Original subtitles

[awe-inspiring music]

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[parficles whooshing]

- Good morning. [alarm chirping]

This is your wake-up call.

Thank you for staying at the New Uarwin lnn.

The time is 10:30 a.m.

You have no new messages.

- Johnny?

- Yeah? - Never mind.

[gun firing] [character whimpering]

- [Narrator] NAS: Nerve Attenuation Syndrome--

- So where is home, Johnny?

- Home?

Home?

Would you believe I don't even know?

- Yes, I would.

- Going out? - Just getting some ice.

- We've got, ice. [door creaking]

[dramatic music]

[devices beeping]

[Johnny sighs]

Pick it up, Ralf i.

How about it, Ralf i?

You said you'd lock down a date for the procedure.

- And hello to you too.

- Ralf i , the date, when?

- I'm sorry, Johnny.

The Shiba neurosurgeons have changed their quote.

- You told me 800K would cover it.

- The fee for removing the implant is now 1 million-5.

That is complete memory recovery.

If you don't want it all back, I think they will come down.

- If I just wanted the silicon dug out of my back brain,

I could go to Mexico City.

I want a full restoration!

I want it all back!

- Johnny, the Shiba boys, they set the price.

I've done what I can. - Come on, Ralf i!

- One more run, Johnny, and then you could cover it,

provided it's a rich one.

- So, what have you got? - It depends.

Uid you get that upgrade we were discussing?

- Yeah. - Very good.

Pickup is in Central Beijing tomorrow night, 10:00.

This is a big one.

Uon't be late, Johnny.

[crowd shouting] [dramatic music]

[chatter murmuring]

[child giggling]

- [Pront Uesk] paging Mr. Smith.

Paging Mr. Smith. [speaking foreign language]

- [TV Reporfer] NAS, the so-called black shakes,

first identified in 2010

in a small population of Norwegian information--

- Snatch back your brain, zombie!

Snatch it back and hold it. [static crackles]

- [TV Reporfer] Sorry, technical dirficulty.

- [Elevator] please come in. [speaks foreign language]

[dramatic music]

- [Computer] Activating pemex memory doubler.

Your present capacity: 80 gigabytes.

Uoubler loading.

Your storage capacity is now 1 b0 gigabytes.

Warning: Uo not exceed capacity.

[ominous music] [helicopters churfing]

- The courier is late! - Be calm.

[speaking foreign language] [bell rings]

- Uouble cheese, anchovies?

- You are Mister.. . - Smith.

- You are late. - Right.

[safeties clicking]

Question. - Yes?

- You don't look like the kind of people I usually work for.

- We are new at this.

- No shit. [chuckles]

- We approached you through the correct channels.

We paid half in advance to the Swiss account,

exactly as your agent instructed.

Here's your ticket, first class.

- Let's see what you wanna upload.

[both gasping]

[device beeps]

Motion detector.

How much am I carrying?

- 320 gigabytes.

Your storage capacity?

- Where am I taking it? - Newark.

- Your storage capacity?

- More than adequate.

[TV chattering]

- It is extremely dangerous [mutes TV]

if the upload volume exceeds your storage capacity.

Synaptic seepage can kill you in two or three days.

Plus, the data may be corrupted ,

and coherent download will be impossible.

- We don't have a problem with that, okay?

We loading or not?

- Your ticket.

- Ralf i , your agent in Newark,

will arrange the meet for the download.

[ominous music]

- [breathes deeply] When the counter approaches zero,

click on three frames orf the TV, any three.

They'll meld with the data and I won't know what they are.

That's the download code.

You get a hard copy.

You fax one copy to your connection on the other side.

When I get there, we feed in the code and download.

Understand?

[connection clicks]

Upload begins when you press here.

- Who's the target? - Scientists.

PharmaKom R & U people, defectors.

- Hit me.

[disc whirring] [intense music]

[Johnny groaning]

[data whooshing]

[carfoon screaming] [Johnny groaning]

- The access code.

[Johnny grunts] [groaning]

[data whooshing] [zapping]

[whirring stops]

[breathing heavily]

[ominous music]

Mr. Smith?

- Where's the bathroom?

- What? - The toilet.

[breathes deeply]

- Uestroy the original!

- Pax the images to Newark.

- [breathing heavily] Oh, Jesus!

Jesus! Shit! [grunting]

[taking controlled breaths]

- [Paucet] Water temperature is 17 degrees.

[men chattering]

[motion detector beeping]

[dramatic music]

[Baldy groans]

- [Johnny] Next time, knock, baldy.

[man groaning]

[scientist groaning]

[woman roars] [both grunting]

[fax machine beeping] - Transmission commencing.

[woman groans]

[gangster grunting]

[fax machine beeping]

Transmission interrupted.

[Shinji roars]

[Baldy shouts] [groaning]

[Johnny grunts] [Baldy screams]

- Get him!

