Hardcore Henry (2015) Movie Script
1
(Man) Hey!
You...
...little...
...pussy.
(Estelle) Hello, Henry.
Oh.
You can't speak,
but that's normal.
Well, it isn't normal, but
it's only temporary, okay?
Do you remember
how you got here?
That's fine.
That's normal, too.
Henry, wait.
Wait.
We'll get there.
Scan.
(Beeping)
(Scanner) Sensory
processor activated.
(Estelle) Relax, okay?
(Scanner) Scanning.
Video link confirmed.
- Up.
This next part might hurt.
Maybe quite a lot.
But it won't last
long, I promise.
Almost there.
Welder.
You can do it.
Wonderful, Henry.
Squeeze.
Harder.
Ah!
(Laughs)
Cool, right?
Integument?
Please don't move your hand.
You probably don't recall.
You were never a
big fan of my work.
Maybe this will
change your mind.
Right?
Memory's a funny thing.
I'm an expert and I don't know
if you'll ever get yours back.
You don't remember me
at all, do you, Henry?
My name is Estelle.
You and I were...
we still are...
...husband and wife.
I love you, Henry.
I can't wait to hear you say it.
(Loud music)
(Turns music off)
(Robbie) Henry.
(Estelle) His memories are
still catching up with him.
Oh, Jesus.
I'm Robbie.
The sorcerer of sound.
You are gonna love this.
Because, sir...
you're gonna get to
pick your own voice.
(Computer As Elvis) Thank you.
Thank you very much.
(Computer As Louis Armstrong)
Hello, Henry.
Robbie.
- Oh, come on, they're options.
What white guy wouldn't wanna
sound like Louis Armstrong?
Just one more. Quick.
(Computer As Darth Vader)
Luke, I am your father.
Robert, enough.
Sorry, Mom.
How about we
use Henry's voice?
Yeah, whatever you say.
You're the boss. Boring.
(Computer) Security breach,
level four.
(Timothy) Is this a drill?
- What is this?
(Computer) Level four.
- Lock the door.
- It's probably a mistake.
Estelle, call the base.
Security breach, level four.
(Explosion)
(Shouting)
(Gun shots)
Oh, no.
(Akan) Yes.
Spasiba.
Get up.
Henry, right?
- Please, don't.
- Shut up.
How do you like the new you?
Did I interrupt the procedure?
Can Henry not talk yet?
(Timothy) No, he can't. No.
Don't look at me
like that, Henry.
Your girlfriend here-
might have rebuilt you,
but I gave her the raw
materials to work with.
And I mean really,
really raw materials.
(Estelle whimpering)
- What's your name?
- Timothy.
Nice to meet you, Timothy.
Did you see Henry when Estelle
brought his remains here?
Yeah.
Would you please be so kind to
describe them to better Henry's
understanding of how
good he looks now?
Sure. His arm was
shot off below the...
below the elbow and the...
the leg shot off below the knee.
And there was a
football-sized dent...
Did you happen
to see his head?
- Yes.
- Do tell.
Um, the skull was dented in
and there was this, um...
his eyes were missing and, um,
the bottom half of his jaw was
shred to pieces.
Just about right.
I'm bleeding, too.
That was a little strenuous.
(Whispers) Stay close.
(Explosion)
(Estelle) Henry! Hurry up!
Close it.
Henry, come on!
Henry, try to keep up!
(Voices in Russian)
Shh. Come on.
Kick it in.
Come on.
If Akan gets ahold of my
work, men like these will be
brought back from the dead
to form his army.
Go!
Henry, no!
Henry!
Take my hand!
(Computer) Escape pod initiated.
(Estelle) There are two pods.
(Marty) One.
- Marty?
- Sorry. The man's
clearly gone insane.
Marty, no!
Henry.
It's yours. Get in.
(Akan) Estelle!
Get in! Get in!
(Computer) Escape pod initiated.
(Computer) Altitude...
The chute! The chute!
Pull the chute!
It's going too fast!
It's going too fast!
Hold on, Henry!
(Crash)
(Horns honking)
(Cars crashing)
Oh, God.
Akan's mercenaries.
Put me down.
Put me down!
Henry.
They underestimate you, okay?
Let them get close
and then engage.
(Estelle) Engage!
No. Henry!
Fight back! Come on!
No, stop it!
(Estelle) You stop it!
Stop it!
(Man) What?
- Stop it!
Estelle...
No! No!
(Car alarm)
(Voices in Russian)
(Gun shot)
(Gun shots)
(Gunfire and screaming)
(Gun shots)
(Voices in Russian)
(Car starts)
(Gun shots)
(Crash)
(Gun shot)
(Gun shots)
(Jimmy) You're a fucking rabbit
in the headlights, aren't you?
