All language subtitles for Escape.From.LA.6.SHOUT.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

In the Iate 20th century,

hostile forces
inside the United States grow strong.

The city of Los AngeIes

is ravaged by crime and immoraIity.

To protect and defend its citizens,

the United States Police Force
is formed.

A presidential candidate
predicts a millennium earthquake

will destroy L.A. in divine retribution.

Like the mighty fist of God,

Armageddon will descend upon
the city of Los Angeles,

the city of sin, the city of Gomorrah,
the city of Sodom,

and waters will arise and separate
this sinful, sinful city from our country.

An earthquake
measuring 9.6 on the Richter scale

hits at 12:59 p.m.,
August 22, in the year 2000.

After the devastation,
the Constitution is amended

and the newly elected president
accepts a lifetime term of office.

The country's capital
is relocated from Washington, D.C.,

to the President's hometown
of Lynchburg, Virginia.

Los Angeles lsland is declared
no longer part of the United States

and becomes the deportation point
for all people

found undesirable or unfit
to live in the new, moral America.

The United States Police Force,
like an army,

is encamped along the shoreline,

making any escape from L.A.
impossible.

From the southeastern hills
of Orange County

to the northwestern shore of Malibu,

the great wall excludes L.A.
from the mainland.

The President's first act as permanent
Commander-in-Chief is Directive 17.

Once an American loses
his or her citizenship,

they are deported
to this island of the damned,

and they never come back.

Attention. We are on tactical alert.
Remain at battle stations.

l repeat, remain at battle stations.

This is the Police Channel
and this is prime news.

ln a late-breaking story,
the force has announced

the arrival of the most notorious outlaw
in United States history at Firebase 7,

the Deportation Center
for Los Angeles lsland.

Now this on-the-scene report.

War hero. Criminal.
The force's most wanted man.

Convicted of 27 moral crimes.

Arrested two weeks ago
on a charge of gun fighting for profit

in New Vegas, Thailand, U.S. Territory.

lt's been 16 years
since his famous rescue in New York,

and the reports of Plissken sightings

have remained constant
during that time.

Commander?

We're still getting a trace
from the rescue team, sir.

-Stationary signal?
-lt has not moved from this location.

That means he's hiding,
captured or dead.

-So we go with Plissken?
-He's all we've got.

Hello, Plissken. Welcome to L.A.

Come on. Move it.

-That's Snake Plissken?
-What did you expect?

l don't know. He just looks so retro.
Kind of 20th century.

Good old days. Let's get going.

The people of the United States
have waited a long time

-for this criminal.
-Move out!

You are now entering
the Deportation Center.

You have been found guilty
of moral crimes

against the United States of America

and sentenced to permanent expulsion
beyond its borders.

Any failure to comply
with processing instructions

will be met with use of force.

Take a look at them, Plissken.
Prostitutes, atheists, runaways.

We're throwing out the trash.

"S.D. Bob Plissken, Special Forces."
Two Purple Hearts.

Youngest man ever decorated
by the President.

Rescued a different President in '97.
So what happened to you, war hero?

You were the best we had.
Now you're just like one of them.

You had it all,
and you turned away from your country.

Why? The whole nation's watching,

every good and decent person
who works hard and follows the rules.

Be my guest.
What do you have to say, Plissken?

Call me Snake.

You are now entering
the processing area.

The next scheduled departure to L.A.
is in one hour.

Get over there!

You now have the option
to repent of your sins

and be electrocuted on the premises.

lf you elect this option,

notify the cleric sergeant
in your processing area.

How's it going, hotshot?

You know, l got to admit,
l thought we had you in Cleveland.

-Come on. Tell me. How'd you do it?
-Get to the deal.

-What?
-You need me for something. What is it?

Show him.

At 1 030 hours, Wednesday,

a group of government officials

began a tour
of the Benford Space Defense Lab.

The President's daughter Utopia
was among them.

Somehow during the tour,

she came into possession
of a top-secret prototype unit.

One hour later,

she boarded Air Force Three
for Lynchburg.

To the American people,
now is the time to rise up

and demand the surrender
of the President

and his corrupt theocracy of lies
and terror!

At 1 140 hours,
she hijacked Air Force Three.

We scanned this onto the VR.
Check it out.

Today is day one of a brand-new world.

The days of empire are finished.

To the President, my father.

You know what's in here,
and unless you open your borders,

allow all the wrongfully accused
to return to their country,

l will use this on you
and on the United States.

Her emergency escape pod
landed somewhere in L.A.

Her ELT signal ceased immediately.
After that, silence.

We sent in a five-man rescue team.

Within a few hours
of landing on the island,

all but one of them was killed.

One hell of a team.

-Skip the commentary, Plissken.
-Snake.

Call me Snake.

Get on with it.

Right after her sister committed suicide,
Utopia began to withdraw from life

into her virtual reality simulator.

