Escape from L.A. Page #5

BRAZEN:

Commander Malloy. They're bringing him

out, sir.

Malloy rises from his chair, steps to a nearby TV set, watches the

scene from the Police Channel.

MALLOY:

So we finally got him.

EXT. ROTOR CITY - NIGHT

The crowd of cops is growing to a frenzy of wild anticipation.

POLICE ANCHOR:

Hold one! The door is opening!

The door of the helicopter transport slowly lowers like a

drawbridge. Out of its black belly comes...

SNAKE PLISSKEN. A steel collar is clamped around his neck. Eight

lengths of chain stretch to eight armed guards who escort Plissken

down the ramp. Plissken is bruised, badly beaten and tortured, his

face a mess, but he doesn't seem to care. A line of battle-ready

cops stand with their guns aimed right at Plissken's head as he is

marched into camp. An army of camcorders move ahead of the Police

Anchor as he scampers along in front of PLISSKEN, interviewing

him.

POLICE ANCHOR:

Hello, Plissken. Welcome to L.A.

Celebrating cops cheer as Plissken is lead to...

A SIGN ABOVE A CONCRETE BUNKER - DEPORTATION CENTER

The bunker has one large opening, into which hundreds of deportees

march. Guards in towers monitor the condemned as they trudge out

of fenced-in containment areas, down walled corridors to the

bunker entrance.

The deportees are minorities, the poor, prostitutes, pimps,

thieves, adulterers, atheists - the Morally Guilty, outcasts of

society. Single mothers carry babies. Teenage runaways huddle

together. There are abortion doctors, drug dealers, pornographers,

the prisoners of a massive cultural war.

As Plissken is marched toward the entrance, a loudspeaker blares

out:

POLICE VOICE (V.O.)

You are now entering the Deportation

Center. You have been found guilty of

moral crimes against the United States of

America.

A great cheer goes up from the cops as the Police Anchor conducts

his interview...

POLICE ANCHOR:

S.D. Bob Plissken. Special Forces, Black

Light, Texas Thunder. Two Purple Hearts.

Youngest man ever decorated by the

President.

Plissken's face remains so impassive as to be almost blank.

INT. SODIUM VAPOR CORRIDOR - DEPORTATION CENTER - NIGHT

A glowing, vaporous-orange corridor. More cops gather to watch

Plissken as he is escorted into the bowels of the Deportation

Center.

POLICE ANCHOR:

You've been convicted of 27 moral crimes,

Plissken. The murder of an Internal

Revenue agent. The kidnapping of a bank

president. Gun fighting for profit. The

list goes on and on...

INT. CONCRETE HALLWAY - DEPORTATION CENTER - NIGHT

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