Again.
What happened in that motel room?
It was coupon night
and I was trampolining your wife.
You're a real comedian, aren't you, Snow?
Well, I guess that's why they call it
the punch line.
You don't like me, do you?
Don't flatter yourself. I don't like anybody.
With that attitude
I can see why nobody likes you.
Come on.
People love me.
Just ask your wife.
What happened in that room in New York?
What? What was the question?
What happened in that room?
- Mace?
- Why do you never answer your phone?
What the hell's going on?
Listen. You have to get out, okay?
It's a double cross. They're coming for you.
You have to get out now!
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Who was the mystery man on the phone?
His name was f*ck You.
- Really?
- Yeah, he was Asian.
I don't like hurting you, Snow.
Is that why you're having him do it?
I can have Rupert bludgeon you all night.
I'm being beaten up by a guy called Rupert?
What happened with the Colonel?
sh*t.
Hey, buddy.
No, no, no, Frank.
You're gonna be fine.
Don't let them take this.
Yeah, okay.
Stay with me.
Come on, you're gonna be okay.
Frank.
Returning fire.
God, I hate heights.
Watch out!
- Mace!
- Where are you?
Get to the subway, Wilson platform 10.
And dump the phone!
They're using it to track you!
We have him now!
Don't move!
And that's when you showed up.
We had the Colonel under surveillance.
He was selling secrets
about our space programs.
Well, that's interesting
because Frank told me
he was protecting them.
Did he tell you this
before or after you k*lled him?
Why would I k*ll him?
He was a friend of mine.
You're right.
- That's not what happened.
- I saw it with my own eyes.
Running out of jokes, are we?
You setting me up? Is that what this is?
All we know is that the Colonel arranged
for a meeting in that motel
and somehow,
you showed up and k*lled him. Pop.
You know,
this may come as a surprise to you,
but Frank didn't trust you guys anymore,
so he asked me to back him up.
He wanted someone from outside the agency.
You know, to protect the package.
Who was your backup guy?
Why do I get the feeling not telling you
is the only thing keeping him alive?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on.
Come on, guys.
Play nice.
- You mind?
- No. He's all yours.
Get those off of him, please.
I can't tell if he's stupid or a really good liar.
Either way, M.S. One
would have been good for him.
Guy's a tool. Nut?
Nah, I'm trying to give them up.
I was sorry to hear about Frank.
He was one of the good guys.
Snow, you gotta give me something.
Otherwise, I can't help you.
Tell me what I can do to help, Snow.
sh**t Langral?
- Anything else?
- Can you pick me up something?
I can. What and where?
I don't know.
Last time I saw it, it was on a train.
Hey, buddy. Hey!
Tell me who the backup guy was.
You think I'm gonna tell you that?
You'll go straight to your boss.
Well, I guess this conversation's over.
It's good to see you.
I need a PoICom Tag
and a trace on a name. Mace.
- Mr. President.
- Scott, come in.
This is just routine. Won't take two seconds.
Thank you.
They check this damn thing five times a year.
So, what have we got?
He claims he was set up.
Was he?
I saw him sh**t Armstrong
with my own eyes, sir.
What a mess!
So what do you want us to do about him?
I don't even want to know. Just fix it.
We're pretty much done here.
I just need to see the First Daughter.
Emilie has had a change in schedule.
She's on a humanitarian errand.
Is she even in Washington?
Well, not exactly.
Ground control to LM22, do you copy?
- Loud and clear.
- It's amazing.
- Is this your first time in orbit?
- No.
My father took me up in the Hilton Orbital
after my mother passed.
Would you like a quick briefing
before we arrive?
Please.
M.S. One
has been a very successful experiment
with the first 500 test cases
serving time without incident.
Once we open for business properly,
we'll be able to rent space
to 500,000 prisoners and counting,
with all countries signed up.
All overseen
by the United States of America.
Which is why I'm here.
M.S. One is the only Supermax facility
in existence
where there is no physical or sexual abuse,
breakouts or riots.
Because you put the prisoners to sleep?
It's called stasis.
Of course, but there are a few issues
with stasis, are there not?
Aggression due to damage of the cortex,
dementia, psychosis.
Well, you know the press.
