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- Stop it, what are you doing?

Leave him alone.

- Keep out of this, sweetheart.

It's state business.

- What do you mean?

Let me go.

- Friend of yours is he?

Your lover?

- No, of course not.

I've never seen him before.

- Then why are you so upset?

- I'm not, but you don't have to be so brutal.

- Then why did he come here?

You're a sympathiser, are you?

- No, let me go, please.

- But why did he come in here?

- I don't know.

- I think you'd better come with us

and answer a few questions.

- This is Radio Freedom.

Every day more and more of us are being sent to the camps,

more and more of us disappear or die.

The government calls us traitors or deviants,

because we oppose its ideology.

And then it tries to wipe us out

because we believe that we have the right to be ourselves.

Then it justifies its policies

by talking of work ethic, community obedience,

social conformity.

But what it's really saying is accept slavery or die.

The time has come to fight back.

God don't give up, don't give up.

Fight for yourself, fight for your children

and fight for .

- Where are we?

- Like I've been drugged.

- Keeps you from knowing where ya are.

- We're on our way to a re-ed camp, aren't we?

- Yeah.

They're going to make obedient little citizens out of us.

- Who are?

What do you mean?

- Society.

- But I've never been against society.

I didn't do anything.

I shouldn't be here.

- Honey, they put ya here.

That means you belong here.

You might as well make the best of it.

I don't belong here either.

Except some asshole turned me in for being a whore.

Which I am not.

But that doesn't mean a damn to them.

- Well, well, well, what do we have here?

Come on boys and girls.

Come on my children.

Come out.

Don't be bashful.

Greet the day.

You too, come, over here.

Come, come, come.

Right over here my darling.

That's it.

Come out.

And you too my little flower.

Come out.

Now.

Please.

Come out my darling.

That's fine.

- Hey Griff!

Fresh meat.

- There we are.

Now over.

Over just a bit.

As long as you obey and just do as you're told...

Ah, you'll keep lad. I'll come back and see you.

Little flower.

You understand what I'm saying?

Head down, ass up, that's what it is.

- I'll kill that bastard one day.

- Keep working.

- Yes sir.

- There we are.

As long as you do what you're told.

Do what you're told, if you know what I mean.

Huh?

As long as you obey you will learn.

The sooner you learn the sooner you will get outta here.

Do I make myself clear?

Do I?

Now move it.

Over.

You must obey me and every other guard in this camp.

Without question.

Everything that happens here is for your own good.

One day you understand.

- More trash for you to take care of Charles?

- Uh huh.

Rook takes bishop, check.

- Ah.

Your strategy has improved since my last visit, Charles.

You seem to be leading me on more.

- Like you, I enjoy a good contest.

- Yes, I must say I'm quite looking forward

to your little game.

An unusual... sacrifice?

- I thought you'd appreciate it, Mr. Secretary.

A chance to get away from your office for a little sport

and still carry out your inspection programme.

- Oh yes, yes, the programme.

Damn deviants are everywhere.

Misfits and troublemakers think they can do what they want.

I can tell you now, camps are busting at the seams.

I don't know how we're going to handle them all.

Of course, you don't have

that over crowding problem, do you?

- Certainly not.

No, I find many uses for them.

If you see one you can use, just ask for her.

- Hmm?

Yes, that one there,

the one with the long, dark hair.

She's rather nice, hmm?

Quite... vulnerable, don't you know?

- Getting a bit hot, my little flower, is it?

Are you starting to wilt?

I'll tell you what. Maybe we better take off our,

our hot clothes.

Or perhaps you'd like to have a drink.

- No please.

- This oughta be fun to watch.

In order to be a toad in these places

you gotta give up your balls.

- You mean toads can't do it.

- Yeah.

He's just dreaming.

Didn't you notice he walked funny?

Cut 'em right off.

Supposed to make 'em meaner.

It just gets 'em real frustrated.

- Maybe you would like to do it for her, son.

It's your turn, son.

Now.

Head down, ass up.

- All right wise-ass. Make your move.

Come on.

- All deviants assemble immediately

in centre compound.

All deviants assemble immediately in centre compound.

All deviants assemble immediately in centre compound.

