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Shooting Script (June 10, 1980) (Early Version) (Special thanks to David Fakrikian)


Plissken Being Chased By Two Helicopters While Driving A Motorcycle (
Bank Robbery Opening Sequence)


INT. ELEVATOR/EXT. DESERT - DAY - PANAGLIDE

The man punches the "ROOF" button. The doors close. The clang of the alarm fades as the elevator rises.

The man rips out of his maintenance uniform. His cap comes off. Long hair underneath. But we still don't see his face. Just pieces of his clothing. A black leather jacket. Boots. Fatique pants.

The doors open. A blast of sunlight. The man dashes out into a bleak, expansive Colorado desert. This is the roof of the underground bank!

CAMERA PANAGLIDES with the man as he races past huge solar domes. He ducks behind a doom. A motorcycle. Futuristic (like a Honda Shadow Classic). CAMERA MOVES IN to the fenderwell. Painted on it is a snake. A cobra. Fangs bared. Forked tongue protruding.

ANOTHER ANGLE - PLISSKEN

As he punches in the computer code and the bike roars to life, CAMERA PULLS BACK to REVEAL SNAKE PLISSKEN. Arrogant, mean and handsome. His left eye is totally black. An eye-patch.

Plissken squeezes the bike into gear and tears away from the solar domes across the desert.

EXT. DESERT TWO-LANE

Plissken speeds across the desert floor to a two-lane highway. From behind the solar domes two thrashing black helicopters rise up in the sky. Like huge, thundering metallic insects. They dip and zoom right for him.

ANGLE DOWN TWO-LANE

Plissken roars by CAMERA, down the two-lane toward a mountain in the distance, becoming a dot.

Suddenly the two helicopters scream by CAMERA, low to the ground, whirling after him!

MOVING SHOT WITH PLISSKEN

CAMERA is on Plissken, in front of him, moving with him. Behind him we see the helicopters closing in.

Closer. Closer. They're right behind him!

Suddenly THE CAMERA and Plissken are plunged into darkness. A tunnel entrance. Behind, through the opening, we see the helicopters turn away. We are in the mountain.

Plissken suddenly veers off to the right.

CIRCULAR UNDERGROUND RAMP (PARKING GARAGE)

Plissken roars down an underground ramp, around and around, deeper and deeper. There are lights in the ceiling. Concrete. Into an open area. A sign on the concrete arch above: "PACIFIC EXPRESS."

INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE - PANAGLIDE

Plissken roars off the ramp into a large underground parking garage. Up to an area marked "ESCALATOR." Plissken pulls his bike to a stop and jumps off. He starts running. CAMERA PANAGLIDES with him. He jams the screwdriver into a turnstile. It clicks open. Plissken moves to the escalator.



Shooting Script
(June 10, 1980)


Newsreel Footage Of Riots With SWAT Teams Moving Through The Streets


BLACK SCREEN.

Silence. Newsreel footage slowly FADES ON. Grainy color. Absolutely real. A riot. Police cars with bubble lights flashing. SWAT teams moving through the streets.

NARRATOR
In 1988, the crime rate in the United States rose four hundred per cent.

A prison riot. The National Guard disperses. Then a street riot. SWAT teams. GUNFIRE. Tear gas. Pandemonium.

NARRATOR
During the Summer War of 1991, fought between the agencies of law enforcement and the criminal element, the United States Police Force was formed. As large and well-equipped as the armed forces, the Police Force won the war.

A large emblem: the American Eagle against a red background. Proud, savage, strong. And in bold letters underneath, THE UNITED STATES POLICE FORCE. CAMERA MOVES IN on the emblem.

NARRATOR
In 1994 there were not enough prisons to harbor the three million plus population of convicted criminals.

CAMERA MOVES IN CLOSER to the eagle.

NARRATOR
In 1995, extreme measures were taken to insure law and order in the United States.

CAMERA MOVES IN to the eye of the eagle, then INTO BLACK.


Two Guards On Liberty Island Having A Conversation About How Many Prisoners The Pilot Who Blew Up The Escape Raft Has Killed


EXT. POLICE COMPLEX (SEPULVEDA DAM) - ANGLE ON HELICOPTER STATUE OF LIBERTY

CAMERA FOLLOWS the helicopter as it moves through the sky, coming off of it to REVEAL the Statue of Liberty. We are on Liberty Island. CAMERA PANS DOWN the Statue. GUARDS are stationed all over it. As CAMERA REACHES ground level we MOVE WITH TWO GUARDS as they walk along. One of the guards is looking up.

GUARD #1
Was that Charly?

GUARD #2
Yeah. Seventeen for Charly. Another month and he'll have a gold badge.

GUARD#1
I believe it's eighteen. Charly's bagged eighteen.

GUARD #2 (considers it)
Yeah, I think you're right. I think it is eighteen.

As they enter a guard station CAMERA CONTINUES TO MOVE, past the station into darkness.


Bob Hauk Talking To Dr. Cronenberg After Hanging Up The Red Phone


INT. CONFERENCE ROOM, OUTER OFFICE - NIGHT


Hauk hangs up. He looks at the Secretary of State, then gets up and quietly walks out the door. CAMERA MOVES WITH HIM into the small outer office.

DR. CRONENBERG, a tall, lanky physician with a worried face, stands up from his chair.

HAUK
Is it ready?

DR. CRONENBERG
Yes, but I can't guarantee...

HAUK (interrupts)
How long will it take?

DR. CRONENBERG
A few seconds. But I'm against using it...

HAUK
I have a directive from Washington.

DR. CRONENBERG
This is an experimental unit, Hauk. I've never tried it on a man...

HAUK
You can test it out.

A POLICE SERGEANT enters the room.

SERGEANT
They just took him in to quarantine.

HAUK
Bring him to my office



Two Cops Rolling Out The GulfFire From A Huge Hangar


EXT. AIRSTRIP - HANGAR - NIGHT

Plissken strides across an empty airstrip. He is still dressed in his own clothes. Leather jacket. Fatique pants. The survival holster is strapped on.

CAMERA MOVES WITH HIM toward a huge hangar. The doors slowly open. Inside, under eerie neon lights, is the GulfFire glider. TWO COPS roll it out of the hangar.



Plissken Running Into The World Trade Center


INT. WORLD TRADE CENTER - NIGHT

The car konks out completely and rolls to a stop. Plissken jumps out. Looks at his watch.

CLOSE ON WRIST WATCH

2:05:34, 33, 32...

ON PLISSKEN

He runs into the World Trade Center


Escape From L.A.


Draft (
June 23, 1995)


City Street Opening


A DARK TABLEAU - CITY STREET - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Graffiti-smeared walls. Fires raging. Automatic weapons FIRE. Shadowy FIGURES dash through the southern California night.




An Army Of Terrifying Figures Climbing Atop A Mountain Of Debris And Raising Their Weapons Into The Night Sky In The Ruins Of L.A.


A TORCH-LIT LANDSCAPE - NIGHT

The ruins of L.A. Rubble, smoke, a lethal wasteland. An army of terrifying FIGURES climbs atop a mountain of debris. They raise their weapons into the night sky.

FEMALE NARRATOR
Street gangs, South American terrorists and the criminally insane capture Los Angeles, the once-great City of Angels.


Plissken In A Deadly Betting Game Involving Snake Poison In Glasses In New Las Vegas


EXT. DARK OCEAN - NIGHT

TRAVELING SHOT

low, across the top of the water's surface. Climb up the side of a massive, rusted supertanker, abandoned, years ago. Break over the railing to reveal a gigantic NEON SIGN which SCREAMS "NEW LAS VEGAS".

THE SUPERTANKER has been transformed into a floating resort.

The camera increases speed, moves past huge billboards displaying gigantic glitzy ads:

NUCLEAR NIGHTS IN HAVANA -- an extravaganza with fabulous showgirls and laser recreations of Fidel's final night.

MUSEUM OF NIGHT CLUB ARTS -- a virtual reality tour featuring legendary Vegas entertainers.

FREE ENTERPRISE WORLD -- a virtual Disneyland for the whole family.

Now camera flies low through glittering streets and back alleyways filled with GAMBLERS, neon and glitz.

EXT. ALLEY - NEW LAS VEGAS, 2013 - NIGHT

An alley strangled with TOURISTS, GAMBLERS, HOOKERS, HUSTLERS, and CON-MEN -- professional expatriates from the West mingling with  excited visitors from all over the world.

SUPERIMPOSE: NEW LAS VEGAS
                          OFF THE COAST OF SEATTLE
                          THURSDAY 0330 HOURS G.M.T.

A SALESMAN

with a chin-mike speaks non-stop, unintelligible Chinese. A frenzied CROWD gathers around him, waving money, placing bets.

TWO MEN

sit at either end of a long table. They are in deep shadows, facing each other. We only get GLIMPSES of them:

ONE

Fat. Mirrored sunglasses. Chinese. His fingers TAP on the table.

A cockroach scurries past. Ammo belts. A sheathed combat knife the size of your arm. .45 automatics in holsters.

THE OTHER

Dressed in black. An eye-patch. Dangerous. A flash of  two six-guns in holsters. A futuristic gunfighter. The cockroach dashes past his fingers. WHAP! He squashes it.

THE CROWD

goes nuts, placing bets, YELLING and SCREAMING in a dozen languages.

THE SALESMAN

places 3 different shaped, clear shot glasses in front of the two men. Then he leans over to...

A VAT OF POISONOUS SNAKES

He reaches in, grabs a cobra, pulls it out.

THE COBRA

Hisses and squirms. Deftly, the Salesman continues to talk non-stop into his chin-mike as he milks the cobra venom into the first glass.

He pulls out an ice-pick, jabs it into the snake's throat, and bleeds a thick green-white liquid into the second glass.

Finally, he slits open the cobra with a large knife, and cuts out the heart and liver. Tossing aside the dead snake, the Salesman squeezes the heart and liver with his fingers.

The juice drips into the third glass.

Now the Salesman stirs the glasses. The poison is clear. The blood is milky-green. The heart and liver are red. He places the glasses on the table between the two men.

THE TWO MEN

stare at each other, motionless. The Crowd continues placing bets at a fevered pitch.

A TITANIUM LIGHT TUBE

floats above the center of the table. A laser beam of light shines from one end.

THE SALESMAN

leans over and flicks on side with his finger sending the tube spinning on its axis like a bottle, the light circling the room before stopping on the fat man's forehead.

THE FAT MAN

reaches slowly toward the glasses. His hand shakes slightly. He hesitates. Finally he takes the glass with the red liquid (the heart and liver), lifts it to his lips, pauses, then gulps it down.

THE CROWD

EXPLODES. More bets.

THE SALESMAN

leans over and spins the light tube again, this time it lands on something black, an eye-patch. Pull back to reveal a man with an eye-patch.

THE MAN WITH THE EYE-PATCH

reaches forward, his hand paused between the remaining two glasses. He takes the one filled with milky-green blood and downs it fast. The Crowd ROARS.

ONE GLASS LEFT

The two men stare at it intently.

THE SALESMAN

spins the light tube with more force than before. It circles again and again, slowing down, speeding up, finally stopping on the fat man.

THE SALESMAN

begins YELLING over the DIN of the crowd, shouting at the Fat Man.

THE FAT MAN

reaches for the glass of clear poison. His trembling fingers hover above it. Then he quickly withdraws his hand.

THE CROWD

reacts, BOOS, as...

THE MAN WITH THE EYE-PATCH

smiles. A slightly, cynical smile. And without hesitation, he reaches out, grabs the glass of poison, and drinks it down.

THE CROWD

surges forward, but the Salesman stops them with a sweep of his arm. All bets are off.

THE TWO MEN

stand from the table. Take several steps away toward the end of the alley. Stand facing each other. Two gunfighters.

FLASHES

of the two men. A piece of a black military boot. A hand positioned over a six-shooter. Mirrored sunglasses. A sweaty, trembling lip. And the eye-patched man's one good eye, blue and clear, staring -- hard and calm as a sunny day...

THEY DRAW

It happens in an instant. The alley THUNDERS with GUNFIRE. The guns BUCK and FLASH. Then silence.

The two men stand there for a beat, until one of them, the Fat Man, slumps, falls face first into the alley, dead.

THE CROWD

goes completely ape shit...

AS SNAKE PLISSKEN

emerges from the shadows of the alley, holsters his guns, grabs his take of the money...

SNAKE PLISSKEN. Long hair. A black eye-patch. A tight-lipped grimace. The impression of coiled aggression and intense cynicism. The toughest, most dangerous man on planet earth. A legend.


Plissken Getting Caught By The United States Police Force By A Steel Net From A Helicopter



PLISSKEN

strolls out of the alley into the crowd. He counts his money, pockets it, as a CIGARETTE GIRL approaches him. PLISSKEN stops her, pays for a pack of cigs. As she eyes him...

CLOSE - PLISSKEN'S ARM

... the Cigarette Girl touches him, pricks his skin with her fingernail. A drop of blood appears.

PLISSKEN

turns, stares after her, as the SOUND OF HELICOPTERS rises from above in the night sky.

THE CROWD

suddenly starts to disperse.

HELICOPTER SEARCHLIGHTS

blast down on the street. Plissken is suddenly caught in the glare. He starts to move away...

KACLANG!

Out of the blackness above a huge steel net drops out of nowhere.

THE NET

SLAMS DOWN on top of Plissken, trapping him, driving him down to the pavement with its weight...

PLISSKEN

struggles inside the net as BLACK FIGURES -- United States Police Force OFFICERS -- rush toward him, grab the net, tightening it.

More COPS move for him as we SLOWLY FADE TO BLACK...


A Bruised And Badly Beaten Plissken Arriving At Firebase Seven In A Helicopter


EXT. FIREBASE SEVEN - BEHIND THE WALL - NIGHT

Firebase Seven is a fortified base camp in the San Gabriel Mountains. It is a sprawling Police complex with low concrete bunkers, gun emplacements, satellite communications, vehicles, TROOPS, the works.

ON A LARGE ASPHALT FIELD

opposite the main complex is Rotor City -- row after row of black, multi-bladed, totally evil Police Battle helicopters parked like giant bugs on the ground.

A THRONG OF POLICEMEN

gather at the edge of Rotor City YELLING AND CHEERING, their fists in the air. COPS with camcorders videotape the event. A POLICE ANCHOR reports...

POLICE ANCHOR
He's been the Force's Most Wanted Man for 10 years. Convicted of 27 moral crimes. I can tell you, the excitement around here is...
(a great roaring skyward)
Here he comes!

A MASSIVE 7-ROTORED, 40-BLADED HELICOPTER TRANSPORT

comes SLAMMING DOWN out of the black sky and lands. The growing crowd of CHEERING COPS goes nuts like fans at a football game. They slap hands, dance wildly.

INT. COMMAND HQ - MAIN CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

A mammoth room filled with high-tech instrumentation. A glowing holographic map of L.A. fills one wall. Most of the CONTROL PERSONNEL have left their work stations and gather around TV sets all showing the Police Channel: a view of the helicopter transport sitting on the asphalt and the cheering crowds at the edge of Rotor City.

A tall, steel-faced OFFICER sits at his desk. This is Firebase Commander MAC 'BIG DOG' MALLOY. Hard, battle weary features. BRAZEN, a section Lieutenant, comes up.

BRAZEN
Commander Malloy. They're bringing him out, sir.

Malloy rises from his chair, steps to a nearby TV set, watches the scene from the Police Channel.

MALLOY
So we finally got him.

EXT. ROTOR CITY - NIGHT

The crowd of COPS is growing to a frenzy of wild anticipation.

POLICE ANCHOR
Hold one! The door is opening!

THE DOOR

of the helicopter transport slowly lowers like a drawbridge. Out of its black belly comes...

Snake Plissken. A steel collar is clamped around his neck. Eight lengths of chain stretch to EIGHT ARMED GUARDS who escort Plissken down the ramp.

PLISSKEN

is bruised, badly beaten and tortured, his face a mess, but he doesn't seem to care.

A LINE OF BATTLE-READY COPS

stand with their guns aimed right at Plissken's head as he is marched into camp. An army of camcorders move ahead of the Police Anchor as he scampers along in front of Plissken, interviewing him.

POLICE ANCHOR
Hello, Plissken. Welcome to L.A.

Celebrating cops CHEER as Plissken is lead to...

A SIGN ABOVE A CONCRETE BUNKER - DEPORTATION CENTER



Plissken Heading To The Submarine In A Helicopter


INT. COMMAND HELICOPTER - NIGHT

Plissken stares at a photo of the anodized prototype.

PLISSKEN
I'll need to know more about this thing.

MALLOY
Only a handful of people are aware of its existence. Let's just say it's the ultimate defensive weapon.

PLISSKEN
Defense against what?

MALLOY
There's a war about to be declared, or didn't you know?

Plissken shrugs.

MALLOY
Third World wants to live like we do -- and they plan on taking what they want. The Cubans and Brazilians are ready to invade Miami. If the Africans and Colombians make a run at the border, we got a full scale attack on the United States.

PLISSKEN
So what does this thing do?

MALLOY
All you need to know is get it back here by 5 a.m.

EXT. WALL - ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT

The Command helicopter lands near a large access tunnel inside the containment wall.


Plissken's Submarine Going Through More Universal Studios Attractions


EXT. UNDERWATER - UNIVERSAL CITY - THE BLACK TOWER - NIGHT

The sub SMACKS into the side of the Black Tower, powers through it, BLASTS out the other side through a window, tilting and wobbling.

THE SUB

rights itself momentarily but is SLAMMED downward out of frame by a huge, dark, slimy object.

KING KONG

looms overhead -- his fist RISING and FALLING with the currents. Plissken has maneuvered himself into the wreckage of the Universal Studios Tour.

THE SUB

zips through the KING KONG ride into BACK TO THE FUTURE, passing 1950's signage from that film, dodging a rusting Delorean. It SLAMS into the open mouth of JAWS, shattering the model into a million pieces.

