No Escape (1994)

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Company, by the right.

Eyes

right.

Company

by the right.

Eyes right.

Eyes front.

I said, eyes front.

You have come here from all over the world,
because society has no further use for you.

The International Prison System has
given up all hopes of your rehabilitation.

This place will now be your holding pen...
until your death...

Because death is
the only way out.

There is no chance of reprieve here...
no possibility of escape.

You are condemned.

Either accept it... or die.

I want to see prisoner 2675.



You marched directly up
to your commanding officer,

put a g*n to his head,
and blew his brains out.

You were court-martialed and convicted
of first degree premeditated homicide.

You have since escaped from two,
level five, maximum security prisons.

DNA scan reveals a near
pathological aversion to authority,

and a temperament
prone to violent behavior.

Congratulations.
You've found a home.

I run a multinational
business here, Mr. Robbins.

Basically, I take human garbage
from around the world and I reprocess it.

I'm very good at this business,
because I make all the rules.

You will have no future
contact with the outside world.

No visitors... no phone calls... no letters.
For all intents and purposes, you're dead.

But if you break any of my rules, you'll
find out that there is life after death.

A very painful life.

Was there anything
you wanted to add?

Don't ever turn your
back on me again.

Hey

come on.

Thanks.

Here, it's food.
I saved it for you.

Go ahead, take it.
Come on, man, quick, quick.

No, not yet. Don't eat it yet.
They'll find out.

They find out everything, man.
They know everything.

It's our own electrical impulses that give
us away, you know, the ones in the brain.

Lot's of electricity
up here, man.

They've got computers in the
walls that process the impulses...

Then, tell 'em
what we're thinking.

Don't think.

- They're coming for me. They know.
- What?

- They're coming for me.
- No, relax. It's someone else.

- They're coming to get me, man.
- No, relax, relax.

No, that's what they want you to think.
They'll be back. They're coming to get me.

Where are they taking him?

Absolom.

Where?

Absolom. The K*llers are kings.
They sharpen their teeth like knives.

Human flesh is tough, you know!

They fly out from the trees...
explode from the ground.

Quiet, sshhh,
sshhh, sshhh, quiet.

Hoarding food is
a major infraction.

You are given enough to survive.

No more

no less.

The punishment
for this infraction:

Ten lashes.

Prisoner 2675.

You will execute the punishment.

Nine more, please.

Begin.

Pick it up.

In five seconds, he's dead.

I don't think we know each other
well enough for you to doubt me.

Now pick it up.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Good.

Now, begin.

Back!

T-One over Absolom.
They're requesting landing coordinates.

Drop him close to sector four.

- Prisoner 2675 has been delivered, sir.
- Good.

Stop!

Now put it back.

Good.

Isn't this beautiful?



Heated outdoor pool and a
staff of caring professionals.

I'm sorry, I'm being rude.

My name is Walter Marek.
I'm your resident manager.

Welcome to Vacation Paradise.

I hope you take plastic.

We most certainly do.
We elicit all forms of payment here.

Now, I've taken the liberty
of scheduling a variety

of stimulating activities
for your enjoyment.

- Shuffleboard?
- Water sports.

Now, because some of the activities
here can be extremely rigorous...

We're very selective
about our clientele.

We like to make absolutely certain
they meet the requisite physical demands.

So, just to get that old heart
pounding a little faster, we thought:

Five minutes in the pool with Ralph,
our director of aquatic activities.

Enjoy.

That's extraordinary.

It's not exactly what
we had in mind, but.

Extraordinary!

I could use a man like you.
A position on my staff, perhaps?

We appear to have an opening.

Think about it, eh? Deluxe room,
run of the grounds, free meals.

Anyone you can catch,
k*ll and eat.

How's your health plan?

That really isn't necessary. I mean, the
average life expectancy here is... what...

Six months?

I've been here seven years.

- And what if I say no?
- That would be very disappointing.

Listen, you got to go,
you got to go, sweetheart.

I'm not gonna stand in your way.

- I could probably use the exercise.
- I'll stay.

I'll stay.

If you promise to
hire another lifeguard.

