All language subtitles for Vindicator.1986.DVDRip.Retail

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE ANSWERED)

MAN: Good evening, ARC Aerospace.
No, ma'am, he's gone for the day.

(CHIMP GIBBERING)

WOMAN: He's never been trained.

But watch what happens
when I give him a command.

Any requests?

Make him clap his hands.

Stick out his tongue.

Cross his arms.

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.

With this keyboard, we can virtually
control his every movement.

But that's not all.

We've put in a little something extra,

- an automatic defense program.
- (CHIMP SHRIEKING)

MAN: He just looks scared shitless to me.

WOMAN: He is. He's trapped.

Watch what happens
when the robot touches him.

(CHIMP SHRIEKING)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

MAN: Wow.

WOMAN: He's hooked up
to my rage response activator.

It switches on automatically

whenever the monkey's hide
is touched by anything or anyone.

(BEEPING ACCELERATING)

My God, his heart rate.

His brainwaves are going
right through the ceiling.

Can you shut it off?

Yeah, I can with this remote keyboard.
But I don't have to. Watch.

(BEEPING SLOWS)

Once the threat has been destroyed,

the rage response activator
shuts off automatically

and Supermonkey turns back into
mild-mannered Clark Kent.

Is that all the juice
we can get out of that rage thing?

Seems to have done the job.

Let's see what happens
when he's really provoked.

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

(CHIMP SHRIEKING LOUDLY)

(BEEPING ACCELERATING)

(ALARM SIGNAL BEEPING)

I'm going to deactivate it.

No, Gail, leave it alone.
I want to see how far this thing will go.

Whyte, we're going terminal here.

(BEEPING STOPS)

(PRIMATES CHATTERING)

Well, Gail,
you've got a lot more work to do.

Come on, come on. Get to it.

LAUREN: Carl, what's wrong?

What's wrong is Alex Whyte.

He cut my budget again
without any explanation.

And he took three of my prototype chips
before I had the chance to test them.

And every time I try to talk to him about it,

he avoids me or he comes up
with some kind of stupid excuse.

I don't know what's wrong with that man.

You know, any lab in the country
would be happy to have you.

Yeah, well, I'm going in there
tomorrow morning

and I'm not gonna take no for an answer.

Good.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey.

(PATS HER STOMACH)

- How are we doing?
- Fine.

Yeah?

You wanna try for twins?

Yeah.

MAN: (ON RADIO) What the fuck
you doing down there?

You're supposed to be at Young
and Leonard Street for the airport pick up.

And 742, your wife called.

Pick up a quart of milk on the way home,
and don't dilly-dally.

- You know what?
- What?

- I think it's time to fix that ground wire.
- I think you're right.

WOMAN: (OVER P.A.) Dr. Whitman,
call 24, please. Dr. Whitman, 24.

- So how do we handle it?
- I want to talk to you, Alex.

- Shit.
- Alex, I tried to stop him. I'll call security.

Hey, it's okay, Scott. Security is for spies.
Carl's on our side, remember?

- It's okay.
- Yes, sir.

Well, sometimes
she takes me a little too literally.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
trade her in for a newer model.

I want some answers, Alex,
or I'm gonna blow the whistle on you.

In the last two months $1.6 million has
been slashed from my silicon project.

Alex, I'm that close to finishing.
I need that money.

Now, something's going on here,

and you're deliberately
keeping me in the dark about it,

and I don't like that.

That money's being used for research
that will revolutionize science.

Cut the bullshit, Alex.
I've heard all this before.

I don't trust you.

Now you're gonna tell me
everything that's going on right now

or I'm gonna bust this thing wide open.

Less than two days. Just give me two days
and I'll tell you everything we got.

You're gonna be very excited
about what's going on here

and you're gonna be a big part of it.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll be back in two days.

MASSEY: Think it's time, Alex?

Hmm.

Morning.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Oh!

Morning, Burt.

You got me.

I'm impressed.

You're gonna be a daddy. Yay!

Congratulations. Lauren told me.

- Thanks, Burt. It feels great.
- Yeah.

You gotta promise me one thing, though.