She'd punch up her own little world
in cyberspace

and stay in it for days at a time.

Somebody else was in there with her.

Utopia made tapes
of her VR experiences

and then tried to erase them,

but she missed one five-second image.

We ran a data scan

and found this fragment
on the end of her last tape.

Cuervo Jones. Peruvian terrorist.
Member of the Shining Path.

Runs the Mescalito Justice,
the biggest, baddest gang in L.A.

Somehow, Cuervo Jones managed
to tap into the VR master data bank.

Utopia was lonely,
looking for something to believe in,

and so he used her
to steal the black box.

-Sad story. You got a smoke?
-This is serious, Plissken.

The black box
is a matter of national security.

lt looks like it belongs to
Utopia's lover-boy now.

-Yeah. We want it back.
-l'll bet.

What's it do?

Top secret. Only on a need-to-know.

Evidently, l don't need to know,
so fuck you. l'm going to Hollywood.

lf you go into L.A.,
bring back the black box,

and you will receive a full pardon
for every immoral act

you have ever committed
in the United States.

-Sounds familiar.
-An immediate answer.

Yes or no?

-Who are you?
-l'm your president.

l understand
you got some domestic problems.

Put that black box in my hand,
and you're a free man.

l can see you're real concerned
about your daughter.

Utopia is lost to me.
My daughter is gone.

-Last chance, hotshot.
-For what?

-Freedom, sir.
-ln America? That died a long time ago.

All right. l've heard enough of this.
Explain to this foot soldier

why he's going to do
what we tell him to do.

-What's he talking about?
-The Plutoxin 7 virus.

Genetically engineered.
1 00% pure death.

Complete nervous system shutdown.

You crash.
You bleed out like a stuck pig.

lt's not a pretty sight.

l see.

You figure you inject that shit into me
and l'll do whatever you want,

just like New York?

-You got it, Snake.
-One question.

Which one of you assholes gets to die
trying to stick me?

You don't understand.
lt's already in you.

Catches on quick, doesn't he?

Your countdown clock is now activated.

Designer viruses, Plissken.
Wave of the future.

Right now you've got
less than 1 0 hours to live.

lt's already moving
through your bloodstream.

Go ahead.
Put your hand on that touch pad.

Of course, there is an antidote

and it neutralizes the virus
immediately upon injection.

Which l will personally authorize
once your mission is completed.

The man is too dumb to survive L.A.

We're holograms, Plissken.
Give us a little credit.

We're not that stupid.

Get this crap out of me.

l guess we've got a deal.

Nice to be working with you, hotshot.

You'd better hope l don't make it back.

All of you.

Core burner. Magnesium ammo.
Five hundred extra rounds.

Oral projectile. Mouth dart.
The dart is filled with urolyde.

lt will stun the enemy
for several seconds.

Every member of the rescue team

had a tracking chip
implanted in his arm.

l think one of them might still be alive.

Use the tracer in your watch
to locate him.

This is a holocam.
lt's a portable holographic camera.

lt'll project your image
up to a half mile away.

1 00% audio send
and receive capabilities.

lt's a prototype.
Confuse and deceive the enemy.

Now, it has a mini-nuke battery
good for about 8 minutes,

but you can only use it once.

So you better save it for when it counts.

Stick matches.
Plain, old-fashioned stick matches.

Never know when you might need them.

-Where are my guns?
-l thought you might want those.

Stealth clothing.
Fire retardant, nullifies heat detection.

Put them on.

-l'll take the coat.
-You'll take them all.

All right. Listen up, Plissken.
L.A.'s being primed as a beachhead

for an invasion of the United States.

War is about to be declared, Plissken,
or didn't you know?

That's right. l forgot.
You don't give a shit, do you?

Cuervo Jones runs with Shining Path.

And their goal is
to take back North America.

lt's the revenge
of pre-industrial societies.

Shining Path has united
all Third World countries.

The Cubans and Brazilians
are poised to invade Miami.

lf the Ugandans and Colombians
make a run at the border,

we've got a full-scale attack
on the United States.

High stakes, hotshot.

-How am l going in?
-Under the San Fernando Sea.

Shark 3 submarine.
One-man submersible.

Just like the turbine model,
only this one's nuclear-powered.

lt's very simple. Throttle up,
keep it in the green, throttle back.

You'll put ashore at the Cahuenga Pass.

Make your way up
through the mountains

toward the Hollywood Bowl.

Use your tracer to locate
the last member of the rescue team.

lf he survived,
he's the only source of information

you'll have on the island.

-Do l bring him back, too?
-No. Negative.

Figures.

For all we know, he's already dead.

ln any case, once you go inside,
you're on your own.

When the black box is secure,

get back to the submarine
as fast as you can.

lt's your only way out. Plissken!

You know what to do with the girl.

