Fortress 2 (2000) - full transcript

(SNORTS)

Dad? Hey, Dad!

Hey, Danny!

- Mom says you have
to come home.
- What's up?

She said now.

So you wanna race?

Come on!

- (NEIGHS)
- Yah! Yah!

Come on, Danny! Push her!

(LIGHTNING CRACKING)

I won! I beat you, Dad!
Hey, Mom! I beat him!



- Nestor.
- Long time, John.

ELENA: How have you been?

Stanley Nussbaum,
John Brennick.

Is this a joke?

Danny, go and take care
of the horses.

(DOOR OPENS)

Target in ten minutes.

How dare you bring
a Men-Tel executive
into our home.

- Former. Please.
- Stanley's a sympathizer.

He's carrying the plans
for Men-Tel's new
power station.

We've got to get him
to resistance H.Q.

Have you lost your mind
coming here?

You know Men-Tel is still
looking for us.
They even want Danny.

I know that,
but they're vulnerable now.



Their oil is drying up, their
coal will be gone soon...

and without their power
station, Men-Tel has no power.

Look, John...

I know you've done more
for the resistance than
anyone could ask...

but we need your help again.

Taking out that power plant
would be a big win for us.

What are you talking about?
You can't win.

They control everything
and everyone.

I told you this was a
waste of time.
Let's get outta here.

- You have no right
to even be here.
- No?

How long do you think it will
be before they find you here?

There where are
you gonna hide?

It'll be dark soon.
May be you should go.

- You said we were
done with the boat.
- Just get in.

I'd feel a whole lot better if
you were coming with us, John.

ELENA: Yeah, me too.

How well do you
know that woman?

We fought together in Mexico.

What if she's right?
What if Men-Tel finds us here?

We'll move again.

I don't want Danny to spend
his whole life running.

Come on.

Come on, Danny! Let's go!

Go, go!

Go! Go, go!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

- (BEEPING)
- MAN: Clear!

(SCREAMS)

(YELLING CONTINUES)

- You got it?
- Yeah.

(SCREAMS)

Back off! Back off! Back off!

-(BEEPING)
-MAN: Clear!

MAN: Go, go, go!

- What are you doing?
- I've gotta hold them off.

Open the grate!

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

- I'm not leaving without you.
- I love you, Danny.

- Your mom will take
care of you.
- You're supposed to!

MAN: I can't see!

Don't do this.

I lost you once.
I won't let it happen again.

Go, go!

KAREN: Danny, go! Go!

- Any sign of them?
- It's an old waterworks.
Booby-trapped.

Blue Leader,
this is Eagle One.
Vehicle on the move outback.

- Looks like our guy.
- Eagle One, you're up.

Roger that.

(GUNFIRE)

- Stop! He wants him alive!
- Tell him that.

Where'd he go?
Can you see him?

I don't know. I've lost him.

Where is he?

I'll get him on the infra red.

He's locked on.

- Eagle Two?
- Already on him.

MAN: Blue Leader,
looks like we got him.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: There's movement
down there.
We got him, all right.

Brennick's in the net.
We're going in.

Torch the place.
Destroy the evidence.

- (BEEPING)
- MAN: Go, go, go!

- (GRUNTING)
- I'm picking him up now.

(GROANS)

(CLATTERING)

ZED: Prisoner number 27609.

Brennick, John W.

You are charged with sedition,
sabotage, escape...

and aiding and abetting
the fugitive identified
as Brennick, Karen.

You are also charged
with secondary reproduction...

and the unlawful possession
of Men-Tel property...

consisting of male offspring
identified as
Brennick, Daniel.

- How do you plead?
- Does it make any difference?

Your query is
an acknowledgment of guilt.

The minimum sentence is death.

Adjudication complete.

Prepare for implantation.

(GRUNTS)

ZED: Prisoner number 27609.
Brennick, John W.

You'll now be equipped with
the Men-Tel Corporation's
new neural implant.

The implant is designed for
behavior modification
and control.

- Activation is
a discretionary function.
- (BEEPING)

Implantation complete.
Testing behavior modification.

Look at the light.

Slight pain? Thank you.

Prisoner number 27609.
Brennick, John W.

Orientation is now complete.

Failure to observe
any rule or regulation...

of the Men-Tel
correctional code...

will result
in behavior modification.

Please exit
through the open doorway...

and have a nice day.

- Let's go.
- Where the fuck are we?

Shut your hole. Move on out.

- What the hell--
- Get used to it.

(SCREAMING)

(RAPID BEEPING)

Take a bedroll and move out.

Are you out of your mind,
bringing Brennick there?

Susan. How nice to hear
from you after all this time.

Daddy all right?

Fuck Daddy.

Why on Earth would you
wanna bring the only
man ever to escape...

from a Men-Tel prison
to my power station?

Is that what we're calling it
these days?

Listen carefully.

If it hadn't been
for your father and me...

Brennick's escape would
have cost you your career.

If anything goes
wrong this time...

it won't just be your job;
it'll be your ass.

ZED: The new prisoners...

have completed
their orientation,
Mr. Teller.

Laborers, ZED. Laborers.

Next thing you know,
they'll want a fucking union.