If you ever get tired of your family,
you'll give them to me.

Hey, they're yours.

I need a cup of coffee.

- I'll get it. It's my turn.
- No way.

You shouldn't be moving around too much.

(CHUCKLES)

(ALARM BEEPING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

Hey, wake up out there.
Something's getting hot.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Hey, Belman, Simpson, you guys out there?

Come on!

(ALARM BEEPING)

Open, God damn it!

Get me the hell out of here.

Open the door, you asshole!

This whole fucking place is gonna blow!

(ALARM BLARING)

No.

No!

- (CHURCH ORGAN PLAYING)
- WHYTE: Carl Lehman fearlessly

walked into a time bomb

that was rumbling and ready to explode.

And he sacrificed his life
so that others might live.

Rest in peace, Carl.

I'm so sorry, Lauren.
I'm gonna miss Carl very much.

He was a terrific scientist
and he was a terrific friend.

Bullshit.

MASSEY: It looks pretty good so far.
The vital functions are stable.

GAIL: You mean, that thing's alive?

MASSEY: Well, that would depend
on your definition of the word "life."

We are preserving the brain
in an oxygenating solution.

I know about that. Some sort of
a Japanese concoction, isn't it?

That's the stuff.

White blood.

Jesus, looks kind of creepy.

What in the hell is it?

Looks a bit like
you on a Monday morning, Simpson.

Very funny.

That's a terrible way
to talk about your old colleague,

- Carl Lehman.
- GAIL: What?

Carl Lehman?
What are you talking about, Carl Lehman?

What we have here
is a perfect opportunity.

I don't know, Alex. This isn't some animal.

Yeah, but we're ready.

All of you have been working in your
own specific fields and experiments,

which, if combined,
could recreate human life.

A brain in a tank? That's not life.

No, not a tank. Kessler's Mars landing suit.

A living human brain
in an indestructible mechanical body.

With tremendous strength,
thanks to Simpson's prosthetics.

Well?

Let's go for it.

Right.

Gail?

I cannot emphasize enough
the need for secrecy.

Therefore, from now on
our experiment will be known as

Project Frankenstein.

BURT: Are you sure
you want to stay here, Lauren?

LAUREN: I'll be okay.

Catherine's gonna stay with me
for a few days.

I'm just really glad that you were there.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Burt.

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my God.

Oh, Burt, look.

This is exactly what I goddamn needed.

Inconsiderate animals! My God, Burt!

Oh, Carl.

You knew we were gonna have a baby
and you should have thought of that, Carl.

You should have thought of us!

Better call the police.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(SCREAMS)

Catherine, you scared the shit out of me.

What the hell do you think you did to me?

You always greet people
at the door like this, Burt?

MAN: Okay, tell him we got Lehman's files
and tore the place up

to look like a burglary.

GAIL: Data analysis functions on standby.

KESSLER: Environmental check.

SIMPSON: His body and organs
are completely non-functional.

But with the suit's onboard computer,

we can regulate
the supply of oxygenating fluid to his brain.

KESSLER: His eyes were untouched.

Thank God he was wearing goggles.

GAIL: We're ready, Doctor.
Everything checks out.

I'm going in.

I'm going to insert the first electrode
into his brain.

By connecting his brain to the computer,

he will be able to control
the movements of the suit.

His thoughts will be translated into action
by the program.

Readout.

0.045 millimeters in grid A,
5 for the occipital lobe.

Increase the wash rate.

I said increase the wash rate.

EEG is low normal.

Can you pick it up, Massey?

Elapsed time one hour and 25 minutes.

It's done.

(SIGHS)

GAIL: We have a signal.

His brain is communicating directly
with the computer.

(IMITATING GERMAN ACCENT)
Well, Dr. Frankenstein,

shall we turn him on?

Anytime, Igor.

He's autonomous.

GAIL: I still don't understand why

you connected the rage response
activator to the computer.

If he senses any kind of threat,
he could turn into an uncontrollable killer.

No. As long as I have the remote, it will be
my decision when to trigger the reaction.

(EEG TRACING)

What's going on?

I don't know. The signal's
not getting through to his brain.

The computer program works.
I've checked it a hundred times.

