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-[running footsteps] -[panting]

[boy 1] Hey, Roman! Roman!

How does he not hear me?

[boy 2] Don't bother, choom.

-He's got his camera. -[boy 1] So?

[boy 2] Goes all zombie when he's got that out.

Doesn't hear a thing.

[boy 1] What's he scrolling, anyway?

-[boy 2] Movies and stuff. -[boy 3] Movies? Ugh. Boring.

-[boy 2] Says he likes 'em. -[boy 3] That's dumb.

Braindance is way cooler.

[boy 1] Yeah, but Roman's into weird old stuff. Like film.

-[boy 3] Film? What's a film? -[boy 2] You're such a gonkbrain.

People used to go watch 'em together on, like, these mega big screens. Duh!

-[boy 1] Yeah, duh! -[boy 3 scoffs]

Know-it-all! You ever seen one?

[boy 2] I mean… No.

[gasps]

Oh…

[dynamic rock music playing]

Mmph… [gasps]

[power crackles]

["10:15 Saturday Night" by The Cure playing]

♪ 10:15 on a Saturday night ♪

♪ And the tap drips under the striplight ♪

♪ And I'm sitting in the kitchen sink ♪

♪ And the tap drips Drip, drip, drip, drip ♪

♪ Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip ♪

[music fades]

[man 1 breathing shakily]

-[click] -[man 2] Let me see some ID.

-[click, energy crackling] -[man 2 yelps and gurgles]

-[energy crackling] -[man 2 groans]

[spluttering]

-[crunch] -[gurgles]

[thud]

That's 30 seconds we don't get back.

Miguel. Need you to focus.

[Miguel] Sorry about that, King. Won't happen again.

-[thump] -[Miguel] Do we really need to hide him?

[King growls] Still sloppy as ever.

[Miguel] Maybe… we don't tell Emily about this, yeah?

[power crackles]

[metal rattles and clangs]

[Miguel] Ugh! They all look the same. These boxes!

[man 1] Chill, Miggy. Knew this might happen.

-[Miguel] So which is ours? -[man 1] On your left. Six rows up.

-Two to the right. Choice. -[mechanical clicking]

[mechanism whirring and hissing]

You find it?

[Miguel] I think so!

[man 1] Hold it up, yeah?

AR-CPRN-XR-05.

Sweet as. That's a winner.

-[Miguel] Oh, yeah! Whoa! -[thump]

-[Emily] Damn it, Migs! What the hell? -[man 1] Easy!

That's a biochip case! Crack that egg, this geek's cooked!

-[crackling] -Avida?

-Yeah, I know! Skip the lecture. -[Emily sighs]

-[Miguel] Oh, it's so cold! -[robot whirring]

-[Miguel] Target secure. We have the case. -[power humming]

[Miguel] Hello? [sighs]

-King! You hearing me? -[groans] Huh?

[sighs]

Uh…

Miguel. Where's the case?

[Miguel sighs] Ay-yi-yi. Come on, tío.

-[King] You have it! Let's delta! -[Emily groans]

[man 1] Could you all maybe… hurry the fuck up?

[King] Our ride?

[man 1] Front porch, express delivery.

-[Emily] And our wheelman? -[robot running]

[man 1] Sorry. Some items may be sold separately.

Right. Hold on.

Is somethin' wrong?

-Meshuga? -[Meshuga] Shit!

-Fall back-- -[crackles]

-[alarm blaring] -Huh?

[Emily] The door!

[straining]

-[Emily] King! Run a scan! -[grunts]

-[low buzzing] -Uh…

[dramatic music playing]

Uh… uh…

[bleeping]

[clicks]

[gasps]

-[crackling] -[groans]

Miguel!

[grunts]

-[music stops] -[explosion]

Hmm?

Huh?

[debris settling]

[wind gusting]

[gasps] Huh?

[yelps] Stop! Hold it right--

[dynamic music playing]

Miguel! In the car!

Yeah, I know, man!

-[buzzing] -[man 2] Yo, that a fire?

Ain't that Arasaka turf? Hmm.

[Roman] What's this, dear viewers?

Could it be major breaking news?

Oof, I wish.

-[tires squeal] -[bullets ricochet]

[gasps]

-[grunts] -[Roman] I'm not missing any of this--

[grunts]

Hey! Watch it, you gonkbrain!

