Cyborg Cop III (1995) Movie Script
[pensive music]
[graphic whooshes]
[upbeat music]
[plane engine roaring]
[car wiper blades squealing]
You think they did that on purpose?
Yep.
If you ask me, that stuff will kill you.
Well, I know Saint, I know.
I mean, he ruined my breakfast.
Damn.
Let's get our guns ready.
Our guns?
Saint, we're going after a tax evader.
You know, we we're going after tax evader
whose main artillery is bug spray.
We're going after a bug-spraying tax evader, Saint,
not public enemy number one.
All right.
Oh, this is great.
Now, we gotta get the damn car washed too.
And I'm hungry. How much are we getting paid for this?
[Saint] 400.
-[Max] Each? -[Saint] Total.
You're Seth Perkins?
You boys enjoy your bath?
Max Kylie, I'm Saint Sebastian.
-We're federal marshals. -Howdy.
Here to escort you to the nearest federal building.
Charges, tax evasion.
Your boys think you're the first fools
who Harv sent out here to get me?
Harvey? Hell, you know Harvey?
[blows raspberry] What a scumbag.
He knows Harvey.
Well, Harvey wanted me so bad,
he paid the last guys he sent out here 500 bucks to get me.
I guess you boys must be getting a whopping grand, huh?
We don't get out of bed for a grand.
You boys ought to get a job that pays better.
Adios.
[plane engine roaring]
Saint, I, uh, I think he's leaving.
Saint, what are you doing?
What are you looking at, the plane?
No, don't look at the plane, Saint. You hear me?
-[Saint] I read a book. -You what?
[Saint] I read a book on flying.
It's like riding a bike. There's nothing to it.
[Max] You kidding me, right?
I mean, a book.
Saint, you're kidding me, right?
[Saint] Max.
What is this, a height thing?
[Max] No, Saint.
No, this is not a height thing.
[Saint] Then what is it, Max?
[Max] This would be more like a death thing!
[Saint] Get in the plane.
[upbeat music]
Oh, look at that.
We can talk to each other.
[upbeat music] [plane engine squealing]
Hold on.
-[Max] Oh, my God. -[Saint] That's it, Max.
[Seth] Damn rednecks,
thinking they can catch an old fox. [chuckles]
This is great, huh? [chuckles]
-[Max] Oh, my God. -[Saint] This is great.
[Seth] You wanna play games?
You've got to play with Uncle Seth.
Hold tight, Max, hold tight.
[upbeat music]
[Saint chuckles] Son of a bitch.
What--? Look at him.
[Seth] Look out.
We got a baldie six o'clock close.
What we gonna do about it, sir?
He probably gonna wet-plucket us.
Don't you worry nothing about it, son,
'cause it's bath time.
[plane spray nozzles hisses]
[Max] I can't see.
Open the window.
Nah, I can't open the window.
It's poison out there.
[Seth] Come play with me, baby, let's see what you're made of.
[Saint] Just hold on, Max. We're gonna get him.
[Max] Oh, not so fast.
Way over left, way over left.
Okay.
[planes clank]
[Saint] There he is.
The bumper's pretty good, huh?
[Seth chuckling]
[plane spray nozzles hisses]
-[Max] I will shoot him. -[Saint] You can't shoot him.
Take out the engine.
-Thanks. -[gun bangs]
Shit.
Hell of a shot, Max.
Don't worry, he's going down, Max.
[Seth] Prepare for emergency landing.
Put your head between your knees and kiss your butts goodbye.
-[Max] Saint? -[Saint] Yeah, Max.
[Max] You got to the part on landing, right?
[Saint] Didn't get that far.
-We're gonna die. -[Saint] Hold on, Max.
-See, Max, nothing to it. -Yeah.
Saint, it was a heart attack, I feel like.
[Saint] This ain't what would've happened
if I finished that book.
[Max] Shut up, I just want to go home.
Well, you know, partner, I think I prefer this guy's landing.
Oh boy.
Federal marshals kill farmer over tax evasion.
That's gonna look really good, Max.
Well...
Shit.
When I get outta here, I'm going to kill your mothers!
My mama who works--
-[Saint] Max. -[Max] 20 hours.
-[Saint] Max. -[Max] For 10 years.
My mother!
[gun bangs]
You broke my leg, you son of a bitch!
You should have never insulted his mother.
-He's right. -[distant sirens blaring]
He's right.
Hey, hey, come on. Hey, where you guys going?
Well, you know what? The job paid.
Ain't nobody begging you to do it.
Right. Well, Harv, I want you to listen real good, all right?
I had to fly with the Red Barron here.
Well, you can thank your stars
you're not getting charged any doctors bills either.
Besides his legs, you fractured a couple of ribs.
Now we got this little extra job we want you to do.
We got this escaped prisoner up near Des Moines.
We wanted your boys go up there and track him down.
How much?
Give you five.
A thousand.
[chuckles] 500.
Hundred, hundred?
Saint, UTCB, all right?
'Cause you know I'm outta here.
Harv.
What was this guy in for?
Oh, he, uh...
Oh, he killed a banker with an ice pick
and took the guard's gun.
We'll pass.
Nice try, Harv, nice try.
Now wait a minute.
Really, Harv. Really nice.
Adios, now, it was special.
Max, Saint, you owe me a favor!
Oh, yeah. Thank you.
[dramatic music]
Evelyn Reed is in the studio tonight
to file this special report.
-Evelyn. -Thanks, David.
Once again, Iowa-based Delta Tech
has managed to stay out of the limelight
in recent Congressional hearings.
Delta Tech was accused and cleared
of selling US technology to powers
that could use the technology against US interests.
But what exactly is the nature of this technology?
And why do those who get employed by Delta Tech
swear an oath equal to that
of the National Security Council?
The true nature of Delta Tech's
secret technology remains a mystery.
The hearings are scheduled to proceed
after the Congressional recess.
And as the story breaks, we'll be there.
-David. -[music box playing]
[David] Thanks, Evelyn.
Stay with us with Bob Laramie and sports coming up next.
[Bob] NHL league for this week.
Wednesday's games.
-We've had an upset-- -Thank you, Oscar.
[Bob] Montreal, one, New York Rangers, two.
Buffalo, one, Florida, two.
And we are off the air. Thank you very much, everybody.
[Bob] Los Angeles over Dallas...
-Evelyn, good one. -Thanks.
[man] Call for you on line two, Ms. Reed.
Okay.
Evelyn Reed.
Look, I get a hundred calls like this.
Can you prove it?
Okay, I'll be there in one hour.
[suspenseful music]
-Ms. Reed. -Derrick?
I didn't think you were gonna show.
[Evelyn] Listen, if you have an inside track on Delta Tech,
you better be able to back it up.
I can, Ms. Reed, oh yes, I can.
So what does Delta Tech have to do with the university?
They're our department's greatest benefactors.
They donated an entire wing.
[chuckles]
Derrick, it's very late.
I'm a very busy woman.
That's what you brought me out here for?
Ms. Reed, you'll see for yourself.
Come along.
The guy I work for, Dr. Phelps, is conducting live experiments
with insect DNA and human plasma.
So what are they doing,
injecting humans with insect DNA?
Ms. Reed, it's a known fact
that a cockroach can survive an atomic explosion.
So basically what Delta Tech is doing
is developing radioactive immunity for people.
Hello? What's wrong with that?
Ms. Reed, it sounds wonderful, but it's not.
You'll see you in a minute.
Hi, just giving a quick tour.
[medical equipment beeping]
[whispering] What you see here is a dream monitoring session.
It looks pretty normal to me.
[Derrick] Yeah, I know it looks pretty normal.
But each one of these guys is an out of state,
male undergraduate,
mostly majoring in phys ed.
Coincidence, huh?
I mean, have a look at this, Ms. Reed.
This guy was sound asleep an hour ago.
And if you think he's a sleepwalker, you're wrong.
Wanna see why?
Yeah, I can't wait.
[medical equipment beeping]
[surgeon] Forceps.
Swab.
Retractor.
[keypad beeps]
[door buzzes]
[whispers] They're busy.
Okay, you can go in. Please be quick.
[ominous music]
[medical equipment beeping]
[surgeon speaks indistinctly]
Retractor.
[metal clinking]
Stitch him.
Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my lab?
Evelyn Reed, Channel 6 News.
Can you tell me why you're operating
on a patient this late at night?
Dr. Phelps, isn't it?
[Phelps] It was an emergency.
I had to implant a pacemaker
into a young man's heart.
He's lucky to be alive.
Hmm, I was under the impression
that you examined your phys ed students
before they signed in the dotted line.
I'm sorry, I don't know how you got in here.
This is a restricted area
and I have nothing further to say to you.
Oh, that's fine.
You've said more than enough, Dr. Phelps.
[Evelyn] Pacemaker my ass.
Who the hell does he think he's kidding?
Can you nail them?
You bet. This is headline stuff.
Ms. Reed, I don't want them to see us together.
I better go.
Thanks a lot, Derrick.
-You know the way out? -Yeah.
-Watch yourself, huh? -Take care.
[weapon thuds] [keys clanking]
[people laughing] [rock music playing]
[Max] Yee-haw!
How you doing, darling?
Damn, I just love arresting people
who don't pay child support.
Max, I'm not sure everybody in the bar heard you.
Well, really?
I said, I just love arresting people
who don't pay child support!
You. Hey, hey, hey, you.
Hey.
Yeah, you, you're next.
That's right.
[bartender] Hey you!
You just cost me a shitload of money.
-Shut up. -Gregory T. Vanger.
Put 1,500 on the bar now.
Fuck you, man.
No, fuck you.
You're six months late with your child support.
Though that checks you the mail, asshole.
[Saint] You're going to jail.
Piece of cake. Big Alec, right in the back.
Saint, next dance.
Now, where were we?
[indistinct chattering echoing] [whooshing, whirring]
[chattering continues]
[Derrick] She gonna be okay?
-[Derrick speaks indistinctly] -No, it's not.
Derrick?
Derrick.