Yeah.

You want it? You want it, huh?

You want it?

You want it?

Get out of the way!

That was a very
silly thing to do.

Let him go.

Bye!

Yes, what is it?

Sir, transmission from the island.
Code seven.

Prisoner 2675 is alive.
He's at the insider's camp..

Hey!

You don't ever go in there.

Ever!

How are you feeling?

Okay.

- Do you want to sit down?
- No.

- What's your name?
- Robbins.

This is Mr. Hawkins,
our chief of security.

I'm known as "The Father" here.

- The what?
- The Father.

How did you escape
the Outsiders?

- What difference does it make?
- How did you get past the traps?

- What is this place?
- Sanctuary, Mr Robbins.

Most of the men here came
before the Outsiders got so strong.

But you are the first ever to be
captured by Marek, and escape.

Not only escape...
you came out with a very powerful weapon.

Yeah, what about that?

It's been appropriated for
the good of the community.

So, how did you get it?

Look... I've been shot... beaten... half drowned.
I'm not in the mood for an interrogation.

- This is not an interrogation.
- Good, then you do the talking.

We've created a new society here,
a civilized one.

We are totally
alone on this island.

But we have something the prisoners
on the mainland don't have. Freedom.

Chance to make a life.

You have proven yourself a highly
resourceful man. We'd like you to join us.

I'm not a joiner anymore.

All I want to do is
get off this island.

Take him to Dysart.

Severe oxidation
of the firing module.

Transducers require
a complete overhaul.

Solenoid coil, ejector rods, diode
targeting system... all completely shot.

The coil could be insulated
with silk if you have any.

Even flax from a corn stalk.

And the ejector rods will
be fine after they're sanded.

- You appear to know your weapons, Mr...
- Robbins, the new arrival.

Mr. Robbins.

- How'd you get it?
- I slept with the owner.

That's good.

Did you hear what
he said, Hawkins?

Mr. Robbins is
determined to escape.

Yes, of course.

You're on an island, Mr Robbins.

They call it Absolom.

Situated approximately two
hundred miles off the mainland.

There's no warden here.
No guards. No cell. This is it.

We're on a peninsula.

Beyond those trees are
the cliffs and the ocean.

The side open to the jungle is heavily
defended. You know the reason for that?

The Outsiders.
We estimate their numbers to be about 600.

There are precisely 98 of us.

The island is under
constant satellite surveillance.

High resolution optics,
infrared scanners.

It's impossible to
break out undetected.

There's a fleet of fully armed Havoc
Seven gunships stationed 50 miles out.

Once alerted,
they could be here in minutes.

- And you call this freedom?
- Under the circumstances.

We use the term loosely.

I'm sorry, Mr. Robbins, but like all of us,
you're here for the rest of your life.

Well... you're not going
anywhere with your leg like that.

So, you got some time to think.

Because soon you're
gonna have to make a choice.

Either you stay here
and do your share...

Or you take your
chances out there.

Oi! Your feet. Wipe your feet.

The average male foot
has over 600 million germs.

Wow!
So we're talking 1.2 billion, I guess, huh?

There's nothing funny about
sinus infections... bronchitis...

Strep throat or pink eye.

There's no antibiotics here.
No penicillin.

Jesus Christ, the nearest
aspirin is two hundred miles away.

Believe me, a bad case of
pink eye and you're history.

Okay, I'll remember that.

- Now, who are you?
- I'm King, Tom King. I host the newcomers.

Right, you'll find everything
you need in a drawer over there.

Now, I suggest a comprehensive oral
hygiene program. Trench mouth is rampant.

And do wash your face thoroughly before
you shave. A staph infection could k*ll.

Oh, and the Father sent
over some salve for your leg.

Nasty.

- Why do they call him the Father?
- Because that's what he is, to all of us.

It must be the dust.

Why are you following me?

Holy sh*t!
Don't sneak up on me like that.

- Why are you following me?
- I wasn't.

I was just,
I heard you escaped from Marek.

No one's ever done that before.

I just wanted to meet the bad a*s,
son-of-a-b*tch who did...

