Escape Plan Page #4

If we're on a ship,

we would know.

No.

Not if it was 1,000 feet long,

200 feet high,

with stabilizers.

We wouldn't know a damn thing.

Wakey, wakey!

Get him on his feet.

You can do it. Keep going.

Come on, go. Move it!

We can't get out of here.

Yes, we can.

No!

Get on your feet!

You've got to stay strong.

Back up! Back up!

It's you I want. Move it!

Ah!

Piece of sh*t...

Stop it now, Drake.

Don't give up.

Don't let them break you.

What made you want to spend

your life in prison?

Hmm?

Tell me. What made you do it?

Tell me!

I was a lawyer. Prosecutor.

A man I put away

made a promise to me.

This man thought about that promise

every day for three years,

planning his way out of prison,

planning on how

he was gonna keep his word.

Taking a man's life is nothing.

Taking his heart...

That's everything, isn't it?

Everything.

You see, putting people

in prison wasn't good enough.

And I had to... I wanted to

make sure they stayed in

there, didn't get out.

I understand.

I have a daughter.

Never forget them.

You have a choice.

You can die in here,

or you can get out with me

and punish who put you here.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Good news and bad news.

I was thinking about that first

meeting, privatized incarceration.

Off the grid, international profile.

And I started digging.

Code name, The Tomb. Completely

for profit, totally illegal.

Run by ex-military a**holes and

Blackwater rejects. You know, bad dudes.

If Ray is anywhere, it's here.

Where is "here"?

That's the bad news.

I don't know.

No access to any layout.

No blind times.

We're in the middle

of the f***ing ocean.

But I'll be damned

if I didn't find a routine.

They scramble the guard

shifts so they're never the same.

But they can't change the routine

of the guards themselves.

We don't know when they start.

We don't know when they end.

But I do know where they're

gonna be based on habit.

See that guy

coming down the stairs?

See how he walks

all pigeon-toed?

The Duck.

Yeah. The Duck

always works with the guy

scratching the back

of his neck.

Hives.

Yeah, Hives.

When Duck and Hives work together,

they always do a circle.

They may do it at

random times of day.

It doesn't matter

when they do it,

it always ends up being 128

strides, then they split up. Watch.

Now they each take a side.

Duck walks 63 strides,

Hives 65.

Then they meet up at the top.

The guard down there

at the bottom,

the heavy-set guy,

he doesn't move much.

My guess is he's

been here a while

and only does

what he has to do.

Louisa.

Louisa?

His fat ass reminds me

of my first girlfriend.

Nice.

That guard over there

could be a problem for us.

He's always looking around.

The Chicken Man.

Chicken Man, right.

My guess, Chickie's new here.

Does everything by the book.

How do you know when the shift ends?

I don't.

But around this time, your girlfriend

Louisa starts looking at her watch.

My guess, it's lunchtime.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

Now that we've got the routine,

we just gotta ask the good

doctor where the hell we are.

I'm not permitted to

give you anything for the pain,

so don't request it.

You're a doctor.

You took an oath.

"According to my ability

and judgment,"

"I'll protect my patients

from harm and injustice."

What you're

doing here is wrong.

What exactly is it

you want from me?

I want to know

where the hell I am.

Guards!

It's okay.

It's under control.

Put him back here.

Sorry.

So...

No.

Got to push him harder.

Push him, we'll lose him.

No other options?

Plan B.

You always gotta have a Plan B.

Did you get it?

Now I need his glasses.

Sir? You want

to take a look at this?

What's this?

It's a sextant.

Of course it is.

It works. You spot the North

Star with the horizon.

But it will only give

us half of our location.

Bring Breslin.

I'll explain how

it works later,

but first we've got

to get it topside.

Watch out.

Ah!

Welcome to your

new home, Mr. Breslin.

Section E.

Waiting for inmates.

You know who I am?

I do now.

I've studied your work very closely.

It's quite brilliant.

As a matter of fact,

it's what I used

as a reference guide

in designing this facility.

If you know who I am,

let me go.

No, no, no, no,

Mr. Breslin.

That's not how this works.

Not this time.

You see, the people who paid for you

to be here want you here forever.

And knowing that,

and knowing who you are,

well, who you were...

I can't have you communicating

with Rottmayer,

or anybody else,

for that matter.

This is the reality.

And there's no way out.

This can go two ways.

You let me go and I'll

pretend this never happened.

You don't, and I'll burn this f***ing

place to the ground on my way out.

Effective right now,

no mess, no rec time,

and no showers.

I can get you Victor Manheim.

Rottmayer trusts me.

So you say.

Not good enough.

What have you got to lose?

Finding him has got to be worth

a lot more than what you were

paid for me, right, Hobbes?

It's a nice idea, but

as it stands right now,

I'm in line to get both.

You'll never break Rottmayer.

He'll die before he turns.

I'm your only chance

to get what you want.

I want Manheim and his whole network.

Names. Locations in real time.

Get that. If it checks out,

I'll let you go. But know this.

You tell me every word

that you and Rottmayer share,

or I will personally pull

the f***ing life out of you.

Fair enough.

So what happened?

I'm playing you.

Last night Rottmayer told me

he started his network

with five guys

from his hometown.

He said he could trust

his life to these guys.

Give Javed the sextant.

Show him how to use it. Tell him

it's his ticket outta here.

Javed.

He'd rather see us dead.

He'll be the last one

they suspect.

He bragged how his network caused the

bank collapse in Iceland six years ago.

I don't give a sh*t

about six years ago.

I want to know where he is now.

You want to die?

You want to get out?

Today.

They're plotting an escape.

An escape?

Really? Who and when?

I don't know all the details.

Just some.

Well, tell me

the details you know.

Hmm.

You give me things first.

Mr. Alfredo, Afridi, or whatever

the f*** your name is...

Your opium drug cartel friends have

paid a lot of money for you to be here.

Of course they did,

those fucks.

So aside from your freedom,

what else can I give you?

I want the guards

to leave my people alone.

The Holy Koran...

I want one in my cell.

And I want to say

the name of Allah

and the prophet Mohammed

in the open air.

I want to be seen by my God

when I say my evening prayers.

That's all?

That's all.

I want to be seen

by my God, Mr. Hobbes!

30 degrees, 22 minutes.

We're in Horse Latitudes,

calm water.

North or south?

Water goes counter-clockwise above

the equator, so we're north.

How do we get the longitude?

They brought a new fish in yesterday.

He said it was November 20th.

We've got warm rain,

warm air at sea in November.

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