Lockout Page #7

Families!

Hey, now then,

where were we, Smiler?

PILOT:
Target will be

throwing live rounds.

Watch out, the defense

system is still active.

Okay, here we go.

Number 5, do you read me?

We're taking fire.

We're taking fire.

HYDELL:
Come here. Come here!

(SCREAMS)

B*tch!

You're back.

Yeah, well, I wasn't busy.

We should go.

PILOT:
All right, you need

to move down 4.5 degrees.

PILOT 2:
6 o'clock,

all units, 6 o'clock.

Coming in low.

(INMATES YELLING)

PILOT:
Units two and

three, I'm at your left.

Units two and three,

Taking fire, taking fire,

unit 11, taking fire.

Second bomber down.

PILOT:

We got one more to go.

Unit nine.

We're on our way.

Unit nine, unit nine.

We're going in, unit 11.

Go for the tunnel.

Unit 17, he's on your tail.

Turn, turn!

We have you

going for the hole, gentlemen.

Take a right!

Okay. Now put that thing on.

PILOT:
Fifty feet ahead,

then right. Almost there.

Unit eight, 50 feet!

PILOT 2:
Under the gun!

Twenty-yard line!

Drop the baby.

PILOT 3:
Baby dropped.

Confirming, confirming.

PILOT 2:
Touchdown! Let's go!

All units evac.

All units evac.

Snow, every second

counts here, man.

Get outside.

I gotta tell you

something.

I really hate heights.

Emilie!

Emilie!

Emilie. Come on. Emilie.

(SIREN WAILING)

COP:
Come on, buddy. Get up!

Okay.

Let's go.

The briefcase.

The train station.

I threw you the case.

Where'd you put it?

Where'd you put it? Mace?

You remember the package?

...In the train station.

MACE:
True blue,

Union... Union...

True blue, Union... No.

True blue. Union stew.

Some people just unravel.

Now you're asking a crazy man

where he hid a briefcase.

MACE:
Green. Beans.

EMILIE:
Mace?

Lock, lockers, locker.

Green. Green gloppy,

stocker, stocker.

Mace. Mace.

Yeah.

Remember the case?

Where 'd you put it?

I threw it to you on the train.

Case.

SNOW:
Where'd you put it?

MACE:
Green.

Well, locked, clock.

Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.

Green, gloppy, lullaby-

EMILIE:

What briefcase?

I see you.

I see you.

I foresee you.

I foresee you.

I see you.

I foresee you.

LANGRAL:

What happened in that room?

What happened in that room?

That's not what happened.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Running out of jokes, are we?

SNOW:

That's not what happened.

I saw it with my own eyes.

There's something

that we need to do.

Thanks, Charlie.

Hey, buddy.

How you doing?

I'm good.

How's the girl?

As far as they'll

tell me she's fine.

You did a good job.

Sorry about Mace.

And that you didn't get

the thing you needed.

No, no, I got it.

No, I mean the briefcase.

Yeah. Yeah,

I got the briefcase.

You got the briefcase?

Yeah.

I thought that you...

No, it's here.

The case is here?

Yeah. You want to see it?

Uh... (LAUGHS)

Yeah.

Charlie? Can you grab it?

You know Frank was undercover

when he was killed, right?

He wasn't selling secrets.

He was returning them.

Yeah.

I don't understand.

What I don't understand is

how you knew the combination.

That's what

I don't understand.

SHAW:
Right.

Well...

Well, this is awkward.

They pay you well?

Matter of fact, they did.

No, they really did.

How much was that exactly?

How much was

Frank's life worth?

Does the number

even matter, Snow?

I hope they put you

away for a long time.

You know,

I don't think they will.

You of all people know

that they like to keep

all these kind of things

on the down-low.

My guess, I'll do three years

tops at minimum security,

and you want to know why?

Because they need

people like me.

I know all of their

dirty little secrets.

Ain't that right?

I am sorry about Frank,

but in the big

scheme of things,

he'll go down as

an innocent bystander.

He won't even make

the balance sheet.

Just like you.

Because he's a relic.

I mean, God, look at you.

Nobody smokes any more, Snow!

You know, for all your

bluster and your bullshit,

you're nothing

but cannon-fodder.

You're cannon-fodder

and they don't need you

like they need me, okay?

(SCREAMS)

Ignem feram.

That was from Frank.

LANGRAL:
So,

all this trouble for

an empty briefcase.

Don't let it keep

you up at night.

Thanks, Charlie.

Hey, Snow!

Good job.

Take this,

don't let them take this.

Frank.

(SIGHS)

What's it gonna be, buddy?

I know something about you.

Amazing what

you can find out

as First Daughter in

old Army documents.

Last name, Snow.

First name,

Marion.

My old man was

a big John Wayne fan.

Must have been tough

on the playground.

That's why I'm so lovable.

Looks like

you're a free man.

Thanks to you.

What kind of Robin Hood

would I be

if I didn't stop to rescue

Maid Marion once in a while?

Okay, you can stop that.

Snow's just fine.

No, I'm getting used

to Marion. I really like it.

Makes me see

your feminine side.

Oh. Great.

I've got something for you.

What the hell was that for?

I owed you that.

I really feel we need

to continue this

on an equitable basis.

You know, for a minute there,

I thought you were

going to kiss me.

Where's the entourage?

Gave them the slip.

Have you to thank

for teaching me that.

Nice work.

You're still

bleeding, Marion.

And you wonder why I didn't

tell you my first name?

All right, how about "Sally"?

It has a nice ring to it.

Yes, it does,

but I prefer Snow.

I can't call you that.

It sounds like an ice cream.

Speaking of which,

I believe you owe me one.

You know,

I've got this feeling

your old man's not

going to approve of this.

I mean, I can't really see

this going anywhere, can you?

Depends on how good

you are in bed.

Well, in that case,

I give it at least 10 minutes.

(EMILIE LAUGHING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

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