because my sister really had her heart set on the red one.
Listen, ladies,
if I could turn myself into a red convertible,
I would.
Right. Well, why don't you look on your computer
and find one in another office.
Then you can take us.
A little road trip.
You know, in one of those courtesy vans.
Yeah. Sure.
I could do that.
It's right over there.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Annie. Called every rental car place
in town, and a guy went missing with a courtesy van
about an hour ago.
Told his coworkers he was driving two gals to the Artesia office,
and if he didn't come back, not to come looking.
Courtesy van got LoJack in it?
They located it in Roswell.
And this came for you in Houston.
Annie?
Got a helicopter waiting... we're 20 minutes out.
I just hope they're still there.
Come on, you got to eat something.
Why are you mad at me?
I told you, we're not touching that money.
We finally have enough
and I'm not going to let you mess it up.
Enough for what?
You never even asked me what I wanted to do.
If you want freedom, you have to be smart;
fly under the radar.
How are we supposed to do that now that we're killing people?
You have to trust me.
I know what I'm doing. I'm doing it for us.
Hmm?
Can I have a dollar to buy some candy?
You made me give mine to the stupid courtesy van driver.
(chuckles)
(van door opens)
(door closes)
(engine starts)
Where the hell are you going?
So, we've got confirmation that the targets are driving
a burgundy courtesy van,
New Mexico plates SD7-6RF.
The latest GPS coordinates from LoJack are in.
It puts us at Desert Magic Motel,
four miles from here,
Southeast Main Street.
These women recently killed a man in front of his wife.
They're escalating.
Use extreme caution in your approach.
All right? Let's ride.
I don't get it, Ivy.
Where've you been the last three months?
Oh, what difference does it make?
All right... I want to come home now.
That's why I called you.
'Cause you ran out of money...
or 'cause you love me?
I didn't run out of money.
Now can we just leave, please?
Hold on a second.
(gasps)
Ivy, what the hell are you doing here?!
I told you he was dangerous.
Well, so are you! Ivy, go get in the car.
Yeah, look what I found in his car.
He wants to turn us in.
Go get your ass in the car!
I ain't saying it again!
(gunshot)
(gasps)
MAN: Suspect vehicle recovered
at Desert Magic Motel.
Unoccupied.
Sweet tooth strikes again.
I got something you're going to want to see.
I just got a call from USMS Comm Center.
There's a live cell phone in here somewhere.
I.D.'s still in his pocket.
His name's Neil Collins, from Santa Rosa, New Mexico.
ANNIE: It's Neil's wife.
How did he know that she was here?
We dumped his cell phone records.
Ivy called him from a pay phone
at the car rental place in Carlsbad.
Tired of life on the run.
Ivy could be a hostage now.
I mean, Karen kills her husband, takes her?
The motel said the guy pulled in
in a Camaro SS. It's gone now.
They got a way of getting between a man and his vehicle.
Hey, listen up. The guy they jacked the van from
from just turned up on 285 near Artesia.
They left him in the desert with a pack of licorice.
The guy's lucky to be alive.
All right,
so we know Karen killed her husband in Calgary,
and then she headed south.
We know she was in Tulsa and Baton Rouge,
and that Ivy was with her by then.
Look what's along the way.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico. Mm-hmm.
Home of Neil and Ivy Collins.
Karen must've met Ivy while she was passing through.
JIMMY: Convinced her to hit the road for a life of crime.
DAISY: I got it. All right.
Neil used this to call the Houston number
on Karen and Ivy's wanted poster.
ANNIE: He was turning them in.
Comm Center's been on the line
ever since they got the call.
Recorded everything that happened in this room.
Poor man's surveillance.
All right, we need a copy of that recording.
Already on its way.
You know, Santa Rosa's not too far away.
Now that Neil's dead...
Could be a place for Karen and Ivy to hide.
You're driving.
NEIL (recorded): Ivy, go get in the car.
KAREN: Yeah, look what I found in his car.
He wants to turn us in.
NEIL: Go get your ass in the car! I ain't saying it again!
(gunshot, Ivy gasps)
(sighs)
He only wanted the reward money.
He doesn't love you.
I do.
I love you.
You told me that you were stuck
and that you had no job, no money of your own,
and I told you that you had choices.
And that's what I've been showing you.
But I need to know if you're in or you're out.
And if you're in, you need to be all the way in.
No more games.
You can trust me.
(softly): You know that.
But I need to know I can trust you, too.
♪ ♪
You ready?
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Kitchen's clear! One up.
Bathroom's clear.
Bedroom's clear.
You ever seen a garage this clean before?
Talk about a control freak.
Even the Sharpie's outlined in Sharpie.
Look. Guy loved his car more than his wife.
IVY (laughing): If Neil could see his stupid Camaro now!
(both laughing)
Well, well, he did tell me
if I was real good...
...one day he'd let me park it.
Stop. You're gonna make me pee my pants.
You know this is gonna hurt, right?
Want to flip again?
Two out of three?
I lost fair and square.