The suit is operational.

Then why isn't he working, huh?

Fuck.

Gail, tear him apart.

Break him down
and find out what the hell went wrong.

Maybe the next time you overpaid geniuses
are handed a golden opportunity like this,

you won't fuck it up.

KESSLER: (IMITATING GERMAN ACCENT)
Yes, master.

Should I look for another body, master?

Watch it, Kessler. It could be you.

Shut up, the both of you.

(PRIMATES CHATTERING)

Okay, Carl.

Let's see where we screwed up.

(CRACKLING)

(CHIMP SHRIEKING)

(PRIMATES SHRIEKING)

Carl.

Can you hear me?

You've had an accident, Carl,
but you're all right.

I just want to put the remote unit
back in the suit.

I promise you, you'll feel a lot better
once I get this back in you.

(SCREAMS)

GAIL: No. My God.

- Go back!
- (PRIMATES SHRIEKING)

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Get off of me!

SECURITY: We've got an alarm sounding
in Dr. Vernon's lab. Check it out.

Come on, let's go.

(ALARM BLARING)

(PRIMATES SHRIEKING)

SECURITY: Oh, my God!

(CHIMPS SHRIEKING)

(SCREAMING)

Get it off!

Okay. Good night.

Okay, that's it. Let's go.

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING ACCELERATING)

- CARL: No!
- (ALARM BLARING)

This whole fucking place is gonna blow!

Open the door, you asshole!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What the hell?

- Found him yet?
- No, sir. No, sir.

But a guy in a spacesuit
shouldn't be too hard to find.

And one thing I don't understand,
Mr. Whyte,

is why he'd wanna steal it in the first place.

Who knows?

- Has there been any traffic in or out?
- No. Well, except for a garbage truck.

Could he have gotten
in the back of the truck?

Well, I doubt it.

I mean, with the crusher and the chemicals,
he'd be dead by now.

Keep looking.

You see? I told you he'd work.
I knew he'd work.

He works, he works.

But Gail's dead, and
the fucking remote unit is still up in her lab.

Christ! How do we control him?

Sloppy. Very sloppy.

What are we supposed to do now?

He's not inside the building.

It's gotta be that garbage truck.

All right, listen, we've gotta find him fast.

If someone touches him, anyone,

his onboard computer will take over
and he'll kill.

(DISTORTED VOICES)

(BURGLAR ALARM RINGING)

Hey, man. Look at that dude over there.

Don't he know
these streets ain't safe at night?

Hey, jerkoff, wait for us!

Hey, I'm a little short on cash.
Let's go make a withdrawal.

(CHUCKLES) Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Yoo-hoo, where are you?

Hey, man, come on. Don't be shy.

(CHUCKLES) We just want to be friendly.

I'm getting a little tired
of this hide-and-seek bullshit.

Get your ass out here, turkey.

There he is.

I see him.

Where do you think you're going?

Holy shit, man! Trick or fucking treat?

He looks like the Silver fucking Surfer,
man.

Yeah, after he ran into the Incredible Hulk.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, well, this jerkoff
just went to his last costume party.

(GRUNTS)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

(GRUNTS)

(BEEPING ACCELERATES)

Hey!
(GRUNTS)

What the hell?

Come on, you fucker!

Please. Hey, hey.

Please, I didn't do nothing.

Please.

I...

- (CRUMPLING)
- (SCREAMING)

(BEEPING SLOWING DOWN)

(BIKER GROANS)

Please, don't hurt me no more.

Let's get out of here.

My God!

Come on, Kessler, let's go.
He must still be around.

How do we stop him?

Well, you made the goddamn suit!

Yeah, but it was supposed
to land on fucking Mars,

not in some Christ-forsaken alley!

MASSEY: We should never have used him
for the experiment.

We should have just finished him off
the way we planned it.

But you, you had to play God.

Where the hell would he go?

Who knows?

Maybe he went home.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

Catherine?

Catherine, are you awake?

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Lauren?

Lauren?

Lauren?

Lauren?

Lauren?

Who are you? What do you want?

It's me, Carl.

I'm still alive.

