Maze Page #2

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Are you hurt?

Message from your son.

Come on.

Get in.

- Gordon not in today?

- Get in the f***ing van!

WARDER:
Ya Fenian scum!

Right.

Listen, my son's talking about

joining the family business.

You want me to get someone to talk to him?

No.

He's mule-headed like me.

If we tell him he can't,

he'll just find some other way.

I need to be out there dealing with this.

You do realise if you escape,

you won't be able to go home.

Ever.

They'll hunt you in every bush

and ditch in the country.

Larry this is Bobby, Bobby, Larry.

So, what have you got?

Right.

Well, what do you need?

Detail. Lots of it.

Eyes and ears. Anyone moving around,

getting an x-ray, peeling spuds, whatever,

they need to remember what they see.

- We'll get on it.

- What else?

I need to find what they missed,

there has to be a flaw.

Why? Because you want one?

Meet my rain cloud,

it follows me around all day.

You know they used to burn

unbelievers at the stake, Oscar.

I'd love you to prove me wrong fellas.

Our block is over here,

and there's another one right behind.

How do you know that?

I hear them out there in their yard.

See? He's using his head.

Now some smart bastard put sweat

and overtime into keeping us in here.

We have to put a hell

of a lot more into getting out.

(MAN WHISTLES)

There was a hit on your warder last night.

He's alive.

Jesus. Who the hell called that?

It was an outside op.

His wife and kid were there.

Well that's just great!

How am I supposed to get him to trust me

if we're trying to blow his brains out.

You're wasting your time with that one.

What do you need him for anyway?

That's them finishing up now, Gordon.

I told you this would happen, didn't I?

I told you to quit.

We can't let the bastards intimidate us,

that's exactly what they want.

Intimidate?

Jesus, Gordon, we're lucky to be alive.

Don't even think about going

back there, do you hear me?

I am... I have to.

No, you don't!

Your brother was the hero, not you,

and look what happened to him.

Come here.

Santa Claus.

Be quick.

In, Marley.

Where's my camera?

Finally seeing the light, Brendan.

- WILLIAM:
Nice shooting, Gordon.

- SENIOR WARDER:
Good man, Gordon.

Which one of you f***ers sent my name out?

Come on, who was it?

Anyone man enough to admit it?

No?

I didn't think so.

Too chicken sh*t the lot of you.

You want us to sort them out for you,

Gordon? Just say the word.

I don't want anything from you.

(MEN WHISTLING)

I'm done.

Prisoner Marley, returning to the wing.

What happened to you

on the outside won't happen again.

Why did you say that?

You know something, you were in on it?

No! You asked if it was

one of us in here. It wasn't.

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