All language subtitles for Escape from the Bronx.1983.BDRemux Eng

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You are ordered to leave the Bronx.

I repeat, you are ordered
to leave the Bronx.

The area has been
declared uninhabitable

and destined for demolition.

Leave now and leave peacefully.

You have nothing to fear.

The government guarantees
to relocate all of you

in comfortable, up-to-date,
alternative accommodations.

Leave the Bronx!

You are ordered to leave the Bronx.

I repeat, you are ordered
to leave the Bronx.

The area has been
declared uninhabitable

and destined for demolition.

Leave now
and leave peacefully.

You have nothing to fear.

The government guarantees
to relocate all of you

in comfortable, up-to-date,
alternative accommodations.

Area P-4, area P-4,

we still read presence
of unauthorized occupancy.

Isolate immediately.
Isolate immediately.

I repeat,

you are ordered
to leave the Bronx.

The area has been
declared uninhabitable

- and destined for demolition.
- Isolate area P-6.

Isolate area P-6.

Evacuation of area M-3
is now complete.

Cordon off...

- repeat, cordon off area M-3.
- You, you and you, follow me!

Let's go.

You are ordered to leave the Bronx.

I repeat, you are ordered
to leave the Bronx.

The area has been
declared uninhabitable

and destined for demolition.

Leave now
and leave peacefully.

You have nothing to fear.

The government guarantees
to relocate all of you

in comfortable, up-to-date,
alternative accommodations.

Leave the Bronx.

You are ordered to leave
the Bronx.

I repeat, you are ordered
to leave the Bronx.

The area has been
declared uninhabitable

and destined for demolition.

Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, you guys.

- Stucco can't leave.
- You should've left earlier.

Eliminate.

No!

We still read signs
of UO in sector 2-B.

Repeat, sector 2-B
is still not clear.

At least 10 units,
probably underground.

Second disinfestation group
is now operational.

Go with group five.

I repeat, go with group five
to sectors H-8 and H-9.

Sectors H-8 and H-9.

Groups two and five covering
sectors H-8 and H-9.

Skyboy-3 to central.
Skyboy-3 to central.

I'm over sectors M-6-0
and M-6-1.

Negative readings.
Repeat, negative readings.

Central to Skyboy-3,
converge sector D-8.

Your man was sighted
in the area of sector D-8.

He got by the Manhattan squad,
and they lost him.

Make sure you don't do
the same thing.

Huh, you ought to try
searching this mess

instead of sitting
on your dead ass.

Hold it. I see something.

Stand by.

Skyboy-3 to central,
Skyboy-3 to central.

It's Trash.
We've got him!

He's a sitting duck.
Yahoo-whoo!

We've finally got that son of a bitch
in our sights!

All units to D-8,
all units to D-8.

That fucker's KO'd Skyboy-3.

Group nine,
cover his parents' apartment.

Readings indicate
he hasn't gone underground

and he may be headed
for his parents'.

In there, fourth floor.

How many of them are there?

How the hell should I know?

Whether Trash shows up or not,

the parents are to be eliminated.

Repeat, the parents
are to be eliminated.

Let's go.

Please, let's leave!

Honey, we've been through this
a hundred times before.

I know it's hard on you,
but it's a matter of principle.

Now, what right have they

to just throw us out
of what's been our home for 28 years

and tell us we gotta move
to New Mexico?

Who the hell wants to live
in New Mexico?

- Let's go!
- Jesus!

No, no, I'm stayin' right here!

Now, if you wanna go,
you go!

Oh, Joe, you know
I wouldn't go without you,

but maybe New Mexico
isn't too bad.

I mean, we've never been there,
so do we know?

They're not throwing me out,
God damn it!

They're not throwing me out
of my own house!

Please, Joe, do it for me.

Well, don't you see?
We can't give in to those bastards.

We were born here,
for Christ's sake!

Joe, I understand,
I really do.

I just don't think it's worth the pain
or worth the misery,

the living in fear.

God, Joe! Ah!

- Here come the bastards.
- What are we gonna do?

- This is what I'm gonna do!
- No, it'll make it worse!