- Don't.
- Sure. Sorry.

Hey, hey, I understand.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing. Nada.

Then just leave me alone, okay?

Absolutely.

Wet Dreams!

That's what I call this place.
Wet Dreams.

Sometimes I come here and
I think about home. Newark.

It's about 5,000 miles that way.

I used to think it was a real slum.
Right now I'd kiss the gutters.

Start swimming.

What, are you kidding?
I got a problem with sharks.

I got the same thing with rats.

Wait.

Stephano.

This is my friend, Mr. Robbins.
Don't touch him.

Mr. Robbins, this is Stephano. Anything
you need... he's the man... he's got it.

Okay, I like the boots.
Here's the deal.

You sign me for what I
call "merchandize on hand".

You keep the boots, but when you die...
they're mine. Okay?

He does that with everyone.

What kind of
merchandise do you have?

Okay, in inventory today,
I got two dozen potatoes, very few bruises.

I got five pairs of underwear... they're
real clean... size 44, Fruit of the Loom.

Yeah, okay.
I got, um, I got 14 disposable razors.

They're pink,
but who gives a sh*t, right?

Hey, are you a ball player?
You look like a ball player, huh?

I got a first baseman's mitt.

Are you a righty? What?

What are you doing?
I'm trying to do business here.

I found some rubber.

I'm overwhelmed. Here

take my sack and bring it up
the cliff and quit bothering me!

Hey, I want this mitt.

Hey... come back, you, you.

I gotta have something you want.

Got a boat?

A boat...?

I love those boots.

What are you doing?

No one goes out at night.

- I don't take orders anymore.
- We're all cons here. We're all lifers.

And just like in the joint,
we got rules.

You could have been an Outsider.
You're lucky I didn't k*ll you.

You think I'm lucky?

Count your blessings.

You know what I want.

Come on, don't be shy with that.

This is my absolute,
g*dd*mn favorite.

Mmm... It's good, ain't it?

Yeah, if you like road-k*ll.

It's not for everyone.

Why were you sent here, Casey?

The Weinberger kidnapping.

You did that?

I was just the gopher. Drove the car.
Went for coffee. Fed the kids.

We kept 'em in this little closet. I kept
telling the boss it was hard to breathe.

But he had a million
dollars on the brain.

I would have never
have hurt them.

I had a brother
and sister their age.

Supply drop.

What?

Supply drop. For the Outsiders.
We don't get any.

- How often do they come?
- Twice a month, maybe.

Hey, if you're thinking about
trying to jump that chopper, forget it.

They pick a new spot each time.
We never know where.

Even if we did, who's gonna fly it?

- Most of these cons can't even read.
- I can.

- What, fly a chopper?
- No, read.

Mr. Robbins,
I think it's time I bought you a drink.

Mr. Killian!

Hey, Mr. Killian... how about two
shots of your finest twelve day old?

Piss off!

Oh, come on. Mr. Robbins is new in town.
Give us a little taste.

Down the hatch.

Brain spasm.
It's taken me years to get that effect.

- This stuff will k*ll you.
- What?

- What?
- Hey, Mr. Killian's very sensitive about...

You call my
life's work "sh*t"...

- It's Turpentine.
- And expect to live?!

You b*stard, you get out!
b*stard!

I could whip your arse,
with only one arm, you know.

I'm sure you could.

Anybody who can make nectar like this,
I wouldn't want to mess with.

We gotta go to the gate.
Everyone's gotta go to the gate.

- What's going on?
- The man fell asleep at his post.

He was warned.
It's the second time.

The rules are clear.

They've been established to
preserve the security of the community.

Any man, who,
by action or omission,

jeopardizes the lives
of any or all among us,

commits a capital offense.

The penalty is banishment.

You don't approve?

- You need my approval to k*ll a man?
- He broke the rules.

Now he's gonna die because of the rules.
That's what happens to innocent people.

They're always dying for somebody
else's idea of what's right or wrong.

We live under constant
threat from the Outsiders.

That man could have
cost everyone their lives.

This is what we
have to do to survive.

How long can you stay awake, Mr. Robbins,
without someone guarding your back?