THE SUB

continues on, BOUNCING through the narrow openings of the Earthquake Ride -- broken pipes, cracked sidewalks, split walls -- hard to tell what was the ride and what was The Big One.

INT. SUBMARINE

Plissken hangs on, as small jets of water spray into the cockpit through tiny cracks in the hull.


Plissken Meeting Spinal In The Middle Of A Gang War Between The Black Cowboys And The K.K.K. In Hollywood Bowl


EXT. STAND OF TREES - NIGHT

The mudslide hits a flat area near a stand of trees, spreads out, slows.

A completely-mud-covered, black Plissken climbs out of the goo. He's dripping with it. His one good eye shines in the moonlight.

He takes a couple steps toward the edge of the treeline when...

A VOICE (SPINAL) (V.O.)
Shut-up, fuck! Stop makin' noise!

Plissken spins. He's standing right next to

SPINAL

the leader of a BLACK COWBOY GANG. Dressed in black, boots with spurs, black duster, black cowboy hat, he carries an automatic rifle. He looks just like Charles Barkley.

PLISSKEN

looks around, realizes he's in the middle of a SMALL ARMY OF BLACK COWBOYS, crouched behind the trees, waiting in ambush. Covered with mud, Plissken blends right in.

SPINAL
Take cover, fool.

Plissken jumps behind a tree. Looks down the hillside.

PLISSKEN'S POV - THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL

Below his position is the Hollywood Bowl. A huge cross is on stage, and the cross is on fire.

CLOSER - HOLLYWOOD BOWL

A group of WHITE HOODED MEN, the K.K.K., stand in front of the burning cross holding a ceremony.

Next to the cross on stage, a Hooded K.K.K. STRING QUARTET begins playing a Hayden concerto.

PLISSKEN reacts.

SPINAL
Let's take 'em.

A BLACK COWBOY

raises his M79 grenade launcher, as the others quickly race down the hillside. He FIRES.

THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL

As a 40mm armor-piercing grenade leaves a blazing fire-trail as it ROCKETS toward the burning cross and --

KABLAMMO!

A FIREBALL BLOWS pieces of the cross into the air.

The K.K.K. spin around...

A BLAST OF LIGHTNING

illuminates the Black Cowboys attacking from the hills. They OPEN FIRE.

A K.K.K. GRAND DRAGON

is picked off his feet, buffeted in mid-air, flesh and robe SHREDDED by GUNFIRE.

A HAIL OF BULLETS

hit the K.K.K. They RETURN FIRE, but are overwhelmed. They're hit, jerking and twisting. FIRE from the Black Cowboys is withering, racking the Hooded Figures like bolts of lightning.

THE BLACK COWBOYS

keep advancing, FIRING, as it starts to RAIN again.

THROUGH THE CLOUDY WASH OF DRIBBLING RAIN-WATER

the FIREFIGHT continues.

4 K.K.K.

leap out from behind a row of seats and jump Plissken, knocking his gun to the ground.

In a blinding flash, using hands, feet, and head, Plissken sends them flying.

As he reaches down to pick up his submachine gun, he sees that the rain is washing the mud off his body...

AND SO DOES SPINAL

who stands nearby, watching as Plissken is washed clean by the rain. Spinal raises his weapon, then stops.

SPINAL
Hey. I know you. Snake Plissken.

Plissken slowly stands, his submachine gun in his hand. Behind them, the FIREFIGHT is almost over. The K.K.K. scatter into the rain...

SPINAL
Hey, what's going down, Snake?

PLISSKEN
I'm looking for somebody.

SPINAL
Who ain't?

Plissken pulls out his tracer. It is blipping red, just south of the Bowl.

SPINAL
Say, is it true what they say about Cleveland, man?

Plissken doesn't answer. He moves on through the rain...

SPINAL
Later, Snake. Thanks for the help. You can always shift down and mojo with us anytime.




Plissken Watching Cuervo Jones' Caravan Coming Down Hollywood Boulevard


EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD AT HIGHLAND - NIGHT

HIS POV - COMING DOWN HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

is a caravan of vehicles. The crowd parts to let them through, CHEERING insanely.

PLISSKEN

ducks into an alley, watches...

THE CARAVAN

as it passes Plissken's position. 2 men on horseback lead a convoy of RUMBLING, fuming old cars, buses, motorcycles - all scarred and ripped and jerry-rigged - bumps down the Boulevard.

PLISSKEN

from his spot in the alley, as a BLOND-HAIRED HOOKER joins him, rubs his arm. She has no polypropylene, at least none that we can see.

BLONDE HOOKER
It's winnin' time, baby. How about you and I do some celebrating?

PLISSKEN
What's going on?

BLONDE HOOKER
You must be new around here.
(beat)
You look familiar. Have I done you before?

Plissken grabs the Hooker.

PLISSKEN
What's happening?

BLONDE HOOKER
Easy, man, easy. It's Cuervo Jones' gang. Mescalito Justice. He's the big boss man 'round here tonight.
(whispers)
He's gonna take down the police and make 'em kiss his fine ass.

Plissken lets her go, stares...

HIS POV - A CADILLAC

is perched 10 feet off the ground on monster truck wheels. Severed doll heads are glued all over the hood, and a large glittering disco ball spins atop the roof, catching shards of light and flicking them back into the night...

Behind the disco ball stands the real CUERVO JONES, at least. And there next to him is Utopia. She's dressed in black lace underwear and bra, garters and stockings. A Playboy fantasy. She holds the prototype. DELGADO, Cuervo Jones' second-in command, stands behind her. He is huge and evil. Dressed like Pancho Villa.

PLISSKEN

stares as the Cadillac passes.

THE HOOKER

CHEERS along with the rest of the crowd, and doesn't notice that Plissken's moved off...

SEVERAL MOTORCYCLES

bring up the rear of the caravan. MESCALITOS ride with their WOMEN slung behind them.

As the last bike passes, Plissken darts out of the alley, yanks the WOMAN off the back of the cycle, jumps on.

ON THE MOTORCYCLE

The MESCALITO biker turns to react...

WHACK! Plissken takes him out with a head-butt, shoves him off the bike, hops up on the seat.

KAVROOM!

Plissken guns the motorcycle and it ROARS off, around the other bikers, toward the head of the caravan.

PLISSKEN

zooms along, makes the turn onto La Brea Avenue with the caravan...

EXT. LA BREA AND SUNSET BOULEVARDS - NIGHT

As the caravan turns west onto Sunset, Plissken BLASTS around the corner.




Plissken On A Motorcycle Grabbing A Chain And Gunning Down A Mescalito On A Harley


ON PLISSKEN

Coming right behind him are 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys -- chains, iron bars, and swords in their hands.

PLISSKEN

stares up ahead.

HIS POV - THE CADILLAC

is just a few feet away. Cuervo Jones and Utopia.

PLISSKEN

guns it when suddenly 2 Mescalitos pull up on either side of him. One of them swings a chain...

Plissken grabs it with one hand, and with his other hand, aims his submachine gun and FIRES!

The Mescalito and bike go flying, and Plissken holds on to the chain.





Plissken's Chain Intertwining With A Mescalito's Chain


as the other Mescalito riding behind him swings a chain. Plissken swings his. The two chains SNAP together, intertwining.

Then Plissken squeezes his hand-brake.

He SCREECHES to a stop. The Mescalito keeps going, and is yanked over backward by his own chain, off the Harley. Finally the Harley flops over, skids, EXPLODES.





Plissken On Horseback Chasing Cuervo Jones


Plissken SURGES the bike forward, coming up on a Mescalito on horseback who turns and FIRES. Plissken ducks and the bullet RIPS THROUGH the rear tire. The tire BLOWS and the bike SWERVES out of control. Plissken LEAPS from the bike and grabs the back of the saddle.

THE HORSE

Plissken pulls himself up behind the Mescalito and wrestles for control of the mount. Plissken grabs the reins and wraps them around the Mescalito's neck, squeezing until his eyes BURST. Plissken SLAMS his arm against the Mescalito, throwing him off the saddle, BOUNCING onto the pavement.

Plissken GALLOPS ahead, circling a lasso high above his head, POUNDING down on a biker. The lasso takes flight and finds it mark, the biker's neck.

Plissken pulls the lasso taut, ties the end to the saddle horn, rides his mount parallel to the biker.

THE BIKE

with one quick YANK to the lasso, Plissken PULLS the biker off, JUMPS on the bike and SMACKS the hell out of the horse's rump.

THE HORSE

TAKES OFF down the street, DRAGGING the biker by the neck.


Plissken Fighting Cuervo Jones On The Roof Of A Car


THE CADILLAC

speeds up as Plissken moves up to the Mustang five cars behind. He swings off the bike and jumps onto the trunk.

PLISSKEN

climbs up to the roof, leaps on the hood, then jumps to the trunk of the car in front -- leapfrogging, jumping to the next car, the next car...

MESCALITOS

lean out their car windows, FIRING at him...

BUT PLISSKEN

keeps moving toward the Cadillac...

SUDDENLY A HAND

reaches out a car window and grabs Plissken's submachine gun. Plissken turns to snatch it back --

WHEN CUERVO JONES

leaps from the Cadillac and takes Plissken down to the roof.

CUERVO JONES
Snake Plissken.

They struggle. Cuervo raises his machete. Plissken grabs his wrist, flips him over, knocks the machete off into the street, SMACKS Cuervo in the face...

A BOLAS-SWINGING MESCALITO

comes ROARING up on his bike, throws the bolas...

PLISSKEN

as the bolas hit him, wrap around his neck, the balls THUNKING him in the face, sending him flying...

KAWHAP!

Plissken hits the pavement hard. He skids, rolls, and at last SLAMS into the edge of the sidewalk.

The caravan RUMBLES away down Sunset. The hand in the car window still holds Plissken's submachine gun.

Cuervo crouches on the roof, HISSING at Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Later, Snake. We finish it later.

PLISSKEN

lies there for several beats, then climbs to his feet.

HIS POV - THE CARAVAN

disappears up Sunset.

PLISSKEN

Stands alone in the deserted street. The ruins of a supermarket, cheap motels, liquor stores -- all empty, desolate.

He looks over to see the broken remains of his pocket walkie. After a beat, he starts moving up Sunset, checking his 2 9mm handguns, slipping them into their holsters.


Plissken And Taslima At Rodeo Drive


EXT. SUNSET - BEVERLY HILLS - NIGHT

Plissken walks past the once-beautiful mansions along Sunset. Now they are dark, ruined.

CLOSER - BEVERLY HILLS MANSION

As a twisted, mechanical hand sewn awkwardly to the flesh pf the wrist pulls aside a window curtain. The face behind the window is in shadows, but we can just make out its pale, discolored features. The other hand brings up a walkie-talkie...

SENTRY
(into walkie)
Specimen moving west on Sunset.

EXT. BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL - SUNSET AND BEVERLY DRIVE - NIGHT

Plissken moves into the intersection of Sunset and Beverly Drive. The ruins of the old Beverly Hills Hotel are ahead and to his right. He stops, stares down Sunset...

HIS POV - A FIGURE

emerges from the shadows. This is the GATEKEEPER. Strange, mismatched body parts. A black-skinned arm attached to a pale white body. His face is unnaturally smooth -- too many face lifts. He carries a torch.

GATEKEEPER
Halt!
(beat)
Where are you going?
(no reply)
Are you here for the auction?

BEHIND PLISSKEN

FIGURES have suddenly moved out into the street, all with mismatched body parts -- heads too large for their torsos, female body parts mixed with male heads, all sewn together with large, uneven stitches. Plissken is surrounded.

GATEKEEPER
Welcome to Beverly Hills.

PLISSKEN

raises his gun, starts to move, when suddenly A FIGURE rises behind him out of the shadows...

A MULTI-COLORED FLESH HAND

raises a lead pipe, brings it down hard...

ON PLISSKEN'S HEAD

THUNK! He goes out like a light.

AS PLISSKEN

slumps unconscious to the street, the Figures move for him. Their arms lock around him, drag him away with amazing speed -- a pack of wolves on a deer.

CLOSE - PLISSKEN - NIGHT

Plissken bolts awake, to find himself tied to a cross. It's lurching back and forth as though the ground is moving.

EXT. RODEO DRIVE - BEVERLY HILLS - NIGHT

Plissken is being carried down Rodeo Drive on the cross by a THRONG OF SURGICAL FAILURES. They carry torches. Dressed in tatters. Their faces look only partially human sewn together raggedly.

Rodeo Drive is a bizarre marketplace of body parts. The once beautiful storefronts of famous designers are now in shambles. Human body parts are on display like filets of fish on ice.

GUCCI now offers body pieces fashioned from spare car parts and ARMANI displays more eclectic, high priced pieces sewn together like sculptures in their windowfronts. A giant rift runs down the street's center. Acrid smoke rises.

THE THRONG

stops at an intersection, and Plissken's cross is anchored in the middle of the street. Surrounding the intersection are PATIENTS of every size, age, sex.

PLISSKEN

looks over, sees another cross being carried up and planted right next to his. A beautiful GIRL is tied to this cross. This is TASLIMA, 20's, Iranian, the face of a Persian princess. She's dressed in black leather, and basically has an i.q. of around 50.

TASLIMA
Hi, Snake. It's so great to meet you. My name's Taslima. I'm a fan of yours.

PLISSKEN
Are you crazy?

TASLIMA
A little bit. But pretty soon I'm gonna be dead. So are you, Snake.

Plissken looks across the street.

OUT OF THE RUINS OF HE ONCE FAMOUS RED DOOR OF ELIZABETH ARDEN come AN ARMY OF WOMEN FACIALISTS with acid-burned faces from one-too-many skin peelings wielding knives, saws, horrible-looking carving instruments...

TASLIMA
I can't believe I got caught.
(sighs)
I run with Midnight Jihad. Iranian gang. Only they kicked me out, cause I screw up sometimes. I forget stuff.

Plissken struggles with his bonds.

TASLIMA
I left my boyfriend's place tonight, took a wrong turn...
(SIGHS again)
Oh, Snake, I'm really kind of out of it sometimes.

OUT OF THE RED DOOR

come more INTERNS AND NURSES carrying surgical pans and pushing gurneys to collect dismembered body parts.

THE THRONG OF FACIALISTS, PATIENTS, INTERNS AND NURSES

surround Plissken and Taslima on the crosses. They move back to the sidewalks as the auction for body parts cut freshly from Plissken and Taslima is about to begin. The gurneys are wheeled into place and set up as large cutting tables. The FACIALISTS take their positions behind the tables waiting to carve fresh meat.

PLISSKEN
What are they?

TASLIMA
They live here, used to be like us. But after too many silicon implants, their muscles turned to jelly. The only way they survive is to have body parts transplanted over and over again.
(whispers)
Snake, nobody who comes into Beverly Hills gets out alive.

PLISSKEN
No screamin' shit.

TASLIMA
Oh no, it's the Doctor.

PLISSKEN
Who?

TASLIMA
The Surgeon General of Beverly Hills.

THE DOCTOR, THE SURGEON GENERAL OF BEVERLY HILLS

steps out into the street. He appears incredibly gorgeous, a hunk of a man, put together by the finest body parts available in Beverly Hills -- a millennium Fabio -- but upon closer examination, he's got no lower jaw. Instead, there is a rusting metal grid-work attached beneath each ear. It never moves. He can actually speak through a metal box attached to his windpipe.

THE DOCTOR

stands in front of them. He RAISES his hands to quiet the crowd. He walks around the cross, admiring the beautiful bodies before him. He tickles the fine flesh with his right hand, which is made up of 10 gleaming scalpels which form a 360 degree cutting edge.

THE DOCTOR
I've never seen more beautiful specimens. There will be no auction tonight. These body parts will go to those who need them the most.

The crowd GRUMBLES...

PLISSKEN

turns his head sideways, to a small hidden pocket near his neck. With his teeth, he pulls out the silver mouth dart, slips it onto his tongue, closes his mouth.

THE DOCTOR

raises his gleaming scalpel hand and steps toward Plissken.

THE DOCTOR
What a beautiful blue eye. It's a shame you only have one.

A NURSE brings over a small step-ladder. THE DOCTOR positions it in front of Plissken, slowly climbs up the rungs until he is face to face with him.

THE DOCTOR looks ready to pluck Plissken's good eye from its socket with his scalpel tips.

FFFTTT!

Plissken spits the mouth dart!

WHACK!

The dark hits THE DOCTOR squarely in the forehead. He freezes, his scalpel hand raised, his eyes clouding. He falls forward...

THE SCALPEL HAND

swings, misses its mark, and instead hits the rope tied around Plissken's wrist. WHACK! The rope's cut!

Plissken

grabs the scalpel hand with his free hand, cuts his other hand and legs loose in a flash and pushes THE DOCTOR backward off the step-ladder.

WHUMP!

Plissken falls to the intersection, almost at the same time as THE DOCTOR hits the pavement.

The PATIENTS are stunned. Motionless. They stare at their DOCTOR lying in the street, MOANING, moving slightly.

Snake starts to run...

TASLIMA
Snake, help me.

SNAKE
Why?

TASLIMA
I don't know.

Almost on a whim, Plissken cuts her free. Then he runs. Taslima follows him...

PLISSKEN

heads toward a side street, looks over his shoulder, sees Taslima following...

PLISSKEN
Don't follow me.

TASLIMA
You need help.

PLISSKEN
Like hell I do.

Then Plissken comes to a dead stop.

HIS POV - DOWN THE STREET

comes a MASS OF PATIENTS right at him.

TASLIMA

grabs Plissken, pulls him with her. They take off down a dark cobblestone street...

EXT. DARK ALLEY - NIGHT

Plissken and Taslima run as behind them the PATIENT horde gives chase.

They stop at another small alley between 2 large buildings.

TASLIMA
Down this way.

They disappear into the small alley.

EXT. SMALL ALLEY - CUL DE SAC - NIGHT

It's long and narrow and completely enclosed by the buildings on either side. Suddenly Plissken and Taslima come to the end -- a 75 foot high four-story building blocking the passageway to Wilshire.

