Fortress (1992) - full transcript
A futuristic prison movie. Protagonist and wife are nabbed at a future US emigration point with an illegal baby during population control. The resulting prison experience is the subject of the movie. The prison is a futuristic one run by a private corporation bent on mind control in various ways.
[indistinct radio transmissions]
[indistinct radio transmissions
continue]
Man over P.A: "You will be asked
to step out of your vehicle.
"Please leave the car open
with the keys inside.
"Take all personal belongings
with you to inspection."
Move along.
Move along.
Move along.
Think I'm scared, captain?
You're never scared.
Except when you're scared.
Then I guess you're really scared.
I guess I'm really scared.
Karen: So why don't you just get the hell
outta here...
- and we'll both feel better.
- Yeah, right.
Look, I'm serious here.
I can take this trip alone.
No!
No.
Look at it, Karen, please.
Shit! I don't know why
it keeps doing that.
No matter what you do,
Don't raise your arms above
your shoulders, okay?
Guess I can't salute.
[door opens]
Get out of the car, please.
[sighs]
Okay.
P.A:
"You will be asked to step out of your vehicle.
"Please leave the car open
with your keys inside.
"Take all personal belongings
with you to inspection."
Identification?
Travel authorization to Van Cover?
Granted.
[indistinct
P.A. announcement]
Let me guess. Yours is the little one,
hers is the rest?
Am I right
or am I right?
Travel guard:
I've never known it to fail.
Why do they gotta change clothes
three times in a single day--
[alarm sounds]
We've got a positive here.
Oh, no.
It's gotta be a mistake.
[woman screaming]
Goddamn breeders. Excuse my language,
ma'am. You'd think they'd learn.
- Some never do.
- Ain't that the truth.
- Next.
- Your turn.
[sensor humming]
Guard: Clear.
Proceed.
Hey.
Come on.
Come on.
Inspector:
Undercarriage clear.
Guard:
Clear.
Don't want to leave her
favorite dress behind.
Thanks.
Man, I'm just so tired you know.
We've been driving
all night and--
Hey, this bitch is trying
to get past our machine.
She's got a fucking
flak jacket!
[arm snaps,
guard screams]
P.A:
"Code blue. ordering code blue."
"All units respond
to code blue."
[dog growling, barking]
[dog barking]
- Run! Go! Go!
- No!
[groaning]
You're under arrest!
Stand up and keep your hands
away from your body.
Call the wagon.
Guard:
First runner apprehended.
Second runner,
female, across the bridge.
Male voice from helicopter:
"Hold your position! put your hands..."
"Over your head."
"You are under arrest."
I know this place.
I did a feature on this place.
This place is enormous.
Like your mouth, loco.
It's got no windows.
Zed-10:
"Prisoners, your attention please."
"You are about to enter
the fortress,"
"the privately owned
maximum security prison..."
"operated by the Men-Tel
corporation."
I wasn't supposed to be going here.
I bounced a couple of checks.
For that they give me
maximum security?
The fortress is located
in a secluded desert.
No life can survive here.
Escape is impossible.
Sixty days in here
I gotta do.
That's nada. short term, man.
You're only taking a nap.
I never nap. What'd
they get you for?
My wife was carrying
a second child.
One wasn't
enough?
He died at birth.
They tie her tubes?
They said they did.
Guess we got lucky.
This ain't lucky.
- What'd they give you?
- Thirty-one years.
You're smiling.
- How the fuck can you be smiling?
- She got away.
"You are about to enter
a complete security environment."
"Crime does not pay."
[brakes hiss]
Check bouncer: This place is supposed
to be 30 stories high.
How can it be invisible?
[gasping]
Hey.
Calm down.
Take a deep breath.
Forget him.
He's dead.
He's just scared, okay?
The scared
don't survive inside.
[door closing]
All right, everybody.
Strip...
Now!
Guard:
Let's go.
Zed-10:
"All prisoners, your attention please."
Male voice:
"Welcome to the fortress."
"everything here is the property
of the Men-Tel corporation,"
"including you."
"I am prison director Poe."
"the federal government pays Men-Tel
$27 every day for each one of you."
"They expect us
to put you to use..."
"expanding our facility."
Zed-10:
"Hidden weaponry."
Poe:
"The fortress is alive 24 hours a day."
Take it out of your mouth,
put it in the bin.
Poe:
"Your work shift will be determined..."
"by our computers at 10:00."
"You will learn to live
without day or night."
"These are psychological
security intelligence systems:"
- "PSIS."
- Move it now!
"Your thoughts will be with me..."
"always."
Put your heads in!
Now!
Zed-10:
"Prepare intestinator tagging."
[gasping]
Poe: "You are about to be
outfitted with intestinators,"
"Men-Tel corporation's automatic
behavior control device."
"Observe all rules."
"Be especially observant
of the yellow and red lines."
[gagging]
"Crossing a yellow line will result in pain."
"Crossing a red line
will result in death."
[gasps, gagging]
"Crime does not pay."
[coughing, gagging]
[gasping]
Guard:
"Keep it going."
I have an illness.
It's called claustrophobia.
It's a real illness!
Come on.
Don't do this!
Zed-10: "Remain in line."
"Do not cross
the yellow line."
Listen to me! Nobody listens!
I had a note from my doctor!
- "Yellow is pain."
- I can't stay here!
Will you listen?
Will you please listen to me?
- Anyone!
- "Your intestinator is now in pain mode."
Turn it off! Come on,
you can turn it off!
- Stop! Oh!
- "Do not cross the red line."
"Red is death."
[screaming]
[screaming]
[indistinct screaming]
[intestinator whining]
[screaming]
[men groaning, shouting]
Guard:
Move it out! move it out!
Told you.
Dead on arrival.
Zed-10: "The fortress is the world's
largest underground penitentiary,"
"33 stories deep."
"Please observe the neutron cannons
found at the central core."
"They destroy
only organic matter."
"Prisoners Brennick and Gomez,
get off here, please."
[whistling]
[rumbling]
Zed-10:
"Up these stairs, please."
"Come with me,
please."
Hey, hey, hey, no.
No, no, no fuckin' way!
We're not taking any more in here,
you hear me?
- We got a crowd in here already.
- Zed-10: "Complaining is a violation."
Prisoner:
So is overcrowding.
Zed-10: "Intestination will
commence in five seconds."
- "Four, three--"
- Come on, man.
No.
Come on, man!
All right, all right.
Hey, big mama, come on!
The more the merrier.
I mean-- really, bitch.
Zed-10:
"Five seconds to enter cell."
Come on in.
- What happens if you just walk out there?
- Try it.
What the fuck
is your problem?
[alarm sounding]
Zed-10: "Laser perimeter intrusion."
[laughing]
"Step back, please."
Smart fish.
Very smart.
[laughs]
You know, the two of you gotta pay the rent.
I do my own time.
There's all kinds of time.
Think about it.
You don't pay the rent,
me and Maddox come and get it.
That you?
[laughing]
No.
Maddox is hard to miss.
He's got a "187"
tattooed on his forehead.
Do you know
what "187" means, fish?
Bet it's not your I.Q.
Gomez: 1-8-7.
Murder statute.
He's doin' the big bitch.
So maybe you wanna
pay the rent after all.
Zed-10:
"Sixty seconds to lights out."
Brennick, John.
D-day.
Anywhere you like, man.
Hey, pretty boy.
Your culo's sweet as your face.
Come on, you can bunk with me.
Try it motherfucker and you're dead.
[laughing]
I can wait.
Night, night, sweetie.
[kissing noises]
[wheezing laughter]
Don't dream.
[electronic beeping]
[moaning]
Zed-10:
"You're enjoying this."
Yes, I suppose I am.
"Your function
is to monitor and control."
"We do not observe
for personal pleasure."
[moaning]
You don't understand
pleasure or pain.
I do.
Zed-10:
"It is time for pain."
I'm afraid it is.
Poe's voice: "This is an unauthorized
thought process."
What's the matter, fish?
You got a stomachache?
Indigestion maybe?
[laughing]
[intestinator whining]
[Brennick panting]
What's with him?