-Uh… -[man 3] Freeze! Stop--

-[man 4] The fuck did you call me? -Whoa! Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it!

[tires screeching]

-[man 4] Uh… -[Roman wails]

[whimpers]

Uh… Huh?

[Miguel] ¡Hostia puta! This day is cursed!

[winces] Emily, you alive? Eh?

-[Roman gasps] -[Emily] More or less.

[Miguel] King! The fuck is your problem, old man?

-[Roman] Oh! -[Emily] Miguel, the case…

[Miguel] Leave the fucking thing. We need to bail.

-[gunshot] -[man 5] Get on the ground!

[two gunshots]

-[gunfire continues] -[power buzzing softly]

[crackling]

[King groans]

Avi…

[gasps]

[whirring]

[echoing yell] Avida!

-[grunts] -[thrilling music playing]

[man 6 groaning]

Avida!

♪ Fire ♪

-[explosion] -♪ Fire ♪

[Miguel gasping and sobbing]

Emily, please. Just hold on.

I, uh… I'm taking you to a clinic.

[thump]

[Emily] Save yourself, Migs.

Let me go.

Don't say shit like that!

-Fuck. What's wrong with King? -[Roman panting]

[Emily] Cyberpsychosis.

In his eyes. I could see it.

He's snapped.

King's gone.

[man 7 groans]

[vehicle whirring]

-[comms chime] -[man 8] Repeat.

Calling all MaxTac units.

Cyberpsycho suspect advisory.

Trauma Team protected.

They intend to intercept.

-Cease the flying detail, open comm-- -Ugh.

[muffled gunfire]

What a mess.

-[door hisses] -[woman] Mornin'. Clockin' in.

Uh, hey. Whatcha watchin'?

-A freelance video. -[woman] Video?

But we sling BDs, not 2Ds.

We sling what sells, and believe it or not, 2D still does.

Oh! This that Arasaka thing from yesterday?

Yup. MaxTac caught a psycho.

Or they tried to.

Bastard had Trauma Team Plat, so the cavalry swooped in.

Was a corporate shit sandwich split three ways,

and Arasaka got the soggy end.

[woman] Is Arasaka slippin' or what?

Seems like they're takin' big hits more than ever.

-Yo. You scrolled this reel? -[Roman] Yeah.

-Well, look at you! -Aah.

-[woman chuckles] -[muffled gunfire on video continues]

-[man chuckles] -Oh, and there's Trauma Team.

[man] Old dude never stopped swingin', but he's finally down for the count.

-[woman] You know this guy? -[man chuckles] Yeah.

-Goes by "King." -[woman laughs] "King"?

So lame!

[man] You think that's bad, wait till you hear his real name--

What's it worth, Sal?

Huh?

Hmm…

Two hundo.

-[Roman spluttering] -Oh, boy. That's just cruel.

Oh, come on! The news would pay triple that!

Amico mio, N54's coughin' up a hundred for it, tops.

[Roman] Fine. Two hundred.

[chiming]

Candy from a baby. Literally.

[growls] Quit yappin' and get back to work!

Those raw BDs won't tune themselves!

[woman] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[bleep]

-[gunfire on video resumes] -I'll see ya around, snack-size.

Ugh, back to the grind.

[door hisses]

[door closes]

[yelling and tires screeching on video]

Look, Roman.

It's all BDs now. Braindance fever.

Got any idea the kind of eddies Jessie rakes in with tune jobs these days?

But Braindance tuning and video making are worlds apart.

BDs are just relived memories. There's no craft in it. No soul.

Oh, man, were you born in the wrong century.

The people have spoken. They want BDs. Time you saw the writin' on the wall.

Film's dead. Move on, kid.

But BDs can't deliver good stories.

[Sal scoffs] Come on. You're exaggeratin'.

[Roman] In Braindance, nothing separates the audience from the action.

It's just one layer deep.

But film has the screen. It acts like a boundary.

One you're supposed to cross, so you forget it was ever there.

Stories transport us.

That's why they matter. Why we still need them.

[Sal] Little fuckin' philosophizer.

If you're stickin' with cam work, try scrollin' Maelstrom.

As in the booster gang? Those guys are dangerous.

I thought you needed the money.