Ms. Reed, I'm so sorry.
You were mugged.
Thank God they took only your purse,
'cause we've had a lot of that
and a lot worse on campus lately.
What time is it?
-It's about four o'clock. -In the afternoon?
Yeah.
And where do you think you're going?
Where are my clothes?
Ms. Reed, the doctor says you may have concussion.
You need rest.
Yeah, well, I might as well be dead if I miss my show.
Lady, I told you to get me my God damn clothes.
[Evelyn on TV] This reporter learned that Delta Tech
is placing unsuspecting students
in radioactive environments.
Both the university and Delta Tech
have no comment for Channel 6.
So we spoke to one of the volunteers' parents.
[music box playing]
Hello, I'm Evelyn Reed and we're here today
with Mr. and Mrs. Raleigh Jensen.
Mrs. Jensen, what can you tell us about your son?
Oscar. I think it's time we introduced ourselves.
[Mrs. Jensen] We don't know where he is.
Saint, is this the only beer you got?
Damn, you out of Twinkies again.
Max, the Health Department condemn your place again?
No, your food just tastes better.
It's free.
Yeah, that the Cable, the phone.
Shut up.
[Mrs. Jensen sobbing on TV]
We are left with one final question.
I don't know why I watch this stuff.
It's just so depressing.
Change it.
...mystery,
or participating in some kind of post-nuclear experiment.
Hey, what do you think of this reporter?
[Evelyn] Join me in my next report.
She's cute, Max. I'm trying to concentrate, okay?
She's cute, isn't she?
She's cute.
[Evelyn] This is Evelyn Reed.
Ms. Reed, this is Sheen of Delta Tech.
[Evelyn] How are you, Mr. Sheen?
I saw your show this evening.
[Evelyn] You did?
I hope you'll accept this invitation
to come and visit us at Delta Tech
and see exactly what it is we do here.
[Evelyn] Oh, I'd love to. Can we set up a time?
Tomorrow?
[Evelyn] Tomorrow, uh, two o'clock?
-Good. -[Evelyn] Great.
I'm looking forward to meeting you.
It's being worked on even as we speak.
There's still some testing that needs to be done.
Good.
Phelps, what have you got for me?
Modular control unit.
Excellent.
I've waited a long time for this.
Now this ties into the main control system,
only unlike the other voice units,
the implant in Adam
is automated under one person's voice command.
Yours.
Very good.
Well done.
And now, I think it's time
that we satisfy some of Ms. Reed's curiosity.
What do you say, Phelps?
I think it's a good idea, sir.
Mr. Sheen.
Oh, Ms. Reed, it is indeed a pleasure.
I believe you've already met Dr. Phelps.
How could I forget?
Can we cut through the formalities, Mr. Sheen?
I assume you've invited me here for the record.
Of course.
I wanted you to see for yourself the true nature of our work.
I believe you'll be surprisingly impressed.
[Evelyn] Well, I'm sure I will be.
Yes, for instance, this is the nerve center
of our latest technology.
Everything that you're about to see
is controlled by this bank of hardware.
Now, step this way, please.
I appreciate you inviting me here, Mr. Sheen.
We're very glad that you could come.
Dr. Phelps was instrumental in developing the DNA serum
that allows human beings to enter radioactive areas
without any ill effects.
An achievement that is only made possible
through Delta Tech's considerable advancements.
I want to assure you that everyone here is a volunteer.
And this experiment is perfectly safe for humans?
[Sheen] Dr. Phelps?
Yes, sir.
[suspenseful music]
[computers beeping]
[computer] Radiation level, 1,000.
Warning, warning, warning.
[alarm blares]
Radiation level, 2,000.
Danger, danger, danger.
[alarm blaring]
Radiation level, 3,000.
Level exceeds tolerance.
Level exceeds tolerance.
Danger, remove subject.
Danger, remove subject.
Danger, remove subject.
[Sheen] It'll be fine. Ms. Reed.
[computer] Remove subject,
-remove subject. -[Sheen] Believe me.
[computer] Remove subject...
Men like Adam have a great destiny to fulfill for mankind.
[computer] Remove subject.
You know, Mr. Sheen, this is something
the public should really know about.
I'm gonna go get my cameraman.
Unfortunately, company policy excludes videos
for security reasons, you do understand.
However, I have arranged another demonstration,
which you are more than welcome to record.
Oh really?
[Sheen] Hmm, step this way, please.
Allow me.
Thank you.
JD, I wanna get coverage of this entire area,
paying special attention to the interaction with the people,
and most importantly, a tight shot
of the man inside the car, okay?
Thanks.
[indistinct announcement over PA]
[Sheen] A head-on impact at 25 miles per hour
is like a collision at 50 into a brick wall.
There're very little, if any, chance of survival,
Adam will hit the wall at 50 miles per hour.
And you've proven that an impact of this speed
will not kill the person inside the car?
Just watch.
[Phelps] All right, set it up.
Bring it on back.
Slow, slow, stop.
[lights buzzing] [indistinct PA announcement]
[machinery whirring]
[clanging]
Ms. Reed.
Well done, Phelps.
[Phelps] Thank you, sir.
[indistinct PA announcement]
I don't believe it.
You see, Ms. Reed.
Reduced road fatalities, fewer illnesses,
greater life expectancy.
This is what Delta Tech offers.
All thanks to you. Right, Mr. Sheen?
Precisely.
Unfortunately, the remainder of the afternoon
is entirely technical,
which will no doubt bore you to tears.
But I must say it's been a pleasure meeting you.
Oh, you're not getting rid of me that easy, Mr. Sheen.
I have a lot more questions, I need answers.
In that case, Cooper,
would you be so kind to escort Ms. Reed back to my office?
Proceed.
Do you think it'd be possible to get a cup of coffee?
Mr. Sheen doesn't permit coffee on the premises.
I could get you a mineral water.
-That would be fine. -I'll get one now.
It's imperative, Dr. Phelps,
that this test is a complete success.
[Phelps] Oh, it will be, sir.
I presume you're still aware of our delivery deadlines?
Yes.
[ominous music]
All right, doctor, the stage is yours.
[alarm blares] [gun banging]
[gun blasting]
You're doing magnificently, Dr. Phelps.
[gunfire]
Move on to the next stage.
[machinery whirring]
[beeping]
[music continues]
[explosions blasting]
[weapons firing]
[beeping]
[beeping]
[weapons continue firing]
[beeping]
Let's see what you got, JD.
Well, well, well, this is what it's all about, huh, Sheen?
[weapons firing]
[explosions blasting]
[beeping]
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
Excellent.
[weapons firing]
[impacts thudding]
[tense music]
[explosion booming]
[gun firing]
[beeping]
[gun firing]
Oh no, JD.
[dramatic music]
What was that?
Alpha 16, come in.
What the hell's going on down there?
Shit.
Cyborg killed a Channel 6 cameraman, sir.
[suspenseful music]
I'm gonna get you, you bastard.
You don't know who you're dealing with.
You're gonna pay for this.
You're gonna pay for this!
[computer beeps]
Wow, look what we have here.
[computer] System partially deactivated.
What are you gonna do without this gadget?
[computer] Reinstall the module,
reinstall the module,
reinstall the module, reinstall the module.
My compliments, Doctor.
Thank you, sir.
Well done, Adam.
Well done.
Get those other three cyborgs to the laboratory, stat.
I think it's time for a little chat with Ms. Reed.
[suspenseful music]
[truck engine roars]
[computer beeping]
Central Memory Bank has been removed.
That girl has taken the Central Memory Bank.
Meaning?
Cyborgs are gonna switch off.
Switch off?
How long have we got?
28 hours, depending upon when they were last activated.
You are aware that I have to deliver
these cyborgs in 24 hours.
Well, what are you waiting for?
You'd better find her, Phelps.
[Cooper] Mr. Sheen.
She's gone, sir.
Disappeared.
So will you, Cooper, if you don't bring her to me.
Harvey.
Yes, it's been a long time.
Look, I need a quick favor.
[upbeat music] [Saint scatting]
Oh baby, bap, bap
Why'd you do me wrong
Baby, baby
But now my heart is broken and I came home alone
[scatting] [knocking on door]
[Max, muffled] Saint!
Saint, what the hell?
You going deaf or what?
[Saint] You got the fresh garlic?
Right in there.
That's gotta be for you.
All right.
This is the only beer you've got?
Got any messages?
Thousands.
Max, it's a business phone.
-This is business. -Yeah, right.
Well, unless, of course, you're, uh,
plannin' on opening up a dance studio.
[chuckling]
[Max muttering]
That's great, dancing.
[answering machine beeping]
[woman] Oh, Max, I got your message.
You've gotta be kidding.
[answering machine beeps]
[woman 2] Max, I got this really disgusting message
on my machine.
Only the person didn't leave his name.
I'm gonna report you to the police.
The police? I--Yeah, I know.
[woman 3] Saint, I hope we're on
still for Friday night, lover.
And Max, please.
[gulps] Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
You're dead. I know what you're doing.
-[doorbell rings] -You're calling them.
Oh, who the hell's that?
Probably one of your bimbos.
That's-- I know what you're doing.
-What? -Howdy.
-Max, who is it? -Local pimp.
[sniffs] Boy, that smells good.
[Saint] Harvey, hope you're just passing through.
I got a job for you, boys.
Oh yeah, Harv? All right.
Well, I'm gonna be very clear with you, okay?
My partner and I will not accept work for peanuts.
-[Saint] That's right. -Won't work for peanuts.
Oh, you can suit yourself. Job pays five grand.
Go.
To do what?
Way across state at Delta Tech.
Company President's name is Sheen.
He's gonna brief you boys.
7,500.
It's five grand.
Wanna take it or leave it?
Five?
Oh, oh, we'll take it.
Uh-huh. Well, take the Interstate 18.
Oh, and do me a favor.
Don't screw this one up.
You know, Harv, you're almost a good man.
[mutters]
Max.
-[door opens] -It's five grand.
You screwed up.