This nation doesn't need to waste
any more time and money

on bullshit trials for high treason.

-Kill her.
-ls that an order from the President?

Absolutely. Or let's just say
it's what's best for the country.

By the way, who gives me the antidote?

-A medical team will be standing by.
-Neither one of you?

-No.
-Good.

Thought you might try that, hotshot.

That's why the first clip
is loaded with blanks.

Bye-bye, Snake. Good luck.

Nice and easy now.

Com check.

Yeah. l'm here.

Stand by for launch.

8 hours, 8 minutes, 26 seconds
to neuro-system shutdown.

lgnite her.

Fuel rod injection.

She's in the green.

Lock fuel rods.

-Locked.
-Nuclear turbine to 75% power.

-75% power.
-Hands on switches and counting.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Launch!

Hey, watch your speed, hotshot.
There's lots of obstructions down there.

His reactor's starting to overheat.

Slow it down, Plissken.
You're overloading the power plant.

You slow down, dickhead.
l'm the one who's dying.

Plissken!

Power plant overload.

Guidance systems malfunction.

You no longer have
control of stick function.

Obstruction dead ahead.

Plissken.

Yeah. l'm here. Cahuenga Pass.

What the hell happened
to the submarine?

Disappeared off our screens.

Plissken!

l got to go.

Too bad about your boat, man,

but we'd appreciate it
if you'd stay off our beach.

Just passing through.

You look kind of familiar.

-What do you want?
-Nothing, dude.

-l just realized who you are. That's all.
-That's all?

Come on, man.
l'm not looking for trouble.

You know, l used to see you a lot
when l surfed the birds.

See you on the Police Channel.
You're pretty far out, Snake.

l mean, cool.

But l kind of thought you'd be taller.

Which way to the Hollywood Bowl?

Down that way.

lt's just an aftershock. No big deal.
We get them all the time.

Thanks for not killing me, man.
l owe you one.

Acid rain.

Hey, Snake,
what are you doing here anyway?

l heard
they busted your hump pretty good

down in Cleveland.

Location of rescue team member.

50 yards southeast
from your present position.

Location of rescue team member.
40 yards from your present position.

Rescue team member is located
10 feet from your present position.

Hey, man. 1 00 bucks says
you can't put three blades into him.

You want a throw?

-Hey, one-eye, l'm talking to you, man.
-Where can l find Cuervo Jones?

What do l look like,
a fucking tour guide?

Hey!

-lt's wintertime, baby.
-l'm looking for Cuervo Jones.

Why? You work for Hershe?
l heard she's looking for Cuervo, too.

-Where is he?
-You can see him on Sunset.

He's supposed to be
coming by any time now.

-Sunset.
-Boulevard.

You really are new, aren't you?
Come on, baby. l'll show you.

Keep going down that way, honey.
You can't miss it.

Hey, one-eye!

Look in my face when l talk to you,
shit-heel.

Neuro-system shutdown, seven hours.

Plissken.

-Yeah. Go ahead.
-Did you find the team member?

Yeah. They're using him
for target practice.

-He's not going to be much help.
-What are you going to do?

Amigos, no matter
where you come from,

no matter what color your skin is,
we're all one raza.

-The raza of the oppressed...
-Watch the parade.

What?

Yeah, but today, we've got the north
by the balls. Come on! Right? Right?

Meet me at the Happy Kingdom.

Let's party tonight,

because tomorrow we're going to start
our way back to glory!

Hey!

Yeah! We got our freedom!
We got a future!

That looks like Snake Plissken.

-Who?
-He used to be a gunfighter.

Kind of faded out from the scene
a few years ago.

l hear he slowed down some.

Doesn't look that slow, Cuervo.

Watch it! Watch it!

No problem! No!

Nobody rolls into town
and disrespects me.

Not Snake Plissken, not nobody.

Okay, okay, you got me! No, no, don't...

Take him out!

l'm going to give you assholes a chance.

What do you say we play
a little Bangkok rules?

Nobody draws until this hits the ground.

You ready?

Draw.

Hey, he left his coat here, man.

Malloy.

l'm here, Plissken.
Have you got the black box?

Negative, and l just lost the core burner
and the holocam.

l don't need to know
what your problems are, Plissken.

l just want my black box.

Now, you've got seven and a half hours.
Do you read me?

Listen to me, Malloy.

This guy's got more heat around him
than the President.

Now, l can get
your precious little box back,

but l'm going to need more time.
You understand?

You listen to me, Plissken.

That little headache that just kicked in
will only get worse.

You're starting to feel
the effects of the virus.

Soon you'll have a fever
followed by a lack of energy.

Now, you bear that in mind.
Just push on through, soldier.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

l thought it was you. Yeah.
l recognized you right away.

l've been hanging out around here

for more years
than l want to think about,

but l never thought
l'd see Snake Plissken

cruising Sunset Boulevard.

lt's a real pleasure to meet you.

l'm Map to the Stars Eddie.

