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are just disappeared.

And you want him

to go in and test it?

Maybe it's time

for me to interject

into the conversation

that they have offered

double your standard fee, that's

five mil, right? In advance.

So you like this?

Look, I'm a numbers guy.

You're the artist, Ray.

From a financial standpoint, I like it.

Yes, I like it very much.

Beyond the money,

Mr. Breslin,

the people that are

sent to this place

should not be allowed out

into the real world.

Every one of them is a potential

game changer. For the worse.

All right.

Guidelines?

The usual. Full work. Alias. Cover story.

Contact. Evac number. Right?

Well, the only difference is to fully

test the security of the system

it's essential that none of you

know the location

of the incarceration.

Will that present a problem?

Yes. Yes, it would.

When do we start?

We just did.

You and your new identity will

be picked up from this location

by private contractors

24 hours from now.

I don't like this.

And you don't like her.

Um, don't flatter yourself.

We're going against

every protocol and guideline

that you yourself

have insisted on

every single time

that you've gone in.

And I don't like her.

You're right. There's nothing

to like about any of it.

Then why do it? Because

he's ambitious and greedy.

You say that like

it's a bad thing.

Profile.

Name, Anthony Portos.

Born Madrid.

Mother died when you were 13.

Raised by your

father in the U.S.

You were suspected of manufacturing

bombs that have been used

in a dozen political bombings

across Europe and South America

for the last 10 years.

Contact on site?

Warden's name is Roger Marsh.

Evacuation code?

3-1-0-2-7-5.

All right. Let's do it.

Tag him.

No. I don't need this.

Really.

Yeah, you do.

It's non-negotiable.

You think I'm

letting you go in cold?

This gets old.

Man the f*** up.

Try it some time.

Sounds good, boss man.

Any time you want to retire...

I've been taking' notes.

I'm ready to step up.

Where am I gonna find another

techno-thug as gifted as you?

Freak of nature.

Yeah, very rare.

There you are, baby.

Transponder's good.

It's like having me

right on your shoulder.

Where else?

Hey, don't forget

to write us. All right?

Ah.

Sh*t!

Hold it!

Put him to sleep.

Prisoner 7458.

Anthony Portos.

Welcome to the International

Detainee Unit intake.

I'm Warden Hobbes.

Hobbes.

Where's Warden Marsh?

There is no Warden Marsh.

What, am I disoriented?

Is that it?

I guess that must be it.

And I didn't see a man killed

on a transport helicopter

and thrown out either, right?

Mr. Portos,

your intake is finished.

Wait!

My evacuation

code is 3-1-0-2-7-5.

Evacuation code?

Yes. Evacuation code.

Meaning you give me a number and you

walk out of here free as a bird?

No. I don't think so.

You're here now.

And you belong to me.

Your intake is finished.

Wait...

I have an evacuation code!

Anything?

Getting a ghost bounce, same as yesterday.

I can't find him.

You ran a full diagnostic

on the system?

Twice.

Run it again.

All prisoners

A-Block proceed to Babylon.

All prisoners A-Block

to proceed to Babylon.

Portos.

Everybody's days are

numbered in Babylon!

Babylon, death, death!

Hey!

Go make some friends.

You're gonna need them.

Assalam-alaikum.

Hey!

Stay down! Stay down!

New fish. We own you!

Back off!

Last time.

Back away.

Portos. Hmm.

Rottmayer.

Emil Rottmayer.

Really not much in a

hand-shaking mood right now.

Okay.

Your name.

The fourth Musketeer.

It's a good name.

Why are you in here?

Why do you care?

I used to work security for a

guy by the name of Manheim.

Victor Manheim.

Have you heard of the name?

Manheim, let me see... No.

He's a genius.

Really?

He has this habit

of taking money

from the rich

and giving it to the poor.

You've heard

that story before...

I've heard that story.

Yeah.

Now they're trying to find him.

But I'm not gonna help them.

Okay.

So f*** 'em!

Right. F*** 'em.

Portos, don't get killed.

If you say so.

Last time they killed

a guy in here,

they let his body rot

for three days. Hmm.

Oh, and they canceled

the prison dance.

Wouldn't want

to f*** up the prom.

Morning, sir.

That's another

beautiful piece, sir.

You lied to me.

I lied to you?

I'm not sure what...

No, no.

You say nothing.

What am I supposed to tell the

client about the man you killed?

That he just jumped,

like you said?

This isn't a free-for-all. We're

paid to prevent him from jumping.

And I can't get proof

of life from a dead man.

So...

You will be docked

the entire price of the asset.

The entire price of the asset

equals a month of my pay.

Then you're lucky the man you

killed was not high value.

That is all, Drake.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Hey, Portos! Look at this.

There's no sunrise, no sunset, but

still they pray all the time.

Don't you find

that interesting?

Not really.

You look like the kind of a guy

that finds things interesting.

You've done time before?

Allahu Akbar.

Why all the questions?

That's how I learn things.

You really ought

to study somebody else.

Portos!!

What?

Need a favor?

The favor man.

For a man who is

not interested,

you're doing a lot of looking.

What do you need?

I need to get into

the isolation area.

No, you really don't.

Yeah, I really do.

Call it a favor.

Okay?

Okay.

Good. Ah!

That's a favor?

Sometimes favors hurt.

Really?

Come on.

Okay.

Let's see what you can do.

All right.

You hit like a vegetarian.

Do I? You can do

better than that.

Come on.

All right.

Let's see it.

Try this.

Hurt?

That was good.

Look what's coming!

Relax. It's pretend.

Guess boys will be boys.

That's enough.

Ah!

Ah!

Put them

in the box! Now!

You can thank me later.

They knew he was tagged.

Of course they knew. Who do

you think these guys are?

What do you think,

they're a bunch of

yahoos from one of

those BOP facilities?

This is the shadow world. These

guys, they invented this sh*t.

Why do you think

they pay us all that money?

Remember what

the guidelines were.

What the f*** are you talking about?

There are no guidelines.

Now, you call that CIA b*tch.

Hush...

Motherf***er.

All right.

I'll make the call.

Abigail, you got to keep him

away from me, all right?

Give me your arm.

You'll live.

How does a doctor work

in a place like this?

Would you prefer

there wasn't a doctor here?

Where is "here"?

Hey, Doc, let's wrap it up.

Doc...

What did he ask you?

He...

Wanted to know

how his dehydration

compared

to the other detainees.

And what did you tell him?

I don't care.

That's what I told him.

Get him out of there.

Did you find what you were

looking for in the box?

All prisoners

back to their cells.

All prisoners

back to their cells.

Who were you before you

came in here, Portos?

You're always watching the room,

always watching everything.

Are you asking

what I used to do?

Yeah.

I'll tell you,

but I need a little favor.

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