-[door shuts] -We could've got 7,500.
You're not gonna get 7,500 from Harv.
You'd sell your mama out for five grand.
Don't even bring up my mama, Saint.
My mama is like Madonna.
She's holy.
[truck horn blares]
[woman] Nicholas! Nicholas!
-[horn blares] -Nicholas, get out of the way!
Come on!
Fill her up, buddy.
[man] You got it.
Max, your turn to drive.
I'm gonna get some coffee.
Oh, Twinkies.
[Max groans]
Shit.
[yawning]
Where the hell are we?
[groans]
[car passes]
My, oh, my.
Well, now this is a coincidence.
I've seen you on television. You're Ms. Evelyn Reed, right?
Hey, look, I'm sorry to bother you. My car broke down.
It's gonna take a couple hours to get fixed.
Is there any chance I could get a ride?
Well, where're ya headin', darling?
Fairfield University.
Oh, that's exactly right on our way.
Oh God, that'd be great.
Max.
You gotta be kidding me.
This big fellow here, this is my partner, Saint.
And I am Max.
Pleasure.
Thanks.
-Twinkies. -Twinkies, Twinkies.
I told you a thousand times.
Saint, these things are gonna kill you.
Oh yeah, I gotta cut back.
-Would you like one? -Oh, I'd love one, thanks.
[whispers] We gotta make a slight detour.
Max, we don't have time for this.
It's right on our way.
Max.
Saint.
She likes Twinkies.
[muttering]
Hey, buddy, get on back there.
You! Where is she?
-Who? -Don't play stupid with me.
Hey, what's going on?
Hey mister, you're looking for that TV lady?
Yeah, did you see her?
Evelyn Reed, who hasn't?
Well, did you see her or not?
Yeah, she took a ride in a Camaro with a couple of guys.
Which way?
Down south.
[suspenseful music]
[engine revving]
[music continues]
By the way, Ms. Reed, I've enjoyed your reporting.
Thanks.
Now darling, what is the attraction with the university?
-Night classes. -Oh yeah, what subjects?
Chemistry.
Chemistry.
[Cooper] Mr. Sheen, we've got her.
On 18 south just past Hell's Crash.
Yeah, bye.
Max, I think we're being followed.
Hmm?
[tense music]
[Max] Meh, it looks fine to me.
We are definitely being followed.
Shit.
You okay?
Just a little tired.
Think it's Louis from Chicago?
He's in for 10.
Maybe Uncle Sal put a contract out on us.
He's dead.
-He died? -Yep.
The Benelli boys.
They'd have guns.
They got guns.
-You want to deal with this? -Nope.
All right.
Pull over, pull over!
All right, thank you.
Good bye.
-Son of a bitch. -[Camaro engine roars]
[upbeat music]
[music continues]
There he is, right in front of us now.
-God damn! -Right there, right there.
[Max] These guys are crazy!
Max, Max.
[Max] I see it, I see it!
[bell ringing]
Oh!
[people screaming]
[train horn blaring]
[woman screaming]
[Saint and Max] Shit!
Ah, shit.
[music continues]
[tires screeching]
[tires screeching]
[music continues]
[train rumbling]
-[Saint] Max... -[Max] I see it!
[Saint and Max yelling]
The train, you idiot. The train. Stop.
[tires screeching]
[crashing]
[metal scraping]
Max used to drive a taxi in New York.
You have to excuse him.
I can believe that.
All right, now what exactly seems to be the problem?
-Max, don't show off. -I'm not.
Ah, ah, don't do it.
Just, you know, bad for his health.
If I'm not mistaken, that was showing off.
I was not showing off.
[Saint] Max, you always gotta do the fancy stuff.
-[Max] Saint! -[Saint] Max!
Showing off is showing off.
Gun.
[groans]
There's two things you don't do.
Draw your guns or make fun of his mother.
-[guns clicking] -It's a bad mistake, mister.
[Sheen] Mr. Cooper.
Gentlemen, please.
Mr. Sheen.
How convenient.
Mr. Sheen of Delta Tech?
Just the man we're looking for. Harvey sent us.
What, is this a tea party?
This guy's tried to kill us, all right?
Will you look at our car?!
Max.
Where's the girl?
I have no idea, sir.
You're looking for Evelyn Reed?
She pilfered some sensitive documentation.
I want it and her back by tomorrow.
That's the job?
To find Evelyn Reed?
-Yes. -[sirens blaring in distance]
And it pays $5,000.
Each.
Derrick.
Evelyn Reed, I need your help.
Meet me at the university in exactly one hour.
Thanks.
[keyboard clacking]
Derrick?
[whispers] Derrick.
-Oh, Ms. Reed, over here. -Okay.
[keypad beeps]
Sorry, I'm late. Do you have the stuff?
Over here.
Do you know what they're doing?
Phelps and Delta Tech are converting students
into Cyborg mercenaries.
This is a big break.
I need every detail you have on Delta Tech.
[computer beeping]
You wanna download everything?
Yes, this is big.
This is a big coverup.
It's bigger than the Iran-Contra.
You and I are gonna shut them down.
We're gonna shut Delta Tech down.
Ms. Reed, that is not all.
[upbeat music]
-Hi, Elaine, hi, Sharon. -How are you?
Hi, Michelle, I'm all right. Have a nice day.
Lennie.
See you're still hard at work.
[Lennie] Well, check it out.
Saint, you old dog. Long time, no see.
-This is my partner, Max. -Yeah.
-[both] Nice to meet you. -Lennie, I need some help.
[Lennie] Yeah, what you looking for?
I'm looking for a science lab, something like that.
I mean, Max, gimme some help here.
What? I don't know. Maybe chem, chemistry lab.
Something with research.
Some--yeah, research, I like that.
Yeah, high tech research.
Oh, you'll be looking for the Delta Tech Lab.
They donated the whole wing.
It's just down there. Second on the left.
-That's it, man. Thanks. -[Lennie] Okay.
Have a nice day. Nice seeing you.
-Nice to meet you. -[Lennie] All right.
[upbeat music]
I can't believe this.
[Max] Oh, this is nice.
Well, I sure hope this is a shortcut, Saint.
[upbeat music]
Well, I certainly do see now
why Delta'd take out the whole wing.
-[door buzzes] -[Derrick] What was that?
What?
Does anyone know you're here?
No.
Here, I got it.
Well, well, what a surprise.
Ms. Reed, you're coming with me.
Sir, you have no right.
You have no right.
-[gun bangs] -[Evelyn screams] No!
[gunshot echoes]
[alarm ringing]
-Why? -Take her out.
-Why? -Take her out the back.
[alarm continues ringing]
Let her go!
[both grunting]
[gun firing]
For Pete's sake, Saint.
What the hell is going on here?
You'll be all right, Ms. Reed?
You'll need this.
Where do you think you're going?
I got business with Mr. Sheen.
Nice security, Lennie.
Really tight.
Well, okay, seal off the building.
Nobody comes in or out without my say so.
I gotta go.
I gotta go.
You're not going anywhere, lady.
You and me, we got a lot of talking to do.
You know what I mean?
Gentlemen, you do have the little lady, I trust?
We got her.
Mm-hmm.
And you have what she took from me?
[Saint] We got that too.
By the way, your head security man,
he happened to get himself--
Killed, Sheen.
Yeah, you hire us for a job
and then you send in these damn goons.
What kind of shit is that anyway?
-You think-- -Max! Max!
This is business.
This is about more money, isn't it, gentlemen?
This has nothing to do with money.
No, it's got to do with the fact
that them son of a bitches tried to kill us.
[phone rings]
Yes.
[man on phone] Howdy, Sheen.
University Police got her.
That's very interesting.
Excellent.
Gentlemen, it seems that my problems are solved.
You don't have the girl,
you don't have what she took from me.
I'm afraid our little working relationship is over.
Let's go on.
Do you have a good evening, boys.
Sheen, we're gonna be on you like flies on shit.
[Max] God...
[tense music]
Son of a bitch.
[motorcycle engines rumbling] [dramatic music]
Max, we got company.
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
[motorcycle tire screeches]
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
Nice shooting, Saint. How many left?
One.
Hit it, Max!
[music continues]
Let's dance.
[tires screeching]
Let's go see the girl.
Mr. Sheen, sir, I tried,
but the university police won't release her into my care.
[music box playing]
Phelps, my friend.
You do remember that I have to deliver these cyborgs tomorrow?
Yes, of course I do.
I'll let Adam take care of it.
Mr. Sheen, I'd like to tell you
that I most strongly disagree with that decision.
I don't recall asking you for your advice, Doctor.
Oscar.
Please escort Dr. Phelps out.
If Adam goes in, it'll be a disaster.
I am very grateful for your contribution, Doctor.
Thank you.
You know, you don't realize what you're doing.
Thank you very much.
[gun bangs]
All right, I-- she's here right now.
Okay, George, I'll do that.
I'll get some details. I'll send her down to you.
All right, thank you.
Bye now.
Okay, ma'am, that should be all right.
You just, uh, give me your thumbprint there.
Tell him I sent you. He's got everything you're looking for,
keys, badge.
-[woman] Thank you very much. -Okay, have a good day.
Lennie, I need to see the girl.
Do you have any idea how much extra paperwork you caused me?
Hell yes, absolutely.
I wanna talk to you for a second.
Let's get some coffee.
Coffee's not gonna cut it, Saint.
I can't let you talk to her.
Lennie, you seem to forget that you owe me one.
Yeah.
I went out on a limb for you when you needed it.
-Am I right? -Yeah, okay, I know that.
But nobody gets to see her, okay?
The Feds want her. Nobody gets in.
Look, I don't really give a shit about--
I'm a federal marshal.
-Who is this? -And I wanna see the girl now.
Listen, this orders from Washington.
-Nobody sees her. -Come on, come on, come on.
-Well, I don't care. I don't-- -Max, get a Twinkie, okay?
Why didn't you just say so in the first place.
Your cousin, he gets nailed on a drug bust, right?
Yeah.
[Saint] Gimme the keys.
