All language subtitles for Nirvana.1997.576p.BluRay.AAC5.1.x264-MH.en

That's the question, Jimi.

Why am I here and not elsewhere?

Maybe Lisa needs Jimi

and Jimi needs Lisa.

But love is something other
than need or dependence.

Love is love and that's all.

You shouldn't expect
anything in exchange.

But we...

Are we still in love, Jimi?

What's Lisa doing here?

Lisa had been gone for a year

and I was sailing on
dark seas again.

Other times I'd gotten out.

But this time there were
no stars to guide me.

Maybe it's never happened to you.

You wake up in the morning

and all you want is
to sink back into the darkness.

Preferably dreamless.

Anyway, not to start living again.

I don't know where
you are right now.

But try to imagine:

Your blood has grown thick.

Your thoughts lie on the ground

like dead birds.

Your breath is suspended.

Okosama Starr could go fuck itself.

No point denying it: I was lost.

Now I'm sliding.

The program's loading data

rush by the edge
of my field of vision.

I sit here in this hotel room,

and I wait.

The Indian virus
hasn't been fed in yet.

Even though I know all this
could kill me, I feel calm.

Besides, we're still on the runway,

we haven't started to fly yet.

The Chelsea Hotel, room 717.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve

and I just can't believe

that it all began
only two days ago.

Yes?

Who are you?

Who are you? You called me.

My name's Solo.

I found your number in my pocket and
I called you, but I don't know you.

I don't even know what I'm doing
here, I don't even know who I am!

- I don't remember a thing.
- Let me see you.

You're the Italian who was at
Chung Li's restaurant yesterday.

- Very likely.
- I gave you my number, remember?

No.

I remember that phrase,
you've said it to me before.

Listen, I don't know what you're on
and I don't want to know.

If you want some fun with a hometown
girl, call when you come down.

- I only cost 50,000 akus.
- Keep talking.

Keep talking, it's as if
I've already heard you say it all.

I found you, Spaghetti,

Score one for me.

Wait!

NORTHERN AGGLOMERATION
THREE DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Nirvana:

the new game by Jimi Dini

set on the outskirts
of the Agglomeration.

Directly into your minds

from Okosama Starr Games.

I've got to go, Jimi.

It's best for both of us.

Life has started moving fast,
and I don't understand anything.

All that mattered to me

was that you were happy.

Only now I'm starting
to wonder who I am.

It's 8 p.m. Jimi.

Your house wishes you good evening

and reminds you that
you have 3 days from now

to deliver the new game
to Okosama Starr.

Dinner is ready.

I'm not hungry.

You requested to dine at this hour.

The beer is chilled properly.

No, thank you.

Do you want me to draw your bath?

I don't want to take a bath.
Turn on the TV.

Maybe you will want
to take a bath later.

You're so stubborn! I don't know,
I'll tell you when. Turn on the TV!

I am only trying to be useful.

Now you have less than
3 days to deliver Nirvana.

Fuck off.

Thank you. If you decide to take
a bath, let me know in advance,

I don't work miracles.
There's someone at the door.

- Who is it?
- I'm the taxi driver.

- Red Crow.
- Let him in.

Sorry I'm late, the traffic's hell.

It's all right.

Here.

Liquid marijuana, "premier cru".

All right.

Three vials.

I'd do anything to live uptown.

So whatever you need...
Anything...

CR 610.

Red Crow six-one-zero,
as they call me.

I prefer 610.

All right.

Hook me up to Nirvana.

Don't you want to take
a hot bath first?

I already said no!

Hook me up to Nirvana and shut up.

Who are you?

Who are you? You called me.

My name's Solo.

I had your number in my pocket...
We've seen each other before,

Let me see you.

You're the Italian who was at
Chung Li's restaurant yesterday.

I gave you my number, remember?

All this has already happened.

There's something weird.

Someone's about to pop out.

- See?
- I found you, Spaghetti.

I'm scoring this point.

Wait!

I know what you're about to do.

You point your pistol,

squeeze the trigger and shoot me.

- How do you know?
- It's already happened!

You've already come up the stairs,
I was telling Maria.

You've already aimed your gun and
killed me. I've been dead before.

Then you know how it will end.

Score one for me.

I don't think so.

Shit!

Solo!

Come closer.

Let me see you.

Come closer.

What's going on?

Now I get it.

How awful!

Open the window.

Put your hand in your right pocket.

Read the note.

The note you're holding, read it.

Read the note!

What's he doing?

Who are you?

I know someone's there.

What's he doing?

Who's there?

Tell me who you are.

I figured it out.

Speak to me!

Let me know you're there.
Tell me I'm right.

- Pick up the gun.
- No, I won't.

I don't want to play.

Let me hear you, tell me your name,
you must have a name!

I knew it!

What the fuck's going on?

I checked the circuits
in your console.

- There's a virus, I'm sorry.
- What virus?

Yes, I heard.

- What's it done?
- It's infected the main character.

It's given him an awareness,
now he's playing on his own

and he's not responding to commands
as if he had a life of his own.

Of his own, my ass!

Do you know what it's like being
a character in a video game, Jimi?

Your name's Jimi, right?

You and me have got to talk.
I have to talk to you.

He knew he'd never
get out of there,

that his life was
a copy of reality.

He looked me in the face
from his game world,

but reality can't stand
being looked in the eye.

That's why
the mind can't cope with it.

It's a nightmare,
I don't want to stay here!

I deliver my games.

One every year.

And they give me lots
of money in exchange.

It's my life,

it's all I know how to do.

It's the life you chose.