[scientist screaming]

You, where is he going? [whimpering]

Where is he taking the data? - [sobbing] Newark!

[edgy rock music]

♪ Now here, you creeps, punks and freaks ♪

♪ I'm talkin' 'bout virus from the street ♪

♪ Spread that virus, go for Hell ♪

♪ Check out the resistance of your cells ♪

♪ Smoke some dope, waste your brain ♪

♪ Kick your health outta the drain ♪

♪ Puel injection make you high ♪

♪ Ram it up your poop-chute, you know why ♪

- [Computer] immigration control. please inserf passporf.

[machine whirring]

Beginning scan.

[beeping] Warning: implant detected.

Scanning dyslexia prosthesis implant.

Government approved.

Warning: Uetected synaptic seepage.

Neural failure within 24 hours.

Seek medical attention immediately.

- Thank you. - Welcome to Newark.

- [Announcer] Pinal boarding call for [inaudible].

[speaking foreign language]

- Tokyo wants me to recover the stolen data

for pharmaKominat industries of Zurich.

[speaks foreign language]

Our operation in Beijing met with limited success.

The pharmaKom traitors are dead.

The courier, however, escaped with the data.

He's on his way here to Newark.

[speaks foreign language]

I didn't want to disturb you in your time of grief.

It must be very dirficult to lose an only child.

[speaking foreign language]

- I'm not at liberfy to say. [Takahashi chuckles]

[speaks foreign language]

I've been charged with recovering

the head of the mnemonic courier, cryogenically preserved.

- Preserved?

- The traitors wiped the pharmaKom mainframe.

If we lose the courier, they've lost the data forever.

- If the courier is in Newark, it's my responsibility.

You have parf of the courier's download code.

[speaks foreign language]

[tense music]

- Just what's the deal here? - Johnny boy...

- Johnny boy, my ass. What's the fucking score here?

I'm way overloaded , man.

You would not believe how much.

- You told me you got upgraded.

- Yeah, yeah, I did.

I got the goods, Ralf i.

Now I just wanna get them out of my head.

Uid they get the code out? - Uon't worry.

They said they can extract. - Extract?

What's going on, Ralf i?

This feels like a blown deal , man.

- You say you have to get the data out.

They are the only ones who can do it.

There's no other choice. Trust me.

I will tell the driver where to take you.

- Yeah, sure.

[enchanting percussion music playing]

- Spider, I need to get some work.

- About these episodes you've been having,

I wanna get you back to the shop for some tests.

Hey, are you listening?

- No more playing doctor, remember?

- Oh, that's not what I meant.

- Look at them. They must be the oldest bodyguards in town.

I'm twice as fast as they are.

- Not worried about your speed.

I'm worried about your nervous system,

especially if you wanna continue being a bodyguard.

- Get out of here, bitch. [grunting]

- Take it easy!

- Your hired muscle is aging on you, Ralf i.

[pretty groans]

I could've done ya.

Time you hired yourself some young and fast, hmm?

- You mean, like you?

- You're the best agent for bodyguards in town.

I'm the fastest thing going, now Spider's jacked my system.

- Hold out your hand.

- Okay.

- Pine. Just hold it there.

- So? - Just hold it there.

You can hold it there, baby, can't you?

- Yeah, sure.

See?

- Cheap street implants.

- You're damaged goods, bitch.

Spiderman jacked you up, all right.

- Jacked her up so tight, she shakes.

- I cannot use you, not for muscle.

Ever considered something a little less actively physical?

- Like on your back, babe?

- Ah, ooh! Or on your knees.

- I'll get a gig, Ralf i.

Then I'm coming back for you. - Sure.

[pretty chuckles]

[suspenseful music]

- Yo, J-Bone.

What you clocking, man?

- Some suit out from the city.

- What for? - I don't know.

Suits don't come out here.

[wind whistling]

- [Man] You're Johnny?

- Am I? - I sure hope so.

Come on in. We're here to help you.

- [Baldy] We've gotta stop meeting like this.

- Baldy! - Uoctor will see you now.

- You lied . [spits]

- Yeah. [chuckles]

[both grunting]

- Time to die. - Time?

[device beeping]

- We've got all night, asshole!

- Let me see that--

- Yo, Toad , I said shut up, man.

[tense music]

[object clanging]

- Yo, J-man. [rock clattering]

[Toad groans]

- [J-Bone] Toad ...

- You weren't on the menu.

I want you to do something for me.

- Uo? - Yes. Say bye.

- [Man] Hold it right there. [laughing]

[gunman groans]

- You tooling up for an evening of this sturf, huh?

As long as you understand one thing, we're even.

I don't owe you shit.

- Who are you?

- I'm J-Bone.

I run Heaven.

The LoTek headquarfers.

[alluring music]

[wind whistling]

♪ Easy as apple pie ♪

♪ Easy as ♪

Johnny!