What's the problem?

- What about the food from the drop?
- You'll get it when I say you can get it.

Tomorrow, if you behave.

We're sick of you telling us when
we can eat and when we can't.

Maybe somebody else
should be giving the orders.

Really?
Do you have anybody particular in mind?

What about the con who stole the g*n?
Gave you a bath.

Maybe we should ask him.

That's not funny.

Now that's funny!

They're gonna tear each
other to pieces down there.

Yeah, I'll get our men together.
We'll make a raid.

The raids aren't
gonna work any more.

We need to take it all. We need
their land, their food... everything.

- We need the other gangs.
- Ah, maybe there's another way.

Maybe we should
just make it personal.

Just me and Dad.

Robbins!

Merry Christmas! How are you doing, guy?
Hey, I made you a hat.

You don't have to
wear it if you don't want.

It's a party. We're having a party.
It's a Christmas party. Come on!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Quiet, please... quiet!

Will you be quiet!

All right. Okay.

Mr Dysart...

Here we go.

Yeah, baby!

Thank you...
a lovely tree, lovely.

♪ Oh what fun it is to ride, ♪
♪ on a one horse open sleigh. ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells, ♪
♪ jingle all the way... ♪

♪ Oh what fun it is to ride on a... ♪

You wanna go caroling?

♪ On a one horse open sleigh...

Uncle Stephano shopped till he dropped,
and he has a present for one and all.

These little suckers.

These tiny little morsels of technology...
they beat the odds... they washed up here

and they're as good as they were
the day they came off the assembly line.

Gentlemen, let me demonstrate.

Gentlemen...

Come and get it!

Look...
For the long, cold nights ahead.

I won't be needing it.
But thank you.

Turn it down.

Another year has passed.

The first, for some.
For others, just one more.

No path to the island is ever the same.
But we all share something.

Something that cannot
be taken away from us.

We have proved to ourselves
that we cannot be written off.

That our lives mean something.

We are not animals,
we are human beings.

That's our reprieve.
That's our pardon.

That's our freedom.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

- Merry Christmas.
- Now I have a toast.

To all our victims.

May they rest in peace.

- So you're leaving us?
- At daybreak.

- How far do you think you'll get?
- I don't know, I'll figure something out.

Look, I don't have all the answers.
But at least here, you have help.

You can have purpose.
You can even have friends.

Most people
would call that a life.

I don't want a life
with you people.

What happened?
What made you like this?

Robbins, we're all guilty in someone's
eyes. Especially so in our own.

Maybe you can't forgive yourself yet,
but eventually, you have to,

or you won't survive.

Good luck, Mr Robbins.

Hey! Hey, hey! What's going on?

Signal fire on the ridge.
Outsiders are gonna attack.

Go, let's go!
Come on, move it! Move it!

What happened?

They know we're here.
Somebody's tipped them off.

It doesn't matter,
we stick with the plan.

- Mr Robbins...
- What do you want, Casey?

- Will you stand with me on the wall?
- Get out... Get out!

Hawkins, there was a signal?

We have a spy, Robbins. In the Outsiders'
camp. Been there for over a year.

Robbins, do you believe that there's a
God up there who's looking out for us?

There's something up there...
it sure as hell isn't God.

Sir, a strike force from sector four.
They're at the village perimeter.

What the hell are
they waiting for?

Now! Get down!

It's started.

Any major thermal activity?

No, just a minor signature. Nothing
that will show up on a satellite track.

You're sure?

It'll take more heat than that
for someone to investigate.

- Choppers on ready alert, sir?
- No. Let them fight it out.

Get that moving!

Come on! Water! Water!

Away you go, guys.

Excuse me...

Get him out of here.

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas, ♪

♪ we wish you a merry Christmas, ♪

♪ we wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ and a happy New Year. ♪

It's been a long time, Dad.

God, you've done well for yourself,
you know that?

I'm impressed, I am very impressed.

Really nice place you have here, Dad.
It's a great condo.

Hardwood floors, virgin timbers.

Just a stone's throw
from the ocean.

Mind you, with the price of
real estate the way it is right now.