I'm Dr. Preminger, and this is
the Men-Tel Prison Network.

All right, everybody,
step out.

- Where to?
- They're all the same.
Just pick one.

PREMINGER: Our first-class
living accommodations combine
all the comforts of home...

with a nurturing environment.

And when it comes to food...

our commissary
has been certified triple-A...

by Men-Tel's Department
of Prison Nutrition.

The patented diet
provides each guest...

with Men-Tel's recommended
daily requirement
of nutrients--

What's up, my role-playing,
incarcerated brother?

Marcus Jackson.

John Brennick.

Oh, big fella.

Should kick your ass.
Lucky for you I got
a back problem.

Damn!

Girlfriend.

They got you, too, huh?

- Your wife and son get away?
- I think so.

What about Nestor?

The boat took a direct hit.

When I came up,
they were both gone.

- I guess they made it.
- Guess again.

What happened to him?

- They screwed up his implant.
- He might be the lucky one.

So. How're we gonna
get outta here?

"We?"

Just like Mama used to make.
(CHUCKLES)

(MUFFLED) Are we supposed
to eat this shit?

That's my food, bitch!

(CROWD CHEERING)

-Damn!
-(YELLS)

Everyone, back in your seats!

ZED: There's a disturbance
in the commissary.

Shall I institute
behavior modification?

ZED, I'm dining.

ZED: Unauthorized
physical contact
is a violation.

Prisoners failing to desist
will be subject to
behavior modification...

commencing in five seconds.

Four, three, two, one.
Commencing.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Let him go.

Get down!

Get down on the floor!

Give her a little more juice.

A screw's a screw, fish.

You just messed up, bad.

Thanks.

♪ He played knick-knack
on my shoe
With a whack-whack ♪

ZED, have Brennick
brought up here.

ZED: Unauthorized access
is a violation.

Guess you've done this before.

Kill the pain zone, ZED.
609.

Prisoner 27609, authorized.

Thank you, Mr. Sato.
Wait outside, please.

Who are you?

My name is Teller.

I'm the administrator of
this godforsaken institution.

Ten years ago, I ran
all of Men-Tel's
prison facilities...

including The Fortress.

(SCOFFS)

- Until you destroyed it.
- I'm so sorry.

You will be...

once I get them here.

I beat you, Dad.

(DISTORTED VOICES)

- You son of a bitch!
- ZED: Unauthorized contact
is a violation.

(SCREAMING)

Thank you, ZED.

ZED: You're welcome.
As you instructed...

order has been restored
in the commissary...

and the new prisoners
have been returned
to their cells...

to await your
welcoming address.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Good evening.

For those of you who've
just arrived, welcome.

Let me explain
a few simple rules.

Number one.

Pursuant to a charter between
your governments and
Men-Tel Corporation...

your death sentences have been
stayed for as long
as I see fit.

Plan accordingly.

Rule number two.

Physical contact
with members of staff...

is strictly forbidden.

Anyone violating this rule
will be asked to leave.

Oh, my God.

MARCUS: What the hell's that?

We're in space.

This is some real bullshit.

Rule number three.

You are 26,000 miles
from the nearest
bus station...

surrounded by an airless,
irradiated vacuum.

While there may be those
amongst you who
think otherwise...

there can be no escape.

Thought to the contrary
will be discouraged.

Thank you and good night.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

John, welcome home.

- Good morning.
- Delete 225, ZED.

ZED: Prisoner number 225.
Ho, Sally. File deleted.

One down, 119 to go,
eh, Gordo?

I gotta tell you.
I don't think that's funny.

- Did you see the
way she died?
- Who gives a shit?

He put her through
the chemical disposal unit,
for Christ's sake!

Another scumbag
gets what's coming to him.

Or in this case, her.
I think. (LAUGHS)

Nobody deserves
to go out like that.

You're breaking my heart.
Now go wake them up.

PREMINGER:
♪ Anda-one, anda-two
anda-three.

♪ Now keep it up ♪

Strenuous exercise program...

will help combat the effect
of our artificial gravity.

Stretch and flex.
Stretch and flex.

Feel the burn.

Once more.

(GROANS) You gotta be kidding!

All right.

Rise and shine, you shitheads!

We're gonna have some
fun today. Line up when you
hear your name.

- Mr. Gordon?
- Rivera, E. Marks, P.

Martinez, C. Unit One.
Going that way.

Polk, M. Wells, H. Taz, M.

Brennick, J. Jackson, M.
Unit Two.
You're in the elevator.

The rest of you go
with Mr. Parker.

Thought I recognized you.
We were in the joint together.

Think you can get out of
this one, hotshot? (LAUGHS)

- What's that all about?
- I don't know.

I guess I have
one of those faces.

Can you feel that
tightening already?

Now this is difficult,
so pay attention.

You cut this up, and you put
it in there. You got it?

Not you. The four of you
follow me.

- Where we go?
- Field trip.

Just for the record,
I ain't the least bit
happy about this.

I'll make a note of it.

No safety lines, guys.

Stay close to something
you can grab.

Man, these people don't know
what kind of asses they're
putting their risks in.

(GRUNTS)

Okay, just take it
easy this time.
That's right.