Lauren, find Burt. I need Burt.

And tell him to be careful of Whyte.

What should I tell Whyte?

No, don't. Stay away from Whyte.

He's made me a killer.

How do I know this isn't a sick joke?

Please tell Burt.

And don't dilly-dally.

Carl.

I love you.

All right, Alex, there is nothing
to connect ARC to those kids.

But just in case, I sent Brian down to
The Herald to keep an eye on things.

Okay, good. What about Chief Doherty?

Well, he'll think
it's one of those street gang things.

Alex, I just don't understand.

I don't understand how Carl
could have killed those kids.

What made him do it?

- You son of a bitch! What do you think...
- See, I attack you, you get angry,

but your mind and your body
respond on a rational level.

You just touch Carl and he kills.

But why?

His onboard computers perceive a threat,

the rage response mechanism takes over
and it removes the threat.

Carl has no control over it.

Your organic computer responds
but your mind controls it.

It's like a safety valve.

Carl's safety valve is the remote unit
and it's unattached.

Oh, my God!

Why, Alex?

Why would you take such a risk?
You have so much to lose.

(SIGHS)

Maybe, but I if can control him,
there's so much to gain.

(SIGHS)

- I think it's time we brought in Hunter.
- Not Hunter.

WHYTE: I want Carl back, and Hunter
is the only one I know who can do the job.

You mind hurrying it up, Hunter?
I'm getting a headache.

(CLAMORING)

(GRUNTS)

Okay, Whyte. All done. Let's go.

Thank you for the lesson,
Grandmaster Kwong.

It's gonna cost you more this time, Whyte.

WHYTE: It already has.

BOY: Enemy space vehicle spotted!

(IMITATES EXPLOSION)

Patrol, this is Starfighter 1.

We've damaged his reflectors.
I'm going to pursue.

(IMITATING SPACESHIP FIGHT)

We're gonna throw everything at him!

Holy galaxies! It's a direct hit.

I surrender, Starfighter.
Please don't hurt me.

Who are you?

I'm called Carl.

Who are you?

Starfighter Bobby Wilson.

Are you from outer space?

Um, yes.

Do you know E.T.?

Um, sure.

Oh, boy, I could show you where to hide!

Don't come any closer!

I may be contaminated
by the Earth's atmosphere.

You probably are. The air stinks down here.

Follow me!

There's this big pipe
coming out of the ground.

Uh-oh. They put a car in the way.

Let me see what I can do.

Move back.

Wow!

Carl's alive. I spoke to him, Burt.
I wasn't dreaming.

Did you actually see him?

No. His voice came through
the synthesizer.

- The synthesizer?
- Burt, I know it sounds crazy.

No, it doesn't sound crazy.
You're just a little upset, that's all.

Yes, I'm upset, but it was Carl's voice!
Burt, I talked to him!

All right. Okay, okay, okay.

Look, I'm gonna show you something
that might be very upsetting to you,

but I think that you've got to see it.

(ALARM BLARING)

Our security cameras
recorded the whole thing.

Do you want me to go on?

Yes.

(ALARM BEEPING ACCELERATES)

No!

(EXPLOSION)

She's not buying it.

(WOMAN CHANTING)

Catherine, what the hell are you doing?

Shh.

- He's back.
- Who's back, Catherine?

You will frighten his spirit.

Stop it!

Damn it, Catherine.
I asked you not to do this.

That's it. He's gone.
You've scared him away.

Nice going, Lauren.

And I was so close.

- I think I'll go take a shower.
- Cath.

I spoke to Carl, not a ghost.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Maybe next time I'll
say a few words and give Catherine a thrill.

Carl.

I saw the accident today.

It was horrible.

What do you mean, you saw the accident?

Whyte had it on videotape at his office.

You saw Whyte?

I had to. Burt didn't believe me.

Took me to Whyte's office.

I saw an autopsy report and
a death certificate, both signed by Massey.

- That's him.
- CARL: Massey, that bastard.

It's time I had a little talk with him.

Carl.

Carl!

Catherine, where are you?

Quick. They're out there.

CATHERINE: Where? I don't see anybody.

I got some thinking to do.

