Escape Plan Page #3

F*** that.

All right, don't do it.

All right, I'm listening.

What's the favor this time?

I need a piece of metal,

about three inches wide.

Round, smooth.

Oh, no problem. I'll hit the Home

Depot, and I'll be right back. Okay?

If you get me

that piece of metal,

I might be able

to get you out of here.

Tell Hobbes I want to talk.

Interrogation,

ready for inmate.

Interrogation,

ready for inmate.

You've been here six

months now, Mr. Rottmayer.

So you know how this works.

Ten seconds.

Where is Victor Manheim?

You know, to many

people, he is a hero.

Nine seconds.

Do you have a pencil

and a piece of paper?

Eight seconds.

I could draw you a map.

Of what?

Where you could find him.

When I was a kid, I always

wanted to be an artist.

My God, you are pushing it.

Problem was, I had no talent.

Six seconds.

I tried and I

tried and I tried...

Five...

Do you ever have dreams?

Four...

Or did you always want to be...

this?

Two...

One..

Done.

Look. There.

I told you.

No talent.

The records indicate that you

are a highly intelligent man.

As such, I would have expected

you to see the situation

and understand it

for what it is.

In here, you have no control

over any part of your life,

except your breathing.

And you just

lost that privilege.

Get him down!

Keep going.

Enough.

What happened?

Nothing.

I'm still here.

Now it's your turn.

I break out of prisons

for a living.

For the past eight years,

I've been breaking out of facilities

for the Federal Bureau of Prisons.

I think Hobbes used my reports

to make this place unbreakable.

Someone wanted this place

tested, but it was a set-up.

They wanted to bury me. I don't

know who, but I'm gonna find out.

I need you to set up

another diversion.

What now?

You've got to go

back in the box.

No f***ing way.

Want to get outta here?

Okay. I'll do it.

But if I don't

get out, I kill you.

Fair enough.

A successful breakout

depends on three things,

layout, routine, and help.

But they've taken those away.

For now.

There's something under the box.

I think it's a conduit.

If it is, how do you

know where it goes?

I don't.

But I'm gonna find out.

This is good.

It's disgusting.

The mind of a man confined works

differently than someone on the outside.

He sees things different.

The architecture is vertical.

The cell blocks, Babylon,

the box, the mess...

Everything's in large

vertical compartments.

Best guess is they

built out underground

in large natural

fissures and caves.

In a vertical structure, 70/30 says

whatever's under that box goes up.

If I can get in there,

follow where it goes,

Let's say you're right.

How do we cut metal?

We don't cut.

We don't cut at all.

This place is subterranean.

There's moisture in the air.

Whoever built this place should

have used aluminum rivets

to hold those panels down,

but they used steel.

Steel rusts over time.

We apply that. We'll concentrate

the heat to those rivets

and they'll expand

and snap right the f*** off.

Concentrated heat?

Yeah, from the piece

of metal you gave me.

You expose a toothpaste-polished

piece of metal to sunlight...

Or the lamps in the box. Right.

At a hundred degrees

centigrade,

steel expands .03

cubic centimeters

and those rivets are

gonna come right off.

What?

You don't look that smart.

You don't either.

So most prisons

are built around small towns.

No matter how remote, they need

supplies and a work force.

If I can get to the surface,

I'll know what it's going to take to

get over the wall, get out of here.

But first I'm gonna need

that diversion in the box.

How much time do you need?

Three to five minutes.

No problem.

Step back.

I know you.

You don't know sh*t,

you c*nt-eater.

Now step back.

Oh, now I remember.

What?

Your mother, she was my

favorite whore in Marrakesh.

Man, she could polish a helmet!

Ah!

No!

Hey!

Ah!

You're killing me!

You're killing me!

Bringing up box four, sir.

Now, what is he up to?

Hey! Shut the f*** up,

you German dog!

Master control, please advise.

Just hold him till I get there.

I've got a camera

malfunction, box two.

Roger that.

Just reboot the system.

Sh*t!

Shut the f*** up!

Hey, Rottmayer, shut up!

Restrain and drug him, sir?

Not yet.

Lights off, box four.

Now open it.

Rough day, Mr. Rottmayer?

Let's get 'em.

Here's what you should know.

I don't care.

Sooner or later you will

tell me what I want to know.

It is inevitable.

Like dying.

But know this, there will come a

point where I don't give a sh*t

about you or whatever the f*** you

think you're doing right now.

So have a lovely day,

Mr. Rottmayer.

Emergency

personnel to level two.

Emergency personnel

to level two.

Report?

Valve breach on level two, sir.

Electrical malfunction.

Sir?

Get the assets out of there.

Open up!

Open the f***ing door!

Open the door!

Did you make it?

Yeah.

Where are we?

Where are we?

I don't know!

F***.

They froze the check.

What are we talking about here?

The payment for Ray's services.

They froze the check.

It's not frozen,

it's on hold. All right?

It's very common in

a $2.5 million transaction.

No. Common would be a week,

maybe 10 days.

This has been

way longer than that.

Jesus, Abby.

It's the federal government.

You know how they work.

Did you call that woman?

Yeah, I called.

Everything is fine.

Then where is he?

He is on the job

that he was hired to do.

So you're saying it's all good?

It's all good.

Where was the breach?

The auxiliary ballast tank

system on the starboard side.

Compartments five and seven

have been compromised.

And that leads to the ventilation

shaft under box two.

Portos.

Yeah, they're full of rust.

Water pressure must have

snapped them clean off.

Maybe.

Portos isn't his name, is it?

Why wasn't I alerted?

Look, it's like this. There's

a lot of people paying money

to make sure that

facility is unbreakable.

It's Ray Breslin.

The great Ray Breslin.

He's there to prove that

not even he can get out.

You make sure he stays there forever.

Do you have a problem with that?

No. Not at all.

Just the opposite.

F***er.

All right, good.

There's one more thing.

The Chinese banks have joined

the Brazilians, the Russians,

the English, the U.S.

and the Swiss banks.

They're all paying to find out the

whereabouts of this Manheim fellow.

Word on the street is that

he has developed a program

to turn the entire world banking

system into f***ing confetti.

Rottmayer worked with that a**hole.

He knows where he is.

Your job is to get that

information out of him.

Well, it just so

happens that since Breslin

has gotten closer to Rottmayer,

Rottmayer has

developed a new edge

to his defiance that

wasn't there before.

I think Breslin is to blame.

Then break Breslin.

Thank you.

I have an assignment

I know you'll enjoy.

Get on your feet!

Wakey, wakey...

Talk to me.

Come on. You must fight.

Get up!

Stay on your feet!

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