Who says it's real?

Look around you.

I'm sure you've got lots of
nice things, a nice house...

What if everything
you see didn't exist?

If it was like here,
if you were like me...

You know the only thing
I can't do in here?

Stop playing.

But you can.

So stop playing.

If you can stop it means you're free.

Delete me, Jimi.

You still here?

- Know where Marrakesh is?
- The Arab neighborhood?

Sure. But I'm not going there,
sir. I'm sorry.

I'll pay double.

Why does someone like you
want to go to the outskirts?

I'm going to the Hotel El Rashid,
will you take me?

Can you spare something, sir?

Move it, Red Crow,

no standing in the pink zone.

- I'll pay triple.
- Just to the zone entrance.

Artists! Why me!

It's as if you'd shut me up
in one of your worlds.

I know you wanted to make me happy,

but to give happiness
you have to be happy yourself.

I can't wait any longer, Jimi.

I'm fading, I wanted to tell you

I'm going to Marrakesh, to Joystick.

When I spoke to him he was
at the Hotel El Rashid.

I know it's rough over there,
but maybe that's what I need,

to be forced

to keep my eyes open.

So please, don't look for me.

I'm not running away.

Let me go.

If I ever see you again, sir,
I want to know why you do it.

Sir?

You have unregistered software.

- Is it yours?
- Yes, I'm a programmer.

Give me your chip.

An off-limits night out
in Marrakesh!

Have fun...

Sir

A room? Did I hear properly,
you want to rent a room?

This is a hotel isn't it?
You have rooms. I want one.

As you wish, if it amuses you...

But I must tell you the management
takes no responsibility

for damage to belongings,
to your person

or to your mind
within the Hotel.

Payment in advance.

Okosama Starr.

Know a guy called Joystick?

Never heard of him.

Think hard. I heard he lives here.

And this girl... Ever seen her?

Never seen her.

Never had any Joystick here.

- Still want a room?
- Yes!

For the light, use your credit chip,

electricity is not
included in the price.

Solo!

Here!

I'm in Marrakesh,
I don't know what I'm doing here.

At least you're not there
bickering with your house.

- Feel better?
- Why'd you go out?

- Why do you ask?
- You're in phase two of the game.

Watch out for a mobster
in a funny jacket.

Now there's a mobster?

I can't take any more,
delete me, please!

It's not that simple.

In the Okosama Starr databank

there's a copy of Nirvana.

They don't care, in 3 days
they're releasing it

and they'll sell millions of copies,
whether I like it or not.

Excuse me, sir.

What...?

- What have you done?
- I killed the mobster.

- That was a tourist!
- You said with a funny jacket!

Are you nuts?

Go away!

If I can find Joystick,
maybe I can delete you sooner.

Please...

Please, delete me.
I'm going now.

Was it tenderness or compassion?

What did I feel for
that being I'd created?

I thought I'd made him laughable,

but he didn't make me laugh at all.

Don't worry.

Joystick!

I didn't find him,

he found me.

What the fuck do you want from me?

Nothing, I don't even know you!
Careful with that!

Then why'd you ask about me?

Yes sir, and so?

Tell your boss I'm not paying
for that stuff, it was crap!

Psychedelic, my ass! Wouldn't
even load into the computer!

I'm not paying, he's lucky
I didn't put the kibosh on him!

Okay, I hear you. Just take it easy.

Before you stick
that thing in my brain,

tell me about Lisa. She still here?

Whaddaya mean Lisa?
Who are you?

Jimi. Lisa must have mentioned me.

At times I think it'd be nice
to dissolve in water,

to slowly disappear in this warmth.

One day you'll come and
find the tub full of water,

you'll pull out the plug,
the water will drain away

and me with it.

I told her I was here in Marrakesh.

She wasn't here long, a month
and a half, two at the most.

She was all mixed up when she came,

looking for work,
always talking about you.

She cried sometimes.

You have to eat if
you want to sit here.

Then she got a job with
a software cleaning firm.

But, you know how it is, bad pay,
shit-loads of electrosmog.

So one day she decided
to go to Bombay City.

- You finished yet?
- No.

Why Bombay City?
Why did she go down there?

She read about an Indian guru
on a Hong Kong network.

She was glued to my computer
for a week and then she left.

She left me a message from there,

she said she was well.
Then nothing.

The Agglomeration is big.

Everything's gone foggy!

Got a handkerchief?
I can't see shit.

Thanks.

I have to be careful,
humidity can send them haywire.

- How long have you had them?
- Five years.

Here lots of people sell
a kidney, a lung...

Scalp prices are down,
or I'd have sold that!

Corneas get good money.

These black and white
videocams are fucked.

Zonys are cool, the color implants
are something else.

But they cost a fortune.

Another beer would be good.

Then tell me why
you were looking for me.

Hello children!

This is your friend, the Joker.

Here's the latest bulletin
of dope available

in Marrakesh
for the next two days.

"Synthetic Columbine".

It's legal, it's plentiful,
but it doesn't do shit.

"Rot Brain",
That's legal too,

but it's cut with something weird.

We have new games.

- You interested?
- No, thanks.

There's "Blue Coke".

Lord knows there is!
But watch out.

It's good, but it kicks in fast.

You nod off on the spot,

If you're fucking, fine, but if
you're on your bike, bummer!

What do you get out of it?

And above all,

what do I get?

There's a lot of dirty money
in the Okosama Starr databank.

Keep talking, don't turn around.

What's up?

We got a Jap on our tail,
he was at the restaurant,

he left when we did.

- No one knows I'm here,
- Use your credit chip?