You owe me one now, all right?
-[keys jangling] -Okay.
Now, Ms. Reed, we can play this two ways.
You could lie to me or you could come up with an excuse
that I just might buy.
How about Delta Tech is in the business
of murdering people for money?
Yeah, I'd buy that.
And?
The guy that got killed yesterday, he was my contact.
I know that.
Look, I can't help you, all right?
I can't help you unless you gimme some real answers.
Well, lemme tell you the story.
You wanna hear the story?
Fine.
One night I get this call from this guy
and he tells me about strange experiments
at a very respectable university.
Thank you.
[phone ringing] [indistinct chattering]
[ominous music]
[beeping]
Well, where the hell do you come from?
[low, layered voice] I'm here to see Evelyn Reed.
Yeah, right. You and the rest of the state.
No ways, buddy.
Forget it, buster, get out here.
Excuse me, I'm talking to you.
Hey, you can't go in there, Billy.
Billy, get your ass out here. Billy!
[tense music]
[glass shatters]
Freeze!
I said freeze!
[alarm blaring] [gun bangs]
[Lennie] What the he--
[gun banging]
[neck snaps]
[body thuds]
[alarm continues blaring]
[gun banging]
[weapon blasting]
[Saint grunting]
[Saint shouts]
[woman] We got a situation!
We need backup!
We need backup!
[glass shatters]
[wind whooshing]
[beeping]
It's him.
Max, we're outta here. Come on!
-[Max] The hell happened-- -Come on, lady, move.
-[Max] What's going on? -They sent a cleaner
-for the girl, come on! -[Evelyn] What?
[alarm blaring] [indistinct chattering]
[Max] Saint, what the hell's going on?
[Saint] I emptied the whole clip into this guy,
he just kept coming. He's not human.
[Evelyn] What ever happened to the other car?
-Get in the damn car! -[indistinct shouting]
No, [indistinct] I hit him with everything I had.
Listen to what you're saying. Listen to what you're saying.
[Saint] Who the hell was T-2 back there?
-Probably a Delta Tech Cyborg. -Oh, that's cute, huh?
Oh my God, you gotta be kidding me.
[Saint] So tell me about this Cyborg.
Cyborg.
Delta Tech has designed a DNA serum
and it makes the body impervious to radioactive isotopes.
-Excuse me? -Very impressive.
Listen to me.
I know it's hard to believe,
but basically they're converting human blood to insect blood
for work in nuclear environments like Chernobyl.
Insect blood?
Go on now.
Basically they're creating real strong cockroaches.
Look, maybe, you know, I'm just a little confused.
I know I did read it in National Geographic somewhere
that cockroaches, they don't die in radioactivity.
Is that what you're talking about, Ms. Reed?
It's the same principle.
Only Sheen has taken a step further
by implanting computer hardware to create cyborg mercenaries.
These sickos create a superhuman
that can work in nuclear fallout?
[Evelyn] That's right.
It's gotta be worth a fortune.
[Evelyn] Excuse me. Could you please tell me where we are?
Well, we're at a place
that you're gonna be safe, Ms. Reed.
They'll never find you.
They'll never find you here. Please.
[intriguing music]
[Max] All right.
Why is this place so deserted?
-[Max] Well... -[Saint] It's an old museum.
Yeah, lucky for us.
They closed down after they lost their funding.
Ms. Reed.
You can call me Evelyn.
[gentle music]
Well now, darling...
I mean, I mean, um, Evelyn,
what do you think of our little hideaway here?
It's pretty amazing.
Max, come on.
I better...I better go.
[suspenseful music]
[Max] It's all right.
So why don't you tell us the rest?
Like, what the hell did you steal from Delta Tech
that makes him want to kill for it?
I stole a piece of computer hardware.
I don't know.
It had something to do with the timing
or the power supply of the Cyborgs.
[chuckles] Cyborgs?
How many of them are there?
Look, I don't know.
All I know is there are a lot of students missing.
Max, I'll be back.
I really need to get to your car.
My car.
What?
What is it with you and my--
No, you're kidding me, right? You're kidding.
You did not put that hardware stuff in my car.
What was I supposed to do?
Drop it off at the local police station?
In my car?
Look, I've been arrested, shot at, kidnapped, lied to.
My contact was killed.
What would you have done?
My car?
I had a really bad day.
Want a beer?
Excuse me?
Please.
No, a beer.
I got an emergency stash just in case.
And I...I think that this is definitely an emergency.
There you go.
-It's warm. -Thanks.
That painting is staring at me.
Maybe he likes you.
So what do we do now?
You got exactly three seconds.
[Harvey] Jesus, Saint.
-I thought you were-- -Dead?
Is that what you were gonna say, Harv?
You're gonna get taken care of on this one.
Bullshit.
We don't need the money that bad.
He's a very important person.
He's connected all the way up to Washington.
Let me ask you something, Harv.
Have you seen me hit a three iron?
You sold out.
You are a real piece of shit.
Don't you go messing with Sheen, Saint.
He's one real mean mother.
I'll be in touch.
Count on it.
[Harvey] He'll find your ass.
You know, sometimes...
Sometimes I think...
sometimes I think...
you gotta, you gotta...
[gentle music]
go on instinct.
[suspenseful music]
Get out!
[tense music]
[grunting]
[groans]
[music intensifies]
[beeping]
[Max grunts]
[sword clatters]
[gun banging]
Max!
[Max grunts]
[gun blasts]
Saint! Next dance.
Die, you son of a bitch.
[weapon blasts]
[dramatic music]
[music fades]
I told you.
It's just, you know, it's like riding a fucking bike.
Let's get outta here.
[playful music]
[suspenseful music]
[Evelyn screams] [bang echoes]
Shit, we definitely got more company.
-[Saint] Harvey, you piece of... -Shit.
[door opens]
I suppose you are wondering about the girl.
I suppose you're wondering about your hardware.
It's very simple.
I want the little device she took from me back.
I want the girl back.
I'm not that stupid.
Don't overestimate yourself.
I'll make a deal with you, Sheen.
Good.
Three o'clock.
Leonard's Junkyard, you know where it is?
No more games, boys.
She left it in the car?
In the car.
[suspenseful music]
[Max] Son of a gun, Saint.
How the hell are we gonna find anything in this mess?
Max, stop.
Recognize that license plate?
[Max] Ah, shit, bitch.
Sheen's gonna love this.
Partner, I think it's time we play some serious poker.
That and a good cigar.
Max, you sure you don't want backup on this one?
Nah, this time we're on our own.
Let's do it.
[suspenseful music]
All right.
[music continues]
You know he won't be coming alone.
Good.
Just better bring the girl.
He will.
You know, partner, all we got is a pair.
Yeah, of deuces.
[Max chuckles]
[guns click]
[metal creaking]
[explosion blasts]
Son of a bitch!
Go!
[guns banging]
[suspenseful music]
[tense music]
[guns banging]
Saint, get down!
[gun banging]
[guns banging]
[music continues]
[beeping]
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
[explosion blasts] [guns banging]
[metal clanks]
[suspenseful music]
[beeping] [tense music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[whooshing]
[weapon fires]
[explosions blasting]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[explosion booms]
[guns banging]
[beeping]
-Oh yeah. -[gun banging]
[dramatic music]
[gun banging] [Max grunting]
Come on!
[Max grunts]
[beeping]
[metal clanks]
[explosion booms]
[Max] Saint, Saint, you okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.
Come on, Sheen.
You may go now.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
Your name is Eve.
[suspenseful music]
[Max] Evelyn!
[music continues]
Max, wait.
Why?
[Saint] Something's wrong.
He wouldn't just drop her off like this.
Right.
Right.
[music continues]
[beeping]
-[beeping] -Evelyn, stop now.
Stop.
[music continues]
[grunting]
Evelyn.
Max, shoot her!
Evelyn, stop now.
[Saint] Come on, take her out!
Stop now, stop.
[music intensifies]
Stop.
Evelyn, stop.
Stop. I mean it.
Stop.
-[beeping] -Stop.
[power whirring down]
[music fades]
[Max] Son of a bitch.
[siren wailing in distance]
Saint, you all right?
I'm all right.
Max, what the hell happened?
I don't know.
You know this isn't over.
Oh, geez, you again.
What do you want?
You comin' to break my arms as well?
I need to borrow a plane.
-Oh really? -Is this gas?
Can't even fly a fricking plane.
Hey, hey, what are you doing?
Hey, hey, don't put gas in the hopper!
Hey, Seth.
You know how you get rid of cockroaches?
You burn 'em.
Okay, go fry your ass. See if I care.
Shit happens.
Oh, hi there.
Let me ask you something.
Could you hit your alarm right now?
I'm not playing games with you.
Now evacuate this building, mister.
-Now! -[alarm blaring]
[computer voices] Warning, warning, warning, warning.
Oscar, have you finished packing yet?
Are you sure you've got the data discs
and Phelps's files?
-[alarm continues blaring] -Come on, Saint.
You gotta drop it.
[plane sprayer nozzles hissing]
All yours, partner.
So, fry you sons of bitches.
[fire roaring]
[explosion booms]
Just like the 4th of July.
[fire roaring]
[computerized voices] Danger, danger.
[Sheen] By the way, you haven't forgot my music box, Oscar?
[explosion booms]
[glass shatters]
[suspenseful music] [fire roaring]
[Sheen] "Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil."
The years I've spent creating
the greatest advancements to modern science...
all...
wasted.
It's time for a new beginning.
[dramatic music] [fire roaring]
[dark music]
[fire roaring]
[dramatic music]
[fire whooshing]
[alarm blares]
[computer] Danger, remove subject, remove subject.
[explosion blasting]
[glass shattering]
[glass shatters]
[music fades]
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Saint! Yo!
Now you gotta, you gotta get-- Saint, both wheels.
You gotta get both wheels on the ground.
Hey, Max, want a Twinkie?
Hell yeah, and pizza.
Sounds good.
Last one to my place buys.
No, last one in the garage buys.