Footage of those chrome freaks chippin' extreme cyberware,

that shit's a hot seller, ain't easy to come by.

[Roman] No way! That's practically snuff!

-There's no art in that! -[growls]

-[Roman] Plus, where would I even start? -You're the genius. Figure it out!

If it was easy, it wouldn't be worth a damn!

Land me a reel of those nutjobs, I'll pay ya enough for a top-shelf camera.

Money's one thing, old man. Good cams just aren't on the market anymore.

[sighs]

I got a 35. You want a 35mm?

[Roman yelps]

-[whimpering] -[Sal] Got film for it, too.

But to be honest, not sure the fossil even works.

Get that footage, she's yours. Course, there's always BDs.

I gotta scroll Maelstrom, huh?

[woman 1] Talia, stop! Get your foot back over here!

You're not getting out of here this time! Don't even try!

-Hey! -[glass smashes]

-[King groans] -[woman 1] Talia!

-[woman 2] Miss Yang again? -[man 1] How many times is that?

-[King groans] -[woman 2] Doctor, I thnk he's waking up.

Said almost two months? Really been outta commish that long?

[man 2] Pretty wild, right? But hey, you're lucky to be alive.

If you didn't have TT Platinum, you'd be in a MaxTac body bag right now.

Sure is worth the fat price tag.

In a MaxTac body bag?

[doctor] That's right. Says here you nearly had a full cyberpsychotic break.

Cyberpsychosis? Can't be right.

[doctor] Tough pill to swallow, I know,

but your cyberware usage far exceeded healthy limits.

Add any stressors, anxiety, emotional distress, and, well… [chuckles]

[King] No. No, I… I was at my peak.

I never felt any of that.

It's fairly common to show no early signs or symptoms.

And the science is so fuzzy, it's tough to pinpoint the root cause.

But, mister, your case was darn near textbook.

You pushed past your limits and hit a breakin' point.

So we swapped out your high-risk hardware for low-draw alternatives

to minimize neural load.

Don't worry 'bout your brain goin' boom. You're perfectly safe now.

Give you my word.

-[metal squeaks] -So how long? Hmm?

Till I can chip my old chrome again?

[doctor] Don't think you understand. This is permanent.

You don't quit cold turkey, it's game over, cowboy.

Is this a joke?

[doctor] The moment you plug back in even once… boom!

Not to mention, your insurance just dried up.

In other words, there's no stoppin' MaxTac next time.

-Uh… -[doctor] Well, that' should cover it.

Now, let's talk fees. It was a heck of a bill,

but you, sir, had some impressive savings.

Wasn't enough, but our repo squad went to your home,

worked their magic and settled the rest.

You're outte here debt free!

It's a dream come true!

Huh?

[bleeping]

[musical ringtone]

-[bleep] -[Meshuga] King! You… you're alive?

-[King] Apparently. -[Meshuga] No, yeah.

-Preem as. -[Miguel] Meshuga, did you say "King"?

[King] That Miguel? Where you boys at? Afterlife?

[Miguel] Let me fucking talk to him.

[Meshuga] I'll, uh, have to buzz you back.

-[bleep] -[call fades]

-[thumping] -[Meshuga] Miguel, enough! Lay off him!

You're being a dick!

For Christ's sakes!

[Miguel panting]

[techno music playing on speakers]

[Meshuga] Show's over, folks. Back to your bevvies.

Shit, man. Be all right, yeah?

[groans] Peachy.

[whirring]

[King] Hmm.

[Meshuga] Lettin' Miggy wallop you like that.

Gone soft, have you, mate? [chuckles]

A little too much bed rest.

[Miguel breathing shakily]

[Meshuga] You stable now, then?

-[King] Hmm? -[Meshuga] Was it, uh…

[King] Cyberpsychosis?

-[Meshuga] Yeah. -[King] I'm fine.

But they downgraded me.

Doc said my chrome was a death sentence.

[Meshuga] No shit?

[King] Tell me straight, Meshuga.

What happened back then?

-[Miguel] You should've died. -[gasps]

-Uh… -Oi.

[Miguel] You fucking snapped, is what happened.

If you didn't go psycho, then Emily would still be…

-[trembling] -[footsteps]

-[King] Miguel-- -[Miguel] Don't touch me.