- Yes, why?
- Then they know you're here.

Keep talking about Okosama Starr,
but don't look back.

The administrative subdirectory
controls slush funds.

If we can get in, not only
can we delete Nirvana,

but we can transfer
a wad of credit.

- Still following us?
- Yes. Go on, walk faster.

It's dirty money, no one'll protest.

Not officially anyway.

- You got access?
- Level one.

After that I need you to get in.

You sure the money's there?

Yes.

Run!

...it's illegal, it lingers
in the central nervous system,

I took it a month ago and I still
don't know where the fuck it is,

I'm changing
more skin than shirts.

The navigator's bulletin is over,

this is the Joker signing off.

Jimi-san.

Stop!

I'm a psychologist
from Okosama Starr Games.

I've observed you for a month
and I'm very concerned.

You have problems, Jimi-san.

And I'm here to help you.

Why don't you deliver
your new game?

Give me back my badge, Jimi-san.

You've taken something
that's bummed you out.

I meet lots of strung-out tourists!

Today's news is that
they whacked a Sicilian near here.

What did I tell you?

Ciao Maria,
these are from Uncle Nick.

I see we have company.

So you finally showed up.

What an honor!

Uncle Nick wants to talk to you,
and doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Take care, Maria,
and call Uncle Nick occasionally,

he cares about you a lot.

Who the fuck is Uncle Nick?
I don't know him.

He's famous here, he's the
managing director of the mafia.

He must be in love with me,
he sends me two pizzas every day.

Maybe I should change games.

What?

- I'd like to change my life.
- Before you used another word.

You said "game".

A figure of speech.

I could have said change movies.

You could have,
but you said change games.

- Why did you say that word?
- I don't know.

Listen to me.

You and I don't exist.

Nothing around us exists.

Uncle Nick, the pizza,
the wine, the house...

.are an illusion.

We're both characters in a game.

You want to fuck?

Our friend's linked up
to some psychedelic shit,

he's totally out of it,
he's gone ballistic.

Thinks he's a psychologist.

He needs to relax.

I'll pay, but I want
something really special.

We can hook up with
a psychopathic Thai hooker.

Lasts at least 24 hours.

What do you say, Jimi?

- That's perfect for him!
- Don't do this to me, Jimi-san!

You're not going to leave me here!

Help!

I'm your friend.

Okosama is your family!

Did you enjoy making love with me?

Yes, I did.

But we're two mathematical
calculations who have had sex.

It's disturbing, it's in your mind,
but the sensations aren't yours,

Jimi put them there.

- Who's this Jimi?
- The creator of the game.

Wanna freak out? I'm selling
used paranoia, good as new,

anxiety, phobias, the works.

Get away you loser!

You sure? You look a little flat.

I'm so paranoid, I can't shake it.
Look at my scratches!

I hear you, but we're
already paranoid enough.

Go away!

I just love Japanese food!

Let's get some sushi?

Sushi? How gross!

Sushi for her, none for me,
I hate the stuff.

- Eating raw fish...
- Hands up!

Don't move.

I'll eat it.

- It's good for you!
- We're from the Yakuza.

We know you killed a Sicilian.

- You're from the Italian mafia.
- Then you know Uncle Nick!

I've had it with Uncle Nick!

I'm doing this for you.

Remember.

Unfortunately, you're in bad shape.

- That is?
- You should change them.

You should get a pair of Zonys,
two babycombo color implants,

but they cost.

What did I tell you, Jimi?

If we get into Okosama Starr
your money worries are over.

A databank like that is equipped
with mutant defenses.

It's not enough to know
how to fly a console.

Rauschenberg,
be careful, easy does it.

You need an extraordinary pilot,

with lots of flying time
under his belt,

someone with a superior
level of awareness.

An angel

who can soar through the web

right into
the Okosama Starr databank

and hover there without getting
his wings burned by Devils.

You're not just talking
about anyone!

Wait!

- Are you done?
- It's all falling apart here!

What are Devils?

Devils means
"Destroying Visual Illusions".

(Joystick) That is, destructive visual illusions.

They are the defenses against intruders, let's say,

but a true angel can dodge them.

An angel like you?

No, Jimi, I stopped flying.

John "Gandhi" Simpson,
our master,

dissolved last summer.

A Black Devil frizzled
his brain in the UPM databank.

- I haven't flown since then.
- He's scared shitless.

I'm done!

Enough!

Give me the lenses!

- I'll screw them back in, eh?
- I'm not scared shitless!

"Gandhi" Simpson dissolved
like a shooting star.

I was at the keyboard and
I saw him vanish in a microsecond.

His cerebral activity is
preserved in a UPM chip,

they use it for research on
artificial intelligence.

Him! And to think he hated
the guts of all multinationals!

Enough with this thing!

Anyway, don't worry,
we'll find someone.

Rauschenberg,

I need some credit chips,
safe ones though.

- So my friend doesn't use his.
- You're in luck.

A friend managed to link up
with a restaurant cash register.

Until they catch on...

These already have stolen codes.

How much?

200,000 a pop.
No big spending with these though.

Five.

Heard from Naima?

Said she'd come, never showed.

Try at the Los Angeles Cafe.

Let's go look for her.
Go to the hotel and check out.

I'll pick you up in an hour.

- How much are these chips?
- 200,000 akus.

He's scared shitless.

They were all angels. They sold out
to the multinationals.

They come here for
a off-limits night out,

something different.

Or to remember how they once felt.

Place is a dump.

But Naima comes here sometimes.

We have to find her.

Weren't you dead?

Ignore him,
let's find Naima and leave.