- I'll show 'em!
- No!

No, Joe, no!

Welcome, bastards!

- Ugh!
- Joe!

Come on, you bastards!
Come on!

- No!
- Come and get me!

I'm gonna smash your skulls in!

Joe!

No!

Hold it.
Hold it, shitbag!

Hey, man, what the fuck's
got into you?

The next time you don't
give the signal, kid,

I intend to blow
your brains out.

Yeah, Trash, who do you think you are,
the fucking president?

Come on, try it,
you sons of bitches.

- Cut it out.
- Hmm?

Now break this up.

I'll twist his balls off
and shove them down his throat.

Yeah, sure.

Come on.

And one, two, three, hut!

One, two, three, hut!
One, two, three, hut!

One, two, three, hut!

Hey, quit laughing at me!

Keep popping, baby-

Say it, Trash.
Still alive, huh?

Listen, honey,
I am still waiting.

- Say what?
- Go on, just let me see it.

- Sure, okay.
- And I'll slice it like salami.

Ooh-hoo! Wait a minute.
I hear you.

I don't mind you, either,
but I gotta be going.

All right, all right, Trash,
let me see what you've got.

Come on.

Ammo.

You ask for ammo,
I bring you ammo.

Okay. Why are you getting
so excited?

Stay cool.

Man, I'll tell you something.

I really think
you are pretty damn good,

coming and going all the time.

Well, well, isn't that nice?
Flattery and compliments.

It's nice to know you're appreciated,
even though it's bullshit.

Oh, by the way, next time the price
of ammunition is going up.

Hey, don't you think
you're ripping us off enough?

Vamos!

You get what you deserve,
the Bronx gangs and shit,

holed up down here,
eating out of tin cans.

Well, we are alive and kicking,
my friend.

Whereas up there,

they kill us like ants.

- One, two, three.
- Hey.

- One, two, three.
- Hut.

- One, two, three.
- Hey.

Hey, what are you guys
doing here?

Get back to your posts!
Go on!

- Cabrones!
- Douchebag.

- Mm.
- Don't change the subject.

- Hey, look at that.
- Pigs talk a lot.

It's all bark and no bite.

Here, I brought you this.

Here, just in case

you run out of toilet paper.

Jesus.

Those bastards!
Those motherfuckers!

They still try.
Huh!

"Get out of the Bronx," they say.

"We've got the solar houses
in enchanting New Mexico

waiting for you."

Hijo de puta!

While you're laughing,
they're wasting innocent people.

You know what the problem
with you guys is, Dablone?

You ran too quick without
even trying to make a stand.

Well, the ones with guts
didn't scare so easy.

Oh, sure.
Look who's talking.

Superman!

Well, what about my old man
and my old lady and others like them?

Just try and move them
out of the Bronx.

Nah, you turned chicken
too soon, that's all.

If you had any brains,
you would tell them to come here,

underground.

The disinfesters
will never come here.

Nobody with balls
is gonna either, Dablone.

New positive readings, sector H-8.

Hah!

Y ah'!

Ugh!

This, ladies and gentlemen,
will be the New York of the future.

The most magnificent architectural
complex ever created by man.

The Eighth Wonder of the World.

This work of genius,
ladies and gentlemen,

was conceived and promoted
by our president, Mr. Clark,

who has committed all the company's
resources to the project.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.

As you can all see,
it's a suspended city

linked to the other
inhabited zones.

A perfect, ordered,
civilized metropolis.

A future city for future man

serviced by the most modern
technology available.

A city in which there are
no social blights.

Areas of poverty,
illiteracy and crime,

like the Bronx,
will have been totally eliminated.

It's about time.

The Bronx is a public disgrace.

Right on.
It should go.

- The crime rate's horrendous.
- The Bronx is a plague.

It's not to be believed.

The people from those areas
are guaranteed accommodation

and a higher standard of living
in New Mexico.

That just isn't true!

Why the hell don't you admit
you're deporting and killing them,

that you're causing accidents
and epidemics

to eliminate those people
who put up the slightest resistance

to being thrown out
of their rightful homes?

