In 2022, the international prison system is operated exclusively by private corporations. Criminals from all over the world are exploited for profit. Prisons have become big business.
NO ESCAPE
Company, by the right.
Eyes right.
Eyes front.
I said, eyes front.
You have come here because society has no use for you.
The prisons have given up hope of rehabilitating you.
This place will be your holding pen until your death.
Because death is the only way out.
There is no chance of reprieve, no possibility of escape.
You are condemned.
Either accept it, or die.
I want to see Prisoner 2675.
2011, Benghazi, Libya.
You marched up to your commanding officer and shot him.
You were convicted of first-degree, premeditated homicide.
You have since escaped from two maximum security prisons.
DNA scan reveals an aversion to authority -
- and a temperament prone to violent behavior.
Congratulations. You've found a home.
I run a multinational business here.
I re-process human garbage from around the world.
I'm good at it because I make all the rules.
You will have no contact with the world.
No visitors, no letters. You're dead.
But if you break any of my rules, you'll find a life after death.
A very painful life.
Have you anything to add?
Don't ever turn your back on me again.
Come on.
Thanks.
It's for you.
Come on. Quick, quick.
Don't eat it yet, they'll find out.
They know everything.
Our electrical impulses betray us. The ones in the brain.
They've got computers in the walls.
They know what we're thinking.
Don't think.
- They're coming for me. They know. - What?
- They're coming for me. - It's not you.
- They're coming to get me. - Relax.
They want you to think that. They'll be back.
Where are they taking him?
- Absolom. - Where?
Absolom. The killers are kings. Their teeth are like knives.
Human flesh is tough. They fly from the trees...
Ssh, ssh.
Hoarding food is a major infraction.
You are given enough to survive. No more...
...no less.
The punishment for this infraction:
Ten lashes.
Prisoner 2675.
You will execute the punishment.
Nine more, please.
Begin.
Pick it up.
In five seconds, he's dead.
You don't know me well enough to doubt me.
Now pick it up.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Good.
Now, begin.
Stop!
T1 is over Absolom. They request landing coordinates.
Drop him close to sector four.
- Prisoner 2675 has been delivered. - Good.
Stop!
Now put it back.
Good.
Isn't this beautiful?
200 deluxe rooms.
A heated pool and a staff of caring professionals.
I'm sorry, I'm being rude.
I'm Walter Marek, the manager. Welcome to vacation paradise.
- I hope you take plastic. - We take everything.
I've scheduled a variety of stimulating activities for you.
- Shuffleboard? - Water sports.
These activities can be rigorous, so we're selective about our clientele.
We like to make sure they meet the physical demands.
To get your heart pounding, we thought:
Five minutes in the pool with Ralph, our director of aquatic activities.
Enjoy.
That's extraordinary.
It wasn't what we had in mind, but ...
Extraordinary!
I can use a man like you on my staff.
We appear to have an opening.
Think about it. Deluxe rooms, free meals:
Anyone you can catch, kill and eat.
- How's your health plan? - Average life expectancy is...
Six months?
I've been here seven years.
- What if I say no? - That wouId be very disappointing.
If you've got to go, I won't stand in your way.
- I could probably use the exercise. - I'll stay.
I'll stay.
If you promise to hire another lifeguard.
You want it? You want it?
Get out of the way!
That was a very silly thing to do.
Let him go.
Bye!
- Yes? - A message from the island.
Prisoner 2675 is alive. He's at the Insiders' camp.
You don't ever go in there. Ever!
- How are you feeling? - Okay.
- Do you want to sit down? - No.
- What's your name? - Robbins.
Mr Hawkins is our security chief.
I'm known as the Father here.
How did you escape the Outsiders?
- Why? - How did you get past the traps?
- What is this place? - A sanctuary, Mr Robbins.
Most of us came before the Outsiders got so strong.
You're the first to ever escape from Marek.
And you brought a very powerful weapon.
- What about that? - It's been appropriated.
How did you get it?
