Fortress

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Step out of your vehicles.

Leave the car with the keys inside.

Take all personal belongings

with you to inspection.

Move on.

- Do you think I'm scared, Captain?

- You're never scared.

- Except when you're scared.

- Then you're really scared.

Why don't you get out of here

and we'll both feel better?

- I can take this trip alone.

- No!

Look at it, Karen, please.

- Sh*t! It keeps doing that.

- Don't lift your arms up.

I guess I can't salute.

Get out of the car, please.

Step out of your vehicle.

Leave the car with the keys inside.

Take all personal belongings

with you to inspection.

Identification.

Travel authorization to Vancouver.

Let me guess, the big one's hers.

Am I right or am I right?

I've never known it to fall. They

change clothes three times a day.

- We've got a positive here.

- No, there must be a mistake!

Goddamn breeders!

You think they'd learn.

- Some never do.

- Ain't that the truth.

- Next.

- Your turn.

Negative. Proceed.

Hey, come on.

- Don't forget her favourite dress.

- Thanks. I'm just so tired.

I've been driving all night.

This b*tch

is trying to get past our machines!

Goddman f***ing flack jacket!

Run! Go!

You're under arrest. Stand up and

keep your hands away from your body.

Hold your position.

Put your hands over your head.

You are under arrest.

I did a feature on this place.

It's enormous.

- Like your mouth.

- It's got no windows.

Attention, prisoners.

You are entering the Fortress.

A private maximum-security prison

run by the Men-Tel Corporation.

I only bounced a couple of cheques

and they give me maximum security.

It's located in a secluded desert.

No life can survive here.

Escape is impossible.

- 60 days I've got to do.

- That's short-term, man.

- You're only taking a nap.

- I never nap.

- What did they get you for?

- My wife was pregnant again.

One wasn't enough?

- He died at birth.

- Didn't they tie her tubes?

They said they did.

I guess we got lucky.

- Lucky? What did they give you?

- 31 years.

- Why the f*** are you smiling?

- She got away.

This is a complete security

environment. Crime does not pay.

It's 30 stories high.

How can it be invisible?

Calm down. Take a deep breath.

- Forget him. He's dead.

- He's just scared, okay?

The scared don't survive inside.

All right, everybody, strip.

Now!

All prisoners,

your attention, please.

Welcome to the Fortress.

Everything here is the property

of the Men-Tel Corporation.

Including you.

I am Prison Director Poe.

The Federal Government pays Men-Tel

$27 a day for each one of you.

They expect us to put you to use

expanding our facility.

- Hidden weaponry.

- Open your mouth!

Spit it out and put it in the bin.

Your work shift will be determined

by our computer ZED-10.

You will learn to live

without day or night.

These are Psychological

Security intelligence Systems.

P.S.l.S.

Your thoughts

will be with me... always.

Put your heads in. Now!

Prepare intestinator tagging.

You are about to be outfitted

with intestinators.

Men-Tel's automatic

behaviour-control device.

Observe all rules.

Be especially observant

of the yellow and red lines.

Crossing a yellow line

will result in pain.

Crossing a red line

will result in death.

I have an illness.

It's called claustrophobia.

- It's a real illness!

- Don't do this.

Remain in line.

Do not cross the yellow line.

Nobody's listening to me!

I have a note from my doctor.

- Yellow is pain.

- I cannot stay here! Listen!

The intestinator

is now in pain mode.

Turn it off!

Do not cross the red line.

Red is death.

I told you. Dead on arrival.

The Fortress is the world's largest

underground penitentiary.

are housed in the central core.

They destroy only organic matter.

Prisoners Brennick and Gomez,

get off here, please.

Up these stairs, please.

Come with me, please.

No f***ing way!

We're not taking any more in here!

- We've got a crowd in here now.

- Complaining is a violation.

- So is overcrowding.

- Intestination starts in 5 seconds.

No, come on.

All right, big mama, come on.

The more the merrier.

B*tch.

- 5 seconds to enter cell.

- Come on in.

- What happens if you walk out?

- Try it.

What's your problem?

Laser perimeter intrusion.

Step back, please.

Smart fish. Very smart.

- You'll have to pay the rent.

- I do my own time.

There's all kinds of time.

Think about it.

You don't pay the rent,

me and Maddox come and get it.

Is that you?

No. Maddox is hard to miss. He's got

a 187 tattooed on his forehead.

Do you know what 187 means, fish?

I bet it's not your I.Q.

He's doing the big b*tch.

So maybe you want to pay the rent

after all.

Brennick, John.

D-Day.

Anywhere you like, man.

Hey, pretty boy,

is your ass as sweet as your face?

- If it is, you can bunk with me.

- Try it and you're dead.

I can wait.

Night-night, sweetie.

Don't dream.

You're enjoying this.

- Yes, I suppose I am.

- Your function is to monitor.

We do not observe

for personal pleasure.

You don't understand pleasure...

or pain. I do.

- It is time for pain.

- I'm afraid it is.

Unauthorized thought process.

What's the matter?

Stomach ache? Indigestion maybe?

What's with him?

He's a ghost.

He got himself mind-wiped.

- He tried to escape. Big mistake.

- A mistake is what you make it.

Nobody makes it out of this place.

Don't believe

everything they tell you.

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.

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