See? Those are electrodes.

'Sometimes they leave a mark.

I haven't been around, that's why...

But now you're back.

No point trying to explain.

Can you lend me 500,000 akus?

Here.

May Allah bless you.

Don't worry, we'll subtract it
from my share.

No Racer without money, Joy.
No more credit.

That Racer sucks,
and you still bust my balls?

- Seen Naima?
- Ask the boss, he's out the back.

Come in.

George bet he can
crack a bank in London.

See?

Neuroelectronic link-up.

It's the favorite sport
here on the outskirts.

Banned uptown.

The odds are 10 to 1. Want to bet?

No, right now, money-wise I'm...

...testing negative.

- I came to find Naima,
- She's on the overpass.

- You're not betting?
- No, thanks.

Mosquito, fuck off.

I want to dare you.

When George is done I want
to surf the web with you.

They say you were the best.

- Let's see who's faster.
- I don't surf.

He's scared, poor angel.

He saw his pal get his brain fried

and now he's afraid.

Don't worry, we're leaving now.

Get your hand off me!

I don't surf with
programmers from multinationals.

Who is it?

It's me, alive again.

- It was all fake.
- Let me see you.

You're the Italian who was at
Chung Li's restaurant yesterday.

That's me, we had
a pizza together yesterday.

- I don't remember.
- I got killed...

...to show you it was all fake.
Get a life!

I don't know what you're on
and I don't want to know.

If you want some fun with a hometown
girl, call when you come down.

- I only cost...
- 50,000 akus, you told me!

- Excuse me, sir.
- See this?

It's the snappy-dresser
I've already killed once!

The other time
I killed you by mistake.

If I let you go, does anything change
in this fucking game?

- You bet it does!
- Then go!

I found you, Spaghetti!
Score one for me!

Holy shit!

I didn't want to kill
the snappy-dresser!

I did everything to change the game!

But you're tough, like
the guy with the purple hair!

Nothing stops you,
you're like a rottweiler!

Don't you ever have doubts?

All right, friend.

Let's discuss it calmly,
without guns.

Enough, fuck this!

We're from the Yakuza,
you killed a Sicilian.

Fuck off, you and the Yakuza,
I've had enough!

I advise you not to go out.

I'm not scared of dying,

what do I care.

But those bastards suck your
brains out if a Devil blocks you.

I don't want
what's left of me after I die

to be plugged into
a multinational databank

and be used to create
new biological software.

I'd like to show them
there's still an angel around

who can fly up their ass
and into their databanks.

If we find Naima
maybe I can fly again.

Maybe.

- That'd be perfect for us.
- How do we do it?

No problem.

Some of these burglar alarms
have got bad mouths.

- Do we really need it?
- What do you say?

Naima's on the overpasses,
you want to walk there?

Pay, we'd better get going.

I am light transport unit Mary Ann.

Stay away, you bastards,

or I'll zap you.

This one has a system with a shock
of at least 2,000 volts.

I said to stay away, you asshole.

Don't try and touch me
you motherfucker.

What the fuck are you doing?
So you want to die?

I'm packing 3,000 volts
under my paint job.

Know what that feels like?

Not now!

Talk, talk, you piece of shit.

- Try and touch me, you asshole.
- I'll bust your ass.

Just reach out!

You can open the door.

Why me?

- Don't you trust me?
- Why should I open it?

Do you think I'd let you touch it
if it weren't perfectly safe?

Unbelievable!

Unbelievable!

I thought you trusted me,

that we were friends,
I guess not.

So you don't trust me.
All right, Jimi, as long as I know.

What a fucked-up world we live in!

Now you see?
You see it's all right?

What you're doing is illegal.

Respect for property is
the basis of free cohabitation.

I'm protected by
transnational laws...

Now I want to see if
it keeps babbling bullshit!

Well done, scumbag, you've got
15 seconds to get out

before my security shock
explodes under your ass.

- Fifteen seconds.
- Don't worry, it's bluffing.

Here's hoping.

Look.

He's armed!

Fifteen seconds to go. Good night.

Minus three...

two...

...one...

- You were right, it was bluffing.
- Bluffing...

How the hell did I know?
We were about to go sky high!

I was scared shitless.

We too.

It's strange that
Naima isn't on line.

She's got to be here, if she checks
the web she'll see we want her.

When my eyes get tired, we'll change.

Confusion!

Tension is growing!

Solo?

- It's me. Where are you?
- In the car with Maria.

She's asleep. I was sick of doing
the same thing so I went for a drive.

You've entered
phase three of the game.

Watch out for organ hunters.

- What have you come up with now?
- It gets more complex as you go on.

Things have to happen
or the players get bored.

- Those are the rules!
- But I'm here!

You're there, cool as can be.
It's easy, right?

It's easy?

You told me to destroy my work,

now I'm driving around
like a jerk with a blind angel.

- It's not easy for anyone!
- You did it for me?

- Who else?
- Let's call it off, then.

Forget it, friends like before.

I can't call it off, there are
other people involved now!

You asked me to delete you.

Sorry, maybe I was
a little aggressive.

I didn't want to fight,
you're my only real friend.

Real as in "reality".

Let's not fight.

Truce.

Who were you talking to?

No one, sometimes
I have solo conversations.

Solo...

What's this?

More or less, because he's German...

...he says: "Deadbeats,

sons of bitches, when I get you,
I'll detach your balls,

and make a pendant."

What bullshit!

It's strange she had this picture
taken, she's camera-shy.

It's the only one I have.

I'd change the glass, it's broken.