Where's Cuervo Jones' place?

He's the man with the juice, Snake.
He's got the President's daughter.

He's setting up something big,

but l got a feeling
you know all about that, right?

-Location.
-That way.

And if you're going to go through
Beverly Hills,

you're going to need a map.

lt's prerecorded. l narrated it myself.

Welcome to your very own
map to the stars.

That's me.

Sure, we all know the big one wiped out
the entertainment industry here in L.A.,

but the glamour and excitement
of Hollywood is still alive,

so come with me
and see where the stars...

Hey, Snake, you're going to need this.
l'm telling you.

All right. l'll give you a deal.
50,000 bucks.

That's a real bargain.

And here we go.

Sucker.

Stay down, man, or they'll see you.

This is only their second shift.
You make one move, and we're done.

And don't make noise.

lf you want to make noise,
go and find another bush.

You're the one making all the noise.

Shit!

-Plissken's tracerjust went down.
-Terminated?

Yes, sir.
We can't even locate him on heat seek.

-He's wearing stealth.
-Now what?

We sit tight, and we wait for the man
to communicate with us.

Wait? For how long?
He's probably dead.

Wait, Mr. President. Be patient.

l told you to stay down.
Now look what you've done.

l can't believe this.

Are you Snake Plissken?

You look like him in a way.

By the way, genius,
we're both dead meat.

-What are they?
-Surgical failures.

They live here.

Too many implants and face-lifts
over the years.

Their muscles turn to Jell-O.

The only way they survive
is to have fresh body parts

transplanted over and over again.

-Oh, my God.
-Who's that?

The Surgeon General of Beverly Hills.

These are no good.

You couldn't give them away.

And this,

l can do nothing with this one.

Yeah. Wheel it away.

All right, you heard what the man said.
Get rid of it.

l can't work with garbage like this.

Now, these two...

They look very good.

My God, they're real.

What a beautiful blue eye.
Shame he only has one.

Nurse.

Still,

one eye's better than none.

Anybody moves,
l blow his brains out and then yours.

You, get my guns.

Now.

Back off.

Now, everybody, relax, and he won't die.

Hey. Hey, man, help me.

You're never going to
find your way out of here without me.

Really.

Cut her down.

Hey, get somebody.

Down there.

Quickly.

Get in.

l think we lost them.

l think we're lost.

This way.

l used to run guns
with the Black Jihad last year.

We drove golf carts up
and down these tunnels.

l know them like the back of my hand.

-You are Snake Plissken, aren't you?
-l used to be.

l thought you'd be taller.

-So, what are you doing in L.A.?
-l'm dying.

But first you got to find something?

President's daughter.
She's with Cuervo Jones.

So you want to go to Cuervo's place?

-l've been there once.
-Show me.

All right.

l used to hear about you all the time,

like they could never catch you
no matter what you did.

Very cool, Snake.

Sooner or later, they get everybody.

Up.

Cuervo Jones' place is down that way.

Get off at the Vermont exit. Go south.
You can't miss it.

Be careful, though.
This is Korean Dragon territory.

lt's very dangerous around here.

Bye.

Snake?

When you find the President's daughter,
are you going to take her back?

No.

-So you are staying in L.A.?
-Not if l can help it.

Sun is coming up in a few hours.

U.V.'s going to be bad today.

l know a place where
we could crash if you want.

My boyfriend and l broke up tonight, so,

l'd love to take care of you

and make you feel good.

l'll read your future.

The future is right now.

...they gather their sins against
the soul of the righteous

and condemn the innocent blood.

Dear God,

we call on you to be our defense,
our rock and our refuge.

Let us pray.

We give thanks for being alive
and pray that in your mercy...

Snake, it's me, Taslima.

l'm coming with you to Cuervo's place.
Yeah?

They're new.
They don't belong to any gang.

They're just scared, that's all.

That's how l was
when they first deported me.

Why are you here?

l was a Muslim in South Dakota.
All of a sudden, they made it a crime.

l mean, why do you stay?
You can go south, Mexico.

L.A.'s still the place, Snake.

lf you think about what's happened
on the other side of the world,

that's the prison.

This is the only free zone left, anywhere.

Dark paradise.

At least we get something
out of the deal.

A girl can still wear a fur coat
if she wants to, for example.

No, no, no.
Once you figure out this place,

it's really not so bad.

Get down!

-Where's it coming from?
-The car in the street below!

Hop in, Snake. Come on.

Didn't think l'd see you again.
How'd you get out of Beverly Hills?

Nobody ever gets out of there alive.

Yeah. Maybe that's why
you let me walk in there.

Come on, man. l tried to tell you,
you need one of my maps to get around.

-Shut up down there!
-Give it back!

