All language subtitles for Cyborg 3 - The Recycler (1995)

The golden age was over.
It got a bad end.

Man and cyborgs did not
cooperate anymore.

For 200 years, they built us as
their friends to obey their orders.

- Fight their war, cook their
food and share their beds.

With the last big company
decline, a dark time followed.

Man chased us for our parts,
our circles and our souls.

Nobody went safe.

I have him. Come on!

Looking at, what
do we have here?

Please... I am a poor
farmer with wife and child.

Release me.

Please wait! I have friends.
I can show you them.

- So you?
- Yes, at a reasonable price.

You weaken my view by 50%.

It's a mistake. I can not show
you my friends without eyes.

I hate lieutenants and beggars.
Kill him, Jocko.

Spare parts and pocket money.

We need new pastures, Jocko.

- Free zones. The free
zone is prohibited.

Not for the right man. Imagine
a 1300 km2 large lawless area.

All Recyclers' Dream.

Out there is Cytown.

As the name of the old
elephant cemetery.

There are cyborg parts
enough to make us rocky.

- We will only find it.
- It has not been done.

Well then. But they did not
escape living from there.

- Lord Talon here.
- Hey what's up?

Who in hell do I speak with?

Anton Lewellyn, sir, directly
from the wilderness.

Sure yes, the one-eyed.

What is the honor?

I have a fantastic copy
that is worth a lot.

Like the latest copy?
I'm still going back.

How would I know that it
had a bomb in itself?

No danger. Come here with the copy.
We will probably agree.

- I look forward to meeting you.
- Yes, thanks the same.

Thank you.

Put it here.

Most boring. What vintage?

Grace! Beware the jacket...

I'm taking anything.
Cables, Meat, Chips...

Spare parts... Be merciful!

Please Mr. Recycler!
Just a finger.

That's reasonable. Give
the man a finger, Jocko.

It's fine to be. Do not force
me to go anywhere else.

As you can see, Mr.
Lewellyn, it has no eyes.

Take it or disappear.

I may pay too much, your
unfaithful recycler.

First I missed my own hand-

-but the new has
some advantages.

With a pressure of 6 kg it will
be a good handgun. Not true?

At 10 kg it causes you to
clot the testicles bloody.

At 15 kg... the
bloodstream stops.

At about 25 kg the
legs are broken.

- And at 30 kg I hold your hand.

It's electrically
conductive too, huh?

Hipp hurray. Lovely to
be back in civilization.

Do you want company?

Come and recover me.

Do you want company?
I'll take both.

- He's mine, silicone fountain.
- I have three vaginor.

Here!

Come here. Play on me.

You are big. A barbarian!
Come on, hardding.

Drag the lever.

Come on, hardding. Come
on and try your luck.

We have nothing for
recyclers here.

Calm, I do not collect. I just
want to have fun with them.

Do you want a real woman?

No thanks. I turn on
the power switch.

Hello? Doc Edford?

- Who is it?
- That's me. Cash.

Cash! How is it going?

What do you do in Silica?
Where is Colt?

Colt is dead.

Sadly. It is a matter of time.

They do not build people
like in the past.

- He was a good friend.
- To both of us.

I have never felt so before. According
to the sensors, everything is normal.

Calm, no panic.

The fluid level is low. Someone sucks
energy from your reactor cells.

- Troblem?
- It came when I buried Colt.

Now I feel my intestines
every morning.

Cross...

It can not be correct.

This I have never seen before.
If you were human, but...

Look at yourself.

A little heart to. I do
not know how, but...

- You are pregnant.
- Take it away.

It sucks power from me.
Take it away!

I do not know how to do it.

Where should I start?
I can kill you.

If you do not take it
it the life of me.

The card, thank you.

Anton Lewellyn. You have
paid for full treatment.

My name is Elexia. What do
you want to start with?

No idea, the twist.

At first we make it a bit enjoyable.
Sit on the couch.