Good news doesn't sell.
Those were early teething problems.
The U.S.
has absolutely nothing to worry about.
You are entering United States airspace.
- We're approaching. Would you like to see it?
- I'd love to.
This is penal area M. S. One.
446 requesting identification code.
LM22, we need your coordinates...
The defense system is a*t*matic
and solar assisted,
oxygen-fed, auto lock,
100-millimeter pacifiers
made by Milland aerospace.
LM22, please transmit clearance.
What are they doing?
Parts of M.S. One are still under construction
and need constant maintenance.
LM22, you are on final approach.
Maintain your current speed and heading.
- Can everyone please sign in?
- How are you, sir?
There are just a few basic precautions here.
Won't take long.
- Thanks, Sam. Can I get my holster?
- There you go, sir.
Please, keep your radiation tags on you
at all times.
In the event of a problem,
they will beep and flash yellow.
Would you please take the elevator
to the third floor?
Mr. Barnes, isn't M.S. One's true purpose
to test the effects of deep space exploration
on humans?
Who better than guinea pigs with no rights?
I've heard that urban legend.
Look, Ms. Warnock,
these men aren't traffic offenders.
They've done some pretty awful things
to get in here.
Of course.
But is it purely coincidental
that one of the main sources of funding
is a deep space exploration company?
Surely you don't think they're paying out
millions of dollars to be civically minded?
Ms. Warnock, I'm just an old prison warden.
I couldn't speculate
on the motives of global corporations.
Anyway, isn't Milland aerospace
the largest contributor
to your charity group?
But one thing doesn't have to do
with the other.
Right?
Sure it doesn't.
We're going to put on a little show.
You'll get to meet a couple of convicts
and have a scary story to tell your friends.
And let's just hope
that when you sign off on this place,
we can all get back
to making the world a better place.
After you, ma'am.
This is General Population.
All employees in Sector 4, please stand clear.
Jesus.
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.
Thank you.
Thanks.
- Okay?
- Yeah, all set.
There you are.
Yeah. I thought I could smell you coming.
I'm here to tell you the good news, Snow.
You're finally getting spayed?
Congratulations.
You've been convicted. First degree m*rder
and conspiracy to commit espionage
against the United States.
That's the setup.
Do you want to hear the punch line?
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 sh*t Armstrong.
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.
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 anymore.
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 as*ault.
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?
Calm down.
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 r*pe, cock?
- Surprise me, shithead.
- Hock! Stop!
I was a pickpocket.
He's got a g*n!
M. S. One Control, we are...
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.
- 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.
- Canisters open.
Good. That's a good job, man.
Remember, safety is our first priority.
It has been 364 days since our last incident.
Good work, team.
- Go! Go! Go!
- Come on.
No.
Damn.
Hit the sleeping gas. Hit it!
2, 3, 5...
Easy!
- Get up. Get up!
- No! No!
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 g*ns. 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.
Copy that.
Keep all eyes open. Full recon mission.
- Establish M. S. One status...
- Moving out.
Serious.
Sorry!
- We're taking fire.
- 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. Is 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.
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.
Frank's lighter.
Here, put this on.
Please proceed to the shuttle immediately.
LM23, you are clear for takeoff.
So, how many prisoners exactly?
497.
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?
No, no,no.
It's expl*sives. You join those two ends,
you got a nine-second charge.
It's grade two, for opening
heavy secure panels or bulkheads.
Bulkheads?
- I gotta get out of here.
- That's enough!
I gotta get out of here.
That's okay.
You go to sleep now.
Anyone else?
I'm gonna need a doctor
to get this stitched up.
Thank you.
Hey, lab coat.
You, move! Doc, let's go.
- Hey, wait, she's not a doctor.
- Easy there, tough guy. Easy.
- Okay.
- Let's go. Get your ass up. Get your ass up.
Stitch it up.
Hey, wait a second.
What the hell is going on here?
We're taking over.
And who are you?
Secret Service.
I didn't hear anything about this.
That will be why they call it secret, right?
What's happening?
They demanded a negotiator.
He's prepping now.
They've been leaving a live feed open.
This is Special Agent Scott Langral
and I'm in charge of this situation.
In charge?
That's where you're very much mistaken.