All deviants assemble immediately in centre compound.

- Welcome.

I've been expecting you.

I am Charles Thatcher, your camp master.

You must be Chris Walters.

Seems you've been upsetting some of the wrong people.

- But I-

- Make damn sure you don't upset me.

And you would be Rita Daniels.

Yes, you'll get on here very well I'm sure.

Paul Anders. Re-ed Camp 42 escaped.

Camp 70 released on forged papers.

B-Mod Urban Centre Six, escaped.

You've acquired quite a reputation, haven't you?

- Read a lot about you too, Thatcher.

Supposed to run a tough camp.

- I get results.

You are now among a select group.

You have been chosen to take part in a special programme here.

And you are indeed fortunate.

By the time you have completed your stay,

whenever that may be,

we will have provided you

with the necessary attitude for advancement.

We will make certain that you have ample opportunity

for self improvement.

And all we require is that you obey a few simple rules.

I'm sure that you will quickly learn the routine

from the others.

Mr. Ritter, their first lesson.

- All right bitch.

Sing out.

- Sir, I'm a deviant, the lowest form of life on Earth.

- Ha!

- The Re-education and, and Behaviour Modification Centre

is my salvation.

Sir, I'm a deviant, the lowest form of life on Earth.

I will obey, obey the state, my parents and you, sir.

Sir, I'm a deviant, the lowest form of life on Earth.

I will learn to be an asset to society.

Sir, I am,

I'm a

- What?

- I will.

- We are all part of a great society.

One which is the product of many generations of thought.

While it is true that in the past mistakes have been made,

we now know that this society depends upon

the wholehearted cooperation of every one of its members.

- Please, no.

- There is no room for shirkers, malcontents or deviants.

And we are here to help you regain your rightful places

in that great society.

Freedom is obedience, obedience is work,

work is life.

That's all Mr. Ritter.

- All right!

Everybody back to the dormitories.

On the double.

- Do you want me to bury her, Mr. Ritter?

- She ain't dead yet, Dodge.

- I could do it anyway.

- Have a good day.

- Bastard.

- Some of the jobs you will be asked to do

may seem pointless and unproductive.

However you must learn to do them willingly

because the programme has been devised for your own good.

Your re-education depends on your unquestioning acceptance

of any and every order given by the state.

You must learn to walk before you can run.

And only when you can respond automatically to discipline

will you be fit to take your places again

in our great society.

Never forget, freedom is obedience,

obedience is work, and work is life.

- We'll never finish the basket if you don't hurry up.

Come on.

Aw, cut it out.

You're messing up my work!

- Why are you here?

- Because you are going to listen and answer my questions.

- You already know my answers.

- Mm, you should trust me.

I could set you free.

- But you won't.

- It's a possibility.

- You could kill me.

- That is another one.

- But you'd rather see me crawl.

- That's who I am, who are you?

- I'm the one you can't break.

I'm what you've been afraid of all your life.

- I'm afraid of nothing.

- You're afraid of failing.

I'm not gonna play your games.

- Oh yes you are.

You are.

Promiscuity among deviants,

while not encouraged, is permitted within reason.

However, pregnancy is a punishable of fence.

Deviants may not reproduce until their deviation is purged

and they have been readmitted to society.

Pregnant females will be aborted and then sterilised.

Males deviants responsible for such pregnancies

will be castrated.

Venereal disease in either sex is a punishable of fence.

And homosexuality is a capital crime.

- So that's the way it is, see?

Whatever they say you do.

If they say frog, you jump.

You don't stop to ask how high.

- What they did this morning,

when they beat up that girl, for nothing.

- You ain't been listening, kid.

They don't need no reasons.

They do it 'cause they want to.

For them it's fun.

- But if you do what they say, they let you out?

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

A lot of Thatcher's deviants never get outta here.

Except carried out the back way.

Me?

I've been here a long time.

And I know everything that goes on.

There ain't nothing that goes on in here

that Dodge don't know.

- Hey Dodge, tell me something.

If you're so smart, how come you're still here?

- I'm getting out soon.

I've got it all planned.

- You going to bed smelling like a dead fish?

- II can't go in there.

Not with them.

- Oh honey, there's a few things

you've gotta learn real quick.

