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.

We like to make absolutely certain they

meet the requisite physical demands.

So, just to get that old heart

pounding a little faster...

we thought five minutes

in the pool with Ralph...

our director of aquatic activities.

Enjoy.

That's extraordinary.

It's not exactly what we had

in mind, but extraordinary.

I could use a man like you.

A position on my staff, perhaps.

We appear to have an opening.

Think about it-- deluxe rooms,

run of the grounds, free meals...

anyone you can catch, kill and eat.

- How's your health plan?

- That really isn't necessary.

The average life expectancy here

is-- what, six months?

I've been here seven years.

- And what if I say no?

- That would be very disappointing.

Listen, if you gotta go, you gotta go.

I'm not gonna stand in your way.

- I could probably use the...

- I'll stay.

I'll stay.

If you promise to hire

another lifeguard.

Yeah.

You want it?

Get out of the way!

That was a very silly thing to do.

Get him!

Let him go.

Bye.

- Yes? What is it?

- Sir, transmission from the island.

Code seven.

Prisoner 2675 is alive.

He's at the Insider's camp.

Lower your end!

You don't ever go in there. Ever!

Bring some more water!

How are you feeling?

- Okay.

- Do you want to sit down?

- What's your name?

- Robbins.

This is Mr. Hawkins,

our chief of security.

- I'm known as the father here.

- The what?

"The father".

How'd you escape the Outsiders?

- What difference does it make?

- How'd you get past the traps?

What is this place?

Sanctuary, Mr. Robbins.

Most of the men here came

before the Outsiders got so strong.

But you were the first to ever

be captured by Marek and escape.

Not only escape...

you came out

with a very powerful weapon.

- Yeah, what about that?

- We've taken it for everyone's good.

So, how'd you get it?

Look, I've been shot,

beaten, half-drowned.

I'm not in the mood

for an interrogation.

- This is not an interrogation.

- Good. Then you do the talking.

We've created a new society here,

a civilized one.

We are totally alone on this island.

But we have something the prisoners

on the mainland don't have.

Freedom,

a chance to make a life.

You are a highly resourceful man.

We'd like you to join us.

I'm not a joiner anymore.

All I want to do is get off this island.

Take him to Dysart.

Severe oxidation

of the firing module.

Transducers require

a complete overhaul.

Solenoid core, ejector rods, dial

targeting system-- all completely shot.

The coil could be insulated with silk,

if you have any.

Even flax from a corn stalk.

And the ejector rods will be fine

after they're sanded.

- You appear to know your weapons, Mr....

- Robbins. The new arrival.

- How did you get it?

- I slept with the owner.

That's good.

Did you hear what he said, Hawkins?

Mr. Robbins is determined to escape.

Yes. Of course.

You're on an island, Mr. Robbins.

They call it Absolom.

Situated approximately

There's no warden here. No guards.

This is it. We're on a peninsula.

Beyond those trees

are the cliffs and the ocean.

The side open to the jungle

is heavily defended. You know why.

The Outsiders. We estimate

their numbers to be about 600.

There are precisely 98 of us.

The island is under

constant satellite surveillance.

High-resolution optics,

infrared scanners.

It's impossible to break out

undetected.

There's a fleet of fully armed

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