Maximum Conviction Page #2

- I don't know.

All you had to do

was push a goddamn button.

Sounds like

something snapped.

Something snapped?

Is that your professional opinion

or just a wild f***ing guess?

Sh*t, I'm gonna die of old age

in this motherf***er.

Get the truck, pull it out.

We need to take a look.

Pull it out.

(engine starts)

Kill it. Kill it.

-( Engine stops)

- I'm smelling diesel out here.

The truck won't disengage.

Something's definitely stuck

back there.

You might want to call your buddies to

come down here and give you some help.

( Chuckles )

Yeah, good luck with that.

Friday night-- everyone's

packed out till Monday.

Manning:
Sh*t.

I got it.

I'll see what I can do.

(gate buzzes, lock clicks)

Hey, bud, it's Manning.

Hey, listen, we've got an issue

with the garbage truck.

Something's jammed in there

and I'm smelling diesel fumes.

Well, you know, block D

is on the same ventilation system

as maintenance.

Yes, sir, same place you booked in

two assets last night.

F***. I'm gonna head

down there right now.

Anyway, I'll take care of it.

I don't think either of us

is gonna make it out of here tonight.

Wonderful.

I was about to contact you

on the radio, sir.

I'm smelling diesel

down here.

Yeah, I know. I'm moving

the detainees as we speak.

- Where are we gonna put them?

- Unfortunately, block G.

Seriously?

Those f***ing guys are gonna go crazy

when they know about them.

Unfortunately, I don't have

much of a choice.

You know, it's only

for a couple of hours.

Everybody's transferring

out tonight.

So let's just do it.

All right, girls,

let's go for a walk.

Let's see your hands, girls.

Woman:

Please listen to me.

I'm a foreign national.

My government

has no idea where I am.

Cross:
Right.

And you're a political prisoner.

I know.

I've heard that before, man.

Every motherf***er in here

that's wrapped in skin

is a political prisoner.

I'm no idiot, okay?

I know what this place is

and I know where

guys like you come from.

If you don't help me,

then I'm dead.

Went in the boiler room,

grabbed some tools.

I went ahead and shut the heat down

to G block while I was there, FYI.

Sure got some ugly janitors

in this dump.

- Who let the hooker in?

- F*** you.

I did.

You deal with your mess.

I've got a garbage truck with my name

on it waiting for me.

Call me.

It was CIA this time.

Please listen to me.

Look, I'm a courier.

My contact was

assassinated right in--

Cross:

In private.

Woman:

This time it was CIA.

-( Men jeering )

- Look, I'm not bullshitting you.

I'm trying to tell you

that if you don't listen to me,

if you don't help me,

then I'm dead. I'm--

Cross:
You just gotta stop talking

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