PLISSKEN
This is a dead end.
(looks at her)
You took us into a dead end!

TASLIMA
I just thought you wanted to get away. I didn't know you wanted to go someplace.

KACLANK! They turn...

THE DOCTOR

staggers down the alley, the dart still sticking from his forehead. Behind him, the PATIENTS follow...

PLISSKEN

shoves Taslima toward a broken window.

PLISSKEN
Go!

He follows Taslima through the window.


A Bald Cat Dropping Down on Plissken's Head and Plissken Fighting The Surgeon General Of Beverly Hills In A Dark Hallway
 

INT. SECOND FLOOR BALCONY - NIGHT

Plissken and Taslima climb dilapidated stairs, move along the balcony railing. A torn and tattered Roy Lichtenstein painting hangs crooked on a wall. 20 foot high bright red letters -- "CAA" -- lie strewn across the marble floor. Various offices are wrecked and dark, scripts lay all over the place.

They stop at a dark hallway. Taslima moves cautiously ahead.

TASLIMA
Be careful of the bald cats. They live in these buildings.

PLISSKEN
The what?

TASLIMA
They're all females and they hate men.

They start down another hall, when, without warning, something small and ferocious drops down on Plissken's head from a hole in the ceiling.

It crawls, SHRIEKING down his face. Plissken YELLS, fights it off.

THE BALD CAT

skulks away, HISSING at Plissken. The thing is feline with pink skin just like a baby's.

TASLIMA
Come on.

Plissken follows, then stops. Looks up.

ANOTHER HOLE IN THE CEILING

A bald cat peers down at him. HISSES.

Then suddenly there is a ROAR and down out of the hole CRASHES THE DOCTOR!

Plissken BLASTS him with his 9mm.

THE DOCTOR rolls off, GROANING.

Plissken jumps to his feet, but THE DOCTOR grabs his ankle, pulling him down again. Plissken's 9mm goes flying.

THE DOCTOR claws at him, his horrible face inches away from Plissken's.

THE DOCTOR
Now that eye...

From behind his back, THE DOCTOR pulls an ugly weapon. It's a long dagger with a central point and 4 claw-like barbs.

Plissken reaches for his other 9mm in its holder, but his hands are trapped by THE DOCTOR'S body.

Closer and closer moves the claw dagger toward Plissken's good eye.

TASLIMA

scrambles, picks up Plissken's 9mm, then stares at the 2 men.

PLISSKEN
(YELLING)
Are you gonna stand there? Give me the gun.

Taslima starts to hand it to him. Both Plissken and THE DOCTOR fight to reach it.

Finally, it's in Plissken's grasp.

He BLASTS 3 times -- each one hitting.

THE DOCTOR shudders, rolls away.

Plissken gets to his feet.

He BLASTS one more time for good measure, then follows Taslima down the hallway...

INT. FIRST FLOOR - REAR EXIT - NIGHT

They come down a flight of stairs, stop at the rear door.

PLISSKEN
How do we get out of here?

TASLIMA
Sewers. Come on.

She pushes open the door...


Plissken And Taslima Meeting Pandejo Bob In The Sewer Who Takes Them To A Sewer Reclamation Center


INT. SEWER TUNNEL - NIGHT

Dim, greenish light. Plissken and Taslima begin running down the sewer tunnel.

Through the hole behind them drop PATIENTS, giving chase.

PLISSKEN AND TASLIMA

race through a half-filled storm drain seeping with slime. They turn a corner...

ANOTHER TUNNEL

...and run smack into a horde of PATIENTS. Instantly, the PATIENTS overpower them. Hands reach out and drag them down...

Suddenly, from down the tunnel comes an UNEARTHLY SOUND, a weird WHISPERY SCREECH like a demon unleashed from the underworld. It gets LOUDER and LOUDER.

The PATIENTS freeze, then begin SCREAMING and, as the SOUND gets LOUDER still, they all disappear, escaping back down the tunnel.

FROM DOWN THE TUNNEL

an eerie light appears, coming nearer and nearer every moment.

TASLIMA
Snake -- what is it?

PLISSKEN
How the hell am I supposed to know? This is your damn city.

Slowly, the light takes form. It is a single, gigantic eye -- floating in pitch-black darkness. It continues coming -- growing larger and larger.

Suddenly the sewer begins to ECHO with a BLASTING, RINGING SOUND. MUSIC!

It's incredibly LOUD SALSA MUSIC!

From out of the tunnel drives an ancient golf cart.

On a metal pole in front is a huge, lighted eye such as an optometrist might use to advertise his services. SALSA MUSIC BLARES at top volume from loudspeakers strapped to the sides of the cart. At the wheel of the vehicle is a LARGE man dressed in jeans, cowboy boots and a flak vest, wearing a gas mask. A lariat is hooked to his belt.

He pulls up near Plissken and Taslima, shuts off the motor and the music, lifts a shotgun from the seat beside him, climbs down. He holds the gun on them.

Removing his head gear, his face becomes visible. He is PENDEJO BOB, a Mexican wearing sunglasses under the gas mask. He takes off the sunglasses, and his apparently blind in one eye. He looks like Los Lobos' lead guitarist.

PENDEJO BOB
What're you doing in here?

PLISSKEN
Looking to get out.

PENDEJO BOB
Good. I want you out. This is my sewer.

PLISSKEN
Which way?

With a GRUNT of curiosity, Pendejo Bob moves up to Plissken. Suddenly his blind eye flashes on like a tiny, built-in spotlight. With it, he examines Plissken's face.

PENDEJO BOB
You're Snake Plissken.

TASLIMA
Yes. Isn't he cool?

There is a CLICKING SOUND and the lighted eye is extinguished. Pendejo Bob extends his hand.

PENDEJO BOB
An honor, Snake. Amigo. They call me Pendejo Bob.

Plissken doesn't shake. From down the tunnel the shouts and footfalls of the patients gets closer...

PENDEJO BOB
Those damn patients are coming back. You'd better climb aboard.

Plissken and Taslima climb into the rear of the golf cart. Pendejo Bob spins the cart, takes off in the other direction.

INT. UNDERGROUND PASSAGE - NIGHT

The golf cart streaks along through a dark sewer passage. The only light comes from the eye on the front of the vehicle.

PENDEJO BOB
I use the eye and the music to scare 'em off. They're so whacked out, man, it works great. Chased a whole bunch of 'em right off the edge there a few months ago.

He points to a sheer, pitch-black drop-off on one side of the passage.

TASLIMA
(she peers over the side)
How far down does it go?

PENDEJO BOB
Don't know -- never do hear 'em land. Earthquake opened it up.

The golf cart CREAKS into a narrow tunnel...

INSIDE THE TUNNEL

GUARDS, Hispanics in biker denims, fatigues, with rifles and sunglasses, line the walls. They watch as the golf cart passes. Up ahead is a door marked: SEWAGE RECLAMATION CONTROL.

INT. SEWER RECLAMATION CENTER - CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

The cart pulls into the remains of a mammoth underground control center. It's lined with ladders, catwalks, machines full of gauges and levers. A few are still working -- most are broken and covered with dust and grime.

Filling the room is an underground enclave: MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN, all Hispanic, living in tents and lean-tos, cooking over open fires next to old rusted cars on blocks, lots of weapons, lots of sunglasses. Also, high-tech, futuristic rifles, cannons, grenade launchers -- an amazing arsenal. Crates of explosives are stacked everywhere.

The golf cart comes to a stop and they get off.

PENDEJO BOB
I own this whole place. Used to work here in the old days. I was right in this room when the big one hit. What a mess. We were waist high in shit.
(turns proudly to them)
Everybody else ran, but not me. I stayed at my post. Now it's all mine. I brought my whole family, my amigos, down here to live with me.

TASLIMA
Gun runners.

PENDEJO BOB
Hey, it's a living, baby.

PLISSKEN
Why don't you get out of L.A.? Take a boat to China, take an airplane to Brazil?
(looks at Taslima)
Earthquakes, death, shit. Why do you stay?

TASLIMA
I don't know. Somehow, I just can't leave.

PENDEJO BOB
Y'know, L.A.'s not such a bad place, Snake. We got our problems, sure -- but this is paradise, man.

Pendejo Bob leans in close and whispers conspiratorially to Plissken.

PENDEJO BOB
Say, you need anything, Snake? Guns? Explosives? I can get you a crate of hellfire grenades, no problem -- five hours.

PLISSKEN
Yeah. So how do I get to Venice?

PENDEJO BOB
All the sewers are collapsed under Venice. You have to go topside. Right up there.

He leads Plissken and Taslima to a ladder that goes up into the darkness. A line of MEN steadily climb up, one after the other, carrying crates of weapons.

PENDEJO BOB
Comes out near the Santa Monica Freeway. Just follow the signs. Get off at the Lincoln Exit, turn left.

Pendejo Bob interrupts the line of men. Plissken starts up the ladder, followed by Taslima...

PENDEJO BOB
Nice to meet you, Snake. You too, Miss. You're welcome down here anytime. Anytime at all.


Delgado On A Garbage Truck With A Mounted 50-Caliber Machine-Gun And Mescalitos Attacking At Santa Monica Freeway


EXT. SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - NIGHT

As far as the eye can see there are lines of rusting cars and trucks, bumper to bumper like a giant junkyard rush hour.

Plissken walks up the on-ramp, onto the freeway. He strides past rows of junked cars. A few of them have PEOPLE inside...

There is a Mercedes rusted to its frame, its DRIVER an 80-year-old in sunglasses, drinking from a bottle.

A pickup truck full of OLD ILLEGAL ALIENS packed in like sardines. Someone cooks from a barbecue grill.

An RV. An OLD MAN sits in the opened doorway, staring at Plissken as he passes. 2 OLD LADIES in housecoats stare at him through the windows.

CLICK, CLICK! A SOUND behind Plissken. He spins, 9mm ready...

It's Taslima, running to catch up with him...

TASLIMA
I changed my mind. I'm going with you, wherever you're going.

PLISSKEN
(gestures to the cars)
What the hell is this?

TASLIMA
The freeway.

PLISSKEN
I know that. There are people in some of these cars.

TASLIMA
It's where they live. I guess after everything happened, they just needed to do what they'd always done before. During the daytime, they just pull down the shades on their windows and sleep.

Plissken continues walking. Taslima catches up...

TASLIMA
What are you gonna do in Venice?

PLISSKEN
Find Cuervo Jones.

TASLIMA
No! Stay away, Snake. He's mucho muerte.

Suddenly a SHOT rings out. Taslima is struck and falls.

Plissken drops between the cars and crawls over to her.

TASLIMA
Run, Snake...They're coming.

PLISSKEN
Who?

She touches his hand and looks at him softly.

TASLIMA
I don't know.

Taslima dies. Plissken stares at her for a moment.

More SHOTS ring out -- landing very close to him.

FREEWAY EMBANKMENTS

From out of the heavy bushes along the freeway storm a DOZEN MESCALITOS moving quickly -- FIRING as they go.

Behind them GRINDS an ancient garbage truck mounted with a 50-caliber machine-gun. Atop the truck is DELGADO. He wears a flame thrower on his back.

PLISSKEN

RETURNS FIRE, rolls under a car and begins crawling. All around him PEOPLE jump out of their cars, begin FIRING back at the Mescalitos.

THE GARBAGE TRUCK

SMASHES through a rusting Volkswagen, heading straight toward him.

PLISSKEN

reaches the edge of the freeway, dives for the bushes.

AS THE GARBAGE TRUCK

ROARS past, FIRING into the vehicles on the freeway, the PEOPLE running, SCREAMING...

EXT. SIDE STREET - NIGHT

Clawing his way through the undergrowth, Plissken bursts onto a side street.

Behind him come the Mescalitos on foot.

Plissken runs, FIRING back every step of the way...

AHEAD ON THE STREET

Suddenly, in the blowing mist in front of him, a car screeches into view. It's a perfectly restored, 1966 Cadillac convertible. Candy-apple red. The stereo BLASTS 'Last Night' by the Satellites.

And behind the wheel is Map To The Stars Eddie.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Hop in, Snake!

THE UNDERGROWTH

as the garbage truck bursts through. Delgado is behind the machine gun, BLASTING AWAY, burning up the street!

Bullets are flying everywhere as Plissken runs to the Cadillac and dives into the back seat.

He's still not fully inside when Map To The Stars Eddie ROARS AWAY in a blaze of rubber and smoke.

DELGADO

takes aim with his flame thrower... KAWHOOSH!

A GIANT TONGUE OF FLAME

shoots out from the nozzle like a flaming spear. It streaks down the street, just missing the tail of the Cadillac as it swerves around a corner...


Cuervo Jones Talking To Plissken At Mescalito Justice Hall (Note: No broadcast in this version here. Snake watches Cuervo Jones' broadcast on a TV screen in Map to the Stars van after surfing down Wilshire Boulevard.)

 
EXT. INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL LAX - NIGHT

Like a giant, scorched daddy-long-legs, the architectural identity of the LA airport rises above the empty parking lot littered with the skeletal remains of burned-out cars and airport shuttles. The wrecks of old 747's lie twisted and bent across the tarmac.

BEHIND IT

Surrounded by MESCALITOS with torches and guns, sits the former Bradley Terminal defaced with graffiti, the sign now reading: MESCALITO JUSTICE HALL.

PLISSKEN'S GOOD EYE

opens. Looks around fuzzily.

INT. MESCALITO JUSTICE HALL - NIGHT

He is in Cuervo Jones lair. Huge. Torch-lit. Plissken lies in the center of the room, chained to a treadmill. He is surrounded by MESCALITOS.

In one corner of the room is lots of high-tech equipment. Computers. A VR simulator. Most of the Mescalitos are gathered around a big screen TV. They watch the 207th Annual Academy Awards from Carefree, Arizona.

Cuervo Jones strides toward Plissken. Map To The Stars Eddie scurries along at his side.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Come on, Cuervo. I delivered him, didn't I? All I'm asking for is what you promised.

CUERVO JONES
We'll see.

Cuervo Jones stops in front of Plissken. Sees that he's awake. Holds out a glass filled with red liquid.

CUERVO JONES
Carrot juice?
(no response)
Laced with tequila, Snake. Good for you.
No?
(no response)
Your health.

Cuervo Jones downs the carrot juice. Plissken lifts his head, grimaces. Sweat pours down his face. He GASPS for air.

CUERVO JONES
You're coming out of it, Snake. It hurts real bad.
(beat)
That's good.

He kneels down next to Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Dying isn't good enough for you. You need pain. You'll never make it to where you want to go without a little pain.

He stands, considers Plissken for a moment.

CUERVO JONES
Snake Plissken. American outlaw. So typical of American idealism. The old west, Snake.

Cuervo Jones tosses the glass to Map To The Stars Eddie. He's beginning to enjoy the moment, performing for Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Man against the sky. The individual. Freedom. No wonder they hate you so much in America, Snake. You remind them of what they used to be.

Cuervo Jones walks to a door, opens it.

Beyond is a huge courtyard filled with PEOPLE -- FAMILIES, TEENAGE RUNAWAYS, THE ELDERLY, ILLEGAL ALIENS, ORPHANS -- people with nowhere to go. They are being fed and cared for by MESCALITOS.

CUERVO JONES
Here is the real L.A., Snake.

Plissken lifts his head to see.

CUERVO JONES
The poor. The old. The lost. People without hope.

He crosses back to Plissken...

CUERVO JONES
Do you know what they want? One word. Liberation.
(beat)
They want a chance to live -- before it's all gone. They've been hated for too long --
(smiles)
Now it's their turn.

He gestures to his men, who move to Plissken and begin carefully unlocking him from the treadmill.

Still wobbly, Plissken crawls to his feet...

As Utopia comes bounding up from the big screen T.V. Still dressed in her racy underwear, she gives Cuervo Jones a kiss. She still carries the prototype with her.

UTOPIA
Cuervo! LaToya Jackson just won Best Actress.

Cuervo Jones reaches out to take the prototype from her. She holds on to it.

UTOPIA
You said I could hold it.

He yanks it out of her hands, more violently than she expected. Recovering, she casts a contemptuous glance at Plissken.

UTOPIA
Who's that?

CUERVO JONES
You never heard of Snake Plissken?

Utopia takes a couple steps closer, squints.

UTOPIA
He doesn't look like his picture.
(frown)
I bet he's fake.

CUERVO JONES
Now go get dressed. We have things to do.

UTOPIA
Are we going to eat soon? I'm starved.

Cuervo Jones gives her a SLAP on the butt, which startles Utopia.

UTOPIA
Ooww!

CUERVO JONES
Go on now. Do as I say.

Plissken watches as Utopia walks away, out of the terminal.

CUERVO JONES
I'm going to show her what it means to be a woman -- for the first time in her pathetic little life.
(smiles)
Given her love, Snake. Everybody needs love.

He moves slightly closer to Plissken -- though not too close.

CUERVO JONES
You want to hook up with us? Join the revolution? We're all getting out of here tomorrow night.
(holds up the prototype)
We're gonna rule the world. Come with us, Snake.

Plissken says nothing. His good eye glares.

CUERVO JONES
No? Too bad. Well, I told you we'd finish it later. So guess what? It's later.

He motions to his men, who grab Plissken and drag him away...


Plissken Fighting Delgado In A Baggage Claim Area


INT. BAGGAGE CLAIM AREA - NIGHT

The baggage claim area is an industrial wasteland filled with machinery and hanging cables and wires. A door opens and Plissken is hurled in. The door SLAMS SHUT.

Plissken stands a moment, trying to get his balance, when a man steps out of the shadows. It is Delgado.

DELGADO
You're mine now, Snake. All mine.

Delgado slowly moves towards Plissken, swinging two huge gleaming machetes around his head. Plissken steps back, glances at his wrist watch. 4 hours and 20 minutes gone.

PLISSKEN
Shit.

Plissken looks up as Delgado flings a machete at him. He just barely dives out of the way, rolls on the floor...

Delgado charges toward him, machete poised like a bayonet.