You got to start listening to me, Snake.
l got connections around here.

lf you need anything, l'm the man to see.

You can't just be walking around town
without knowing the ropes.

You take the wrong street,
you're dead, pal.

Stop the car.

All right, Snake. Anything you say.

Although, l was going to take you
to Cuervo Jones' place.

Where is it?

lt's right over there.

lt's pretty neat, huh?

This is Cuervo's car.
He lets me use it sometimes.

Hey, not to worry, Snake.
You've just been shot with a fun gun.

Feel it? You feel it?

lt's pure mesh, man,
1 00-proof artery choker.

lt's like Cuervo says,

when the hit pulls you down
to one inch from death,

that is living, man.

You should've talked to me first.
l could've set this thing up.

l'm actually Cuervo's agent, you know,
and l would love to represent you, too.

We could make a bundle.
l know l could help your career.

l mean, you're a legend and all,
but last couple of years,

it's like you've fallen off
the face of the earth.

Cuervo, l delivered him, didn't l?

l figured out
what the cops sent him in to do.

Plissken was the second rescue team.

He was supposed to get the black box
and the girl

and take them back out over the wall.

All l'm asking for
is a finder's fee after you take over.

Maybe Wisconsin. l don't know.

-Okay. We're almost set up, Cuervo.
-Good.

Well, l originally heard about this
when l was working for NASA.

Check this out.

Common, ordinary remote-control unit.
Yeah? Everyone's got one, right?

Here's the kicker.

This instruction disk hooks you
right into the Sword of Damocles,

the ultimate defensive weapon system.

You see that?

There's a ring of satellites
encircling the Earth.

Attached to each satellite
is a mega neutron bomb.

When detonated,

each satellite unleashes
an intense electromagnetic pulse,

but EMP doesn't harm a living thing.

What it does do is shut down
every known power source,

all electrical devices, cars,
airplanes, toasters,

computers, everything, even batteries.

But this makes this an aiming device

that gives the user incredible accuracy.

You can pinpoint precisely
what you want to shut down,

a taxicab in Buenos Aires,
the entire country of Spain.

Amazing. Brilliant.

Hell, you could key in all the satellites
and shut down the whole planet,

send it right back to the Dark Ages.

-Let's face it. He's dead.
-l agree.

Plissken's been dead so many times
l can't count them all.

-But he never stays down.
-The mission's scrubbed, Commander.

l should never have let you
talk me out of that air strike.

Well, it's on now,
effective immediately, full-scale.

Target Los Angeles. Flatten it. Burn it.

No!

What did you say to me?

Cuervo Jones is holding
all the cards now, sir.

He sees our aircraft come in,
he pushes that button, kaboom!

There goes our aircraft, and there
goes the United States ofAmerica.

We don't even know if he knows
how to work the goddamn thing.

Snake Plissken, American outlaw.
You're going to like this.

Remember, Cuervo,
you got to punch in the world code first.

666.

That brings all the satellites on line.
Then you can aim the prototype.

-Hey, pendejo you think l'm stupid?
-No. No. No. l'm sorry, Cuervo.

Bring them in.

Okay, okay, go on.

Hello, North America.

Yes, l am Cuervo Jones...

Wait a minute.

That's Plissken.

This is the real L.A.,

people without hope, without a country.

l knew it. He's alive.

Do you know what they want?
Liberation.

Now it's their turn.

l'm taking over with this.

Now, l told you
not to try to get this back, didn't l?

But you disobeyed me. Well...

He's entering the target code.

Bend over, Mr. President.
Time for a spanking.

He's targeting Lynchburg.
That'll shut down the capital.

-Patch me in to the White House.
-Say goodnight to the missus.

This broadcast is going out live
all across the country.

Yes, this is the President.
Get me my wife, please.

-Are you watching TV? l mean, my God!
-Yes, Eve, yes, l know.

-Do you see what's going on?
-l'm watching it, too.

-Who is this guy? He says you...
-Yes, l know.

...curfew.

Hello? Hello?

Hey, Presidente, silence is golden, no?

Don't tell me
you didn't enjoy this just a little bit.

l mean,

if your wife
is anything like your daughter,

she's sweet to eat,
but you just can't shut her up.

-Hey, knock it off, Cuervo.
-All right, now this is set.

We shut down the entire United States.

l want a police chopper to come
and get me

at the Happy Kingdom
no later than 5:00 a.m.

Once l'm airborne,
you'll get your orders.

Remember, don't piss me off,
or l'll pull the plug.

l'm at the mercy of this madman.

-Don't count Plissken out, sir.
-He's tanked. He's a POW.

But he's still alive.

Six, five, four, three, two, one.

Shot clock!

-Well, this is insane.
-lt is. That's the point.

All right, all right.

Hey!

l promised you tonight
was going to be special.

l also promised you

one last great spectacle of death
here in this historic arena.

