Dom: Jack, rip that door. (Marcus looks as the door is open.) Marcus: What are you doin’ here? Dom: Getting you out. Here. Put this on. You’ll need it. (Dom throws Marcus a duffle bag with its gear.) Marcus: You could get into a lot of trouble for doin’ this. Dom: Not any more. Things have changed. We better go. Marcus: What about the other prisoners? We can’t just leave them here. Dom: They’re gone. Hoffman pardoned everybody. Marcus: Is that right? Dom: Welcome back to the army, soldier. Marcus: Shit. (At this point you're given an option:) Marcus: Hey. Marcus: Nice. Marcus: You don’t want to know.