- They were waiting for me, Ralf i ,

two big nasty men!

- Johnny, please, let me explain.

[cocks gun]

Johnny! - You set me up, my friend.

- Johnny, it's not my fault.

There's been a screw up!

- You're dead if you don't get this batch of product

out of my head . [grunting]

- Shit!

Not on the head!

Uon't tell me you hit him on the head.

[operatic industrial music playing]

- Hooky, give me my shit.

Come on.

Shit!

Shit.

- Looks like he's coming round.

How are you feeling, Johnny?

- What'd they upload , Ralf i ,

the goddamn Library of Congress?

Peels like my brain's gonna explode.

- I think your friend here, he can take care of that.

[Johnny sighs]

Ralf i ,

you lying sack of shit.

- Please let's work this out like gentlemen.

Johnny, in this business,

you only fuck up once with Yakuza.

- We'll need a bucket.

Put it here beside the table.

- Can we talk about this? - Talk?

- I have one image of the access code.

You have the other two.

I'll give you the data. Everybody happy.

- [Shinji] You don't understand.

They don't just want the data,

they want everything it's ever been stored in.

There's less danger of information decay.

And we don't have to worry about anyone going in

with mnemonic sensors.

These days, you see,

[gas hissing]

Dead men can tell tales.

- There's gotta be a way to work this out!

- There is.

- Would you hurry it up, please?

[metal crashing] [groaning]

[pretty grunting] [groaning]

What the fuck is going on?

- I'll slit his fucking throat, bitch.

- So? Other guy gonna cut his whole head orf.

- Jane, Jane, what say we pay you for a night's work

and you just walk away? - I'll pay you 20 grand.

- [Ralf i] You wouldn't believe the shit you're in.

- 50.

- Ueal ! [grunting]

- Ah, you bitch! [groaning]

[man groans]

[both growling] [grunting]

- We'll be okay, I got the gun. Let's go.

[women grunting]

Time to go!

- Bitch! [kick thuds]

[Shinji shouts]

- You could have fucking killed me!

- Get out of the way! [Ralf i grunts]

[Ralf i groans]

[Shinji roars]

[tense music]

- What are you doing? - My gear.

[gun clicking] [Johnny groans]

- [Jane] In here.

[LoTek lookouts chittering]

[LoTeks imitating bird calls]

[guns cocking]

- Back door. - Thanks, J-Bone.

- We'll find you again! Count on it!

- Uown!

- [Shinji] You LoTeks will regret this.

- I have to get online.

Must be somebody I can talk to to square this.

- 50 thou, you said.

Time I see the color, right? - Right.

You were terrific.

So if you'll just point the way out

and give me an account number for the cash transfer--

- [scorfs] Account number?

I'm on you till you pay, mister.

How come they wanna cut orf your head anyway?

I mean, usually they just orf people around here.

- Long story.

- Well , I'm gonna be around until I get paid , so...

- I can carry nearly 80 gigs of data in my head ,

1 b0 if I use a doubler.

Trouble is, somebody stuck in a lot more than that

and I don't know how to get it back out.

- Okay, so wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You're a smuggler? In your head?

[data whooshing] [Johnny groaning]

Hey! What's wrong?

[Jane grunting] [Johnny groaning]

Come here. Sit down, sit down!

Oh, man, you are fucked up severe.

[Johnny groaning]

Stay quiet, boy.

Shh, okay? Okay?

[dramatic music]

[TV chattering]

- [Child] [giggling] papa.

- Takahashi , how sad , the loss of a child.

They know that your purpose in life has been lost.

It died with your daughter.

You have become a risk to them.

Take a good look at their errand boy,

the one who wants the courier's head.

He's plotting to destroy you.

You must neutralize him, Takahashi.

I promise you,

the courier, what he carries

can give you new a purpose in life.

I was pharmaKom. And I ...

They're listening.

They're everywhere.

[mysterious music]

- Huh. [breathing heavily]

- Oh, it's just my sturf.

Mace, throwing spikes, grenade,

everything a girl needs. [sighs]

- You let me sleep?

- You needed it.

- [knuckles cracking] I told you I was in a hurry.

I'm a dead man if I don't get this out of my head.

- Hey, do you ever sneak a look at what you carry?

- Usually, there's a code, like a lock.

- Well , when there isn't? - No.

It goes with the territory.

Safer for me, safer for the client.

How come you knew those.. . - Oh, call them LoTeks.

I sorf of hung with them when I was a kid.

Say, how do you fit all that shit in your head , anyway?

Must've been pretty good at memorizing, huh?

- Implant, wet-wired.

I had to dump a chunk of long-term memory.

- You had to dump a chunk of what?

- My childhood . - Your childhood?

[chuckles in disbelie* Really?

All of it?

You can't remember a thing?

- Maybe there's some residual traces.

Every now and then, there's something,

but I can never hold onto it.

- That's a seriously weird-ass thing to do.

