Original subtitles

Good morning. This is your wake-up call.

Thanks for staying at the New Darwin Inn.

The time is 10:30 a.m.

You have no new messages.

Johnny?

- Yeah? - Never mind.

NAS:

Nerve Attenuation Syndrome.

So, where is home?

Home?

Would you believe I don't even know?

Yes, I would.

Going out?

Just getting some ice.

We've got...

...ice.

Pick it up.

How about it? You said you had a date for the procedure.

And hello to you too.

Ralfi...the date. When?

I'm sorry, Johnny. The surgeons have changed their quote.

You told me 800K would cover it.

The fee for removing the implant is now $1.5 million.

That is complete memory recovery.

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

If I just wanted the silicone dug out of my back brain, I'd go to Mexico City!

I want a full restoration! I want it all back!

The surgeons, they'll set the price.

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

One more run, Johnny.

Then you could cover it, provided it's a rich one.

What have you got?

It depends. Did you get that upgrade we were discussing?

Yeah.

Very good. Pickup is in Central Beijing tomorrow night. 10:00.

This is a big one.

Don't be late.

Paging Mr. Smith.

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.

Sorry, technical difficulties.

Please, come in.

Activating Memory Doubler.

Your present capacity: 80 gigabytes.

Doubler loading.

Your storage capacity is now 160 gigabytes.

Warning: Do not exceed capacity.

- The courier is late. - Be calm.

Double-cheese, anchovies.

You are Mr...?

Smith.

- You're late. - Right.

Question.

Yes?

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

We are new at this.

No shit.

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 want to upload.

Motion detector.

How much am I carrying?

320 gigabytes.

Your storage capacity?

- Where am I taking it? - Newark.

Your storage capacity?

More than adequate.

It is extremely dangerous...

...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.

Ralfi, your agent in Newark, will arrange to meet for the download.

When the counter approaches zero...

...click on three frames off the TV.

Any three. They'll melt 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?

Upload begins when you press here.

Who's the target?

Scientists.

PharmaKom R & D people.

Defectors.

Hit me.

The access code.

Mr. Smith?

Where's the bathroom?

- What? - The toilet?

Destroy the original.

Fax the images to Newark.

Jesus! Shit!

Water temperature is 17 degrees.

Next time, knock, baldy.

Transmission commencing.

Transmission interrupted.

Get him!

You.

Where is he going?

Where is he taking the data?

Newark!

Immigration Control. Please insert passport.

Beginning scan.

Warning: Implant detected.

Scanning dyslexia prosthesis implant.

Government approved.

Warning: Detected synaptic seepage.

Neuro failure in 24 hours.

Seek medical attention now.

- Thank you. - Welcome to Newark.

Tokyo wants me to recover the stolen data for PharmaKom Industries of Zurich.

Our operation in Beijing met with limited success.

The PharmaKom traders are dead.

The courier escaped with the data. He's on his way here to Newark.

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

It must be very difficult to lose an only child.

I'm not at liberty to say.

I am assigned to recover the mnemonic courier's head, cryogenically preserved.

Preserved?

The traders 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 part of the courier's download code.

- 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, I did.

I got the goods. I just want them out of my head.

- Did they get the code out? - Don't worry. They say they can extract.

Extract?

What's going on, Ralfi? This feels like a blown deal.

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'll tell the driver where to take you.

Yeah, sure.

Spider, I need to get some work.

About these episodes you're having....

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

Are you listening?

- No more playing doctor. - 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.

I'm not worried about your speed, I'm worried about your nervous system.

Especially if you want to continue being a bodyguard.

Get out of here!

Take it easy.

Your hired muscles are ageing on you.

I could have done you.

Time you hired yourself some young and fast.

You mean like you?

You're the best agent for bodyguards in town.

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

Hold out your hand.

Okay.

Fine. Just hold it there.

So?

Just hold it there.

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

Yeah, sure.

See?

Sheep's breed implants.

You can't mix goods, bitch.

Spiderman jacked you up all right.

Jacked her up so tight she shakes.

I cannot use you, not for muscle.

Ever consider something a little less actively physical?

Like on your back.

On your knees.

I'll get a gig, Ralfi.

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

Yo, J-Bone!

What you clocking?

Some suit out from the city.