Huh?
Oh, he's a ghost.
He got himself mind wiped.
Go ahead.
Tried to escape.
Big mistake.
Mistake is when
you don't make it.
Nobody makes it
out of this place, man.
Don't believe everything
they tell you.
Gomez:
Help! get off me! Stop!
Get the fuck off me,
you bastard!
Stop it!
Leave me alone! Help!
Get off!
Stop it! Help! Get off me, man!
Private party.
Your ass is mine, faggot!
Help me, man!
Come on!
[screaming]
[intestinators whining]
Zed-10:
"Violence will not be tolerated."
"Prisoners Maddox,
Brennick and Gomez,"
"you will only be released
from solitary..."
"when the perpetrator is revealed."
I can't--
I can't stand here anymore.
I can't.
I gotta get outta here, man.
Maddox:
Hey! Then fry, you little fuck!
Come on, man.
You can do it.
Zed-10:
"Are you ready to identify the perpetrator?"
[spits]
[screams]
I gotta get outta here, man.
Think about being strong.
I am.
Maddox: Tell 'em,
- You're dead.
- Shut your mouth.
Gonna shut yours,
permanent.
Zed-10:
"915764, are you ready to identify the perpetrator?"
No. No.
"Who started the incident?"
- [panting]
- [grunts]
It was...
It was...
Zed-10: "Who started the incident?"
- It was...
Brennick:
I did it!
It was me.
Zed-10: "Prisoner Brennick, report to
director Poe immediately."
Sit down, 95763.
- My name is Brennick.
- Of course it is.
Make yourself
comfortable.
I am comfortable.
I believe you're
acquainted with Abraham.
He is the very best...
of our trustees.
I have written some excellent parole
recommendations,
but, in all honesty,
I don't know what I would do...
if Abraham were to leave us.
John Brennick.
The most decorated captain...
in the history
of the Black Berets.
Yet you quit in disgrace,
didn't you?
Lost an entire platoon,
I believe.
No business of yours!
So touchy.
I suppose
that's understandable.
Still...
you would not want to lose this particular
former soldier, would you?
[women chattering]
-[monitor beeping]
-Woman: Let's go.
We caught her before she reached
the far side of the bridge.
The law is clear.
One child per woman.
We live on a very small
and fragile planet.
We must maintain
the population balance.
Abortion is illegal, and that
leaves only one alternative.
Oh, she is so beautiful.
Intestinate
Karen Brennick.
Zed-10: "Intestination commencement."
Brennick: You bastard!
Poe: Zed.
[screaming]
I don't think you realize
your predicament, Brennick.
[intestinator whining]
Poe: You have nothing.
You have nowhere to hide.
[groaning]
You are nothing.
I fucked up.
I couldn't handle it, man.
I know.
Brennick: Better watch yourself.
Oh, yeah.
Hey.
Where's the women's section?
Don't even think about it.
Why? You gonna give
your boss a report?
He's got his little sisters.
He don't need me.
Where's the women's section?
I am not going to die inside.
You die right here
if you don't tell me.
Ain't that a bitch.
two days. Two fucking days,
and you're just like
everybody else in here.
- You didn't answer my question.
- Fuck you.
Levels A and B.
[woman gasping, crying]
- What is it?
- The baby's kicking.
I can feel her kicking.
That's fine.
It's natural.
[sobbing]
I just wanna hold my baby
for a little while.
I know I can't keep her,
but just to see her
open her eyes.
[crying]
Oh, I know.
[gasping]
I'm not gonna let them
take my baby.
Zed-10:
"Remove number 74270."
Oh, no.
[groans]
Get her!
Stop her!
Grab her.
[woman screaming]
- Into the operating room.
- No!
Ease up there.
Come on, take it easy.
[crying]
No! No!
Zed-10: "Your babies are the property
of the Men-Tel corporation."
"Crime does not pay."
Rise and fucking shine,
asshole!
[groaning]
Man: Stay down.
[screaming]
[groans]
"Laser perimeter intrusion. Step back please."
Ow!
Come on! Come on!
Get him!
Hey!
Zed-10: "Shall I intestinate?"
No.
- Come on!
- Kill him!
[yelling]
[prisoners cheer]
- Get him!
- Fuck with him!
[roaring]
[indistinct cheering]
[screaming]
[bones crunching]
Retract the bridge.
Come on! Get him!
- Get him!
- Come on!
[cheering]
Poe:
"42910 is no longer of any use."
"I have a death warrant
in his name."
"Execute it, 95763."
"That is an order."
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[prisoners cheering]
- Brennick! Brennick!
- John!
[chanting]
Brennick! Brennick!
- [gasping]
- Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick!
Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
[sighs]
[chanting] Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick, Brennick.
Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
Your sentimentality is touching,
"But quite foolish, Brennick."
"Prisoners,
a demonstration."
Let 'em go! Now!
Yeah!
[electronic beeping]
You fucking asshole!
John!
Poe:
Hold your fire, Zed.
Intestinate John Brennick.
[screaming]
- Extend the intestination.
- [groaning, screaming]
[groaning]
- [groaning]
- Come on! Karen, come on!
Zed-10: "Take John Brennick
to isolation to await punishment."
"Disobedience will not be tolerated."
[panting]
I owe you an apology.
Not necessary.
Nino.
Come on, man.
Let's go.
Come on!
Move out!
Oh, shit, man!
Look at--
oh, man!
Black fucking beauties.
Hey!
This is Brennick's bed now.
Oh, yeah?
Since when?
Since your friend got blasted
by the splatter gun ... dickhead.
You look awful.
- That bad?
- Worse.
I was clumsy.
I ran into a brick wall.
- Only the wall was moving.
- [laughs]
- Poe says I should tell you to cooperate.
- You just told me.
He says I should tell you...
- It's gonna be very bad if you don't.
- No kidding.
He says I should tell you if I care about you at all,
I would beg you to listen.
What do you say?
I want my husband.
[sighs]
You've got him.
John, no matter what you do,
I'll never not love you.
You're real lousy at goodbyes.
You know that?
I've always have been.
[heartbeating]
Zed-10: "Commence procedure."
[whirring]
[laughing]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[baby crying]
No!
John, help me!
please!
[Brennick screaming]
Nooooooo!
[screaming]
♪♪♪♪ [classical]
He's been in there
for three days...
and no one
has ever lasted four.
There's a first time
for everything.
- It is in your power to stop his pain.
- But there's a price.
♪♪♪♪ [classical continues]
I want you to live here.
[clears throat] To share my quarters
for the remainder of your stay.
Why me?
Why does this music
give me pleasure?
I don't know. I skipped
music appreciation.
I'm...
looking for a companion.
I'm not real friendly to anyone
who tortures my husband.
[electronic blip, Brennick groaning]
[groaning continues]
Stop it!
- [Brennick gasping]
- Stop it!
Yes.
- What?
- Yes, bastard! Just let him go!
[Brennick groaning]
Release John Brennick
from mind wipe.
Return him to his cell.
[drops shoes]
Mother of God!
What have they done to him?
D-day: He's a ghost, man.
He's gone.
Bullshit, man!
He's breathing!
The mind is dead.
The body just don't know it yet.
- Welcome home, baby.
Zed-10: "Shall I intestinate?"
Just a moment longer, Zed.
[moaning]
This is a fascinating dream.
Quite constructive.
Regarding...
the prisoner's psychology.
Zed-10:
"The presence of the Brennick woman..."
"is causing you to act
in a nonprofessional manner."
Poe: None of your business.
[moaning continues]
Zed-10:
"Her presence is a direct violation."
I make my own decisions, Zed.
Zed-10: "Shall I intestinate?"
[clears throat]
"This is an unauthorized thought process."
[computer beeps]
It's a very advanced
model, isn't it?
Yes.
You were a, uh,
Computer technician in the army.
I never got near anything
as powerful as Zed.
Of course not.
No one has.
Don't touch her!
Zed, seal control.
If I ever see you so much as lay
a finger on her keyboard...
or utter a single voice command,
you and your child will feel a
pain unknown in human history.
Don't touch him, asshole!