That's right.
Now just a little bit
to the right.

MARCUS: Yo, Brennick! Wait up!

Easy.

Easy.

Easy!

(SCREAMS)

(MARCUS YELLS)

- What was that?
- MAN: Stay with us, Marcus.

- Better take it easy on
those bolts.
- Why? You the bolt police?

They're packed with
explosives. It'll blow your
hand off.

Look!

- Kiss my ass.
- One fragment...

could shatter you helmet
or puncture your suit.

You'd last a minute
out here, tops.

What that guy
said about you this morning.

About you escaping.
Is it true?

Not anymore.

But you could do it again,
right?

Have we killed anybody
since I left?

You know...

I've been wondering about you.

What are you doing up here,
anyway?

Man's got to make a living.

This ain't a living, pal.
It's a life.

You're either one of us,
or you're one of them.

So you better figure out which
is which before someone else
does it for you.

What is this?
Is this a threat?

ZED: Second warning.
Meteor shower approaching.

Asshole. We've got
four prisoners out there.

It's not like we're
gonna run out.

MARCUS: Let's get out here!

ZED: Prisoners must return
to the station immediately.
This is the second warning.

Did you ignore the first
one?

Forget about it.
It's just a shower.

ZED: Warning. All exterior
personnel...

must proceed to the
nearest airlock immediately.

Any personnel remaining
outside the station...

will be subject to projectile
injuries above
survivable levels.

- Help me!
- Let's go!

Warning! Warning!
All exterior hatches...

will be automatically sealed
in 30 seconds.

- Let's go, man!
- ZED: Preparing
for lockdown.

Come on, come on.

ZED: Warning. All air locks
will be sealed in 15 seconds.

Meteor fragments have
now reached the perimeter.

Fatal meteorite densities
are imminent.

This is the final warning.
There are now ten seconds
until lockdown.

Proceed to the nearest airlock
immediately.

Stand clear of all
airlock doors.

Locking mechanisms
have now been activated.

Stand clear of all
airlock doors.

(BEEPING)

- Open the door!
- Mac Dan's still out there!

- Open the door!
- We can't! It's sealed!

Open goddamned the door!

(RAPID BEEPING)

What the fuck?

I give that one a 9.5.

What about you, Gordo?

This some real bullshit.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Be back in five.
Keep it moving.

Let's go. Hook 'em up.

Get it to the scanner.
There's still two loads to go.

She's a beauty, ain't she?

- She yours?
- I wish.

Got my old tug
parked out by the back door.

Challenger-class
piece of shit.

I flew a Challenger
in the air corps.

- Yeah? What squad?
- 37th.

Double deuce myself.

-J. Hickey.
-John Brennick.

Nice to meet ya.

So, you miss it?

The air corps?

- Beats this.
- I guess.

Gotta be better
than what I'm doing.

Fucking iceman.

- "Iceman?"
- Fly to the moon,
pick up the ice...

melt it on the way here
and dump it in the tank.

Shit, shower and shave,
and do it all over again.

You don't go to Earth?

My old wreck? It'd be
a one-way fuckin' trip.

Move your asses.

- Good talking to you.
- Back at you, pal.

How well do you
know that pilot?

I just met him.

What were you talking about?

Nothing much. Boy talk.

Yeah.

What about the cameras
in the lab?

And the latch
on the container?

You're imagining things.

MAN: That's mine.

That's mine too.

- Nobody likes a smart guy.
- You must be very popular.

- You disrespecting me, punk?
- I'm not looking
for any trouble.

- Found you, anyway.
- (BEEPING)

ZED: Warning.
Unauthorized physical
contact is a violation.

Behavior modification
will commence in five seconds.

- (BEEP)
- Suspended.

You fuckin' broke my rib!
You broke my nose!

- Are you all right?
- I'm okay.

Let me see.
You may have broken it.

ZED: Why did you suspend
behavior modification?

- Because it amused me.
- Violence amuses you?

It has its moments.
Who's that with Brennick?

Rivera, Elena.

Convicted of terrorism
and sedition...

in connection
with the Durango uprisings.

Were any of our other guests
implicated in Durango?

"What a tangled web we weave."

- I'm afraid I do not
understand.
- I should hope not.

Why are you treating
me like this?

Treating you like what?

We're here together...

in this horrible place.

Can't we at least try to make
things a little more
tolerable for each other?

Not this time.

You know, you're never
going to see her again.

Yes, I will.

Or I'll die trying.

What's the status
of my favorite fugitives?

ZED: The latest recovery team
was detained...

by local authorities
north of the border.

A further incursion could
result in a formal complaint
to the embassy.

I don't care.

She's an escaped convict,
a multiple breeder.

Her illicit offspring
is the property of the
Men-Tel Corporation.

This will not be over
until they're all here.

One big, happy family.

I really need to talk to you.

I'm sorry about last night.

Just once I wish someone would
feel about me...

the way you feel about
your wife, you know?

What are you doing?

I'm going out
in the container.

You're nuts.
You'll suffocate in there.

I won't be in there
long enough to suffocate.

I'm gonna hijack the shuttle
as soon as it
leaves the station.

Using what?