[upbeat music]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music ends]
[graphic whooshes]
[upbeat music]
[plane engine roaring]
[car wiper blades squealing]
You think they did that on purpose?
Yep.
If you ask me, that stuff will kill you.
Well, I know Saint, I know.
I mean, he ruined my breakfast.
Damn.
Let's get our guns ready.
Our guns?
Saint, we're going after a tax evader.
You know, we we're going after tax evader
whose main artillery is bug spray.
We're going after a bug-spraying tax evader, Saint,
not public enemy number one.
All right.
Oh, this is great.
Now, we gotta get the damn car washed too.
And I'm hungry. How much are we getting paid for this?
[Saint] 400.
-[Max] Each? -[Saint] Total.
You're Seth Perkins?
You boys enjoy your bath?
Max Kylie, I'm Saint Sebastian.
-We're federal marshals. -Howdy.
Here to escort you to the nearest federal building.
Charges, tax evasion.
Your boys think you're the first fools
who Harv sent out here to get me?
Harvey? Hell, you know Harvey?
[blows raspberry] What a scumbag.
He knows Harvey.
Well, Harvey wanted me so bad,
he paid the last guys he sent out here 500 bucks to get me.
I guess you boys must be getting a whopping grand, huh?
We don't get out of bed for a grand.
You boys ought to get a job that pays better.
Adios.
[plane engine roaring]
Saint, I, uh, I think he's leaving.
Saint, what are you doing?
What are you looking at, the plane?
No, don't look at the plane, Saint. You hear me?
-[Saint] I read a book. -You what?
[Saint] I read a book on flying.
It's like riding a bike. There's nothing to it.
[Max] You kidding me, right?
I mean, a book.
Saint, you're kidding me, right?
[Saint] Max.
What is this, a height thing?
[Max] No, Saint.
No, this is not a height thing.
[Saint] Then what is it, Max?
[Max] This would be more like a death thing!
[Saint] Get in the plane.
[upbeat music]
Oh, look at that.
We can talk to each other.
[upbeat music] [plane engine squealing]
Hold on.
-[Max] Oh, my God. -[Saint] That's it, Max.
[Seth] Damn rednecks,
thinking they can catch an old fox. [chuckles]
This is great, huh? [chuckles]
-[Max] Oh, my God. -[Saint] This is great.
[Seth] You wanna play games?
You've got to play with Uncle Seth.
Hold tight, Max, hold tight.
[upbeat music]
[Saint chuckles] Son of a bitch.
What--? Look at him.
[Seth] Look out.
We got a baldie six o'clock close.
What we gonna do about it, sir?
He probably gonna wet-plucket us.
Don't you worry nothing about it, son,
'cause it's bath time.
[plane spray nozzles hisses]
[Max] I can't see.
Open the window.
Nah, I can't open the window.
It's poison out there.
[Seth] Come play with me, baby, let's see what you're made of.
[Saint] Just hold on, Max. We're gonna get him.
[Max] Oh, not so fast.
Way over left, way over left.
Okay.
[planes clank]
[Saint] There he is.
The bumper's pretty good, huh?
[Seth chuckling]
[plane spray nozzles hisses]
-[Max] I will shoot him. -[Saint] You can't shoot him.
Take out the engine.
-Thanks. -[gun bangs]
Shit.
Hell of a shot, Max.
Don't worry, he's going down, Max.
[Seth] Prepare for emergency landing.
Put your head between your knees and kiss your butts goodbye.
-[Max] Saint? -[Saint] Yeah, Max.
[Max] You got to the part on landing, right?
[Saint] Didn't get that far.
-We're gonna die. -[Saint] Hold on, Max.
-See, Max, nothing to it. -Yeah.
Saint, it was a heart attack, I feel like.
[Saint] This ain't what would've happened
if I finished that book.
[Max] Shut up, I just want to go home.
Well, you know, partner, I think I prefer this guy's landing.
Oh boy.
Federal marshals kill farmer over tax evasion.
That's gonna look really good, Max.
Well...
Shit.
When I get outta here, I'm going to kill your mothers!
My mama who works--
-[Saint] Max. -[Max] 20 hours.
-[Saint] Max. -[Max] For 10 years.
My mother!
[gun bangs]
You broke my leg, you son of a bitch!
You should have never insulted his mother.
-He's right. -[distant sirens blaring]
He's right.
Hey, hey, come on. Hey, where you guys going?
Well, you know what? The job paid.
Ain't nobody begging you to do it.
Right. Well, Harv, I want you to listen real good, all right?
I had to fly with the Red Barron here.
Well, you can thank your stars
you're not getting charged any doctors bills either.
Besides his legs, you fractured a couple of ribs.
Now we got this little extra job we want you to do.
We got this escaped prisoner up near Des Moines.
We wanted your boys go up there and track him down.
How much?
Give you five.
A thousand.
[chuckles] 500.
Hundred, hundred?
Saint, UTCB, all right?
'Cause you know I'm outta here.
Harv.
What was this guy in for?
Oh, he, uh...
Oh, he killed a banker with an ice pick
and took the guard's gun.
We'll pass.
Nice try, Harv, nice try.
Now wait a minute.
Really, Harv. Really nice.
Adios, now, it was special.
Max, Saint, you owe me a favor!
Oh, yeah. Thank you.
[dramatic music]
Evelyn Reed is in the studio tonight
to file this special report.
-Evelyn. -Thanks, David.
Once again, Iowa-based Delta Tech
has managed to stay out of the limelight
in recent Congressional hearings.
Delta Tech was accused and cleared
of selling US technology to powers
that could use the technology against US interests.
But what exactly is the nature of this technology?
And why do those who get employed by Delta Tech
swear an oath equal to that
of the National Security Council?
The true nature of Delta Tech's
secret technology remains a mystery.
The hearings are scheduled to proceed
after the Congressional recess.
And as the story breaks, we'll be there.
-David. -[music box playing]
[David] Thanks, Evelyn.
Stay with us with Bob Laramie and sports coming up next.
[Bob] NHL league for this week.
Wednesday's games.
-We've had an upset-- -Thank you, Oscar.
[Bob] Montreal, one, New York Rangers, two.
Buffalo, one, Florida, two.
And we are off the air. Thank you very much, everybody.
[Bob] Los Angeles over Dallas...
-Evelyn, good one. -Thanks.
[man] Call for you on line two, Ms. Reed.
Okay.
Evelyn Reed.
Look, I get a hundred calls like this.
Can you prove it?
Okay, I'll be there in one hour.
[suspenseful music]
-Ms. Reed. -Derrick?
I didn't think you were gonna show.
[Evelyn] Listen, if you have an inside track on Delta Tech,
you better be able to back it up.
I can, Ms. Reed, oh yes, I can.
So what does Delta Tech have to do with the university?
They're our department's greatest benefactors.
They donated an entire wing.
[chuckles]
Derrick, it's very late.
I'm a very busy woman.
That's what you brought me out here for?
Ms. Reed, you'll see for yourself.
Come along.
The guy I work for, Dr. Phelps, is conducting live experiments
with insect DNA and human plasma.
So what are they doing,
injecting humans with insect DNA?
Ms. Reed, it's a known fact
that a cockroach can survive an atomic explosion.
So basically what Delta Tech is doing
is developing radioactive immunity for people.
Hello? What's wrong with that?
Ms. Reed, it sounds wonderful, but it's not.
You'll see you in a minute.
Hi, just giving a quick tour.
[medical equipment beeping]
[whispering] What you see here is a dream monitoring session.
It looks pretty normal to me.
[Derrick] Yeah, I know it looks pretty normal.
But each one of these guys is an out of state,
male undergraduate,
mostly majoring in phys ed.
Coincidence, huh?
I mean, have a look at this, Ms. Reed.
This guy was sound asleep an hour ago.
And if you think he's a sleepwalker, you're wrong.
Wanna see why?
Yeah, I can't wait.
[medical equipment beeping]
[surgeon] Forceps.
Swab.
Retractor.
[keypad beeps]
[door buzzes]
[whispers] They're busy.
Okay, you can go in. Please be quick.
[ominous music]
[medical equipment beeping]
[surgeon speaks indistinctly]
Retractor.
[metal clinking]
Stitch him.
Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my lab?
Evelyn Reed, Channel 6 News.
Can you tell me why you're operating
on a patient this late at night?
Dr. Phelps, isn't it?
[Phelps] It was an emergency.
I had to implant a pacemaker
into a young man's heart.
He's lucky to be alive.
Hmm, I was under the impression
that you examined your phys ed students
before they signed in the dotted line.
I'm sorry, I don't know how you got in here.
This is a restricted area
and I have nothing further to say to you.
Oh, that's fine.
You've said more than enough, Dr. Phelps.
[Evelyn] Pacemaker my ass.
Who the hell does he think he's kidding?
Can you nail them?
You bet. This is headline stuff.
Ms. Reed, I don't want them to see us together.
I better go.
Thanks a lot, Derrick.
-You know the way out? -Yeah.
-Watch yourself, huh? -Take care.
[weapon thuds] [keys clanking]
[people laughing] [rock music playing]
[Max] Yee-haw!
How you doing, darling?
Damn, I just love arresting people
who don't pay child support.
Max, I'm not sure everybody in the bar heard you.
Well, really?
I said, I just love arresting people
who don't pay child support!
You. Hey, hey, hey, you.
Hey.
Yeah, you, you're next.
That's right.
[bartender] Hey you!
You just cost me a shitload of money.
-Shut up. -Gregory T. Vanger.
Put 1,500 on the bar now.
Fuck you, man.
No, fuck you.
You're six months late with your child support.
Though that checks you the mail, asshole.
[Saint] You're going to jail.
Piece of cake. Big Alec, right in the back.
Saint, next dance.
Now, where were we?
[indistinct chattering echoing] [whooshing, whirring]
[chattering continues]
[Derrick] She gonna be okay?
-[Derrick speaks indistinctly] -No, it's not.
Derrick?
Derrick.
Ms. Reed, I'm so sorry.