Plissken rips off an edge guard from the baggage carousel and wings it at Delgado. The machete is blocked with a direct hit. KA-CLANG!

Delgado is thrown sideways. Plissken runs, launches himself through the air, twisting his body sideways, and lands a hard kick right in Delgado's face.

Delgado goes sprawling. One of the machetes CLANKS to the floor...

Plissken grabs the machete, just as Delgado rises...

WHOOSH! Plissken's arm is a blur as he throws...

THUMP! The machete sticks out of Delgado's chest. He looks down at it in horror, then crumbles to the floor.


Cuervo Jones' Caravan Heading Toward The Forum And Plissken Following Them


EXT. MESCALITO JUSTICE HALL - NIGHT

The caravan is starting up again. Wearing hot pants, a tank top and full-length mink coat, Utopia is escorted up a ladder by Cuervo Jones to the opened door of the Cadillac perched up on those monster truck wheels.

The other Mescalitos mount up in their cars and motorcycles, and ROAR away from the terminal.

Above, on top of the terminal, SEE a figure move.

TOP OF MESCALITO JUSTICE HALL

It's Plissken. He grabs an electrical wire and throws it over the side...

PARKING LOT - A MESCALITO GUARD

stands watching the caravan pull away. He doesn't see the wire dangling behind him, and Plissken shinnying down it.

Beat. Beat.

WHACK! Plissken takes him out with one blow, lowers himself to the ground, takes his rifle.

Plissken quickly moves down the dark street after the caravan...


Cuervo Jones' Caravan Pulling Up At The Forum Entrance And Plissken Crawling Into The Forum


EXT. THE FORUM - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones' caravan comes rolling down Manchester, into a vast parking lot toward the Forum. Portions of the gigantic sports arena have been damaged in the earthquake, but CROWDS still pour into the entrances.

The caravan pulls up at the Forum Club entrance. Cuervo Jones, Utopia, Map To The Stars Eddie and the others ENTER.

AS PLISSKEN

approaches, ducks behind an old junked car.

THE FORUM - DAMAGED WALL

Plissken sneaks up to a crumbled, broken wall of the Forum, crawls inside through a large crack...

INT. LOCKER ROOM - THE FORUM - NIGHT

Plissken's in the backstage area, near the locker rooms. Hear cheering from the main arena. Slowly Plissken moves to a door, opens it, steps out...

INT. FORUM HALLWAY - NIGHT

The CHEERING is LOUDER as Plissken makes his way along the dingy hallway.

Now the SOUND OF GUNFIRE from someplace up ahead. Plissken tenses.

Suddenly from down the hallway come 2 BLACK MUSLIMS carrying a BODY on a stretcher. As they pass, Plissken notices the BODY is wearing a bloody basketball uniform full of bullet holes.

He moves forward...


Plissken Meeting Jamal And Infiltrating A Deadly Korean Dragons and Black Muslims Basketball/Kung-Fu Game


INT. FORUM ARENA - NIGHT

Plissken peers into the main arena.

A basketball game is underway. The KOREAN DRAGONS sit on one side, the BLACK MUSLIMS on the other. They CHEER wildly for their respective teams. Pipeline is in the crowd, enjoying the game...

Plissken moves closer, among the crowd along the baseline. The whole place is lit by torches and clumsily-wired lighting. Above his head is the shot-clock, slowly ticking down.

There's blood everywhere on the floor. The REFEREES wear bullet-proof body suits and helmets. TRAINERS with stretchers stand by.

THE SHOT CLOCK

ticks down: 5 - 4...

A BLACK MUSLIM

dribbles the ball towards the basket.

THE SHOT CLOCK

Ticks down: 3 - 2...

A WHOLE ROW

of KOREAN DRAGONS with rifles stand and take aim.

THE BLACK MUSLIM

Pulls up into a jump shot, releases the ball into the air. It sails through the basket just as the horn goes off, beating the 24-second violation.

THE BLACK MUSLIM CROWD

CHEERS.

THE KOREAN DRAGONS

sit down.

PLISSKEN

watches...

CUERVO JONES, UTOPIA AND THE OTHERS

moving through the seats on the Korean Dragon side of the court. Map To The Stars Eddie stands near the baseline, listening to the game on his silver portable radio...

THE REFEREE

hands the ball to a KOREAN DRAGON guard.

The KOREAN DRAGON dribbles the ball down court, into the corner and passes it off. The KOREAN DRAGONS can't get a shot off...

THE SHOT-CLOCK

above Plissken's head ticks down: 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1... HONK!

THE KOREAN DRAGON

guard still has the ball -- the shot clock horn has gone off -- 24 second violation.

A WHOLE ROW

of Black Muslims with rifles stand up, take aim, and FIRE!

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The Korean Dragon guard is riddled with bullets. He falls dead on the floor. The Trainers with stretchers quickly collect his body and hurry off the court.

Ball boys quickly wipe up the blood with mops.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(sound of effect of BREAKING GLASS)
Shot clock!

THE BLACK MUSLIM CROWD

is CHEERING and SCREAMING! 'I LOVE L.A.' begins playing on the loudspeaker.

The players wear do-rags and black uniforms that look a whole lot like the black leather that Plissken wears.

One of the players, JAMAAL, notices Plissken.

JAMAAL
Hey - Snake Plissken, you knew my brother Abdul. He was with you in Cleveland.

The other players react, greet Plissken, slapping his hand, thumping chests, high-fiving each other.

JAMAAL
Welcome aboard, Snake.

But Plissken pays no attention. He SEES:

CUERVO JONES AND UTOPIA

sitting in the Korean Dragon section near the other end of the court.

CLOSER - CUERVO JONES AND UTOPIA

sit next to Xi-Ping, the leader of the Korean Dragons, a fierce man with green and brown psychedelic camouflage on his face. Utopia watches the game while the 2 men confer. Cuervo Jones has a firm grip on the prototype.

CUERVO JONES
The time is now. We are the strongest. If we go together, the others will come.
(beat)
We go for everything, Xi-Ping. But we go together. What do you say?

Xi-Ping nodes. They clasp hands...

PLISSKEN

realizes he's got to get to the other side of the court. He jumps into the huddle with Jamaal, peering at him with his one good, cold eye.

PLISSKEN
Your brother died owing me, so I'm taking it out in trade. I need a favor...

JAMAAL
Sure, Snake. Anything.

PLISSKEN
I need to get across the court now...without drawing attention to myself.

JAMAAL
Like you ain't gonna stick out like a sore thumb. But we'll do what we can, Snake. Use the clock. Screen and roll. Now let's kick some butt!

The players knock fists. Plissken puts on a do-rag. YELLING, they move onto the court, creating a shield for Plissken.

JAMAAL
(whispers)
You play much pick-up ball, Snake?

Plissken's watching Cuervo Jones and Utopia at the other end.

JAMAAL
Whatever happens, watch the shot clock, man.

THE REFEREE

blows his WHISTLE.

A BLACK MUSLIM GUARD

inbounds the ball. The game is underway.

PLISSKEN

ducks down the court using the rest of his team as cover. They go into a set play.

The game is a cross between basketball and kung-fu. Players use slashing fists, spin-kicks, elbows and hard back-hands. It's full combat.

The Korean Dragon guarding Plissken chops him. Plissken knocks him flat. No foul.

UTOPIA

sees Plissken, nudges Cuervo Jones.

UTOPIA
It's that weird guy again.

Cuervo Jones grabs her and heads for the exit...

PLISSKEN

sees this, stops playing, moves after them...

...when suddenly the basketball lands right in his hands!

JAMAAL
Snake! Shot-clock!

THE SHOT CLOCK

ticks down: 4 - 3 - 2...

A WHOLE ROW OF KOREAN DRAGONS

with rifles stand up, take aim at Plissken. Cuervo Jones watches expectantly...

PLISSKEN

spins, executes a beautiful-looking jump shot. The HORN SOUNDS just as it leaves his hand...

THE BASKET

Swish. Nothing but net.

THE KOREAN DRAGONS

sit back down, put away their rifles, disappointed. Cuervo Jones, Utopia, Xi-Ping and their henchmen quickly leave...

THE BLACK MUSLIMS

go crazy...

AND PLISSKEN

dashes toward one of the exits. He stops, SEES...

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE

with his portable radio, trying to get out of the arena, hiding behind a CROWD of DRAGONS.

PLISSKEN

races through the crowd, grabs Map To The Stars Eddie.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Hey, Snake, man...Great shot...!

Without hesitation, Snake WHACKS him across the jaw. Map To The Stars Eddie goes down like a sack of laundry. Plissken grabs him by the collar, drags him off toward an exit...


Plissken Following Cuervo Jones' Caravan


EXT. FORUM PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones, Utopia, Xi-Ping and their men rush out to the caravan of waiting vehicles. Xi-Ping has his own armada of vehicles and an army of evil-looking GUARDS. Cuervo Jones pulls Xi-Ping aside.

CUERVO JONES
That man in black. He's very dangerous.

XI-PING
One eye?

CUERVO JONES
Yes. We gotta dump him.

XI-PING
What does he want?

CUERVO JONES
(glances at the prototype)
I'm betting the cops sent him in. Man, I do not need this. I got a war to win.

ANOTHER EXIT - THE FORUM

as Plissken drags Map To The Stars Eddie out into the night, crouches behind a row of cars, watches...

CUERVO JONES' CARAVAN

start their ENGINES.

PLISSKEN

shakes Map To The Stars Eddie, waking him...

PLISSKEN
Where are they going?

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
(groggy)
Oh, man... You didn't have to hit me, Snake. I can help you.

Plissken shoves the barrel of his pistol up against Map To The Stars Eddie's temple.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Bankrupt City. The Happy Kingdom.
(beat)
Snake, Cuervo's hooked up with Xi-Ping. He is primetime, man -- Mister Bad News. The rest of the city's joining up with 'em.
(beat)
You're shit outta luck, Snake.

Plissken reaches into a pocket, comes out with the large black clip, slips it on his 9mm pistol.

PLISSKEN
Not yet.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
I could've helped you. We coulda made a deal with Cuervo. If you'd listen...

Without looking, Plissken SLAMS his elbow into Map To The Stars Eddie's jaw with a WHACK! He flops unconscious on the pavement...

CUERVO JONES' CARAVAN

led by that huge Cadillac on monster wheels, moves away from the Forum toward an exit.

PLISSKEN

moves after them, ducking behind the row of cars...

FORUM EXIST

The caravan picks up speed as it approaches the exit...


Plissken Shooting At The Cadillac, Climbing Aboard, Getting The Prototype And Crashing It Into The Remains Of A Hot Dog Stand


PLISSKEN

appears behind an old truck, just as the Cadillac moves past him. He crouches on the balls of his feet, and as the rear of the Caddy drifts closer, he springs...

AND GRABS ON

to the rear bumper. The monster wheels spin like huge, black scythes on either side of him.

Plissken reaches under the Caddy, finds a purchase on the undercarriage, and swings...

UNDER THE CADILLAC

He hangs dangling above the street by one hand as the caravan pulls out onto Manchester. With the other he raises his 9mm and aims it at the undercarriage, right about where the front seat should be...

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!

INT. CADILLAC - NIGHT

The front seat EXPLODES, bullets SCREAMING upward through the leather seats, tearing and shredding fabric and flesh, killing the DRIVER and Xi-Ping instantly!

In the back seat sit Cuervo Jones and Utopia. The Caddy begins to swerve, the wheel spinning. Cuervo Jones lunges forward across the seat and grabs it.

UNDER THE CADILLAC

Plissken continues to FIRE: BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!

THE FRONT SEAT

disintegrates. Metal, leather, padding fly everywhere. Cuervo Jones ducks against the door, covering his face with one hand, still grasping the wheel with the other.

KAWHUMP!

The entire front seat and floor underneath it fall down out of the Cadillac and hit the street below. The bodies of the driver and X-Ping flop under the monster wheels.

PLISSKEN

swings over to the hole...

AND PULLS HIMSELF UP

into the opening that used to be the front seat.

Cuervo Jones stares at him in total shock, but before he can speak...

Plissken rips the prototype out of his hands!

Then jumps into the back seat next to Utopia.

Then grabs her and turns to the side door.

Cuervo Jones releases the wheel for a moment, turns to grab Plissken...

But Plissken opens the side door, kicks it wide, and with Utopia under his arm, slides across the seat...

...and sails out of the Cadillac...

CUERVO JONES
No!

PLISSKEN AND UTOPIA

fly through the air, and land with a THUD on top of a Mescalito car.

AS THE CADILLAC

begins to swerve wildly...

CUERVO JONES

grabs the wheel, desperately tries to control the Caddy...

BUT FAILS

The Cadillac careens off the street, SLAMS into the palm tree, spins around and CRASHES into the remains of a hot dog stand.

ON THE ROOF OF THE MESCALITO CAR

Plissken and Utopia roll and tumble. He still has a hold of her, and she fights him tooth and nail...

UTOPIA
Lemme go...!

INSIDE THE MESCALITO CAR

the driver swerves, hits the brakes...

AND THE CAR

hops the curb, slides along the sidewalk, burning rubber.

PLISSKEN AND UTOPIA

are thrown forward...

THEY TUMBLE OFF THE ROOF

across the hood...

AND LAND

on the sidewalk in front of the car. They roll to a stop, as the car SCREECHES to a stop, inches from their heads, as the caravan suddenly puts on its brakes.

SCREAMING TIRES. Cars jackknifing, spinning in a massive traffic collision...

CUERVO JONES

emerges from the remains of the Cadillac...

PLISSKEN

drags Utopia into the street, grabs the lid of a manhole in the street, pries it up...

MESCALITOS

pour out of their vehicles, as Cuervo Jones charges into the street, pointing at Plissken...

CUERVO JONES
Kill him, kill him...!

PLISSKEN

lifts Utopia to her feel, hauls her over to the manhole opening, and dives inside...

JUST AS THE MESCALITOS

OPEN FIRE!

The street around the manhole opening EXPLODES with SCREAMING HOT LEAD...

INT. SEWER TUNNEL - NIGHT

Plissken and Utopia land in the half-filled storm drain. He gets to his feet, pulls her with him, and heads off sloshing through the water. The SOUND OF GUNFIRE ECHOES above them...

EXT. MANCHESTER AVENUE - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones and the Mescalitos charge the open manhole as Map To The Stars Eddie appears groggily shuffling up the street from the Forum...

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
(grins to himself)
Good thinkin', Snake.

He heads off down the street...


Map To The Stars Eddie Drops And Activates The Prototype While Handling It Over To Cuervo Jones In The Sewer


INT. SEWER TUNNEL - NIGHT

Dead silence. Cuervo Jones stands with his hand extended. Finally Map To The Stars Eddie gives up, starts to hand Cuervo the prototype...

...but slips on the wet floor...

...and drops the prototype with a CLANK!

CLOSE - PROTOTYPE

A red light comes on, blinks urgently.

PROTOTYPE VOICE
(tiny, filtered)
I am now armed and ready for use. Use extreme caution. The location of the effected blast area can only be determined by the orbital position of the SatStar Ring.

Everyone in the tunnel is frozen, unable to move. Slowly Cuervo Jones picks up the prototype, stares at it, then breaks into a smile...

CUERVO JONES
This is turning out to be my lucky day.
(stares coldly at Map To The Stars Eddie)
Get this asshole outta here.

Several Mescalitos grab Map To The Stars Eddie, pull him back along the tunnel...

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Cuervo, wait. Please...

Cuervo Jones turns to Utopia, who stands numbly staring off at the drop-off. He walks over to her, then SLAPS her hard, viciously, across the face.

Utopia reacts to the stinging slap.

UTOPIA
Cuervo...?

CUERVO JONES
You're my woman, you understand? You don't let anybody take you away from me without a fight.

UTOPIA
I tried...

CUERVO JONES
(in her face)
Nobody leaves Cuervo Jones. Not unless you give your life. You fight till you're dead. Then I forgive you.
(screams)
Understand?
(shakes her)
Understand?

UTOPIA
Yes...

He shoves her down the tunnel...

CUERVO JONES
Let's go.

The others follow them...


Hundreds Of Helicopters Filling The Sky Above Manchester And The Forum


EXT. MANCHESTER AVENUE - NIGHT

As Cuervo Jones and Utopia emerge from the manhole cover HEAR THE SOUND OF HUNDREDS OF HELICOPTERS RISE.

CUERVO JONES
(looks up)
Look, baby. They're all mine.

POV - THE SKY

Above Manchester and the Forum is filled with HELICOPTERS. All models, all makes, mostly the older, discarded military Blood Phoenix 14-bladed attack choppers that SCREAM through the blackness like scythe-slashing robot bugs.

They are on their way southeast, toward Orange County.


Helicopters Thundering Across The City And A Group Of Vagrants Clustering Around The Edge Of The Twin Towers Of Century City


EXT. SKY VIEW OF L.A. BY NIGHT

Looking out at L.A. from above Mount Lee, see the Hollywood Sign, and wave after wave of HELICOPTERS THUNDERING across the city.

ANGLE ON THE TWIN TOWERS OF CENTURY CITY

They're like buck teeth, sheered off and crumbling, stuck up in to the sky. CHOPPER ROAR overhead. A GROUP OF VAGRANTS cluster around a camp fire on the top floor of one of the towers. They're watching a futuristic big-spin lotto on a large screen TV. The SOUND of the CHOPPERS brings them to the edge of the building -- the walls of the floors beneath have been torn away. Desk, furniture, rugs, everything hangs out over the empty space.


Firebase Seven Preparing For Battle


EXT. FIREBASE SEVEN - NIGHT

Pandemonium. TROOPS, vehicles, HELICOPTERS, everything is in urgent motion. A LOUDSPEAKER VOICE BLARES:

POLICE VOICE (V.O.)
Full stage battle alert. All personnel to battle stations.

INT. HALLWAY INTO COMMAND HQ - MAIN CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

Malloy, the President and Brazen charge down a hallway into Command HQ. The place is jumping. Full scramble alert.