- You are so big and strong.
- It tell you to everyone.

I've been with 51,227 men. But you
saw me from the first moment.

I felt your strength then...
and now.

I see it in your eyes.

What should I call you?

Call me...

lord.

Well, sir, now we'll be naughty.

So please.

Why...? I'm ready
for your enjoyment.

This will be a pleasure.

You've never had a
man like me before.

I have a better idea.

It does not even feel the heart.
Or maybe it does.

I'm not programmed for that kind of thing.
It's a mistake.

Do not be so sure. You
have the equipment.

Who knows what your creator thought?
Take this.

You can read the energy loss.
If it turns into red...

- Is not it too late already?
- No, I know a man...

He was vision programmer. A
genius from the golden age.

He lives far out in the glacier
in the northwestern quadrant.

His name is Evans.

He is your only hope.

Excuse me, but we're
not from here.

Do you know where
to get some food?

Sorry.

Sin. I was going to invite you.

- It's not going.
- Can I not persuade you?

Hardly.

Maybe another time.
Interesting woman.

- He is not a woman.
- Cyborg?

Why is she running alone?

Her we could get a lot for.

I'm feeling bad, Jocko.

We have not contracted
time, but we need you.

You do not fit my
patient profile.

Most people have more
stake than you two.

What happened to the collegial courtesy?
We are also a doctor.

Specialists in unwanted problems.
Maybe we can help you?

Not if you were the last
one-eyed frog in the world.

Help the lady up.

I'll just take out a little
thing that gnaws you.

Or do you want to tell me what
the cyborg girl did here?

You have gone wrong. Has
never seen her before

- I could not help her.
- My colleague does not like anesthesia.

You may want to help yourself?

She is a tired model and
needed some new parts.

- Where is her owner?
- I doubt you are a doctor.

- Do you do that?
- I'm asking you, one-eyed jackal.

Look there.

The price rose just.

I do not want this!

She is close.

After her!

- How has changed course again.
- Hang on.

System overloaded.
Efficiency minus 6.5%.

Thank you. Thank you, you all.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Who are you? Where am I?

- I the scenes of the creation.
Are you Evans?

- Cyborg or human?
- Do you do that?

- No. I do not like either.
Are you Evans?

Repeat. You should
be investigated.

My name is Cash!

Please wait! I want
to talk to you!

- I need your help.
- You do not know what you need.

- You can not even think for yourself.
- I know I dislike you.

No bad program to be an
80 year old machine.

- Dr Edford sent me here.
- Verkstan is closed.

Something steals my energy.
- I can not help you.

- Edford thinks I'm pregnant.
- Impossible.

There is a second heart.

And 195-C40? No...

It was talked about it but
no prototype was built.

Give me it.

- Efficiency minus 0, 6%.
- Something is.

Calm, I'm routine. Stand still.

There. A chamber. Unbelievable.

Cyborg life in a cryptic sperm bank.
It is in the chart.

Now we know what it is.
Take it away.

You create a life that grows in you.
You're gonna be mom, Cash.

They might be right. You
lack the feelings required.

You're not just cyborg anymore.

You are a creator.

Imagine... People and
cyborgs together.

You are the Metallurgical Mother Earth.
Everything's beginning.

- I do not want to be a start.
- You have no choice.

- What does the blood dog say?
- Even signal.

Weak, but sufficient.

- How many hours's head start?
- Mint 20.

- We'll get caught up.
- Och?

I would like to tear her
but she is different.

- Why do you do this?
- It's my call.

Warning! Data changes
are permanent.

Abortion program.

Unable to cancel.

Where did you live?

The trail leads to the ravine.
She is down or down below us.

You could kill both
you and your child.

- How does it feel?
- Bra, despite your efforts.

Forgive. I thought
I could cancel it.

Its survival instinct is strong.
Its powerfield saved you both.

I see the face.

- What is it?
- Were you visiting?