Choomba, hear me out.

[yelps]

[Miguel] Don't touch me, I said.

[seethes]

[Meshuga] Miggy, it ain't his fault.

-He never meant to… Miggy! -[Miguel] Let me go!

[King] I can't remember! Memory's fragged.

That day… Emily…

-What happened? -[Miguel] You fucking killed her!

-I what? -[Miguel] Why?

Why'd we have to put her in the ground, while your gonk ass gets to live?

You should've died there with her!

What kinda edgerunner are you?

-[panting shakily] -[running footsteps]

-[door whirrs] -[King] Meshuga…

[Meshuga] Oughtta bounce, choom.

Talk soon, eh?

[spark fizzes]

[vehicle approaches]

[man] Yo, King!

Got time for a chat?

[King yelps]

-[blows landing] -[King grunting]

[melancholy music playing]

Lemme guess. Prob'ly don't 'member me?

Course ya don't!

The Almighty King's a big deal! He's hot shit!

What's with that look?

[crunching]

[man 1] You chooms ever hear his real name?

Weak Kingsley.

Suits him better, don't it?

Crew-killin' coward.

Don't make me finish what MaxTac couldn't!

[gang laughing]

-[laughter echoing] -[music fades]

[King groaning]

[Roman] Hey. I'm at the spot. It's sealed up tight.

You sure it's here?

[Sal] Course, amico mio. Thereabouts.

-[sighs] What does that mean? -[Sal] Just poke around, kid.

-[call fades] -Huh?

Old fart's no use at all.

[groans]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

[panting]

[metal resonates]

[men] Oh.

[joyful electronic music playing]

[men] Hah!

[acrobat grunts]

Oh!

[grunts]

Huh?

-[yelps] -[crash]

And who are you?

[Roman screams]

[acrobat] A kid?

Uh, I'm sorry. I was just filming you.

[yelps] Ow!

-Okay, that's fair. -[acrobat] Huh.

[Roman] I shoulda asked.

-But I was afraid to call out. So… -Huh?

[metal clangs]

You see, I'm looking for Maelstrom…

[breathing shakily]

[acrobat] You're still mostly ganic?

-[Roman whimpers] -[acrobat] Why?

[Roman] Why? I… I don't know.

Never really thought about it.

-[click] -[Roman whimpers]

[acrobat] You prefer life as a sack of flesh and guts

[Roman] No! Wait! What are you--

[acrobat] Go on. Cross.

[breathing shakily]

[gulps] Okay.

Shouldn't have scrolled without asking. I'm really sorry--

[acrobat] I'm not after an apology.

-You watched me make the jump. -[Roman] Whoa!

[acrobat] Now it's my turn to watch you.

-No way, I'd never make it! -How come?

[Roman] I don't have implants like yours!

[acrobat] Yet you walk around acting like you don't need 'em.

So, prove to me you don't.

[Roman trembling]

[man 1] There she is.

Talia! How's the new stabilizer runnin'?

[Talia] Preem. No issues.

-M-Maelstrom. -[man 1] Who's the runt?

Yo, is he full ganic?

-[woman] Yeah. All I see is meat. -[trembling]

[Talia] Says he's here to see your friendly faces.

-[Roman yelps] -Oh?

Well, that's not exactly what I meant--

If you're here to see us, means you came for one reason.

[man 1] Evolution.

Evolu-- [yelps]

-[whimpering] -[man 2] Ugh. Stop struggling.

-[woman] Relax, you're gonna look sick. -[Talia] Mmm.

[Roman squealing in panic]

[man 2] Later, girly!

[muffled screaming]

-[man 3] Quit your squealin', will ya? -[muffled yelling]

[banging]

[intruder grunts]

[running footsteps]

[gasps]

[muffled screaming]

[man 2] Made a wise choice comin' to see us, kid.

-So spongy. So vulnerable. -[muffled screaming]

[woman] Been wantin' to give this baby a whirl.

-[man 2] Oh-ho, we got a new toy? -[tape ripping]

-[muffled screaming] -[man 2] We said no squealin'.

[Roman whimpers]

[man 2] Now, then.

Want anesthesia or not?

-[Roman yelling] -[man 2] That a "no"?

[woman] So brave!

-[intruder] A kid? Ugh! -[man 2] Whatever you say.