MALLOY
A sky full of enemy choppers on radar. Moving over the city to the southeast.

A COM Officer rushes up to Malloy...

COM OFFICER
Commander -- massive vehicle and troop movement on the ground. All major streets leading to the southeast.

PRESIDENT
What're they doing?

Malloy looks at the President grimly.

MALLOY
Getting ready to invade.

PRESIDENT
(beat)
So where's Plissken?


Plissken Hanging In A Pit And Getting Help From Pandejo Bob


DARKNESS

CREAKING. The WHOOSH of something swinging through the air...

A HUGE BLUE EYE

opens. Looks around.

DARKNESS

PLISSKEN'S BOOT

is hooked in a twisted wire mesh...

DARKNESS

AND THEN PLISSSKEN

SWINGS like a pendulum, hanging from a long strand of wire mesh attached somewhere above in the blackness.

PLISSKEN'S EYE

blinks.

THE DARKNESS

begins to reveal details: slimy walls. Below, a black pit of hell. WIND GUSHING.

And then a light stabs across the void...

CLOSE - PLISSKEN

...The light hits Plissken's good eye...

THE LIGHT

is from inside the eye of Pendejo Bob. He stands on a small ledge, at the mouth of a cave leading into the HOWLING pit.

PENDEJO BOB
Hey, Snake. You okay?
(unhooks the lariat)
I heard gunfire down here...
(begins to swing the rope)
Never been down this far before...
(swings the rope in a huge arc)
Grab this.

Pendejo Bob tosses the lariat. The noose flies across the pit, and Plissken grabs it with his good hand...

PENDEJO BOB
Now hang on.

Plissken wraps his good hand and arm in the noose, as Pendejo Bob jerks the line hard. Plissken is in mid-swing, and the rope jerking pulls him abruptly in the opposite direction...

PLISSKEN'S BOOT

slips out of the wire mesh...

AND PLISSKEN

falls like a brick, stops abruptly as the line catches, and swings against the side of the pit. He dangles with only his one good arm holding on to the rope.

PANDEJO BOB

pulls the line upward, straining against Plissken's weight.

SLOWLY PLISSKEN RISES

a tug at a time, hauled up the edge of the pit toward the cave above...

...when suddenly he passes another opening, a storm drain below Pendejo Bob. He swings into the drain, grasps the side with his hand, and pulls himself in...

PANDEJO BOB

stares down at his rope disappearing into the side of the pit...

PENDEJO BOB
Hey, Snake...where are you?

PLISSKEN

crawls into the slimy drain, pulls the rope off of him. Ahead in the darkness is the RUSHING OF WATER.

He turns on weak legs, back toward the pit behind him. Bleeding. Numb in one hand. His leg on fire.

PLISSKEN
(yells)
I'm in another opening...Storm drain... There may be another way up to you...

Plissken crawls along the drain. The SOUND of RUSHING WATER gets louder.

He comes to the edge of the drain.

RIGHT BELOW HIM

is another drain filled with WATER RUSHING THROUGH it like a river.

PLISSKEN

stuck. He turns, in great pain, and starts back toward the pit...when suddenly EVERYTHING STARTS SHAKING. BOOMING. It's a small earthquake, a pre-shock.

SNAP!

Suddenly the concrete bottom on which he stands GIVES WAY, CRACKS, DISINTEGRATES...

AND PLISSKEN

falls backward into the rushing water, and is pulled suddenly downstream into the drain, disappearing from sight...

PENDEJO BOB

Stands silently above, listening...

PENDEJO BOB
Snake...
(no reply)
Snake!

BOOMING. The whole pit shudders, shaking. Another earthquake.

Pendejo Bob drops the rope, turns and dashes away down the vibrating storm drain...




Pipeline Driving Down Wilshire Canyon


EXT. STORM DRAIN - WILSHIRE CANYON - NIGHT

Suddenly Plissken is...

STRUCK BY A PAIR OF HEADLIGHTS

Pipeline's dune buggy comes bumping along the canyon bottom, sloshing through water, pulling up next to Plissken.

PIPELINE
Snake. Saw you at the game tonight. Great shot.
(stares at him)
You look like shit.

Plissken hobbles over to the dune buggy as Pipeline gets out.




A Bracero Family Having Dinner And Someone Singing A Barbara Streisand Hit Is Seen In A Skyscraper During The Hang Glider Flight 


EXT. TOPS OF SKYSCRAPERS - NIGHT

The group of hang gliders sweep past the buildings. A BRACERO FAMILY is having dinner by candlelight two feet from the edge of a sheer precipice, as the side of the skyscraper they live in has been torn off. They wave to Plissken as he passes.

Two floors down, someone has hooked up huge speakers and a CROAKING MALE VOICE is SINGING a Barbra Streisand hit to a background track.




Cuervo Jones And Utopia Entering The Happy Kingdom In A Limousine And Gangs Of Children Present


EXT. DISNEYLAND - NIGHT

A BATTERED OLD LIMOUSINE

carries Cuervo Jones and a grim-looking Utopia past the ruins of the train and around the ghost-town square of Main Street. Ahead is the fairy castle, broken and crumbling, like some relic from a nightmare. Around it are the thrill rides, tossed in to a jumbled mass by the force of the original earthquake.

CROWDS are waiting. GANGS of every conceivable description. ETHNIC GANGS. FEMALE GANGS. GANGS OF CHILDREN. Also FAMILIES with HANGERS-ON.

As soon as the limousine appears, the crowds begin CHEERING.

INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones stares out at the masses.

CUERVO JONES
They're simple people. They love a party.
(turns to Utopia)
We're gonna throw them one hell of a party when we get to America. Right?

Utopia is silent, sullen. Cuervo raises his hand to her and she jumps, cowering.

CUERVO JONES
Put a smile on your face.

A terrified smile spreads across Utopia's face.




Cuervo Jones Telling Bivoauc To Kill Map To The Stars Eddie At The Happy Kingdom (Note: Bivoauc is a character that greets Cuervo Jones At The Happy Kingdom.)


EXT. MAIN STREET - THE ARENA - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones leads Utopia toward a large attack helicopter out in front of all the others. The choppers are all starting up, ROARING, blades turning.

Suddenly shooting down out of the sky is a SCREAMING, YELLING, Map To The Stars Eddie diving out of control, eyes wide as he passes Cuervo Jones and Utopia.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Cuervo. Hey, man, I made it! I made it! Wait for me...

KAWHUMP!

Map To The Stars Eddie CRASH LANDS into the ruins of a fast food restaurant -- KACRUNCH!

A beat or so later he staggers out of the rig, dizzy and confused.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Hey Cuervo...

Cuervo Jones turns to Bivouac.

CUERVO JONES
Would you please kill him for me?

BIVOUAC
My pleasure.

Bivouac raises his machine gun...

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Cuervo, wait! I got news. There's about to be an attack.

Cuervo holds up his hand, stopping Bivouac. Everyone tenses. Map To The Stars Eddie races over...



Cuervo Jones And Other Enemy Choppers Surrounds Plissken


EXT. SKY OVER THE SAN FERNANDO SEA - NIGHT

The lead helicopter is surrounded by enemy choppers. Above, below, on either side.

RIGHT NEXT TO PLISSKEN

Cuervo's chopper pulls up just 10 feet away. Cuervo grins out at Plissken evilly, unhooks himself from his seat...

ON THE OTHER SIDE

Another chopper with Bivouac and the Black Muslims pull up. In the rear compartment, a Black Muslim aims what looks like a huge harpoon gun mounted to the floor.

KAWHAM!

The line shoots out and a gleaming grappling hook SLAMS into the side of Plissken's chopper, the prongs CLAWING in, holding.

LEAD HELICOPTER
as the Black Cowboys, Spinal and Hershe aim their weapons.

PLISSKEN
Don't shoot! They can drag us down into the sea.


Cuervo Jones Fighting Plissken In The Lead Helicopter


CUERVO JONES

leaps from the opened door of his chopper, flies through space, lands on Plissken's door with a WHUMP!

He SMASHES through the side window and grabs Plissken.

KABLAM! KABLAM! Gang choppers OPEN FIRE, riddling the rear compartment with bullets. Spinal and several Black Cowboys are hit!

PLISSKEN

fights Cuervo through the door.

PLISSKEN
(to Utopia)
Take the controls!

Utopia stares at him.

UTOPIA
What do I do?

But Cuervo wrenches the door open, grabs Plissken, and pulls him out of the seat.

Utopia grabs the controls.

THE LEAD HELICOPTER

goes wild, lurching and swinging and dropping. Plissken and Cuervo are locked in a death grip, hanging on to the doorway, one foot in, one foot out.

PLISSKEN

embraces Cuervo and throws them both over the edge...

THEY FALL

through space, locked together...

UNTIL

WHAP! They are jolted to a dead stop, swinging in mid-air, Plissken's arm wrapped around the dangling right skid.

THE LEAD HELICOPTER

bucks and spins and swings, Plissken and Cuervo suspended below, struggling to the death, whipped back and forth by the helicopter's gyrations.

IN THE COCKPIT

Utopia grabs the controls. The ship is shaking, swinging like a pendulum.

Hershe is HIT with GUNFIRE, flops in the rear compartment.

Map To The Stars Eddie slowly regains consciousness, stares in horror at Utopia.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Where's Plissken?

OUTSIDE

Cuervo clutches Plissken around the neck, struggling and thrashing. Plissken head butts him, dazing him for a second...

KA-CRACK! The dangling skid is breaking loose from its mounting on the helicopter above.

Plissken and Cuervo Jones stare up, then at each other, then both begin pulling themselves up the skid, climbing hand over hand, in a desperate race...

BOTH MEN

reach the bottom of the helicopter and leap across to the left skid as the dangling right skid breaks off and falls into the San Fernando Sea...

Plissken and Cuervo kick at each other. Plissken slides away from him, looks up...

POV - THE GRAPPLING HOOK

stuck into the side of the helicopter...

PLISSKEN

swings up, straddling the skid. He reaches up and begins prying loose the grappling hook.

Cuervo's coming right up behind him, reaching for him, a huge knife in his hands. He raises the knife -- when Map To The Stars Eddie leans out of the cockpit door, lowers a gun and aims it right at Cuervo.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Hey, Cuervo.

Cuervo looks at him, starts to say something, eyes bulging...

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
If you get to America -- let's do lunch.

KABLAM! KABLAM!

The shots hit, and Cuervo buckles, falls backwards off the skid, plunging downward toward the surface of the San Fernando Sea...

KASPLASH!

PLISSKEN

rips out the grappling hook...

AS BOOM!

Map To The Stars Eddie is hit with gunfire, dies, falls out of the seat, out of the door, out of the helicopter -- plunges to the water below.

PLISSKEN

jumps back inside the cockpit...


Police Helicopters Taking Down The Other Enemy Choppers


UTOPIA
Snake, look.

POV THROUGH WINDSCREEN POLICE BATTLE HELICOPTERS

THUNDER toward them...

IN UNISON

the police helicopters LAUNCH THEIR MISSILES from gun platforms. BURNING, WHITE-SULFUROUS NAPALM SHELLS streak across the darkness and hit enemy choppers.

THE SKY AROUND THE LEAD HELICOPTER

is filled with EXPLOSIONS, waves of rolling fire, falling flaming wrecks plunging past...

THE SAN FERNANDO SEA

as enemy choppers begin to hit the water...

LONG LENS SHOT

It is a dreamlike, slow-motion ballet. Huge black Police gunships circle lazily around the enemy choppers, their flex-guns and rockets spitting BLUE-WHITE FIRE. The POUND the living hell out of the enemy choppers.

In f.g. Plissken's helicopter sweeps over the wall.


Plissken Getting Spattered With Glass And Rolling Across The Ground On Fire As The Helicopter Explodes


EXT. SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

PLISSKEN
All right, baby. Don't be too rough on me. We're gonna land.

Plissken slowly drops the collective control.

THE LEAD HELICOPTER

as the left skid sets down, and the ship continues to descend, tips, begins to roll...

INSIDE

as the chopper rolls over, Plissken braces himself...

THE LEAD HELICOPTER

as the blades hit the ground! The chopper goes wild. The fuselage jumps and twists in a GRINDING Fury. Smoke and debris fly. The blades SNAP OFF...

FROM BEHIND PLISSKEN - INSIDE

looking out the front, THE BLADES SMASH THROUGH the windscreen, barely missing the top of Plissken's head.

Plissken is spattered with glass, a piece of metal debris protrudes from the fleshy part of his bicep. Blood pours.

The rear compartment EXPLODES into flames as the engine GRINDS into the gas tank. Fire billows into the cockpit, engulfing Plissken...

OUTSIDE

as Plissken pulls himself out of the door. He is on fire. Dives away from the chopper and rolls across the ground, just as the flaming mid-section of the ship EXPLODES in a ROARING FIREBALL.




Police Helicopters Falling From The Sky And Firebase Seven Being Overrun By Invaders


EXT. FIREBASE SEVEN - DAWN

The daylight is coming as Police helicopters fall from the sky, CRASHING. Panic. Policemen run everywhere. A DUTY SERGEANT races up to Malloy...

DUTY SERGEANT
We're being attacked, Commander. The north wall.

EXT. WALL - DAWN

All of L.A. has arrive at the wall in boats. GANGS lean ladders, use ropes and hooks -- they scale the wall. Pendejo Bob leads the charge. Pipeline is right behind him.

EXT. TOP OF THE WALL - DAWN

GUNFIRE. A pitched battle as COPS try to repel the horde of L.A. invaders as they pour over the wall.

EXT. FIREBASE SEVEN - DAWN

The Firebase is overrun by invaders. Hand-to-hand combat. World War III has begun. Panicked cops race for the trees, abandoning their positions.

INT. STEEL-WALLED HALLWAY - DEPORTATION CENTER

The Third World warriors free Utopia from the electric chair. She joins them as they swarm through the halls...


Plissken Walking Away Into The Sunrise


EXT. HILLSIDE - FIREBASE SEVEN - DAWN

Plissken is at the edge of the Firebase, moving out into the hillside. CAMERA TRACKS WITH HIM toward the rising sun.

A smile crosses Plissken's face. He tosses the prototype down a ravine, and walks away into the sunrise.



Revised Draft (July 26, 1995)


City Street Opening


A DARK TABLEAU - CITY STREET - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Graffiti-smeared walls. Fires raging. Automatic weapons FIRE. Shadowy FIGURES dash through the southern California night.




An Army Of Terrifying Figures Climbing Atop A Mountain Of Debris And Raising Their Weapons Into The Night Sky In The Ruins Of L.A.


A TORCH-LIT LANDSCAPE - NIGHT

The ruins of L.A. Rubble, smoke, a lethal wasteland. An ARMY of terrifying FIGURES climbs atop a mountain of debris. They raise their weapons into the night sky.

FEMALE NARRATOR
Street gangs, South American terrorists and the criminally insane capture Los Angeles, the once-great City of Angels.


Plissken Arriving At Firebase 7 In A Helicopter


EXT. FIREBASE 7 - BEHIND THE WALL - NIGHT


Firebase 7 is a fortified base camp in the San Gabriel Mountains. It is a sprawling Police complex with low concrete bunkers, gun emplacements, satellite communications, vehicles, TROOPS, the works.

ON A LARGE ASPHALT FIELD

opposite the main complex is Rotor City -- row after row of black Police Battle helicopters parked like giant bugs on the ground.

A THRONG OF POLICEMEN

gather at the edge of the Rotor City. They stand quietly, staring up into the black sky. COPS with camcorders videotape a POLICE ANCHOR who reports...

POLICE ANCHOR
He's been the Force's Most Wanted Man for 10 years. Convicted of 27 moral crimes.

His words are drowned out by a GREAT ROARING skyward.

A MASSIVE 7-ROTORED, 40-BLADED HELICOPTER TRANSPORT

comes SLAMMING DOWN out of the black sky and lands. The growing CROWD of COPS moves forward to the edge of the asphalt in silent anticipation.

INT. COMMAND HQ - MAIN CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

A mammoth room filled with high-tech instrumentation. Most of the CONTROL PERSONNEL have left their work stations and gather around TV sets all showing the Police Channel: a view of the helicopter transport sitting on the asphalt and the crowd at the edge of Rotor City.

A TALL, STEEL-FACED OFFICER

sits at his desk. This is Firebase Commander MAC 'BIG DOG' MALLOY. Hard, battle weary features. BRAZEN, a section Lieutenant, comes up.

BRAZEN
Commander. They're bringing him out, sir.

Malloy rises from his chair, heads off with Brazen...

EXT. ROTOR CITY - NIGHT

The door of the helicopter transport slowly lowers like a drawbridge. Out of its black belly comes...

SNAKE PLISSKEN

Long hair. A black eye-patch. A tight-lipped grimace. Coiled aggression and intense cynicism. A legend.

A steel collar is clamped around his neck. Eight lengths of chain stretch to EIGHT ARMED GUARDS who escort him down the ramp.

A LINE OF BATTLE-READY COPS

stand with rifles aimed at Plissken's head as he's marched into camp. An ARMY of camcorders moves ahead of Plissken into position.

Plissken is stopped in front of a DUTY SERGEANT holding a clipboard.

DUTY SERGEANT
Hello, Plissken. Welcome to L.A.

A SIGN ABOVE A CONCRETE BUNKER - DEPORTATION CENTER


Plissken Heading To The Submarine In A Helicopter



EXT. ROTOR CITY - NIGHT

As Brazen's command helicopter takes off.

INT. COMMAND HELICOPTER - NIGHT

Plissken stares at a computer screen. An image of the prototype is slowly revolving on the screen.

PLISSKEN
I need to know more about this thing.

MALLOY
Only a handful of people are aware of it's existence. Let's just say it's the ultimate defensive weapon. Once we had completed the last series of tests, it was to be given to the President.

PLISSKEN
What does it do?

MALLOY
There's a war about to be declared, or didn't you know?

Plissken shrugs.