What for?

I don't know.

Suits don't come out here.

You're Johnny?

Am I?

I sure hope so.

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

We've got to stop meeting like this.

- Baldy. - Doctor will see you now.

You lied.

Yeah.

- Time to die. - Time?

We've got all night, asshole!

- Let me see that. - Shut up, man.

You weren't on the menu.

- I want you to do something for me. - Do?

Yes. Say, "bye".

Hold it right there.

You tooling up for an evening of this stuff?

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 Lo tek headquarters.

Easy as apple pie.

They were waiting for me, Ralfi. Two big, nasty men!

Johnny, please! Let me explain!

You set me up, my friend.

It's not my fault. There's been a screw-up.

You're dead you don't get this batch of product out of my head.

Shit!

Not on the head!

Don't tell me you hit him on the head!

This way.

Hooky, give me my shit.

Come on.

Looks like he's coming around.

How are you feeling?

What'd they upload, the goddamn Library of Congress?

Feels like my brain is going to explode.

I think your friend here can take care of that.

You lying sack of shit.

Let's work this out like gentlemen.

In this business, you only fuck up once with the Yakuza.

We'll need a bucket.

Put it here beside the table.

- Can we talk about this? - Talk.

I have one image of the code, you have the other two.

I'll give you the data. Everyone happy.

You don't understand.

They just don't want the data, but 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

dead men can tell tales.

There's got to be a way to work this out!

There is.

Hurry it up.

Please.

What the fuck's going on?

I'll slit his fucking throat.

So? The other guy's going to cut his whole head off.

We'll pay you for a night's work if you just walk away.

I'll pay you $20,000.

You wouldn't believe the shit you're in.

$50,000.

Deal!

You bitch!

I got the gun. Let's go.

Time to go!

Bitch!

- You could've fucking killed me! - Get out of the way!

- What are you doing? - My gear.

In here.

Back door.

Thanks, J-Bone.

We'll find you again!

Count on it!

Down.

You Lo teks will regret this.

I have to get on-line. Must be somebody I can talk to.

$50,000, you said.

Time I see the colour, right?

Right.

You were terrific. Just point the way out and give me an account number.

Account number?

I'm on you till you pay.

Why do they want to cut off your head? Usually they just off people around here.

Long story.

I'll be around until I get paid, so....

I can carry nearly 80 gigs of data in my head. 160 with a doubler.

Trouble is, someone stuck in more than that and I can't get it out.

Wait a minute, you're a smuggler?

In your head?

What's wrong?

Come here. Sit down.

Man, you are fucked up severe.

Stay quiet, okay?

Papa.

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 neutralise him, Takahashi.

I promise you

the courier, what he carries

can give you new purpose in life.

I was PharmaKom. And I...

They're listening.

They're everywhere.

It's just my stuff.

Mace, throwing spikes, a grenade

everything a girl needs.

You let me sleep?

You needed it.

I told you I was in a hurry. I'm dead if I don't get this out of my head.

Do you ever sneak a look at what you carry?

Usually, there's a code.

Like a lock.

When there isn't?

No.

Goes with the territory. Safer for me. Safer for the client.

- How come you knew those.... - Call them Lo teks.

I hung with them when I was a kid.

How do you fit all that shit in your head anyway?

Must be pretty good at memorising.

Implant, wet-wired.

- I had to dump some long-term memory. - You had to dump what?

- My childhood. - Your childhood?

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 weird thing to do.

I didn't lose anything I wanted to keep. I needed the space for the job.

- You got parents and stuff? - You got parents and stuff?

Yeah, once.

But I haven't seen them in years.

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

What do you think about?

When you're alone?

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

I want to get on-line. I need a computer!

- Where'd you learn to do that? - I had a summer job.

Breaking and entering.

I need a Sino-Logic 16 Sogo 7 Data Gloves...

...a GPL stealth module...

...one Burdine intelligent translator and Thompson eye phones.

Password enter.

Welcome to BRT on-line.

Global Net selected.

What are you doing?

Making a long-distance phone call. Beijing. A hotel.

Beijing selected.

Access denied.

Access granted.

Hotel Beijing selected.

General accounts selected.

Fax charges, suite 2571, 15 January, 2021...

...11:15 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.

Translation.

