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or what colour you are, we're all the Russia of the oppressed!

are you going to take her back?

- Lock fuel rods. - Locked.

And you're about to find out that this fucking city can kill anybody!

Amigos, no matter where you come from,

- What are you talking about? - Death from above.

Why? Hershe's looking for Cuervo too.

so come and see where the stars...

I told you to stay down. Look what you've done.

My name is Hershe. Understand, Plissken?

nobody's ever walked off that court alive.

It's your only way out. Plissken!

is encamped along the shoreline,

Get me to Cuervo Jones. I got one hour.

President's daughter. She's with Cuervo Jones.

I'm your president.

- Take me there. - What?

Now, you bear that in mind. Just push on through, soldier.

- Where is he? - He's on Sunset. He's gonna come by.

I'm staying here, man, I'm ready for the big wave.

It's a real pleasure to meet you.

Plutoxin Seven is a fast, hard-hitting case of the flu.

Every good and decent person who works hard and follows the rules.

The Colombians are at the border, we've got a full-scale attack.

I'm Hershe Las Palmas, the most drop-dead number.

It's only their second shift. Don't make one move.

Is that order from the President?

Under the San Fernando Sea. Shark Three submarine, one-man submersible.

You want to go to Cuervo's place?

If I don't take it back, I'm dead.

See, anything happens to me, and you're dead.

You... get my guns.

cars, aeroplanes, toasters,

His body's probably in Wilshire Canyon somewhere.

Plissken, do you have the box?

She's going to love you, Snake. You'll love her, too.

Hershe, you were in Cleveland?

You'd better hope I don't make it back.

I think we lost them.

I thought you'd be taller.

Cuervo Jones runs Shining Path. They want North America.

You see Plissken anywhere?

Skip the commentary, Plissken.

I've got to pray!

and becomes the deportation point

Now this on-the-scene report.

We could make a bundle. Help your career.

but I never thought I'd see Snake Plissken.

His reactor's starting to overheat.

It is. That's the point.

Sounds familiar.

It sounds thin to me.

Oh, Plissken, man, you are such a loser!

- Get lost, agent! - We got a relationship here, man.

transplanted over and over again.

I thought we had you in Cleveland.

- High stakes. - How am I going in?

- What are you doing in LA? - Dying.

We'll make this thing happen.