It's all right.
I'm not here to hurt you.
Is your speech module installed?
Shit.
Well, at least we
know you're not deaf.
It's all right. You can
put your hands down now.
Three years I've been waiting
for this moment and I get
Charlie fucking Chaplin.
Fuck's sake, come on!
All right, let's
have a look at you.
Open the glove box, please.
Take out that whole contraption.
You gotta untangle the wires.
Is that a wedding ring?
Are you... are you married?
How's that working out for you?
Yeah, what a shocker.
Right.
Next, I need you to, uh,
take your shirt off, please.
Open up there.
Yeah, those.
Plug the jacks in there.
Yeah, in there.
So, your name's Henry
and... okay, well,
the good news is that
you're gonna live a while.
The bad news is that in this
case, a while means 20,
30 minutes tops, Henry.
Unless you're very,
very lucky,
which you are.
Uncle Jimmy is gonna
take you to his lab.
Hang on.
(Sirens) Ah, shit.
We got bacon on our tail.
Unplug yourself.
Put that away.
There's some clothes in there.
Put the hoodie on.
Shit. There's not enough time.
Fuck it.
Just cover the blood
up with your bag.
Just stay calm and let
me handle this, yeah?
(Speaks in Russian)
That's how it goes...
(Gun shot)
(Crash)
Bollocks.
(Gun shots)
Fucking Akan, paying off the...
(Gun shot)
(Car horn)
(Air bag)
(Speaks in Russian)
(Gun shots)
(Panicked screaming)
(Cell phone rings)
(Turns off)
(Speaks in Russian)
(Gun shots)
(Jimmy) I'm gonna
have to hurt you, Henry,
but it's for your
own good, mate.
Just give me your arm...
hey! Shit! (Slap)
It's me! It's Jimmy. We've
only got a few moments until
they run into they're
onto us again, mate.
Just... okay,
just give me your arm.
Okay, just relax.
Aargh!!
- There Here it is.
Here it is.
Bingo!
This little fucker is how
they've been tracking you.
Toodle-oo.
In a few moments, your
mechanical parts are gonna
start shutting down.
Your friend Akan's got an
important Russian connection
named Slick Dimitry.
Slick handles all Akan's
cops/guns/real estate/
a lot of other shit.
This helpful dot on the
map is Slick's place.
All you gotta do is
break in there, kill him,
open up his ribcage,
take out his beating heart,
and fucking eat it.
I'm kidding! I'm kidding.
You don't have to
fucking eat his heart.
Under his heart is
his charge pump, yeah?
Bring that to me.
Use this and I'll
contact you on this.
That has gotta be the gayest
jacket I've ever seen.
(Gun shots)
(Shouting in Russian)
(Speaking in Russian)
(Kids laughter)
(Voice in Russian)
(Gun shots)
Arg! Aarghh!!
(Gun shots)
(Hard breathing)
(Cocks gun)
Henry.
Akan's already started.
If we don't stop him, he'll have
his army in days or sooner.
(Voices)
(Gun clicks empty)
(Slick Dimitry)
You're half machine, half pussy.
(Voices in Russian)
Wait, wait. I can tell you
something very important,
about the man who sent you here.
(Gun shot)
(Panicked screaming)
(Gun shot)
(Gun shots)
(Cell phone rings)
Oi, Henry. I'm at this
high-class establishment.
Follow the dot and then
just knock on the knocker.
Get it?
Knock on the knocker!
(Speaks in Russian)
(Car noises)
(Man) Hi.
I'm a fucking car, baby.
Lexus convertible!
(Jimmy) Oh, that's good.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, God, that's amazing.
Yeah!
Fellow, you're late!
You're late!
(Turns music off)
The last 15 minutes have been
a fucking rollercoaster
of emotions for me, mate.
I didn't know if I was
ever gonna see you again.
So I fired up some of this shit.
Fire up my fucking nose, yeah?
(Garbled) But there you are.
It's okay, Henry. You just
lost power. Come on. Hey, there!
Bring me some of that
strong Russian shit, ladies.
Okay, now where's
that booster pump?
Where is it? Did you get it?
Did you get the fucking...
Yeah! Fucking hell.
This is it.
This is it, yeah?
Okay, hang on.
Okay, hold this, lady.
Shit.
Okay, I gotta get this
little fucker in there.
Who am I kidding?
I'm in no condition to do this.
I'm sorry. I'm in no
condition to do this, mate.
I'm in no condition.
I'm sorry.
I'm in no condition to do this.
(Zipper)
(Door opens)
(Jimmy) Oh, goodness.
Oh, goodness,
what have you done?
What have you done
this time, Jimmy?
Are you still conscious?
Yeah. Hello.
You're gonna be okay.
Just gotta get a little
bit of power into you.