BRAZEN
Third World wants to live like we do -- and they plan on taking what they want. The Cubans and Brazilians are poised to invade Miami. If the Ugandans and Colombians make a run at the border, we got a full scale attack on the United States.

MALLOY
(looks at Brazen for a beat)
Show him.
(Brazen hesitates)
He's gonna find out anyway.

Reluctantly Brazen pushes a button on the computer.

THE IMAGE

on the screen changes to a computer-rendered view of Earth from space. Orbiting high above is a ring of satellites.

BRAZEN
Operation Sword of Damacles. Whoever has the prototype controls the fate of mankind.

PLISSKEN
Right. So you want to tell me what this thing really does, or do you want to fuck around?

BRAZEN
Pay attention, Plissken. You push the button on the prototype, a signal is sent to a ring of satellites orbiting above the earth. They're nuclear bombs.

Brazen pushes more buttons. The ring of satellites on the computer screen explode, sending out a massive pulse down toward earth.

BRAZEN
Once they explode, the earth is blanketed by an intense pulse of EMP -- electromagnetic radiation.

MALLOY
EMP shuts down every power source instantly. All electrical devices. Cars, airplanes, toasters -- everything.

Brazen punches more buttons. On the screen, the EMP pulse suddenly narrows to a pinpoint on the earth, then widens again and spreads out to cover the whole planet.

BRAZEN
EMP can be aimed from the prototype. You can shut down a taxi cab in Buenos Aires, or you can shut down the whole planet and send it right back into the dark ages.

PLISSKEN
Let me get this straight. You let a 17-year-old girl steal the aiming and triggering device for a doomsday machine?

MALLOY
Just get it back here by 5 a.m., hot shot. Then you get to live.

EXT. WALL - ACCESS TUNNEL - NIGHT

The Command helicopter lands near a large access tunnel inside the containment wall.  


Plissken's Submarine Going Through More Universal Studios Attractions


EXT. UNDERWATER - UNIVERSAL CITY - THE BLACK TOWER - NIGHT

The sub SMACKS into the side of the Black Tower, powers through it, BLASTS out the other side through a window, tilting and wobbling.

THE SUB

rights itself momentarily but is SLAMMED downward out of frame by a huge dark slimy object.

KING KONG

looms overhead -- his fist RISING and falling with the currents. Plissken has maneuvered himself into the wreckage of the Universal Studios Tour.

THE SUB

zips through the KING KONG Ride into BACK TO THE FUTURE, passing 1950's signage from that film, dodging a rusting Delorean.

ANOTHER ANGLE - AS THE SUB

continues on, BOUNCING through the narrow openings of the Earthquake Ride -- broken pipes, cracked sidewalks, split walls -- hard to tell what was the ride and what was The Big One.

INT. SUBMARINE

Plissken hangs on, as small jets of water spray into the cockpit through tiny cracks in the hull.




Plissken Watching Cuervo Jones' Caravan Coming Down Hollywood Boulevard


EXT. HOLLYWOOD AT HIGHLAND - NIGHT

PLISSKEN

turns, as his tracer makes a BEEPING SOUND. He looks down the street as THE SOUND OF CAR ENGINES RISES.

HIS POV - COMING DOWN HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD

is a caravan of vehicles. The crowd parts to let them through, CHEERING insanely.

PLISSKEN

ducks into an alley, watches. The caravan passes his position. 2 men on horseback lead a convoy of RUMBLING, fuming old cars, buses, motorcycles -- all scarred and ripped and jerry-rigged -- bumps down the Boulevard.

A BLONDE-HAIRED HOOKER joins Plissken in the alley. She has no polypropylene, at least none that we can see.

BLONDE HOOKER
It's winnin' time, baby. How about you and I do some celebrating?

PLISSKEN
What's going on?

BLONDE HOOKER
You must be new around here.
(beat)
You look familiar. Have I done you before?

Plissken grabs the hooker.

PLISSKEN
What's happening?

BLONDE HOOKER
Easy, baby, easy. I'm a money girl. I don't like rough stuff.
(Plissken releases her)
That's better. It's Cuervo Jones. He's the big boss man 'round here tonight.

Plissken stares out onto Hollywood Boulevard...

HIS POV - A CADILLAC

is perched 10 feet off the ground on monster truck wheels. Severed doll heads are glued all over the hood, and a large glittering disco ball spins atop the roof, catching shards of light and flicking them back into the night...

Behind the disco ball stands CUERVO JONES. Next to him is Utopia. She's dressed in black lace underwear, garters and stockings. A Playboy fantasy. She holds the prototype. Cuervo talks into a hand mike.

CUERVO JONES
Meet me at the Happy Kingdom. We got our freedom. We got a future.

PLISSKEN stares as the Cadillac passes.

HOOKER
He's gonna take down the cops. Make 'em kiss his ass.

A SOFT RUMBLING. The ground shakes as another mild earthquake hits. No one pays attention. Plissken moves out of the alley...

SEVERAL MOTORCYCLES

bring up the rear of the caravan. MESCALITOS ride with their WOMAN slung behind them. As the last bike passes, Plissken darts out of the alley, yanks the WOMAN off the back of the cycle, jumps on.

ON THE MOTORCYCLE

The MESCALITO BIKER turns to react...WHACK! Plissken takes him out with a head-butt, shoves him off the bike, hops up on the seat.

KAVROOM! Plissken guns the motorcycle and it ROARS off, around the other bikers. He pulls a left onto La Brea, heading toward the Cadillac...

EXT. LA BREA AND SUNSET - NIGHT

The caravan has turned west onto Sunset. Plissken BLASTS around the corner...




Plissken On A Motorcycle Grabbing A Chain And Gunning Down A Mescalito On A Harley


ON PLISSKEN

Coming right behind him are 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys -- chains, iron bars, and swords in their hands.

Plissken stares up ahead. The Cadillac is still a few vehicles ahead of him.

He guns it when suddenly 2 Mescalitos pull up on either side of him. One of them swings a chain.

Plissken grabs it with one hand, and with his other hand, aims his submachine gun and FIRES!

The Mescalito and bike go flying, and Plissken holds on to the chain.





Pllissken's Chain Intertwining With A Mescalito's Chain


As the other Mescalito riding behind him swings a chain. Plissken swings his. The two chains SNAP together, intertwining.

Then Plissken squeezes his hand-brake.

He SCREECHES to a stop. The Mescalito keeps going, and is yanked over backward by his own chain, off the Harley. Finally the Harley flops over, skids, EXPLODES.





Plissken On Horseback Chasing Cuervo Jones


PLISSKEN

SURGES the bike forward, coming up on a Mescalito on horseback who turns and FIRES. Plissken ducks and the bullet RIPS THROUGH the rear tire. The tire BLOWS and the bike SWERVES out of control. Plissken LEAPS from the bike and grabs the back of the saddle.

THE HORSE

Plissken pulls himself up behind the Mescalito and wrestles for control of the mount. Plissken grabs the reins and wraps them around the Mescalito's neck, squeezing. Plissken SLAMS his arm against the Mescalito, throwing him off the saddle, BOUNCING onto the pavement.

Plissken GALLOPS ahead, circling a lasso high above his head, POUNDING down on a biker. The lasso takes flight and finds it mark, the biker's neck.

Plissken pulls the lasso taut, ties the end to the saddle horn, rides his mount parallel to the biker.

THE BIKE

With one quick YANK to the lasso, Plissken pulls the biker off, JUMPS on the bike and SMACKS the hell out of the horse's rump.

THE HORSE

TAKES OFF down the street, DRAGGING the biker by the neck.


Plissken Fighting Cuervo Jones On The Roof Of A Car


THE CADILLAC

speeds up as Plissken moves up to the Mustang five cars behind. He swings off the bike and jumps on to the trunk.

PLISSKEN

climbs up to the roof, leaps on the hood, then jumps to the trunk of the car in front -- leapfrogging, jumping to the next car, the next car...

MESCALITOS

lean out their car windows, FIRING at him...

BUT PLISSKEN

keeps moving toward the Cadillac... 

SUDDENLY A HAND

reaches out a car window and grabs Plissken's submachine gun. Plissken turns to snatch it back --
 
WHEN CUERVO JONES

leaps from the Cadillac and takes Plissken down to the roof.

They struggle. Cuervo raises his machete. Plissken grabs his wrist, flips him over, knocks the machete off into the street, SMACKS Cuervo in the face...

Cuervo kicks Plissken hard in the stomach, sending him staggering. The Cuervo's on his feet, his hands around Plissken's neck.

CUERVO JONES
Nobody rolls into town and takes over my territory, gringo. Not Snake Plissken, not nobody.

A BOLAS-SWINGING MESCALITO

comes roaring up on his bike, throws the bolas...

PLISSKEN

as CUERVO ducks, and the bolas hit him, wrap round his neck, the balls THUNKING him in the face, sending him flying...

KAWHAP!

Plissken hits the pavement hard. He skids, rolls, and at last SLAMS into the edge of the sidewalk.

THE CARAVAN

RUMBLES away down Sunset. The hand in the car window still holds Plissken's machine gun.

Cuervo crouches on the roof, HISSING at Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Take him out!

PLISSKEN

lies in the street for several beats, then climbs to his feet, as 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys pull to a stop and gets off their bikes. The caravan disappears up Sunset.

The Mescalitos spread out, draw their guns, start toward Plissken...

Plissken's one good eye stares -- blue and clear, calm as a sunny day.

THE MESCALITOS

raise their guns...

BUT PLISSKEN DRAWS

his 2 9mm handguns from their holsters. It happens in an instant. The street THUNDERS with GUNFIRE. Plissken's guns buck and FLASH. Then silence.

4 MESCALITOS lie dead in the street. Plissken looks around. The ruins of a supermarket, cheap motels, liquor stores -- all empty, desolate.


Black Jihad's Trying To Take Back The Beverly Hills Hotel From The Korean Dragons (Note: No Surgeon General of Beverly Hills material in this version)


EXT. SUNSET - SIGN - NIGHT

The Beverly Hills sign. Plissken walks down Sunset as distant flashes and EXPLOSIONS illuminate a devastated Beverly Hills. Blackened trees. The once-beautiful mansions burned out.

EXT. SUNSET AND BEVERLY - BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL - NIGHT

Flares illuminate the streets. SOUNDS of GUNFIRE. More EXPLOSIONS. Plissken comes up Sunset, crouches behind some trees.

THE INTERSECTION

of Sunset and Beverly Drive now looks like Viet Nam. A war-torn wasteland. FIGURES dash through the burned out trees, RETURN FIRE at SNIPERS in the old BEVERLY Hills Hotel. An intense FIRE-FIGHT.

OLD EXHAUST-SPEWING CARS SCREAM down the streets, assault weapons FIRING out the windows.

PLISSKEN dives behind some bushes. BULLETS are FLYING an M79 grenade launcher. A 40 mm armor-piercing grenade leaves a blazing fire-trail as it ROCKETS toward the cars...

KABLAMMO!

A FIREBALL BLOWS 3 cars to smithereens.

AN EXPLOSION

illuminate a BLACK GANG attacking the Hotel from the park across the street. A HAIL OF BULLETS hits them. They RETURN FIRE, but are overwhelmed.

INSIDE THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL

a KOREAN GANG unleashes their FIREPOWER.

Suddenly, a MORTAR ATTACK. The night is lit up by an almost unending barrage of EXPLOSIONS.

PLISSKEN

crawls to a stand of blackened trees as the EXPLOSIONS keep hitting all around him. He crouches behind a gnarled charcoaled tree trunk.

A BURNED-OUT HOUSE

near Plissken EXPLODES, sending debris flying.

PLISSKEN

ducks his head. EXPLOSIONS continue, then subside. A lull in the fire-fight. He glances over.

WHAM!

There's someone next to him. Plissken reacts, raises his gun...

A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

is crouched behind the tree trunk next to him. TASLIMA, 20's, Iranian, the face of a Persian princess covered with soot. She's dressed in black leather.

TASLIMA
Be cool, man! Be cool!

She's unarmed, but Plissken keeps his gun leveled at her.

TASLIMA
I'm just trying to make it to the sewers. It's the only way out of here. Look.

She points to a manhole cover in the street just a few yards away.

TASLIMA
The Korean Dragons have taken the Hotel. Black Jihad is trying to take it back. And it's gonna get a lot worse.

EXPLOSIONS begin hitting around them. Suddenly Plissken stands up, grabs Taslima.

PLISSKEN
Let's go.

TASLIMA
Wait a minute, no, man! We gotta stay down till they stop...!

He drags her out into...

BEVERLY DRIVE

They race from the trees toward the manhole cover. All hell is breaking loose. GUNFIRE, EXPLOSIONS. The street is ripped apart. BULLETS just miss them. Plissken RETURNS FIRE everywhere.

They reach the sewer. Plissken lifts the manhole cover. Taslima jumps in, followed by Plissken.


A Bald Cat Dropping Down On Plissken's Head At A Sewer Reclamation Center


INT. SEWER RECLAMATION CENTER - CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

Plissken and Taslima enter an underground control center fallen to ruin. Ladders, catwalks, machines, demolished.

TASLIMA
I knew a guy who used to work here in the old days. He was right in this room when the big one hit. What a mess. They were high in crap.

They stop at the edge of the rusted machine. Taslima moves cautiously ahead.

TASLIMA
Be careful of the bald cats.

PLISSKEN
The what?

TASLIMA
They're all female and they hate men.

They move past some overhead pipes, when, without warning, something small and ferocious drops down on Plissken's head.

It crawls, SHRIEKING down his face. Plissken YELLS, fights it off.

THE BALD CAT

skulks away, HISSING at Plissken. The thing is feline with pink skin just like a baby's.

TASLIMA
Come on.

Plissken follows, then stops. Looks up.

ON A PIPE

above another bald cat peers down at him. HISSES.

PLISSKEN

raises his gun to kill it.

TASLIMA
Leave her alone, Snake. She's just scared and pissed off.

PLISSKEN
Who isn't?
(lowers his gun)
All right. Let's go.

They move away from the pipes...

TASLIMA
What're you gonna do with the President's daughter? Are you gonna take her back?

PLISSKEN
No.

TASLIMA
So you're stain' in L.A.?

PLISSKEN
Not if I can help it.

They reach a ladder that goes up into the darkness.

TASLIMA
Now we go up.

Plissken starts up...


Cuervo Jones Broadcasting From The Getty Mansion And Telling Five Mescalitos To Kill Plissken In A Torture Chamber


EXT. J.P. GETTY MANSION - PACIFIC PALISADES - NIGHT

The Getty mansion, still remarkably intact, sits on a dark hillside. Torchlit glows from inside. The place is guarded by an ARMY OF MESCALITOS.

PLISSKEN'S GOOD EYE

opens. Looks around fuzzily.

INT. GETTY MANSION - NIGHT

He is in Cuervo Jones' lair. Huge. Torch-lit. Plissken is tied with ropes to a medieval torture rack in the center of the room. The whole place is one big torture chamber. And Plissken's the only customer.

IN ONE CORNER

a remote TV hookup is being prepared. A videocam is mounted on a tripod. Lights.

CUERVO JONES

strides toward Plissken. Map To The Stars Eddie scurries along at his side.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Come on, Cuervo. I delivered him, didn't I? All I'm asking for is finder's fee after you take over. Maybe Wisconsin, I don't know...

CUERVO JONES
We'll see.

Cuervo Jones stops in front of Plissken. Sees that he's awake. Holds out a glass filled with red liquid.

CUERVO JONES
Carrot juice?
(no response)
Laced with tequila, Snake. Good for you. No?
(no response)
Your health.

Cuervo Jones downs the carrot juice. Plissken lifts his head, grimaces. Sweat pours down his face.

CUERVO JONES
You're coming out of it, Snake. It hurts real bad.
(beat)
That's good.

He leans close to Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Dying isn't good enough for you. You need pain. You'll never make it to where you want to go without a little pain.


Out of the corner of his eye, Plissken catches a glimpse of the time remaining on his watch. Only 3 hours to go!

CUERVO JONES
Running out of time, Snake? Don't feel so bad. I hear they got odds on you in New Vegas. A cool 20 million says you wouldn't last 2 hours in L.A.
(smiles)
So you beat the odds for a little while. That ought to make you feel good.
(smile fades)
Too bad your luck just ran out.

He steps back, considers Plissken for a moment.

CUERVO JONES
Snake Plissken. American outlaw. So typical of American idealism. The old west, Snake.

Cuervo Jones tosses the glass to Map To The Stars Eddie. He's beginning to enjoy the moment, performing for Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Man against the sky. The individual. Freedom. No wonder they hate you so much in America, Snake. You remind them of what they used to be.


Cuervo Jones walks to a door, opens it.

Beyond is a huge courtyard filled with ILLEGAL ALIENS from every South American country, people with nowhere to go. They are being fed and cared for by MESCALITOS.

CUERVO JONES
Here is the real L.A., Snake. People without hope.
(crosses back to Plissken)
Do you know what they want? One word. Liberation.
(beat)
They want a chance to live -- before it's all gone. They've been hated for too long --
(smiles)
Now it's their turn.

Utopia comes bounding up from another room. Still dressed in her racy outfit, she gives Cuervo a kiss. She carries the prototype.

UTOPIA
(sees Plissken)
Who's that?

CUERVO JONES
You never heard of Snake Plissken?

Utopia takes a couple steps closer to Plissken.

UTOPIA
He doesn't look like his picture.

Utopia frowns.

UTOPIA
I bet he's a fake. Wasn't the real one supposed to be cute or something?

MESCALITO
(in Spanish)
We're ready, Cuervo.

Cuervo walks over to the broadcast area, stands in front of the videocam. He motions to Utopia and she joins him at his side.

Cuervo reaches out to take the prototype from her. She holds on to it.

UTOPIA
You said I could hold it.

He yanks it out of her hands, more violently than she expected.

Plissken watches as a Mescalito gives Cuervo the signal.

MESCALITO
(in Spanish)

CUERVO JONES
(into camera)
Hello, North America, I am Cuervo Jones, your new leader.
(holds up the prototype)
I am now taking over. Some of you probably don't know what this is. WELL GUESS WHAT? This now makes me...King Jones.

