Maximum Conviction Page #2

let's go for a walk.

Let's see your hands, girls.

Woman:

Please listen to me.

I'm a foreign national.

My government

has no idea where I am.

Cross:
Right.

And you're a political prisoner.

I know.

I've heard that before, man.

Every motherf***er in here

that's wrapped in skin

is a political prisoner.

I'm no idiot, okay?

I know what this place is

and I know where

guys like you come from.

If you don't help me,

then I'm dead.

Went in the boiler room,

grabbed some tools.

I went ahead and shut the heat down

to G block while I was there, FYI.

Sure got some ugly janitors

in this dump.

- Who let the hooker in?

- F*** you.

I did.

You deal with your mess.

I've got a garbage truck with my name

on it waiting for me.

Call me.

It was CIA this time.

Please listen to me.

Look, I'm a courier.

My contact was

assassinated right in--

Cross:

In private.

Woman:

This time it was CIA.

-( Men jeering )

- Look, I'm not bullshitting you.

I'm trying to tell you

that if you don't listen to me,

if you don't help me,

then I'm dead. I'm--

Cross:
You just gotta stop talking

in front of people.

Manning:
Please tell me you know

what the hell you're doing in there.

Cross:

What's your ETA, man?

It's gonna be a while.

The prisoners are locked

and secured in block G.

I'm meeting the team.

I've got something to run by Bradley.

Radio me if the transfer unit

shows up.

Will do.

Well, f*** me.

Man, we ain't never getting out

of here at this rate.

I'll take a look.

Man over radio:
Target in place.

Commence extraction.

( Blues music playing )

Man:
Come on, boss,

have a drink.

These ladies have been waiting

for you and Manning all day.

Oh, thank you.

Cross:
Where the hell is Bradley?

I gotta get back to the base.

Bradley:
Hey, sorry I'm late.

So where's Manning?

I thought he was

coming with you.

He's f***ing around with that

trash compressor or some sh*t.

And he's happy about it too.

Sol heard you might have

something for me.

I've got a kite

that they seem to have recovered

from one of the inmates,

but I got a funny feeling that this

looks like numeric and Arabic mixed.

And Arabic is your deal,

so have a look at that

and I'll come down in a minute.

Yeah, that's exactly

what it is.

As you know,

ciphers are numeric-based,

but the Arabic is unusual.

Fortunately, it's one of

my specialties.

Hey, the wagon

finally arrived.

Looks like we're out of here

in the morning.

Control unit to Manning:

transfer unit has arrived. Copy?

Control unit to Manning,

transfer unit has arrived. Copy?

Man:
Manning is still working

on the crusher.

I'll let him know

when he comes out.

Guard:

Let's get Terrence on it.

Terrence, this is Control.

We need you in intake.

The transfer unit

is here. Copy?

Terrence:

On my way.

Wait here.

( Blues music playing )

It's complicated,

but my best guess is

that a dirty guard

has been passing on information.

That's basically an itinerary.

It gives the exact pickup time

and the route the marshals are going to.

Okay, so what

we're talking about

is a high-risk extraction

in the making,

and it's coming soon.

We have little time.

Where is your gear?

The gear's still at the airport.

I didn't think we'd need it.

Well, always gotta be ready,

right?

Listen, I'm gonna go brief Manning

and jump up ahead of you guys.

You guys go tack up.

Meet me there.

Go in the tunnels

off the motor pool

and nobody will see you.

Keep your eyes open,

your head on a swivel.

Okay.

All right, gentlemen,

we got a f***ing sh*t sandwich

coming on real fast.

We need to tack up now.

- Let's go.

- All right.

-" Happy days are here... .'

All right,

let's see what you got.

I don't think you can handle

what I got.

Come on, bring it.

Oh, damn!

Now, see, that was pure luck.

A pro would never take that shot.

Captain Christopher Blake,

US marshal, prisoner transfer unit.

You got two female

detainees for me.

Man over P.A.:

Personnel, be advised,

please remember

to catalogue all boxes

according to the official

government itemized checklist.

How's your Friday night?

Yeah, this all seems in order,

but there's only transfer papers

for two prisoners.

That's what it says-- Samantha Mendez

and Charlotte Walker.

Problem?

I heard you were supposed

to move all six.

That's news to me.

Well, I can't authorize

this anyway.

You're gonna have to talk

to the warden.

Take Marshal Blake

to see the warden.

I'm gonna call Esmeralda,

see if she can stay late in the kitchen

and get you boys fed.

You two stay here.

You're with me.

Clear.

I've been through that thing

from top to bottom.

Nothing's wrong

with the crusher.

Gotta be the goddamn truck.

Fire that son of a b*tch

back up.

-( Knocks on door)

- What?

I said what?

ls everybody deaf around here?

Warden, Captain Christopher Blake,

US Marshal,

Prisoner Transfer Unit.

You have two female detainees

for me to pick up.

Well, I sympathize

with your predicament, Marshal,

but it seems that nobody has

any concern for mine.

I got a schedule to keep.

You got the documentation.

I'm not asking you

for any favors.

The detainees are going

from a military to a federal facility.

Your paperwork requires

the correct signature.

It doesn't happen to be mine.

We can fix the paperwork.

Warden,

I'm working in cooperation

with the CIA.

They have a special interest

in these two detainees.

- Bring it.

- Want some of this? Huh? Huh?

- I don't think you do.

- Come on.

- Oh!

- Oh. See?

- Want a coffee, loser?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, okay.

- Hey, two sugars this time.

Sure.

You lift me up

and carry me away...

Put in manual access,

back in a minute.

( Gate opens )

- Cross:
D-436, anybody.

-( punches landing, men grunting)

This is headquarters.

D-436, anybody.

This is headquarters.

This is MP Terrence Davis, sir.

What's your status?

Davis:
The transfer unit just arrived.

They're talking to the warden.

They only had the paperwork

to transfer two detainees.

Where's Manning?

Davis:
Still dealing

with the garbage issue, sir.

All right, look, man, nobody moves.

Wait till I get there.

Do not release the PIs.

Do not release the prisoners.

Nobody moves

till I get there.

Davis:
Copy that, sir.

Sounds like a vibrator

my wife used to have.

Keep rigging it.

Something's gonna snap.

No f***ing sh*t.

That's the idea.

I want to break

whatever's in there.

I'm not staying in this

son of a b*tch all night.

CIA can shove their gratitude

up their ass.

Cross signed them in

on his authority.

You need his signature

to get them out.

I'm not here

to make your life easier.

Boy, you got that right.

So where the f*** are they?

(song continues on radio)

(humming along)

Hey.

Put the coffees down.

Sit in the chair and open

the doors I tell you to open

when I tell you to open them,

and nobody gets hurt.

F*** you.

What? Wait, no.

(gunshot)

Begin phase two.

That's our signal.

On your feet.

Light it up.

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