In 22 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 the summit when his plane went down. He has a briefcase attached to his wrist. The tape recording inside has to reach Hartford in 22 hours.
What's on it?
You know anything about nuclear fusion?
No.
The survival of the human race, Plissken. Something you don't give a shit about.
[approaches Snake with two injection guns]
I'm going to inject you. It will sting for a second.
[Cronenberg places both guns on the side of Snake's neck and injects him, producing a loud bang]
That's it, Plissken.
Tell him.
Tell me what?
That idea you had about turning the Gullfire around 180 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 22 hours, the cores will completely dissolve. Inside the cores are a heat-sensing charge. Not a large explosion, about the size of a pinhead, just big enough to open up both of your arteries. I'd say you'd be dead in 10-15 seconds...
They're protected by the cores. Fifteen minutes before the last hour is up, we can neutralize the charge with X-rays.
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 Gullfire's waiting.