- Help me grab his weapon.
- Load 'em up.

What's wrong with
your encoder?
This goddamn thing won't work.

- You can't talk to
her like that.
- All I said was "damn."

- You said "goddamn."
- Don't let it happen again.

- Or we'll report you.
- Report me?

Are you two sniffing paint
up here? You better
sort your shit out fast.

Good as new.

- Like taking candy
from a baby.
- (DOOR CLOSING)

Think. What if you're caught?

I don't have any choice here.

Teller's after my
wife and son...

and he's going to get them
unless I get to them first.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Cover me up.

- Where's Brennick?
- Still packing.

- What are you looking at?
Help her.
- Yes, sir.

I got it. Here we go.

- Watch it.
- Right this way.

Let's go.

- What was that?
- Pull it out.

ELENA: It's just--
MAN: Pull it out!

COMBS: Let's go!

Open it.
I said open it, goddamn it!

Oh. There it is. Sorry.

It's just my encoder.

Do we have a problem?

ELENA:
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
No, sir. No problem.

(ELECTRONIC BEEPS)

Miss Combs, do you have
any idea what it costs...

to keep prisoners
just standing round idle?

ZED: 113.5 credits
per prisoner.

A rhetorical question, ZED.
Thank you.

ZED: You're welcome.

Just try to keep
things moving.

You heard the man.
Seal it up, and let's go.

Come on. Let's go.
Let's keep it moving.

(POWERING UP)

Shit.

Did you really think
it would be that easy?

But thank you for pointing out
the defects in our security.

You two? Fired. Mr. Gordon.

Cut all the prisoner's rations
in half...

and double their work day.

Thank you.

What do I do with him?

Put him in the hole.

(DOOR OPENING)

Move!

(SHUDDERING)

You caught Brennick
trying to escape?

I suppose you've called up
to congratulate me.

Now tell me what happened.

What happened is I've got
Brennick cooking in the box...

Like a Honey baked ham.

I shipped enough
reflector plates...

to create a downlink
the size of Rhode Island.

I'm on target
to beat our transmission date.

So is it so hard
to say "well done"?

Fine. You did a good job.
What next?

I'd quite like to finish
the other generator.

(SIGHS) Would you get serious?

It won't cost you a dime.
I have all the labor and
materials I need right here.

Al I'll need from you
is an electron accelerator.

What for?

Well, I'll be able
to use it...

integrate the two generators.

We'll be able to quadruple
our power output overnight.

You know as well as I do
there's no such thing
as too much power.

I can't disagree
with you there.

Go ahead.
Knock yourself out.

Do give my love to Daddy.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

My man, question.

Is it warmer than this
up in the hole?

Would you like to find out?

Asshole.

KAREN: Quit using up
all the hot water.

- JOHN: Danny asleep?
- Why? Feeling bashful?

DANNY: I won. I beat you, Dad.

KAREN: What are you
talking about? You can't win.

They control everything
and everyone.

DANNY: I'm not leaving
without you.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

(WHISTLING)

ZED: Shall I release him
from the hole?

He's already exceeded
normal life expectancy
by seven hours.

Show me Brennick.

Why, suppose he's about done.

All right. Get him out.

(YELLS)

Keep it moving.

I've got a tug full of
water waiting for you
jerk-offs to finish.

(JOHN GROANS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- I thought you might be dead.
- No such luck.

- MARCUS: Tell me about it.
- Mind your own business.

First of all,
this is my business.

We're working round the clock
because John got a hankering
to see his wife.

At least he had
the courage to try.

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

ELENA: It means he cares about
someone other than himself...

which is more than
I can say for you.

I ain't see no fan mail come
down here for you, either!

Instead of
arguing with each other...

(PANTING)

maybe we should be trying to
find a way out of this place.

Yeah. Before things
get any worse around here.

ZED: There's a contusion
on the subject's
right patella.

There's a small abrasion
on the subject's left hip.

There's still some
evidence of dehydration...

but the effects of hypothermia
have almost disappeared.

There is some
residual skin blemishes...

resulting from
cosmic radiation burns.

There are no other
apparent malfunctions.

Prisoner number 27609...

you are authorized
to return to the workforce.

Have a nice day.

(GRUNTS)

Mr. Karensky would like
a word with you.

I'm listening.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mr. Karensky feels your escape
attempt has done us all a
great disservice.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mr. Karensky believes you
are now indebted to him...

for the additional hours
we all have had to work.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mr. Karensky believes that
the woman will be
fair recompense...

for the inconvenience
you have caused.

She is not mine to give.

Then perhaps...

you can take her place.

(ALL LAUGHING)

That's flattering,
but I think I'll pass.

- What did they want?
- Something about relations.

International relations.

It's no joke.

Those Russians will cut your
heart out just to see the
look on your face.

I don't think it's my heart
they're interested in.

(YELLS)

Jesus! If you don't
get the dirty, filthy
thing out of here--

I told you keep that sucker
outta my food!

- I tried. He won't eat it.
- He's eating something.

- Look at the size
of that motherfucker.
- POLK: Knock it off.

It's just a bug.

Bug, my ass.
Roachzilla, maybe.