You were mugged.
Thank God they took only your purse,
'cause we've had a lot of that
and a lot worse on campus lately.
What time is it?
-It's about four o'clock. -In the afternoon?
Yeah.
And where do you think you're going?
Where are my clothes?
Ms. Reed, the doctor says you may have concussion.
You need rest.
Yeah, well, I might as well be dead if I miss my show.
Lady, I told you to get me my God damn clothes.
[Evelyn on TV] This reporter learned that Delta Tech
is placing unsuspecting students
in radioactive environments.
Both the university and Delta Tech
have no comment for Channel 6.
So we spoke to one of the volunteers' parents.
[music box playing]
Hello, I'm Evelyn Reed and we're here today
with Mr. and Mrs. Raleigh Jensen.
Mrs. Jensen, what can you tell us about your son?
Oscar. I think it's time we introduced ourselves.
[Mrs. Jensen] We don't know where he is.
Saint, is this the only beer you got?
Damn, you out of Twinkies again.
Max, the Health Department condemn your place again?
No, your food just tastes better.
It's free.
Yeah, that the Cable, the phone.
Shut up.
[Mrs. Jensen sobbing on TV]
We are left with one final question.
I don't know why I watch this stuff.
It's just so depressing.
Change it.
...mystery,
or participating in some kind of post-nuclear experiment.
Hey, what do you think of this reporter?
[Evelyn] Join me in my next report.
She's cute, Max. I'm trying to concentrate, okay?
She's cute, isn't she?
She's cute.
[Evelyn] This is Evelyn Reed.
Ms. Reed, this is Sheen of Delta Tech.
[Evelyn] How are you, Mr. Sheen?
I saw your show this evening.
[Evelyn] You did?
I hope you'll accept this invitation
to come and visit us at Delta Tech
and see exactly what it is we do here.
[Evelyn] Oh, I'd love to. Can we set up a time?
Tomorrow?
[Evelyn] Tomorrow, uh, two o'clock?
-Good. -[Evelyn] Great.
I'm looking forward to meeting you.
It's being worked on even as we speak.
There's still some testing that needs to be done.
Good.
Phelps, what have you got for me?
Modular control unit.
Excellent.
I've waited a long time for this.
Now this ties into the main control system,
only unlike the other voice units,
the implant in Adam
is automated under one person's voice command.
Yours.
Very good.
Well done.
And now, I think it's time
that we satisfy some of Ms. Reed's curiosity.
What do you say, Phelps?
I think it's a good idea, sir.
Mr. Sheen.
Oh, Ms. Reed, it is indeed a pleasure.
I believe you've already met Dr. Phelps.
How could I forget?
Can we cut through the formalities, Mr. Sheen?
I assume you've invited me here for the record.
Of course.
I wanted you to see for yourself the true nature of our work.
I believe you'll be surprisingly impressed.
[Evelyn] Well, I'm sure I will be.
Yes, for instance, this is the nerve center
of our latest technology.
Everything that you're about to see
is controlled by this bank of hardware.
Now, step this way, please.
I appreciate you inviting me here, Mr. Sheen.
We're very glad that you could come.
Dr. Phelps was instrumental in developing the DNA serum
that allows human beings to enter radioactive areas
without any ill effects.
An achievement that is only made possible
through Delta Tech's considerable advancements.
I want to assure you that everyone here is a volunteer.
And this experiment is perfectly safe for humans?
[Sheen] Dr. Phelps?
Yes, sir.
[suspenseful music]
[computers beeping]
[computer] Radiation level, 1,000.
Warning, warning, warning.
[alarm blares]
Radiation level, 2,000.
Danger, danger, danger.
[alarm blaring]
Radiation level, 3,000.
Level exceeds tolerance.
Level exceeds tolerance.
Danger, remove subject.
Danger, remove subject.
Danger, remove subject.
[Sheen] It'll be fine. Ms. Reed.
[computer] Remove subject,
-remove subject. -[Sheen] Believe me.
[computer] Remove subject...
Men like Adam have a great destiny to fulfill for mankind.
[computer] Remove subject.
You know, Mr. Sheen, this is something
the public should really know about.
I'm gonna go get my cameraman.
Unfortunately, company policy excludes videos
for security reasons, you do understand.
However, I have arranged another demonstration,
which you are more than welcome to record.
Oh really?
[Sheen] Hmm, step this way, please.
Allow me.
Thank you.
JD, I wanna get coverage of this entire area,
paying special attention to the interaction with the people,
and most importantly, a tight shot
of the man inside the car, okay?
Thanks.
[indistinct announcement over PA]
[Sheen] A head-on impact at 25 miles per hour
is like a collision at 50 into a brick wall.
There're very little, if any, chance of survival,
Adam will hit the wall at 50 miles per hour.
And you've proven that an impact of this speed
will not kill the person inside the car?
Just watch.
[Phelps] All right, set it up.
Bring it on back.
Slow, slow, stop.
[lights buzzing] [indistinct PA announcement]
[machinery whirring]
[clanging]
Ms. Reed.
Well done, Phelps.
[Phelps] Thank you, sir.
[indistinct PA announcement]
I don't believe it.
You see, Ms. Reed.
Reduced road fatalities, fewer illnesses,
greater life expectancy.
This is what Delta Tech offers.
All thanks to you. Right, Mr. Sheen?
Precisely.
Unfortunately, the remainder of the afternoon
is entirely technical,
which will no doubt bore you to tears.
But I must say it's been a pleasure meeting you.
Oh, you're not getting rid of me that easy, Mr. Sheen.
I have a lot more questions, I need answers.
In that case, Cooper,
would you be so kind to escort Ms. Reed back to my office?
Proceed.
Do you think it'd be possible to get a cup of coffee?
Mr. Sheen doesn't permit coffee on the premises.
I could get you a mineral water.
-That would be fine. -I'll get one now.
It's imperative, Dr. Phelps,
that this test is a complete success.
[Phelps] Oh, it will be, sir.
I presume you're still aware of our delivery deadlines?
Yes.
[ominous music]
All right, doctor, the stage is yours.
[alarm blares] [gun banging]
[gun blasting]
You're doing magnificently, Dr. Phelps.
[gunfire]
Move on to the next stage.
[machinery whirring]
[beeping]
[music continues]
[explosions blasting]
[weapons firing]
[beeping]
[beeping]
[weapons continue firing]
[beeping]
Let's see what you got, JD.
Well, well, well, this is what it's all about, huh, Sheen?
[weapons firing]
[explosions blasting]
[beeping]
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
Excellent.
[weapons firing]
[impacts thudding]
[tense music]
[explosion booming]
[gun firing]
[beeping]
[gun firing]
Oh no, JD.
[dramatic music]
What was that?
Alpha 16, come in.
What the hell's going on down there?
Shit.
Cyborg killed a Channel 6 cameraman, sir.
[suspenseful music]
I'm gonna get you, you bastard.
You don't know who you're dealing with.
You're gonna pay for this.
You're gonna pay for this!
[computer beeps]
Wow, look what we have here.
[computer] System partially deactivated.
What are you gonna do without this gadget?
[computer] Reinstall the module,
reinstall the module,
reinstall the module, reinstall the module.
My compliments, Doctor.
Thank you, sir.
Well done, Adam.
Well done.
Get those other three cyborgs to the laboratory, stat.
I think it's time for a little chat with Ms. Reed.
[suspenseful music]
[truck engine roars]
[computer beeping]
Central Memory Bank has been removed.
That girl has taken the Central Memory Bank.
Meaning?
Cyborgs are gonna switch off.
Switch off?
How long have we got?
28 hours, depending upon when they were last activated.
You are aware that I have to deliver
these cyborgs in 24 hours.
Well, what are you waiting for?
You'd better find her, Phelps.
[Cooper] Mr. Sheen.
She's gone, sir.
Disappeared.
So will you, Cooper, if you don't bring her to me.
Harvey.
Yes, it's been a long time.
Look, I need a quick favor.
[upbeat music] [Saint scatting]
Oh baby, bap, bap
Why'd you do me wrong
Baby, baby
But now my heart is broken and I came home alone
[scatting] [knocking on door]
[Max, muffled] Saint!
Saint, what the hell?
You going deaf or what?
[Saint] You got the fresh garlic?
Right in there.
That's gotta be for you.
All right.
This is the only beer you've got?
Got any messages?
Thousands.
Max, it's a business phone.
-This is business. -Yeah, right.
Well, unless, of course, you're, uh,
plannin' on opening up a dance studio.
[chuckling]
[Max muttering]
That's great, dancing.
[answering machine beeping]
[woman] Oh, Max, I got your message.
You've gotta be kidding.
[answering machine beeps]
[woman 2] Max, I got this really disgusting message
on my machine.
Only the person didn't leave his name.
I'm gonna report you to the police.
The police? I--Yeah, I know.
[woman 3] Saint, I hope we're on
still for Friday night, lover.
And Max, please.
[gulps] Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
You're dead. I know what you're doing.
-[doorbell rings] -You're calling them.
Oh, who the hell's that?
Probably one of your bimbos.
That's-- I know what you're doing.
-What? -Howdy.
-Max, who is it? -Local pimp.
[sniffs] Boy, that smells good.
[Saint] Harvey, hope you're just passing through.
I got a job for you, boys.
Oh yeah, Harv? All right.
Well, I'm gonna be very clear with you, okay?
My partner and I will not accept work for peanuts.
-[Saint] That's right. -Won't work for peanuts.
Oh, you can suit yourself. Job pays five grand.
Go.
To do what?
Way across state at Delta Tech.
Company President's name is Sheen.
He's gonna brief you boys.
7,500.
It's five grand.
Wanna take it or leave it?
Five?
Oh, oh, we'll take it.
Uh-huh. Well, take the Interstate 18.
Oh, and do me a favor.
Don't screw this one up.
You know, Harv, you're almost a good man.
[mutters]
Max.
-[door opens] -It's five grand.
You screwed up.
-[door shuts] -We could've got 7,500.