So, listen, why don't you get lost?

Hey, come on.
I waited all night for you here.

I didn't tell you to wait.

MAN: Nobody's back there.

Massey got his stuff?

Take your stuff and get out.

Well, fuck you.

What are you, some kind of hooker?

No. I need cab fare.

Yeah, well, I am not the goddamn
bank, honey. So take a bus.

You make me puke.

You stupid shithead!

Bastard!

Let her go. She's a lousy fuck anyway.

(GASPS)

Carl.

So, you know who I am then, Ian?

I saved your life, Carl.

- After the accident. You would have died.
- No!

No, you killed me.

I had to. Whyte was blackmailing me.

How do I stop the killing, Massey?
How do I control it?

It's the suit, Carl. It's the suit.
It's the programming in the suit.

Come with me.
Come with me to ARC and I can help you.

How am I supposed to believe you?

What the hell have
you and Whyte done to me?

Stay away from me, Carl.

Just tell me what I need to know.

Don't come any closer, Carl.
Don't come any closer.

Don't be a fool, Massey.

(SUIT BEEPING)

No, no! Carl! Carl, no!

- No, Carl, no! I saved your life! Carl, no!
- (BEEPING ACCELERATING)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my God.

HUNTER: He's down there somewhere.

Get me a map of the sewer system.

Where's the witness?

It was horrible.

And you were all alone?

It must have been just terrible.

This is the only section of the sewer
wide enough for a man to pass through.

Okay, Wyman, you're Able Unit.

Richards, you'll take Baker
and I'll head in through Charlie.

Now, Kessler is gonna
monitor the system on ultrasound.

Okay, Kessler, tell them about the suit.

The nutcase we're after
is wearing a spacesuit.

It's impervious
to almost all outside penetration.

These weapons were
designed to release vaporized acid,

which we hope will penetrate
the seals of the armor.

This is the weak spot.

It's where the life support umbilical
was attached.

(BEEPING)

Hold it.

Kessler, Wyman, Richards,
this is Charlie Unit.

Check in, guys.

This is Able.

We're heading for central hookup.

Charlie, this is Baker here.
No sign of him yet.

Kessler here. Good luck.

Over.

Come on, guys, let's get this over with.

(WHISPERS) Kill the lights.

Freeze.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

What the hell are you doing down here?

What the hell are you doing down here?
You've got to have authorization.

We have authorization, sweetheart,
right here.

Some of your fellow workers have been
bitten by rats that we think might be rabid.

Now I suggest you clear the area
until we finish exterminating.

Shit. I'm out of here, lady. I'm going.

P.U. Anybody got any Ty-D-Bol?

We better be getting
time and a half for this.

Hey, George, find your goldfish yet?

Keep it down.

Cut the lights.

This is Able. Something's moving.

Lights out.

We hear him.

Shh.

Stand by.

- Now!
- Hit it!

Shit.

Christ, let's go back.

Shit.

(MEN EX CLAIMING)

What the...

What the hell is going on over there?

ABLE: Half the fucking city
just flushed their toilets.

Shut the hell up.

Kessler, have you got anything yet?

Negative.

All right, Able, Baker, this is Charlie Unit.
Pack your bags, we're going home.

All right, spaceman,
let's take it nice and easy.

That's it, spaceman.

Take it nice and easy, nobody'll get hurt.

- Who are you?
- Fire.

(SUIT BEEPING)

- Gas!
- Keep firing.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(SOBBING) No, no.

No!

No, no, no, no!

No!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS SOUNDING)

Hey, where do you think you're...

- (GRUNTS)
- MAN: What the hell?

Will somebody stop her?

Hey! That's it!

There. Over there.

We put out the word that

Ian Massey and his little lovebird
eloped to Rio on an extended honeymoon.

Good.

- And Hunter's people...
- Mmm-hmm.

...they did a pretty good job

- of cleaning up the place.
- (CHUCKLES)

(WOMAN GASPS)

Who do you think
you're jerking around, Whyte?

Hello, Hunter.

It's okay. It's all right.
It's all right. Leave it alone.

- Put the gun down, Hunter.
- Screw you.