I was shot, beaten, half-drowned. I don't want an interrogation.
- It's not an interrogation. - Then you do the talking.
We've created a new, civilised society here.
We're alone on this island.
We have what other prisoners want: Freedom.
The chance to make a life.
You are a highly resourceful man. Join us.
I'm not a joiner anymore. I just want to get off this island.
Take him to Dysart.
Severe oxidation of the firing module.
Transducers require an overhaul.
Coil, ejector rods, targeting... All completely shot.
The coil can be insulated with silk.
Even flax from a corn stalk.
And the ejector rods just need sanding.
- You know your weapons, Mr ... - Robbins. The new man.
- How did you get it? - I slept with the owner.
- Did you hear that? - He's determined to escape.
Yes, of course.
You're on an island, Mr Robbins.
It's called Absolom, situated 200 miles from the mainland.
There's no guards, no cells.
We're on a peninsula. Beyond those trees is the ocean.
The jungle side is heavily defended. You know why.
The Outsiders. We think there are about 600.
There are precisely 98 of us.
The island is watched by satellites with infra-red scanners.
Any escape will be detected.
There's a fleet of helicopters 50 miles away.
They can be here in minutes.
- And you call this freedom? - Under the circumstances.
We use the term loosely.
I'm sorry, but you're here for the rest of your life.
You can't go anywhere with that leg. You've time to think.
You either stay here and do your share,
or take your chances out there.
Your feet! Wipe your feet.
The average male foot has over 600 million germs.
Wow! So we're talking 1.2 billion?
There's nothing funny about sinus infections, bronchitis or pink eye.
There's no antibiotics here, no penicillin.
A bad case of pink eye, and you're history.
Okay, I'll remember that.
- Who are you? - Tom King. I host the newcomers.
Everything you need is in that drawer.
I suggest an oral hygiene programme. Trench mouth is rampant.
Wash your face before shaving. A staph infection could kill.
The Father sent over some salve for your leg.
Nasty.
- Why do they call him the Father? - That's what he is, to us.
It must be the dust.
- Why are you following me? - You frightened me.
- Why are you following me? - I was just...
I heard you escaped from Marek. I wanted to meet the badass...
- Don't. - Sure. Sorry.
Hey, I understand.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
- Just leave me alone, okay? - Absolutely.
Wet Dreams!
That's what I call this place. Wet Dreams.
I come here and think about home. Newark.
It's about 5,000 miles that way.
I thought it was a slum but now I'd kiss the gutters.
- Then start swimming. - I've got a problem with sharks.
I've got the same thing with rats.
Wait.
Stephano.
My friend, Mr Robbins. Don't touch him.
This is Stephano. Anything you need, he's got it.
I like the boots.
Sign them to me for merchandise. When you die, they're mine. Okay?
He does that with everyone.
What merchandise do you have?
I have two dozen potatoes, very few bruises.
I've five pairs of underwear. Size 44. "Fruit of the Loom".
Okay ... I've got 14 disposable razors.
They're pink, but who gives a shit, right?
Are you a ball player?
I've got a first baseman's mitt. Are you a righty?
- I'm trying to do business! - I found some rubber.
I'm overwhelmed. Here...
Take my sack...
Bring it up the cliff, and quit bothering me.
I want this mitt.
Come back. I must have something you want!
Have you got a boat?
A boat..?
I love those boots.
What are you doing? No one goes out at night.
- I don't take orders anymore. - We're all lifers here.
We have our own rules.
You could have been an Outsider. You're lucky I didn't kill you.
You think I'm lucky?
Count your blessings.
You know what I want. Don't be shy with that.
This is my absolute goddamn favorite.
- Good, ain't it? - Yeah, if you like road kill.
It's not for everyone.
- Why were you sent here, Casey? - The Weinburger kidnapping.
You did that?
I was a gopher. Drove the car, went for coffee, fed the kids.
They were in a closet. I told the boss there was no air.
But he had a million dollars on the brain.
