Maximum Conviction

MAXIMUM CONVICTION

(camera shutter clicking )

( helicopter blades whirring )

( gate buzzes )

( police radio chatter)

(guards conversing )

( gate buzzes )

Last day.

So it is.

Sorry, boys,

there's been a delay.

Where the f***'s Bradley?

He's taking care of sh*t

at the airport.

We've got a flight

to Mexico City to catch.

Negative.

We've got a delay.

Why don't you guys

hole up in town for a little bit?

There's a nice little bar there.

We'll meet you at 1800 hours.

Got it. I'll tell Bradley

to meet us there.

Until then.

( Both chuckle)

-( distant prisoners shouting )

-( gate buzzes )

Mm, Fields.

Here you go.

Nice.

Hell, something

smells good there.

Mm-hmm.

The woman sure can cook.

You got yourself

a lady in the kitchen?

Maybe.

Well, the way you're eating

that burrito,

you should marry her.

-( laughs )

- Why not?

Nobody cooks

that good, man.

Yeah, but you'd have someone to go

home to every night. Think about it.

I'd just get bored.

Yeah, well, being bored,

that's the secret,

I think-- bored,

but being happy, like me.

You're happy?

Yeah. Don't I look happy?

An exciting life

is a good way

to get yourself killed.

Remember that.

- You heard?

- All right. Hey, you want one?

No way.

( Knocks )

( lock beeps,

door opens )

How are you doing?

Man:
Open it up.

(guards conversing )

HSO team just rolled in.

I said we'd meet them in 10,

at 1300.

Yeah, but oddly enough,

transport still hasn't shown up.

We're waiting

on the marshals again.

We're waiting on

the f***ing bus?

Guess so.

God damn it.

I still can't believe I let you

convince me to come here

to shut down

a couple of bullshit buildings.

I usually make

the mess, brother.

You got me

cleaning this one up.

See, the thing of it is,

you're getting old, man.

I got to let you down easy.

But the thing of it is, when I want

somebody to cover my back,

you're my man.

All our guys-

they're the best.

The way I look at it, you'll be

down in Mexico in the next few days

and there's 4,000 ways

to get killed down there,

so watch your ass.

Thanks for trying

to cheer me up.

( laughs)

Last time was a real

clusterfuck, wasn't it?

- Lost some damn good men.

- Yeah.

Army brass should have never

pulled us out of that shithole.

Man, why do you act

so surprised?

That's the way all these highfalutin

military pricks is, man.

- You know that.

-( gate buzzes )

We're the first guys

that they piss on.

Anyway, next week

you'll get some payback, man.

And speaking of pricks...

Every time I get another stack

of bullshit paperwork,

your fingerprints

are all over it, Cross.

Yeah, I thought your job

was bullshit paperwork.

- Shut up.

- Negative, Warden.

I ain't got to shut up.

Go hide behind your desk.

We're done here.

- No, you're not.

- We kind of are, man,

'cause this b*tch

is fully decommissioned.

I took us off the grid, man--

computers, satellites, phones-

everything.

Transport will be here soon

to get the detainees.

We're done.

No, you booked in two more

high-security assets last night.

You reopened block D

right after you and Manning

permanently shut it down.

See, you have to

understand something-

this is a black site,

specifically designed

for people of interest.

No, no, no, it was a black site,

Cross-- was.

You security contractors-

you're all the same.

You think you're hot sh*t ex-soldiers,

big f***ing heroes.

Well, you're a pain in my ass.

We already had four people

of special interest here.

We don't have enough MP-s

to legally hold

all the f***ing interesting

people we got,

let alone the two

who came in last night.

When you signed those two in last

night, you took authority over them.

That means signing them out

will be your job, not mine.

I would enjoy the process.

Well, the transfer unit's late,

so you're going nowhere

till all the detainees have cleared

the gate on the way out.

( Gate buzzes )

( prisoners shouting )

Step away from the bars.

Detainees, step back.

Let me out!

Detainees, step back.

(man screams)

What the f***?

F***ing liars!

I'm gonna f***ing kill you guys!

I'll f***ing kill you all!

Chow. Bring him in.

F*** you.

I'm not eating that sh*t.

Don't ever touch me.

Code red.

Backup in the courtyard.

Repeat, backup in the courtyard!

Code red.

F***ing killers!

( Man shouting )

Open the courtyard gate.

Open the courtyard.

( Gate buzzes )

What's the problem, man?

What's the problem?

Inmate:
Come on, man.

Want something?

(grunting )

Boss. Okay, boss.

- You all right?

- F*** you.

Sir, I found this kite

in the corridor.

I don't know if the inmates

are trying to communicate,

but I thought

you should know.

All right.

Be cool.

I'ma get you.

F*** you. I'ma get you.

Let me see that.

( Gate buzzes )

Whoa.

The name on the manifest

says Rick.

The name tag says Max.

You want to explain that?

The truck rolled

over his foot yesterday.

Um, I usually work dispatch.

Short-staffed, so...

Almost wrapped up here,

so let's get it done.

Sorry, you know, I was trying

to sneak in a bit of overtime.

Wife's birthday,

you know, coming up.

Why don't we catch up

some other time, all right?

Just get on with your job

so I can get the f*** out of here.

Manning:

Sanders, guard the fort.

(machine whirring)

( metal squeaking )

( metallic rattling )

- Don't tell me you f***ed this up.

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