Escape From L.A.
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
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
EXT. DARK OCEAN - NIGHT
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
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
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.
with a chin-mike speaks non-stop, unintelligible Chinese. A frenzied CROWD gathers around him, waving money, placing bets.
sit at either end of a long table. They are in deep shadows, facing each other.
We only get GLIMPSES of them:
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.
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.
goes nuts, placing bets, YELLING and SCREAMING in a dozen languages.
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.
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.
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.
EXPLODES. More bets.
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.
spins the light tube with more force than before. It circles again
and again, slowing down, speeding up, finally stopping on the fat man.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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
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.
turns, stares after her, as the SOUND OF HELICOPTERS rises from above
in the night sky.
suddenly starts to disperse.
blast down on the street. Plissken is suddenly caught in
the glare. He starts to move away...
Out of the blackness above a huge steel net drops out of nowhere.
SLAMS DOWN on top of Plissken, trapping him, driving him down to the pavement with its
struggles inside the net as BLACK FIGURES -- United States Police Force OFFICERS -- rush toward him, grab the net, tightening it.
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 -
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
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...
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,
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.
So we finally got him.
EXT. ROTOR CITY - NIGHT
The crowd of COPS is growing to a frenzy of wild anticipation.
Hold one! The door is opening!
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.
is bruised, badly beaten and tortured, his face a mess, but he doesn't seem to
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.
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
INT. COMMAND HELICOPTER - NIGHT
Plissken stares at a photo of the anodized prototype.
I'll need to know more about this thing.
Only a handful of people are aware of its existence. Let's just say it's the
ultimate defensive weapon.
Defense against what?
There's a war about to be declared, or didn't you know?
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
So what does this thing do?
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
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.
rights itself momentarily but is SLAMMED downward out of frame by a huge, dark, slimy object.
looms overhead -- his fist RISING and FALLING with the currents. Plissken has maneuvered himself into the wreckage of the Universal Studios Tour.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Let's take 'em.
A BLACK COWBOY
raises his M79 grenade launcher, as the others quickly race down the hillside.
THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL
As a 40mm armor-piercing grenade leaves a blazing fire-trail as it ROCKETS toward
the burning cross and --
A FIREBALL BLOWS pieces of the cross into the
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
THE BLACK COWBOYS
keep advancing, FIRING, as it starts to RAIN again.
THROUGH THE CLOUDY WASH OF DRIBBLING RAIN-WATER
the FIREFIGHT continues.
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
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.
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...
Hey, what's going down, Snake?
I'm looking for somebody.
Plissken pulls out his tracer. It is blipping red, just south of the Bowl.
Say, is it true what they say about Cleveland, man?
Plissken doesn't answer. He moves on through the rain...
Later, Snake. Thanks for the help. You can always shift down and mojo with us
Plissken Watching Cuervo Jones' Caravan Coming Down
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
ducks into an alley, watches...
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.
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.
It's winnin' time, baby. How about you and I do some celebrating?
What's going on?
You must be new around here.
You look familiar. Have I done you before?
Plissken grabs the Hooker.
Easy, man, easy. It's Cuervo Jones' gang. Mescalito Justice. He's the big boss
man 'round here tonight.
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
stares as the Cadillac passes.
CHEERS along with the rest of
the crowd, and doesn't notice that Plissken's moved off...
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.
Plissken guns the motorcycle and it ROARS off, around the other bikers,
toward the head of the caravan.
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
Coming right behind him are 4 MESCALITOS on Harleys -- chains, iron bars, and
swords in their hands.
stares up ahead.
HIS POV - THE CADILLAC
is just a few feet away. Cuervo Jones and Utopia.
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
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,
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.
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.
pulls the lasso taut, ties the end to the saddle horn, rides his mount parallel
to the biker.
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.
TAKES OFF down the street, DRAGGING the biker by the neck.
Plissken Fighting Cuervo Jones On The Roof Of A Car
speeds up as Plissken moves up to the Mustang five cars behind. He swings off
the bike and jumps onto the trunk.
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...
lean out their car windows, FIRING at him...
keeps moving toward the
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...
A BOLAS-SWINGING MESCALITO
comes ROARING up on his bike, throws the bolas...
as the bolas hit him, wrap around his neck, the balls THUNKING him in the face,
sending him flying...
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.
Later, Snake. We finish it later.
lies there for several beats, then climbs to his feet.
HIS POV - THE CARAVAN
disappears up Sunset.
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
Plissken And Taslima At Rodeo Drive
EXT. SUNSET - BEVERLY HILLS - NIGHT
Plissken walks past the once-beautiful mansions along Sunset. Now they are dark,
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
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
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.
Where are you going?
Are you here for the auction?
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.
Welcome to Beverly Hills.
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.
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
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.
stops at an intersection, and Plissken's cross is anchored in the middle of
the street. Surrounding the intersection are PATIENTS of every size,
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.
Hi, Snake. It's so great to meet you. My name's Taslima. I'm a fan of yours.
Are you crazy?
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
I can't believe I got caught.
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.
I left my boyfriend's place tonight, took a wrong turn...
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.
What are they?
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.