So there she is. Right in the hornet's nest.
Let me know when you've picked up on it,
won't you?
When I want your opinion,
I'm gonna give it to you.
Okay.
Hey.
Picked up on what?
Oh, nothing. You know,
just that they don't know they've got
the President's daughter, that's all.
So,
- do you like working in space?
- Yeah, I like it.
- You do? Do you get dizzy?
- Yeah, sometimes.
Sometimes? Yeah, I would.
Hey, Snow. How do you figure that out?
Far be it from me to teach you
how to suck eggs,
but you'd think
they might have said something.
And they've got her playing doctor.
I'm just saying.
Ladies and gentlemen,
can I have your attention?
We've prepared a little demonstration.
Barnes? Hello, Barnes?
Gotta make sure, man. Let me find...
Listen, if you're gonna sh*t yourself,
now would be the perfect time, wouldn't it?
Go on, boys.
No. No!
Here we go.
Reality TV.
- No! No!
- Oh, no!
No, no,no, no.
- I can help you!
- Can you help me?
- I can help you!
- You're gonna need the help, boyo.
It's a bit chilly out there tonight.
Don't do this.
Don't do this. Wait! Wait! I can help you!
Wait!
Bye-bye, Barnes.
Bye-bye, Barnes.
No, I can help. Wait! The girl!
What about her?
The girl! The girl!
- She's the President's...
- Yep.
Man! Did you see the look on his face?
He was about to say something.
He was about to say something like...
Okay.
The clock is reset.
One hour and counting until the next show,
so I'd get my skates on if I were you.
Hey, tell me you are not still thinking
of negotiating with these psychos.
This is all over the news in six hours.
Then they're going to know who she is.
We should just stick to the plan.
The plan?
You can send your boy in if you want.
I'm just doing what's best for the situation
right now.
Right?
Thank you.
- I'm happy not to go.
- You're going.
- Okay.
- Go now.
All right.
Hey, easy, easy, big guy-
It's all right. It's okay. It's okay, easy.
Things you asked for are on the way.
Is everybody okay?
For the time being, sure.
We're doing our bit. I was wondering,
what are you going to do for us?
Don't tell me, you're looking for a hostage.
That certainly would be a good start.
Hey, four eyes.
Ain't no one leaving, man.
No. You hear me? No.
Can I talk to you privately for a minute?
If this works
I'll wear a tutu and pink pantyhose.
Snow, let's be ready, okay?
Okay.
This thing is contained right now.
But you keep blasting people out the airlock,
the press gets involved and all bets are off
and nobody goes anywhere.
Now, you look like a smart guy,
so I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
They're going to let you go.
But you really think
they're gonna let 500 convicts go?
You, maybe five or six others,
can get out of here.
It's what we call breakage.
Why should I give up a hostage?
You know why they really ask for a hostage,
don%you?
Because it tells them one important thing.
This guy is in charge here.
Maybe you're not the guy
who makes decisions around here.
Don't go there.
I'm definitely the man
you should be talking to.
Okay, all right.
Show me you're in charge then.
Give me a hostage.
- Can I trust you?
- You can trust me.
Let's hold on.
This stuffed shirt may well pull this off.
Jesus! Coming, going. Make up your minds.
- One hostage?
- One.
- Who do you want?
- Whoever. Usually one of the wounded,
or, I don't know, maybe a woman.
A wounded woman's always popular.
Okay, we got eight principals,
four low-vel riot shotguns, three Berettas,
low-vel semis.
You choose.
Up. Get up.
- Why me?
- Get up.
Honey, you'll be fine.
Looks like my plan is working.
Sorry.
What's going on here?
Not her. Not her. No, no, no, no. Not her.
A decision's been made.
Please, man. Not her. Not that one, no.
Pick another one.
Crawl back under your stone.
Don't say that.
This woman needs medical assistance.
Come on.
I didn't realize. I forget. I just let myself
run away with myself, you know.
You want a wounded hostage?
- No!
- Back off.
Go see to your friends, Cock.
No.
You wanted a wounded hostage
and now you have one, don't you?
Everybody's happy. Everybody wins.
- You're happy. Yeah?
- Kathryn, it's gonna be okay.