Now you will see that death.

l give you

the death of Snake Plissken!

Come on, you pansy!

Some people think
you're already dead, Snake.

Some say you never will be.

Because you may have
survived Cleveland,

you may have escaped from New York,
but this is L.A., vato.

And you're about to find out
that this fucking city can kill anybody!

-L.A. ! L.A. ! L.A. !
-L.A. ! L.A. ! L.A. !

Game time!

Basketball.

Two hoops. Full court.
Ten-second shot clock.

Miss a shot, you get shot.

Shot clock buzzer goes off
before you shoot, you get shot.

Two points for a basket.
No three-point bullshit.

All you got to do is make 10 points.
That's it.

By the way,

nobody's ever walked off
that court alive.

Nobody.

All right!

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four, three, two, one.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

Nice shot.

He's getting tired now.

...four, three, two, one.

Snake! Snake! Snake!

-Snake! Snake! Snake!
-Snake! Snake! Snake!

This town loves a winner.

-Snake! Snake! Snake!
-Snake! Snake! Snake!

He won, Cuervo.

You can't kill him.

l have to.

Get off!

Free shot!

lt's the big one!

Find him! We're going to Anaheim.

Come here.

Cuervo. Cuervo, wait up.

-Give me a minute, man.
-Get lost, agent!

Come on.
We got a relationship here, man.

Let me make something clear to you.

l'm starting to get irritated,
and that's not a good thing.

lrritated with me?
Cuervo, l'm taking care of you.

l'm with you in all this.
Don't you understand?

We can't find him, Cuervo.

So keep looking!

Get in the car.

lf l'm being too rough on you,
you just let me know, okay?

Snake! Don't shoot. lt's me, Utopia.

l'm alone.

This whole place is a nightmare.

Cuervo's a killer.
He's worse than my father.

l want to go back with you.

Oh, my God.

My father sent you to kill me, didn't he?

Shit.

Get out of here.

Go.

Wait. You can't take that back, Snake.

Oh, God. You can't give that to him.

All he wants to do is control everything,
just like Cuervo.

lf l don't take it back, l'm dead.

Not another one!

Run!

lt's over.

Get me a complete damage report
as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

Thank God almighty.

Maybe that's the answer
to all of our problems.

Maybe.

Maybe they're all dead.

Maybe.

Cuervo, man!

We almost bought the farm.

The whole place
just fell in right behind us.

Where is Plissken?

He's down there. He's dead.

He's history, and l did it.
l killed him, man. l shot him.

Right? Tell him.

-Give it to me.
-Yeah.

l brought it back to you, Cuervo.
lt's all there.

Dude, is that you, Snake?

Far out, man.

Hey, did you find Cuervo, man?

Hey, Cuervo, wait. l've done it all, man.

l killed Plissken. l got your girl back.
l gave you all the marbles.

-Just for you, Cuervo, just for...
-So where is he?

l shot him.

He went down, okay? l mean...

His body's probably washed down
into Wilshire Canyon somewhere.

Good! So then you know where he is.

Bring me his head.

-Where's the Happy Kingdom?
-Anaheim.

lt's the staging area for the big invasion.

The whole town's going to be there,
except me.

l'm staying right here, man.

l'm ready for the big wave.
lt's going to be some eternal one.

-Take me there.
-What?

-Take me there.
-Hey, man.

You're not doing so well, Snake.
You need help. Here.

Here. Hold on.

-Who shot you?
-lt doesn't matter.

Well, yeah, you're right.

You should talk to Hershe.
She hates Cuervo, big-time.

They used to be partners,
and they split up.

-Who?
-Hershe.

She lives downtown in a big boat,
down that way.

She hangs with Saigon Shadow.
Man, they don't take shit from nobody.

-What is that?
-Tsunami, Snake. Tsunami!

Surf's up big-time now, mister.

Start feeling better quick, man,

'cause you ain't got time
to get out of here.

This is going to be
some kind of ride, man.

Some kind of bitching ride. Let's go.
Come on.

Bitching, man! Okay.

Let the front edge pick you up.

Don't get on your board
till you ride to the top.

Don't blow it, man. lf you fall off
the board, it's the big wipeout.

Got it?

Bitching!

Hang on, Snake.

You got to be kidding me.

-Later.
-Snake! Yeah!

You're going to tell me
how to get downtown.

-Somebody named Hershe.
-Yeah, sure, Snake. No problem.

Hey, hey!

-Are you going to kill me?
-Hershe.

Right. Keep going straight.
Two blocks down, make a right.

Warning. Neuro-system shutdown,

one hour.

l first met Hershe when l got deported.
She helped set me up in business.

We're talking a power player, Snake.

Cuervo's got the numbers
and the firepower,

but Hershe's got a burning spine
made out of steel.

Big-time fast-lane ambitions.
Think about it.

The two of you hooked up together,
l'm talking box-office material here.