Translator selected.

Shit.

It's an all-night copyshop. They were sending the fax to a copyshop in Newark.

Local Net selected.

Command terminated.

Come on.

All the way back to Newark.

Copyshop.

It's here.

Fax buffer selected.

Part of it's here in the buffer of their fax modem.

Nothing but a name. Dr. Allcome.

Nothing came through.

Shit!

Let's go, okay?

I'm going to try something else. A guy called Strike.

He runs a board here, owes me a favour. Maybe he can find this doctor.

We locked on him.

He's using a Sino-Logic 16, GPL stealth module.

Crazy Bob's Computer Shop.

5326 Sutton Plaza, back room.

Initiate the virus.

Access denied.

Let me in!

Access granted.

Get off my board, man.

You are too hot.

You're a hit waiting to happen.

You owe me.

I don't owe you that much.

I could crash you from here, man, wipe out your entire board.

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

Then stop bullshitting me.

I need to know what I'm holding. Who's Dr. Allcome?

All I know is

you got a head full of PharmaKom data

and they 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 Dr. Malcolm.

Hurry, Johnny.

They're coming.

Who the hell are you?

Got to go now.

Watch this.

Inform Takahashi

his tracker was late in locating the courier.

It seems he's already departed.

Shinji has failed again to locate the courier.

Get me Karl.

Church of the Retransfiguration. Thank you for calling.

I need your services.

We hold services nightly.

You should join us.

A special one.

You need someone brought to Jesus?

Or to you?

Only one part. His head.

And who is this lost soul?

- This sinner unrepentant? - A courier.

Last seen at the Drome. Name is Johnny.

If you get me the head in 24 hours

triple the fee.

Do not fail me.

What are you doing?

Mind if I use this?

The man owes me $50,000 and he's scamming my phone card.

And it's still our first date.

Welcome to AT & T.

Enter password, please.

This number's unlisted. How'd you get it?

Don't like surprises?

It's a federal offence to hack shielded lines.

I have 320 gigabytes of PharmaKom data.

Don't bother.

I'll be gone 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?

They'll chop your head off.

- They'll negotiate. They're corporate. - So's the Yakuza.

If you don't come, fine. It's a business meeting, it's not your scene.

If it works out, I'll pay you what I owe. If it doesn't...

If it doesn't, you're one dead Johnny.

I'm going to be dead anyway if I don't get this shit out of my head.

Listen.

I know this guy, Spider,

used to be a doctor.

He could help you.

He could fix your....

What's with you?

- I'll be all right. - Jesus, you're sick.

You strung out or what?

- You got NAS? - No!

You have the black shakes. Whatever it is you have...

...you're sidelined, right?

I've got to make this meeting. Can you hear me?

Spider. He can help you.

He can help me.

If you're not expected, then you're not invited! So fuck off!

It's Jane! She says you know her!

Get down here, man. She's sick!

I've got to run.

Shut up. Give me that muscle relaxant. The red one.

It's NAS, right?

Yeah, the black shakes. Like half the people on the planet.

Let me tell you something:

My work didn't get her this way. My work is clean.

You don't get this from amp jobs. That's a myth.

- What does cause 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 civilisation!

But we still have all this shit, 'cause we can't live without it!

Let me do my work.

Street Preacher's out.

Are you copying?

That son of a bitch doesn't have one natural bone in his body.

He really a preacher?

That motherfucker got God and technology ass backwards.

He'll kill anybody for money to keep his body full of implants.

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

He's too crazy.

Anna Kalmann, founder,

former CEO of the multinational PharmaKominat Institute, Zurich.

Born August 1, 1965. Died September 3, 2015.

Died?

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 artificial intelligence laws of 2006.

She advises the current board from this state of being.

PharmaKom, Newark.

What are you doing?

- Just looking. - Don't touch anything.

Who the fuck are you anyway?

Johnny.

Johnny who?

Just Johnny.

It looks like a full-service shop here.

How are you on brain implants? Silicon implants? Memory augmentation?

We don't get much of that out here in Newark.

Kind of upscale for us, you know?

Got mine in Singapore.

What's your deal, "Just Johnny"?

I got this problem.

Up here.

"They err in vision, they stumble in judgement.

For 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.

The girl.