I lost two of my best men.

And your little friend Kessler is dead,

with a manhole cover up his ass
because you bullshitted me.

Put the gun away.

Put the gun away.
What are you gonna do, shoot me?

Not until I know what's going on.

That was no nutcase in a spacesuit.

I wanna know what the fuck you did to him.

Well, I'm not quite sure.

We never really had a chance
to test him out.

Well, I wanna know everything you know
or I'm out.

It operates by servo motors of significant
yet undetermined strength.

What do you mean,
"undetermined strength"?

Well, we're not quite sure.

We could've used a thicker bar,

but we would've had to build
a stronger bench

in order to anchor the mechanical arm.

Well, congratulations.

It looks like you guys have created
one hell of a killing machine.

And you made it virtually indestructible.
A nice touch.

Well, Hunter,
I've never seen you like this before.

Something you're afraid of?

Anyone in their right mind
would be afraid of it.

But inside that suit there's a man,

and I've never, ever lost to a man.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Excuse me,
Captain Bringdown,

but could you play something
a little more cheerful,

like The Death March?

LAUREN: Sorry, I don't do requests.

CATHERINE: Do you think
they're still out there?

They're out there.

Then why don't we just put a stop
to this nonsense and call the police?

No, I don't want to jeopardize Carl.
He knows he can find me here.

(SCRAMBLED VOICE)

- Do you hear something?
- No.

I did.

Back earlier.

It sounds like a voice
but playing at the wrong speed.

With a baby about to be born,
and Carl married to Lauren.

They must avoid a family torn,
so should meet at the church in the morn.

MAN: The wife's just turning south on Elm.
I'm following.

I hope you're in the mood
for a nice, long, scenic drive.

Don't come any closer. Please.

- Carl, I wanna see you.
- No.

No, it's too dangerous.

You don't understand, I am not me.

I have no control. They've made me kill.

Now, listen carefully.

You've got to get to Burt.

Tell him to meet me tonight
at the old ARC warehouse.

Just do it, Lauren,
and then leave the city immediately.

I want you to get as far away as you can.

Oh, my God.

What's happened to you?

Get away from me!

Please, Carl.

God damn it, I'm not Carl!

I don't know who I am!

I'm a machine! I...

I can't feel. I can't touch.

I'm not human.

I love you.

You can't.

You can't love this.

- No, don't touch me!
- (SUIT BEEPING)

- Carl, I...
- No!

Carl!

Burt, you gotta go see him.

I know you didn't believe me before.

But I've seen him.

He's some kind of, um...

Like a corpse.

- And he's in some kind of weird metal suit.
- Wait a minute.

The guys at ARC are going nuts about
some guy who stole a metallic space suit.

That must be it.

I'm sorry, Lauren.

Oh, Burt.

Oh, Burt, thank God you believe me.

Thank you.

Thank you for being such a good friend.

I love you.

Carl?

(BEEPING)

No offense, Burt,
but I should have gone for the coffee.

Oh, my God.

You are alive, buddy.

I need your help.

I need some research data
on Whyte's secret project.

You'll have to break
his private access code.

You think you can do that?

Hey, I am the best code-buster
in the business.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

I think it was the 3,000 free games
at Zaxxon that tipped me off.

How you doing?

Hey, I'm indestructible.

Listen, whatever else happens,
promise me you'll look after Lauren.

You know I'd do anything for her.

Thanks, friend.

Oh, uh...

She gave me a letter.

I know it's dangerous
for me to come too close,

so I'll just put it here on the floor, okay?

Sure.

I knew I could count on you.

But be careful, all right?

- You're sure the resin's set?
- Like a rock.

All right, let's see what we got here.

Well, Whyte,
one spaceman delivered as promised.

- Okay.
- Move him out.

Well, that wasn't too bad, was it?

I am just glad that this is all over.

Well, not quite.

There's one loose end
you have to clear up for me.

What?

- Lauren Collins.
- Yeah?

Get rid of her.

You didn't say anything about that.
That was not part of the deal.

This is the deal, Burt.
You're in this up to your ass.

You like that shiny new job you got, huh?

- Yes, I like that job.
- You want to keep it?

