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Hey, Roman! Hey!
Huh? He's gone. Guess he couldn't hear me.
No use calling him when he's got his camera out.
No use?
He can’t hear you. Gets all wrapped up.
In what?
His camera.
Why would he care about that?
Says he likes it.
Does he use it for BD and stuff?
No, he likes cinema.
"Cinema"? What's a "cinema"?
Such a gonkbrain...
You watch 'em on a screen in a dark room.
Know-it-all! You even been to one?
I mean... No...
You... don't work here, do you?
That's 30 seconds we don't get back, Miguel.
Get it together.
S-sorry 'bout that, King.
Just leave the body!
Miguel. You're too sloppy.
Hey, can we not tell Emily about this?
Fuck! These boxes all look the same!
Chill, Miguel. Knew this might happen.
So which is ours?
Left side... that row. Hop two to the right... Bingo.
Find it?
Are we sure?
Hold it up for me?
AR-CPRN-XR-05.
Yep, that's our mark.
Got it!
What the hell are you doing?
Hey! Careful with it. Case has a biochip inside!
Avida?
Yeah, yeah. I know!
Phew, it's cold!
Target secured.
...Hey! Said we got the case!
King! You hear me?
What, Miguel? You got the case?
Hey... C'mon, man...
We have it! Let's delta!
Seriously, guys...
Our ride?
Hacked the one sitting out front.
And our wheelman?
Not included! Better figure it out...
...Hold on.
Somethin' wrong?
- Hey, Meshuga? - Shit! Fall ba--
The door!
King! Run a scan!
Miguel!
Hey! Hold it right--
Miguel, the car!
I know!
Yo, that a fire?
Ain't that Arasaka turf?
What's this? Could it be major breaking news?
Eh, I wish...
Not takin' my eyes off--
Hey! Watch where you're... walking...
- Freeze! Stop right there, or-- - The fuck did you say, kid?
Whoa! S-s-s-sorry!
Shit! What is it with today?
Emily, are you okay? Hey!
More or less...
King! The fuck is your problem, old man?
Miguel, the case...
Just leave it! The gig's a bust.
Hey! Stop where you are!
Avida...
Avida!
Avida!
C'mon, Emily. Hang in there.
We... we gotta get you to a clinic...
Forget it... Save yourself and run, Miguel.
Don't say shit like that! Fuck... What's wrong with King?
Cyberpsychosis.
I saw it when our eyes met.
That look in his eyes... He's gone psycho.
———... ——— at ——— Cyberpsycho...
What a mess.
Hey. Clockin' in.
Uh, whatcha watchin'?
A freelance video.
Video? But we're a BD shop.
There's still a market for vids like these too.
Oh! This that Arasaka thing from yesterday's newsfeed?
Yup. MaxTac tried to bag a 'psycho...
Only the bastard had VIP platinum coverage.
Trauma Team came rushing in to save him.
Arasaka was the only one left eatin' shit.
Is Arasaka slippin' or what? Feels like they're takin' big hits more than ever.
- Hey, did you film this? - Yeah.
Huh. Not bad.
Oh, and there's Trauma Team.
Old man was doin' good for his age, but he's finally down for the count.
He famous?
Goes by "King."
"King"? So lame!
Right? Think that's bad, wait'll I tell ya his real name--
So, what's it worth?
- Two hundo. - That's cheap. Stupidly cheap.
Forget it! The news would pay way more!
N54 might cough up a hundred, tops.
Fine... 200.
Kinda childish of you.
Quit yappin' and get back to work! Those raw BDs won't tune themselves!
Yeah, yeah...
Bye-bye, then.
Ugh, back to the grind...
Look, Roman. You wanna make money, it's all BDs now. Braindance.
Got any idea the kind of eddies Jessie rakes in with tunejobs these days?
Calling BD tuning "editing" is a stretch.
It's not the same as cutting video. BDs are just relived memories.
Where's the fun in that?
Man oh man, were you born in the wrong century.
The people want BDs. Not the videos you like.
Film's dead.
You can't tell stories with BDs.
Stories? Who needs 'em?
BDs have no boundaries. Nothing separates the audience from the action.
Films have screens. But great films pull you right through that boundary.
You forget the screen's there.
That's why they matter.
That's why stories matter.
Little fuckin' philosophizer...
If you don't wanna scroll BDs, then try scrollin' Maelstrom.
Maelstrom? Those guys're dangerous.
Thought you needed the money.
Footage of them chippin' chrome ain't easy to come by, but that shit's a hot seller.
That's practically snuff! There's no art in that! Plus, where would I even start?
Figure it out!
If it was easy, it wouldn't be worth a damn!
Land me a reel, and I'll pay ya enough to get a top-shelf camera.
But good cams aren't even on the market in the first place.
35mm. I've got a 35mm.
Got film, too. Not sure the fossil still works though...
Get that footage, she's yours. Or else, there's always BDs.
Maelstrom, huh?
Talia, stop! You're not getting away this time!
Hey... Talia! I said stop! Tali--
- Talia! - Miss Yang again?
How many times is that?
The patient is awake.
Fifty days? I was asleep for that long?
Pretty wild, right?
But at least you're alive.
If you didn't have platinum coverage, you'd be in a MaxTac body bag right now.
Sure is worth the fat price tag.
In a body bag?
MaxTac?
That's right. You nearly had a full cyberpsychotic break.
Cyberpsychosis? Me?
Hate to say it, but you overdid the chrome.
There's a limit to how much the human body can handle.