- Get her out of here.
- All right, let's go.

Get your dirty hands off me,
you fascist pig!

Damn it, I'm a journalist!
This is supposed to be a democracy!

You others, don't believe
a word they're saying!

- It's lies.
- Get her out.

This isn't a press conference,
it's a farce!

An unadulterated,
filthy, dirty farce!

You hear me?

And the GC Corporation sucks!

Ladies and gentlemen,
we live in a democracy.

It's only right that we answer
the questions asked

by bona fide
professional journalists

and not the hysterical outbursts
of so-called crusaders.

Continue, Mr. Hoffman.

Any questions?

The Bronx has been in quarantine
for two months.

When will the press and television
be allowed in?

The epidemic
isn't under control yet

and that isn't the worst danger
we want to avoid exposing you to.

Uh, Mr. Hoffman,
exactly what danger do you mean?

Well, the Bronx has become
a kind of no-man's-land

controlled by street gangs.

As for the transfer of the, let's say,
honest residents,

what truth is there in the rumor
they're being forced out?

It's total nonsense.

They have been financially compensated
and relocated with their full consent.

Uh, what evidence is there
for this, sir?

We have a great deal
of photographic documentation

showing their current splendid
residential areas in New Mexico.

Plus, affidavits from the thousands
who've gone there.

Now, all this will be made public
as soon as the operation is completed.

Attention, attention.

- Abandon all buildings.
- Come on!

This is a final warning.

Abandon all buildings.

They're about to be demolished.

Abandon all buildings.

They are about to be demolished.

Go on, move your ass!

Attention,
this is your final warning.

Abandon all buildings.

They are about to be demolished.

They are about to be demolished.

Attention,
abandon all buildings.

What's the word
from headquarters, sir?

Fuck headquarters.

I'm doing this my way.

There he is.

- Mr. Clark!
- Excuse me.

I just have one question,
Mr. Clark.

What did you tell
the international press?

Nothing you don't
already know.

- That's bullshit.
- I told you.

See you later.

Look, however much good we do,

there are always those who'll find
some reason or other to knock it.

When will the demolition ceremony
take place?

Thursday afternoon.

How are you answering
the UN Human Rights Commission?

It's all in the dossier
we gave to you.

- I can't...
- Mr. Clark, what about that issue...

It doesn't say anything.

The national press
has the right to be in

on anything that concerns
the welfare of U.S. citizens.

No, I assure you all information
is in the dossier.

You didn't put these into the dossier,
did you, though?

You didn't dare include the identity

of who you put in charge
of the Bronx evacuation.

Floyd Wrangler.

And we all know
who Floyd Wrangler is, don't we?

A torturer, an expelled
prison warden, a killer.

All right, that's enough.
Break it up, make way.

Make way.

Yeah, here's your man.
Floyd Wrangler, hired killer.

Evacuate all buildings at once.

This is our final warning.

Demolition squads
are about to go into action.

I repeat, evacuate
all buildings at once.

Demolition squads
are about to go into action.

Demolition squads are about
to go into action.

This is your final warning.

I repeat,
this is your final warning.

Jackson,
load those charges.

Cumin' up, comm' up.

Come on, you guys.

- Give me a hand here, will ya?
- There's still somebody inside, sir.

What did you say was inside?

Well, sir, I said
there's still somebod...

Oh, right, uh, rats, roaches.

Right.

- Proceed!
- Jesus.

Come on, move your butts!

Take over
that building now. Run!

All right, come on, you guys.
Let's move it, huh?

That building, dynamite it!

Who's got the wire?

- You, move that truck.
- Comm' fight up.

Mr. Wrangler, sir,
a call from Mr. Clark for you.

Fine. I'll take it now.

All squads move back under cover.

Demolition is about to start.

All squads move back.

Listen, Wrangler,

I've got the media on my back
from morning to night,

and I don't know
what to tell them anymore.

I'm paying you
damn good money,

and look at the results I get.

In five days, the Bronx operation
is coming up at the UN.

You know what they're calling
your methods?

