No Escape Page #4

We don't get any.

- How often do they come?

- Twice a month, maybe.

If you're thinking about trying to jump

that chopper, forget it.

They pick a new spot each time.

We never know where.

Even if we did, who's gonna fly it?

Most of these cons can't even read.

- I can.

- What? Fly a chopper?

No. Read.

Mr. Robbins, I think it's time

I bought you a drink.

Mr. Killian!

How about two shots

of your finest 12-day-old?

Piss off!

Come on. Mr. Robbins is new in town.

Give us a little taste.

Down the hatch.

Brain spasm. It's taken me years

to get that effect.

- This stuff'll kill you.

- What?

- Mr. Killian is very sensitive.

- You call my life's work sh*t...

- It's turpentine.

- and expect to live?

You bastard! You get out!

Bastard!

I can whip your ass

with only one arm, you know!

I'm sure you could.

Anybody who could make nectar like this

I wouldn't want to mess with.

We gotta go to the gate.

Everyone's gotta go to the gate.

- What's going on?

- A man fell asleep at his post.

He was warned.

It's the second time.

The rules are clear.

They've been established...

to preserve the security

of the community.

Any man who, by action or omission,

jeopardizes the lives...

of any or all among us...

commits a capital offense.

The penalty is banishment.

Come on.

You don't approve?

You need my approval to kill a man?

- He broke the rules.

- And now he's gonna die because of it.

That's what happens to innocent people.

They're always dying for someone else's

idea of what's right or wrong.

We live under constant threat

from the Outsiders.

That man could've cost

everyone their lives.

This is what we have to do

to survive.

How long can you stay awake,

Mr. Robbins...

without somebody guarding your back?

- What's the problem?

- What about the food from the drop?

You'll get it

when I say you can get it!

Tomorrow, if you behave.

We're sick of you telling us

when we can eat and when we can't.

Maybe somebody else

should be giving the orders.

Really? Do you have anybody

particular in mind?

What about the con

who stole the gun...

and gave you a bath?

Maybe we should ask him.

That's not funny.

Now that's funny!

They're gonna tear each other

to pieces down there.

We better get our men together.

We'll make a raid.

Raids aren't gonna work anymore.

We need to take it all.

We need their land,

their food, everything.

We need the other gangs.

Maybe there's another way.

Maybe we should just

make it personal.

Just me and Dad.

Merry Christmas!

How are you doing, guy?

Hey, I made you a hat. You don't

have to wear it if you don't want.

It's a party.

We're having a party.

It's a Christmas party.

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