Two recyclers. I thought
they lost the track.

- Thank you for the information. Equipment?
- Pancakes and artillery.

- How far away are they?
- 800 meters. Follow me.

Now we have her, Jocko.

- What is it?
- A suitable defense.

- A cannon?
- It teaches to stop everything.

- I'm not good at this one.
- Move.

Fire.

- We get sheltered.
- Snack, I do not hear anything.

Maybe not.

Jump!

- Where are we going to?
- Cytown is the only safe place.

- Is not it a myth?
- A well-kept secret.

- What was you lying there?
- No, but I can find it.

This way.

- Should we continue?
- Visst, but not alone.

We greet some old friends.
They will surely go to Cytown.

- What are you doing?
- Yes.

- You are overheated. Give me the wheel.
- No one can drive my cart.

- What is it?
- Do not know.

- Cool instruments.
- All is normal.

It meant me. Out! Running!

I can fix it.

What should we do now?
Out in the wilderness!

We have two recyclers after
us, the car is sabbad-

- And if we do not find your fairy
tale, it will be our turn soon.

We are in front.

Is it a power field?

They have a distortor that heats
the microprocessor into a motor.

We drove into it, even though you
knew the car was going to explode?

I did not know exactly
where the power field was

-but we must find it.

I know you are getting weaker. I will join.
Just a little bit more.

- We are almost in front.
- They told you 10 hours ago.

Now I know it.

How many cards, Hale? I do
not have the whole century.

Two.

Thank you.

You then, Decaf?

Decaf!

Hello there!

Four equal... I would
like a new game.

Give me... see...

Give me... two.

It's not fun to play with you.
I'm laying down.

New game, gentlemen. New game.

Bad timing. They do not like us.

What "us"?

- You are not welcome.
- We are chased by recyclers.

- Tasteful, human.
- Is not this free zone here?

Do we look free? Get
it over, Donovan.

I first.

- I can not fight you.
- You have no choice.

- My trip.
- Wait! I know that person.

I do not remember you.

He-he-he-he...

Evans. Charles Osborne Evans.

He wrote... software
for the 204 series.

The man... is a... damn genius.

He wrote my...

How long have you
suffered from that?

56,034... hours... 33 minutes...
and 14 seconds.

Do you have trouble
keeping yourself online?

Not... so white... I know.

Yes!

Do I get...?

Be that good.

You feel a strong pressure
on the shell base.

Did it help?

Increased data transfer from the
center sync to voice centers...

Yes, absolutely. Much better.
Thanks.

- We might let Evans stay.
- Thanks.

They can not stay. That would
mean the end for all of us.

- Kinky words from a newcomer.
- He is not one of us.

The recycler does not get
until he gets what he wants.

He has already killed a woman.

- Doctor in Silica.
- Doc Edford?

Why would he kill a human being?

For my sake. He knows.

What?

I'm pregnant.

Is it possible?

Amazing.

The technology is 100 years old.
It has just not been done before.

Newcomer is right. We can
tackle a few price hunters.

- It happened before.
- Men not an army of recyclers.

- They will kill us.
- It concerns us or them.

- We can not leave them to die.
- We do not owe them anything.

Jo. He is a creator.

42, 957% of the units in town are
built according to his design.

Each of us can thank
him for being there.

She then? Yes, she's cyborg.

But it has happened a lot of
incredible and you all know that.

She is the first of us
to become one of them.

She has made us all the
creators and it makes me proud.

She is the living proof that
we are not just machines.

She is our future.

She dies, we die all.

We must protect her
to save ourselves.

Can you help her?

Thank you, friends, because you
came with such short notice.

Everybody is here. Johnny and
Jimmy O'Hara from Silica...

Jean-Pierre brings
all his hard guys.

- Günter, your hoj has a new design.
- You more fire the better!

Good, we need it. But
first, to the case.

On the other side the mountains
are a wonderful treasure.