What?

Easy, Snake. l see him, too. We're okay.
Come on.

She's going to love you, Snake.
You're going to love her, too.

We're going to make this thing happen.

By the way, l'm through with Cuervo.

The guy's got
no sense of loyalty whatsoever.

Right through here.

-What?
-Hey, man, how you doing?

Long time, no see. Remember me?
Map to the Stars Eddie.

Yeah, well, l got somebody
l want Hershe to meet.

Snake Plissken, baby,
right here in the flesh.

Your gun.

Great. Thanks, pal.

All right, we're in.

Look, strange scene in here.
Let me do the talking.

Hey, Hershe, how you doing?

Hang on. Hang on, guys. This is big.
lt's Snake Plissken.

l brought him here to see you, Hershe.
He's got a little business proposition.

-What's in it for me?
-Wait a minute.

l know that voice.

Yeah.

You're Carjack Malone.

Not anymore.

You two know each other?

Well, the more things change, the more
they stay the same, huh, Carjack?

Glad to see you're still packing a gun
between your legs.

-Hold on, honey...
-You owe me.

You bolted on me back in Cleveland.

Hershe, you were in Cleveland?

Yeah, with me and Texas Mike O'Shea,

except you looked a little different
in those days, Carjack.

You get one thing straight, Plissken.
l'm no longer Carjack Malone.

l'm Hershe Las Palmas,
the most drop-dead, to-die-for number

you ever laid that one eye on.

l don't give a fuck what you are.
l wanna know what happened

-to you in Cleveland...
-l was called away on urgent business.

-l got caught, and you didn't.
-Don't lie to me!

All right, so l made another deal.
l got my ass kicked, not you.

-l've been in here five years, not you.
-l got a new deal for you.

You help me, you live.

l wouldn't do that, Snake.

You see, we all have an agreement.

Anything happens to me
and you're dead.

l'm already dead.

l see your point. What's the deal?

Get me to Cuervo Jones. l got one hour.

Dream on, blue eye.

-Say good night, Carjack.
-Hold on!

Cuervo Jones has more firepower
than two armies.

No one gets near him.

And he's got the black box and the girl.
He's running the show.

What black box?

The one that shuts down
the power permanently.

Yeah, right! And the Plutoxin 7 virus

is going to kill you in less than 1 0 hours.

-What?
-lt's bullshit, baby.

Rumor control.
Government propaganda.

-Just one more lie.
-Snake's telling the truth, Hershe.

l used to represent the guy
who invented it.

-Swear to God, Snake.
-Hey, hey.

What's the deal, gorgeous?

We get the girl and the black box,
and we get out of here.

All of us?

Yeah.

Me, too?

Why should we leave? l love L.A.

Where we going to go?

What's the big payoff?

The President's promised to give
whoever helps me $1 million.

Yeah? A million greenbacks?

l got 1 0 million of them in the next room.

Bluebacks.

-Come on, Snake.
-Bluebacks.

l swear to God, Eddie.

This is bigger than Cleveland.

lt sounds thin to me.

You want to stay here
while Cuervo Jones rules the world?

Hell, no. That sucks.

So how are we going to get out?

l'll tell you that when we get there.

Plissken, man, you are such a loser!
Man, making up shit along the way.

That's why l left your ass in Cleveland.

You're just a chump
just like the rest of us. No deal!

Government chopper.

lt'll be there.

Okay, that's better.

So how are we getting there
in under an hour?

That's your end.

Edward?

The best you could do from here
is take the five.

The shape it's in,
two and a half hours minimum.

No, use the air. You're burning.

The Santa Anas. The night wind.

-What are you talking about?
-Death from above.

l don't know about these things.

You don't like it, don't come.

Where'd you get these rigs, Carjack?

My name is Hershe.
Do you understand, Plissken?

l got an idea.
Got any red nail polish on you?

What?

Come on.

-l expect that back, Eddie.
-Yeah, yeah.

There. lt looks just like
the Sword of Damocles instruction CD.

Maybe we can
pull a Texas switch on Cuervo.

-Yeah, if he lets you get close enough.
-Don't worry.

Let's do it!

The wind's up. Come on. Let's go!

Neuro-system shutdown, 24 minutes.

-Cuervo! Cuervo! Cuervo!
-Cuervo! Cuervo! Cuervo!

Are you ready for the new world?

The attack is now under way!

-What's going on?
-l don't know. l think we're fucked!

Get out here! Get out of there!

Do you see Plissken anywhere?

Neuro-system shutdown, 25 minutes.

Get my jet ready.
Get it fueled and ready to go.

You can't run away now. lt's too late.

You have to stand, face it down.

Mr. President.

Commander,
we are receiving reports from Miami.

An armada of warships
has just departed Cuba.

ETA, the Florida coast in 45 minutes.