- Yeah.
- Well, you do what you have to do.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, and, Burt, I wanna see you in my office,
9:00 tomorrow.

You're late again with your reports.

Hey, I've got a business
to run around here, you know.

(MUFFLED BEEPING)

(BEEPING ACCELERATING)

Hey, man, drive carefully.
I don't want to get pulled over by a cop.

What's happening?

Jesus.

What's going on? What's happening?

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Look out! Watch where you're going!

- That's pitiful.
- No!

(SCREAMS)

(DOORBELL RINGING INSISTENTLY)

Oh, Burt!

- What happened?
- I need a drink.

Did you see Carl? Was he there?

Burt, what happened?

He's dead.

No.

The suit failed,
and he was almost dead when I got there.

He asked me to take care of you.

We got to get out of here.

I know a place where we can go
where they'll never find us.

And I'll be a good father to your child.

What are you talking about?

I love you.

You're lying to me.

Where is he, Burt?

What happened to Carl?

Burt, I trusted you.
What have you done to him?

You never really
did care about me, did you?

I was in on this whole thing
from the very beginning

because I love you,
I wanted you to be with me.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

- No!
- Stop screaming. Stop screaming.

If you scream, I might hurt you,
and you'll lose your baby.

(PANTING)

Carl isn't dead.

They've taken him back
to experiment on him.

Get back!

Lauren, you wouldn't shoot me.

I would to save my child.
Now just keep moving, Burt.

Oh, fuck!

I'm so sorry.

Burt, what happened to Carl?

(LAUREN GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

Stop it! Don't! No, Burt, don't!

(LAUREN GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

Lauren?

Oh, hey, guys.

Woop, woop, woop.

No, really, uh, sorry.

Wait a minute. What am I apologizing for?
If you want privacy, use the bedroom.

(WHISPERS) Help me.

(YELLS)

(CATHERINE CHOKING)

(GRUNTS)

- Take that, you perverted animal!
- (GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

Lauren, are you okay? Come on.

We gotta get out of here quick.

Look, wait here. You stay here.
I'll go get the car.

- (THUD)
- (CATHERINE GRUNTS)

- (CRACKING SOUNDS)
- (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Nice, Burt.

Neat, clean.
Nobody will ever suspect foul play.

Now take the bodies out to the car,
and I'll clean up in here.

Now, will you make it look like an accident
and not a massacre?

Well, help me!

- Tell me what to do.
- I already have.

There's a big lake down there.
Does that give you an idea?

Lake. Lake, lake.

Now I know why people hire me
to do this kind of work.

(WHIMPERING)

- Oh, no, not now. Not now.
- (ENGINE STARTS)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(SUIT BEEPING)

(BEEPING ACCELERATING)

No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(BEEPING SLOWS)

Lauren. Lauren!

Well, if you're sure, Mr. Whyte.

Yes, sir.

- Nothing at the west gate.
- Uh-huh.

Well, Whyte just told me
that if this weirdo shows up,

just open the gate
and let him right through.

What, is he crazy?

We're the only guards left.
He dismissed everyone inside.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I'm booking off sick.

HUNTER: Where's your bimbo tonight,
Whyte?

Taking care of business.

POLICEMAN: Three fatal accidents
and one person missing?

Come on, Mrs. Scott.

We're not stupid.

What gives here?

It's just a streak of bad luck, Lieutenant.

Look, now these people
work in a very high-risk business,

and each of these experiments
could bring a catastrophe.

Now, we've gone all these years
without any mistakes.

And then suddenly,
the law of averages catches up with us.

Okay, Mrs. Scott, it's about time
we had a little chat with your boss.

(SIREN BLARING)

(BEEPING)

Here we go.

HUNTER: Well, well, well.

Hello, spaceman.

WHYTE: (OVER P.A.) Welcome back, Carl.

You've been away too long.

You've caused us a lot of trouble,
but I trust that's over now.

Now you're gonna have to do
exactly as we say, or else.

And here to tell you about "or else"
is my associate, Hunter.

Greetings, spaceman.

We want you to go directly
to Gail Vernon's lab.