You motherfuck--
What the fuck does he care? He did it
to his own fuckin' self!
No! They did it!
And what are you
gonna do about it?
Yeah, right.
[machinery hissing]
[hissing continues]
[hissing continues]
[gasps]
- What are you?
- I am enhanced.
You're not human.
You're--
A monster?
A freak?
[hissing stops]
The Men-Tel corporation
has transformed me...
into a more
efficient human being.
Once a month I absorb amino acids,
wasting neither food nor fuel.
When my kind are in the majority,
there will be no more world hunger,
no overpopulation.
You don't sleep.
You don't eat.
You can't make love, can you?
But I can love.
Are there others
like you?
Not many as advanced, but yes.
I was one of Men-Tel's first babies.
- It was very special.
- Oh, my God! You're what they do with our babies!
Of course.
I saw your wife, cap.
I saw Karen.
She's getting larger.
You can tell she's pregnant now.
She felt the baby move.
Your baby.
No, no.
You know I cannot.
Oh...
I know.
But have you ever tried?
This is very special.
Huh.
I wonder why I've never
tried this before.
How do you feel?
Very happy.
[glass shatters]
[keyboard beeping]
Zed-10:
"Why aren't you in voice mode?"
[keyboard beeping]
"Proceed,
director Poe."
[keyboard beeping]
[keyboard beeping]
Johnny.
[electronic beeping]
[groans]
[gasping]
Johnny.
[keyboard beeping]
Come here, Johnny.
Come here.
Come here, Johnny.
[panting]
[glass vase clanks]
- [keyboard beeping]
- [Brennick moaning]
You don't have to be afraid.
Karen.
- That's it.
- [gasping]
John.
[gasps]
[keyboard beeping]
I'm right here, John.
- Poe: Karen!
- [Karen gasps]
Karen, where are you?
I'm right here.
I must...
be more moderate...
in the future.
Zed-10: "Good morning,
cell block orange, Level F."
"Thirty minutes
before reporting for work."
Somebody...
get Brennick up.
I'm awake.
- Holy fuck, you're alive!
- Shh!
- How long was I out?
- Four months.
D-day: No, it's true, man.
You were long gone.
[laughing]
All right.
Oh!
Whoa.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Wait a minute.
I've been in here that long?
Karen's getting near term.
- Don't worry about that. She's all right.
- Did you see her?
Are you strong enough
for the truth?
Karen moved
into Poe's quarters.
That's why he didn't kill you.
No!
She saved herself.
She's closer to the way out.
- You'll never get in there.
- You do.
That's my job.
I thought I made it
clear to you...
I got a parole to worry about.
I'm not gonna jeopardize that...
so you can play
some great escape bullshit!
I'm not playing.
We need to talk.
- Talk's dangerous.
- That's right, it is.
I've been talking
to your husband.
I'm John's cell mate.
All this time you
could have told me--
All this time
he has been like a zombie.
Just staring into space
like nothing was there.
Until today.
It worked?
It worked!
Oh, thank God!
I don't know what you did,
but now he's planning an escape.
Now, nobody has ever
gotten out of here.
He's a good man.
I don't want to see him die.
He won't die.
not if I help him.
[laughs] I don't know how, but this
is gonna get Karen out.
Let me see that,
captain.
I know about these things.
Let me see it.
I'm gonna have to
take it apart, but--
Can you put it
back together?
Oh, man, machines
love me, man.
I can take it apart,
put it back, make it tick, yeah.
It's what I did in the world, man.
Mechanic?
No, no, explosives.
First Intercontinental Bank building.
I blew that safe like
it was fuckin' butter!
The only problem was my partners didn't
appreciate my work.
- Turned my ass in.
- Why?
Well, shit, man,
I blew up the money!
Don't fuck it up.
[electronic beeping]
Poe: New pods will be
completed next month.
Zed-10:
"We are still behind schedule."
We've had some problems
with the bedrock.
Zed-10: "Five new levels must be ready
by the end of the year."
Poe: Yes, yes, yes.
I am aware of that.
[keyboard beeping]
Reset your clock, Zed.
All work hours
are now 93 minutes.
Zed-10:
"Confirmed."
What are you doing awake?
[sighs]
I couldn't sleep.
[yawning]
For the sake of our baby,
You must get your rest.
D-day:
Wow!
Oh, man!
Oh, man!
Shit. Shit!
Jesus!
- What? - This thing is amazing,
captain. She's beautiful.
This thing is a work of genius.
Look at this. Look right here.
This a series of micros.
That's your pain mode.
This thing here is a macro.
That kills ya.
Look at this itty-bitty thing on top.
That's your nerve clip.
I need you to put it
back together.
Well, I'm--
I'm working on it, man.
And get it out of me.
Look, captain.
I may be able to set off a series
of charges in this thing...
And cause you to throw it up, but...
The major drawback on that is that
this bitch is highly sensitive, man.
We're talkin' TNT on PMS.
- You mean it would kill me?
- Definite possibility.
Find another way.
Maybe there is
no other way.
Wrong answer.
Try again.
If I get it--
When you get it.
When I get it,
I'm going with you, man.
Look, I'm having fun, man.
I'm enjoying myself.
You know how long it's been
since I had any fun?
- Going out won't be fun.
- No, but man...
It's gonna be a trip.
All you've got to do
is take it to him.
All? All?
Fuck the dumb shit.
That is a pretty big "all".
Look, I know it's dangerous,
but I'm asking you anyway.
Say I don't get mind wiped.
What's gonna happen to my parole?
Truth is, you're not gonna get a
parole and you know it.
You hold on to the hope
because you're a man.
Because you keep something inside
of you none of them can touch.
But this is your chance
to fight back.
Fight for who?
You? Your husband?
I've never begged
before in my life.
Please, Abraham.
Please.
If you won't do this for me,
Do this for my baby.
- I gotta get this back before he finds out.
Nino: What is it?
It's a map. Haven't you guys ever seen
a holographic lens before?
The only problem is, we need a laser
to make this thing work.
- We got a laser.
- You gonna stick your hand in there?
Now that's entertainment.
We need something to hold it.
Hey, wait a minute.
Take that.
We got somethin'.
[pops out lens]
[beeping]
I'll be Goddamn!
Whoa!
Look.
This could be a way out.
[sizzling]
ow! ow!
- Hold it steady!
- Sorry, man.
This thing's just heatin' up.
Sorry.
[humming]
We go in through the construction area here.
Through this heating pipe.
See?
It feeds into this utility shaft
which goes all the way up--
[sizzling] Oh!
Wait a second. Ow!
Shit!
If we don't get that fuckin' lens,
we're all dead.
- Fuck the lens, I need my glasses.
- Move over.
[grunting]
Did ya get it, man?
- [Brennick screams]
- [alarm sounding]
Zed-10: "Laser parameter intrusion.
Step back, please."
Shit, man,
don't you hurt?
Yeah!
How's the lens?
It's fine.
The motherfucker's fine.
Whoa!
You should see what you fools
look like through this thing, man.
[wheezing laughter]
Wow!
I want you...
to divorce your husband.
That's not part
of our bargain.
Poe: He will never leave this place.
You will never see him again.
He's become a cog
in the fortress's grand design.
- Let me show you.
- [clinking]
[whirring, beeping]
Your husband is but one of many whose only
reason for being is the expansion of our facility.
Here.
[beeping]
- Have you touched this?
- No.
Uh, I noticed there was some dust on the lens,
so I thought it would be best if I clean it.
You fool!
You smudged it!
- Do you know what it will cost to repair this map?
- I beg your indulgence.
- This will have a bearing on your parole!
- I'm sorry.
Divorce your husband.
Marry me...
and I will request permission
from the Men-Tel corporation...
to raise the child as my own.
I'm telling you,
I will not enhance your child.
Does this mean nothing?
And John?
I will set him free.
Karen has to tell the man
yes or no by tomorrow night.
Good.
We go tomorrow morning.
Hey, time's up!
I think I got it, man.
Check this out.
Right there.
Now look.
- Look at that, man. It's a magnetic detonator.
- So?