-Showtime. -[rock music playing]

-[buzzing] -[all] Huh?

-[all yelp] -[thudding]

[muffled whimpers]

[spluttering]

[intruder] Rats. Plan's up in dust.

And he's not here.

Sunshine, you all right?

Mmm! Mm-hm!

[chuckles]

-Mmm, mmm! -[yelps]

[growls]

[spluttering and groaning]

Call that a hack?

[gasps and coughs]

[coughing]

Hey. Can you get outta here on your own?

-Not saving you twice! -Huh?

[man 3 groaning]

-[gasps] -[intruder] Nuh-uh.

-[grunts] -Fella's name is Helio.

But you already knew that.

Mind telling me where he is?

Or you're lookin' to spit bullets.

Helio ain't even in the gang no more!

-[crackling] -[screams]

-You know that wasn't what I asked. -[whimpering]

Okay, okay! I'll show you where he's holed up!

-[bleeping] -[intruder grunts]

-Cool. -[man 3 yelps]

[music stops]

-[intruder chuckles] -[footsteps receding]

Uh, my camera!

[whimpers] Ugh!

Least I brought a backup.

-Uh… Oh! Hey, choom! -[door closes]

-[spluttering] -[Roman] Heh.

-I worried you'd leave through the front-- -You brain-dead?

You realize you could've been sliced and diced, hacked and slashed,

turned into a toaster or worse?

-[panting heavily] -Well, I appreciate you saving me, is all.

And I wanna, you know, show you my thanks.

Your thanks?

[Roman] I happen to live just down the block.

Aaah! [grunts]

Need more beer.

-[Roman] There is no more. -Huh?

That's the last of it. That was all the beer we had in the house.

No more thanks?

I'll, uh… go to the store.

[rescuer snoring]

[grunts]

[snoring]

[grunts]

[groans] Night will fall soon…

[Roman] Uh…

What am I gonna tell Dad?

[sighs]

What's the point?

[heavy rainfall]

[man 1 on TV] Who do they think they are?

[man 2] That's enough! Fuck them! Fuck this disrespect!

[woman] I can't with these damn badges.

[man 3] Oh shit, my ride!

-[rescuer] What's this? -[Roman] Uh…

[man 1] That's one hell of a rig, friend.

-[Roman] Burst Panic: The Big Crash. -[man] Where'd you find it?

Never heard of it.

-[man 2] That's them! We've got 'em! -I kinda figured.

-[man 4 yelling] -[gasps]

-[blows landing] -[man 4] Static-ass streetpunks!

-Bring it on! -[rescuer] It's set in the Badlands?

Is it?

-Yup. It's a nomad flick, after all. -[man 5] Guys, please!

Violence is not the answer!

-[woman] Can it, you coward! -[gunshot]

-[woman] Muster some backbone for once! -[gunfire]

[man 1] Who the holy hell is that?

[man 6] I'm the goddamn sheriff of this land! You answer to me!

You scumsucker!

[King] Gimme the Lexington.

[waves breaking]

[King] Never thought I'd use this peashooter again.

Takes me back to my rookie days.

Hah.

[laughs]

[melancholy music playing]

Avida…

To see you one last time--

-[ringing] -[gasps]

Avida?

-Uh… -[car door opens]

[inaudible]

Avida!

-[crackling] -[music fades]

-[bleeping] -[gasps]

[heavy metal music playing]

-[music fades] -[power crackling]

["Watson" by Petite Meller feat. Oslo Green playing]

♪ Didn't mean to sound arrogant ♪

♪ Suddenly we don't feel the same ♪

♪ All I needed was to get it straight ♪

♪ How I feel isn't complicated ♪

♪ Everything that I long to be ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ There's more than meets the eye ♪

♪ Everything that I long to be ♪

♪As in you and ♪

♪ I'm wandering on the city harbour ♪

♪ Now possibly I will see you ♪

♪ In Watson ♪

♪ Run away with me ♪

♪ You're my West Coast problem ♪

♪ Now, finally ♪

♪We are goin' home ♪

♪ Once again, I lose it all ♪

♪ Once again, I lose it ♪

♪ Once again, I lose it ♪

♪ Once again, I lose it all ♪

♪ Begging for this love♪

♪ Once again, I lose it all ♪