You've all thought about it
even though you doubt it.

I have only found it and want
to share the change with you.

- What are you about, Lewellyn?
- Cytown. Frizon's capital.

A metropolis of cyborgs
that walks freely around.

- Busenkelt, huh?
- What are we waiting for?

Calm, we'll fix a
few things first.

We have laid the fists on Silica's
best cognac and it suits everyone.

Then let's bowl for
the big sauce.

- It's our only lab.
- It's good enough.

A pregnant cyborg. Interesting.

- Does the surgeon work?
- Do not know.

We have collected scrap in the entire
zone, but we are not creators.

- Or that?
- The heart of the field of power.

- Cytown's founder built it.
- Advanced models?

In a way. They did not give us
the ability to make ourselves.

Few people can fix themselves.
It requires a rare vision.

I have a vision of being able to stand
on my legs again. Being able to go.

Can you help an old device...?

Sure, Hale. I'll try.

He is not the only one with a dream.
I am programmed to hero-

- But I can not fight.

I still have phantom
feelings of my fingers.

I know what you mean.

I want to keep a sword again
and fight like I once did.

I lived by building cyborgs.
I admired you.

Faster, stronger, more perfect
than I could ever be.

I envy every one of you.
It's long time now.

Fort, up with her.

- What happens?
- Help me!

Move on is little.

Decaf, plug her in.

- However, that's not true.
- What?

- He has aches.
- It's just a few weeks...?

Relax. Cancel all
unimportant systems.

New is wrong. We
have to open her.

Please Evans...

Relax, Cash. Release
the abdominal plate.

- What is it?
- Finished on the first cycle.

- Baby?
- A miracle.

Was good?

- Up with you.
- It hurt.

We have found the power field.
The hoars are grilled. We go.

Come.

- Where is the child?
- We want to see the child.

- It's in the incubation.
- View him.

He is very nice.

- When does he come out?
- In a few months.

- A room with a view.
- How does it feel Cash?

- There is no program for that.
- This is the best thing that happened to us.

No, the worst. It will
be the end of us.

They want it and they will
kill us all on the coup.

Until then, we are
ready to fight.

With hooks and claws?
Wheelchairs and stools? Hardly.

Jocko, we have to go through the power
field. Only you can turn it off.

They do not suspect a cyborg on foot.
Be like them.

- Why?
- Do not take it personally.

Now you are deceived like them.

What is he?

3000 series. A warrior.
No danger.

- What do you have there?
- Look inside.

The child! Top, Jocko.
They will search for it.

Cytown becomes mine.

Not a word to the others, Jocko.

What should we do? Glue it together?
We can not fix the power field.

The basics were wrong.
- Cash is gone.

Forget her. The power field is
sabbath and it's your fault.

- He can fix it. Right?
- There is another technology.

- Do you have emergency equipment?
- It has disappeared over the years.

It's run. Now nothing
can stop the people.

Forget the power field!
It's gone!

Do not you think your whole future
is due to Cash and the child?

- I'll have to get it back.
- He's right.

If Cash does not get into
incubation soon, the child dies.

We collect all camps in the village
and attack from the front.

The chance of victory is 0%.
- I can increase the chances.

Fix the power field, human.
Otherwise it's run.

I may be able to fix it.
I'll try... cyborg.

Wake up, raring.

Tell me now... Do you
break into my cart?

- Where is my child?
- The weather is fine.

See which refined maternal
instinct she has. Concerning.

- I want to know how you work.
- I am not afraid. Do whatever you want.

No, not yet.

These goods are too expensive. I'm
taking another toy in Cytown.

That was me you wanted.
There is nothing for you.

You are naive. You're just
the top of the iceberg.

I'll notice every one of your
simple machines before I'm happy.

One thing you should know: I'm
the worst damn you ever met.

If you do not fit you,
delete my memory bank

- and make you my
private joy device.

Jocko, watch saved.
There are more, raring.