Snow, it's gone bad.
You gotta get in there, man. Get in there.
Kathryn, we're gonna get you home, okay?
Kathryn.
It's a setup.
There's some guy outside climbing on board.
Kathryn, I just need you to breathe with me.
Listen, I was just doing
what I was supposed...
Kathryn.
Kathryn, look at me.
I really... I... Please...
You said I could trust you.
Listen, I was just gonna... Please.
Bring them back inside.
Come on, Emilie, let's go.
Come on now.
Do something useful.
Go find that man and k*ll him.
I don't wanna see you till it's done.
Why don't we just k*ll that lunatic?
Because he's my brother.
Okay. Hold on, nearly there. Okay, got it.
You need to look around
and you should see a sealed port.
- You got it?
- Yeah, I see it.
Okay. I need you to pull back
on the small quick release.
Right.
Are you in?
Snow.
Snow?
Snow, can you hear me?
Warnock?
There you are.
Come on.
Wait, wait, wait. This way.
We'll be safe here.
Nothing getting through that.
- So what now?
- We wait.
They're sending the Marines.
It won't be long.
Snow, what's going on?
You know, global warming,
some celebrity is getting a boob-job,
Congress is screwing the pooch again.
- You know, same old.
- Snow.
Come on, man.
I mean, what's going on there?
Oh, yeah. Well,
your wildcat smacked me in the head
with a fire extinguisher
and locked herself in some room.
So she's safe. Send the cavalry.
Listen, Snow. You stick to the plan.
You better do your job
or I'll hit you with a Sherman t*nk. Got that?
A Sherman t*nk? Yeah, right.
Toss my caber, Langral.
- I've got other things to do.
- Hey, Snow...
The answer to all our problems
lies behind this door.
Get me a security engineer.
Actually,
bring me two.
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.
You all right?
Yeah.
No.
Hopefully, this will short-circuit me
the inevitable "it can't be done" discussion.
I need this door open.
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.
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.
You gotta trust me on this.
You should just glide right over.
Really?
Snow?
Snow!
Snow, there is no time for hanging around.
What is that?
All channels.
Snow, can you hear me?
Reactivate the torsion.
What is that?
- They're trying to get it open.
- Can they do that?
This may take a bit longer.
That really is unfortunate.
We're gonna need a new engineer.
This one's sprung a leak.
Okay, so that was easy, right?
Are you at the hatch? Snow?
Your two minutes start now.
sh**t me if you want, but I can guarantee
this open if you give me five minutes.
Good sales pitch.
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.
Something happened.
Somehow she found more oxygen,
but that will only give us a minute or so.
Snow, you gotta get in there.
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.
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...
Bingo! Got an induced-pulse.
Seven, six...
- So why is there still counting?
- Not done yet.
Find the Vidadermic labeled "20 ccs."
- Serotonin nor epinephrine.
- 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.
Come on, you're kidding me, right?
Move it around until it locates the thalamus.
It's self-guiding. Then fire it.
Okay.
I'm gonna be sick.
Okay. We've got some activity.
Yeah, we've got activity all right.
She's doing the lambada in here.
- Get some air in there.
- What, mouth to mouth?
Mouth to mouth.
Here we go.
Hey!
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.
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.
Hey, Snow, docs say check Emilie's leg.
Yeah. I'll put it on the to-do list.
You're almost there, buddy.
I understand you're the prison's
communications expert.
I've a job for you.
Bollocks.
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?
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.
You don't have to do that!
A simple "thank you" is enough.
assh*le.
So,
well, we lost them, huh?
Right.
Sorry.
Up you get.
Thank you.
Yuck.
Who are you?
Who sent you?
Your old man did.
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!
- 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?
Did you hear something?
No, I'm just enjoying the silence.
You assh*le.
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 d*ck...
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 g*n.
Don't talk to strangers. sh**t 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?
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.
Thanks.
You're doing great.
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.
- 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.
God, stop!
it stinks!
- Enough!
- There you go.
Wasn't that fun?
- 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?
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?
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?
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.
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.
Dude, you're a dude, okay?
Hey, you! Yeah, you.
You know who we're talking to.
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.
Yeah.
I like your pretty boy buddy.
Does he like to party?