I wouldn't have hurt them. I had a brother and sister their age.
Supply drop.
- What? - Supply drop. For the Outsiders.
- How often do they come? - Twice a month.
Forget about jumping that chopper.
They pick a new spot each time. And who'd fly it?
- Most of us can't even read. - I can.
- Fly a chopper? - No, read.
Mr Robbins, it's time I bought you a drink.
- Killian? Two shots of 12-day-old. - Piss off!
Mr Robbins is new in town. Give us a little taste.
Down the hatch.
Brain spasm. It took me years to get that effect.
- This stuff will kill you. - What?
- You call my life's work shit? - It's turpentine.
Bastard! I can whip your ass with only one arm, you know.
Anybody who can make nectar like this, I wouldn't want to mess with.
We've got to go to the gate. Everyone must go to the gate.
- What's going on? - He fell asleep at his post.
He was warned. It's the second time.
The rules are there to protect the community.
Any man who jeopardizes the lives of any or all among us-
-commits a capital offense.
The penalty is banishment.
You don't approve?
- Do you need my approval? - He broke the rules.
And he'll die because of the rules. Innocent people always do.
They die for somebody else's rules.
We live under constant threat.
That man could have cost us our lives. We must do this to survive.
How long can you stay awake without somebody guarding you?
What's the problem?
- Where's the food? - You'll get it when I say.
Tomorrow, if you behave.
We're sick of obeying you. Someone else should give the orders.
Really? Do you have anyone in mind?
What about the con who stole the gun and gave you a bath?
Maybe we should ask him.
That's not funny.
Now that's funny!
- They'll tear each other to pieces. - We'll make a raid.
That won't work anymore. We need the land, the food, everything.
- We'll need the other gangs. - Maybe there's another way.
Maybe we should just make it personal.
Just me and Dad.
Robbins!
Merry Christmas! I made you a hat.
You don't have to wear it. lt's a Christmas party, come on.
Excuse me.
Quiet please.
Will you be quiet!
Mr Dysart ...
Here we go.
Thank you. A lovely tree.
You want to go carolling?
Uncle Stephano has a present for one and all.
These little suckers.
These morsels of technology washed up here, -
- and they're as good as the day they were made.
Let me demonstrate.
Gentlemen ...
Come and get it!
Look ... For the long cold nights ahead.
I won't be needing it. But thank you.
Turn it down.
Another year has passed.
The first, for some. For others, just one more.
No path here is ever the same, but we all share something -
- that cannot be taken away.
We have proved to ourselves that we cannot be written off.
That our lives mean something.
We are not animals, we are human beings.
That's our reprieve. That's our pardon.
That's our freedom.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Now I have a toast.
To all our victims. May they rest in peace.
- So you're leaving us? - At daybreak.
- How far do you think you'll get? - I'll figure something out.
I don't have all the answers, but here there's help.
You can have purpose. You can even have friends.
Most people would call that a life.
- I don't want a life with you. - What made you like this?
We're all guilty in someone's eyes, especially our own.
Eventually, you'll have to forgive yourself, -
- or you won't survive.
Good luck, Mr Robbins.
- What's going on? - The Outsiders are going to attack.
Let's go, move it!
- What happened? - Somebody tipped him off.
It doesn't matter, stick with the plan.
- Mr Robbins ... - What do you want, Casey?
- Can you stand with me on the wall? - Get out ... Get out!
- There was a signal? - We have a spy in their camp.
Robbins ... Do you believe there's a God up there looking out for us?
There's something up there, but it's not God.
Sir, a strike force are at the village perimeter.
What the hell are they waiting for?
Down!
It's started.
- Any thermal activity? - Nothing that a satellite can see.
- You're sure? - It'll take more heat than that.
- Choppers on alert, sir? - No. Let them fight it out.
Water! Water!
There you go, guys ...
Excuse me ...
Get him out of here.
I wish you a merry Christmas ...
... and a happy New Year.
It's been a long time, Dad.