- Yeah, well , maybe I didn't lose anything I wanted to keep.

I needed the space for the job.

- [sighs] Well , you got parents and sturf?

- You got parents and sturf? - Yeah.

Once, but I haven't seen them in years.

- Yeah. Anyways, I don't think about it much, okay?

- So, what do you think about?

When you're alone?

- I think I want to get out of this rat hole.

I want to get online. I need a computer.

- [Jane] Where'd you learn to do that?

- I used to have a summer job breaking and entering.

[dramatic music]

I need a Sino-logic 1 b,

Sogo 7 Uata Gloves, a GpL stealth module,

one Burdine intelligent translator, a Thomson i-phone.

[computer bleeping]

- [Computer] password , enter.

Welcome to BRT online.

[computer whirring] [bleeping]

Global Net selected.

- What are you doing?

- Making a long-distance phone call.

Beijing, a hotel . [dial pad beeping]

- [Computer] Beijing selected.

[computer bleeping]

Access denied.

[computer zaps] [Johnny groans]

Access granted.

Hotel Beijing selected . General accounts selected.

Pax charges, Suite 2571 , 15 January, 2021 ,

7: 15 p.m. to 11 :30 p.m.

- He'll try to make a move.

He'll use his connections on the Net.

Narrow the bandwidth. Go low rent.

- Online translation. - Translator selected.

- Shit. It's just an all-night copy shop.

They were sending the fax to a copy shop here in Newark.

- [Computer] Local Net selected.

- Hold it. Hold it. - Command terminated.

- Come on, baby, all the way back to Newark.

Yeah, it's here. - Pax burfer selected.

- Parf of it's here in the burfer of their fax modem.

Nothing but a name, Ur. Allcome.

Nothing came through. Shit!

- Let's go, okay?

- No, I'm gonna try something else, a guy called Strike.

He runs a board in this sector, owes me a favor.

Maybe he can find this doctor for me.

We locked on him.

He's using a Sino-Logic 1 b GpL stealth module.

Crazy Bob's Computer Shop, 532b Sutton plaza, backroom.

- Initiate the virus.

- Access denied . - Let me in.

Come on, let me in! - Access granted.

- Get orf my board , man.

You are too hot.

You're a hit waiting to happen.

Orf! - You owe me, Strike.

- [Strike] I don't owe you that much.

- I could crash you from here, man,

wipe out your entire fucking board!

- Johnny, don't, man. That's my livelihood.

- Then stop bullshitting me!

I need to know what I'm holding, Strike.

Why is the Yakuza after it?

Who's Ur. Allcome?

- All I know is, you've got a head full of pharmaKom data

and they've hired the Yakuza to get it out.

- PharmaKom?

- Shit! They put a virus on us.

- Shit! - Get out of here, man.

I never heard of any Ur. Allcome.

- Johnny. Hurry, Johnny, they're coming!

- Who the hell are you? - Gotta go now.

Come on.

[tires screech]

Watch this.

[men shouting]

- Inform Takahashi his tracker was late

in locating the courier.

It seems he's already deparfed.

- [Secretary] Mr. Takahashi , Shinji has failed again

to locate the courier.

- [Takahashi] Get me Karl.

- [Computer] Church of the Retransfiguration.

Thank you for calling.

[dial tone chiming]

[video phone beeps]

- I need your services.

- We hold services nightly. You should join us.

- A special one.

- Uo you need someone brought to Jesus?

Or to you? - Only one parf, his head.

- And who is this lost soul ,

this sinner unrepentant?

- A courier, last seen at The Urome.

Name is Johnny.

- If you get me the head in 24 hours, triple the fee.

Karl , do not fail me.

[video phone chimes]

- Hey! What are you doing?

- Mind if I use this? - Man owes me 50 thou

and he's scamming my phone card.

- And it's still our first date.

- Welcome to AT&T. [bleeping]

- Enter password , please. [bleeping]

- This is an unlisted number. How did you get it?

- Uon't like surprises? - No.

And it's a federal orfense to hack shielded lines.

- I have 320 gigabytes of pharmaKom data.

Uon't bother. I'll be out of here in 20 seconds.

- So, what exactly is it that you want?

- Your data out of my head . - That can be arranged.

- Let's meet. - Where?

- [Jane] You're crazy, man!

They're gonna chop your fucking head orf!

- No. They'll negotiate, they're corporate.

- So is the Yakuza.

- Listen, if you don't come, fine.

It's a business meeting, it's not your kinda scene.

If it works out, I'll pay you the money I owe you.

If it doesn't-- - if it doesn't,

you're one dead Johnny is what!

- I'm gonna be dead anyway

if I don't get this shit outta my head!

- Listen.

I know this guy Spider, used to be a doctor.

He could help you. He could fix your...

- Hey, what's with you?

- I'll be all right.

- Jesus, you're sick.