Genocide.

The technical term
is "disinfestation."

Now, you pay me to take care
of the technical side.

The moral part is...
is not my sector.

The important thing is to...
to do the job cleanly, Mr. Wrangler.

In 1986,
despite all our technical know-how,

we did not succeed
in getting rid of the rats.

Now, these people,
if you can call them that,

they are a, uh...
a race apart.

They're what's left of the gangs
that battle for the Bronx.

You're worse than they are,
Mr. Wrangler.

Allow me to correct you,
Mr. Clark.

I'm worse than anybody.

There's a bunch over there.
They decided to leave.

Well, we'll have to def lea 'em
and billet them in the transit depot.

- What do you wanna do, burn them?
- Yeah. Let's go.

Come on, wake up!

Understood, Skyboy-5.

To all disinfestation squads,
to all disinfestation squads,

emergency alert.

Converge on sector R-2-R.

Repeat, R-2-R.

A gang led by Trash has ambushed
one of our squads and wiped it out.

I repeat,
in sector R-2-R,

a gang led by Trash has ambushed
one of our squads and destroyed it.

Over and out.

Who does this bastard
think he is, defying us?

Terror is our strength
and he isn't even afraid of us.

The gangs must not be allowed
to find a leader.

We've got to find this Trash
and kill him now.

Oh, shit.
Sorry, Moon.

I was sure we were going
the right way.

Will ya cool it, Jay?

I was born in the Bronx.

Ready?

We're right under
LaGuardia Square.

Judging from the stink,
I'd say we're under the public toilets.

Mm.

Listen, get back there.

Are you...

are you sure of this, Moon?

- We have to risk it, Jay.
- What the hell for?

You think four lousy pictures of their
dirty work's gonna change things?

So far, talking's done
no good.

Come on.

Take cover!
We're being attacked! Take cover!

GM to central,
ambush in sector C-9.

If they see us, we've had it.

Ugh!

Ugh!

Hold up, hold up.
Let me untie you.

Get away, get away.
I'm rigged with a bomb.

Get away.
Go on, will you?

For God's sake, run, brother.

- Jeez, there's a bomb!
- Get outta here!

Get away!
They rigged him with a bomb!

Run for cover, quick.

Quick, Jay, there.
There's others coming.

Ugh!

Freeze!

I thought you said
she was taken care of.

So you let them both get away,

the girl and that delinquent
Trash person.

Hah, I don't think so.

They're both under there...

or maybe there,
but somewhere there.

Maybe you intend to go down
to convince them

to waste themselves
with some dynamite.

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm gonna get rid of them first.

That is, before the truth
comes out.

Nobody knows they're there.

It's easy to make people
who don't officially exist disappear.

Can you?

Yes.

Only we've got to catch them
by surprise.

If we let them get away,
it's gonna be very tough.

The place is full of tunnels,

passageways, sewers.

It's like a...

it's like a jungle.

It's really a wonderful place.

Who are you?

Moon Grey.

Oh, yeah,
the reporter girl.

I hear about that on the radio.

You know,
you're really something.

You sure caused a stink.

I was born here in the Bronx.

That's why I get
so worked up about it.

Shh!

Things are looking bad.

If you don't do something down here
to protect yourselves,

you'll be in trouble.

Did you hear that, boys?

We are in trouble.

You think it's funny?

Well, she's right, you shit.

Hey, cut the crap.

What about you?

And your plans to stay out
in the open?

You think you can stop them, huh?

Listen, thief of Baghdad.

You really think you guys
are safe down here?

Baby, they will never
come down here.

They know very well
we'll bust their asses if they do.

Dablone.

Part the waves.
Part the waves, come on.

What is it, honey?

I found this in the tunnel
under the old schoolhouse.

This disinfester
was poking his nose around.

I plugged him.

I did right, didn't I?

Yeah, yeah.

What's eating those guys?

This is the first time
they come here.

They never dared before.

They want to rebuild the Bronx.

You think they'd go ahead
with you jerks down here?

Listen to her, Dablone.
She's got a point.

Right.