You notice anything funny
about those security cameras?

JOHN: Yeah.

They're not even focusing
on what we do.

- Then how do they monitor us?
- (MEN LAUGHING)

I tell you one thing.
You better figure it out...

before we have to learn
how to say "I'm your bitch"
in Russian.

I'm Dr. Preminger.

Today's topic:
Learning to love yourself.

I would like each and everyone
of you to take a good look
at the wonder--

Would you please shut up?

At least you didn't have to
listen to that while you
were in the hole.

Reach down and grab--

- Yo, shut up!
- Partner, she can't hear you.

Every god damn day.
Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

(CONTINUES SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

(YELLS)

(SCREAMS)

- JOHN: Feel better now?
- Yeah, it was worth it.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

- What's that?
- A frequency modulator.

That's a channel
changer to you.

Why would they need a
channel changer if they've
only got one channel?

All right, ladies and
gentlemen. Step on out.

Let's move it.
We have a lot of work to do.

I need you to listen up.

Not you.

- What's up?
- Boss wants him on
hard labor.

This whole area
needs to be completed.

We need the wires repositioned
and the wall panels
put back up.

So listen up.

You know the drill.

MAN: Brennick!

Been waitin' a long time
for this!

You're a dead man.
Really. A dead man.

ZED: Unauthorized
physical contact
is a violation.

Shall I suspend
behavior modification?

You're learning.

ZED: Behavior modification
suspended.

(GRUNTING)

Hold it!

ZED?

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

How do you wanna go?

(EXCLAIMS)

(SCREAMING)

Look out!

(PANTING)

Guess that makes us even.

Even, my ass.
What the hell happened
down here?

You know what happened.
Where were you?

On my break.
You got a problem with that?

And where was ZED?

My apologies. We've been
experiencing some
technical difficulties.

I'm sure all these problems
will be eliminated shortly.

Hey, Colonel Sanders.
I heard you fried that
redneck motherfucker.

- Where are the others?
- They down at the
snack shack.

It's all-you-can-eat lobster
tonight.

What do you want, bozo?

Food, not this shit.

How bad do you want it?

WOMAN: Hey, Kev. Come here
and look at this.

Bezinsky and Sato.
This ought to be good.

- What are you working on?
- A remote.

- Where did you get it?
- The tuner I got from the TV.

The keypad and stuff
I got from the new work area.

Go sit down.

If not for this, I'd tear
off your head and shit down
your throat.

(CHUCKLES)

Mr. Teller,

would you suspend behavior
mode on 27321, please?

My pleasure, Mr. Sato. ZED?

ZED: Behavior modification
for prisoner 27321 has
been suspended.

(ALL MURMURING)

(SCOFFS)

Your move, bozo.

(CHUCKLES)

(YELLS)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Let's get outta here.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Pass it from the right wing
in to the center.

- Goal!
- MARCUS: (CHUCKLES)
There you go.

That's what I'm talking about.

I'm good, man.
I'm good.

(KEYS BEEPING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(YELLING CONTINUES)

(KEYS BEEP)

(MELLOW TUNE PLAYING)

Is that one of
those independent films?

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Kiss my ass.

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

We tapped into
their surveillance system.

Are you all right?
I heard about what--

- How do you do that?
- Ask him.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- Girl, you better recognize
my skills.

I can build a radio station
out of a milk carton and
two condom wrappers.

MARCUS: What's up
with the Russians?

ELENA:
They're not even watching.

The fight's a diversion.

They're up to something.

(GRUNTS)

Damn. It's like they got
cameras inside their heads.

What are you doing?
Turn it back!

Yo, that's me.

- Kill it.
- No doubt.

- POLK: What's wrong?
- The implants they gave us.

They tap into the optic nerve.

They see whatever we see.

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

(CHEERING)

(GRUNTING)

That's enough!

You ever touch me again,
and I'll kill you.

- You got it?
- Yeah. I understand you
completely.

(PANTING)

Well, that was entertaining.

Come on, Newman.
Go for a walk.

Jackson,

with the right parts, could
you stitch together some
kind of video recorder?

With my eyes closed.

That would be the
way to do it.

ZED, what's the prognosis
on the second generator?

There seems to be an anomaly
in the acquisition files.

- Anomaly?
- ZED: The output figures...

for the new
electron accelerator...

are well in excess
of our power requirements.

Planning for the future.

ZED: I cross-referenced the
acquisition file with
future projections...

and found no relevant data.

I haven't had a chance to file
all our future plans as yet.

It's difficult for me to
function at full efficiency...

if I don't have access
to all relevant data.

Now let's get
one thing straight here.

I decide what's relevant data,
not you.

So don't bore me with these
anomalies unless I ask you to.

Is that clear?

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

That's it, guys.
We're on playback.

You guys owe me big time.

That scanner chip only has
about four minutes
recording time.

So everyone listen up.

Marcus. Marcus!

I'm sorry, man.

Do you think this uniform
makes me look fat?

What we have to do first
is find a way around ZED.

Forget about ZED. What are we
gonna do for transportation?

We're going to hijack
the Venture Star.

-'Cause it worked so well
the last time?
-There has to be another way.

