No Escape

In the year 2022, the international prison system

is operated by private corporations.

Criminals from all over the world are exploited at a profit.

Prisons have become big business.

Company, man the right!

Eyes...

right!

Company, man the right!

March!

Eyes front.

I said, eyes front!

You have come here

from all over the world...

because society has

no further use for you.

The international prison system...

has given up all hopes

of your rehabilitation.

This place will now be

your holding pen until your death.

Because death is the only way out.

There's no chance of reprieve here...

no possibility of escape.

You are condemned.

Either accept it or die.

I want to see Prisoner 2675.

You marched directly up

to your commanding officer...

put a gun to his head

and blew his brains out.

You were court-martialed and convicted

of first-degree premeditated homicide.

You have since escaped from two

level 5 maximum security prisons.

DNA scan reveals that you have

a pathological aversion to authority...

and a temperament...

prone to violent behavior.

Congratulations.

You found a home.

I run a multinational

business here, Mr. Robbins.

Basically, I take human garbage

from around the world and reprocess it.

I'm very good at this business

because I make all the rules.

You will have no future contact

with the outside world.

No visitors,

no phone calls, no letters.

For all intents and purposes,

you're dead.

But if you break any of my rules...

you'll find that there is

life after death.

Very painful life.

Was there anything you wanted to add?

Don't ever turn your back

on me again.

Come on.

Thanks.

Here, it's food.

I saved it for you.

Go ahead, take it.

Come on, man. Quick!

No, don't eat it yet!

They'll find out.

They find out everything, man.

They know everything.

It's our electrical impulses

that give us away.

The ones in the brain.

Lots of electricity

in here, man.

Computers in the walls...

that process the impulses...

and tell them what we're thinking.

So don't think.

Oh, no.

They're coming for me.

- What?

- They're coming for me.

Relax. It's someone else.

- They're coming to get me.

- Relax.

No. That's what they want you to think.

They'll be back.

They're coming to get me.

Where are they taking him?

Absolom.

Where?

The killers are kings.

They sharpen their teeth like lions.

Human flesh is tough, you know.

They sharpen their teeth...

Quiet.

Hoarding food is a major infraction.

You are given enough to survive.

No more.

No less.

The punishment for this infraction...

ten lashes.

Prisoner 2675...

you will execute the punishment.

Nine more, please.

Begin.

Pick it up.

In five seconds, he's dead.

I don't think we know each other

well enough for you to doubt me.

Now pick it up.

One, two...

three, four...

five.

Good.

Now begin.

T-One over Absolom.

They're requesting landing coordinates.

Drop 'em close to Sector Four.

Prisoner 2675 has been delivered, sir.

Good.

Stop!

Now put it back.

Good.

Isn't this beautiful?

Two-hundred deluxe rooms.

Heated outdoor pool and a staff...

of caring professionals.

I'm sorry. I'm being rude.

My name is Walter Marek.

I'm your resident manager.

- Welcome to vacation paradise.

- I hope you take plastic.

We most certainly do.

We elicit all forms of payment here.

Now, I've taken the liberty...

of scheduling a variety of stimulating

activities for your enjoyment.

- Shuffleboard?

- Water sports.

Now, because some of the activities here

can be extremely rigorous...

we're very selective

about our clientele.

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