The girl who took Ralfi's boy out of the back room...

...who is she?

You expect me to remember half the shit that goes down?

Heal!

Why'd you have to do that?

Who's the girl?

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

Her name?

Jane.

More.

One of Spider's jobs.

Spider?

He's a flesh mechanic. Implants and shit. You know?

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

Where?

They did some serious shoehorning to get that in there.

Skip the technical critique. I need help.

You don't know the half of it.

Must be hurting like hell.

Think I need you to tell me that? I got 320 gigs in here.

What is it exactly? What kind of stuff?

Haven't got a clue. And I don't have the download code.

You doing okay?

Good girl.

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.

Fuck the product!

- l just want it out. - l1 wish it was that simple.

Allcome. Dr. Allcome. Ever hear that name?

Maybe.

- Where is he? - I said, "maybe".

Why do you want to see him?

Come on, Spider.

I'll make sure "Just Johnny" gets to see who he needs to see.

But you need bed rest.

- Downtime. - He's my client.

I'm telling you, you've got to sleep!

Just tell me where to go.

All right. I'll drive you.

Right.

Halt, sinners!

- Fuck! - Spider, look out!

Who the fuck was that?

You don't want to know.

Jesus.

- Where are we? - You'll see.

He's been this way for an hour. I don't know what to do with him.

If we have Paralon B, give him 20 mg.

Fucking PharmaKom, man. That shit costs $2,000 per unit.

Keep him warm and bring his charts.

Here are the charts, Doctor.

Where's Dr. Allcome?

Dr. Allcome is a name used in hospitals when we got a major problem

and don't want to spook the patients.

"Dr. Allcome to Ward 7."

We drop everything and haul ass to wherever.

Usually means we got a crazy, somebody violent.

I saw it on a fax buffer.

That fax was meant for us.

Who's "us"?

Wait a minute!

Who's "us"?

The NAS underground. People who keep this place going, like me.

Get on the table.

Why?

Don't be a bigger asshole than you have to. Just get on the table.

All right.

Jack in.

Lie down.

Let's take a look at this shit.

- No access code? - Except for one image out of three.

Won't help. What did they use? Random images?

Yeah, from the TV.

I got some decryption codes. I'll run them and see what happens.

Jane, you should really lie down.

- Can you break the code? - If we get lucky.

Really lucky.

Fuck!

- No dice? - No, but I can get it out.

How?

With general anaesthetic, a cranial drill and a pair of forceps.

And I could die too, right?

It'll kill you anyway when it ruptures. I take it out, you'll probably survive.

You'll lose some fine motor skills.

You might not be able to remember things past three minutes.

Fuck that!

Let's just start with what you got in there, and what it's worth!

What it's worth to the world!

You're carrying the cure for NAS.

You're telling me I got...

PharmaKom's complete R & D on their cure for NAS

plus the records of the field trials to prove that it works. It really works.

You mean a real cure?

They could have you straightened out in three weeks. You and everybody else.

Everybody's trying to cut off my head.

So they can take it back to Saigon and run a quantum interference detector.

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

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'd come out as garbage.

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

The cure can save millions. You'll die anyway if we don't get it out.

All I know is that whatever's in my head is worth a lot of money.

Why should I trust you?

You're supposed to be my bodyguard.

You're not walking out with that cure in your head.

That cure is mine!

Behold your saviour!

Get him to Jones. It's your only chance! Go!

Get him to Jones!

Go!

Who's Jones?

He's that guy who fucks your mother.

Where are they?

I missed the meeting, but I'm up for it. Are you?

Certainly.

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.

Listen to me before it's too late.

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

I told her, if she wants to get with me

then I want to get with her. Screw the physical disability.

You know what I'm saying?

Because it's about the feeling, right?

What's up?

Wind, maybe.

What do you think?

I mean, it's crazy, but if it's really the cure to NAS, it could save you.

It could save everybody.

Who's this Jones guy Spider said was our only chance?

He was in the Navy. In the war.

They put a lot of stuff in his head, kind of like you.

Like memory augments?

I don't know.

You'll see.

Somebody crazy down there! They're getting on my nerves!

- Wake up! - Ratland's full of crazies.

Ignore him.

No, man.

Down there.

It's Spider's van.

Better tell J-Bone.

