Lockout Page #4

bring me two.

(BEEPING)

Snow, can you hear me?

Snow.

Come on, Snow.

Snow, can you hear me?

It's Langral.

I want you to go in

and get her. Now.

Actually, that's a little

inconvenient right now.

I don't care.

She's losing oxygen.

She's suffocating.

You understand?

You're making this up, right?

Snow, it's Harry here.

This is for real.

At the current rate of nitrogen buildup,

she will be dead in...

How long?

Five minutes, man.

Yeah. Well, contrary

to popular belief,

I'm not actually Houdini

and those things are designed

to be impregnable.

So, I'm not sure what

you're asking me to do.

HOCK:
You all right?

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Hopefully, this will

short-circuit me the inevitable

"it can't be done" discussion.

I need this door open.

(GRUNTS)

SHAW:
You should see

a ladder in front of you.

Do you see it?

Yeah.

Okay, I need you to take it.

And then, when you're over,

you gotta go straight ahead.

(GRUNTS)

And here's where it

gets a little bit tricky.

I need you to get to the

other side. Correct?

What do you want me

to do, fly?

'Cause I think I left

my cape at home.

I need you to listen

to this, buddy. Go.

The gravity generated

by the torsion system

will hold you up.

SHAW:

You gotta trust me on this.

You should just

glide right over.

Really?

(YELLS)

Snow?

Snow!

Snow, there is no time

for hanging around.

(INMATE YELLING)

(BEEPING)

What is that?

(SCREAMS)

All channels.

Snow, can you hear me?

Reactivate the torsion.

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(CLINKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What is that?

(CLINKING)

They're trying to get it open.

Can they do that?

This may take a bit longer.

(C*CKS GUN)

That really is unfortunate.

We're gonna need

a new engineer.

This one's sprung a leak.

(INMATES LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

SHAW:
Okay,

so that was easy, right?

Are you at the hatch? Snow?

Your two minutes start now.

Shoot me if you want,

but I can guarantee this open

if you give me five minutes.

Good sales pitch.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Oxygen levels depleted.

Oh, God, no.

Please seek

medical assistance.

Please seek

medical assistance.

Okay, Emilie,

listen to me very carefully.

Nitrogen is lighter

than oxygen,

so there will be more

at floor level.

Breathe shallow but steady.

Keep your heart rate low.

I'm sorry.

(BREATHING RAPIDLY)

DOCTOR:
Something happened.

Somehow she found more oxygen,

but that will only give us

a minute or so.

SHAW:
Snow,

you gotta get in there.

DOCTOR:

EEG activity declining.

Brain death in 20 seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Lost him.

Twenty seconds and then

this is all over.

Yeah. I should've

stayed in college.

(GRUNTS)

Okay.

Hot girl on the floor,

big hole in her leg.

Okay, first let's get

the motor going.

Open the medi-pack.

You need to get the defib kit.

Fifteen seconds.

You know the counting thing?

It's not very relaxing.

Gel them, place

them on the chest,

center under

the right arm.

Make sure they stay on her.

Ten seconds.

And...

(CHARGING)

Bingo! Got an induced-pulse.

DOCTOR:
Seven, six...

So why is there still counting?

Not done yet.

Find the Vidadermic

labeled "20 ccs. "

Serotonin norepinephrine.

What the hell do I do with this?

It's a neurotransmitter

stimulant.

You've got to push the needle

through the center of her

right eye into the brain.

(SCOFFS) Come on,

you're kidding me, right?

Move it around until

it locates the thalamus.

It's self-guiding.

Then fire it.

Okay.

(GROANS)

I'm gonna be sick.

DOCTOR:
Okay.

We've got some activity.

Yeah, we've got

activity all right.

She's doing the

lambada in here.

DOCTOR 2:
Get some air in there.

What, mouth to mouth?

Mouth to mouth.

Here we go.

Hey! Whoa! Whoa!

It's okay, it's okay.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm bringing you

back from the dead.

I was dead?

Yeah, and so far I think

I prefer you that way.

Come on,

that's enough foreplay.

We gotta get out of here.

You! Let's go. Come on.

Back to the kennel!

Sh*t.

(EMILIE GRUNTS)

Watch your head.

Take the next left.

Okay, this way.

Then go about 50 feet.

But watch your back, man.

Remember Kiev.

Hold it, her BP is dropping.

She's losing too much blood.

SHAW:
Hey, Snow, docs say

check Emilie 's leg.

Yeah. I'll put it

on the to-do list.

You're almost there, buddy.

(SHUSHING)

I understand

you're the prison's

communications expert.

I've a job for you.

Bollocks.

SHAW:

Now it is vitally important

that you go the right way.

Whatever you do, for Christ's

sake, don't go down the...

Harry? Harry.

Hey, Snow. Can you hear me?

(GROANS) Sh*t!

They've cut transmission.

Who did?

The little

transmission fairies.

Who do you think?

Greg, what the hell

is happening here?

This way.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

You don't sound sure.

Well, lam.

It's electromagnetic lockout.

Christ.

Find a way

to get me back in

because we're

flying blind here.

I thought you said

you were sure.

You're really a lot

of fun, you know that?

Come on, don't worry.

It's perfectly safe.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, you don't have

to do that!

A simple "thank you"

is enough.

Yuck.

A**hole.

So,

well, we lost them, huh?

Right.

Sorry.

Up you get.

Thank you.

Ugh, yuck.

(C*CKS GUN)

Hmm.

Who are you?

Who sent you?

Your old man did.

(SIGHS) My dad.

What did he say?

Well, I didn't get

to meet him personally.

He kind of delegated

your rescue.

He had a big conference

on the corn surplus.

You're kidding me?

No. No, apparently, we should

all be eating more corn.

About my father.

Oh, yeah,

I made that other bit up.

Did he have a message for me?

Yes, you are adopted.

Are you the only

type of jerk

they found for this

kind of mission?

The only one stupid

enough to say yes.

So, what's the plan?

Surely you have a plan

to rescue the hostages?

What hostages?

The hostages.

The staff, the guards.

Should I write it

out in crayon?

I came here to rescue you

and mission accomplished.

And quite well, I might add.

Are you just thrilled

being yourself all day

or is it a part-time job?

I'm not kidding.

We can't just leave them.

Leave who?

The hostages!

Cw!

What is that?

That's to stop the bleeding.

And hopefully, the talking.

They will die

if we leave them.

Listen, we're not going back

to rescue any hostages, okay?

We're getting out of here,

after I do one thing.

There. That's the plan.

Are you always this obnoxious?

(SHUSHING)

(WHISPERING) Did you

hear something?

No, I'm just

enjoying the silence.

You a**hole.

We are not leaving them.

Listen, it's really

very sweet of you,

but there's not a lot of room

for anybody else, okay?

It's kind of a VIP

deal, get it?

What I get is, you're a selfish dick...

Ow! (INJECTS)

That'll freeze the nerves

in this spot for 24 hours.

You want some on your mouth?

No?

Okay, see here on the map?

Yeah.

That's where the pod is.

You get in it,

you fly away and the good guys

will come and get you. Okay?

On my own?

You're a big girl, right?

Here's an apple. And a gun.

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