First off, there's only a couple ways out of here.

And one of them ain't by playing a sweet little girl.

Look what happened to you and that guard this morning.

You certainly do have all the right equipment

and you'd better be ready to use it.

Now listen. I'm gonna give a quick lesson

on how to survive this dump.

- When assembled it has three moving parts.

A self contained gas supply,

which will propel a paralysing hypo dart

at 400 metres, give or take 1% accuracy.

Mr. Mallory's going to licence it for his department.

After a little test.

- 32 seconds.

You manipulate it well, my dear.

Like part of your body.

- It is my own design.

- Yes, a very nice piece.

Serviceable, well contoured, good feel.

Perhaps just a trifle large in the bore.

- It's been my experience, Charles,

that it's less the size of one's gun that counts.

More the skill with which it's used.

- It is also true, Thatcher,

that the bore is only as large as is necessary

to fit the right load.

- And what did you bring for the hunt, Tito?

Something excessive I imagine.

- Of course, my dear.

After all, excess is what makes life worth living.

For people like us.

- I'm on garden detail, okay?

- God, what did they do to you?

- Nothing much.

Just a little attitude adjustment.

- I'd like to thank you for what you did this morning.

I mean if it hadn't have been for you, I-

- I just let him know I wouldn't take their shit.

It didn't have anything to do with you.

- But we're supposed to do what they say.

- No you don't.

You fight back.

- That's crazy.

They'll kill you.

- Thatcher doesn't want me dead.

He wants me broken.

- Paul, please.

Please don't make them hurt you anymore.

- Why do you care what they do to me?

- Why did you care about me, this morning?

- Thatcher I'm sure I needn't impress upon you

how important it is that our guests have a successful hunt.

Important that is, for your career.

- Oh everything's being well taken care of.

I shall see to it personally they choose suitable targets.

- Yes, I think your little, um.. turkey shoot

will be well appreciated in the right quarters.

I commend your imagination.

- All thanks to you.

To your advancement.

- And yours.

- What about this one?

Very physical and as you can see, resourceful.

Could give one of you a good run.

- Hmm, he's very tempting,

but I think I'll stay with my original choice.

The small slimy one.

He should squirm very nicely.

- Stiff Griff.

- Mr. Mallory?

- No, not for me.

I still want that girl.

- Mm, could be an interesting change.

No, I see no real satisfaction there.

Show me something else please.

- You're a difficult woman to satisfy, Jennifer.

- As you well know, Charles.

- Some of the older inhabitants

will know what to expect now.

For the newcomers, I suggest you watch carefully

and learn by example.

One of you has been foolish enough to try to leave us

before his re-education was completed.

In my view this is treason and will be treated as such.

You will remember our motto -

Freedom is obedience. Obedience is work.

Work is life.

Well now understand once and for all

that the reverse is also true.

Disobedience is treason.

Treason is a crime.

Crime will be punished.

Over to you, Mr. Ritter.

- What the hell's going on?

- Another one of Thatcher's ball games.

- Ball game?

- You ain't never seen a game like this before.

Can't you smell the gas?

- All right, everybody.

It's play time.

Is everybody ready?

- Yes.

- Is everybody ready?

- Yes.

- All right,

Play ball.

Pick 'em up, boy.

You know how the game is played.

You get out there, boy, and give me 100%.

Hey, come on, boy.

Hey, come on, pick 'em up, boy.

Come on fellas, give him a hand.

Come on.

Help him along there, boys.

Hey, right down the centre boy, right down the centre.

Come on Larry, catch this Larry, help him out.

That's a boy.

Hey.

Hey fella.

Hey you wanna make it super cool or what?

Come on, get up fella.

You're never gonna get there this way boy.

That's it.

Come on fellas, now give him a hand.

- I want you to watch, Chris.

Watch.

- Give him a hand, that's it.

Good.

- That's what they believe in.

Fear.

That's what they want us to be, too scared to think.

- Oh, butterfingers.

Pick it up, man.

- Do nothing but obey.

Look at 'em.

There's your society.

- Are you gonna keep dragging like this, boy

or are you gonna get right outta the stampede and all that.

Hey come on.

- No.

Not any more.