Nobody would sit on a john
full of dynamite.

Skyboy-5,
I repeat the message.

Check for hidden entrance
under slaughterhouse,

hidden entrance
under slaughterhouse.

Corner 23-A and 51-A.

Repeat,
corner 23-A and 51-A.

Also, under the stadium locker rooms,
north side, same sector.

Will someone give me a hand
with these goddamn crates?

Just relax, will ya?

- Excuse me, excuse me.
- Get moving with that shit.

And then let them come.
We'll be ready.

Moana, what are you doing here?

Go back outside and keep
your eyes open, understand?

Right.
Okay, boys, 10 minutes.

Hurry up.

Hey, Chuck, put those
out by the entrance, all right?

You're not gonna settle anything
with shooting and killing.

I've tried to make Trash here
realize that, too.

What are we supposed to do?

Tell them, "Come in,
make yourself at home," huh?

No. To lick them, you gotta force
the GC Corporation to negotiate and...

Eh.

- Hey, put those guns over to one side.
- Ali Baba, there's only one way.

That's what I'm doing.

Kidnap their president.

- Kidnap the president?
- Mm-hmm.

Me gusta.
I like it!

But, uh, how can anybody cross New York
without being caught?

It's very risky.

They'll all be against us...
them, the police,

and maybe the National Guard.

You're talking about up above.

What if somebody crawled
all the way underneath the city?

There're people who've done it,
aren't there?

The robbery
of the First National Bank.

Then there was the time
they cleaned out Tiffany's.

They had that crazy Strike
as a guide.

Right.
Isn't he around anymore?

Oh, he's around, all right,
but he will change his hole

for a villa on Long Island.

- Is he hard to find?
- No.

But the hard thing
is to find him in a good mood.

Why?
What if he's in a bad mood?

Then you've got a problem,
a big problem.

Yes.

Yes, of course, Al.

There's nothing in the papers
this morning.

Okay, Al.

I'll go there myself
and see what I can do.

Don't mention it, Al.

It's my pleasure.

Okay.

Bye, Al.

What a mess.

He wants the hospital finished
before the elections.

Well, at least we have
his promise that he'll see

Washington doesn't interfere
in our Bronx business.

Yeah.

But this damn hospital is costing us
all of $80 million.

I don't know who's worse,
the politicians or the gangs.

Listen, I like your style,
but go easy with that thing, huh?

- I gotta see Strike.
- Go back home, fag.

I gotta see Strike!

Gotta my ass.

Only if he'll say okay.

Watch out for the wire.

Boom! Boom!

Strike?

You certainly must've heard
I'm crazy, right?

Sure did.

Heard you're the craziest,
but you're also the greatest.

We need you to kidnap
the president.

- Of the United States?
- No, the GC Corporation.

The pricks wanna kick us
out of the Bronx.

Pfft.

Sure, I heard.
You really think I didn't know?

They're especially out to get you.

And rightly so.

How else could
they have succeeded

with the robbery of the century
without you?

You mean the National Bank job?

And what about Tiffany's?

And how about the time
we emptied Rockefeller Museum?

Oof.

Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

- What's in it for me?
- That's simple.

If they want
their president back,

they have to put things back
the way they were.

The Bronx will be back
in the hands of the gangs,

which means you'll go back
to being the number one guide

for all the big robberies

instead of hiding out down here
scratching your balls.

Huh, I like scratching my balls.

But you got a point there.

Okay, you can count on me.

Get ready, Junior.

We're going on a job.

What do you plan to do
with the kid?

Ah, I wouldn't think
of doing a job without him.

And it's okay by me, honey,
if you really want to bring this, uh...

this useless slob along.

Don't try it again.
I'm a pro.

You sure had me fooled.

Junior.

Now, listen.

It's gonna get much rougher
from here on in,

so be on your guard.

There are more ways to die down here
than there are in a Bruce Lee film.

Each one's on his own.

If anybody gets hurt
or has to stay behind for any reason,

tough shit.

Don't count on help.

Pow!

Who is the boy?

Believe it or not,
he's my son.

And you keep him
buried down here?