Yeah. Like it's 1999.
Don't you?
You don't know the password.
Then there's a penalty.
Get them!
The door's jammed!
Here, sh**t them, will you?
Jesus, I thought you were a Democrat.
Mace! Come on.
Mace! You son of a bitch.
You Okay?
Okay. Okay.
Bitch, son of a bitch.
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? 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.
Don't let them get away!
Come on. God damn it!
Get them! Over here!
Okay, this way! This way!
Come on.
- Put a light down there.
- Gotta go.
GO, go:
Gotta go!
- Go, go.
- Go, go. Okay. Go.
p*rn horn.
Okay, come on.
Man.
- 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 bitch.
Button.
Son of a bitch.
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.
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.
Yeah, I'm taking the rap for something
I didn't do, okay? I didn't put him here.
Who cares? People die all the time.
It's no big deal.
How many people have d*ed for you
since you got here?
But you're the President's daughter,
so you're worth it, right?
Looks like your little PR trip
got all screwed up.
I came here to ensure that people were being
treated fairly and decently, unlike yourself.
You know, it's easy to be a saint
with nothing on the line.
You wait till you've got a serious sacrifice
to make
and then you'll find out who you really are.
Most people run for cover.
But not you, right?
- No.
- No.
You just sacrifice your friends.
Sorry, hold on.
You're saying that the International
Space Station ran into M.S. One?
No, I'm saying the opposite.
M.S. One
ran into the International Space Station.
I thought it was locked in orbit.
It was controlled by a geo-orbital technician.
And where is this technician?
They blew him out an airlock.
Look, M.S. One is essentially
a big fly-by-wire system.
Without constant monitoring,
it's basically falling out of the sky.
What's the bottom line?
- Best guess?
- Please.
Impact with the Eastern Seaboard
in eight hours.
Can you get me a secure line
to Jack Tallis at Justice?
Bingo.
It's a rescue mission!
That's not a rescue mission.
Come on.
I thought you said there were two seats.
No, two pods! You take this one
and I'll jump in the other one.
- Where's the other one?
- We don't have time for this, okay?
Just get in.
- You are going in the other pod, right?
- I'll be right behind you, don't worry.
Promise me.
Yeah, okay, I promise.
What is your first name?
I'll tell you when we get there.
I'll race you down.
I'll buy you an ice cream.
Sir? We have pod launch on M.S. One.
What do you know!
Your deadbeat friend did it.
This your idea of keeping a promise?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Why'd you get out of the pod?
I realized I might be the only thing
keeping the hostages alive.
Really? How do you figure that?
My father won't authorize an att*ck
with me still here.
Have you actually met your father?
- Don't start that. We have to help them.
- Look, i can't, okay?
I would love to, but I can't.
Mace told me where the case is.
- Bullshit.
- It was the last thing he said.
Really?
So where is it?
You help me, I help you.
Come on!
Or are you all mouth, no trousers?
Fine. You'll believe what you want.
I wasn't going to tell you, but your
standards of sainthood crap won me over.
Okay, wait. Wait.
I'm a lot of trousers, okay?
Smiler!
There's been a change of plan.
We're going to have
a sing-song instead. Okay?
All right, then.
Come back to me
My sweet, my little Emilie
God.
I've not told you the plan, man.
I didn't tell you the plan.
For every three seconds you're not here,
I'm gonna k*ll a man.
Do you understand me now?
So...
Come back to me, my sweet, my little Emilie
Where have you gone?
- Stop!
- Tell me where you are
or I k*ll another one.
- Please stop!
- Emilie.
Hello, sweetheart.
I can hear you're upset there.
I'm bloody upset as well.
I'm sweating like a pig here.
Just stop. I'll do anything you want.
Well, now, you're being silly.
I think you're being silly now.
Let me come and get you.
Tell me where you are and don't lie. Ever.
Emilie, don't.
Stop k*lling people.
You tell me the truth now
and I'll stop sh**ting your friends. Okay?
Level three.
Thank you.
No! God!
No!
Is anybody hiding?
'Cause I'll find you!
It's left.
He was gonna k*ll them all anyway.
I don't really know where the case is.
I just needed you to help me.
Okay.
Yeah.