There you will find a remote control unit

which you will put back
in the appropriate slot in your suit.

Failure to do so

will result in severe consequences
for the mother of your child.

Don't do it, Carl.

They're going to kill me anyway.

(SCREAMS)

Carl will never believe you'd let me go.

She's probably right, you know.
He's no fool.

We've got the one bullet that
can penetrate Frankenstein's armor.

Well, I hope you know
what you're doing, pal.

Wait a minute. Where is he?

Uh, Sector G6.

Yeah, that's Data Processing.
He's headed this way.

Hey, spaceman,
I don't know what you're up to,

but here's something
I think you ought to hear.

(SCREAMS)

Okay, spaceman, you got 10 seconds
to show your face on this screen.

- All right. It's time to do it my way.
- Don't panic.

I want to dangle the bait
just a little bit more.

- What do you mean?
- We're going to go to the lab.

Once he sees my demonstration
with his little mommy-to-be,

he won't be able to resist.

- Move it.
- All right.

(GASPS)

One more move
and I'll blow your brains out.

I don't believe you.

Lauren!

(SCREAMS)

You know I missed on purpose, spaceman.

Now let's all take a stroll
down to Vernon's lab.

No way, Hunter.

And if you hurt her again, I'll kill you.

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

HUNTER: Move it.

I'm not moving.

Get up or I'll blow
your brains out right here.

(COCKS GUN)

You sure she's worth your life, Hunter?

Think about it.

Okay, I got another deal for you.

All I want is out.

Fuck Whyte. You can have him.

Now I'm going to go right by you.

If I make it, you get the girl.

If I don't, I'm going to take her with me.

- Deal?
- All right.

Okay, mama, on your feet.

I hear when someone touches you, you kill.

Don't be stupid, Hunter.
I'm giving you a chance.

It seems like your man is avoiding you.

Has the magic
gone out of your relationship?

You're dead, Hunter.

All I want is you out of my way.

And then you can have her.

- Here.
- (SCREAMING)

Shit.

Shit.

Well, spaceman, I guess you win.

Of course, I don't think you're gonna be
around long enough to enjoy your victory.

Looks like you're down a couple of quarts.

No way out, Hunter.

Looks like the end of the line.

(CHUCKLES) Forget it, spaceman.

I've seen you in action.
You make such a mess.

Don't.

Are you all right?

What happened, Carl?
I thought I couldn't touch you.

I reprogrammed myself
in the computer room.

I don't have to kill anymore.

(SIGHS)

(GASPS)

Whyte's still in the building.

I have to stop him.

Stay right here.

It's Kessler and Gail Vernon.

WHYTE: Welcome to the future, Carl.

Now that you're here, we can start
the procedure and get things rolling.

You're just the prototype.

Wait till you see
the new and improved model.

Can't you see what we've accomplished,
all of us?

Anyone can be given a new life.

CARL: And you'll push all the buttons,
Alex?

You want to play God,
and I'm not going to let you do that.

WHYTE: You can't stop me, Carl.

Carl, what I don't understand

is why romantic slobs like you
insist on keeping us in the Dark Ages.

CARL: Get back, Lauren.

WHYTE: Put this remote unit in
and I'll give you eternal life.

CARL: This isn't life, Alex.

You think it is because
that's the way you treat life.

I wouldn't spend a second in eternity
with you.

WHYTE: Goodbye, Carl.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(HISSING SOUNDS)

(GRUNTING)

(HISSING SOUNDS)

LAUREN: Carl!

Don't. No!

(WHIMPERING)

(BOTH GROANING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

MAN: This is the SF1 designed
over five years ago by ARC.

The outer golden fabric was melted away
during the initial heat resistance evaluation

which claimed the life of renowned
aerospace scientist Dr. Carl Lehman.

Without any regard for his own safety,

Dr. Lehman relentlessly tested
the environmental capabilities of the SF1.

And thanks to his gallant efforts,
NASA has been able to develop a material

which has proven
virtually impossible to burn.

Next, we'll take a look at the actual suit
worn by our first men on Mars.

He was a hero, wasn't he, Mom?

Yes, he was, Carl.

Yes, he was.