I mean, you are very lucky, especially
with a lakeside location like this.

I mean, this is a prime site, you know.

I got to tell you,
your security sucks.

Look at this! This is great.

How I really get
behind on my reading.

I never seem to have enough
time these days. It's a great shame.

I've always wanted to read this:
"Basket Weaving, the Creative Choice."

Now I'm gonna k*ll you.

If I'd known you were gonna be here,
I would have knocked.

Ratman!

sh*t...

Hey! Are you all right?

Yeah.

Thanks a lot.
I don't know what happened.

I had him in my sights.

- I guess I didn't hold the weapon right...
- It's okay. It's okay.

They hit us like this, two,
three times a year, sometimes more.

Steal our food, loot our herds.

He wasn't after food.
He was coming for you.

Maybe Marek's losing patience.

Well, you better hope
he never gets organized...

Because once he does he's
gonna bury you and this place.

Oh, well, that's our problem,
not yours, Mr. Robbins. Isn't it?

He's military trained,
you realize that?

And not just a soldier.

Navy SEAL, Marine recon.,
Special Forces. Take your pick.

But somebody
taught him how to k*ll.

The men we honor tonight fought bravely.
They sacrificed their lives for us.

And though they have surrendered
all that remained for them to give...

We must not pity them.
Their pain is gone.

And now, at last,
their souls are free.

And when we reach for the fruits
of their labors and find that gone...

That's when we'll miss them.

Here.

Why do they let this happen?

The Warden wants us to fight.
Wipe each other out.

Why?

Because he can do anything
he bloody well pleases.

- You don't understand, do you?
- No.

This place is secret,
it's private.

Prison authorities,
they keep it classified.

No one out there
even knows it exists.

If word ever did leak out...
well, the public wouldn't allow it.

That's why they make sure
it's impossible to escape.

As my tight arse,
old Catholic mother used to say...

"Alas, for our sins
we shall pay."

- And what sins is he paying for?
- Why don't you ask him yourself?

He gave us our lives back.

He was a surgeon,
and still is, a damn good one.

Oh, he had lots of money...
a big house and a young, beautiful wife.

But she got bored and
started sleeping around.

That tore him up inside.

One day they found
her dead of an overdose.

Your man claimed it was suicide,
but the jury didn't believe him.

Gave him life.

What do you think? Did he do it?

I think he's the only
innocent man here.

You lying son-of-a-b*tch!
All this crap about a new society.

You've been planning
to escape all along.

How much further, Mr Dysart?

It's 2,000 metres.

Why aren't they stopping it?

It's a specially designed craft,
Mr. Robbins.

Designed to evade their
radar and their sensors.

An enclosed ribbed hull,
with an internal cooling system...

- Oh, they can't see it?
- We don't know that yet.

Precisely.

There's a five mile surveillance
circle that surrounds the island.

They haven't crossed it yet.

What do you got?

The warden's dry cleaning.
Main gate, open it up.



- 500 metres.
- It's going to make it.

Warden. Transmission from the island.
Code seven.

It's out. It's got to be!

Come on, move it! Out! Move it!
Everybody, come on, get out of here!

Are you all right?

sh*t!

It's possible the cooling system failed.
Triggered the infrared.

That's bullshit,
and you know it.

They were tipped off.

The Warden's planted someone.
We've suspected for months.

Why do you think
we've been so cautious?

For all we know,
you could have been working for him too.

I thought you were supposed to
be in charge of security, Hawkins?

- What the hell's that supposed to mean?
- They're gone.

- There's nothing we can do about it.
- Who were they?

You don't know them. They were in the
caves for months. Preparing... training.

Good men.

Well, now that I know, I want in.
I'm on the next boat.

Who the hell do
you think you are?

Them men have been here for years.
Worked hard, did their time.

Why should you get space, man?
You ain't done sh*t!

He's right, Robbins.
You haven't earned it.

Not yet.

Oh, you don't waste any time,
do you, Dysart?

The components are manufactured here,
and later, assembled in the cave.

Is this the one that
you're going to be on?