You've done well for yourself. I'm very impressed.
Really nice place you have here.
Just a stone's throw from the ocean.
Mind you, with the price of real estate, you are very lucky.
I mean, this is a prime site.
I got to tell you, your security sucks.
Look at this! This is great.
I really get behind on my reading.
I never seem to have enough time.
I've always wanted to read this: "Basket Weaving, The Creative Choice."
Now I'm going to kill you.
If I'd known you were here, I would have knocked.
Ratman!
Shit...
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
Thanks a lot. I don't know what happened.
- I had him in my sights ... - It's okay.
They do this several times a year to steal our food.
- He was coming for you. - Maybe Marek's losing patience.
If he ever gets organized, he'll bury you and this place.
That's our problem, not yours, Mr Robbins. Isn't it?
He's military trained.
Not just as a soldier. Navy SEAL, Special Forces, take your pick.
Somebody taught him how to kill.
The men we honor tonight fought bravely and died for us.
And though they have given everything, -
- we must not pity them. Their pain is gone.
Now, at last, their souls are free.
When we lack the fruits of their labors, we will miss them.
Here.
- Why did they let this happen? - The warden wants us to fight.
- Why? - Because he can do as he pleases.
You don't understand. This place is secret, it's private.
The authorities keep it classified. No one knows it exists.
If it leaked out, the public wouldn't allow it.
That's why they make sure no one escapes.
As my old Catholic mother used to say:
"Alas, for our sins we shall pay."
- What sins is he paying for? - Ask him yourself.
He gave us our lives back.
He was a surgeon. He still is a damn good one.
He had lots of money and a young, beautiful wife.
But she got bored and started sleeping around.
That tore him up inside.
One day she died of an overdose.
He claimed it was suicide, but the jury didn't believe him.
They gave him life.
- Do you think he did it? - He's the only innocent man here.
You liar! All this crap about a new society.
You've been planning to escape.
How much further, Mr Dysart?
It's 2,000 metres.
- Why don't they stop it? - It's a special craft.
It can evade their sensors. It has a cooling system.
- They can't see it? - We don't know yet.
There's a five-mile surveillance circle.
They haven't crossed it yet.
What have you got?
The warden's dry cleaning. Main gate, open it up.
1,000 metres.
- 500 metres. - It's going to make it.
Warden. Message from the island. Code seven.
- It's out. - It's got to be!
Come on, move!
Are you all right?
- Maybe the cooling system failed. - That's bullshit.
They were tipped off.
The warden's planted someone. That's why we're so cautious.
- You could have been a spy. - You're in charge of security.
- What the hell do you mean? - They're gone.
- We can't do anything. - Who were they?
You don't know them. They were in the caves for months.
Good men.
- I want to be on the next boat. - Who do you think you are?
Those men worked hard for years. You ain't done shit.
He's right. You haven't earned it.
Not yet.
You don't waste time, do you, Dysart?
The components are made here and then assembled in the cave.
Is this the one you'll be on?
No, Mr Robbins. I won't be leaving.
30 years ago, I used my talents to make a very powerful bomb.
For money.
I didn't believe in the cause, I just wanted the money.
50 people died.
Now I'm right where I belong.
What's this?
We've been working on a power source.
Power source, my ass! This is a V8.
Yes, that's right. From an old Chevy.
Theoretically, it can propel a craft through the surveillance circle.
- Unfortunately, it's useless. - Why?
We're missing a vital component.
- It requires a device ... - A distributor.
Yes, a simple, ordinary, garden-variety distributor.
Found in any auto store in the world.
The problem is, Mr Robbins, we're not in the world.
- I want to be on the next boat. - We've discussed that.
Your engine is missing something, right?
I've seen what you're looking for in Marek's camp.
- You'll trade that for a space? - Along with Casey.
He doesn't belong here.
You know there's almost no chance of you returning alive.
- That's my problem. - There's something you should know.
- Those who escape get the word out. - And risk getting sent back?
We have a responsibility to blow this place wide open.