Snake, nobody who comes into Beverly Hills gets out alive.
No screamin' shit.
Oh no, it's the Doctor.
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.
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.
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...
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.
raises his gleaming scalpel hand and steps toward Plissken.
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
Plissken spits the mouth dart!
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!
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.
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...
Snake, help me.
I don't know.
Almost on a whim, Plissken cuts her free. Then he runs. Taslima follows him...
heads toward a side street, looks over his shoulder, sees Taslima
Don't follow me.
You need help.
Like hell I do.
Then Plissken comes to a dead stop.
HIS POV - DOWN THE STREET
comes a MASS OF PATIENTS right at him.
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.
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.
This is a dead end.
(looks at her)
You took us into a dead end!
I just thought you wanted to get away. I didn't know you wanted to go someplace.
KACLANK! They turn...
staggers down the alley, the dart still sticking from his forehead. Behind him,
the PATIENTS follow...
shoves Taslima toward a broken window.
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.
Be careful of the bald cats. They live in these buildings.
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
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.
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
scrambles, picks up Plissken's 9mm, then stares at the 2 men.
Are you gonna stand there? Give me the gun.
Taslima starts to hand it to him. Both Plissken and THE DOCTOR fight to reach
Finally, it's in Plissken's grasp.
He BLASTS 3 times -- each one
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.
How do we get out of here?
Sewers. Come on.
She pushes open the door...
Plissken And Taslima Meeting Pandejo Bob In The Sewer Who Takes Them To A Sewer
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...
...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.
Snake -- what is it?
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.
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.
What're you doing in here?
Looking to get out.
Good. I want you out. This is my sewer.
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
You're Snake Plissken.
Yes. Isn't he cool?
There is a CLICKING SOUND and the lighted eye is extinguished. Pendejo Bob
extends his hand.
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...
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.
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
He points to a sheer, pitch-black drop-off on one side of the passage.
(she peers over the side)
How far down does it go?
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.
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.
Hey, it's a living, baby.
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?
I don't know. Somehow, I just can't leave.
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.
Say, you need anything, Snake? Guns? Explosives? I can get you a crate of
hellfire grenades, no problem -- five hours.
Yeah. So how do I get to Venice?
All the sewers are collapsed under Venice. You have to go topside. Right up
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.
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
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...
I changed my mind. I'm going with you, wherever you're going.
(gestures to the cars)
What the hell is this?
I know that. There are people in some of these cars.
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...
What are you gonna do in Venice?
Find Cuervo Jones.
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.
Run, Snake...They're coming.
She touches his hand and looks at him softly.
I don't know.
Taslima dies. Plissken stares at her for a moment.
More SHOTS ring out -- landing very close to him.
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.
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.
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,
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
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!
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.
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.
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
MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Come on, Cuervo. I delivered him, didn't I? All I'm asking for is what you
Cuervo Jones stops in front of Plissken. Sees that he's awake. Holds out a glass
filled with red liquid.
Laced with tequila, Snake. Good for you.
Cuervo Jones downs the carrot juice. Plissken lifts his head, grimaces. Sweat
pours down his face. He GASPS for air.
You're coming out of it, Snake. It hurts real bad.
He kneels down next to Plissken.
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.
Snake Plissken. American outlaw. So typical of American idealism. The old west,
Cuervo Jones tosses the glass to Map To The Stars Eddie. He's beginning to enjoy
the moment, performing for Plissken.
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.
Here is the real L.A., Snake.
Plissken lifts his head to see.
The poor. The old. The lost. People without hope.
He crosses back to Plissken...
Do you know what they want? One word. Liberation.
They want a chance to live -- before it's all gone. They've been hated for too
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
Cuervo! LaToya Jackson just won Best Actress.
Cuervo Jones reaches out to take the prototype from her. She holds on to it.
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.
You never heard of Snake Plissken?
Utopia takes a couple steps closer, squints.
He doesn't look like his picture.
I bet he's fake.
Now go get dressed. We have things to do.
Are we going to eat soon? I'm starved.
Cuervo Jones gives her a SLAP on the butt, which startles Utopia.
Go on now. Do as I say.
Plissken watches as Utopia walks away, out of the terminal.
I'm going to show her what it means to be a woman -- for the first time in her
pathetic little life.
Given her love, Snake. Everybody needs love.
He moves slightly closer to Plissken -- though not too close.
You want to hook up with us? Join the revolution? We're all getting out of here
(holds up the prototype)
We're gonna rule the world. Come with us, Snake.
Plissken says nothing. His good eye glares.
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
Plissken stands a moment, trying to get his balance, when a man steps out of the
shadows. It is 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
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.
WHACK! Plissken takes him out with one blow, lowers himself to the ground, takes
Plissken quickly moves down the dark street after the caravan...
Cuervo Jones' Caravan Pulling Up At The Forum Entrance And Plissken Crawling Into
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.
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
THE KOREAN DRAGONS
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
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
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
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.
(sound of effect of BREAKING GLASS)
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.
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.
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.
The time is now. We are the strongest. If we go together, the others will come.
We go for everything, Xi-Ping. But we go together. What do you say?
Xi-Ping nodes. They clasp hands...
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.