They're starting the invasion.

l've got to go to my quarters!
l've got to pray!

Go with him.
Make sure he doesn't do anything crazy.

Hey, Eddie, is that what l think it is?

Yeah. The place kept changing owners.

Finally went bankrupt.
The thing in Paris killed them.

We're going to need
some kind of diversion.

Let's go.

Hey, Cuervo! Hey!

Hey, Cuervo! l made it!

l made it! Wait for me!

Oh, shit!

Hey, Cuervo!

Will you please kill him for me?

Hey! Hey! l got news!
There's about to be an attack!

You're about to get hit, man.
lt's Plissken.

Plissken?

-You told me that you shot him dead.
-Yeah, l thought l did.

But l found him, sort of, alive.

Sort of. Where?

-Cuervo.
-What?

-lt's so good to see you.
-Where is Plissken?

-He's near.
-You're stalling, Eddie.

Jeez!

Talk, little gringo, or l'll rip your balls off.

Look out behind you!

You have lied to me
for the very last time.

Come on, hurry up! Let's go!

Get inside the chopper. lt's bulletproof.

l'll take my coat back now, asshole.

-Take me back, Snake.
-Secure the latch.

-You got the remote. Great.
-Yeah. Now give me the real one.

What? l didn't make a switch.

Yes, you did. l saw you.

Give me that gun!

Damn it.

Carjack, we're hooked up on your side.

l hit him!

Hey!

You get back here, Plissken!

Aircraft has entered quadrant four, sir.

-l'm getting radio contact.
-Boost it.

Malloy.

Get the antidote ready, assholes.
l'm coming in.

This is Malloy, Plissken.
Do you have the black box?

l got what was in it,
remote control unit, instruction disk.

Get the trucks rolling. We're on fire.

Neuro-system shutdown,
two minutes, 27 seconds.

All emergency vehicles
proceed to the north perimeter.

Shit! Shit!

This is a full alert.

Where the hell is he going?

Get ready to jump.
Head for the tree line and disappear.

Go. Go!

Thank God almighty!
Thank God almighty!

Welcome back, sir.

Give me the goddamn shot.

Your countdown clock
has now terminated function.

Your time is up.

-l told you he was dumb.
-You took the fake, hotshot.

Plutoxin 7 is a fast,
hard-hitting case of the flu.

Pretty good.

Relax, war hero.

We took you for a little ride,
and you came through.

Now, give me that unit.

You want this thing?

Come and get it.

-Sir.
-What can he do?

Let go of me! Quit it!

You didn't finish the mission, Snake.

Looks like l'll have to do it for you.

Hold it, Mr. President.

Shit.

We'll take this one.

Get her out of here.

Daddy.

Take her to the chair.

For he so loved his country,

he gave his only seditious child.

Prepare to broadcast.

Worldwide!

She didn't know
that she had that remote unit

in her pocket, now, did she?

l was wondering
what kind of lame switch

you'd try to pull this time, Plissken.

You know,
you're becoming very predictable.

Yeah, l guess so.

You got a smoke?

The United States
is a no-smoking nation.

No smoking, no drinking,
no drugs, no women,

unless, of course, you're married.

No guns, no foul language, no red meat.

Land of the free.

l don't need the teleprompter.

This is the President
of the United States.

l now demand
an immediate retreat of all forces

now threatening this great nation.

lf my demand is not met immediately,

l will destroy
your ability to function permanently.

Mr. President, the Cuban theater
of aggression remains mobile.

-ETA, Miami in 4 minutes.
-4 minutes?

Bring the aiming coordinates
for Cuba and Mexico on line.

Cuba 7-7-9.

7-7-9.

l now render this final solution.

Welcome to your very own
map to the stars.

Sure, we all know the big one wiped out
the entertainment industry here in L.A.,

but the glamour and excitement
of Hollywood is still alive...

Very funny.

Yeah.

l hope it was worth it,
for now you are going to die.

Everybody does.

Kill him and bring me the real unit.

-Sir, we're still broadcasting.
-Good! Let them watch!

Do it!

On my command!

Fire!

He's not even here! He's a hologram!

Catches on quick, doesn't she?

He's got to be within a half-mile radius.

-Round up every available man.
-Hold it.

Sir, the enemy is less than two minutes
from our shore.

What's it to be, Plissken, us or them?

Shut down the Third World,
they lose, you win.

Shut down America, you lose, they win.

The more things change,
the more they stay the same.

So what are you going to do?

Disappear.

He's entered the world code.

No target code.

Sir, that will shut down the entire planet.

l told you you'd better hope
l didn't make it back.

You push that button,

everything we've accomplished
for the past 500 years will be finished.

Our technology, our way of life,
our entire history.

We'll have to start all over again.

For God sakes, don't do it, Snake!

The name's Plissken.

He did it. He shut down the Earth.

Welcome to the human race.