Were you together
when she came to Marrakesh?

I ask because she talked about you.

God knows what you think now!

No sex,

there was no involvement.

I prefer it cut and dry,
wham bam thank you m'am.

See, they're not working.

They've shut down.

I can't see a thing.

- What's up?
- We're in a blank spot.

We'd better camouflage ourselves.

Now we've become a phone call.

That'll do for now.

I'm cold.

Don't worry.

It's your metabolism slowing down,
you'll get used to it.

Give him a blanket.

Is that better?

Yes.

Loneliness.

That's what I feel in here.

And cold.

I'm only a phone call
floating on hold.

Or at least that's what
I want them to think.

Loneliness and fog.

Is that how you feel
when you're dead?

Welcome travelers.

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Kuwait & Texas Gasoline.

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We accept Money Express,
Mama Card,

Tokyo Blue Word, Fujamax, Italfive.

I advise you not to touch me
before inserting your chip.

Anti-vandalism measures.

- We have one of those chips, right?
- Sure,

I don't like stopping around here.

What's wrong with this place?

It's quiet, there's no one around.

No one likes living
near the overpasses.

Besides, you can never relax,
there are always eyes on you.

Tried to pull a fast one.

Your chip is
second-rate counterfeit,

now it's unusable and you've a tank
full of acid & trichloro-ethylene.

Bon voyage, losers.

This has always worked!

What's going on?
What did you use as a chip?

What did you use?

A tampered chip, a false card,
it always worked till now.

Why didn't you use
one of the doctor's?

Well?

- Answer me!
- I haven't got them any more!

I sold them!

I'm flat broke and I'm going blind.

How do I know that
the money is there?

That's if we manage
to crack the databank!

There was ready cash going
and I took it.

You don't know what it means
to go blind on the outskirts!

You're an asshole.

What now?

That stuff will blow the pistons.
So what will we do?

I don't know!

We detected you thanks to
the report

from the gas station
where you are now.

In 6 minutes Helipol unit No. 325
will be over your heads.

Please do not resist, hit
the ground and don't move. Thanks.

Fantastic!

Now what do we do?

Why do you always ask me what to do?

How the fuck do I know? Am I God?

I'll solve the problem anyway,
that's Naima.

- Will you move it?
- See, you only have to wait.

I'd already latched onto you
but I had to do this.

Goddam lucky I was passing this way.

This is the Christmas message
from the President of ltalfood,

reminding you to taste
our new nuked-nosh rigatoni,

because "you are what you eat".

Good evening.

Only a few days till Christmas, and
I'm happy to wish you all the best.

Since ltalfood
entered the government,

it has been clear to everyone
what we're trying to do.

Take that, Mr. President!

The level of well-being in
the country since I've been here

has not... risen...

This is due to the choice made by
the administration I belong to.

Due to disturbances
in the up-link,

we interrupt this program.

- Merry Christmas, Mr. President!
- Brilliant!

How'd you do it?

I use an Australian satellite
and an Algerian one,

I have to do it in transit.

I'll go back on line, a Burmese
hacker's looking for me.

I'll fix some coffee, then tell me
why you wanted to see me.

I didn't sleep 3 nights over it.

Let's say we're in a game.
What's outside?

The players. Reality.

So who says they're not
in a game too?

Good question.

Well done.

What the fuck's that?

Look behind us.

Get out of the car.

- Who are you?
- Organ hunters.

We prefer you alive, but if
you make a fuss, dead will do.

We have a freezer.

They have a freezer.

Okay, guys!

Jimi warned me I'd run into you.

I know your next move is

to take us, cut us up and sell
our organs on the black market,

and I understand.

But try to follow my reasoning now,

we're part of a game,

there are people who enjoy
setting us against each other.

They play with us.

So let's confuse them!

Try to do something different.

Instead of killing us, let us go.

For once!

For a change!

I don't think I convinced them.

I could do with the money,

but I don't see why you're doing it.

Because, afterwards
there's no turning back.

Are we safe with this weather?

With what I spent on
the instruments...

You have a lot of equipment.

It's old.
Can you get it to work?

I'm the best "hard-tech"
in the Agglomeration.

I can make anything with
electronic circuits work.

You just go beyond the instructions.

Actually, better if there are none.

Want some?

- What is it?
- Blue Coke.

So the angel's going to fly again?

But promise you'll be
my ground control.

They're using third generation
Black Devils now, they're very fast.

We have to find a very subtle virus
that dodges their codes.

- One they can't identify.
- Where do we get it?

- From your friend Avinash.
- That's right, Avinash.

Let's go to Bombay City.

If I can stay awake.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

The woman who was with me went
down there a year ago

and she never came back.

I fell asleep.

Well? How's it going?

Good. They're convinced
we're a phone call.

Good.

For the moment that's fine.

So, my man...

How are we?

Still cold?

It's better now.

You can't imagine how much
I'd like to be in your shoes.

Anyway, I'm here close to you.

Close to you.

We're going arm in arm.

Maybe someone really did
lead me by the hand into this,

and they'd decided from the start
I had to go to Bombay City.

I had to close a circle,
find an ending,

like in a piece of music.

Lisa was waiting for me.

That stuff kicks in really hard.

- I have to sleep.
- Not here, in Bombay City.

I can't.

- We're almost there.
- Who are they?

Organ hunters.

The girl's tired,
she's just tired.

Now they're after us
because they think she's sick.

Naima, wake up.

Speak to me, have you
always lived here?

- I don't know.
- What do you mean...

- Where were you born?
- I don't remember.

You can't not remember!

1 only remember back to last year.

