Escape Plan Page #4

and giving it to the poor.

You've heard

that story before...

I've heard that story.

Yeah.

Now they're trying to find him.

But I'm not gonna help them.

Okay.

So f*** 'em!

Right. F*** 'em.

Portos, don't get killed.

If you say so.

Last time they killed

a guy in here,

they let his body rot

for three days. Hmm.

Oh, and they canceled

the prison dance.

Wouldn't want

to f*** up the prom.

Morning, sir.

That's another

beautiful piece, sir.

You lied to me.

I lied to you?

I'm not sure what...

No, no.

You say nothing.

What am I supposed to tell the

client about the man you killed?

That he just jumped,

like you said?

This isn't a free-for-all. We're

paid to prevent him from jumping.

And I can't get proof

of life from a dead man.

So...

You will be docked

the entire price of the asset.

The entire price of the asset

equals a month of my pay.

Then you're lucky the man you

killed was not high value.

That is all, Drake.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Hey, Portos! Look at this.

There's no sunrise, no sunset, but

still they pray all the time.

Don't you find

that interesting?

Not really.

You look like the kind of a guy

that finds things interesting.

You've done time before?

Allahu Akbar.

Why all the questions?

That's how I learn things.

You really ought

to study somebody else.

Portos!!

What?

Need a favor?

The favor man.

For a man who is

not interested,

you're doing a lot of looking.

What do you need?

I need to get into

the isolation area.

No, you really don't.

Yeah, I really do.

Call it a favor.

Okay?

Okay.

Good. Ah!

That's a favor?

Sometimes favors hurt.

Really?

Come on.

Okay.

Let's see what you can do.

All right.

You hit like a vegetarian.

Do I? You can do

better than that.

Come on.

All right.

Let's see it.

Try this.

Hurt?

That was good.

Look what's coming!

Relax. It's pretend.

Guess boys will be boys.

That's enough.

Ah!

Ah!

Put them

in the box! Now!

You can thank me later.

They knew he was tagged.

Of course they knew. Who do

you think these guys are?

What do you think,

they're a bunch of

yahoos from one of

those BOP facilities?

This is the shadow world. These

guys, they invented this sh*t.

Why do you think

they pay us all that money?

Remember what

the guidelines were.

What the f*** are you talking about?

There are no guidelines.

Now, you call that CIA b*tch.

Hush...

Motherf***er.

All right.

I'll make the call.

Abigail, you got to keep him

away from me, all right?

Give me your arm.

You'll live.

How does a doctor work

in a place like this?

Would you prefer

there wasn't a doctor here?

Where is "here"?

Hey, Doc, let's wrap it up.

Doc...

What did he ask you?

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