Harvey Guillén

So he does what desperate men do when backed into a corner.

He takes a massive gamble.

It's May 13, 1992, a Friday.

Stephen steals a set of civilian clothes from the intake area where new prisoners surrender their belongings before being processed.

Red sweatpants and a tie-dye t-shirt.

Not exactly subtle, but they'll do.

He also grabs a walkie-talkie from the medical bay.

Stephen clips the walkie-talkie to his belt, walks to the front gate, and taps.

The guard barely glances before opening the door.

Steve just waltzes out of jail, dressed like he's headed to a Grateful Dead concert all because he had a walkie-talkie and a lot of confidence.

Steven finds a payphone and calls Jimmy.

Uh, I got out of jail early.

Meet me at the Miami airport tomorrow morning.

Sounds so romantic, right?

Except when Jimmy lands, Stephen's like, um, so, funny thing, I lied.

I actually escaped and we need to leave the country now.

Before Jimmy can process this information, they're at the counter buying tickets

to Mexico City.

But here's the problem.

Jimmy's really close with his mom, which is normally a green flag, but not when you're fleeing the country.