President:
All right, I've heard enough. Would you explain to this foot soldier why he's going to do what we tell him to do.
Snake Plissken:
What's he talking about?
Malloy:
The Plutoxin Seven virus.
Brazen:
Genetically engineered. 100% pure death.
Malloy:
It starts with a slight headache, then turns into a fever that gets worse. After a short time, you crash. You bleed out like a stuck pig. Not a pretty sight.
Snake Plissken:
I get it. You figure that you inject that shit into me, and under the threat of death, I'll do whatever you say... just like in New York.
Malloy:
You got it... Snake!
Snake Plissken:
One question: which one of you assholes gets to die trying to stick me?
Malloy:
You don't understand. It's already in you.
[Snake looks down at his hand, where it was scratched earlier]
Brazen:
Catches on quick, doesn't he?
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