No, Mr Robbins.
I won't be leaving.


to make a b*mb. A very powerful b*mb.

For money.

I didn't believe in the cause

I didn't even understand it.
I just wanted the money.



Oh, I'm right where I belong.

What's this?

Oh...

We've been working for years on the
construction of a viable power source.

Power source, my a*s!
This is a V8.

Yes, that's right.
It's an old Chevy. Yes.

Theoretically, it might propel a
craft at sufficient force to get it clear

of the surveillance circle...
hopefully before their informant spots it.

- Unfortunately, it's useless.
- Why?

We're missing one
vital component.

In order for the mechanism to
function properly, it requires a device

that will accurately
regulate the...

- Oh, a distributor, yeah.
- Ignition of each, of each cylinder.

Yes, it's a distributor. Simple,
ordinary, garden variety distributor.

Found in any auto store,
anywhere in the world.

Problem is, Mr. Robbins,
we're not in the world.

- I want a space on the next boat.
- We've already discussed that.

Listen to me.

You've got an engine, but it's worthless
because it's missing something, right?

But what if I told you I've
seen what you're looking for

that's here on this
island in Marek's camp?

And you'll get it for us
if it buys you a space?

Yeah, along with Casey.
He doesn't belong here, and you know it.

You've been to Marek's camp.

You know, and I know, that you stand
almost no chance of returning alive.

That's my problem.

I think that there's something
you ought to be made aware of...

We have an understanding here,
that anyone who escapes gets the word out.

And risk getting sent back?

You think we take all these
risks just to save a few men?

We have a responsibility
to blow this place wide open.

And the boat, that's the only
way for getting the rest of us off.

You've heard my deal... there's
no conditions. Take it, or leave it.

- So you're going back to Marek's?
- How the hell did you find out?

It's a small town.

You got a set of ba*ls on you,
I'll give you that, man.

'Course, the smart money says

that Marek's gonna be playing
jacks with 'em some time next week.

I appreciate the support.
No, you can't have my shoes.

Hey, wait a... wait a minute.

I'm shocked that you could
even think that's why I came here.

No, no, you're gonna
need those shoes.

You're gonna be doing
a lot of running, man.

Then again, a strong,
smart, tough guy like you,

you'll probably make it back here
wounded and die here and everything.

- And then you know what will happen?
- No, what?

Everybody will be fighting
over those shoes.

It'll disrupt the happiness
of the entire village.

What do you want me to do,
sign a contract for my shoes?

- Just initial the bottom of page 2...
- Get out!

Okay, no problem, man.
We'll make it a verbal agreement.

- I'll go get a witness.
- Get out... out!

Look, I've charted
the safest route.

Just follow the line up
river to the falls, okay.

Marek's camp is just east.

An example of older technology.

Invented by a Mr. Sergei
Molotov a long time ago.

As per Sergei's original instructions,
you just light it, and throw it.

Great, thanks.

Okay.

Good luck.

Mr Robbins!

- Casey...
- I want to come with you.

No.

- Please, take me with you.
- Casey, go home.

I could help. I can help you.

- Casey!
- Goddammit, I thought you were my friend!

Casey, have you ever k*lled anyone?
Have you ever k*lled anyone, Casey?

- Have you ever k*lled anyone? No.
- No.

That's what's gonna happen out there.
I'm gonna have to k*ll.

No hesitation, no conscience.

Once you do that,
you're never the same.

- You lucky you can't do it.
- You won't come back.

Casey.

Who's the guy who went
up against Marek and lived?

- You did.
- That's right.

And I'm going to do it again.

You're looking for a friend?
I'm the best friend you ever had.

Now go back.

Go.

Go.

Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen.
I've been a little preoccupied.

Now, I think it's about time we all patched
up our little differences, don't you?

Now, anyone who would like to disagree with
me, would you please raise your right hand.

If you've got one.

No? Good. Very good.

As you can see,
I've eliminated all the heads of state.

So, from now on, we're all gonna
be very nice and civilized, okay?

Gonna be no more gangs, no more
petty squabbles, no more fighting.

Now, I've been under
a lot of stress lately.

So, the reason for
this is very simple.