It was the cerebral hook-up.

Still here? Go bust
someone else's balls!

If you screw up the launch, you've
had it. That's what happened.

Her brain and
the computer's shorted out,

and it deleted her memory.

They operated, that's why
she's got that hole in her forehead,

but it didn't work, she can only
insert artificial memories.

The girl's fine, we're all fine!

We're healthy and
we're having a great time.

Go bust someone else's balls!

We're nearly there, little sister.

What's wrong with the girl?

- Nothing, she's just tired.
- She hasn't slept for 3 nights.

Too much to do uptown, huh?

It's hot here.

Sure, we're near the city's boilers.

They heat up and we sweat.

These are the keys to the rooms,
payment up front.

Do you think I print it myself?
Do you realize how much you cost me?

This will be fine.

The rooms are at the end of the hall.

Come, little one, time to sleep.

Fleeing from the tiger

the man comes to
the edge of a precipice.

Grasping hold of a branch
he dangles over the ravine.

The tiger above sniffs at him,

He looks down and sees another
tiger below watching him.

Then he looks at the branch
he is hanging from

and sees that two little mice
are gnawing it.

Then he looks to his right

and sees a tiny plant
with a strawberry that is red,

and ripe.

He reaches out and eats it.

The strawberry was very sweet.

And [ was the one
who needed to sleep!

- What time is it?
- 4pm.

- We have to look for Avinash.
- I'll only be a minute.

I have to tell you something.

I need money, but I'm doing it
for another reason too.

What's that?

Karma Yoga.

Action.

To do everything as well as you can,
even when it seems impossible.

That's what will change the world.

Whatever the reason is,
I'm glad you're with us.

You really don't remember anything?

Better that way.
I understand machines better.

I wanted to tell you...

I can't be sure,
because I don't remember,

but I think you're the first person
I like a little.

Maybe there was someone else.

But you're the first one I remember.

I'll wait upstairs.

How are things?

I need a favor from you.

There's only one thing I care about:

that Maria believes me.

There must be a way to convince her.

I don't know if it's a good idea.

Remember the house where you wake up
at the start of the game?

There's an exit,

it's the one I use to make changes.

From there you can look out
directly onto the program.

You can't get out, obviously,
but you can see the game.

- Where is it?
- It's that old cupboard.

In the cupboard?

Thanks, Jimi.

Joy and Avinash have worked together,

they were together when
"Gandhi" Simpson dissolved.

Now he's ashamed for
him to see him without eyes.

Come.

There he is.

The old mechanic
is always at work!

- Hi Blue.
- He's Jimi, a friend.

- What brings you to Bombay City?
- We need a virus.

A very subtle one
they can't understand.

Joystick's going to fly again.

He needs money, he's in a bad way.

It isn't the time to fly, my friend.

And if you fly for money,
you lose strength.

Put it in your pocket.

Put it in your pocket!

- He's asking if he gave us anything.
- No!

They have to search.

Tell him I'm a programmer for Okosama
Starr and that you're my friends.

My chip.

He said you have to leave.

What's a programmer from
Okosama Starr doing here?

- I don't know any more.
- Good.

Take that chip to Swamiji.

Try asking him for what you need.

They've given us access.

Everything okay, Jimi?

Everything's fine. Lisa!

I'd like to have seen her
just once more,

to ask her if at east she's happy,

if she found
what she was looking for.

It had been a long time
since I'd felt her so close.

And now we were in Bombay City,

in the bowels of the Agglomeration,

where reason isn't needed

and past, present and future

dance together.

Master, my friend
has something for you.

You're Jimi.

The Swami has something to show you.

He's wanted by all the police
forces on the planet.

They inserted a transmitter into him

and if his brain enters
a phase of active thought,

he can be traced immediately.

You've brought us software stolen
from the Souchong Psycholab.

It'll help keep him in the REM phase

until we manage to
take out the transmitter.

- 80 you keep him dreaming?
- Exactly.

If he dreams, he doesn't think and
the transmitter isn't activated.

If he dreams he can't be detected.

Brother Jimi,

why have you only come now?

We need a virus.

We can leave an offering
for the Ashram.

That's twice you've called me Jimi,
how do you know my name?

We know a lot about you.

Everything Lisa told us.

She's here, isn't she?

Not exactly.

We'll send everything
you need to the Ganga Hotel.

But now you and the Swami must talk.

Lisa died four months ago.

She was already ill when she came.

She was here for six months,

we worked well and she was
starting to be happy.

When her illness worsened

we began to link up.

1 downloaded chunks of her life.

This is Lisa's memory.

Her fears, her desires,

colors, smells.

It's an ayurvedic microchip.

You're the only person
I feel I can give it to.

No computer can read it,

you have to find a receiver.

A receiver?

A human being with a port,

your young friend
has one over her eyebrow.

Know what happens to me when I die?

I'm there and I wait for it
to start all over again.

The worst thing is the anxiety I get.

I know it has to start again
but [ don't want it to,

I'm there suspended
between life and death.

Maybe something similar happens
to the dead in your world.

They like staying to watch
the living weep over them.

They grow lazy,

as if something's holding them back.

They lose the strength to begin
again, they don't have it.

Then, as the living
slowly forget them,

or at least stop weeping over them,
you know, in time...

At that point it doesn't
make sense to stay,

they get restless,

the strength to begin again returns
and they go in search of a new life.

You should...

...set your Lisa free.

Let her go.

It's not that easy.

- What are you doing there?
- Waiting for Maria.

I'm going to show her
what's in the cupboard.

My Lisa, as you call her...