Didn't you go
to grade school, man?
You get a couple of magnets, put a piece
of paper in the middle, you move one--
You can pull it out of us.
Well, yeah, in theory.
I mean, I haven't tried it yet. I may set this thing
off, give this cell a coat of red paint.
- I don't know.
- Let's find out.
- You mean, like right now?
- You got a better time?
No, man! You turn into a burrito and
what happens to the rest of us?
Try me.
I'm goin' with you.
No way.
Look, you gonna do it,
or what?
Okay.
Uh,
this might hurt a little bit, okay?
Where are you, man?
- [creaking, gurgling]
- Shit.
D-day:
This is it.
[grunting]
Shit! Quit fuckin' around, you asshole.
Shit! God--
[gagging]
Goddamnit, get this thing out of me!
Asshole!
Hey, no hurry,
no worry.
Stop fooling around!
Get the damn thing out of him!
Hey, man!
Who's fooling around?
I can't get this thing.
It's stuck.
It's stuck.
I can't--
Come here.
[gagging]
It's okay.
Okay, my turn.
All right, man.
Somebody take notes.
After I finish with the rest of you, I'm
not gonna be able to do this on myself.
I'll do it to you...
after you do it to me.
- What about your parole?
- Parole? Bullshit.
It's time I woke up.
I'm going with you.
No, it's too much
of a risk.
Afraid?
Afraid you'll lose us
like you lost your platoon?
I don't ever
want to be responsible...
for another man's life again.
Hey, man, I'll speak for myself.
But it's better to die trying
than to die in here.
Right on, man.
Fuckin'-a.
I haven't dreamt in 40 years.
John Brennick is thoroughly rehabilitated...
and is hereby granted a full pardon.
He is therefore free to leave the fortress--
Zed-10: "Before completing the document, there is
something you must see in central control."
Not now, Zed.
"I insist."
- Well?
- "Please observe."
How dare you spy on my quarters!
"A report has been filed with
the Men-Tel board of directors."
"You are being relieved
of all responsibility."
"Your replacement will be here
within 24 hours."
"Until then you are confined to quarters."
Confined to quarters.
I've never left these quarters
in my entire life.
"You are the property
of the Men-Tel corporation."
I am the director
of this institution!
"You will please leave central control."
"Crime does not pay."
[grunting]
Fight!
[indistinct yelling]
Zed-10:
"Construction area altercation."
- "Prisoners Maddox, Brennick,"
- Maddox?
- "Stiggs, Gomez."
- That's impossible.
- "Intestination will commence in five seconds."
- No!
- Zed! No!
- "Four, Three,"
- Maddox is dead!
- "Two, One.'
[indistinct shouting]
Let's go, come on!
Stiggs: Go, go, go, go!
Come on, get in there!
Zed, they're escaping
and you will be responsible!
Do you know what they will do to you? You will
be lucky if you end up a Speak & Spell!
"Mass intestination!
pain mode!"
[screaming]
They're in the pipe.
Open steam valves and clear the construction site.
Activate the strike clones.
- Shit, man, I thought this was the way out of here!
- It is the way out!
Stiggs: Not through that!
Come on!
Brennick: Get outta here!
Come on, move, move!
Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
[screaming]
Poe over P.A:
"Attention prisoners.
"Surrender immediately
and you will not be harmed.
"Prisoner Brennick.
I have your wife.
"You have ten seconds
to surrender."
- Don't do it, man!
- Fuck you!
- This is our only chance.
- Hey, man, you go, you're dead!
- I'm not gonna be boiled alive down here!
- No! Stay down, man!
- Get away from me! I'm comin' out!
- No!
[gunshots]
[grunting]
- [gurgling]
- Jeez!
This way.
Oh, Jesus!
Come on.
We're outta here.
Zed warned me that our relationship was not in
the best interests of Men-Tel.
I ignored her.
Foolish me.
- Get out of the way.
- Intestinate Abraham, please.
[beeping]
Aaah!
[humming]
[gasps]
Now get the fuck
out of the way!
[grunts]
No!
[humming]
[grunts]
[whimpering]
Wha-what the fuck
is it?
Oh, this thing is incredible! They've taken a
person and wired him into the mainframe!
- The perfect soldier.
- Nerve-capable firing pins!
[grunting]
Oh, the shit they're comin' up
with these days!
Oh!
[coughing]
Yuck!
Aagh!
Let's move.
Aaah!
Take cover!
Zed-10:
"Activate second strike team."
"Accelerate strike clone
reaction time!"
[both coughing]
Brennick:
This way!
Uuh!
Aah!
[yelling]
Splatter gun
to construction level.
Captain!
I can't see, man!
I'm blind as a bat!
Oh, shit!
Captain!
Where are ya, man?
Captain!
Is that you?
I can't see!
Where are you?
Captain!
Nino! Let's go!
Come on!
Poe: Shoot them, Zed!
Zed-10: "Cannot lock on target without intestinators."
Poe:
Get that gun out of there!
Get me outta here!
We're taking the express! come on!
- Where's Nino?
- Come on, man!
[yelling]
[cheering]
[beeping]
Where are they, Zed?
Zed-10: "No visible recognition."
[cheering continues]
Come on, move.
Move!
Brennick.
You gonna pay,
you bastard.
Karen! Karen!
- Where is she?
- You want to see your wife?
Operating Room A.
[electronic chirp]
[Karen screaming over speaker]
"No! No!"
"No, no, no!"
"No! No!"
Poe:
You see, in this operation...
- "John!"
- Only the child survives.
Release me or she dies.
Tell them to stop!
Karen:
"John!"
Now!
Zed, cease delivery.
Zed-10: "I'm sorry.
I do not recognize the command."
Zed, please!
"Men-Tel will not negotiate
during a hostage situation."
- Oh, shit.
Karen: "No!"
Okay, we're going to the operating room now!
Come on!
Zed-10: "Hold."
- No!
- "I cannot allow you to put the fortress in jeopardy."
- Watch out!
[both panting]
What's goin' on, man?
[beeping]
Zed-10: "You're trapped here, Brennick. A
team of strike clones are on the way."
"There is no escape."
[grunting]
Captain! Get me
to the computer keyboard, man.
Big mama's the one who's runnin' this show.
She's the one we gotta fuck up.
Okay.
All right.
Here goes nothin', man.
A feedback virus, man.
[beeps]
In-fucking-capacitating.
Okay.
[Karen gasping]
D-day:
Okay.
Okay!
Aaah!
[buzzing]
No! No!
[whimpering]
No! No! No!
[Zed-10 voices overlapping]
Oh, Mary, mother of God.
Stop it!
[sirens wailing]
We gotta move out.
I'll meet you in transport. We're getting out
the way we came in.
Surgeon: What's goin' on?
Some light over here!
- No!
Surgeon: Hold her down! Hold her!
[sirens continue]
John!
- Karen!
Karen: I'm in here, John!
- [Karen screaming]
- Surgeon: There's a malfunction! Hold her!
[men grunting]
[screaming]
I'm in here, John!
[men yelling indistinctly]
Let her go!
[gasping]
[indistinct shouting]
Come on, man!
Come on!
[screaming]
[shouting]
It's dead.
Move over.
[Karen grunting]
[engine starting]
Okay, now the door.
We gotta open the door.
There's gotta be an emergency override.
Come on, come on.
You did it!
All right!
Karen: Oh, Jesus!
Brennick: What is it?
Karen: My water's broken.
Nino: She havin' the baby!
You gotta pull over, man.
Brennick: Not until we cross the border.
Try to hang on!
Karen: If that pain would get back in there.
Oh! The contractions are coming closer.
We gotta stop.
There's somethin' over there.
[birds chirping]
[Karen moaning, gasping]
I'm never gonna have this baby.
It's never going to come.
Yeah, right.
Nino:
Hey, I'll be right back.
I'm gonna look for a blanket.
[whirring, beeping]
- Brennick!
- [engine starting, revving]
Brennick, watch out!
Get outta there!
[beeping]
[gasping]
[screaming]
Zed-10:
"Crime does not pay."
[voice slowing down]
"Crime does not pay."
