Escape Plan Page #6

We both served enough time.

You want to try it again?

You son-of-a-b*tch...

I hope I never see you again.

That hurts.

One more thing!

How much did Les really know?

Only what I told him, at first.

But the next thing I know,

he's gone around me

and offered his services

to the backers of The Tomb.

So he knew where

I was being sent?

He arranged your transport.

Need a ride?

No, thanks.

I made my own arrangements.

Wasn't tracking. We

knew something wasn't right.

Red flags going up

all over the place.

Clark was too calm about it,

so we started digging.

We found out he'd been

offered the CE0 job

of running

the whole Tomb program

if the prototype you were

buried in proved inescapable.

At a salary of $ five million a

year, plus stock options.

Tell me you tracked him down.

Just like you asked. The

plan's in motion as we speak.

It's sleepy-time,

motherf***er.

Oh, f***!

No, no... Come on,

come on, come on...

F***!

Ray!

F***!

Ray!

It's Hush.

What did he say?

It's all good.

Good.

What's that?

Job offers.

Maybe later. Why don't you and

me have a very special dinner.

I'll cook.

Haven't I suffered enough?

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