Fortress Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 95 min
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No, they did it!
And what are you gonna do about it?
Yeah, right.
- What are you?
- I am enhanced.
- You're not human.
- A monster? A freak?
The Men-Tel Corporation transformed
me into a more efficient being.
Once a month,
I waste neither food nor fuel.
When my kind are in the majority,
there will be no more world hunger.
You don't sleep. You don't eat.
You can't make love, can you?
No, but I can love.
- Not many as advanced, but yes.
I was one of Men-Tel's first babies.
It was very special.
- You're what becomes of our babies?
- Of course.
I saw your wife, Cap.
I saw Karen.
She's getting larger.
You can tell she's pregnant now.
She felt the baby move.
Your baby.
No...
You know I cannot.
I know.
But have you ever tried?
This is... very special.
I wonder why
How do you feel?
Very happy.
Why aren't you in voice mode?
Proceed, Director Poe.
Come here, Johnny.
Come here, Johnny.
You don't have to be afraid.
John...
I'm here, John.
- Karen, where are you?
- Right here.
I must be more moderate
in the future.
Good morning, cell block orange,
level F.
before reporting for work.
- Get Brennick up.
- I'm awake.
Holy F***! You're alive!
- How long was I out?
- Four months.
It's true, man. You were long gone.
I'm okay.
Wait! I've been in here that long?
Karen's getting near term.
- She's all right.
- Did you seen her?
Are you strong enough for the truth?
Karen moved into Poe's quarters.
That's why he didn't kill you.
- She saved herself.
- She's closer to the way out.
- You'll never get in there.
- You do.
That's my job.
I've got a parole to worry about.
I'm not going to jeopardize that -
- so you can play
some great-escape bullshit!
I'm not playing.
We need to talk.
- Talk's dangerous.
- That's right, it is.
I've been talking to your husband.
I'm John's cell mate.
- All this time...
- He's been like a zombie.
There was nothing there...
until today.
It worked?
It worked!
- Thank God!
- I don't know what you did.
But now he's planning an escape.
Nobody ever gets out of here.
He's a good man.
I don't want to see him die.
He won't die. Not if I help him.
I don't know how,
but this will get Karen out.
Let me see that.
I'll have to take it apart, but...
- Can you put it back together?
- Machines love me.
I can make it work.
It's what I did in the world.
- Mechanic?
- No, explosives.
First Intercontinental Bank.
I blew that safe
like it was f***ing butter!
My partners didn't appreciate
my work and turned my ass in.
- Why?
- Sh*t! I blew up the money.
Don't f*** it up.
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