I'd like to see her just once more.

I'm here!It's her...

I must be out of my mind,
I don't know why I do certain things.

I never go to clients' houses,
you ought to know.

Uncle Nick always warns me.

I hope I haven't made a dumb mistake.

Not 'cos of you, it's just...

There are some live-ones around,
Shanghai Town is full of maniacs...

-...with kinky ideas.
- I'm normal.

I assure you. Sit down.

Are you comfortable?

I wanted to tell you a story.

A story? You don’t want to fuck?

It's as if I'd accepted.

See that cupboard?

We'll leave the cupboard
till the end. Look at me.

What would you think if I told you

that you're not a human being?

That I've made a dumb mistake...

It's a cerebral implant microchip.

I used them before,

this is the first I've ever
seen with human memories.

Technically there's no difference.

You know what you're asking me?

What now?

Let's see if it works.

If I tell you a date...

March 21, last year.

It's the day I left.

I took all the money out of the bank,

mine and yours.

I didn't know whether
to leave you with that video

or an empty bank account.

Enough!

- I don't like this.
- Wait.

"The 29 Palms",

The motel in the desert.

You were sad.

I tried to make you
smile all evening.

You got up early in the morning
and went for a walk in the desert.

When you came back,
the sun was still low,

the room was pink.

You said you'd seen a coyote,
but I never believed you.

- They haven't existed for years.
- But I saw that coyote!

It was there in front of me. But
you can't understand. "Wild Side".

The restaurant in Amsterdam.

I don't remember
what we did that night.

Never mind, it was wonderful.

There was a Croatian rock group.

A lot of smoke.

No, fog.

- Yes.
- We walked along the canals.

That night I told you about Ignatius.

That's right. Do you remember
the barman's face?

Yes.

He gave us the address of Dark Pink.

Near the Polish Quarter.

Where you did this...

...for me,

Do me a favor. Look in the cupboard.

What can happen?
You'll see pants, pajamas.

Look inside.

Even though this seems really dumb.

You ready?

- And so?
- Sorry.

Our world ends here.

We're like two fish in an aquarium.

They make us think
it's the sea, but...

Jimi promised me
he'll delete the game.

What game?

Why this game, of course!

It's late,

if you don't want to fuck, I'll go.

I've got so much to do!
Uncle Nick's coming to see me,

the house is a mess,
I still have to make dinner...

Cut the crap.
You can't say you didn't see it.

What did I see?

You know all the visual stuff
they can do these days?

They can make anything seem real.

Who are you, anyway?

Who says what I saw was real?

It's all real.

It's your life that's fake.

Why are you doing this to me?

Leave me alone.

Please.

Hey, friend!

Feeling a little down.
Want to pump up your pressure,

get nice and paranoid?

We can swap.

It's not the first time
I've done it,

but I don't remember
who it was with.

In a way, you'd done it with me.

How do Lisa's memories come to you?

It'll be a while before
they come out on their own.

For now, with a computer, you call up
a detail and a window opens.

You made love with me,
not with her.

I'd like to ask you
to remember a lot of things.

Not now.

That's right. Not now.

We have to hurry, Jimi-san.
Only one day till Christmas.

You'll see, Okosama Starr
will be understanding with you.

I'm happy to have found you again,

it would have been a defeat for me.

Luckily you've been using
your credit chip again.

How did it go with
the Thai psychopath?

- Did she mess with your mind?
- Mess with my mind?

You don't know what
those perverts did to me.

I can't close my eyes any more.

It's all branded in my mind.

I'll need therapy.

He has to stay alive!

Do what you want, just do it quietly.

I'm an authorized sensorial
stimulator, my chip's in order.

I can't see shit.

The bitch I 'Can't see a thing.

The lousy bitch!
I can't see a fucking thing!

I'm meditating!

What the fuck!

Everything okay?

And now I'm here,

The Chelsea Hotel, room 717.

The Indian virus is working,
I'm about to make my first flight.

It's December 23,

It's 2:30 in the afternoon.

If I don't delete Nirvana, tomorrow
they'll make millions of copies.

I've lost too much blood,
I can't make it.

I'm not a wimp.

It's just that I can hardly see.

But I'm not scared, believe me.

Yes, I believe you.

So, now it's up to you.

Take us in,

The virus is transforming us.

We're a fax for the Okosama Starr
commercial office.

- 'You scared, Jimi?
- A little.

Like on the shuttle for Tokyo?

We had fun though.

Yes.

Now we're flying.

What can you see?

I'm flying over a city at night.

It's the web.

Your mind pictures it
as a city at night.

My compliments,
you've a fine imagination.

I said you had a flair.

Hold tight now.

Now you're the fax
finding its way to Okosama Starr.

- I'm outside a laundry.
- It's Okosama Starr.

Can you give me on the monitor
what he's seeing?

Get something more urgent than a fax.

A credit into the main account?

Perfect.

Now we're entering Okosama Starr.

Don't forget,

we've only got a few minutes
to find what we're looking for.

I'm going in.

We're on line with the central
observer. Seven minutes from now.

From when you open that door,
it knows you're an intruder.

Our virus is confusing it,
but sooner or later, it'll find us.

It's a race against time, just as
you can look into its circuits,

it can read your brain
and it'll try to block you.

That's why you have to be like water,

that comes in, adapts to things,

but then flows away. All right?

Go.

Select a door.

Excuse me.

I know you don't like
to see me cry...

It's a Devil, a visual illusion,
it's feeding on your memory.

...but since your mother left,

I think of the things
I didn't tell her,

that at times I'd have liked
to caress her and I didn't.