You're not gonna get 7,500 from Harv.
You'd sell your mama out for five grand.
Don't even bring up my mama, Saint.
My mama is like Madonna.
She's holy.
[truck horn blares]
[woman] Nicholas! Nicholas!
-[horn blares] -Nicholas, get out of the way!
Come on!
Fill her up, buddy.
[man] You got it.
Max, your turn to drive.
I'm gonna get some coffee.
Oh, Twinkies.
[Max groans]
Shit.
[yawning]
Where the hell are we?
[groans]
[car passes]
My, oh, my.
Well, now this is a coincidence.
I've seen you on television. You're Ms. Evelyn Reed, right?
Hey, look, I'm sorry to bother you. My car broke down.
It's gonna take a couple hours to get fixed.
Is there any chance I could get a ride?
Well, where're ya headin', darling?
Fairfield University.
Oh, that's exactly right on our way.
Oh God, that'd be great.
Max.
You gotta be kidding me.
This big fellow here, this is my partner, Saint.
And I am Max.
Pleasure.
Thanks.
-Twinkies. -Twinkies, Twinkies.
I told you a thousand times.
Saint, these things are gonna kill you.
Oh yeah, I gotta cut back.
-Would you like one? -Oh, I'd love one, thanks.
[whispers] We gotta make a slight detour.
Max, we don't have time for this.
It's right on our way.
Max.
Saint.
She likes Twinkies.
[muttering]
Hey, buddy, get on back there.
You! Where is she?
-Who? -Don't play stupid with me.
Hey, what's going on?
Hey mister, you're looking for that TV lady?
Yeah, did you see her?
Evelyn Reed, who hasn't?
Well, did you see her or not?
Yeah, she took a ride in a Camaro with a couple of guys.
Which way?
Down south.
[suspenseful music]
[engine revving]
[music continues]
By the way, Ms. Reed, I've enjoyed your reporting.
Thanks.
Now darling, what is the attraction with the university?
-Night classes. -Oh yeah, what subjects?
Chemistry.
Chemistry.
[Cooper] Mr. Sheen, we've got her.
On 18 south just past Hell's Crash.
Yeah, bye.
Max, I think we're being followed.
Hmm?
[tense music]
[Max] Meh, it looks fine to me.
We are definitely being followed.
Shit.
You okay?
Just a little tired.
Think it's Louis from Chicago?
He's in for 10.
Maybe Uncle Sal put a contract out on us.
He's dead.
-He died? -Yep.
The Benelli boys.
They'd have guns.
They got guns.
-You want to deal with this? -Nope.
All right.
Pull over, pull over!
All right, thank you.
Good bye.
-Son of a bitch. -[Camaro engine roars]
[upbeat music]
[music continues]
There he is, right in front of us now.
-God damn! -Right there, right there.
[Max] These guys are crazy!
Max, Max.
[Max] I see it, I see it!
[bell ringing]
Oh!
[people screaming]
[train horn blaring]
[woman screaming]
[Saint and Max] Shit!
Ah, shit.
[music continues]
[tires screeching]
[tires screeching]
[music continues]
[train rumbling]
-[Saint] Max... -[Max] I see it!
[Saint and Max yelling]
The train, you idiot. The train. Stop.
[tires screeching]
[crashing]
[metal scraping]
Max used to drive a taxi in New York.
You have to excuse him.
I can believe that.
All right, now what exactly seems to be the problem?
-Max, don't show off. -I'm not.
Ah, ah, don't do it.
Just, you know, bad for his health.
If I'm not mistaken, that was showing off.
I was not showing off.
[Saint] Max, you always gotta do the fancy stuff.
-[Max] Saint! -[Saint] Max!
Showing off is showing off.
Gun.
[groans]
There's two things you don't do.
Draw your guns or make fun of his mother.
-[guns clicking] -It's a bad mistake, mister.
[Sheen] Mr. Cooper.
Gentlemen, please.
Mr. Sheen.
How convenient.
Mr. Sheen of Delta Tech?
Just the man we're looking for. Harvey sent us.
What, is this a tea party?
This guy's tried to kill us, all right?
Will you look at our car?!
Max.
Where's the girl?
I have no idea, sir.
You're looking for Evelyn Reed?
She pilfered some sensitive documentation.
I want it and her back by tomorrow.
That's the job?
To find Evelyn Reed?
-Yes. -[sirens blaring in distance]
And it pays $5,000.
Each.
Derrick.
Evelyn Reed, I need your help.
Meet me at the university in exactly one hour.
Thanks.
[keyboard clacking]
Derrick?
[whispers] Derrick.
-Oh, Ms. Reed, over here. -Okay.
[keypad beeps]
Sorry, I'm late. Do you have the stuff?
Over here.
Do you know what they're doing?
Phelps and Delta Tech are converting students
into Cyborg mercenaries.
This is a big break.
I need every detail you have on Delta Tech.
[computer beeping]
You wanna download everything?
Yes, this is big.
This is a big coverup.
It's bigger than the Iran-Contra.
You and I are gonna shut them down.
We're gonna shut Delta Tech down.
Ms. Reed, that is not all.
[upbeat music]
-Hi, Elaine, hi, Sharon. -How are you?
Hi, Michelle, I'm all right. Have a nice day.
Lennie.
See you're still hard at work.
[Lennie] Well, check it out.
Saint, you old dog. Long time, no see.
-This is my partner, Max. -Yeah.
-[both] Nice to meet you. -Lennie, I need some help.
[Lennie] Yeah, what you looking for?
I'm looking for a science lab, something like that.
I mean, Max, gimme some help here.
What? I don't know. Maybe chem, chemistry lab.
Something with research.
Some--yeah, research, I like that.
Yeah, high tech research.
Oh, you'll be looking for the Delta Tech Lab.
They donated the whole wing.
It's just down there. Second on the left.
-That's it, man. Thanks. -[Lennie] Okay.
Have a nice day. Nice seeing you.
-Nice to meet you. -[Lennie] All right.
[upbeat music]
I can't believe this.
[Max] Oh, this is nice.
Well, I sure hope this is a shortcut, Saint.
[upbeat music]
Well, I certainly do see now
why Delta'd take out the whole wing.
-[door buzzes] -[Derrick] What was that?
What?
Does anyone know you're here?
No.
Here, I got it.
Well, well, what a surprise.
Ms. Reed, you're coming with me.
Sir, you have no right.
You have no right.
-[gun bangs] -[Evelyn screams] No!
[gunshot echoes]
[alarm ringing]
-Why? -Take her out.
-Why? -Take her out the back.
[alarm continues ringing]
Let her go!
[both grunting]
[gun firing]
For Pete's sake, Saint.
What the hell is going on here?
You'll be all right, Ms. Reed?
You'll need this.
Where do you think you're going?
I got business with Mr. Sheen.
Nice security, Lennie.
Really tight.
Well, okay, seal off the building.
Nobody comes in or out without my say so.
I gotta go.
I gotta go.
You're not going anywhere, lady.
You and me, we got a lot of talking to do.
You know what I mean?
Gentlemen, you do have the little lady, I trust?
We got her.
Mm-hmm.
And you have what she took from me?
[Saint] We got that too.
By the way, your head security man,
he happened to get himself--
Killed, Sheen.
Yeah, you hire us for a job
and then you send in these damn goons.
What kind of shit is that anyway?
-You think-- -Max! Max!
This is business.
This is about more money, isn't it, gentlemen?
This has nothing to do with money.
No, it's got to do with the fact
that them son of a bitches tried to kill us.
[phone rings]
Yes.
[man on phone] Howdy, Sheen.
University Police got her.
That's very interesting.
Excellent.
Gentlemen, it seems that my problems are solved.
You don't have the girl,
you don't have what she took from me.
I'm afraid our little working relationship is over.
Let's go on.
Do you have a good evening, boys.
Sheen, we're gonna be on you like flies on shit.
[Max] God...
[tense music]
Son of a bitch.
[motorcycle engines rumbling] [dramatic music]
Max, we got company.
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
[motorcycle tire screeches]
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
Nice shooting, Saint. How many left?
One.
Hit it, Max!
[music continues]
Let's dance.
[tires screeching]
Let's go see the girl.
Mr. Sheen, sir, I tried,
but the university police won't release her into my care.
[music box playing]
Phelps, my friend.
You do remember that I have to deliver these cyborgs tomorrow?
Yes, of course I do.
I'll let Adam take care of it.
Mr. Sheen, I'd like to tell you
that I most strongly disagree with that decision.
I don't recall asking you for your advice, Doctor.
Oscar.
Please escort Dr. Phelps out.
If Adam goes in, it'll be a disaster.
I am very grateful for your contribution, Doctor.
Thank you.
You know, you don't realize what you're doing.
Thank you very much.
[gun bangs]
All right, I-- she's here right now.
Okay, George, I'll do that.
I'll get some details. I'll send her down to you.
All right, thank you.
Bye now.
Okay, ma'am, that should be all right.
You just, uh, give me your thumbprint there.
Tell him I sent you. He's got everything you're looking for,
keys, badge.
-[woman] Thank you very much. -Okay, have a good day.
Lennie, I need to see the girl.
Do you have any idea how much extra paperwork you caused me?
Hell yes, absolutely.
I wanna talk to you for a second.
Let's get some coffee.
Coffee's not gonna cut it, Saint.
I can't let you talk to her.
Lennie, you seem to forget that you owe me one.
Yeah.
I went out on a limb for you when you needed it.
-Am I right? -Yeah, okay, I know that.
But nobody gets to see her, okay?
The Feds want her. Nobody gets in.
Look, I don't really give a shit about--
I'm a federal marshal.
-Who is this? -And I wanna see the girl now.
Listen, this orders from Washington.
-Nobody sees her. -Come on, come on, come on.
-Well, I don't care. I don't-- -Max, get a Twinkie, okay?
Why didn't you just say so in the first place.
Your cousin, he gets nailed on a drug bust, right?
Yeah.
[Saint] Gimme the keys.
You owe me one now, all right?