Why?
Is up there better?

Moon, let's leave your bag
over there.

Junior, place your charges
about 10 feet apart.

We're going out now.
I've explained everything.

- You know what to do.
- Yeah, okay.

Good luck.

South access blockade active
at 10:24. Over.

- I'm not so sure about this setup.
- What do you mean?

I got 46 men covering
every nook and cranny.

All right.
I'll check back with you later.

Hey, are they gonna bring
that lunch wagon over here

or are we gonna
have to go over there?

They're supposed
to bring it over here.

I hope they held it on time.

Shit. They blocked all the roads
leading to the island.

How do we get in?

We're in already.

Come on.

I'm gonna go across town
to this great bar I know.

English pub.

They got great scotch
and lots of broads.

Hey, what is this, a hen party?
Shape up.

Come on,
you're not on vacation.

Follow me.
We got a job to do.

Hey, they just called.
The lunch wagon's on its way.

Hey, all right! Yay!

They better have some
ham and cheese on that wagon.

- Oh, yeah, sounds yummy.
- Huh?

Ladies and gentlemen,
here we are on East Island

with a beautiful view
of the Manhattan skyline

where the official ceremony for
the commencement of the demolition

of the old, historic Gothic castle
is about to begin.

In its place will be
the new children's hospital.

The helicopter has just landed
and Mr. Henry G. Clark is getting off.

Ready to greet him is New York State
Governor Malcolm Biddle.

Hello, Mr. Clark.
How was your trip?

- Very good, thank you.
- Ah, please come with me.

We have some photographers
waiting here.

They're gonna be
snapping some pictures.

We want New Yorkers to know
who the man is

who's building
their future city for them.

I guess a little notoriety
never hurt anyone.

There may be some questions
as well, if you don't mind.

- No, no, not at all.
- As you have read in the papers,

Mr. Clark, president
and main stockholder

of General Construction Corporation,

has not only donated
the entire island to the state,

but generously agreed to do
the complete razing job free of charge.

- Delta-1, Delta-1.
- Yeah?

- Radio links established.
- Okay. Right.

- Situation?
- Everything here is under control.

Understood.

This is a message
to unit leaders,

message to unit leaders,
until the ceremony is over,

all rivercraft including ferries
are to be kept clear of the island.

Now report your situations.
Sigma-2. Over.

- Area one is covered.
- Roger, Sigma-2.

- Omega-6, come in, please.
- Omega-6.

Squad's in place.
Nothing to report.

- Roger. Able-3?
- Able-3 here.

All units are in place and everything
is well under control, sir.

Checked area four.
We'll move on to area five.

And on behalf
of the General Construction Corporation,

I have the great honor
of asking Governor Biddle

to give the first blow
of the pick.

Thank you very much, Mr. Clark.
I'm very proud.

Ah, that's the way,
Governor Biddle!

The governor has just given
the first symbolic blow of the pick

to the wall of the old building,
marking the beginning of the demolition.

The new children's hospital to be
constructed by Mr. Clark's company

will be styled to blend in
with the "Eighth Wonder" project

for the future... the complete
rebuilding of the Bronx

into a fashionable
residential area.

...the sanitation network
that was one of our campaign promises.

And by God,
we're gonna carry it out.

I'd like to ask
Mr. Clark a question.

Hold on! I believe Mr. Clark
has only time for one or two questions.

Uh-oh. I think we need
a little diversion.

I'll take care of it, Conan.

How?

- I know what to do.
- Go to it.

The Bronx project
is part and parcel of our effort

- to provide the remodernization...
- Guys, they're all lies!

It's about time
the truth was told.

Why don't you ask Clark
what's really going on in the Bronx?

- That nosey crusader again.
- Well, I'll tell ya.

I can tell you because I've seen it
with my own eyes.

People are being slaughtered
in there, exterminated,

and this genocide is being condoned
by our dear governor.

Why don't you admit it,
Governor Biddle?

Why don't you admit that
you're in cahoots with Clark,

that you're giving
GCC carte blanche

- to ensure your reelection.
- Can't you stop her?