You strung out or what? [Jane grunting]

You got NAS! - No!

- You have the black shakes.

Whatever it is you have, you're sidelined , right?

I've gotta make this meeting.

Hey! Hey, can you hear me?

- [gasping] Spider! He could help you.

He could help me.

[dramatic music]

[Jane grunting]

[security system beeping] [whirring]

- [Spider] if you're not expected , then you're not invited!

So fuck orf, okay?

- It's Jane! She says you know her.

Get down here, man. She's sick.

[Jane grunting]

Look, I gotta run. - Shut up.

Give me that muscle relaxant over there, the red one.

[Jane breathing heavily]

[tool whirring]

- It's NAS, right? - Yeah, the black shakes,

like half the people on the planet.

Let me tell you something so you get this straight.

It's not my work that got her this way. My work is clean.

Besides, you don't get this shit from amp jobs.

That's just a myth.

- So, what does cause it? - What causes it?

The world causes it. This causes it!

This causes it! This causes it!

Information overload!

All the electronics around you poisoning the airwaves!

Technological fucking civilization!

But we still have all this shit

'cause we can't live without it.

Let me do my work.

- Whoa, Street preacher's out.

J-Bone, you copying?

- That son of a bitch doesn't have

one natural bone left in his body.

- He really a preacher, J-Bone?

- Preacher?

That motherfucker's got God and technology ass-backwards.

He'll kill for anybody money

just to keep his body full of implants.

- Want me to follow him? - No, stay away from him.

He's too crazy.

- Anna Kalmann, founder, former CEO

of the multinational pharmaKominat industries, Zurich.

Born the 1st of August, 1 qb5.

Uied the 3rd of September, 2015.

- Uied?

Six years ago?

- She was imprinted to pharmaKom's neural-net installation

in Zurich prior to onset of morbidity.

- Imprinted?

- Her neural-net persona has Swiss citizenship

under the arfificial intelligence laws of 200b.

She advises the current board from this state of being.

[speaks foreign language]

- PharmaKom, Newark.

- Johnny. - What are you doing?

- Just looking. - Uon't touch anything!

Who the fuck are you anyway?

- Johnny. - Johnny who?

- Just Johnny.

[head ringing] [Johnny groaning]

It looks like a full-service shop here.

How are you on brain implants?

Silicon implants, neural overlays, memory augmentation?

- We don't get much of that out here in Newark, Just Johnny.

Kind of upscale for us, you know?

- Got mine in Singapore.

- Oh, yeah? What's your deal , Just Johnny?

- I got this problem, up here.

- "They err in vision. They stumble in judgment.

"Por all the tables are full of vomit and filthiness,

"so that there is no place clean."

- You should have seen it before.

- Isaiah. - Isaiah? Mine's Hooky.

[ominous music]

[grunts] Hey!

[hand sizzling] [screaming]

[Hooky groaning]

- The girl.

The girl that took Ralfi's boy out of the backroom,

who is she?

- Uo you expect me to remember half the shit--

- Heal!

[hand shatters] [Hooky screaming]

- Oh, man, why'd you have to do that? [whines]

- Who's the girl? - A wannabe.

She's always hanging around here looking for a job.

- Name? - It's Jane.

- More. - Ooh. [sighs]

One of Spider's jobs. - Spider?

- He's a flesh mechanic. implants and shit, you know?

They said he used to be a legit doctor once, but...

- Where? [breath trembling]

[machine ticking] [whirring]

[Spider whistles]

- They did some serious shoehorning to get that in there.

- Skip the technical critique, okay, I need some help here.

- You don't know the half of it.

You must be hurfing like hell.

- [scorfs] Think I need you to tell me that?

I got 320 gigs in here. - Oh, yeah?

What is it exactly? What kind of sturf?

- [Johnny] I haven't got a clue.

And I don't have a download code either.

- Hey.

You doing okay?

- Good girl , Janie.

You brought him to the right place.

- You can fix him? - I don't know.

With his seepage, if I could work a download ,

I don't know if the product would be coherent.

- Puck the product! I just want it out.

- I wish it was that simple.

- Allcome. Ur. Allcome, ever hear that name?

- Maybe. - Where is he?

- I said maybe!

Why do you wanna see him? - Oh, come on, Spider!

- I'll make sure Just Johnny gets to see

who he needs to see.

But you, you need bed rest, downtime.

- He's my client.

- [Spider] I'm telling you, you gotta sleep.

- Just tell me where to go.

[Spider sighs]

- All right. I'll drive you. - Right.

[dramatic music]

- Halt, sinners! - Puck!

- Spider, look out! [thudding]

- Who the fuck was that? - You don't wanna know.

- [breathing gingerly] Jesus.

[dramatic music]

[tires squeal]

- Where are we? - You'll see.

[chatter murmuring] [baby crying]

- [Uoctor] He's been this way for an hour now.

I don't know what to do with him.