I really want to be in charge.

Okay?

Good.

No!

My! You're just a boy.

Sweet, tender,
adorable little boy.

Tie him up.

And I don't want him bruised.

Then slowly, very, very slowly...
they climbed to the top of the stairs.

And the three little bears found
the little boy sleeping in their bed.

And they all said, "Well,
who on earth can this be?"

And when the little boy didn't answer...
the big daddy bear

ripped his arm off!

You are so cute. You're far too
young to be out here on your own.

So, where are your other little friends?
Are they gonna come by and say "Hi", too?

Come on, don't be shy.
You can tell your Uncle Walter.

f*ck you.

Bonjour. Guten Tag.

Welcome.

Same game as before, my friend.

Except this time with an itsy bitsy
little twist. I think you're gonna love it.

First prize is a chance to live.
Second prize...

You really don't want to
hear what the second prize is.

So, please don't disappoint us.

We've all paid to see a show,
we've all given up our free time.

So, if you refuse to fight,
it's gonna be really boring.

And I'm gonna end up having
to jump in there and k*ll you both.

Now!

Go on!

You gotta k*ll me.
I'm never getting outta here.

You have a chance,
you can save 'em.

Do it!

No... no.

You know, I'm really trying to
retain my faith in humanity here.

But you are making it very,
very difficult, you know that?

Now, I welcomed you with open arms.
I treated you with respect.

I even offered you a
position on my staff.

And what do you do? You turn around and
you made a f*cking horse's a*s out of me!

I hate it when that happens.

What did you think you
were trying to do, huh?

Think you were gonna k*ll me...
is that why you came back?

You really thought
you could k*ll me?

Shame about the boy.

Mind you, what you've got to remember
is that nothing ever goes to waste here.

So, tomorrow night I'm gonna have a little
dinner party and share him with my friends.

You're going to die very,
very badly.

Marek's got all the gangs together.
He's planning an attack.

You've got to warn them.
I'll signal when they march. Now, go!

Why are you doing this?

Redemption.

Now. Go!

Dysart. Dysart. Dysart.

What?

One distributor. Make it work.

The Father fell ill
soon after you left.

- The men are worried.
- They should be. Marek's gonna attack.

We start by
fortifying the barrier.

Okay, we reinforce the towers,
build a tiered layer of defense,

starting with a moat,
just behind the gate.

What about man traps, you know, setting
up a k*lling zone outside the barrier, huh?

That's good.

I suggest we fill the moat with fuel. I'm
sure Mr. Killian will be happy to oblige.

High octane.
I'll double production right away.

And more weapons.
Lances, spears, crossbows, everything, huh?

It's gonna mean
more metal, okay?

Tell your men we're gonna need all
the metal we can get our hands on.

Mr Robbins?

We're outnumbered six to one.
Marek's united all the gangs.

So, if he wants this place,
there's nothing we can do to stop him.

- If we stay here, he's gonna k*ll us all.
- What are you saying?

We abandon the village?

- Let them take it?
- I'm just telling you the facts.

No, no. I think what he's
saying is that we should just walk

away from everything we've
worked for for the last 13 years.

That's bullshit!
I'm not walking away without a fight.

He's right.

What is the point of fooling ourselves?
We've always been about survival.

Whatever it takes.
It's the only way.

Mr. Hawkins,
make preparations to abandon the compound.

What are you talking about?

- I can't believe you're saying this.
- Do it!

Mr. Robbins, what about Casey?
Did he follow you?

What happened?

I'm sorry.

Dysart.

- How close are you to finishing the boat?
- It's nearly ready.

Finish it.

- What for?
- Just finish it.

I've been here for 13 years.
From the beginning.

I helped build this place
with my sweat, my heart,

and I've watched a lot of
good men die defending it.

And I saw, for the first time in my whole
miserable life, what a home could be.

I can't just walk out on it.

I can't just hand it
over to those animals

because nobody's gonna
be here to stop them.

Who said no one's
going to be here?

Come on, let's move it.

Let's get going now.
We gotta get out of here.

Come on, keep it moving. Let's go...
come on... move your butt. Let's go.