Not for me.

- All right. Touch down.

- Suckers!

- Beats the hell out of network television.

- All right, my children, this need not concern you.

Continue with your sweet dreams.

And you, you think we're gonna pay a visit

to your girlfriend.

Each of us.

One at a time.

And I'm gonna be first.

Enjoy.

Enjoy.

And now my little flower, yes,

I'm gonna taste your honey.

No, don't leave.

Stay with me.

You can make it hard or you can take it easy.

You're gonna like Red.

Come to me my little flower.

Ah yes.

Yes.

Oh yes.

- Ha!

Hey, hey Red.

She's reserved for someone important.

And he don't like his goods tampered with.

Go find yourself someone else.

Come on, let's go.

- Come on.

- Hmm.

May I?

- Yes of course.

Anyone you like.

- Oh, quite instant, hmm?

- Leaves them alive, but not kicking.

- Remote control, 20 calibre.

- Yeah.

Two on each tower.

And there's always guards on the gates and on the armoury.

- Sounds like you thought about

giving Thatcher's tours a try.

- Maybe.

Busted out a tighter lock ups than this.

- Me too.

Why don't we break outta this one?

- I will.

In my own time.

- What is it?

- A freak.

I found him in a circus.

- Don't worry, my dear.

He has already eaten.

I promised you I'd bring something excessive.

- Oh yes, it's real.

- I'm sure it is.

- These are genuine too.

Daniels. Dodge.

Walters.

Well go on, take them.

They're your freedom.

Tomorrow you can walk out through that gate

and never come back.

You'll be legal.

- Like I said, Thatcher, you can't be trusted.

- It's really quite simple.

All you have to do is lead my guests on a chase for one day.

A little sport.

- I get it.

A little hunt.

- You could call it that.

- You're going to kill us?

- Not necessarily.

You might survive.

And if you do, you'll be free.

- They'll have weapons, won't they?

- Of course.

- And what'll we have?

- Time.

A head start.

- No deal. - Paul!

I can't last much longer in here.

At least this way there's a chance.

- It's a setup, Chris.

- There are rules, it'll be fair.

If you are still free at sundown then the hunt will end.

You can go on your way and no one will bother you.

- If we're still alive.

- What if we don't go?

- Then you will, I assure you, remain in this camp forever.

- All right Thatcher, but if you really want your guests

to have a good time, make it interesting.

Give us something to fight back with.

- No.

- Then I want at least three hours' head start.

- You shall have that much.

- And I want Gryphon with us.

- You can keep Dodge.

- I don't need you anyway.

Dodge don't need nobody.

- Gryphon has already been rejected.

Dodge must be included.

Tomorrow morning then.

- I'm gonna be waiting for you, Thatcher.

- I'm counting on that.

- You too, Ritter!

Just you and me, huh?

Ah, not 'til tomorrow.

Rules, remember?

- Now remember, you only have your own targets,

So, no poaching.

- I see you have your excesses as well, my dear.

So many shafts and hens.

- They all have their uses.

This one goes in very easily.

But it's very difficult to tear out.

- And this black one here?

- They explode.

- And how about the white one?

- Let me show you.

{maniacal laughing)

- Do we really have a chance?

- Sure we do.

We stick together, we'll make it.

- They're letting me outta here tomorrow morning.

Like I said before, there ain't no camp that can hold Dodge.

I've even got me an ID.

I'm gonna walk out that gate tomorrow morning

and kiss you suckers goodbye.

But I ain't scared.

I've been through worse before.

Besides, I've even got me an edge.

- You thieving little bastard!

- Hey, you can't tough me.

I'm valuable.

Thatcher wants me.

You're just a fucking freak.

You're stupid, I'm gonna be free.

I've got an ID.

- Get off me.

Get off me.

You're just gonna rot here like all the others.

- Go on, get in there.

All right, hold it right there.

You are becoming a damned nuisance.

And tomorrow I'll pull the trigger.

All right, time to go.

No, no, no, no.

One at a time.

Half hour intervals.

You go first.

- You bastard.

- Goodbye, Chris.

- Move it!

- Chris, run!

I'll catch up with you later.

- I wouldn't count on that.

You go last.

