Lockout Page #2

and need constant maintenance.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
LM22,

you are on final approach.

Maintain your current

speed and heading.

Can everyone please sign in?

GUARD:
How are you, sir?

There are just a few

basic precautions here.

Won't take long.

Thanks, Sam.

Can I get my holster?

SAM:
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.

MAN ON PA:
All employees in

Sector 4, please stand clear.

Jesus.

BARNES:
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.

GUARD:
Thank you.

Thanks.

Okay?

Yeah, all set.

LANGRAL:
Oh, there you are.

Oh, yeah. I thought

I could smell you coming.

I'm here to tell you

the good news, Snow.

You're finally getting spayed?

Oh, congratulations.

You've been convicted.

First degree murder

and conspiracy

to commit espionage

against the United States.

That's the setup.

Do you want to hear

the punchline?

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 shot Armstrong.

Oh, 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.

(GASPING)

I don't know about you,

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