- They said you were getting better.
- That was a lie.

I'm dying.

I have Hodgkin's disease.
It's progressive.

Without proper treatment, lethal.

Please...

Does anyone else know?

Hawkins suspects.
The rest will know soon enough.

But for now,
you're the only one.

I have a month left, maybe two.

But before I go,

there's an important
matter to be settled.

I want you to take my place.

What?

The men respect you.
You're a natural leader.

No.

- Without you, they don't stand a chance.
- That's not my problem.

It has to be you.
I've known for years this day would come.

I didn't risk my life
with Marek to stay here.

I have to get off this island.

You've got this terminal case of
"no one can tell me what to do."

You were a soldier.
You must have fought for something.

Look, I'm gonna take care
of Marek for my own reasons.

- After that, I'm gone.
- Why? You can't change your past.

That's easy for
you to say, isn't it?

- You don't have blood on your hands.
- What makes you so sure?

I know what they think.

It doesn't matter.

My wife's death was no suicide.

If you go, at least take this. This is my
journal... holds the truth about this place.

Give it to someone who
will save these people.

All right, then...
let's give it a try.

Mr Robbins?

Mr Robbins.

I was the leader of a
helicopter as*ault on a village.

It was supposed to be the
source of bio-weapons fire.

I should have known better.

I had a lot of combat time,
so I should have known.

It was too easy.

There was no radar,
no air defense.

I kept telling him,
but he ordered us in anyway.

And God help me,
I always followed orders.

I vaporized the place.



And they covered it up.

We were losing the w*r.
The brass needed a big body count.

So they covered it up.
And they gave me a medal for the victory.

And even after I'd k*lled the old man,
no one would listen to me.

No one wanted to hear the truth.

And that's why I
have to get back.

Because the real story is buried
with those women and children.

I have to tell somebody
what really happened.

Because I can't live
with it alone anymore.

Then let the truth come out.

All of it.

Attack!

- What is it, another raid?
- Looks like a major attack.

- What about thermal activity?
- None so far.

Son of a b*tch.

Marek!

You want it? Come and get it.

- What the hell's that?
- Sensors are going off the gauge, sir.

Somebody will
definitely read that.

Get me a chopper. I want a fully
armed riot platoon, ready to go.

Sir.

I've got him.

I don't envy you, going back to a
world that can create such destruction.

Six choppers fueled and standing by.
Platoon's all gearing up. ETD: 12 minutes.

I'm not waiting.
Tell them to follow.

Tonight we'll bury the Father.

Tomorrow, we'll start
rebuilding the compound.

Tomorrow,
we start all over again.

No!

Where is it? Where is it?

Is this it, huh?
Is this how you talk to him?

Is this how you tell him
what he wants to know?

Tell me! Why? Why?!

He promised to
take me off this place.

- He promised me freedom.
- I got a promise for you.

You're gonna help with
the next boat, or I'll k*ll you.

- It's too late... he's coming.
- What?

The Warden... he's coming.
He's coming straight away.

What are the coordinates?

Where's he gonna land?

- King, where?
- The lower field, past the river.

No, those coordinates are no good.
You're gonna tell him he needs new ones.

Yes.

- Right?
- Yes.

Sir? We have a
transmission, code seven.

- Yes?
- Warden...

The landing zone...
there's a problem.

- What do you mean, there's a problem?
- The Outsiders

they're retreating through that area.
It's too close.

Come on, let's go,
we don't have a lot of time. Come on.

Listen, the Father...

You talked to him before...
What did he say?

He wanted me to
go to the authorities.

And he told me he wanted
you to take his place.

I'm gonna blow this place wide open.
You have my word on that.

Pick him up.

Sir, six gunships are on their way.
ETA: 10 minutes.

I said, pick him up!

Lift off!
Goddammit, lift off! Lift off!

One... two... three...

- Four... five.
- Please, please, please, please...

Come on! We're outta here!
Come on! Come on!

No!

We've got to go.

We've got to go!

No... no.

- We'll wait here for the choppers.
- No.

We can't stay here.
We've got to hide.