Add stress and whatever else on top of that, and well...
No, I was at my peak.
Never felt any stress...
It's fairly common to show no signs or symptoms.
Truth is, there's still a lot we don't understand about what triggers it.
But your case was darn near textbook.
You pushed past your limit. That's just the fact of it.
We've cut the nonessential hardware and swapped in low-draw alternatives.
Don't worry about your brain goin' boom for now. Give ya my word.
So how long?
How long before I can use them--
Don't be stupid, choom. You tryna die?
Absolutely no chrome, ever.
You're kidding?
The moment you plug back in...
Kaboom!
And you don't have insurance to protect you anymore.
There's no stoppin' MaxTac next time they come for you.
Well, that's that.
Now, let's talk about your bill.
Good thing you saved up! Care like this would bankrupt most people!
We had to repo a few things to cover the shortfall, but you're all set!
God bless you!
- King! You're alive? - Apparently.
I mean... that's great.
Hey, did you say "King"?
That Miguel? You boys at the Afterlife?
Is that him?
Sorry, I'll have to ring ya back.
Miguel, knock it off!
Stop! I said enough, Miguel!
Sorry, folks... Don't mind us.
King, you all right?
Yeah...
Gone soft, have ya? Lettin' Miguel wallop ya like that...
Guess I need rehab.
You stable now?
I hate to say this, but...
Cyberpsychosis?
- Yeah. - I'm fine.
But they shut down all my chrome.
Any reactivation's a death sentence.
No shit?
Tell me, Meshuga.
- What happened then-- - You should've died.
Hey...
You fuckin' snapped is what happened.
If you hadn't lost your shit, Emily would still be...
- Miguel, listen-- - Don't touch me.
Miguel, I...
Don't fuckin' touch me, I said.
Hey, wait, Miguel! It ain't King's fault...
- Lemme go! - Miguel!
Tell me!
I can't remember. What did I do? Did Emily--
You fuckin' killed her!
I did?
Why... Why's Emily dead, but your gonk ass gets to live?
Should've died there with her!
What kinda edgerunner are you?
Meshuga...
You should go.
Talk soon, ay?
Yooo!
Mr. King!
Hey, remember us?
'Course ya don't, do ya?
The "King's" a big deal!
What's with that look?
You chooms ever hear his real name?
Weak Kingsley. "Weak" suits him better.
Crew-killin' piece of shit!
Don't ever show your face 'round here again!
I'm at the building you told me about. It's sealed up tight.
Really sure it's here?
'Course. Thereabouts.
"Thereabouts"?
Just poke around.
Old fart's no use at all...
And who are you?
A kid?
Uh, I'm sorry. I filmed without asking...
Ow...
Sorry, but I thought it wouldn't be safe to call out.
Actually... I'm lookin' for...
Maelstrom...
You're still mostly 'ganic?
Why?
"Why?" I dunno... Not really interested--
Ouch!
How can you be in a body like that?
Whoa! What?
Cross it.
Shouldn'ta filmed without askin'. I'm really sorry...
Not what we're talking about right now.
You saw me do it. Now it's my turn to watch you.
No way, I can't!
How come?
'Cause it's impossible without implants!
Yet you think you can just live without 'em.
So, prove to me you don't.
There she is.
Talia! How's the stabilizer runnin'?
Preem. No issues.
Maelstrom...
Who's the runt?
Yo, he's full 'ganic.
You're right. He's not modded at all.
Says he's interested in you guys.
That's not... exactly what I meant...
Say no more.
Welcome to the club.
The club...
Stop strugglin'.
Relax, you're gonna look sick.
Later, Talia!
Quit your squealin'.
Made a wise choice with us, kid.
No one wants to be all meat.
Been wantin' to give this baby a whirl.
Ooh, you got a new toy?
We said no squealin'.
Now then... Want anesthesia or nah?
- That a "no"? - He's so brave!
- A kid? - Whatever you say.
Showtime.
Rats... Plan's up in dust.
Aaand he's not here.
Hey, you all right?
Another runner!
Can you get out of here on your own? Not savin' you twice!
Hey.
You know him, right? Fella's name is Helio. Mind tellin' me where he is?
You understand the position you're in?
Helio ain't in the gang no more!
I'm asking where the hell he is.
Okay, okay, this is where he's holed up!
Cool.
Ah, my camera!
Least I have a backup...
Oh, hey, choom!
Phew, I was worried you might leave through the front--
You brain-dead? Do you realize you coulda been killed, chopped up, or worse?
I appreciate you savin' me.
And I wanna show you my thanks.
Your thanks?
Well, I happen to live near by.
Another round.
There is no more.
That's the last of it. Everything we had in the house.
No more thanks?
I'll... go buy more.
What'm I gonna tell Dad?
No point filmin' this...
The hell are those gonks?
We gonna sit here and let 'em clown us?
- Damn badges think they can step on us! - Oh shit, my ride!
What're you watching?
"Burst Panic: The Big Crash."
Never heard of it.
That's them! We've got 'em!
Kinda figured.
Static-ass streetpunks! Bring it on!
It's... set in the Badlands... is it?
Yup. It's a nomad flick, after all.
Can it!
Muster some backbone for once!
Who the hell is that?
I'm the goddamn sheriff of this land!
You scum!
Gimme the Lexington.
Never thought I'd use a Lexington again...
Takes me back to my rookie days.
Avida...
Wish I could've seen you one last time--
Avida?
Avida!
Subtitle translation by: CD PROJEKT RED & Megumi Hunter
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