This is what I was afraid of.
They've been using the prisoners
as guinea pigs.
Yeah, looks like your hostage buddies
are not exactly the innocent victims
you thought they were, huh?
Liars everywhere these days it seems.
Don't move.
God, I hate that.
Hello, you two.
Do you know what you've done?
Turn on the comms.
Sir, comms are live.
All channels.
Snowfall? This is Home fire.
Come in.
Snowfall, this is Home fire.
Come in.
Can we make this a secure channel, please?
- Snow? Snow, are you there?
- Harry, is that you?
Yeah, man. Live and direct.
For one night only. You?
Yeah. Put me on the guest list.
Did we manage to make contact
with our friend?
Affirmative.
And what about the thing that you lost?
- Did our friend come through for us?
- Negative, Harry.
Okay, don't sweat it. Look,
things have kind of gone sideways here.
- You gotta get out.
- I didn't get the girl.
- Ain't that the story of your life?
- Yeah.
From what I'm reading on her vitals here,
it don't look good.
There's no way for you to get back to her
even if she's not already dead.
M. S. One is falling out of the sky, Snow.
You gotta get out.
- Okay.
- Get to dock 9.
There's an ORAM engineering suit there.
Put it on and get outside.
You'll need to float around a bit,
but I'm sending someone by to pick you up.
Okay?
I think I'm just gonna lie here for a while,
- and see if it all goes away.
- No.
All right.
The M.S. One is destabilized.
Let us on board, or we'll be forced to att*ck.
Now. You want to save your skin?
Tell your daddy to call off the as*ault.
Or I will set my brother onto you.
Dad?
Emilie, I'm here.
Emilie?
Are you okay?
Can you hear me?
Sweetheart?
Everyone's dead.
Blow this dump out of the sky.
Well, sh*t.
You get them back.
You hear me? You call them off!
Promises are promises, Smiler!
So be it.
Promises, sweetheart.
Leave her be.
That's it, then.
Sir,
you need to authorize an as*ault.
Emilie's still on the station.
I know this might be difficult, sir,
but she's just one hostage.
She is my daughter.
I know that, sir.
Then you know that I cannot authorize that.
Then I'm sorry, Jeff.
Sorry?
Under Section 4 of the 25th Amendment,
I am temporarily relieving you
of all your duties as the President
of the United States
due to the fact that you are incapable
of placing national security
above personal concerns.
You can't do that. You need vice-presidential
and congressional approval.
Already signed.
You son of a bitch!
Thank you, sir.
Scott! Please.
Don't do this.
You'll k*ll her.
Go. Full breach.
Quarterback? This is Home fire.
Dropkick authorized. Full breach.
Moving into as*ault formation. Weapons live.
Oh, sh*t!
You said that was your promise to me!
Quiet, we can salvage this.
Shut up for a second!
- You said that was a promise to me, man.
- Not now.
You choose him over me.
You leave me behind.
We've a serious problem
and you're shouting about this?
You made me look stupid.
Every time I dig us out...
Mommy said you speak too much.
Who's gonna look after you now?
Families!
Hey, now then, where were we, Smiler?
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.
Come here. Come here!
Bitch!
You're back.
Yeah, well, I wasn't busy.
We should go.
All right,
you need to move down 4.5 degrees.
6 o'clock, all units, 6 o'clock.
Coming in low.
Units two and three, I'm at your left.
Units two and three, 9 o'clock, 9 o'clock.
Taking fire, taking fire, unit 11, taking fire.
Second bomber down.
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.
Fifty feet ahead, then right. Almost there.
- Unit eight, 50 feet!
- Under the g*n!
Twenty-yard line! Drop the baby.
Baby dropped. Confirming, confirming.
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.
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.
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.
Green. Beans.
- 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.
- Where'd you put it?
- Green.
Well, locked, clock.
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.
Green, gloppy, lullaby)'
What briefcase?
I see you.
I see you.
I foresee you.
I foresee you.
I see you
I foresee you.
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?
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?
- Yeah.
- Charlie? Can you grab it?
You know Frank was undercover
when he was k*lled, 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.
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 anymore, 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?
Ignem feram
That was from Frank.
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.
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.
- 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.
Lockout (2012)
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