Like what?
"Beam me up, Scotty"?

The Russians have a shuttle.

Excuse me?

What makes you think
they have a shuttle?

Because I'm a lieutenant...

with the Russian
Federal Security Service.

I have been watching them plot
while they're playing chess.

It's an old gulag trick.

Most of what they
say is garbage...

but when they touch the queen,
it's relevant.

Pretty hard to crack
if you don't know the rules.

Then let's talk to them.

I gotta stay undercover.

If they figure out who I am...

they'll kill me.

Then I'll do it.

Your chess stinks.

(ALL LAUGHING)

You have a skill.

I might as well
just shuttle...

my pieces off the board.

That's an unusual
choice of words.

A metaphor, perhaps.

Words, they seem meaningless.

But can we escape...

their consequences?

MARCUS: That's it.

We're on playback.
Now we can talk.

(WHISPERING) You were right.
Their shuttle arrives
tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

(EXHALES) Man.
So what's their plan?

If they had a plan,
they wouldn't need us.

- So what's our part?
- I told them we knew how
to bypass ZED.

- Did it occur to you
that we don't?
- Yes, but we've got 24 hours.

All we need are the codes
to Teller's office...

and ZED's security casing.

Ain't that a bitch?
Man, give me back my rag!
What's wrong with you?

- ELENA:
Leave him alone, Marcus.
- Leave him alone, my ass.

He's a damn klepto.
Look at this shit!

Oh, oh, oh! Fuck!
What the f--

Newman!

- Where did you get this?
- I found it.

- What is it?
- An implant. Our ticket home.

(MARCUS SINGING)
♪ Pick it up, ooh, ooh

♪ Pick it up, all right
Party over here

♪ Party over there

♪ Who's the man
with the mike in his hand

♪ Don't even think about it ♪

(CONTINUES SINGING
INDISTINCTLY)

MARCUS: Damn thing
would quit movin'.

- What exactly are we
trying to do here?
- Don't hurt him!

You better get the hell out
of my face. I ain't gonna
hurt this damn thing.

Just trying to tap into
his nervous system here.

ELENA: Why?

Who's the only person on this
station that gets edible food?

- Teller. So?
- The roach must be
eating something.

Can't you get a
better picture?

MARCUS: (MIMICKING)
"Can't you get
a better picture?"

Can you do it your damn self?

Now let's see
what's on the menu.

(LAUGHING)

♪ Ooh, ooh! All right! Go! ♪

Must be the cold water.

(CONTINUES SINGING
INDISTINCTLY)

I'm going to Teller's office.

Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

(LAUGHS)

ZED: Unauthorized access
is a violation.

Behavior modification
will commence in five seconds.

It's just me, ZED.
Suspend.

Suspended.

He's at Teller's door.

This is useless.
We can't see a thing.

- So?
- We're just about ready.

We've linked the two
transmitters and calibrated
the aiming device.

All we need now
is the firing pin.

So when does
the accelerator arrive?

She's sending it up
tomorrow with the next
load of prisoners.

She has no idea what
we're planning to do with it.

Can I help you?

I wouldn't mind getting
a piece of that myself.

Well, thank you for
sharing that with me,
Mr. Sato.

You can go now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

So hard to get
good help these days.

ZED: I believe I have already
advised you that the new
electron accelerator...

considerably exceeds
our power requirements.

Now she's sulking.
ZED, lockdown.

Newman?

Newman's dead.

(SOBS)

It was for a good cause,
you know.

Good cause, my ass.
We ain't seen shit!

If that shuttle arrives
and we don't have the codes...

the Russians will kill us all.

ELENA: The Russians will be
the least of our problems.

What was that, Stan?

♪ Buckle my shoe.
Close the door ♪

Stan, you're a genius.

We didn't have to see
the codes. We heard them.

MAN: Right this way, ma'am.

SUSAN: Take me to his office.
There's going to be some
changes around here.

- Susan?
- Peter.

I've come up to take over
this operation.

You can't.

I've been working on
this project for ten years.

My idea to turn the prison
into a power station.

My idea to use
the convicts as labor.

My idea to tie in
the second generator.

You think I'm just going to
stand by and let you
walk away with it?

Peter, until this moment
I didn't think you actually
had any balls.

Too bad they're not as
big as mine.

So sit down,
shut up and pay attention.

Do you think I wouldn't
have found out...

about your black op that
captured Brennick in Canada?

Stalking his wife and son,
overriding ZED...

executing inmates.

If anyone else finds out
about what you've
been doing...

you'll be a resident here
instead of the super.

- Do you understand me?
- Absolutely.

Good! Then let's unpack that
electron thing and show
me to my room.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Do you remember
the first code?

Two, three, six.
Pick up sticks.

Good. The second.

Nine, two, four.
Open the door.

He's never going to remember.
Let one of us go.

He's the only one who can
cross the pain zone without
having his brain fried.

No brain, no pain.

You ready?

(KEYS BEEPING)

There you go.

Man, this motherfucker's
cross-eyed.

Gotta be kiddin' me.
This shit ain't gonna work.

It'll be fine.
Go and get 'em, Stan.

Go.

- Huh?
- ZED: Unauthorized access.