I got an idea.

Let's drop a bug on Spiderman.

- Forget it, Stick. - Check it out. I'm going to do it.

Don't even say that. J-Bone'll shit.

I'm doing it.

Wake up, damn it!

- Shit. - Shit, nothing. That's what it's for.

Shit!

What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck is going on?

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.

Everybody and his mother is trying to kill me

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 last months' newspapers blowing back and forth.

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 shirts laundered

like they do

at the Imperial Hotel

in Tokyo.

We've got to see Jones.

Spider sent us.

Where's Spider?

He's dead.

Not in there, earlier. At the hospital.

If Spider sent you, come on.

J-Bone, help me. Come on. Keep it together.

Come on.

Help. Right here. You two.

I got him.

He'll be all right.

Go on.

- Tell Shinji, meet me at the bridge. - He's on his way, sir.

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

You okay?

I almost saw

as if it was

a memory.

We have a room especially for that.

It's time to meet Jones.

We built Heaven completely out of straight-world junk.

All hauled up here piece by piece.

We work for Spider and his people, and anyone else who's fighting the system.

We out shit for him.

What do you mean, "out"?

Heaven.

The heart and soul.

This is where we fight back.

We strip pictures from their 500-channel universe...

...recontextualize it, then spit it back out.

Special data. Things that'll help people, like stuff we get from Spider.

We wide-band it.

- What? - Broadcast it. Go global.

Bounce it off the satellites that Jones hacks for us.

The way the Navy got him hooked up, he cuts through hard encryption easily.

Code-breaker. Good. Can't wait to meet him.

Right this way.

Jones.

It's a fish.

It's a mammal.

He's a friend, sailor.

This was Spider's best bet?

One thing Spider wasn't, was stupid.

Jones is set up to sample software from enemy subs.

Infrasound scan.

Right though the hull.

Jones'll feed you "can opener" codes.

- We'll try to get you out in time. - Wait.

Have you done this before?

Has the fish?

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

You move around too much, could microwave your frontal lobe.

Forget it.

Look, man, at least you got a chance.

It's up to you.

Do what you've got to do.

Give me what you've got of the download codes.

Inputting first image.

Set up the broadcast antennas.

Now.

We were just having a good time.

I just don't want to do nothing no more. I don't care what it takes.

Hear what I'm saying?

Buddy?

Maroni!

Motherfuckers!

Stations! You all know the drill!

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

We're not going to get it right now.

The only way is to hack your own brain, then loop it through Jones.

The fuel tanks.

Shit. It's the Yakuza.

Give me that.

I was almost there.

I could feel it starting to...

Mr. Smith?

PharmaKom?

Not really.

You can't shoot me.

Not in the head.

Takahashi!

Do 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.

Shinji.

Hello, Johnny.

Raise your chin.

Let's make this clean.

If I fall, you don't get the head.

If you lose the head, you're fucked!

Jesus time.

Come to Jesus.

The cure.

He's made you the vessel of his mercy as I am the vessel of his wrath.

Jones.

What spawn of Satan?

Now!

I'm all right.

Piece of shit.

Hook me up.

The second image.

Get the power up!

The dolphin can take you into the data.

Find the third image.

I knew their secret.

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.

If we're going to do this download, we must do it now. We're out of power.

Remember, you've got to loop it through Jones.

Okay, let's do this.

Watch your ass, man. No telling what defences PharmaKom stuck in there.

Probably got virus programs.

- You ready? - Loop it.

Listen up.

That's right, the cure for the black shakes. It's coming to you live from PharmaKom.

This is the last blast from Lo tek World Headquarters.

We're going out with a bang.

Get your VCRs ready, 'cause we got what you need.

We got the cure to NAS.

Believe this, they did not want you to get this information.

So here it is, coming at you, Lo tek-style.

Hit me.

He's on his way in.

Unauthorised interface attempt.

Intruder alert. Intruder alert.

Final warning.

Initiating virus program.

He's doubling himself.

Launching virus.

That's the double, don't worry.

The only way is to hack your own brain.

Loop it.

Get ready!

Send it out.

Initiating download.

- Happy birthday, Johnny. - Happy birthday.

Thank you, Mummy.

It's payback time.

Just garbage. Get that out of here.