Karen!
[voice echoing]
No!
[baby crying]
[baby crying]
[cooing]
[cooing]
[indistinct radio transmissions
continue]
Man over P.A: "You will be asked
to step out of your vehicle.
"Please leave the car open
with the keys inside.
"Take all personal belongings
with you to inspection."
Move along.
Move along.
Move along.
Think I'm scared, captain?
You're never scared.
Except when you're scared.
Then I guess you're really scared.
I guess I'm really scared.
Karen: So why don't you just get the hell
outta here...
- and we'll both feel better.
- Yeah, right.
Look, I'm serious here.
I can take this trip alone.
No!
No.
Look at it, Karen, please.
Shit! I don't know why
it keeps doing that.
No matter what you do,
Don't raise your arms above
your shoulders, okay?
Guess I can't salute.
[door opens]
Get out of the car, please.
[sighs]
Okay.
P.A:
"You will be asked to step out of your vehicle.
"Please leave the car open
with your keys inside.
"Take all personal belongings
with you to inspection."
Identification?
Travel authorization to Van Cover?
Granted.
[indistinct
P.A. announcement]
Let me guess. Yours is the little one,
hers is the rest?
Am I right
or am I right?
Travel guard:
I've never known it to fail.
Why do they gotta change clothes
three times in a single day--
[alarm sounds]
We've got a positive here.
Oh, no.
It's gotta be a mistake.
[woman screaming]
Goddamn breeders. Excuse my language,
ma'am. You'd think they'd learn.
- Some never do.
- Ain't that the truth.
- Next.
- Your turn.
[sensor humming]
Guard: Clear.
Proceed.
Hey.
Come on.
Come on.
Inspector:
Undercarriage clear.
Guard:
Clear.
Don't want to leave her
favorite dress behind.
Thanks.
Man, I'm just so tired you know.
We've been driving
all night and--
Hey, this bitch is trying
to get past our machine.
She's got a fucking
flak jacket!
[arm snaps,
guard screams]
P.A:
"Code blue. ordering code blue."
"All units respond
to code blue."
[dog growling, barking]
[dog barking]
- Run! Go! Go!
- No!
[groaning]
You're under arrest!
Stand up and keep your hands
away from your body.
Call the wagon.
Guard:
First runner apprehended.
Second runner,
female, across the bridge.
Male voice from helicopter:
"Hold your position! put your hands..."
"Over your head."
"You are under arrest."
I know this place.
I did a feature on this place.
This place is enormous.
Like your mouth, loco.
It's got no windows.
Zed-10:
"Prisoners, your attention please."
"You are about to enter
the fortress,"
"the privately owned
maximum security prison..."
"operated by the Men-Tel
corporation."
I wasn't supposed to be going here.
I bounced a couple of checks.
For that they give me
maximum security?
The fortress is located
in a secluded desert.
No life can survive here.
Escape is impossible.
Sixty days in here
I gotta do.
That's nada. short term, man.
You're only taking a nap.
I never nap. What'd
they get you for?
My wife was carrying
a second child.
One wasn't
enough?
He died at birth.
They tie her tubes?
They said they did.
Guess we got lucky.
This ain't lucky.
- What'd they give you?
- Thirty-one years.
You're smiling.
- How the fuck can you be smiling?
- She got away.
"You are about to enter
a complete security environment."
"Crime does not pay."
[brakes hiss]
Check bouncer: This place is supposed
to be 30 stories high.
How can it be invisible?
[gasping]
Hey.
Calm down.
Take a deep breath.
Forget him.
He's dead.
He's just scared, okay?
The scared
don't survive inside.
[door closing]
All right, everybody.
Strip...
Now!
Guard:
Let's go.
Zed-10:
"All prisoners, your attention please."
Male voice:
"Welcome to the fortress."
"everything here is the property
of the Men-Tel corporation,"
"including you."
"I am prison director Poe."
"the federal government pays Men-Tel
$27 every day for each one of you."
"They expect us
to put you to use..."
"expanding our facility."
Zed-10:
"Hidden weaponry."
Poe:
"The fortress is alive 24 hours a day."
Take it out of your mouth,
put it in the bin.
Poe:
"Your work shift will be determined..."
"by our computers at 10:00."
"You will learn to live
without day or night."
"These are psychological
security intelligence systems:"
- "PSIS."
- Move it now!
"Your thoughts will be with me..."
"always."
Put your heads in!
Now!
Zed-10:
"Prepare intestinator tagging."
[gasping]
Poe: "You are about to be
outfitted with intestinators,"
"Men-Tel corporation's automatic
behavior control device."
"Observe all rules."
"Be especially observant
of the yellow and red lines."
[gagging]
"Crossing a yellow line will result in pain."
"Crossing a red line
will result in death."
[gasps, gagging]
"Crime does not pay."
[coughing, gagging]
[gasping]
Guard:
"Keep it going."
I have an illness.
It's called claustrophobia.
It's a real illness!
Come on.
Don't do this!
Zed-10: "Remain in line."
"Do not cross
the yellow line."
Listen to me! Nobody listens!
I had a note from my doctor!
- "Yellow is pain."
- I can't stay here!
Will you listen?
Will you please listen to me?
- Anyone!
- "Your intestinator is now in pain mode."
Turn it off! Come on,
you can turn it off!
- Stop! Oh!
- "Do not cross the red line."
"Red is death."
[screaming]
[screaming]
[indistinct screaming]
[intestinator whining]
[screaming]
[men groaning, shouting]
Guard:
Move it out! move it out!
Told you.
Dead on arrival.
Zed-10: "The fortress is the world's
largest underground penitentiary,"
"33 stories deep."
"Please observe the neutron cannons
found at the central core."
"They destroy
only organic matter."
"Prisoners Brennick and Gomez,
get off here, please."
[whistling]
[rumbling]
Zed-10:
"Up these stairs, please."
"Come with me,
please."
Hey, hey, hey, no.
No, no, no fuckin' way!
We're not taking any more in here,
you hear me?
- We got a crowd in here already.
- Zed-10: "Complaining is a violation."
Prisoner:
So is overcrowding.
Zed-10: "Intestination will
commence in five seconds."
- "Four, three--"
- Come on, man.
No.
Come on, man!
All right, all right.
Hey, big mama, come on!
The more the merrier.
I mean-- really, bitch.
Zed-10:
"Five seconds to enter cell."
Come on in.
- What happens if you just walk out there?
- Try it.
What the fuck
is your problem?
[alarm sounding]
Zed-10: "Laser perimeter intrusion."
[laughing]
"Step back, please."
Smart fish.
Very smart.
[laughs]
You know, the two of you gotta pay the rent.
I do my own time.
There's all kinds of time.
Think about it.
You don't pay the rent,
me and Maddox come and get it.
That you?
[laughing]
No.
Maddox is hard to miss.
He's got a "187"
tattooed on his forehead.
Do you know
what "187" means, fish?
Bet it's not your I.Q.
Gomez: 1-8-7.
Murder statute.
He's doin' the big bitch.
So maybe you wanna
pay the rent after all.
Zed-10:
"Sixty seconds to lights out."
Brennick, John.
D-day.
Anywhere you like, man.
Hey, pretty boy.
Your culo's sweet as your face.
Come on, you can bunk with me.
Try it motherfucker and you're dead.
[laughing]
I can wait.
Night, night, sweetie.
[kissing noises]
[wheezing laughter]
Don't dream.
[electronic beeping]
[moaning]
Zed-10:
"You're enjoying this."
Yes, I suppose I am.
"Your function
is to monitor and control."
"We do not observe
for personal pleasure."
[moaning]
You don't understand
pleasure or pain.
I do.
Zed-10:
"It is time for pain."
I'm afraid it is.
Poe's voice: "This is an unauthorized
thought process."
What's the matter, fish?
You got a stomachache?
Indigestion maybe?
[laughing]
[intestinator whining]
[Brennick panting]
What's with him?
Huh?
Oh, he's a ghost.
He got himself mind wiped.
Go ahead.
Tried to escape.
Big mistake.
Mistake is when
you don't make it.
