Maximum Conviction

Last day.

So it is.

Sorry, boys, there's been a delay.

Where the fuck's Bradley?

He's taking care of shit 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.

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.

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.

How are you doing?

Open it up.

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 fucking 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.

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.

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 bitch 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 shit ex-soldiers, big fucking 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 fucking 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.

Step away from the bars.

Detainees, step back.

Let me out!

Detainees, step back.

What the fuck?

Fucking liars!

I'm gonna fucking kill you guys!

I'll fucking kill you all!

Chow. Bring him in.

Fuck you. I'm not eating that shit.

Don't ever touch me.

Code red. Backup in the courtyard.

Repeat, backup in the courtyard! Code red.

Fucking killers!

Open the courtyard gate.

Open the courtyard.

What's the problem, man? What's the problem?

Come on, man. Want something?

Boss. Okay, boss.

You all right? Fuck 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. Fuck you. I'ma get you.

Let me see that.

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 fuck out of here.

Sanders, guard the fort.

Don't tell me you fucked this up. 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 fucking guess?

Shit, I'm gonna die of old age in this motherfucker.

Get the truck, pull it out. We need to take a look.

Pull it out.

Kill it. Kill it.

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.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Friday night... everyone's packed out till Monday.

Shit.

I got it.

I'll see what I can do.

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.

Fuck. 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 fucking 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.

Please listen to me.

I'm a foreign national.

My government has no idea where I am.

Right. And you're a political prisoner.

I know. I've heard that before, man.

Every motherfucker 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? Fuck 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...

In private.

This time it was CIA.