Lockout Page #2

Sector 4, please stand clear.

Jesus.

BARNES:
Pretty impressive?

Yes, it is.

Now,

we've prepared an

interview room for you.

We're going to need to

have a look at that room.

Well, that's fine.

One thing, on the prisoners'

side of the room,

we don't allow weapons.

GUARD:
Thank you.

Thanks.

Okay?

Yeah, all set.

LANGRAL:
Oh, there you are.

Oh, yeah. I thought

I could smell you coming.

I'm here to tell you

the good news, Snow.

You're finally getting spayed?

Oh, congratulations.

You've been convicted.

First degree murder

and conspiracy

to commit espionage

against the United States.

That's the setup.

Do you want to hear

the punchline?

Yeah, I'm dying to.

M.S. One. 30-year stasis.

No parole.

Effective immediately.

And nothing about

a constitutional right

to a fair hearing?

I think you waived that right

when you shot Armstrong.

Oh, yeah, of course.

I forgot that part. I'm sorry.

You know what they say

about being put under?

That some minds

just can't take it.

I'm looking forward to it.

Sweet dreams.

(GASPING)

I don't know about you,

but I can't drive home.

Mr. Hydell.

How are you feeling?

Are you experiencing

any disorientation?

I can't see out

of that eye any more.

And what happened to your

face, did you burn it?

Yeah, it's a love bite.

I see.

Yeah.

I'm going to ask you

a few questions

about your experience

and treatment here.

Do you dream

while you're under?

Well, I'm gonna dream

about you. Aren't I?

I'd appreciate it if you'd

take it seriously, though.

It's very serious.

Very serious.

So, it says here

you were convicted

of aggravated

physical assault.

No,

I'm innocent. That wasn't me.

That's a case of

mistaken identity.

Fifty-three counts?

I've a very familiar face.

It's not like your face.

You've a very kind face.

It's lovely.

You're perfect, you are.

I bet you got a nice smile.

Do a little smile for me.

Oh, smile.

You've got a lovely smile!

Easy.

Hock.

Answer the question.

Stay out of this, please.

What's that smell in here?

HOCK:
Calm down.

(SNIFFS)

You're wearing

perfume, aren't you?

Mr. Hydell.

Answer the question.

Hock!

You're a filthy article, man.

You are a bad man! What's wrong with you?

You wanna test me?

Sit down!

Hock!

Okay. You wanna test me?

Hock!

Do you know what I was before

I was convicted of rape, cock?

Surprise me, shithead.

Hock! Stop!

I was a pickpocket.

Huh?

(GUNSHOT)

He's got a gun!

(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

(ALARM WAILING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMS)

MAN ON PA:

M. S. One Control, we are...

(ALARM WAILING)

Sir? There seems to be

a fire alarm on M.S. One.

Hide.

What?

Hide.

What?

Hide?

Hello.

Where is she?

Who? Who? What? What?

"Who? Who? What? What?"

Don't lie to me, man.

I'll eat your brain.

I'm not lying to you, man.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Control room active.

Stay there.

Hairdo!

Are you all right, man?

Have I hurt your nose?

Come here. Get up, man.

Come here.

Sit down.

Open them all up right now.

Every single one.

No, I don't think

that's a good...

Think? You should think?

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Get it done.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Canisters open.

(SCREAMS)

Good. That's a good job, man.

(GUNSHOT)

MAN ON PA:
Remember,

safety is our first priority.

It has been 364 days

since our last incident.

Good work, team.

(INMATES YELLING)

Go!Go!Go!

Come on.

(COUGHING)

Oh, no.

(EXCLAIMS SOFTLY)

Damn.

Hit the sleeping gas.

Hit it!

(FIRES GUN)

Whoa! Easy!

(SCREAMS)

Get up. Get up!

No! No!

Hey!

In less than an hour,

all these people,

including young

Emilie Warnock here,

will be the only thing

keeping us alive.

You don't mess

with your poker chips.

M. S. One, this is L.O.P.D.

Do you copy? Over.

What's going on?

Company

Smoke leakage

on the starboard hull,

possibly halon.

Look who I found, man!

Get off the door, man.

Found you a proper egghead.

Turn on the guns.

Here. Calm down.

There you go.

That's clever, isn't it?

Okey-dokey.

Leave it.

Why leave it, man? Come on.

I said, leave it.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

PILOT:
Copy that.

Keep all eyes open.

Full recon mission.

Establish M. S. One status...

PILOT 2:
Moving out.

Oh, serious.

(BEEPS)

Sorry!

We're taking fire.

PILOT 2:

They have opened fire.

You think you're

running the show?

Get this into

your thick skull.

You're not running the show.

Sorry.

Mr. President.

Everybody out.

Now! Get out!

Sir, within the last hour,

there has been

a massive infraction

on Supermax M.S. One.

It's a takeover.

Oh, God.

Emilie. ls she...

She's fine,

according to her telemetry,

but the situation is critical.

We can have special

forces up there on site

within six hours.

To do what exactly?

I just mean, what order

do we give, Mr. President?

What are you saying?

I'm asking,

are we talking about

saving all the hostages?

Or are we talking about saving

just one in particular?

Now we can send

in the Marines,

but we have no real idea

of the whereabouts

of your daughter on board.

As soon as we launch

this large-scale offensive,

my guess is...

Well, she's as good

as dead, sir.

Or...

What?

We can send in one man.

One man with one

very specific order.

To get Emilie Warnock out.

Who?

I'd rather castrate myself

with blunt rocks.

Why don't you get

Rupert to do it?

Hey. How's it going?

This is the best

offer you'll get.

Don't get me wrong.

It's a dream vacation.

I mean, I load up,

I go into space,

I get inside

the maximum-security nuthouse,

save the President's daughter

if she's not dead already,

get past all the psychos

who've just woken up.

I'm thrilled that

you would think of me.

Hmm.

See you in 30 years.

Wait.

Snow, you should

really think about this.

Because it could

benefit all of us.

Okay, I'm joking

I'll do it.

(RUPERT GROANS)

Oh, Frank's lighter.

Oh.

(CHUCKLES)

(SHUDDERING)

Here, put this on.

(GRUNTS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please proceed

to the shuttle immediately.

LM23, you are

clear for takeoff.

So, how many

prisoners exactly?

Mainly rapists and murderers.

You'll fit right in.

How do we know

she's not dead already?

She's wearing a telemetry

medical transmitter.

All the First Family

have them.

Nice to live in

the big white house?

So we know she's alive.

And she has had

some blood loss,

but it's nothing

life-threatening. So far.

So, if I actually find her

and she is alive,

how do we get off the ship?

Easy. Hitch a ride, man.

There's an escape pod

on level five.

It's not on any

of the schematics,

but you can find it

on this map.

It'll guide you to the pod

and give you

the access code.

The pod will take the two

of you off M.S. One.

Is that clear?

Yeah, clear as mud.

Here.

What's that for?

Climbing down off sidewalks?

SHAW:
No, no, no.

It's explosives.

You join those two ends,

you got a nine-second charge.

It's grade two,

for opening heavy secure

panels or bulkheads.

Bulkheads?

Uh-huh.

(GASPING)

I gotta get out of here.

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