You're up early.

- I didn't wanna miss the start.

Whose target's the big one?

- Mine.

- Now that's not very sporting of you.

I thought you said only one apiece.

- Gryphon is not for sport.

He's for execution.

Would you like some breakfast?

- Dodge!

- Mr. Ritter.

- You're next.

- No no, that's not fair.

- Piss off.

- Maybe ['ll stay.

Thanks for having me, Mr. Thatcher.

Bye, Mr. Ritter.

- Okay Giriff, you're next.

- Move.

Ill be looking for you.

- Please do.

- All right, Rita.

Go.

Okay asshole, go.

- Thatcher asked me to work him down the south track.

I'll see ya at the finish.

- This way, sir.

- Oh shit.

- Now Alph, let's make the game more interesting.

Show me his foot.

- No no, no.

No no no, no no, don't, please.

- Let's see, big toe?

No, no, no.

That would impair his speed too much.

The little one Alph, the little one.

- No no, no no no, don't, don't do it.

Please don't.

- Ugly little morsel, isn't it?

All right Alph?

Good.

Tea break's over.

- I hope you fucking choke, you oaf.

I'll go back to the camp.

I'll do anything.

Why are you doing this to me?

- Let's give him a head start.

- No, too easy.

- God damn you, Thatcher!

Fucking pig!

- Red, this is Thatcher, do you receive me?

Over.

- Mr. Thatcher, I found tracks.

Over.

- Is it Gryphon?

- It looks like him.

Over.

- Well done Red, keep after him.

Get him out in the open for me.

Over and out.

- You got it, Mr. Thatcher.

Help Mr. Thatcher, he's got me.

Oh Christ almighty.

- Fuck you, you bastard.

- Oh, oh god dammit help me.

- Red, do you receive me?

Over.

The old bastard.

- Griff!

Where did you get that?

- I took it.

- You mean.

Christ.

Griff, let me come with you.

- No way.

- But you've got a gun.

We'd have a chance.

- Oh for Christ's sake, grow up, will ya?

None of us had a chance when we were picked

to play Thatcher's fucking game.

- Look, we just have to stay alive until sunset.

- Bullshit!

- It's true, Thatcher said so.

He said no one would touch us.

- Oh Christ, if you believe that

you'll believe anything.

Anyway I wasn't included in that deal.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Attack is the best form of defence.

I'm gonna take as many of the bastards with me as I can.

- Griff, please take me with you.

Don't leave me here.

- I can't take you with me, Rita.

Look, you stand some sort of chance

if you play your cards right.

But I was dead as soon as I left the camp.

- Griff, please.

- Good luck.

- I don't wanna run anymore.

Oh, I'll go back to the camp.

I'll do anything.

I'll tell Mr. Thatcher I'm sorry.

Please, I can't hobble away from the jungle.

- Red, this is Thatcher.

Do you receive me?

Over.

- No!

Oh no no, no no!

- Over there I think Alph.

- No!

Put me down. No.

I'll go back now.

No, no no!

- That's enough, Alph.

He's no fun anymore.

Finish him off and let's go and find some more game.

- No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Don't you kill him, Jennifer.

He's my target.

- Dammit!

You bloody filthy bitch.

- Oh she, she couldn't have come along this way.

Nobody's used this trail.

- Don't worry, Mr. Mallory,

we don't have to track your turkey.

I know exactly where she's headed.

- We've lost her, dammit.

- Don't worry, sir, I'll find her for you.

- Well you'd better, Ritter.

If you're expected to get Thatcher's job

you'll need my help.

- Campmaster, sir, me?

- I've had my eye on you.

I like your style.

If I had more men like you in the department

I wouldn't have all these problems

with these blasted deviants.

- Yes, sir.

Kill 'em.

No fancy stuff, just kill 'em all.

- The ultimate solution.

You're a sharp man, Ritter.

- Thank you, sir.

Anything you want sir, just let me know.

- Just find the girl.

- Yes, sir.

- Ritter, when I'm finished with her, she's yours.

- Thank you, sir.

I see her.

I think I know where she's going.

- Right.

- You were right, Charles.

He was resourceful.

- He was a fool, like all of them.

- Atrophy?