Nobody makes it
out of this place, man.
Don't believe everything
they tell you.
Gomez:
Help! get off me! Stop!
Get the fuck off me,
you bastard!
Stop it!
Leave me alone! Help!
Get off!
Stop it! Help! Get off me, man!
Private party.
Your ass is mine, faggot!
Help me, man!
Come on!
[screaming]
[intestinators whining]
Zed-10:
"Violence will not be tolerated."
"Prisoners Maddox,
Brennick and Gomez,"
"you will only be released
from solitary..."
"when the perpetrator is revealed."
I can't--
I can't stand here anymore.
I can't.
I gotta get outta here, man.
Maddox:
Hey! Then fry, you little fuck!
Come on, man.
You can do it.
Zed-10:
"Are you ready to identify the perpetrator?"
[spits]
[screams]
I gotta get outta here, man.
Think about being strong.
I am.
Maddox: Tell 'em,
- You're dead.
- Shut your mouth.
Gonna shut yours,
permanent.
Zed-10:
"915764, are you ready to identify the perpetrator?"
No. No.
"Who started the incident?"
- [panting]
- [grunts]
It was...
It was...
Zed-10: "Who started the incident?"
- It was...
Brennick:
I did it!
It was me.
Zed-10: "Prisoner Brennick, report to
director Poe immediately."
Sit down, 95763.
- My name is Brennick.
- Of course it is.
Make yourself
comfortable.
I am comfortable.
I believe you're
acquainted with Abraham.
He is the very best...
of our trustees.
I have written some excellent parole
recommendations,
but, in all honesty,
I don't know what I would do...
if Abraham were to leave us.
John Brennick.
The most decorated captain...
in the history
of the Black Berets.
Yet you quit in disgrace,
didn't you?
Lost an entire platoon,
I believe.
No business of yours!
So touchy.
I suppose
that's understandable.
Still...
you would not want to lose this particular
former soldier, would you?
[women chattering]
-[monitor beeping]
-Woman: Let's go.
We caught her before she reached
the far side of the bridge.
The law is clear.
One child per woman.
We live on a very small
and fragile planet.
We must maintain
the population balance.
Abortion is illegal, and that
leaves only one alternative.
Oh, she is so beautiful.
Intestinate
Karen Brennick.
Zed-10: "Intestination commencement."
Brennick: You bastard!
Poe: Zed.
[screaming]
I don't think you realize
your predicament, Brennick.
[intestinator whining]
Poe: You have nothing.
You have nowhere to hide.
[groaning]
You are nothing.
I fucked up.
I couldn't handle it, man.
I know.
Brennick: Better watch yourself.
Oh, yeah.
Hey.
Where's the women's section?
Don't even think about it.
Why? You gonna give
your boss a report?
He's got his little sisters.
He don't need me.
Where's the women's section?
I am not going to die inside.
You die right here
if you don't tell me.
Ain't that a bitch.
two days. Two fucking days,
and you're just like
everybody else in here.
- You didn't answer my question.
- Fuck you.
Levels A and B.
[woman gasping, crying]
- What is it?
- The baby's kicking.
I can feel her kicking.
That's fine.
It's natural.
[sobbing]
I just wanna hold my baby
for a little while.
I know I can't keep her,
but just to see her
open her eyes.
[crying]
Oh, I know.
[gasping]
I'm not gonna let them
take my baby.
Zed-10:
"Remove number 74270."
Oh, no.
[groans]
Get her!
Stop her!
Grab her.
[woman screaming]
- Into the operating room.
- No!
Ease up there.
Come on, take it easy.
[crying]
No! No!
Zed-10: "Your babies are the property
of the Men-Tel corporation."
"Crime does not pay."
Rise and fucking shine,
asshole!
[groaning]
Man: Stay down.
[screaming]
[groans]
"Laser perimeter intrusion. Step back please."
Ow!
Come on! Come on!
Get him!
Hey!
Zed-10: "Shall I intestinate?"
No.
- Come on!
- Kill him!
[yelling]
[prisoners cheer]
- Get him!
- Fuck with him!
[roaring]
[indistinct cheering]
[screaming]
[bones crunching]
Retract the bridge.
Come on! Get him!
- Get him!
- Come on!
[cheering]
Poe:
"42910 is no longer of any use."
"I have a death warrant
in his name."
"Execute it, 95763."
"That is an order."
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[prisoners cheering]
- Brennick! Brennick!
- John!
[chanting]
Brennick! Brennick!
- [gasping]
- Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick!
Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
[sighs]
[chanting] Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick, Brennick.
Brennick! Brennick!
Brennick! Brennick!
Your sentimentality is touching,
"But quite foolish, Brennick."
"Prisoners,
a demonstration."
Let 'em go! Now!
Yeah!
[electronic beeping]
You fucking asshole!
John!
Poe:
Hold your fire, Zed.
Intestinate John Brennick.
[screaming]
- Extend the intestination.
- [groaning, screaming]
[groaning]
- [groaning]
- Come on! Karen, come on!
Zed-10: "Take John Brennick
to isolation to await punishment."
"Disobedience will not be tolerated."
[panting]
I owe you an apology.
Not necessary.
Nino.
Come on, man.
Let's go.
Come on!
Move out!
Oh, shit, man!
Look at--
oh, man!
Black fucking beauties.
Hey!
This is Brennick's bed now.
Oh, yeah?
Since when?
Since your friend got blasted
by the splatter gun ... dickhead.
You look awful.
- That bad?
- Worse.
I was clumsy.
I ran into a brick wall.
- Only the wall was moving.
- [laughs]
- Poe says I should tell you to cooperate.
- You just told me.
He says I should tell you...
- It's gonna be very bad if you don't.
- No kidding.
He says I should tell you if I care about you at all,
I would beg you to listen.
What do you say?
I want my husband.
[sighs]
You've got him.
John, no matter what you do,
I'll never not love you.
You're real lousy at goodbyes.
You know that?
I've always have been.
[heartbeating]
Zed-10: "Commence procedure."
[whirring]
[laughing]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[baby crying]
No!
John, help me!
please!
[Brennick screaming]
Nooooooo!
[screaming]
♪♪♪♪ [classical]
He's been in there
for three days...
and no one
has ever lasted four.
There's a first time
for everything.
- It is in your power to stop his pain.
- But there's a price.
♪♪♪♪ [classical continues]
I want you to live here.
[clears throat] To share my quarters
for the remainder of your stay.
Why me?
Why does this music
give me pleasure?
I don't know. I skipped
music appreciation.
I'm...
looking for a companion.
I'm not real friendly to anyone
who tortures my husband.
[electronic blip, Brennick groaning]
[groaning continues]
Stop it!
- [Brennick gasping]
- Stop it!
Yes.
- What?
- Yes, bastard! Just let him go!
[Brennick groaning]
Release John Brennick
from mind wipe.
Return him to his cell.
[drops shoes]
Mother of God!
What have they done to him?
D-day: He's a ghost, man.
He's gone.
Bullshit, man!
He's breathing!
The mind is dead.
The body just don't know it yet.
- Welcome home, baby.
Zed-10: "Shall I intestinate?"
Just a moment longer, Zed.
[moaning]
This is a fascinating dream.
Quite constructive.
Regarding...
the prisoner's psychology.
Zed-10:
"The presence of the Brennick woman..."
"is causing you to act
in a nonprofessional manner."
Poe: None of your business.
[moaning continues]
Zed-10:
"Her presence is a direct violation."
I make my own decisions, Zed.
Zed-10: "Shall I intestinate?"
[clears throat]
"This is an unauthorized thought process."
[computer beeps]
It's a very advanced
model, isn't it?
Yes.
You were a, uh,
Computer technician in the army.
I never got near anything
as powerful as Zed.
Of course not.
No one has.
Don't touch her!
Zed, seal control.
If I ever see you so much as lay
a finger on her keyboard...
or utter a single voice command,
you and your child will feel a
pain unknown in human history.
Don't touch him, asshole!
You motherfuck--
What the fuck does he care? He did it
to his own fuckin' self!
No! They did it!