INT. COMMAD HQ - MAIN CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

Malloy, the President, Brazen and the other Controllers stare silently at their TV screens.

BRAZEN
He must be bouncing the signal from one of our communications satellites.

PRESIDENT
The stations will have already picked it up. This thing's going live all over the country.
(grimly)
King Jones. for God's sake.

CUERVO JONES
(on TV)
Send me 3 Police choppers to the Happy Kingdom. No later than 4 a.m. Don't piss me off.

MALLOY
(stares at the TV screen)
That's Plissken back there isn't it?

On the right edge of the TV image, Plissken is visible in the b.g. tied to the torture rack.

The President gives Malloy a hard stare.

PRESIDENT
Plissken tanked. Now he's a P.O.W. The mission's scrubbed, Commander.

CUERVO JONES
(on TV)
It's a brand new day comin' up this morning, and I'm just so proud to be leading the parade. See you soon, putos.

SSSZZZ. The image blinks off into STATIC.

The room is silent.

BRAIN
(stunned)
Plissken's out; I can't believe it...

PRESIDENT
Order an air strike on L.A. Flatten it. Burn it down.

MALLOY
No.

PRESIDENT
(stares)
What did you say to me?

MALLOY
Cuervo Jones is holding the prototype in his hands. All he has to do is push the button and this ballgame is in the refrigerator. He sees our aircraft coming in for an air strike, BOOM. No more aircraft, no more U.S. of A., no more world.

PRESIDENT
So what am I supposed to do now?

MALLOY
I don't run this country. I just do my job. And I know one thing. The difference between Snake Plissken and a pit of rattlesnakes. Right. You got a chance with the rattlesnakes.

PRESIDENT
If they kill Plissken, what do I do? Beg the King to let me clean his toilet for him?

MALLOY
Plissken's been dead so many times I can't count 'em all. But he never stays down.

INT. GETTY MUSEUM - NIGHT

Cuervo and UTOPIA walk away from the broadcast area.

CUERVO JONES
Now go get dressed. We have things to do.

UTOPIA
Are we gonna eat soon? I'm starved.

Cuervo gives her a SLAP on the butt, which startles Utopia.

CUERVO JONES
Go on now. Do as I say.

Plissken watches as UTOPIA slowly walks away.

CUERVO JONES
I'm going to show her what it means to be a woman -- for the first time in her pathetic little life.
(smiles)
I'll give her love, Snake. Everybody needs love.

He moves closer to Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
You want to hook up with us? Join the revolution? We're all getting out of here.
(holds up the prototype)
I'm gonna rule the world. Come with me, Snake.

Plissken says nothing. His good eye glares.

CUERVO JONES
No? Too bad.

Cuervo motions to his men.

CUERVO JONES
Amigos. Saddle up.

The room springs to life.


Plissken Taking Out The Five Mescalitos And Using His Mouth Dart


CUERVO JONES
(to 5 MESCALITOS in Spanish)
Cut Plissken's balls off and shove them in his mouth. Kill him.

Cuervo walks out of the room. Finally, only Plissken and the 5 Mescalitos are left.

MESCALITO
(in Spanish to the others)
Let me go first, guys. I want to hear him scream.

PLISSKEN

turns his head sideways, to a small, hidden pocket near his neck. With his teeth he pulls out the silver mouth dart, slips it onto his tongue, closes his mouth.

THE MESCALITO

walks across the room until he is face to face with Plissken. He pulls out 2 huge, gleaming knives. The other Mescalitos pull out a variety of hideous-looking torture weapons, all ugly cutting instruments.

The Mescalito touches Plissken's forehead with his hand.

MESCALITO
(in English)
You have a slight fever, gringo. Hope it's nothing serious.
(looks at Plissken)
What a beautiful blue eye. It's a shame you only have one.

He positions the knife, slowly moves it to within inches of Plissken's good eye...

FFFTTT!

Plissken spits the mouth dart.

It hits the Mescalito squarely in the forehead. He freezes, his eyes clouding. He falls forward...

THE KNIFE BLADE

swings down, cuts the ropes tied around Plissken. WHACK!

THE OTHER MESCALITOS

look up as he falls over backward to the floor with a THUD.

Plissken's left hand breaks free of the ropes.

The Mescalitos charge toward him.

PLISSKEN

suddenly goes into motion. He moves like Bruce Lee on speed.

In about 10 seconds he has taken out all 5 Mescalitos in a futuristic, karate/kung fu fight. It isn't even close.


Earthquake Hitting While Cuervo Jones' Caravan Is Preparing To Take Off And Plissken Escaping The Collapsing Getty Mansion


EXT. MANSION DRIVEWAY - NIGHT

The caravan's starting up again. Mescalitos pour out of the mansion, rush to their vehicles.

Wearing hot pants, a tank top and full-length mink coat, Utopia is half-way up a ladder by to the opened door of Cuervo's Cadillac perched up on those monster truck wheels when the earth STARTS SHAKING. BOOOMMM. LOW-BASS RUMBLE. EARTHQUAKE.

CUERVO JONES
Get in the car.

Utopia scrambles up into the Cadillac. Cuervo's right behind her. And Map To The Stars Eddie is right behind him. Cuervo turns...

CUERVO JONES
Get lost, agent.

Cuervo kicks him off the ladder. Map To The Stars Eddie goes flying, hits the ground. KABOOM! The EARTHQUAKE gets suddenly stronger...

INT. GETTY MANSION - NIGHT

KABOOOOMMMM!

Suddenly EVERYTHING STARTS SHAKING. A BOOMING ROAR. The Getty Mansion begins to TREMBLE. The SHUDDERING RUMBLE GROWS LOUDER. And then the earthquake hits like a SCREAMING SLEDGEHAMMER!

Plissken heads for the door. The walls of the mansion CRACK. The floor SHAKES. Pieces of the ceiling give way and CRASH into the room!

PLISSKEN

is 10 feet away from the door when the entire mansion floor CAVES IN! The torture racks, the video equipment and Mescalito bodies fall like men dropping from a hangman's scaffold.

Plissken leaps...

A WINDOW

near the door. Plissken grabs on to the sill. Hangs dangling above a huge black pit to nowhere.

EXT. GETTY MANSION - NIGHT

A wall topples from the mansion, collapses on several cars.

Mescalitos race away from the falling debris.

CUERVO JONES AND UTOPIA

hang on for their lives inside the Cadillac.

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE

staggers toward his Caddy, as suddenly the EARTHQUAKE INTENSIFIES!

THE GROUND

suddenly opens up, caves n, swallowing several Mescalito vehicles.

TREES

along the driveway topple.

INT. GETTY MANSION - NIGHT

The SCREAMING, WRENCHING CRACK of the mansion coming apart SLAMS into Plissken. He pulls himself up, through the window.

EXT. GETTY MANSION - NIGHT

Plissken jumps from the window...

...just as the Getty Mansion completely COLLAPSES behind him!

PLISSKEN

hugs the ground. He bounces and slides across the wildly undulating earth.

THE DRIVEWAY

Now the QUAKE starts to subside.

Finally it seems to stop. Mescalitos get to their feet, race to their vehicles.

PLISSKEN

gets to his feet, SEES...

CUERVO JONES' CADILLAC

pull away down the driveway, followed by other Mescalito vehicles.

PLISSKEN

dashes after them, past Map To The Stars Eddie...

MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Hey, Snake...

Without hesitation, Plissken WHACKS him across the jaw. Map To The Stars Eddie goes down like a sack of laundry.

CUERVO'S CADILLAC

leads the caravan down a driveway, as the EARTHQUAKE starts up again.


Another Earthquake Hitting And Plissken Climbing Aboard The Cadillac Heading Toward Santa Monica


EXT. DRIVEWAY - PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT

RUMBLING. Low intensity QUAKE this time. The Cadillac picks up speed as it approaches P.C.H.

PLISSKEN

appears from some bushes just as the Cadillac moves past him. He springs...

AND GRABS ON

to the rear bumper. The monster wheels spin like a huge, black scythes on either side of hi,. Plissken reaches under the Caddy, finds a purchase on the undercarriage, and swings...

UNDER THE CADILLAC

He hangs dangling above the road BLASTING by below. The Caddy picks up speed.

EXT. SANTA MONICA - PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The Cadillac and Mescalito caravan drives toward the dark shell of Santa Monica. Fires have broken out in the distance. Far-away EXPLOSIONS. Now the QUAKE HITS AGAIN, HARD...


The Earthquake Cracking A Huge Portion Of The Containment Wall Open


EXT. FIREBASE SEVEN - BEHIND THE WALL - NIGHT

Pandemonium. TROOPS running. Vehicles moving. Everything caught in SLAMMING EARTHQUAKE PART 2.

A huge portion of the containment wall CRACKS OPEN, falls into the San Fernando Sea.


INT. COMMAND HQ - MAIN CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT

BRAZEN
We've got a breach in the wall.

Pieces of ceiling shower down. The President hides under a desk.

MALLOY
It's stopping.

The earthquake slowly subsides again. The lights fade off then on again. Machines blink to life, power back on. Everything stabilizes.

MALLOY
(to Brazen)
Get a repair squad on that wall. I want a damage report in 15 minutes.

The President crawls out from under the table, stands.

PRESIDENT
Maybe that just took care of most of our problems for us.
(beat)
Maybe they're all dead.

MALLOY
Maybe.


Plissken Getting The Prototype In The Cadillac And Crashing It Into The Remains Of A Hot Dog Stand


EXT. SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD - SANTA MONICA - NIGHT

Cuervo's Cadillac and the Mescalito caravan move up Santa Monica Boulevard toward Westwood. Smoke rises. Fires burn. FIGURES stagger through the streets.

UNDER THE CADILLAC

Plissken clings to a perch in the undercarriage. Reaches into a pocket, comes out with a large clip, slips it on his 9mm.

HE LOWERS HIMSELF

from the perch, dangles above the street. He raises the gun, aims it at the undercarriage, right about where the front seat should be... BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAMMO! The 9mm goes off like a small cannon.

INT. CADILLAC - NIGHT

The front EXPLODES, bullets SCREAMING up through the leather seats, tearing and shredding fabric and flesh. The DRIVER is killed instantly.

In the back seat sit Cuervo Jones and Utopia. The Caddy begins to swerve, the wheel spinning. Cuervo lunges forward across the seat and grabs it.

UNDER THE CADILLAC

Plissken continues to FIRE: BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!

THE FRONT SEAT

disintegrates. Metal, leather, padding fly everywhere. Cuervo ducks against the door, covering his face with one hand, still grasping the wheel with the other.

KAWHUMP!

The entire front seat and floor underneath it fall down out the Cadillac and hit the street below. The body of the Driver flops under the monster wheels.

PLISSKEN

swings over to the hole...

AND PULLS HIMSELF UP

into the opening that used to be the front seat.

Cuervo stares at him in total shock, but before he can speak...

Plissken rips the prototype out of his hands!

Then jumps into the back seat next to Utopia.

Cuervo releases the wheel for a moment, turns to grab Plissken...

But Plissken kicks open the side door, grabs Utopia...

...and sails out of the Cadillac...

CUERVO JONES
No!

PLISSKEN AND UTOPIA

fly through the air, and land with a THUD on top of a Mescalito car.

AS THE CADILLAC

begins to swerve wildly..

CUERVO JONES

grabs the wheel, desperately tries to control the Caddy...

BUT FAILS

The Cadillac careens off the street, SLAMS into the palm tree, spins around and CRASHES into the remains of a hot dog stand.

ON THE ROOF OF THE MESCALITO CAR

Plissken and Utopia roll and tumble. He still has a hold of her, and she fights him tooth and nail...

UTOPIA
Lemme go...!

INSIDE THE MESCALITO CAR

the Driver swerves, hits the brakes...

AND THE CAR

hops the curb, slides along the sidewalk, burning rubber.

PLISSKEN AND UTOPIA

are thrown forward...

THEY TUMBLE OFF THE ROOF

across the hood...

AND LAND

on the sidewalk in front of the car. They roll to a stop, as the car SCREECHES to a halt, inches from their heads, as the caravan suddenly puts on its brakes.

SCREAMING TIRES. Cars jackknifing, spinning in a massive traffic collision...

CUERVO JONES

emerges from the remains of the Cadillac...

PLISSKEN

drags Utopia into the street, grabs the lid of a manhole in the street, pries it up...

MESCALITOS

pour out of their vehicles, as Cuervo charges the street, pointing at Plissken...

CUERVO JONES
Kill him, kill him...!

PLISSKEN

lifts Utopia to her feet, hauls her over to the manhole opening, and dives inside...

JUST AS THE MESCALITOS

OPEN FIRE!

The street around the manhole opening EXPLODES with SCREAMING HOT LEAD...




Pipeline Driving Down Wilshire Canyon


EXT. STORM DRAIN - WILSHIRE CANYON - NIGHT

Suddenly Plissken is...

STRUCK BY A PAIR OF HEADLIGHTS

An old dune buggy comes bumping along the canyon bottom, sloshing through water, pulling up next to Plissken.

Pipeline gets out, glances at Plissken.

PIPELINE
Yo'. Snake. Man, that was a big one. Had to be a 6.4. Bodacious quake.
(stares at Plissken)
You look like shit.


A Group Of Vagrants Clustering Around The Edge Of The Twin Towers Of Century City And A Brush-Fire Sweeping Through The Hills


EXT. SKY VIEW OF L.A. BY NIGHT

ANGLE ON THE TWIN TOWERS OF CENTURY CITY

They're like buck teeth, sheered off and crumbling, stuck up in to the sky. A GROUP OF VAGRANTS cluster around the edge of the building -- the walls of the floors beneath have been torn away. Desk, furniture, rugs, everything hangs out over the empty space.


In the hills to the north, SEE a massive brush-fire sweep through the old Hollywood Hills, across Los Feliz, into Griffith Park.




A Bracero Family Having Dinner Is Seen In A Skyscraper During The Hang Glider Flight 


EXT. TOPS OF SKYSCRAPERS - NIGHT

The group of hang gliders sweep past the buildings. A BRACERO FAMILY is having dinner by candlelight two feet from the edge of a sheer precipice, as the side of the skyscraper they live in has been torn off. They wave to Plissken as he passes.
 



Cuervo Jones And Utopia Entering The Happy Kingdom In A Limousine And Gangs Of Children Present


EXT. DISNEYLAND - NIGHT

A BATTERED OLD LIMOUSINE

carries Cuervo Jones and a grim-looking Utopia past the ruins of the train and around the ghost-town square of Main Street. Ahead is the fairy castle, broken and crumbling, like some relic from a nightmare. Around it are the thrill rides, tossed in to a jumbled mass by the force of the original earthquake.

CROWDS are waiting. GANGS of every conceivable description. ETHNIC GANGS. FEMALE GANGS. GANGS OF CHILDREN. Also FAMILIES and HANGERS-ON.

As soon as the limousine appears, the crowds begin CHEERING.

INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones stares out at the masses.

CUERVO JONES
They're simple people. They love a party.
(turns to Utopia)
We're gonna throw them one hell of a party when we get to America.

Utopia is silent, sullen. Cuervo raises his hand to her and she jumps, cowering.

CUERVO JONES
Put a smile on your face.

A terrified smile spreads across Utopia's face.




Three Police Helicopters Landing In The Happy Kingdom


CUERVO JONES
Are you ready for the new world?

And the LOUDEST, LONGEST CHEER you've ever heard goes up.

In the sky above, 3 Police helicopters come THUNDERING downward out of darkness, land in the open area. GANGS rush forward to capture the POLICE PILOTS.


Plissken Rolling Across The Ground On Fire As The Helicopter Explodes


EXT. SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

THE HELICOPTER

dives toward the ground...

FROM BEHIND PLISSKEN - INSIDE

looking out the front, SEE the ground come up, hit!

KABLOOM! Plissken ducks. THE BLADES SMASH THROUGH the windscreen, barely missing his head.

The fuselage jumps and twists in a GRINDING fury. Fire billows into the cockpit, engulfing Plissken...

EXT. HELICOPTER - SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

Plissken pulls himself out of the door. He is on fire. He dives away from the chopper and rolls across the ground, just as the flaming mid-section of the ship EXPLODES in a ROARING FIREBALL.





Police Helicopters Falling From The Sky And Firebase Seven Being Overrun By Invaders Arriving At The Hole In The Containment Wall


EXT. FIREBASE SEVEN - DAWN

The President stares in horror Police helicopters fall from the sky, CRASHING. Panic. COPS run everywhere.

PRESIDENT
He did it. The Sword of Damacles.

The President looks at the CD player.

DUTY SERGEANT
We're being attacked, Commander. The north wall.

EXT. WALL - DAWN

All of L.A. has arrived at the hole in the containment wall in boats. GANGS use ropes, hooks, ladders to scale the wall. - they scale the wall. Pipeline leads the charge.

EXT. TOP OF THE WALL - DAWN

GUNFIRE. A pitched battle as COPS try to repel the horde of L.A. invaders as they pour over the wall.

EXT. FIREBASE SEVEN - DAWN

The Firebase is overrun by invaders. Hand-to-hand combat. Malloy fights alongside his men. World War III has begun.

Panicked Cops race for the trees, abandoning their positions.

INT. STEEL-WALLED HALLWAY - DEPORTATION CENTER

As the Third World warriors free Utopia from the electric chair. She joins them as they swarm through the halls...


Plissken Waking Away Into The Sunrise


EXT. HILLSIDE - FIREBASE SEVEN - DAWN

Plissken is at the edge of the Firebase, moving out into the hillside. CAMERA TRACKS WITH HIM toward the rising sun.

A smile crosses Plissken's face. He tosses the prototype down a ravine, and walks away into the sunrise.
 


Shooting Script (October 09, 1995)


A DARK TABLEAU - CITY STREET - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Graffiti-smeared walls. Fires raging. Automatic weapons FIRE. Shadowy FIGURES dash through the southern California night.