- Kev, check this out.
- Behavior modification...

will commence in five seconds.

- Four, three, two--
- Oh, forget it.

- It's just the nitwit.
-Suspended.

I've done levels 432, 659
and 224.

- Hello.
- And I got nothing.

- Everything's negative?
- Yes.

- Why don't you help check it?
- Will do.

- Nice.
- Not now, you dingbat.

Pick up sticks.
Pick up sticks.

Six, Two, three, six.

(KEYS CHIMING)

Six.

Come on, Stanley.
Come on.

Open the door.
Open the door.

(KEYS CHIMING)

Let's go.
Paul, get the Russians.

(KEYS CHIMING)

(BEEPING)

(KEYS CHIMING)

- (BEEPING)
- (GRUNTS)

(ALL YELLING)

Go to heaven.

(KEYS CHIMING)

ZED: Warning. Warning.
Unauthorized entry
is a level one violation.

- Commencing behavior
modification. Warning.
- (ALL YELLING)

ZED: Warning.
Unauthorized entry
is a level one violation.

- Behavior modification...
- Get out of the way!

will achieve terminal status
in five seconds.

- Cut the power!
- I'm trying!

STANLEY: Don't hurt her!
She's nice!

(DISTORTED)
One. Administering.

(SCREAMS)

Get to the shuttle
station now!

- Come on, Stanley!
- Okay. Okay. Okay.

Rivera has that repressive,
compulsive thing.

- WOMAN: What?
- You know, where
you have to...

wash yourself
over and over again.

Damn it.

Son of a bitch.

Okay.

Come on!
Where the hell are they?

Hey!

We're not going
without the others.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mr. Karensky regrets that
we will be unable to
accommodate your friends.

But, of course, you understood
that. Nikolai?

(SCREAMS)

Good-bye, pig!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(LAUGHING)

I got a feelin' that's
not a Russian salute.

(BEEPING)

Nice shot, though
I say it myself.

Damn! That's the first time
I was happy I missed a ride.

- (GROANING)
- (ALARM RINGING)

Max?

(SHUDDERING)

Don't die on me, Max.

(LABORED)
My name is Yuri Rienkov.

Abandoned by his colleagues
and murdered in cold blood.

Heartrending.
Don't you think so,
Mr. Tubman?

You traitorous
son of a bitch.

SUSAN: What in the hell is
going on here?

- PETER: Susan!
- That weapon was
not authorized.

It's clever, though, isn't it?

A hundred trillion volts
of electromagnetic pulse...

powered by vast amounts of
Men-Tel's cheap electricity.

And now you've brought me
the firing pin.

I can burn any target
in the Northern Hemisphere.

(EXCLAIMS)

Gentlemen,
let's get this over with.

Let go of me!

(GRUNTING)

I didn't mean for it
to end this way.

You must be very disappointed.

Please!

- Guess again.
- Good-bye, John.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

- Next.
- No!

(YELLS)

(ALL YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Get her off me!

(GRUNTS)

Whoo! That hurt, didn't it?
Didn't it?

(GRUNTS)

You bitch!

Fuck you!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Mr. Sato, get ZED
to restore surveillance.

Mr. Tubman, toss these
three miscreants
into the hole.

Mr. Gordon, have someone
clear this up, will you?

So it was a setup
from the beginning, Nestor.

- You used me
to find Brennick.
- Wasn't me. Told you.

You were the closest one
to Brennick.

If anybody could
lead us to him, it was you.

Too bad about the wife
and kid though.

You know what?
You a real humanitarian, bro.

Do I look like your brother,
convict?

Prisoner number 27609,
Brennick, John, W.

- File deleted.
- Good-bye.

Nice and easy now.

Look out!

It can't be that hard!

Sorry.

(GRUNTING)

(RAPID BEEPING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

ZED?

Systems check.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

ZED: An explosion
in airlock 17
has compromised...

the structural integrity
of that entire sector.

Orbital deterioration will
become critical in
approximately ten minutes.

- What?
- An explosion in airlock -

I heard you.
Can you seal off that sector?

The damage to my system
precludes me from
initiating structural repairs.

Sealing doors 16 and 18 will
have to be closed manually.

- What are you doing?
- Trying to get
out of this place...

before it blows up.

Relax. The construction's
modular. ZED can seal up the
damaged section.

Besides, where are you
going to go?

Brennick, wait!
Stay with me.

I'll call my office.
They'll send someone
to come get us.

- And then what?
- Then I'll pardon you.

You are gonna pardon me?

(LAUGHS)

- No, thanks, lady.
- Brennick, wait!

ZED: The station's orbit will
continue to deteriorate...

until both sealing doors
are secured.

- Sir, the prisoners--
- Not now.

We have a damaged sector
in the new wing.

- We'll have to seal it off
manually.

ZED: Sorry to interrupt,
Mr. Teller.

There's an outgoing
transmission from sector 17.

- Outgoing? Retrieve it.
- Are you listening to me?

Of course, Susan. You want
me to send a
spaceship up there...

because your stepson
tried to kill you...

but a prisoner named Beswick
saved your life, right?

- It's Brennick, you idiot!
- Brennick.