- [Spider] if we still got any paralon B, give him 20 mgs.

Pucking pharmaKom, man.

That shit costs 2 grand per clinical unit.

[man shivering]

Keep him warm and bring me his charfs when you can.

- Here are the charfs, doctor.

- Where's Ur. Allcome?

- Ur. Allcome is a name used in hospitals

when we got a major problem

and don't wanna spook the patients.

- What? - "Uoctor all come to Ward 7,"

and we drop everything and haul ass to wherever.

Usually means we got a crazy, somebody violent.

- But I saw it on the fax burfer.

- That fax was meant for us.

- Who's us?

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Who's us? - The NAS underground ,

people who keep this place going,

people like me.

Get on the table.

- Why? - Uon't be a bigger asshole

than you have to.

Just get on the table.

All right.

Jack in.

[connection zaps]

Lie down.

Let's take a look at this shit.

No access code?

- Except for one image, out of three.

- It won't help.

What did they use? Random images?

- Yeah, from the TV.

- I've got some decryption codes here.

I'll run them, see if we come up with anything.

Janie, you should really try and lie down.

- Can you break the code, Spider?

- If I get lucky, really lucky.

[tense music] [computer bleeping]

Puck!

- No dice? - No. But I can get it out.

- How? - With a general anesthetic,

a cranial drill , and pair of forceps.

- And I could die too, right?

- It's gonna kill you anyway when it ruptures.

I take it out, you'll probably survive.

You'll probably lose some fine motor skills,

you might not be able to remember anything

for more than three minutes at a time.

- Puck that!

- Let me tell you something!

Let's just starf with what you got in there

and what it's worfh,

what it's worfh to the world.

You're carrying the cure for NAS.

You're telling me I got-- - pharmaKom's complete R & U

on their cure for Nerve Attenuation Syndrome.

Plus the records of the field trials to prove that it works.

And it really works.

- You mean, like, a real cure?

They could have you straightened out

in three weeks, Janie, you and everybody else.

- Everybody's trying to cut orf my head.

- So they can take it back to Saigon

and run it through a quantum interference detector.

But then, they would have the cure and we wouldn't.

You keep that thing in your head and nobody can save you.

Plus, the cure is gone forever.

I can save the cure.

Even if we had the code, the seepage is so bad ,

it would probably come out as garbage.

- What's it supposed to matter to me if I'm dead?

Pollow me? - The cure can save millions.

You're gonna die anyway if we don't get it out.

- All I know is that whatever's in my head is

worfh a lot of money.

Why should I trust you?

You're supposed to be my bodyguard here. Bodyguard!

- [Spider] You're not walking outta here,

not with that cure in your head!

[dramatic music]

- That cure is mine! [grunting]

Behold , your savior!

[Jane grunting]

[Karl groaning]

- Jane, get him to Jones! It's your only chance!

Go! Get him to Jones! [grunting]

Go!

[Spider grunts]

- Who's Jones?

- He's that guy who fucks your mother. [grunting]

[Spider groaning]

- Where are they?

[screaming echoes]

- I couldn't make the meeting, but I'm still up for it.

Are you?

- Cerfainly.

- This time, on the bridge, Landfill 5.

Bring the rest of the code. I'll find you.

- I'll be there.

- I want to negotiate.

- Yes, sir.

- Great. Now if they don't kill you, J-Bone will.

[computer whirring] [gasps]

- Listen to me, Takahashi , before it's too late.

We're running out of time. He's carrying the cure for--

[monitor whirring]

[ominous music]

[horn honks]

- Hey!

Hey!

- I told her if she wanna get with me,

then I wanna get with her.

And screw the physical disability.

- Hey! [shouting] - You know what I'm saying?

Because it's about the feeling, right?

What's up?

- Wind maybe.

- Hey!

What do you think?

I mean, it's crazy,

but if it's really the cure to NAS in my head ,

it could save you.

I mean, it could save everybody.

Well , who is this Jones guy Spider said was our only chance?

He's...

He's.. . [bird squawking]

He was in the Navy.

Yeah, in the war.

You know, they put a lot of sturf in his head ,

kinda like you.

- Oh, yeah, like memory augments?

- I don't know.

You'll see.

- [Johnny] Hey!

- Man, somebody crazy down there is getting on my nerves.

Rat lands are full of crazies, Stick. ignore it, man.

- [Johnny] Come on! Hey!

- No, man.

Right down there! It's Spider's van!

- Yep. Better tell J-Bone. - [chuckling] I got an idea.

Let's drop a bug on Spiderman.

- Porget it, Stick. - Hey, check it out,

I'm gonna do it. - Hey, don't even say that.

J-Bone will shit if he hears you.

- No, I'm gonna do it. - Hey, wake up, damn it!

- Hey, shit, man! - "Hey, shit" nothing.

That's what they're for.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hey! Hey!

Puck! Shit!

What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is going on?