An Army Of Terrifying Figures Climbing Atop A Mountain Of Debris And Raising Their Weapons Into The Night Sky In The Ruins Of L.A.


WHAM! A TORCH-LIT LANDSCAPE - NIGHT

The ruins of L.A. Rubble, smoke, a lethal wasteland. An ARMY of terrifying FIGURES climbs atop a mountain of debris. They raise their weapons into the night sky.

FEMALE NARRATOR
By January of the year 2001, street gangs, South American terrorists and the criminally insane capture Los Angeles Island, the once-great City of Angels.



Plissken's Submarine Going Through More Universal Studios Attractions


EXT. UNDERWATER - UNIVERSAL CITY - THE BLACK TOWER - NIGHT

The sub SMACKS into the side of the Black Tower, powers through it, BLASTS out the other side through a window, tilting and wobbling.

THE SUB

rights itself momentarily but is SLAMMED downward out of frame by a huge dark slimy object.

KING KONG

looms overhead -- his fist RISING and falling with the currents. Plissken has maneuvered himself into the wreckage of the Universal Studios Tour.

INT. SUBMARINE

Plissken hangs on, as small jets of water spray into the cockpit through tiny cracks in the hull.




Plissken On A Motorcycle Grabbing A Chain And Gunning Down A Mescalito On A Harley


ON PLISSKEN

Coming right behind him are 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys -- chains, iron bars, and swords in their hands.

Plissken stares up ahead. The Chevy is still a few vehicles ahead of him.

He guns it when suddenly 2 Mescalitos pull up on either side of him. One of them swings a chain.

Plissken grabs it with one hand, and with his other hand aims his machine gun and FIRES!

The Mescalito and bike go flying, and Plissken holds on to the chain.




Pllissken's Chain Intertwining With A Mescalito's Chain


As the other Mescalito riding behind him swings a chain. Plissken swings his. The two chains SNAP together, intertwining.

Then Plissken squeezes his hand-brake.

He SCREECHES to a stop. The Mescalito keeps going, and is yanked over backward by his own chain, off the Harley. Finally the Harley flops over, skids, EXPLODES.





Plissken On Horseback Chasing Cuervo Jones


PLISSKEN

SURGES the bike forward, coming up on a Mescalito on horseback who turns and FIRES. Plissken ducks and the bullet RIPS THROUGH the rear tire. The tire BLOWS and the bike SWERVES out of control. Plissken LEAPS from the bike and grabs the back of the saddle.

THE HORSE

Plissken pulls himself up behind the Mescalito and wrestles for control of the mount. Plissken grabs the reins and wraps them around the Mescalito's neck, squeezing. Plissken SLAMS his arm against the Mescalito, throwing him off the saddle, BOUNCING onto the pavement.

Plissken GALLOPS ahead, circling a lasso high above his head, POUNDING down on a biker. The lasso takes flight and finds it mark, the biker's neck.

Plissken pulls the lasso taut, ties the end to the saddle horn, rides his mount parallel to the biker.

THE BIKE

With one quick YANK to the lasso, Plissken pulls the biker off, JUMPS on the bike and SMACKS the hell out of the horse's rump.

THE HORSE

TAKES OFF down the street, DRAGGING the biker by the neck.


Plissken Fighting Cuervo Jones On The Roof Of A Car


THE CHEVY

speeds up as Plissken moves up to the Mustang five cars behind. He swings off the bike and jumps on to the trunk.

PLISSKEN

climbs up to the roof, leaps on the hood, then jumps to the trunk of the car in front -- leapfrogging, jumping to the next car, the next car...

CUERVO JONES AND UTOPIA

CUERVO JONES
(watching Plissken get closer)
This asshole's starting to piss me off.

Cuervo Jones climbs up onto the rear of the Chevy...

MESCALITOS

lean out their car windows, FIRING at Plissken...

BUT PLISSKEN

keeps moving toward the Chevy... 

SUDDENLY A HAND

reaches out a car window and grabs Plissken's machine gun. Plissken turns to snatch it back --
 
WHEN CUERVO JONES

leaps from the Chevy and takes Plissken down to the roof.

They struggle. Cuervo raises his machete. Plissken grabs his wrist, flips him over, knocks the machete off into the street, SMACKS Cuervo in the face...

Cuervo kicks Plissken hard in the stomach, sending him staggering. The Cuervo's on his feet, his hands around Plissken's neck.

CUERVO JONES
Nobody rolls into town and disrespects me, gringo. Not Snake Plissken, not nobody.

A BOLAS-SWINGING MESCALITO

comes roaring up on his bike, throws the bolas...

PLISSKEN

as CUERVO ducks, and the bolas hit him, wrap round his neck, the balls THUNKING him in the face, sending him flying...

KAWHAP!

Plissken hits the pavement hard. He skids, rolls, and at last SLAMS into the edge of the sidewalk.

THE CARAVAN

RUMBLES away down Sunset. The hand in the car window still holds Plissken's submachine gun.

Cuervo crouches on the roof, HISSING at Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Take him out!

PLISSKEN

lies in the street for several beats, then climbs to his feet, as 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys pull to a stop and gets off their bikes. The caravan disappears up Sunset.

The Mescalitos spread out, draw their guns...

BUT PLISSKEN DRAWS

his 2 9mm handguns from their holsters. It happens in an instant. The street THUNDERS with GUNFIRE. Plissken's guns buck and FLASH. Then silence.

4 MESCALITOS lie dead in the street.

Plissken backs off, hides behind some debris. Pulls out his walkie-talkie.
 



Pipeline Driving Down Wilshire Canyon


EXT. STORM DRAIN - WILSHIRE CANYON - NIGHT

Suddenly Plissken is...

STRUCK BY A PAIR OF HEADLIGHTS

An old dune buggy comes bumping along the canyon bottom, sloshing through water, pulling up next to Plissken.


A Group Of Vagrants Clustering Around The Edge Of The Twin Towers Of Century City And A Brush-Fire Sweeping Through The Hills


EXT. SKY VIEW OF L.A. BY NIGHT

ANGLE ON THE TWIN TOWERS OF CENTURY CITY

They're like buck teeth, sheered off and crumbling, stuck up in to the sky. A GROUP OF VAGRANTS cluster around the edge of the building -- the walls of the floors beneath have been torn away. Desk, furniture, rugs, everything hangs out over the empty space.


In the hills to the north, SEE a massive brush-fire sweep through the old Hollywood Hills, across Los Feliz, into Griffith Park.




A Bracero Family Having Dinner Is Seen In A Skyscraper During The Hang Glider Flight 


EXT. TOPS OF SKYSCRAPERS - NIGHT

The group of hang gliders sweep past the buildings. A BRACERO FAMILY is having dinner by candlelight two feet from the edge of a sheer precipice, as the side of the skyscraper they live in has been torn off. They wave to Plissken as he passes.
 



Cuervo Jones And Utopia Entering The Happy Kingdom In A Limousine And Gangs Of Children Present


EXT. DISNEYLAND - NIGHT

A BATTERED OLD LIMOUSINE

carries Cuervo Jones and a grim-looking Utopia past the ruins of the train and around the ghost-town square of Main Street. Ahead is the fairy castle, broken and crumbling, like some relic from a nightmare. Around it are the thrill rides, tossed in to a jumbled mass by the force of the original earthquake.

CROWDS are waiting. GANGS of every conceivable description. ETHNIC GANGS. FEMALE GANGS. GANGS OF CHILDREN. Also FAMILIES and HANGERS-ON.

As soon as the limousine appears, the crowds begin CHEERING.

INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones stares out at the masses.

CUERVO JONES
They're simple people. They love a party.
(turns to Utopia)
We're gonna throw them one hell of a party when we get to America.

Utopia is silent, sullen. Cuervo raises his hand to her and she jumps, cowering.

CUERVO JONES
Put a smile on your face.

A terrified smile spreads across Utopia's face.




Three Police Helicopters Landing In The Happy Kingdom


CUERVO JONES
Are you ready for the new world? It's already begun.
(looks at his watch)
The attack is now underway!

And the LOUDEST, LONGEST CHEER you've ever heard goes up.

In the sky above, 3 Police helicopters come THUNDERING downward out of darkness, land in the open area. GANGS rush forward to capture the POLICE PILOTS.


Plissken Rolling Across The Ground On Fire As The Helicopter Explodes


EXT. SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

THE HELICOPTER

dives toward the ground...

FROM BEHIND PLISSKEN - INSIDE

looking out the front, SEE the ground come up, hit! KABLOOM! Plissken ducks. THE BLADES SMASH THROUGH the windscreen, barely missing his head. The fuselage jumps and twists in a GRINDING fury. Fire billows into the cockpit, engulfing Plissken...

EXT. HELICOPTER - SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

Plissken pulls himself out of the door. He is on fire. He dives away from the chopper and rolls across the ground, just as the flaming mid-section of the ship EXPLODES in a ROARING FIREBALL.


Revised Script (November 20, 1995)



City Street Opening


A DARK TABLEAU - CITY STREET - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Graffiti-smeared walls. Fires raging. Automatic weapons FIRE. Shadowy FIGURES dash through the southern California night.




An Army Of Terrifying Figures Climbing Atop A Mountain Of Debris And Raising Their Weapons Into The Night Sky In The Ruins Of L.A.


WHAM! A TORCH-LIT LANDSCAPE - NIGHT

The ruins of L.A. Rubble, smoke, a lethal wasteland. An ARMY of terrifying FIGURES climbs atop a mountain of debris. They raise their weapons into the night sky.

FEMALE NARRATOR
By January of the year 2001, street gangs, South American terrorists and the criminally insane capture Los Angeles Island, the once-great City of Angels.



Plissken's Submarine Going Through More Universal Studios Attractions


EXT. UNDERWATER - UNIVERSAL CITY - THE BLACK TOWER - NIGHT

The sub SMACKS into the side of the Black Tower, powers through it, BLASTS out the other side through a window, tilting and wobbling.

THE SUB

rights itself momentarily but is SLAMMED downward out of frame by a huge dark slimy object.

KING KONG

looms overhead -- his fist RISING and falling with the currents. Plissken has maneuvered himself into the wreckage of the Universal Studios Tour.

INT. SUBMARINE

Plissken hangs on, as small jets of water spray into the cockpit through tiny cracks in the hull.



A Barker Giving A Spiel To A Group In The Theater


INT. RUN-DOWN THEATER - NIGHT

An old movie palace gone to ruin. HOOKERS and CUSTOMERS everywhere. PIMPS, THIEVES, various TOUGH-GUYS lurk here and there like silent predators. Plissken moves into the theater, following the blinking red light on his tracer. A BARKER gives a spiel to an enthusiastic GROUP...

BARKER
Don't hold back! If sex isn't worth dying for, what is? Our girls very well could carry STD's that KILL YOU!! Experience all-out sex with that added thrill -- DOES SHE OR DOESN'T SHE? Contraction of disease NOT guaranteed!





Plissken On A Motorcycle Grabbing A Chain And Gunning Down A Mescalito On A Harley


EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT

ON PLISSKEN

Coming right behind him are 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys -- chains, iron bars, and swords in their hands. Plissken stares up ahead. The Chevy is still a few vehicles ahead of him.

Plissken guns it, when suddenly 2 Mescalitos pull up on either side of him. One of them swings a chain.

Plissken grabs it with one hand, and with his other hand, aims his submachine gun and FIRES!

The Mescalito and bike go flying, and Plissken holds on to the chain.




Pllissken's Chain Intertwining With A Mescalito's Chain


As the other Mescalito riding behind him swings a chain. Plissken swings his. The two chains SNAP together, intertwining.

Then Plissken squeezes his hand-brake.

He SCREECHES to a stop. The Mescalito keeps going, and is yanked over backward by his own chain, off the Harley.

Finally the Harley flops over, skids, EXPLODES.





Plissken On Horseback Chasing Cuervo Jones


PLISSKEN

SURGES the bike forward, coming up on a Mescalito on horseback who turns and FIRES. Plissken ducks and the bullet RIPS THROUGH the rear tire. The tire BLOWS and the bike SWERVES out of control. Plissken LEAPS from the bike and grabs the back of the saddle.

THE HORSE

Plissken pulls himself up behind the Mescalito and wrestles for control of the mount. Plissken grabs the reins and wraps them around the Mescalito's neck, squeezing until his eyes burst. Plissken SLAMS his arm against the Mescalito, throwing him off the saddle, BOUNCING onto the pavement.

Plissken GALLOPS ahead, circling a lasso high above his head, POUNDING down on a biker. The lasso takes flight and finds it mark, the biker's neck.

Plissken pulls the lasso taut, ties the end to the saddle horn, rides his mount parallel to the biker.

THE BIKE

with one quick YANK to the lasso, Plissken PULLS the biker off, JUMPS on the bike and SMACKS the hell out of the horse's rump.

THE HORSE

TAKES OFF down the street, DRAGGING the biker by the neck.



Plissken Fighting Cuervo Jones On The Roof Of A Car


THE CHEVY

speeds up as Plissken moves up to the Mustang five cars behind. He swings off the bike and jumps on to the trunk.

PLISSKEN

climbs up to the roof, leaps on the hood, then jumps to the trunk of the car in front -- leapfrogging, jumping to the next car, the next car...

CUERVO JONES AND UTOPIA

CUERVO JONES
(watching Plissken get closer)

Cuervo Jones climbs up onto the rear of the Chevy...

MESCALITOS

lean out their car windows, FIRING at him...

BUT PLISSKEN keeps moving toward the Chevy... 

SUDDENLY A HAND

reaches out a car window and grabs Plissken's submachine gun. Plissken turns to snatch it back --
 
WHEN CUERVO JONES

leaps from the Chevy and takes Plissken down to the roof.

They struggle. Cuervo raises his machete. Plissken grabs his wrist, flips him over, knocks the machete off into the street, SMACKS Cuervo in the face...

Cuervo kicks Plissken hard in the stomach, sending him staggering. The Cuervo's on his feet, his hands around Plissken's neck.

CUERVO JONES
Nobody rolls into town and takes over my territory, gringo. Not Snake Plissken, not nobody.

A BOLAS-SWINGING MESCALITO comes roaring up on his bike, throws the bolas...

PLISSKEN

as CUERVO ducks, and the bolas hit him, wrap round his neck, the balls THUNKING him in the face, sending him flying...

KAWHAP!

Plissken hits the pavement hard. He skids, rolls, and at last SLAMS into the edge of the sidewalk.

THE CARAVAN

rumbles away down Sunset. The hand in the car window still holds Plissken's submachine gun.

Cuervo crouches on the roof, HISSING at Plissken.

CUERVO JONES
Take him out!

PLISSKEN

lies in the street for several beats, then climbs to his feet, as 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys pull to a stop and gets off their bikes. The caravan disappears up Sunset.

The Mescalitos spread out, draw their guns...

BUT PLISSKEN DRAWS

his 2 9mm handguns from their holsters. It happens in an instant. The street THUNDERS with GUNFIRE. Plissken's guns buck and FLASH. Then silence.

4 MESCALITOS lie dead in the street. Suddenly, headlights appear, coming this way. More Mescalitos. Plissken quickly moves off down Sunset... After a few beats, a car pulls up, stops. A MESCALITO gets out, survey's the scene, picks up Plissken's jacket.


A Group Of Vagrants Clustering Around The Edge Of The Twin Towers Of Century City And A Brush-Fire Sweeping Through The Hills


EXT. SKY VIEW OF L.A. BY NIGHT

ANGLE ON THE TWIN TOWERS OF CENTURY CITY

They're like buck teeth, sheered off and crumbling, stuck up in to the sky. A GROUP OF VAGRANTS cluster around the edge of the building -- the walls of the floors beneath have been torn away. Desk, furniture, rugs, everything hangs out over the empty space.


In the hills to the north, SEE a massive brush-fire sweep through the old Hollywood Hills, across Los Feliz, into Griffith Park.




A Bracero Family Having Dinner Is Seen In A Skyscraper During The Hang Glider Flight


EXT. TOPS OF SKYSCRAPERS - NIGHT

The group of hang gliders sweep past the buildings. A BRACERO FAMILY is having dinner by candlelight two feet from the edge of a sheer precipice, as the side of the skyscraper they live in has been torn off. They wave to Plissken as he passes.




Cuervo Jones And Utopia Entering The Happy Kingdom In A Limousine And Gangs Of Children Present


EXT. DISNEYLAND - NIGHT

A BATTERED OLD LIMOUSINE

carries Cuervo Jones and a grim-looking Utopia past the ruins of the train and around the ghost-town square of Main Street. Ahead is the fairy castle, broken and crumbling, like some relic from a nightmare. Around it are the thrill rides, tossed in to a jumbled mass by the force of the original earthquake.

CROWDS are waiting. GANGS of every conceivable description. ETHNIC GANGS. FEMALE GANGS. GANGS OF CHILDREN. Also FAMILIES and HANGERS-ON hangers-on.

As soon as the limousine appears, the crowds begin CHEERING.

INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT

Cuervo Jones stares out at the masses.

CUERVO JONES
They're simple people. They love a party.
(turns to Utopia)
We're gonna throw them one hell of a party when we get to America.

Utopia is silent, sullen. Cuervo raises his hand to her and she jumps, cowering.

CUERVO JONES
Put a smile on your face.

A terrified smile spreads across Utopia's face.



Plissken Rolling Across The Ground On Fire As The Helicopter Explodes


EXT. SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

THE HELICOPTER

dives toward the ground...

FROM BEHIND PLISSKEN - INSIDE

looking out the front, SEE the ground come up, hit! KABLOOM! Plissken ducks. THE BLADES SMASH THROUGH the windscreen, barely missing his head. The fuselage jumps and twists in a GRINDING fury. Fire billows into the cockpit, engulfing Plissken...

EXT. HELICOPTER - SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

Plissken pulls himself out of the door. He is on fire. He dives away from the chopper and rolls across the ground, just as the flaming mid-section of the ship EXPLODES in a ROARING FIREBALL.