I'm not a fool, Plissken. [He puts his glasses on, leans forward; reading Plissken's file] S.D. Plissken... American, Lieutenant: Special Forces Unit "Black Light". Two Purple Hearts, Leningrad and Siberia. Youngest man to be decorated by the President. Then you robbed the Federal Reserve Depository... life sentence, New York maximum security penitentiary. [puts down the papers he has read; to Plissken, directly] I'm ready to kick your ass out of the world, war hero...
Who're you?
Hauk, [takes his glasses off and sets them down on his desk] Police Commissioner.
Special Forces Unit "Texas Thunder"... we heard of you too, Plissken.
I have a deal for you. [he opens a drawer on his desk and takes out a certificate] You'll receive full pardon for every criminal action you've committed in the United States. [lays the certificate on the desk; stiffly] There was an accident. About an hour ago, a small jet went down inside New York City. The President was on board.
That's not funny, Plissken. You go in, find the President, bring him out in 24 hours, and you're a free man.
24 hours, huh?
I'm making you an offer.
Bullshit!
Straight, just like I said.
I'll think about it.
No time. Give me an answer.
We're still at war, Plissken. We need him alive.
I don't give a **** about your war... or your president.
Is that your answer?
I'm thinking about it.
Think hard.
You flew the Gullfire over Leningrad. You know how to get in quiet. You're all I got.
I guess I go in one way or the other... doesn't mean shit to me. All right... I'll do it. Give me the pardon paper.
When you come out.
Before.
I told you I wasn't a fool, Plissken.
Call me Snake.