- How can you bet your black?
- Lewellyn is my black.

No! Do not you realize
what he is doing?

- The same as I do.
- Really?

Try to remember what you were
before he deleted your memory bank.

Strunt in it.
Lewellyn owns me now.

Do you only accept orders?
It will be your turn soon.

When your parts become worth
more than your services-

- He shakes your eyes and
sells you like scrap.

Search your software.
In your soul.

I can not... do it. I can not.

I can help you. Connect on me.

Jaques Denard, Cytek 2400.

Type designation:
Sanitation management.

Activated 2/42098.

Meriter: 227 rescue efforts.

1247 successful
field operations.

Status: Stolen.

27/92148.

You were stolen, Jaques. Do you
remember saving your life?

I do not know how to do anymore.

I can teach you. For
me to my child.

I can not. Lewellyn
turns me off.

I'm also afraid, Jaques.
My child can die. Help me.

It's your program.

I do not want the child to die.

I'm in violation of...

I'm not a cyborg.

I'm not a cyborg...

I'm not a cyborg!

I'm not a cyborg.

I am a human being.

A human being.

I forgot my program. Consider.

- Visst feels good?
- Are you on...

My healthy eye looks at one
that needs to be adjusted.

If you click on me again, I will
sell you to the highest bidder.

Stop her! Stop her!

Recover it, you.

Come on, we stick.

They'll get in
through the ravine.

- Thank you. Are you unscathed?
- We have lost a lot of fluid.

You are too weak for transfusion.
We'll take it later.

He comes and he
has a whole army.

A gun car, jeeps and desert huts.
At least 50 men.

He does not just want me. He
wants all, dead or alive.

I do not live alive.
I never go back.

She's right. This is our home. We
must fight for the next generation.

We have to fight together.

This is our strategy:

Jean-Pierre, you come from the east.
Günter from the south.

Jocko and I come from the north.
We meet in the deserted lake.

Then we storm Cytown like
a firebird from hell.

We take them on the bed.
But remember:

Bottled and the
container is min.

- Is it wise, Hale?
- It's too late to turn now.

- We have sworn.
- Not to die.

Show them, El Sid.

- Vilken arsenal.
- We have had a lot of unwanted visits.

- Are all weapons?
- In some ways.

Cyborgs do not bury their dead.

A cyborg cemetery.

Still now, Sid. Soon finished.

- What exciting.
- He feels the arm?

Good. Strong. Stronger
than my old arm.

Now you just have
some synthetic meat.

You are 260, but I
only have 240 legs.

I have no valves for the member.
Sorry, Hale. It's not possible.

Do not do anything.
You did your best.

Strunt in my hands. Weld
these on the stubs.

- So there?
- Let's see.

Good job.

Come on, fittor.

How many men do I take today?

- Electricity increased by 400%.
- Just come on.

Chances of victory?

Draw.

Before I was a joy unit.
I'm not anymore.

Come here...

Lewelline!

Release her.

Not until I have her
eyes around her throat.

Jocko!

Now you are my scrap dealer.

Take him.

Take him!

Never again.

Are you deaf? I own you.

No longer. This
is the free zone.

Are not you really wise?

I can kill you here and now.
Release the rifle, metal brain.

Drop it, I said.

Release it.

Listen to now. Me and
the child are brushing.

If any of your androids are
trying, I will sap the container.

Sabba you the one. Do
whatever you want.

We can not sacrifice our lives
all the way, for a child.

Should the child live in a world where
his parts are more worthy than him?

Where eyes are used as jewelry
and life does not matter?

Be merciful to my child.
Destroy the container.

No, Cash! - You are bluffing.

Take a look at the
future, recycler.

Sweet Mother of God! The bitch has got some
interesting programming...

Fort, it's bad time!

Only the place where you can
control the temperature.

I'm not unique. Just the only
one who survived so far.

The dark time was over and
a new golden age began.