- A lesson.

- What about the other one?

- You worry about your own target, my dear.

I'll take care of Mr. Anders in my own good time.

- Oh my god.

Red, you stupid pecker.

Now what the hell are you doing hanging around out here.

Don't worry pal, I'll soon have you down

and send you home to Mama.

- Ow.

- There you go.

All right, that should

Oh shit!

- Jesus Christ.

- Bastards.

Fucking bastards.

- Put him against the tree, Alph.

Hold him still Alph.

I'll cut him down to size.

Alph!

Alph!

Get outta the way!

Oh shit.

You won't get far!

- She's in there?

- Yes, sir.

I'll search around the back way and send her out

all hot and ready.

- You bitch!

- Chris!

Let's go, come on.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on.

- Help, help me.

Help, help!

Help me.

Help.

- Ah, there's no way out, little one.

The chase is over.

Mm.

I've been looking for you for a long, long time.

Ah ah!

I'm going to make you feel

like you've never felt before.

- God damn.

It's an island.

There never was any way out.

- All right, asshole.

It's just you and me.

- Run.

Run Chris, run!

Run!

Go hide, run, run.

Come on, fat man.

- You are next, bitch.

- Come on.

- I gotta take my time with you, boy.

Oh yeah.

- Come on, you big piece of shit.

- Hey.

- Come on.

Come on.

- You come to me, boy.

- Come on.

Come on you got balls?

I heard they cut "em off.

- Oh really?

- Come on.

- You come to me.

- Come on you piece of shit.

- I'm gonna fuck your ass, boy.

- Huh? - You're gone boy.

- Come on. - Come on.

- Come on you big piece of-

{punch thuds)

Chris!

Chris, Chris.

Wait!

Wait dammit.

Look at me.

Chris, listen to me.

We can't quit now.

Because if we quit now, everything we believe in dies.

No.

We gotta keep going.

- Open season.

Run, you little bastards.

Go and run.

- It's our only chance.

We've got to draw him off.

I'll get him from behind.

Go on, go go!

Go!

- Thatcher to control.

- Receiving you, Mr. Thatcher.

Over.

- Leave squad five on the gate.

Send everybody else up here to the cane field.

- On their way. - Right.

Jennifer.

- Who's that?

- It's Mallory.

- God you are in trouble.

- You okay?

- Fine.

- What about the girl?

Thank God something's gone right.

- No thanks to you.

- What?

You're a fool Charlie.

- Where are you going?

- To do what you should be doing.

- This is Thatcher.

The hunt is over.

Shoot on sight, shoot to kill.

- Okay, it's ready now.

This is the trigger.

Just push on it, okay?

You got it?

Okay, let's go.

Come on.

- Get them, get them!

- Shoot!

Shoot now!

Dammit, just shoot now.

It's now or never.

You're free!

Grab any weapon you can!

Go on everybody, go, go!

- Roger one.

- Blue leader to Strike Force 1.

Re-ed Camp 47 has signalled red alert.

Make contact and investigate.

If Camp 47 is no longer under deep departmental control,

carry out standing order seven.

Wipe out.

Repeat, wipe out.

- Grab a weapon. Get to Thatcher's house

and knock out the communication console.

Hurry, I'll wait here for you.

Okay, everybody grab as many weapons

and as much ammunition as you can get.

Grab it, hurry.

And then gather around the gate here.

Thatcher's on his way back.

- Strike Force One to Thatcher.

Urgently require confirmation

Camp 47 is still under your control.

Wipe out schedule in eight minutes, 30 seconds.

Urgent and vital you advise your status.

Otherwise wipe out is irrevocable.

Strike Force One to Thatcher.

Come in please.

Over.

- Too late, little one.

I've already called for wipe out.

Any minute now this camp'll be in cinders.

- 10-4 to Security 4.

- Blue leader to Strike Force 1.

Proceed with wipe out.

Target t-minus six minutes, 10 seconds.

- You'll be safe with me.

I'll take good care of you.

- Thatcher's gonna be coming back.

So head for the mountains, understand?

For the mountains.

- Go on, go!

- Thatcher!

Move it, move it, go!

Get to the mountain, move!

Fall back.

Fall back.