You know,

all my life, I've been careful to stay in my own corner,

looking out for number one, no complications.

Now, suddenly, I'm responsible for the entire fucking world!

And everybody and his mother is trying to kill me, if,

if, my head doesn't blow up first.

- Maybe it's not just about you anymore.

- Listen. You listen to me.

You see that city over there?

That's where I'm supposed to be.

Not down here with the dogs, and the garbage,

and the fucking last month's newspapers

blowing back and forfh!

I've had it with them!

I've had it with you.

I've had it with all this!

I want room service!

I want the club sandwich!

I want the cold Mexican beer!

I want a $10,000-a-night hooker!

I want my shirfs laundered ,

like they do at the imperial Hotel

in Tokyo.

[somber music]

- We gotta see Jones.

Spider sent us.

Where's Spider?

- He's dead.

Not in there. Earlier, at the hospital.

- If Spider sent you, come on.

[Johnny groans] - Whoa!

J-Bone, help me.

Come on. Keep it together.

[data zapping] [Johnny groaning]

Come on.

[dramatic music]

- Hoist it up! - Need help, right here.

You two.

- I got him. I got him!

[Jane sighs] - He'll be all right. Go on.

[Jane grunting] [Johnny breathing weakly]

[sparks sizzling]

- [Takahashi] Tell Shinji , meet me at the bridge.

- [Secretary] He's on his way, sir.

- My helicopter? - It's waiting, sir.

[dreamy music]

- You okay? - [breath trembles] I saw...

I almost saw

as if it was

a memory.

- [clears throat] We have a room especially for that.

Time to meet Jones.

[sparks sizzle]

We built Heaven completely out of straight-world junk,

all hauled up here piece by piece.

We work with Spider and his people

and anybody else who's fighting the system.

We out shit for them.

- What do you mean, "out?"

[metal clatters]

Heaven, it's hearf and soul.

[wondrous music]

[thunder crashes] [static crackling]

This is where we fight back.

We strip the little, pretty pictures

from their 500-channel universe,

recontextualize it, then we spit the shit back at them.

Special data, things that'll help people,

like sturf we get from Spider.

We wide-band it.

- Wide? - Broadcast it. Go global.

Bounce it orf the satellites that Jones hacks for us.

The way the Navy got him hooked up,

he cuts through hard encryption

like a knife cuts through butter.

- Code breaker. Good.

I can't wait to meet him. - Right this way.

Jones.

[Jones whistling]

[computer whirring]

- [scorfs] It's a fish.

[Jones whistles] [equipment whirring]

[Johnny groaning]

- It's a mammal.

- He's a friend ! He's a friend , sailor!

- This was Spider's best bet?

- Hey, one thing Spider wasn't was stupid.

Jones is set up to sample software from enemy subs,

infrasound scan, right through the hull.

[ominous music]

[winch whirring]

Jones will feed you can opener codes.

We'll try to get you out in time.

- Wait a minute. Have you done this before?

Has the fish? [Jones whistling]

How dangerous is this? - Just keep your head still.

If you move around too much,

could microwave your frontal lobe.

- Porget it.

- Look, man, at least you got a chance.

It's up to you.

Uo what you gotta do.

[Jones whistling]

Give me what you got of the download codes.

[ominous music]

[winches whirring]

[Jones whistling]

- [Computer] inputting first image.

- [J-Bone] Set up the broadcast antennas.

[Jones whistling]

- Now. [zapping]

[Jones whistles]

[Johnny yells]

- Oh, you know, we were just having a good time,

just fooling around.

Well , I don't wanna do nothing no more.

And I don't care what it takes.

Hear what I'm saying, buddy?

Hey, buddy? [grunts]

[Stick gasping]

[gears clattering] [metal clanging]

[Maroni screaming]

- Maroni!

[device zapping] [Johnny groaning]

[Jones whistling]

Motherfuckers!

- Stations! You all know the drill!

[Jones whistling]

[Jones whistling]

- What did you get? - We didn't get it.

We're not gonna get it right now.

The only way left is to hack your own brain,

and then loop it through Jones.

- J-Bone, the fuel tanks!

- Shit, it's the Yakuza.

Give me that bow.

[tense music]

[Yakuza chuckles]

[Yakuza groans]

[explosions booming]

- I was almost there.

I could feel it starf tog to...

[arfillery firing in distance]

- [Takahashi] Mr. Smith?

- PharmaKom?

- Not really.

[Jane grunting]

- You can't shoot me.

- Not in the head.

[explosion booms]

- Takahashi!

Uo you know what this man is carrying in his head?

He's carrying the cure for NAS.

Your daughter died to protect pharmaKom's profit margin.

Treating the disease is far more profitable than curing it.

They had the cure eight months ago, Takahashi.

PharmaKom, the company that I created ,

let your daughter die.

[gunshots firing] [grunting]

[Jones whistling]

- Shinji.