- It's an obscene, corrupt plan.
- She's got a gun.

- She's gonna shoot Mr. Clark.
- Killers, murderers and criminals!

Oh, my God!

Protect Mr. Clark!
Get him out of here!

Did you get this!
Are you getting this?

- Oh, man, am I ever.
- No gun, nothing.

- All right, motherfucker, move it.
- She didn't have a gun.

You're blind, buddy.
I saw it myself.

Get that camera outta here
or I'll ram it up your ass.

No!

What?

Will do.
Let's move it!

- Clark's been kidnapped.
- Shit.

This way!

Shit!
Stay where you are.

- Look how he runs.
- He's a fag.

Ugh!

Ah.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Murdering Clark.

Come on,
let's get outta here.

Stay down!

To all emergency units
operating around the Bronx,

President Clark
has been kidnapped.

Repeat, GCC President Clark
has been kidnapped.

Come on.

Go on, go on.

Always me, huh?

Okay.

Skyboy-9 to central,
I may have something. Over.

Go on!

What do you want from me?

- Who are you?
- Shut up!

Squad number two to the sewer system
north of the port.

Squad nine
to the subway tunnel in sector four,

the 125th Street entrance.

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Always last, aren't you?

Deader than a doornail.

The ones who went after them
are all dead, too.

Hello. Wrangler here.

Shift seventh squad to the Bronx
and give me an okay.

You people never learn.
You've got to hit them first.

- Yes, I know, but they're...
- Hello?

Okay.

Intercept them
before they reach the Bronx.

And don't go
the same way they did.

The place is rigged
with explosives.

I'm on my way to the Bronx
to direct operations myself.

Squad four
to emergency exit 1-1-7.

Repeat, 1-1-7.

Squad eight
to emergency exit 3-2-6.

Repeat, 3-2-6.

Beware of possible
dynamite charges.

Wait over there.

Hold it!

Listen,
whatever happens,

I'd like to get something...
something straight between us.

If it's his head,
no way.

You don't really think
that I and I alone

am responsible for all the...
the unpleasant things

that have been going on
in the Bronx, do you?

It's very complicated.
You understand.

The decisions were not all mine.

Yeah, but you're still a wheel,
the king shit.

And a son of a bitch.
So boo!

- So?
- Okay.

Haha! Let's go!
Come on!

Let's move it!

Jesus Christ!

Get back! Get back!

- Get back!
- Ah!

Come on!

Strike!
The bastard got away!

Don't shoot!
It's me, Clark!

Don't shoot!

Am I glad to see you guys.

Get back!

You try that again
and you'll look like a tea strainer.

A hostage is no good dead.

I've gotta be worth something

if they're going through
all that much fuss topside.

Then you know who to root for,
right, Mr. fucking Clark?

'Cause if we make it,
so do you.

They're coming!
They're coming!

Where are they?

- Right now they're in tunnel four.
- Charger set?

- Yeah.
- Okay, let's go!

Come on!

Move!
Come on, will ya?

Send a squad
down the manhole.

Eight didn't get through.
Why waste any more squads?

Because we're leading them
into a trap.

They cannot get out of the Queens sewers
or the Manhattan lines either.

Fine.

I'll be in my office waiting for news,
good or bad.

Hello.
Yes. Wrangler.

What are those idiots doing,
sleeping?

Listen.

I want a squad sent
to the East End sewer now, God damn it!

Wrangler, we're ready
to go down now.

Hurry it up.

What's the delay?
Go down quickly!

There, against the wall!

You guys'll never make it.

Look, if you let me go,
I promise I'll talk...

Shut your damn trap!
We know your fuckin' promises.

Now!

Down there!
Go, go!

Come on, big shot bastard.
Let's go.

Hold it.

Go on!

Hold it.

We're right on top of them.

The fourth squad
is blocking the main exit,

so we've got them trapped.

It's only a matter
of minutes now.

That was a stroke of genius, sir.

Don't congratulate me
too quickly.

These bastards are a race apart...

goddamn hard to kill.

Good boy.

It's easy.

Go ahead, that way.