The boat is the only way to get us all off.
You've heard my deal, no conditions. Take it or leave it.
- So you're going back to Marek's? - How the hell did you find out?
It's a small town.
You've got balls, I'll give you that.
But the smart money says Marek will be playing jacks with them.
No, you can't have my shoes.
Wait. l'm shocked that you think that's why I came.
You need those shoes. You'll be doing a lot of running.
A tough guy like you will probably get back wounded and die here.
- You know what will happen? - No.
Everybody will be fighting over those shoes.
- It will disrupt the whole village. - You want me to sign a contract?
- Just initial the page ... - Get out!
We'll make it a verbal agreement.
- I'll find a witness. - Out!
I've charted the safest route. Follow the river to the falls.
Then Marek's camp is just east.
An example of an older technology.
Invented by Sergei Molotov, long ago.
The original instructions are: Light it and throw it.
Great, thanks.
Good luck.
Mr Robbins!
- Casey ... - I want to come with you.
- Please take me. - Casey, go home.
I can help you. I thought you were my friend!
Have you ever killed anyone, Casey?
I'm going to have to kill. No hesitation, no conscience.
After that, you're never the same.
- You're lucky you can't do it. - You won't come back.
Casey. Who's the guy who went up against Marek and lived?
- You did. - That's right.
And I'm going to do it again.
You're looking for a friend? I'm the best friend you ever had.
Now go back. Go.
Sorry to keep you waiting. I've been a little preoccupied.
Now ... I think it's about time we patched up our differences.
If anyone disagrees with me, please raise your right hand.
If you've got one.
No? Good. Very good.
As you see, I've eliminated the heads of state.
So from now on, we'll all be nice and civilised.
No more gangs, petty squabbles or fighting.
I've been under a lot of stress.
The reason for this is very simple:
I really want to be in charge.
Okay?
Good.
No!
My! You're just a boy.
A sweet, tender, adorable little boy.
Tie him up.
And I don't want him bruised.
And slowly, very slowly, they climbed up to the top of the stairs.
Then the three bears found a boy sleeping in their bed.
And they all said, "Who can this be?"
The little boy didn't answer, so the big daddy bear ...
... ripped his arm off.
You are so cute. You're far too young to be out here on your own.
Where are your other little friends? Will they come by?
Don't be shy, tell Uncle Walter.
Fuck you.
Bonjour. Guten Tag.
Welcome.
Same game as before, my friend.
But this time with a little twist. You'll love it.
First prize is a chance to live. Second prize ...
You really don't want to know.
Don't disappoint us. We've paid to see a show.
If you refuse to fight, it'll be boring, -
- and then l'll have to jump in and kill you both.
Now!
Go on!
You have to kill me. I'll never get out of here.
You can save them.
Do it!
No ...
I'm really trying to retain my faith in humanity, -
- but you are making it very difficult.
I welcomed you, I treated you with respect.
I even offered you a position.
And what did you do? You made a horse's ass out of me!
I hate it when that happens.
What were you trying to do? Were you trying to kill me?
You really thought you could kill me?
Shame about the boy.
But nothing goes to waste here.
I'll have a dinner party and share him with my friends.
You're going to die very, very badly.
Marek's united all the gangs for an attack.
You must warn them. I'll signal when they march.
Why are you doing this?
Redemption.
Now, go!
Dysart!
One distributor. Make it work.
The Father fell ill soon after you left.
- The men are worried. - Marek's going to attack.
We must fortify the barrier and the towers, and dig a moat.
What about some mantraps just outside the barrier?
We can fill the moat with fuel. Mr Killian can provide it.
- I'll double production right away. - And more weapons.
Tell your men we'll need all the metal we can find.
Mr Robbins?
We're outnumbered six to one. Marek's united all the gangs.
If he wants this place, we can't stop him.
- If we stay here he'll kill us all. - What are you saying?
- We abandon the village? - I'm just telling you the facts.
He wants us to give up all that we've worked for for 13 years.