-[keys jangling] -Okay.
Now, Ms. Reed, we can play this two ways.
You could lie to me or you could come up with an excuse
that I just might buy.
How about Delta Tech is in the business
of murdering people for money?
Yeah, I'd buy that.
And?
The guy that got killed yesterday, he was my contact.
I know that.
Look, I can't help you, all right?
I can't help you unless you gimme some real answers.
Well, lemme tell you the story.
You wanna hear the story?
Fine.
One night I get this call from this guy
and he tells me about strange experiments
at a very respectable university.
Thank you.
[phone ringing] [indistinct chattering]
[ominous music]
[beeping]
Well, where the hell do you come from?
[low, layered voice] I'm here to see Evelyn Reed.
Yeah, right. You and the rest of the state.
No ways, buddy.
Forget it, buster, get out here.
Excuse me, I'm talking to you.
Hey, you can't go in there, Billy.
Billy, get your ass out here. Billy!
[tense music]
[glass shatters]
Freeze!
I said freeze!
[alarm blaring] [gun bangs]
[Lennie] What the he--
[gun banging]
[neck snaps]
[body thuds]
[alarm continues blaring]
[gun banging]
[weapon blasting]
[Saint grunting]
[Saint shouts]
[woman] We got a situation!
We need backup!
We need backup!
[glass shatters]
[wind whooshing]
[beeping]
It's him.
Max, we're outta here. Come on!
-[Max] The hell happened-- -Come on, lady, move.
-[Max] What's going on? -They sent a cleaner
-for the girl, come on! -[Evelyn] What?
[alarm blaring] [indistinct chattering]
[Max] Saint, what the hell's going on?
[Saint] I emptied the whole clip into this guy,
he just kept coming. He's not human.
[Evelyn] What ever happened to the other car?
-Get in the damn car! -[indistinct shouting]
No, [indistinct] I hit him with everything I had.
Listen to what you're saying. Listen to what you're saying.
[Saint] Who the hell was T-2 back there?
-Probably a Delta Tech Cyborg. -Oh, that's cute, huh?
Oh my God, you gotta be kidding me.
[Saint] So tell me about this Cyborg.
Cyborg.
Delta Tech has designed a DNA serum
and it makes the body impervious to radioactive isotopes.
-Excuse me? -Very impressive.
Listen to me.
I know it's hard to believe,
but basically they're converting human blood to insect blood
for work in nuclear environments like Chernobyl.
Insect blood?
Go on now.
Basically they're creating real strong cockroaches.
Look, maybe, you know, I'm just a little confused.
I know I did read it in National Geographic somewhere
that cockroaches, they don't die in radioactivity.
Is that what you're talking about, Ms. Reed?
It's the same principle.
Only Sheen has taken a step further
by implanting computer hardware to create cyborg mercenaries.
These sickos create a superhuman
that can work in nuclear fallout?
[Evelyn] That's right.
It's gotta be worth a fortune.
[Evelyn] Excuse me. Could you please tell me where we are?
Well, we're at a place
that you're gonna be safe, Ms. Reed.
They'll never find you.
They'll never find you here. Please.
[intriguing music]
[Max] All right.
Why is this place so deserted?
-[Max] Well... -[Saint] It's an old museum.
Yeah, lucky for us.
They closed down after they lost their funding.
Ms. Reed.
You can call me Evelyn.
[gentle music]
Well now, darling...
I mean, I mean, um, Evelyn,
what do you think of our little hideaway here?
It's pretty amazing.
Max, come on.
I better...I better go.
[suspenseful music]
[Max] It's all right.
So why don't you tell us the rest?
Like, what the hell did you steal from Delta Tech
that makes him want to kill for it?
I stole a piece of computer hardware.
I don't know.
It had something to do with the timing
or the power supply of the Cyborgs.
[chuckles] Cyborgs?
How many of them are there?
Look, I don't know.
All I know is there are a lot of students missing.
Max, I'll be back.
I really need to get to your car.
My car.
What?
What is it with you and my--
No, you're kidding me, right? You're kidding.
You did not put that hardware stuff in my car.
What was I supposed to do?
Drop it off at the local police station?
In my car?
Look, I've been arrested, shot at, kidnapped, lied to.
My contact was killed.
What would you have done?
My car?
I had a really bad day.
Want a beer?
Excuse me?
Please.
No, a beer.
I got an emergency stash just in case.
And I...I think that this is definitely an emergency.
There you go.
-It's warm. -Thanks.
That painting is staring at me.
Maybe he likes you.
So what do we do now?
You got exactly three seconds.
[Harvey] Jesus, Saint.
-I thought you were-- -Dead?
Is that what you were gonna say, Harv?
You're gonna get taken care of on this one.
Bullshit.
We don't need the money that bad.
He's a very important person.
He's connected all the way up to Washington.
Let me ask you something, Harv.
Have you seen me hit a three iron?
You sold out.
You are a real piece of shit.
Don't you go messing with Sheen, Saint.
He's one real mean mother.
I'll be in touch.
Count on it.
[Harvey] He'll find your ass.
You know, sometimes...
Sometimes I think...
sometimes I think...
you gotta, you gotta...
[gentle music]
go on instinct.
[suspenseful music]
Get out!
[tense music]
[grunting]
[groans]
[music intensifies]
[beeping]
[Max grunts]
[sword clatters]
[gun banging]
Max!
[Max grunts]
[gun blasts]
Saint! Next dance.
Die, you son of a bitch.
[weapon blasts]
[dramatic music]
[music fades]
I told you.
It's just, you know, it's like riding a fucking bike.
Let's get outta here.
[playful music]
[suspenseful music]
[Evelyn screams] [bang echoes]
Shit, we definitely got more company.
-[Saint] Harvey, you piece of... -Shit.
[door opens]
I suppose you are wondering about the girl.
I suppose you're wondering about your hardware.
It's very simple.
I want the little device she took from me back.
I want the girl back.
I'm not that stupid.
Don't overestimate yourself.
I'll make a deal with you, Sheen.
Good.
Three o'clock.
Leonard's Junkyard, you know where it is?
No more games, boys.
She left it in the car?
In the car.
[suspenseful music]
[Max] Son of a gun, Saint.
How the hell are we gonna find anything in this mess?
Max, stop.
Recognize that license plate?
[Max] Ah, shit, bitch.
Sheen's gonna love this.
Partner, I think it's time we play some serious poker.
That and a good cigar.
Max, you sure you don't want backup on this one?
Nah, this time we're on our own.
Let's do it.
[suspenseful music]
All right.
[music continues]
You know he won't be coming alone.
Good.
Just better bring the girl.
He will.
You know, partner, all we got is a pair.
Yeah, of deuces.
[Max chuckles]
[guns click]
[metal creaking]
[explosion blasts]
Son of a bitch!
Go!
[guns banging]
[suspenseful music]
[tense music]
[guns banging]
Saint, get down!
[gun banging]
[guns banging]
[music continues]
[beeping]
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
[explosion blasts] [guns banging]
[metal clanks]
[suspenseful music]
[beeping] [tense music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[whooshing]
[weapon fires]
[explosions blasting]
[music continues]
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[explosion booms]
[guns banging]
[beeping]
-Oh yeah. -[gun banging]
[dramatic music]
[gun banging] [Max grunting]
Come on!
[Max grunts]
[beeping]
[metal clanks]
[explosion booms]
[Max] Saint, Saint, you okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.
Come on, Sheen.
You may go now.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
Your name is Eve.
[suspenseful music]
[Max] Evelyn!
[music continues]
Max, wait.
Why?
[Saint] Something's wrong.
He wouldn't just drop her off like this.
Right.
Right.
[music continues]
[beeping]
-[beeping] -Evelyn, stop now.
Stop.
[music continues]
[grunting]
Evelyn.
Max, shoot her!
Evelyn, stop now.
[Saint] Come on, take her out!
Stop now, stop.
[music intensifies]
Stop.
Evelyn, stop.
Stop. I mean it.
Stop.
-[beeping] -Stop.
[power whirring down]
[music fades]
[Max] Son of a bitch.
[siren wailing in distance]
Saint, you all right?
I'm all right.
Max, what the hell happened?
I don't know.
You know this isn't over.
Oh, geez, you again.
What do you want?
You comin' to break my arms as well?
I need to borrow a plane.
-Oh really? -Is this gas?
Can't even fly a fricking plane.
Hey, hey, what are you doing?
Hey, hey, don't put gas in the hopper!
Hey, Seth.
You know how you get rid of cockroaches?
You burn 'em.
Okay, go fry your ass. See if I care.
Shit happens.
Oh, hi there.
Let me ask you something.
Could you hit your alarm right now?
I'm not playing games with you.
Now evacuate this building, mister.
-Now! -[alarm blaring]
[computer voices] Warning, warning, warning, warning.
Oscar, have you finished packing yet?
Are you sure you've got the data discs
and Phelps's files?
-[alarm continues blaring] -Come on, Saint.
You gotta drop it.
[plane sprayer nozzles hissing]
All yours, partner.
So, fry you sons of bitches.
[fire roaring]
[explosion booms]
Just like the 4th of July.
[fire roaring]
[computerized voices] Danger, danger.
[Sheen] By the way, you haven't forgot my music box, Oscar?
[explosion booms]
[glass shatters]
[suspenseful music] [fire roaring]
[Sheen] "Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil."
The years I've spent creating
the greatest advancements to modern science...
all...
wasted.
It's time for a new beginning.
[dramatic music] [fire roaring]
[dark music]
[fire roaring]
[dramatic music]
[fire whooshing]
[alarm blares]
[computer] Danger, remove subject, remove subject.
[explosion blasting]
[glass shattering]
[glass shatters]
[music fades]
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Saint! Yo!
Now you gotta, you gotta get-- Saint, both wheels.
You gotta get both wheels on the ground.
Hey, Max, want a Twinkie?
Hell yeah, and pizza.
Sounds good.
Last one to my place buys.
No, last one in the garage buys.
[upbeat music]
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