And what are you
gonna do about it?
Yeah, right.
[machinery hissing]
[hissing continues]
[hissing continues]
[gasps]
- What are you?
- I am enhanced.
You're not human.
You're--
A monster?
A freak?
[hissing stops]
The Men-Tel corporation
has transformed me...
into a more
efficient human being.
Once a month I absorb amino acids,
wasting neither food nor fuel.
When my kind are in the majority,
there will be no more world hunger,
no overpopulation.
You don't sleep.
You don't eat.
You can't make love, can you?
But I can love.
Are there others
like you?
Not many as advanced, but yes.
I was one of Men-Tel's first babies.
- It was very special.
- Oh, my God! You're what they do with our babies!
Of course.
I saw your wife, cap.
I saw Karen.
She's getting larger.
You can tell she's pregnant now.
She felt the baby move.
Your baby.
No, no.
You know I cannot.
Oh...
I know.
But have you ever tried?
This is very special.
Huh.
I wonder why I've never
tried this before.
How do you feel?
Very happy.
[glass shatters]
[keyboard beeping]
Zed-10:
"Why aren't you in voice mode?"
[keyboard beeping]
"Proceed,
director Poe."
[keyboard beeping]
[keyboard beeping]
Johnny.
[electronic beeping]
[groans]
[gasping]
Johnny.
[keyboard beeping]
Come here, Johnny.
Come here.
Come here, Johnny.
[panting]
[glass vase clanks]
- [keyboard beeping]
- [Brennick moaning]
You don't have to be afraid.
Karen.
- That's it.
- [gasping]
John.
[gasps]
[keyboard beeping]
I'm right here, John.
- Poe: Karen!
- [Karen gasps]
Karen, where are you?
I'm right here.
I must...
be more moderate...
in the future.
Zed-10: "Good morning,
cell block orange, Level F."
"Thirty minutes
before reporting for work."
Somebody...
get Brennick up.
I'm awake.
- Holy fuck, you're alive!
- Shh!
- How long was I out?
- Four months.
D-day: No, it's true, man.
You were long gone.
[laughing]
All right.
Oh!
Whoa.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Wait a minute.
I've been in here that long?
Karen's getting near term.
- Don't worry about that. She's all right.
- Did you see her?
Are you strong enough
for the truth?
Karen moved
into Poe's quarters.
That's why he didn't kill you.
No!
She saved herself.
She's closer to the way out.
- You'll never get in there.
- You do.
That's my job.
I thought I made it
clear to you...
I got a parole to worry about.
I'm not gonna jeopardize that...
so you can play
some great escape bullshit!
I'm not playing.
We need to talk.
- Talk's dangerous.
- That's right, it is.
I've been talking
to your husband.
I'm John's cell mate.
All this time you
could have told me--
All this time
he has been like a zombie.
Just staring into space
like nothing was there.
Until today.
It worked?
It worked!
Oh, thank God!
I don't know what you did,
but now he's planning an escape.
Now, nobody has ever
gotten out of here.
He's a good man.
I don't want to see him die.
He won't die.
not if I help him.
[laughs] I don't know how, but this
is gonna get Karen out.
Let me see that,
captain.
I know about these things.
Let me see it.
I'm gonna have to
take it apart, but--
Can you put it
back together?
Oh, man, machines
love me, man.
I can take it apart,
put it back, make it tick, yeah.
It's what I did in the world, man.
Mechanic?
No, no, explosives.
First Intercontinental Bank building.
I blew that safe like
it was fuckin' butter!
The only problem was my partners didn't
appreciate my work.
- Turned my ass in.
- Why?
Well, shit, man,
I blew up the money!
Don't fuck it up.
[electronic beeping]
Poe: New pods will be
completed next month.
Zed-10:
"We are still behind schedule."
We've had some problems
with the bedrock.
Zed-10: "Five new levels must be ready
by the end of the year."
Poe: Yes, yes, yes.
I am aware of that.
[keyboard beeping]
Reset your clock, Zed.
All work hours
are now 93 minutes.
Zed-10:
"Confirmed."
What are you doing awake?
[sighs]
I couldn't sleep.
[yawning]
For the sake of our baby,
You must get your rest.
D-day:
Wow!
Oh, man!
Oh, man!
Shit. Shit!
Jesus!
- What? - This thing is amazing,
captain. She's beautiful.
This thing is a work of genius.
Look at this. Look right here.
This a series of micros.
That's your pain mode.
This thing here is a macro.
That kills ya.
Look at this itty-bitty thing on top.
That's your nerve clip.
I need you to put it
back together.
Well, I'm--
I'm working on it, man.
And get it out of me.
Look, captain.
I may be able to set off a series
of charges in this thing...
And cause you to throw it up, but...
The major drawback on that is that
this bitch is highly sensitive, man.
We're talkin' TNT on PMS.
- You mean it would kill me?
- Definite possibility.
Find another way.
Maybe there is
no other way.
Wrong answer.
Try again.
If I get it--
When you get it.
When I get it,
I'm going with you, man.
Look, I'm having fun, man.
I'm enjoying myself.
You know how long it's been
since I had any fun?
- Going out won't be fun.
- No, but man...
It's gonna be a trip.
All you've got to do
is take it to him.
All? All?
Fuck the dumb shit.
That is a pretty big "all".
Look, I know it's dangerous,
but I'm asking you anyway.
Say I don't get mind wiped.
What's gonna happen to my parole?
Truth is, you're not gonna get a
parole and you know it.
You hold on to the hope
because you're a man.
Because you keep something inside
of you none of them can touch.
But this is your chance
to fight back.
Fight for who?
You? Your husband?
I've never begged
before in my life.
Please, Abraham.
Please.
If you won't do this for me,
Do this for my baby.
- I gotta get this back before he finds out.
Nino: What is it?
It's a map. Haven't you guys ever seen
a holographic lens before?
The only problem is, we need a laser
to make this thing work.
- We got a laser.
- You gonna stick your hand in there?
Now that's entertainment.
We need something to hold it.
Hey, wait a minute.
Take that.
We got somethin'.
[pops out lens]
[beeping]
I'll be Goddamn!
Whoa!
Look.
This could be a way out.
[sizzling]
ow! ow!
- Hold it steady!
- Sorry, man.
This thing's just heatin' up.
Sorry.
[humming]
We go in through the construction area here.
Through this heating pipe.
See?
It feeds into this utility shaft
which goes all the way up--
[sizzling] Oh!
Wait a second. Ow!
Shit!
If we don't get that fuckin' lens,
we're all dead.
- Fuck the lens, I need my glasses.
- Move over.
[grunting]
Did ya get it, man?
- [Brennick screams]
- [alarm sounding]
Zed-10: "Laser parameter intrusion.
Step back, please."
Shit, man,
don't you hurt?
Yeah!
How's the lens?
It's fine.
The motherfucker's fine.
Whoa!
You should see what you fools
look like through this thing, man.
[wheezing laughter]
Wow!
I want you...
to divorce your husband.
That's not part
of our bargain.
Poe: He will never leave this place.
You will never see him again.
He's become a cog
in the fortress's grand design.
- Let me show you.
- [clinking]
[whirring, beeping]
Your husband is but one of many whose only
reason for being is the expansion of our facility.
Here.
[beeping]
- Have you touched this?
- No.
Uh, I noticed there was some dust on the lens,
so I thought it would be best if I clean it.
You fool!
You smudged it!
- Do you know what it will cost to repair this map?
- I beg your indulgence.
- This will have a bearing on your parole!
- I'm sorry.
Divorce your husband.
Marry me...
and I will request permission
from the Men-Tel corporation...
to raise the child as my own.
I'm telling you,
I will not enhance your child.
Does this mean nothing?
And John?
I will set him free.
Karen has to tell the man
yes or no by tomorrow night.
Good.
We go tomorrow morning.
Hey, time's up!
I think I got it, man.
Check this out.
Right there.
Now look.
- Look at that, man. It's a magnetic detonator.
- So?
Didn't you go
to grade school, man?
You get a couple of magnets, put a piece
of paper in the middle, you move one--
You can pull it out of us.
