No Escape Page #2

So, how'd 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,

a chance to make a life.

You are 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 core, ejector rods, dial

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.

- How did 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

There's no warden here. No guards.

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 why.

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

gunships stationed 50 miles out.

Once alerted, they

could be here in minutes.

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.

You're not going anywhere with your leg

like that, so you got time to think.

Because soon, you're gonna

have to make a choice.

Either stay here and do your share,

or take your chances out there.

Your feet! Wipe your feet.

The average bare foot

has over 600 million germs.

Wow! So we're talking

There's nothing funny

about sinus infections, bronchitis...

strep throat or pinkeye.

There's no antibiotics here.

No penicillin.

Jesus Christ, the nearest aspirin

is 200 miles away.

Believe me, a bad case of pinkeye,

and you're history.

Okay, I'll remember that.

Now, who are you?

I'm Tom King.

I host the newcomers.

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 kill.

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