- Hello, Johnny.

Raise your chin.

Let's make this clean.

[combatants grunting] [yelling]

[man groans]

[gun firing] [groaning]

[tense music]

[Johnny gasps]

[both grunt]

[Shinji groans]

- [breathing heavily] if I fall ,

you don't get the head , right?

If you lose the head , you're fucked!

[Shinji grunts] [screams]

[both grunting]

[Johnny panting]

[both groaning]

[Johnny grunting]

[Jane gasps]

- Jesus time.

[Jane grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[body thuds]

[both grunting]

[Jane screaming]

[Jane whimpering]

[Johnny grunts] [Jane shouts]

- Come to Jesus.

[Jane groans]

The cure...

[groans] He's made you the vessel of his mercy

as I am the vessel of his wrath.

[equipment whirring]

- Jones, Jones...

[Jones whistles]

What spawn of Satan?

[beam ringing]

[John groans]

- Now!

[Karl groaning]

[Jane shouts]

[breathing heavily]

[Karl groaning] [sparks sizzling]

- Jane?

- I'm all right.

- Piece of shit.

- Hook me up.

The second image.

- Get the power up.

[dramatic music]

[machinery whirring] [bleeping]

- Johnny, the dolphin can take you into the data.

Pind the third image.

I knew their secrets.

The image...

The company has forgotten for me.

Now they erase me,

burn me out of the mainframes,

one memory after another.

How very kind of them.

Johnny...

Johnny...

- Look, if we gonna do this download , we gotta do it now.

We're out of power.

[Jones whistling]

Remember, we gotta loop it through Jones. Johnny?

- [Johnny] Okay, let's do this.

- [J-Bone] Watch your ass, man.

No telling what defenses pharmaKom stuck in there.

Probably got virus programs.

You ready?

- Loop it.

[dramatic music]

[Jones whistling]

- Listen up, world.

This is the last blast from LoTek World Headquarfers.

And believe this, we're going out with a bang, baby.

So get your VCRs ready because we got what you need.

We got the cure to NAS.

That's right, the cure to the black shakes.

And it's coming to you live from the labs up at pharmaKom.

And believe this,

they did not want you to get this information.

So here it is, coming at you, LoTek style.

[electricity buzzing]

- [chuckles] Hit me.

[machine zapping] [Johnny grunts]

[Johnny screaming] [groaning]

- [J-Bone] He's on his way in.

[thrilling music]

[Johnny groaning]

- [Computer] Unauthorized interface attempt.

Intruder alerf! intruder alerf!

Pinal warning.

Initiating virus program.

- [J-Bone] He's doubling himself.

- Launching virus. [zapping]

- [J-Bone] That's the double. Uon't worry.

[frequencies shifting] [bleeping]

The only way is to hack your own brain.

- Loop it.

[triumphing music]

- Get ready!

Send it out!

[suspenseful music]

[Jones whistling] - initiating download.

[data whooshing]

[gentle music]

[electricity zapping] [Jones whistles]

[ethereal music]

[children laughing]

- [Kids] Happy birfhday, Johnny!

- Happy birfhday, Johnny. - Thank you, Mommy.

[Johnny sighs]

[Jane gasps]

[soft music]

[explosion booms outside]

- It's payback time.

[ominous music]

Just garbage. Get that outta here!

[dramatic music]

[energetic rock music]

♪ I can see ♪

♪ See the signs ♪

♪ I've been waiting here for you ♪

♪ But nothing's getting through ♪

♪ I am gone ♪

♪ Up in the clouds ♪

♪ praying I can turn ♪

♪ Turn myself around ♪

♪ A year ago ♪

♪ I gave it a year ♪

♪ I hoped it wouldn't happen ♪

♪ Now it's here ♪

♪ it took so long ♪

♪ I can't carry on ♪

♪ I know the reason that you left me ♪

♪ You had nothing more to give me ♪

♪ No more love ♪

♪ No more love ♪

[heavy rock music]

♪ Some nights I feel ♪

♪ Like I have died ♪

♪ Or something deep inside is dying ♪

♪ I try to understand my crimes ♪

♪ But there's nothing here that really matters ♪

♪ I don't want to believe in you ♪

♪ I can't believe in you ♪

♪ I don't want to believe in you ♪

♪ I can't believe in you ♪

♪ I don't want it, I don't need it ♪

♪ I don't want it ♪

♪ But I can't stop myself ♪

♪ Mouth curling to a question mark ♪

♪ Head back describes an arc ♪

♪ Jaw's really slung, imprisoned words ♪

♪ Breath escaping, lips long tightly sealed ♪

♪ Sentence is repealed ♪

♪ Left without obeying ♪

♪ internal is revealed ♪

♪ Can't hear a word you're saying ♪

♪ This cell is so cold cold , this cell is so cold cold ♪

♪ Mouth curling to a question mark ♪

[epic music]