Let's go! Move!

Pow!

Quick!

Yeah.

Let's go.

I repeat,

if we intercept them,
we've got them.

But if they get under the Bronx
with all those gangs,

I cannot guarantee it.

- You say Mr. Clark is in danger?
- Absolutely.

There's a risk
that they will kill him.

I will talk with you later.

Ah.

No sugar, you idiot!

How many times
do I have to tell you?

No sugar!
It makes me crazy!

Miss Gibbs, take down
a press communique.

Our president,
Mr. Clark,

has been kidnapped
by a group of Bronx criminals.

Their demands are absurd
and unacceptable...

$10 million or they'll kill him
in cold blood.

These are not people
fighting for their homes,

but crooks hungering
after money and blood,

especially blood,

because the time they give us
to collect this enormous sum

is ridiculous,

which they know perfectly well.

They're right on top of us,
that tunnel there.

Okay, go on.

Wait there.

Okay.

Go on!

Fourth squad went off
on the wrong track, sir.

They fell into some kind of trap,

but the fifth squad has them cornered
near the main sewer junction.

This is the end of the line.

If we let them get away
from us this time,

there will not be
a second chance.

Of course, the president.

It was his life
that I was talking about.

Double-check those buildings
on the right.

Four men with me.
Come on.

Hey, they made it.

Here they come
with that prick Clark.

- That goddamn son of a bitch!
- Get him!

All right, that's enough!

What do you think
you're doing?

Get away!
You crazy, huh?

Cabrones!

Stand back!

I'm warning you.

You'll answer for this
before a court of law.

Sure, sure.

Well, guys, you did it.

Nice going, Trash.

Congratulations.

And now, let me see
what a president looks like.

Oh, shit!
He got two arms, two legs.

He's just like us.

So here the motherfucker
finally is.

I'd like to kill him.

Sure, I'd like to cut his throat,

but if I do,
we can't negotiate.

And now,

those bastards up there,
they will listen to us...

if they want their president back.

Dablone! Dablone!

The disinfesters, they're outside,
preparing an all-out attack.

- Keep those stations.
- Yes, sir.

Block all exits
and shoot to kill.

Oh, Mr. Hoffman, you're just in time
for the grand finale.

How long does the gas take
to work?

Oh, about a quarter of an hour.

First, paralysis sets in,
and then death.

It's a pity we have
to sacrifice Mr. Clark.

I'm not so sure about this.

Well, it's up to you,
Mr. Hoffman,

but the president of a corporation
cannot afford to be emotional.

Then go ahead.

And, uh, thank you very much
for your help

in making this terrible decision.

But I get paid for that, too.

We could never justify this
as a corporation,

but now that public opinion

has turned against
the kidnappers and murderers,

it's the only way.

Mr. Clark was already dead anyway,

but this gives us
an alibi to justify...

a reprisal.

What the hell is that?

- Gas! Gas!
- What?

Everybody get outta here!
They're gassing us!

Jesus Christ, get out!
Get out! They're gassing us!

Get outta here!

Don't panic!
Don't panic!

- It's gas!
- Moana, this way!

Trash!
Trash, over here.

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Ah, shit!

Ah!

Go.

Now!

- Where are you going?
- Down Ryan Street.

Hey, look out!

This way!

Come on.

Now.

Come on.

Cover us!

Ah!

Wrangler, where are you?
It's me, Clark!

Wrangler, it's me, Clark!

Zebra-1 to Wrangler.
I just see Mr. Clark, sir.

- Where?
- Right here.

He just came out of E-6 exit.

I'll take care of it personally.

How?

Don't worry.

Our way.

Mr. Wrangler.

All I can say is
I'm very, very happy to see you.

Me, too, sir.

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Well, that's taken care of.

Soon the rest will be over, too.

See you later, Mr. Wrangler.

See you, Mr. President.

Over there.

- You all right, hero?
- All right, Big Little Man.

- Thanks.
- Good luck.

Damn!

Ah!

Pa.

Let's go back down.

I don't like it here at the top.

Trash.

Come with us.

Pow!

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