Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

draw.
Talk, gringo, or I'll rip your balls off.
Swear to God, Eddie.
We're throwing out the trash.
These are no good.
"Silence Is Golden, No?"
- Yeah. - Me, too?
Just passing through.
Shut-down - 25 minutes.
Mr President.
500 extra rounds.
Hands on switches and counting.
Get vaxxed?
He did it.
Commander, we're receiving reports.
Four minutes.
Cuervo Jones is holding all the cards now, sir.
I used to see you a lot when I surfed, on the Police Channel.
Hey, did you find Cuervo, man?
Hey, Snake, what are you doing here anyway?
It's pretty neat, huh? It's Cuervo's car. He lets me use it.
The City of L.A. Can FUCKIN' Kill anybody!!!
Wait a minute.
Save it for when it counts.
This is serious, Plissken.
Kill him...
and bring me the real unit.
Where'd you get these rigs, Carjack?
Listen, Malloy. This guy's got more heat around him than the President.
What do I look like, a fucking tour guide?
All right, now this is set.
Get inside the chopper. It's bulletproof.
Of course, there is an antidote,
I don't need to know your problems, I just want my black box.
Bangkok rules?
We don't even know if he knows how to work the goddam thing.
This is the only free zone left... anywhere.
Still packing a gun between your legs.
- We're almost set up, Cuervo. - Good.
Maybe... maybe they're all dead.
three, two, one!
I think we're lost.
Plissken.
You are Snake Plissken, aren't you?
Really.
Disappear.
You're pretty far out, Snake. I mean, cool.
You are now entering the deportation centre.
Your countdown clock has now terminated function. Your time is up.
By the way,
I'd love to take care of you...
We'll have to start all over again.
The United States Police Force, like an army,
I expect that back, Eddie.
- You got it... Snake. - One question.
An immediate answer.
Somehow, Cuervo Jones managed to tap into the VR master data bank.
That's how I was when they first deported me.
Put that black box in my hand, and you're a free man.
Take the wrong street, you're dead.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
For God's sakes, don't do it, Snake!
You're just a chump like the rest of us. No deal!
It's true. I represented the guy who invented it.
Which way to the Hollywood Bowl?