No Escape

In 2022, the international prison system is operated exclusively by private corporations. Criminals from all over the world are exploited for profit. Prisons have become big business.

NO ESCAPE

Company, by the right.

Eyes right.

Eyes front.

I said, eyes front.

You have come here because society has no use for you.

The prisons have given up hope of rehabilitating you.

This place will be your holding pen until your death.

Because death is the only way out.

There is no chance of reprieve, no possibility of escape.

You are condemned.

Either accept it, or die.

I want to see Prisoner 2675.

2011, Benghazi, Libya.

You marched up to your commanding officer and shot him.

You were convicted of first-degree, premeditated homicide.

You have since escaped from two maximum security prisons.

DNA scan reveals an aversion to authority -

- and a temperament prone to violent behavior.

Congratulations. You've found a home.

I run a multinational business here.

I re-process human garbage from around the world.

I'm good at it because I make all the rules.

You will have no contact with the world.

No visitors, no letters. You're dead.

But if you break any of my rules, you'll find a life after death.

A very painful life.

Have you anything to add?

Don't ever turn your back on me again.

Come on.

Thanks.

It's for you.

Come on. Quick, quick.

Don't eat it yet, they'll find out.

They know everything.

Our electrical impulses betray us. The ones in the brain.

They've got computers in the walls.

They know what we're thinking.

Don't think.

- They're coming for me. They know. - What?

- They're coming for me. - It's not you.

- They're coming to get me. - Relax.

They want you to think that. They'll be back.

Where are they taking him?

- Absolom. - Where?

Absolom. The killers are kings. Their teeth are like knives.

Human flesh is tough. They fly from the trees...

Ssh, ssh.

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.

You don't know me well enough to doubt me.

Now pick it up.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Good.

Now, begin.

Stop!

T1 is over Absolom. They request landing coordinates.

Drop him close to sector four.

- Prisoner 2675 has been delivered. - Good.

Stop!

Now put it back.

Good.

Isn't this beautiful?

200 deluxe rooms.

A heated pool and a staff of caring professionals.

I'm sorry, I'm being rude.

I'm Walter Marek, the manager. Welcome to vacation paradise.

- I hope you take plastic. - We take everything.

I've scheduled a variety of stimulating activities for you.

- Shuffleboard? - Water sports.

These activities can be rigorous, so we're selective about our clientele.

We like to make sure they meet the physical demands.

To get your heart pounding, we thought:

Five minutes in the pool with Ralph, our director of aquatic activities.

Enjoy.

That's extraordinary.

It wasn't what we had in mind, but ...

Extraordinary!

I can use a man like you on my staff.

We appear to have an opening.

Think about it. Deluxe rooms, free meals:

Anyone you can catch, kill and eat.

- How's your health plan? - Average life expectancy is...

Six months?

I've been here seven years.

- What if I say no? - That wouId be very disappointing.

If you've got to go, I won't stand in your way.

- I could probably use the exercise. - I'll stay.

I'll stay.

If you promise to hire another lifeguard.

You want it? You want it?

Get out of the way!

That was a very silly thing to do.

Let him go.

Bye!

- Yes? - A message from the island.

Prisoner 2675 is alive. He's at the Insiders' camp.

You don't ever go in there. Ever!

- How are you feeling? - Okay.

- Do you want to sit down? - No.

- What's your name? - Robbins.

Mr Hawkins is our security chief.

I'm known as the Father here.

How did you escape the Outsiders?

- Why? - How did you get past the traps?

- What is this place? - A sanctuary, Mr Robbins.

Most of us came before the Outsiders got so strong.

You're the first to ever escape from Marek.

And you brought a very powerful weapon.

- What about that? - It's been appropriated.

How did you get it?

I was shot, beaten, half-drowned. I don't want an interrogation.

- It's not an interrogation. - Then you do the talking.

We've created a new, civilised society here.

We're alone on this island.

We have what other prisoners want: Freedom.

The chance to make a life.

You are a highly resourceful man. Join us.

I'm not a joiner anymore. I just want to get off this island.

Take him to Dysart.

Severe oxidation of the firing module.

Transducers require an overhaul.

Coil, ejector rods, targeting... All completely shot.

The coil can be insulated with silk.

Even flax from a corn stalk.

And the ejector rods just need sanding.

- You know your weapons, Mr ... - Robbins. The new man.

- How did you get it? - I slept with the owner.

- Did you hear that? - He's determined to escape.

Yes, of course.

You're on an island, Mr Robbins.

It's called Absolom, situated 200 miles from the mainland.

There's no guards, no cells.

We're on a peninsula. Beyond those trees is the ocean.

The jungle side is heavily defended. You know why.

The Outsiders. We think there are about 600.

There are precisely 98 of us.

The island is watched by satellites with infra-red scanners.

Any escape will be detected.

There's a fleet of helicopters 50 miles away.

They can be here in minutes.

- And you call this freedom? - Under the circumstances.

We use the term loosely.

I'm sorry, but you're here for the rest of your life.

You can't go anywhere with that leg. You've time to think.

You either stay here and do your share,

or take your chances out there.

Your feet! Wipe your feet.

The average male foot has over 600 million germs.

Wow! So we're talking 1.2 billion?

There's nothing funny about sinus infections, bronchitis or pink eye.

There's no antibiotics here, no penicillin.

A bad case of pink eye, and you're history.

Okay, I'll remember that.

- Who are you? - Tom King. I host the newcomers.

Everything you need is in that drawer.

I suggest an oral hygiene programme. Trench mouth is rampant.

Wash your face before shaving. A staph infection could kill.

The Father sent over some salve for your leg.

Nasty.

- Why do they call him the Father? - That's what he is, to us.

It must be the dust.

- Why are you following me? - You frightened me.

- Why are you following me? - I was just...

I heard you escaped from Marek. I wanted to meet the badass...

- Don't. - Sure. Sorry.

Hey, I understand.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- Just leave me alone, okay? - Absolutely.

Wet Dreams!

That's what I call this place. Wet Dreams.

I come here and think about home. Newark.

It's about 5,000 miles that way.

I thought it was a slum but now I'd kiss the gutters.

- Then start swimming. - I've got a problem with sharks.

I've got the same thing with rats.

Wait.

Stephano.

My friend, Mr Robbins. Don't touch him.

This is Stephano. Anything you need, he's got it.

I like the boots.

Sign them to me for merchandise. When you die, they're mine. Okay?

He does that with everyone.

What merchandise do you have?

I have two dozen potatoes, very few bruises.

I've five pairs of underwear. Size 44. "Fruit of the Loom".