Your brother died owing me, so I'm taking it out in trade. I need a favor...
Sure, Snake. Anything.
I need to get across the court now...without drawing attention to myself.
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.
You play much pick-up ball, Snake?
Plissken's watching Cuervo Jones and Utopia at the other end.
Whatever happens, watch the shot clock, man.
blows his WHISTLE.
A BLACK MUSLIM GUARD
inbounds the ball. The game
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
sees Plissken, nudges Cuervo Jones.
It's that weird guy again.
Cuervo Jones grabs her and heads for the exit...
sees this, stops playing, moves after them...
...when suddenly the
basketball lands right in his hands!
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...
spins, executes a beautiful-looking jump shot. The HORN SOUNDS just as
it leaves his hand...
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
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
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.
That man in black. He's very dangerous.
Yes. We gotta dump him.
What does he want?
(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.
shakes Map To The Stars Eddie, waking him...
Where are they going?
MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
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
MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
Bankrupt City. The Happy Kingdom.
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.
You're shit outta luck, Snake.
Plissken reaches into a pocket, comes out with the large black clip, slips it on
his 9mm pistol.
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.
moves after them, ducking behind the row
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
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,
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
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.
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
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
Plissken rips the prototype out of his hands!
Then jumps into the back seat next
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...
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...
wheel, desperately tries to control the Caddy...
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...
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...
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...
emerges from the remains of the Cadillac...
drags Utopia into the street, grabs the lid of a manhole in the street,
pries it up...
pour out of their vehicles, as Cuervo Jones charges into the street,
pointing at Plissken...
Kill him, kill him...!
lifts Utopia to her feel, hauls her over to the manhole opening, and
JUST AS THE MESCALITOS
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.
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
Everyone in the tunnel is frozen, unable to move. Slowly Cuervo Jones picks up
the prototype, stares at it, then breaks into a smile...
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.
You're my woman, you understand? You don't let anybody take you away from me
without a fight.
(in her face)
Nobody leaves Cuervo Jones. Not unless you give your life. You fight till you're
dead. Then I forgive you.
He shoves her down the tunnel...
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.
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.
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.
A sky full of enemy choppers on radar. Moving over the city to the southeast.
A COM Officer rushes up to Malloy...
Commander -- massive vehicle and troop movement on the ground. All major streets
leading to the southeast.
What're they doing?
Malloy looks at the President grimly.
Getting ready to invade.
So where's Plissken?
Plissken Hanging In A Pit And Getting Help From Pandejo Bob
CREAKING. The WHOOSH of something swinging through the air...
A HUGE BLUE EYE
opens. Looks around.
is hooked in a twisted wire mesh...
AND THEN PLISSSKEN
SWINGS like a pendulum, hanging from a long strand of wire
mesh attached somewhere above in the blackness.
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...
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.
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)
Pendejo Bob tosses the lariat. The noose flies across the pit, and Plissken
grabs it with his good hand...
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
slips out of the wire mesh...
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
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
...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...
stares down at his rope disappearing into the side of the pit...
Hey, Snake...where are you?
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.
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.
stuck. He turns, in great pain, and starts back toward the pit...when suddenly
EVERYTHING STARTS SHAKING. BOOMING. It's a small earthquake, a
Suddenly the concrete bottom on which he stands GIVES WAY, CRACKS,
falls backward into the rushing water, and is pulled suddenly
downstream into the drain, disappearing from sight...
Stands silently above, listening...
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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...
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
Cuervo Jones turns to Bivouac.
Would you please kill him for me?
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
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.
The line shoots out and a gleaming grappling hook SLAMS into the side of Plissken's chopper, the prongs
CLAWING in, holding.
Black Cowboys, Spinal and Hershe aim their weapons.
Don't shoot! They can drag us down into the sea.
Cuervo Jones Fighting Plissken In The Lead Helicopter
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
KABLAM! KABLAM! Gang choppers OPEN FIRE, riddling the rear compartment with
bullets. Spinal and several Black Cowboys are hit!
fights Cuervo through the door.
Take the controls!
Utopia stares at him.
What do I do?
But Cuervo wrenches the door open, grabs Plissken, and pulls him out of the
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
embraces Cuervo and throws them both over the edge...
through space, locked together...
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
IN THE COCKPIT
Utopia grabs the controls. The ship is shaking, swinging like a
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
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
Plissken and Cuervo Jones stare up, then at each other, then
both begin pulling themselves up the skid, climbing hand over hand, in a
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...
and Cuervo kick at each other. Plissken slides away from him, looks up...
POV - THE GRAPPLING HOOK
stuck into the side of the helicopter...
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
Cuervo looks at him, starts to say something, eyes bulging...
MAP TO THE STARS EDDIE
If you get to America -- let's do lunch.
The shots hit, and Cuervo buckles, falls backwards off the skid,
plunging downward toward the surface of the San Fernando Sea...
rips out the grappling hook...
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.
jumps back inside the cockpit...
Police Helicopters Taking Down The Other Enemy Choppers
POV THROUGH WINDSCREEN POLICE BATTLE HELICOPTERS
THUNDER toward them...
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
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
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...
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
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...
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
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.