Letras
In twenty-two hours, the Hartford Summit meeting will be over
China and the Soviet Union will go back home. Now, the
President was on his way to this summit when his plane went
Down. He has a briefcase attached to his wrist. The tape
Recording inside has to reach Hartford in twenty-two hours
What's on it?
You know anything about nuclear fusion?
Alright
It's the survival of the human race, Plissken
Something you don't give a shit about
I'm going to inject you. It'll sting for a second or two
That's it, Plissken. Tell him
Tell me what?
That idea you had about turning the Gulf fire around
A hundred and eighty degrees and flying off to Canada
What did you do to me, asshole?
My idea, Plissken. Something we've been fooling around with. Two
Microscopic capsules lodged in your arteries. They're already
Starting to dissolve. In twenty-two hours, the cores will completely
Dissolve. Inside the cores are a heat-sensing charge. Not a large
Explosive, about the size of a pinhead. Just big enough to open up
Both your arteries. I'd say you'd be dead in ten or fifteen seconds
Can they come out now?
They're protected by the cores. Fifteen minutes before the
Last hour's up, we can neutralize the charge with X-rays
We'll burn out the charges if you have the President
What if I'm a little late?
No more Hartford Summit, and no more Snake Plissken
When I get back, I'm going to kill you
The Gulf fire's waiting