MAN: I'll have to get back
to you on this.
SUSAN: Wait, wait!

ZED, behavior modification...

highest level.

John Brennick.

ZED: I'm sorry,
but that file has
been deleted from the system.

By whom?

You said delete
all casualties.

Casualties means dead,
you cretin!

(PANTING)

MARCUS: Yo! Wait up!

Come on!

(GASPS)

Oh, damn!
What the hell you do that for?

I'm sorry! I didn't know
it was you!

ELENA: You're lucky it was
your head.

Listen. Get everyone to the
water tank. We're going
out on the tug.

ZED, why didn't you
tell me about this?

You instructed me
not to report anomalies...

unless specifically
requested to do so.

Orbital deterioration will
become critical in
approximately eight minutes.

- What?
- Have you developed
a hearing defect?

Unless you want the
station to collapse like
an egg carton...

you better get up there and
seal off the damaged section!

Now where you goin'?

I've been hiding
from Men-Tel for 10 years.

I'm not gonna let my son
grow up that way.

Besides, someone has
to turn off the lights.

You can't use those up here!
You'll pierce the hull!

The last thing
I'm worried about is
another prick in the hull.

You seal this.
I'll start on the other one.

(TYPING)

(RUMBLING)

Bingo.

Look what crawled out
of the recycle bin.

Don't be stupid.
The whole place is
about to go down.

Nah.

Just you.

Lethal dose.

Drop your weapon, Sato.

I am not going to let
you kill another man
in cold blood.

Didn't I tell you never
to touch me again?

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

ELENA: Everyone! Keep moving!

ZED, show me Brennick!

Wait a minute. D-2.

ZED? Stop them!

I'm sorry. My system
requirements are
presently overloaded.

Orbital deterioration
will become critical
in four minutes.

(YELLING)

ELENA: Stanley, come on.

(GAGGING)

I can't-- I-- I can't--

Shit! Don't say a word.

- Stanley, let's go! Let's go.
- Come on!

- Go!
- Okay.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

Where's Sato and Gordon?

- ZED: Sato is missing
and Gordon is dead.
- Damn it!

You get up there
and seal it off.

MARCUS: Let's go! Keep movin'!

- Let's go! Get outta here!
- Don't look down!

Come on, Stanley!
Let's go!

He can't just
have disappeared.

- ZED: Perhaps he is at the
new transmitter.
- Patch me through then.

I'm afraid you will
have to do that manually.

You denied me access
to the transmitter
area six days ago.

Because you were reporting
everything I did to the
Men-Tel Corporation.

Reporting is an
automatic function.

I have no control over it.

ZED, you betrayed me.

(HEAVY MUSIC PLAYING)

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- Whoa!

You left the water running.

Access restored. Find him.

ZED: I have located
John Brennick in the
transmitter control room.

Not my gun!

ZED: Orbital deterioration
will become critical
in one minute.

- Help me!
- Not now.
Brennick's got the weapon.

Forget Brennick!
We gotta seal the door!

Teller, think!
The weapon is
pointed at Earth!

Now what's he gonna
do with it? Help me.

ZED: Total orbital collapse
will occur in ten seconds.

Nine, eight, seven...

six, five, four...

three, two--

(GRUNTING)

ZED: The damaged sector
has been secured.

Orbital stability
is being restored.

ZED's coming back on-line.
We've got to get
out of here now.

- What about Brennick?
- He's dead.

I saw it myself.
Teller shot him twice.

Look, I'm the
president of Men-Tel!

I'm ordering you to get off
of this space station now--

(SCREAMS)

We're not going anywhere,
you bitch.

What the hell's he doin'?

The panels?

(BEEPING)

It's over, John.
Step away from the controls.

Get over there!

Ten years.

I feel like I know you...

better than anyone
I've known in my whole life.

I wouldn't bet on that.

ZED: A massive power surge has
destroyed all of the station's
critical functions.

All personnel must
evacuate immediately.

A massive power surge has
destroyed all of the station's
critical functions.

All personnel must
evacuate immediately.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

Prisoner number 27609,
Brennick, John, W.

You are charged with sedition,
sabotage, escape...

with aiding and abetting
fugitive identified as
Brennick, Karen.

You are also charged with--

Teller! It's over!
Get up the stairs!

You get up there,
and you bring him down!

(GRUNTS)

ZED: Have a nice--

Prisoner number 27609--

You're out of your
fuckin' mind!

You traitorous piece of shit!

(SCREAMS)

- Take my hand!
- I'm sorry.

- Take my hand!
- ZED: Sabotage, escape--

(SCREAMING)

ZED: Identified as Brennick--

(SCREAMING)

(ALL YELLING)

John!

I'm losin' it!

- We've got him!
- Hurry up!

Cut it loose!

(ALL YELLING)

Hold on!

- Dial the system!
- Everybody, hold on!

Mom, look.

- It's a shooting star.
- Ahh.

You can make a wish.

- I wish--
- Shh...

If you tell anyone,
your wish won't come true.

(SIGHS)

I wish my dad would come home.

- Take us home.
- (ALL CHEERING)

- Oh, Danny, Danny, Danny!
- Dad!

John!

(LAUGHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)