Living with another person

you end up
taking a lot for granted.

Get out.

Come on, get out.

It's trying to hold you back,
but we haven't got time.

I'd have liked to tell her
I loved her more often.

- Which door is it?
- I'm not receiving clearly.

I think the one in front of me.

Now I'm so lonely.

Where are you going?

Don't leave me alone!

- We meet again, sir.
- Red Crow.

You remember my handle.

You didn't bring me luck, they've
taken away my license for dealing.

No more taxi.

- You didn't tell them, did you?
- Don't answer him!

Ignore him.

You're not real.

You're the one who's not real.

Someone with a job like yours
doesn't just piss it away.

He can read your thoughts,
you mustn't think about anything!

Empty your mind, let the indication
of another door come to you.

What are you going to do?

You want to buy my taxi?

Or do you want to
live on the outskirts?

You're throwing your life away.

The virus is
disturbing it, it's opening.

It's having contortions.

Where are you going?

You have to try and create
emptiness inside you.

It's faster, you have to
refuse to play with it.

Stop thinking,
all you have to do is receive.

Four minutes from now.
It's trying to find us.

No thoughts, Jimi.

No memories, nothing at all,
just breathe.

- I think that's it.
- Okay then. Try it.

At last you've found me.

- I've been waiting for so long.
- Fuck! It's not her, Jimi!

I'm sorry, Jimi.
I know I made you suffer.

You were right,
I shouldn't have left.

Empty the thoughts out of your head,
don't think of anything.

- Maybe it's too late to tell me.
- You're right.

I only ever gave you problems.

It's the first time you've said it.
Why are you saying it now?

Get out of there! That's not Lisa!

It's not Lisa!

Do you hear me, Jimi?

It'll fry you if you stay.

It'll fry you if you stay!

It's cruel to say it, but I didn't
find anything anywhere else.

I already had what I wanted.

You don't know how often
I thought of the time in London,

Amsterdam...

It's hooked into him,
we have to disconnect.

- My birthday.
- He believes her.

- He's lapping it up.
- Our last one together.

We have to disconnect him.

You came with the hologram
we'd seen in London,

I bought it that day.

I wanted to surprise you.

You sat on the bed
and you invited me to dinner.

I was wearing your
black Sex Pistols sweatshirt.

- I was having breakfast.
- I told you it would be lovely.

But I wasn't happy.

I wanted to be happy, but I couldn't.

I was happy, when you went out
I listened to a Massive disk.

I felt like a bitch,

when you went out I took
my photo and I smashed it.

By mistake...

I told you it was a mistake.

I'm sorry, Jimi.

Is that true?

In Lisa's memory it's very clear.

Their computer
is trying to mess with you.

- The Chinese restaurant was...
- That's not Lisa.

What you're seeing are your memories.

Lisa's are in my head.

Where are you going?
I know I was wrong to leave,

don't leave me alone.

I'm scared.

I'm sorry, it was only
what you want to remember.

Let's look for the directory.

Great! You're doing great!

Now open a door,
but you mustn't choose it,

do it instinctively.

Found it. We're in the directory.

Well done, you're a real angel.

Now you have to find the
administrative sub-directory.

It must be that cube.

That's the hidden treasure,
because it's not on the screen.

Holy shit!
There's a fortune in here!

Undeclared super-akus,
it's as if they didn't exist.

This is the account number of
the Hotel El Rashid.

We can't make too big a transfer.

What I need for my eyes and...
shall we make it 2,000 a head?

- Fine by me.
- Then 2,500,

Done.

- There's still a shitload left.
- Wait.

- I still have to delete Nirvana.
- Yes, all right.

2,500 to the widow of
John "Gandhi" Simpson.

Then let's give 1,000
to Dr. Rauschenberg.

Fujamax in Marrakesh,
account 3768/01.

The Allemand Bank, 6372111,
Avinash, right?

Then the Bombay City Ashram too.

And then to Juanita too.

She's a Mexican who now and then...
Let's give her 300.

She must be good.

There's still more,
shall we leave it to them?

No, let's burn it.

We could distribute it in every
account in Marrakesh and Bombay City.

What do you mean, all accounts.

Why should people, maybe jerks,
find money in their accounts?

- Better than leaving it here.
- Right.

That's wild! All that money?

Scattered to the winds,

melted like snow in the sun,
like rain over the web!

Something almost mystical.

Wait.

They've located us.

What the fuck are we waiting for?
We have to get out of here.

Jimi, bail out,
they're coming after us.

- I have to delete Nirvana.
- We're rich!

What do you care about
deleting a game?

They've activated
the repression code.

- All that money waiting for us!
- You can go.

They'll get you, you won't make it.

They're closing off the sectors.

You really want to stay?

Karma Yoga! To do things
that seem impossible.

Didn't you say it yourself?

I know I won't convince you.
But remember "Gandhi" Simpson.

They need your brain.

Thanks, anyway.

At last I can buy
the Zonys in color.

Thanks, angel.

Get in touch as soon as you can.

- See you in the web.
- Whenever you want.

I've still got something to ask you.

Did you really love me?

Who did you ask?

Lisa.

The answer is yes.

It's me, I deleted Nirvana.

No one will play with you any more.

I thought you'd left me here.

I promised you, didn't I?

Wait.

What do I become when you delete me?

A snowflake that falls
nowhere in particular.

Jimi-san, we know you're in there.

Listen to me, you've hurt us,

but we can forget.

We can make a fresh start.

As if nothing has happened.

Then we won.

I trust you.

Yes, we won.

Can I come in?