(groans) Do it.
Do it.
Do it!
Do it.
Found Ivy's stash of candy.
Huh, looks like she had to hide her habit.
Guess ol' Neil didn't like her sweet tooth.
Look at all this first aid stuff.
Accident-prone household.
Gladys?
What?
Gladys is my middle name.
I usually don't tell people,
but since you told me about Nolan.
All right, you want to know my real secret?
I'll show you once we get back to Houston.
It's a date.
Look how she's wearing a turtleneck.
It's the middle of summer.
Hiding her candy,
all those first aid supplies.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say
Mr. Camaro was a little rough with his lady.
Gave her a good whack every now and then.
Karen's mom was abused.
If Ivy was abused, too...
That's their connection.
Karen couldn't save her mother from her father...
She found someone she could save,
little Ivy Collins.
Look at this.
It's another peach.
Like the key chain in Houston.
It's got a Web site on it.
"Palominopeaches.com."
It's a listing of women's shelters around the world.
Must been where she went
when she needed to.
Totally safe,
totally anonymous.
Perfect hiding place.
You know what? They were last in Roswell.
I'm gonna look up women's shelters around there.
We'll get them the photos of Ivy and Karen.
Oh, thank God.
We're running for our lives!
Please, don't let them find us!
ANNIE: Okay.
We're close, Chief. 30 minutes out.
Copy that.
We got 'em.
Shelter in Flagstaff. Two women showed up
a few hours ago matching Karen and Ivy's I.D.
Chief's is texting me
the address. I'll get us there.
(both laughing)
(music begins playing)
(laughing) Stop. Stop.
You're pretty chipper for a girl
with a busted eye.
Yeah, well, you should see him.
(both chuckle)
What?! You don't have to be pathetic sad sacks
just 'cause you're here.
There's other choices.
You just gotta make 'em.
(music plays louder)
IVY: What are you doing?
Shh. They're coming. What?
How do you know? I just do.
(sniffles)
You flip it.
Heads.
You win.
Should have been you.
Thank you.
For showing me I'm not stuck.
Thank you!
(indistinct radio transmission)
Annie. Yeah?
Here's your floor plan.
A lot of women in there.
Already been hurt.
Hello?
I was talking to the woman who runs the shelter.
I heard screaming and then the phone went dead. Son of a bitch.
All right, let's go with what we got.
Grab what you can.
Go check the rest of the house.
The other one's not here.
Ivy, what are you doing?
ANNIE: Now, you didn't hurt those other people.
Karen did.
I can still help you.
I'm not listening to you.
Just... just shut up!
(Ivy panting) Tell me what you want.
Anything.
I can get it for you.
Just tell me what it is, Ivy.
Karen's gone.
But you already knew that, didn't you?
Drop the knife, Ivy.
Game's over.
For you.
Get on your knees!
Interlace your fingers behind your head!
Boots?
They planned this so Karen could get away.
Where is she, Ivy?
Get up.
Where is she?
(wry chuckle)
I wouldn't tell you if I knew.
Huh.
Son of a bitch.
No, just bitch.
Hop on in, young lady.
I'm going north.
Sure do appreciate the ride.
That was what the coin toss was about.
To see who'd turn themselves in
so the other one could get away.
What difference does it make?
Strong bond.
Sacrificing your freedom for somebody else?
(inhales sharply)
(sighs)
Those are your personal effects from when you got booked.
Open it up.
That's the coin you flipped
right before you got caught?
I don't know.
Heads.
Now turn it over.
It's a double- sided coin.
Why are you messing with me?
Ivy, I'm not the one that's messing with you.
Karen said that you could trust her.
You told her what Neil was doing to you.
She said she'd protect you.
Show you a way out.
But she wasn't protecting you.
She was controlling you... using you.
No, she loves me.
She hit you.
You traded in one abuser for... another.
You just...
didn't realize it.
For better or worse,
I'll be there first.
Where first?
Um...
Someplace she went when she was a kid.
Before her mama died.
We were gonna buy it.
With the money you stole from the banks.
It's someplace in New Mexico.
I don't know where.
I know someone who does.
U.S. Marshals!
Karen Nelson!
Put your hands in the air!
I got a visual!
Jimmy, follow me.
Karen Nelson, U.S. Marshals!
(panting)
(rocks sliding off cliffside)
(panting)
Your dad asked me to tell you he's sorry.
You saw my father?
It's time to stop running, Karen.
Annie!
(Jimmy grunting)
(grunting)
End of the road.
Nice job, Boots.
(chuckles)
We got her, huh?
Yeah, we got her good.
Come on, get up.
(grunting)
Daisy, Luke, we got her.
We're headed back down.
DAISY: So this is your real secret, huh?
Yup.
Inside my boots, I've got pretty feet.
(Daisy chuckles)
Doesn't mean I have to call it a mani/pedi, though.
(chuckles) Amen to that.
(bottles clink)
(both laughing)
So why do you wear those things
all the time anyway?
Because my dad gave them to me.
And I don't know where he is.
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