Lockout Page #5

Don't talk to strangers.

Shoot them.

This is the plan you agreed on

with my father?

Yeah, he said it'll toughen you up.

Apparently, you need that.

Well, I'm sure I'll be

fine. Where are you going?

Oh, I've got a hot date.

It's been a real slice,

so good luck.

And good luck

with the leg thing.

Okay.

Okay, the map.

You gotta flip it.

It's upside down.

No, no. So you can

see the screen.

Which way's north?

Okay, we're in space now.

So it's not north,

it's port and starboard.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Thanks.

You're doing great.

ALEX:

Can I have your attention ?

You want to get out of here?

Our meal ticket is a woman.

And she's been on the run

for some time now.

We need her alive

and we need her

as soon as possible.

Now, they're going to try

and leave the station.

Watch everywhere.

Yeah, okay, you can tag along,

but maybe don't talk.

Just keep it zipped.

Here, give me the map.

Okay, we go this way.

North

Smiler!

Are you there?

Sweetheart,

I miss you. Smiler!

Hey, why do they do that?

Do what?

The marking on the face.

Other prisoners do it to them.

Lets everyone know

you're a rat.

Here, put these on.

No.

They don't come in pink.

You can't walk

past 500 whack jobs

dressed like a chick.

Oh, so this is

part of your plan.

So kind of you to clue me in.

You can't smoke in here.

All evidence to the contrary.

So...

So, what do I call you?

You know what?

Don't call me.

(SIGHS) What's your name?

Snow.

Snow?

Yeah.

Or Sir. You can decide.

What's your first name?

Snow.

Your name is Snow Snow?

Well, that's just ridiculous.

Why won't you

tell me your name?

I just did.

No, you didn't.

What is that?

Engine oil, coffee,

some water I just

got out of the toilet.

And just what do you

plan on doing with it?

I plan on putting it

in your hair.

If you would like to play

witness protection

and shampoo in toilet water,

be my guest. Not me.

Come on. It'll be fun.

Not on your life.

(EMILIE YELLS)

God. stop!

(GROANS) It stinks!

Enough!

There you go.

Wasn't that fun? Huh?

You're a pig.

Thank you.

You always treat

women this way?

Always. Well,

only if I like them.

You have any idea what

my father would do to you?

Oh, jeez!

Not raise taxes again?

Here.

Yeah, you look good.

Though, something's missing.

What?

It's okay, it's okay.

It's only cosmetic.

It's only cosmetic.

It's nothing personal.

Here, look, look.

It'll probably save your life.

You look tough now, see?

(LAUGHS)

Cw!

You really are

a naughty boy, Special Agent.

What, you thought

we wouldn't find out?

Don't know what

you're talking about.

You tell Warnock that

we have his daughter.

And unless we get

what we want,

you tell your boss

that I've got 500

pent-up convicts

all too eager

to educate his little girl.

Okay.

What do you want?

What's happened?

Is Emilie okay?

What's going on here, man?

What's it look like?

We're going on a hunting trip.

You're going to get her?

I mean, let me come.

No.

Don't leave me behind, man.

What am I gonna do here?

Nothing.

And don't do anything

stupid when I'm gone.

All right?

Mmm.

Okay.

This is Main Containment,

so don't draw

attention to yourself.

And what if this

doesn't work?

Well, then

we're probably gonna die.

Is that your idea

of encouragement?

What can I say? I'm sorry

it's not one of your fancy

presidential society functions.

Where do you get

these ideas about me?

I don't know. You know,

you just don't seem like the

kind of girl who'd go bowling.

Excuse me? Bowling?

I happen to be

great at bowling.

Really? You go bowling?

Yeah. Every Tuesday.

There's a lane

at the White House.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah. That's what

I'm talking about.

That is hardly my fault.

Careful, you're starting

to sound like your old man.

Here. Not even loaded.

(INMATES LAUGHING WILDLY)

Dude, you're a dude, okay?

INMATE 1:

Hey, you! Yeah, you.

You know who we're talking to.

(INMATES TALKING LOUDLY)

What are you looking for?

Mace.

Like the spray?

No, not like the spray.

Mace!

Sh*t!

Can I help you?

No. Well, you could

get out of the way.

No problem.

Just give me the password.

SNOW:
Oh, yeah.

I like your pretty boy buddy.

Does he like to party?

Yeah. Like it's 1999.

Don't you?

Oh.

You don't know the password.

Then there's a penalty.

SCAR:
Get them!

The door's jammed!

Here, shoot them, will you?

Jesus, I thought

you were a Democrat.

Mace! Come on.

Mace! You son of a b*tch.

Ow, ow, ow.

You Okay?

Okay. Okay.

B*tch, son of a b*tch.

What the hell's

wrong with you, buddy?

Buddy? Buddy, You

Buddy, you be. No.

No. Not to be. No. Wrong!

What's going on, man?

I know what this is.

It's dementia.

Come on, he's like 35.

It's from the stasis.

Some people just unravel.

Gravel.

So, it is true.

True, true, true, true.

True blue. Union stew.

To do or not to do. Right?

No, wrong.

Wrong. Lullaby, lullaby,

lullaby, lullaby...

Sh*t.

I need you

to get me something.

Now you're asking a crazy man

where he hid a briefcase

that you threw away

in a crowded subway station?

Mace? Remember the case?

Huh? The package?

In the train station.

I threw it to you on the train.

Where'd you put it?

Right.

Yeah, no, I put it...

Yeah?

In my pants.

In your pants?

Yeah. Sister Mary

said it was bad

to take it out in church

in front of the other kids.

When you do bad things,

the angels, they cry.

That's what Sister Mary says.

It's a disruption

in his cortical circuitry.

It's why I'm here.

It's just bad news.

That's what it is.

Come on, buddy. Let's go.

Wait a minute.

Why are you bringing him?

He's one of them.

He's safer without us.

I need him.

For what?

This phantom briefcase?

You'd be lucky to get a recipe

for mud pies out of this guy.

He's coming with us, okay?

End of story.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

INMATE:

Don't let them get away!

Oh, come on. God damn it!

INMATE:
Get them! Over here!

Okay, this way! This way!

Come on.

Put a light down there.

MACE:
Gotta go.

SNOW:
Go, go, go.

Gotta go!

Go, go.

MACE:
Go, go. Okay. Go.

Porn horn.

(SHUSHING)

(BEEPING)

Okay, come on.

Whoa, man. Ow. Ow.

EMILIE:
Oh, God!

Come on, Mace! Mace!

Hit the panic button!

Come on, buddy.

Hit the panic button.

Button, button. Mutton.

The button.

Hit the panic button.

Hit the panic button Mace.

Come on! Button.

Son of a b*tch.

Button.

Son of a b*tch.

Sh*t! Hold on, buddy.

Wait there!

Oh, dear. Locked.

Lock. Locker. Locker.

Green. Beans. Locker.

Mace. Mace.

Mace.

Mace. Case.

Chase. Lullaby.

Mace, case.

I foresee you.

I see you.

What?

I see you.

I foresee you. Lullaby.

I foresee you.

Hold on, buddy. Come on.

Come on.

(CRACKLING)

God damn it!

If you want something done...

We need a change of plan

'round here.

Well, that's that then.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, right. I'm sure you are.

I know he was your friend.

I don't need your sympathy,

okay? Neither does he.

No.

No, he needed a friend who

wouldn't hang him out to dry.

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