Escape from L.A. Page #3
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- Year:
- 1996
- 101 min
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One glass left. The two men stare at it intently.
The salesman spins the light tube with more force than before. It
circles again and again, slowing down, speeding up, finally
stopping on the fat man.
The salesman begins yelling over the din of the crowd, shouting at
the fat man. The fat man reaches for the glass of clear poison.
His trembling fingers hover above it. Then he quickly withdraws
his hand.
The crowd reacts, boos, as...
The man with the eye-patch smiles. A slightly, cynical smile. And
without hesitation, he reaches out, grabs the glass of poison, and
drinks it down. The crowd surges forward, but the salesman stops
them with a sweep of his arm. All bets are off.
The two men stand from the table. Take several steps away toward
the end of the alley. Stand facing each other. Two gunfighters.
Flashes of the two men. A piece of a black military boot. A hand
positioned over a six-shooter. Mirrored sunglasses. A sweaty,
trembling lip. And the eye-patched man's one good eye, blue and
clear, staring - hard and calm as a sunny day...
The draw. It happens in an instant. The alley thunders with
gunfire. The guns buck and flash. Then silence. The two men stand
there for a beat, until one of them, the fat man, slumps, falls
face first into the alley, dead.
The crowd goes completely ape sh*t as SNAKE PLISSKEN emerges from
the shadows of the alley, holsters his guns, grabs his take of the
money...
SNAKE PLISSKEN. Long hair. A black eye-patch. A tight-lipped
grimace. The impression of coiled aggression and intense cynicism.
The toughest, most dangerous man on planet earth. A legend.
PLISSKEN strolls out of the alley into the crowd. He counts his
money, pockets it, as a cigarette girl approaches him. PLISSKEN
stops her, pays for a pack of cigs. As she eyes him...
CLOSEUP OF PLISSKEN'S ARM
... the cigarette girl touches him, pricks his skin with her
fingernail. A drop of blood appears.
PLISSKEN turns, stares after her, as the sound of helicopters
rises from above in the night sky. The crowd suddenly starts to
disperse.
Helicopter searchlights blast down on the street. PLISSKEN is
suddenly caught in the glare. He starts to move away...
KACLANG!
Out of the blackness above a huge steel net drops out of nowhere.
The net slams down on top of PLISSKEN, trapping him, driving him
down to the pavement with its weight... PLISSKEN struggles inside
the net as black figures - United States Police Force Officers -
rush toward him, grab the net, tightening it. More cops move for
him as we SLOWLY FADE TO BLACK...
SUPERIMPOSE:
"L.A. FRIDAY 1900 HOURS"
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