Well, yeah, in theory.
I mean, I haven't tried it yet. I may set this thing
off, give this cell a coat of red paint.
- I don't know.
- Let's find out.
- You mean, like right now?
- You got a better time?
No, man! You turn into a burrito and
what happens to the rest of us?
Try me.
I'm goin' with you.
No way.
Look, you gonna do it,
or what?
Okay.
Uh,
this might hurt a little bit, okay?
Where are you, man?
- [creaking, gurgling]
- Shit.
D-day:
This is it.
[grunting]
Shit! Quit fuckin' around, you asshole.
Shit! God--
[gagging]
Goddamnit, get this thing out of me!
Asshole!
Hey, no hurry,
no worry.
Stop fooling around!
Get the damn thing out of him!
Hey, man!
Who's fooling around?
I can't get this thing.
It's stuck.
It's stuck.
I can't--
Come here.
[gagging]
It's okay.
Okay, my turn.
All right, man.
Somebody take notes.
After I finish with the rest of you, I'm
not gonna be able to do this on myself.
I'll do it to you...
after you do it to me.
- What about your parole?
- Parole? Bullshit.
It's time I woke up.
I'm going with you.
No, it's too much
of a risk.
Afraid?
Afraid you'll lose us
like you lost your platoon?
I don't ever
want to be responsible...
for another man's life again.
Hey, man, I'll speak for myself.
But it's better to die trying
than to die in here.
Right on, man.
Fuckin'-a.
I haven't dreamt in 40 years.
John Brennick is thoroughly rehabilitated...
and is hereby granted a full pardon.
He is therefore free to leave the fortress--
Zed-10: "Before completing the document, there is
something you must see in central control."
Not now, Zed.
"I insist."
- Well?
- "Please observe."
How dare you spy on my quarters!
"A report has been filed with
the Men-Tel board of directors."
"You are being relieved
of all responsibility."
"Your replacement will be here
within 24 hours."
"Until then you are confined to quarters."
Confined to quarters.
I've never left these quarters
in my entire life.
"You are the property
of the Men-Tel corporation."
I am the director
of this institution!
"You will please leave central control."
"Crime does not pay."
[grunting]
Fight!
[indistinct yelling]
Zed-10:
"Construction area altercation."
- "Prisoners Maddox, Brennick,"
- Maddox?
- "Stiggs, Gomez."
- That's impossible.
- "Intestination will commence in five seconds."
- No!
- Zed! No!
- "Four, Three,"
- Maddox is dead!
- "Two, One.'
[indistinct shouting]
Let's go, come on!
Stiggs: Go, go, go, go!
Come on, get in there!
Zed, they're escaping
and you will be responsible!
Do you know what they will do to you? You will
be lucky if you end up a Speak & Spell!
"Mass intestination!
pain mode!"
[screaming]
They're in the pipe.
Open steam valves and clear the construction site.
Activate the strike clones.
- Shit, man, I thought this was the way out of here!
- It is the way out!
Stiggs: Not through that!
Come on!
Brennick: Get outta here!
Come on, move, move!
Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
[screaming]
Poe over P.A:
"Attention prisoners.
"Surrender immediately
and you will not be harmed.
"Prisoner Brennick.
I have your wife.
"You have ten seconds
to surrender."
- Don't do it, man!
- Fuck you!
- This is our only chance.
- Hey, man, you go, you're dead!
- I'm not gonna be boiled alive down here!
- No! Stay down, man!
- Get away from me! I'm comin' out!
- No!
[gunshots]
[grunting]
- [gurgling]
- Jeez!
This way.
Oh, Jesus!
Come on.
We're outta here.
Zed warned me that our relationship was not in
the best interests of Men-Tel.
I ignored her.
Foolish me.
- Get out of the way.
- Intestinate Abraham, please.
[beeping]
Aaah!
[humming]
[gasps]
Now get the fuck
out of the way!
[grunts]
No!
[humming]
[grunts]
[whimpering]
Wha-what the fuck
is it?
Oh, this thing is incredible! They've taken a
person and wired him into the mainframe!
- The perfect soldier.
- Nerve-capable firing pins!
[grunting]
Oh, the shit they're comin' up
with these days!
Oh!
[coughing]
Yuck!
Aagh!
Let's move.
Aaah!
Take cover!
Zed-10:
"Activate second strike team."
"Accelerate strike clone
reaction time!"
[both coughing]
Brennick:
This way!
Uuh!
Aah!
[yelling]
Splatter gun
to construction level.
Captain!
I can't see, man!
I'm blind as a bat!
Oh, shit!
Captain!
Where are ya, man?
Captain!
Is that you?
I can't see!
Where are you?
Captain!
Nino! Let's go!
Come on!
Poe: Shoot them, Zed!
Zed-10: "Cannot lock on target without intestinators."
Poe:
Get that gun out of there!
Get me outta here!
We're taking the express! come on!
- Where's Nino?
- Come on, man!
[yelling]
[cheering]
[beeping]
Where are they, Zed?
Zed-10: "No visible recognition."
[cheering continues]
Come on, move.
Move!
Brennick.
You gonna pay,
you bastard.
Karen! Karen!
- Where is she?
- You want to see your wife?
Operating Room A.
[electronic chirp]
[Karen screaming over speaker]
"No! No!"
"No, no, no!"
"No! No!"
Poe:
You see, in this operation...
- "John!"
- Only the child survives.
Release me or she dies.
Tell them to stop!
Karen:
"John!"
Now!
Zed, cease delivery.
Zed-10: "I'm sorry.
I do not recognize the command."
Zed, please!
"Men-Tel will not negotiate
during a hostage situation."
- Oh, shit.
Karen: "No!"
Okay, we're going to the operating room now!
Come on!
Zed-10: "Hold."
- No!
- "I cannot allow you to put the fortress in jeopardy."
- Watch out!
[both panting]
What's goin' on, man?
[beeping]
Zed-10: "You're trapped here, Brennick. A
team of strike clones are on the way."
"There is no escape."
[grunting]
Captain! Get me
to the computer keyboard, man.
Big mama's the one who's runnin' this show.
She's the one we gotta fuck up.
Okay.
All right.
Here goes nothin', man.
A feedback virus, man.
[beeps]
In-fucking-capacitating.
Okay.
[Karen gasping]
D-day:
Okay.
Okay!
Aaah!
[buzzing]
No! No!
[whimpering]
No! No! No!
[Zed-10 voices overlapping]
Oh, Mary, mother of God.
Stop it!
[sirens wailing]
We gotta move out.
I'll meet you in transport. We're getting out
the way we came in.
Surgeon: What's goin' on?
Some light over here!
- No!
Surgeon: Hold her down! Hold her!
[sirens continue]
John!
- Karen!
Karen: I'm in here, John!
- [Karen screaming]
- Surgeon: There's a malfunction! Hold her!
[men grunting]
[screaming]
I'm in here, John!
[men yelling indistinctly]
Let her go!
[gasping]
[indistinct shouting]
Come on, man!
Come on!
[screaming]
[shouting]
It's dead.
Move over.
[Karen grunting]
[engine starting]
Okay, now the door.
We gotta open the door.
There's gotta be an emergency override.
Come on, come on.
You did it!
All right!
Karen: Oh, Jesus!
Brennick: What is it?
Karen: My water's broken.
Nino: She havin' the baby!
You gotta pull over, man.
Brennick: Not until we cross the border.
Try to hang on!
Karen: If that pain would get back in there.
Oh! The contractions are coming closer.
We gotta stop.
There's somethin' over there.
[birds chirping]
[Karen moaning, gasping]
I'm never gonna have this baby.
It's never going to come.
Yeah, right.
Nino:
Hey, I'll be right back.
I'm gonna look for a blanket.
[whirring, beeping]
- Brennick!
- [engine starting, revving]
Brennick, watch out!
Get outta there!
[beeping]
[gasping]
[screaming]
Zed-10:
"Crime does not pay."
[voice slowing down]
"Crime does not pay."
Karen!
[voice echoing]
No!
[baby crying]
[baby crying]
[cooing]
[cooing]