Fortress Page #2

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Help!

Leave me alone! Help!

Private party.

Violence will not be tolerated.

Prisoners

Maddox, Brennick and Gomez.

You will be released from solitary

when the perpetrator is revealed.

I can't stand here any more.

- I've got to get out of here.

- Then fry, you little f***!

Come on, you can do it.

Are you ready

to identify the perpetrator?

- I've got to get out of here.

- Think about being strong.

I am.

- Tell them... you're dead.

- Shut your mouth.

I'll shut yours... permanently.

to identify the perpetrator?

No...

Who started the incident?

It was...

It was...

- Who started the incident?

- I did it.

It was me.

Prisoner Brennick,

report to Director Poe immediately.

Sit down, 95763.

- My name is Brennick.

- Of course it is.

- Make yourself comfortable.

- I am comfortable.

You're acquainted with Abraham.

He is the very best of our trustees.

I have written some excellent parole

reports, but in all honesty, -

- I don't know what I would do

if he were to leave us.

John Brennick...

The most decorated captain

in the history of the black beret.

Yet you quit in disgrace,

didn't you?

- You lost an entire platoon.

- That's no business of yours!

So touchy.

I suppose that's understandable.

But still...

Would you want to lose

this particular former soldier?

We caught her before she reached

the far side of the bridge.

The law is clear:

One chlld per woman.

We live on a very small

and fragile planet.

We must maintain

the population balance.

Abortion is illegal and that

leaves only one alternative.

She is so beautiful.

- Intestinate, Karen Brennick.

- Intestination commencing.

- You bastard!

- ZED...

I don't think you reallse

your predicament, Brennick.

You have nothing.

You have nowhere to hide.

You are nothing.

I f***ed up.

I couldn't handle it, man.

I know.

You better watch yourself.

Where's the women's section?

- Don't even think about it.

- Are you gonna report me?

His little sisters will do that.

- Where's the women's section?

- I am not going to die inside.

You'll die right here

if you don't tell me.

Ain't that a b*tch.

Two f***ing days and you're

just like everybody else in here.

- You didn't answer my question.

- F*** you.

Levels A and B.

What is it?

The baby's kicking.

I can feel it kicking.

It's fine. It's natural.

I just want to hold my baby

for a little while.

I know I can't keep her, -

- but just to see her

open her eyes...

I won't let them take my baby.

Remove number 74270.

No...

Get her!

Stop her!

Into the operating room.

Come on, take it easy.

Your babies are the property

of the Men-Tel Corporation.

Rise and f***ing shine, a**hole!

Laser perimeter intrusion.

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