- I won't do it without a fight. - He's right.
Why fool ourselves? We've always been about survival.
Whatever it takes. It's the only way.
- Make preparations to leave. - What are you talking about?
Do it!
Mr Robbins ...
Did Casey follow you?
What happened?
I'm sorry.
Dysart.
- Is the boat ready? - Almost.
- Finish it. - What for?
I've been here for 13 years. From the beginning.
I helped build this place with my sweat and my heart, -
- and I've watched a lot of good men die defending it.
And I saw, for the first time in my life, what a home could be.
I can't just walk out on it.
I can't just hand it over with nobody here to stop them.
Who said no one's going to be here?
- You said you were getting better. - That was a lie.
I'm dying.
I have Hodgkin's disease. It's progressive.
Without proper treatment, lethal.
Please ...
- Does anyone else know? - They'll know soon enough.
But for now, you're the only one.
I have a month left, maybe two.
But before I go, there's an important matter to be settled.
- I want you to take my place. - What?
The men respect you. You're a natural leader.
No.
- Then they don't stand a chance. - That's not my problem.
It has to be you.
I didn't risk my life with Marek to stay here.
- I have to get off this island. - No one tells you what to do?
You were a soldier. You must have fought for something.
Look ... I'll take care of Marek. For my own reasons.
- After that, I'm gone. - Why? You can't change your past.
That's easy for you to say, isn't it?
- You have no blood on your hands. - What makes you so sure?
I know what they think.
It doesn't matter.
My wife's death was no suicide.
If you go, take my journal. It tells the truth about this place.
Give it to someone who will save these people.
Let's give it a try.
Mr Robbins?
Mr Robbins.
I led a helicopter assault on a village.
It was supposed to be the source of bio-weapons fire.
I should have known better.
I had a lot of combat time, so I should have known.
It was too easy.
There was no radar, no air defense.
I kept telling him, but he ordered us in anyway.
And God help me, I always followed orders.
I vaporised the place.
342 women and children.
And they covered it up.
We were losing the war. They needed a big body count.
So they gave me a medal for the victory.
Even after I'd killed him, no one would listen to me.
No one wanted to hear the truth.
And that's why I have to get back.
The real story is buried with those women and children.
I have to tell somebody what really happened.
Because I can't live with it alone anymore.
So let the truth come out.
All of it.
Attack!
- Another raid? - No, a major attack.
- What about thermal activity? - None so far.
Son of a bitch.
Marek!
You want it? Come and get it.
- What's that? - The sensors are overloaded.
Somebody will read that.
Get me a chopper and a fully-armed riot platoon.
I've got him.
I don't envy you, going back to a destructive world.
Six choppers standing by. ECD, 12 minutes.
I'm not waiting. Tell them to follow.
Tonight we'll bury the Father.
Tomorrow, we'll start rebuilding the compound.
Tomorrow, we start all over again.
No!
Where is it?
Is this how you tell him what he wants to know?
- Why? - He promised to let me go.
- He promised me freedom. - I've got a promise for you.
You'll help with the next boat, or I'll kill you!
- He's coming. - What?
The warden. He's coming straight away.
What are the coordinates?
Where will he land?
- King, where? - The lower field, past the river.
That's no good. Tell him he needs new coordinates.
- Right? - Yes.
Sir? We have a transmission, code seven.
Yes?
The landing zone has a problem.
- What do you mean? - The Outsiders ...
They're retreating through that area.
Let's go, we don't have much time.
Listen, the Father ...
You talked to him before ... What did he say?
He wanted me to go to the authorities.
And he told me he wanted you to take his place.
I'll blow this place wide open. You have my word on that.
Pick him up.
- The gunships are almost here. - Pick him up!
Lift off. Goddamn it, lift off!
One ... two ... three ...
- Four ... five. - Please!
Come on.
No!
We've got to go.
We've got to go!
No ...
- We'll wait here for the choppers. - No.
We can't stay here. We've got to hide.