Ladies, could you give us
a bit of space, please?
Thank you.
You're a big deal, you know?
You're not the only
one wronged by Akan.
You and I both want
the same thing.
This might hurt a bit.
There we go.
That's wonderful.
Now I can take you
back to my lab.
I'm Jimmy, by the way.
I realize this is all
very confusing for you.
Um, but...
but it's better if I show
you at the lab, yes...
(Phone rings)
Hello?
Oh, spasiba.
They're here.
They must've followed you.
I can't...
I can't let them
see me like this.
I can't let...
I'm sorry. I...
I can't stay here, Henry.
I'm sorry.
(Door closes)
Ah, shit.
(Snorts)
Fuck yeah! Ha ha!
Fuck yeah, Akan's
boys are here.
I'm gonna hold them off, yeah?
I'm gonna hold them off, yeah?
More guns for you
in the drawer, yeah?
Whoo!
This is fucking war, baby, yeah!
Whoo!
Oh, fuck yeah!
Hi, ladies.
(Gun shots, screaming)
(Gun shots)
I fucking had that!
Go, go, go!
The floor is fucking lava!
I'm gonna burn it!
Oh, Olga, Katya!
(Gun shots)
(Man) Oh, please, please!
Please don't hurt me.
I've got a family.
(Akan) Is that your wife?
Um, uh...
(Screams)
Don't mind her, Henry.
She's mourning her late husband.
I wasn't betting on
seeing you again.
Your persistence
is unparalleled.
And quite exciting.
Slick Dimitry's
services were excellent.
I'm just glad I
never paid upfront.
I'll tell Estelle you did well.
(Jimmy) Akan! Akan, open this
fucking door, do you hear me?
I got her all dolled up in the
back of my truck downstairs.
(Jimmy) I'm gonna rip
your fucking lungs out!
(Akan) You'll go far, Henry,
unlike this piece of shit.
(Crack)
(Gun shots, squealing tires)
Hey, Henry.
Put your gun down.
It's all good.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Peaceful, peaceful.
Chill out.
Calm down.
Now I've shared
something with you.
I need you to share
something with me.
Where's Akan going?
Ah, shit.
(Gun shots)
(Loud moaning)
Now that is my ego
talking to yours.
What do you want...
higher self, ego?
Higher self, ego?
(Man) Higher self!
Higher self.
Yeah. Okay.
Akan's convoy are
taking the girl to his base.
(Gun shot)
Oh, shit. Let me handle this.
Let me handle this.
I'm sorry you're upset, okay?
Henry and I are
gonna go deal with Akan.
Henry? Who is Henry?
You wanna go on a the bike?
You can go on a the bike.
Just... just...
yeah, you wanna go?
Yeah, yeah, go on your bike.
Fucking hell.
Sometimes it's easier
just to say yes.
(Starts bike)
(Gun shots)
Henry, catch!
(Mortar)
God, I thought I lost
you forever, Henry.
I was so scared.
I was so scared when you fell.
I thought I would
never see you again.
I love you, Henry.
I love you.
Mm wah. How sweet.
If I took this moment
and put it in a cup of tea,
I wouldn't need sugar.
Yuri, pozhaluysta.
(Explosion)
(Akan) Each year, 100,000
baseball bats are sold in Russia
and, at most, 50 baseballs.
Gives you an idea of a
great Russian pastime.
This is a rare surviving bat.
Estelle.
Would you please be
so kind and stand up?
Or do you want to
take her place?
Estelle, your boy's
quite the white knight,
sacrificing himself to keep
you alive only for my dick...
To kill you later.
Are you sure, Henry?
Are you sure?
Brilliant!
Uh, come over here, Henry.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, Henry.
You...
...little...
...pussy.
(Voices in Russian)
(Gun shots)
Give peace a chance, brothers.
My ego wants to kill you
But my higher self doesn't.
(Gun shots)
Jesus, baby.
I was talking to that man.
Look at this.
Dude's got a memory blocker.
Well, that's about all
I can do for you, mate.
Time for a reboot.
See you in about 15
minutes, hopefully.
Hey.
He's awake.
Your eyes might be a bit blurry.
It's just your depth perception
trying to calibrate, yeah?
Follow me as I walk, yeah?
Get up.
Okay.
All right.
Now, can you focus
on me over here?
(Woman) Yeah?
- Burying you.
It's like burying treasure.
I really don't understand what
Akan is thinking because...
(Explosion)
(Explosion)
Aarghh!!
(Gun shots)
(Cell phone rings)
Henry, stop dicking around.
You're almost there, mate.
Here's where you gotta get to.
Chop Chop.
(Horse snorting)
(Horse neiging)
Shh. It's me, Jimmy.
Move.
Oh, shit.
Those pigs are here again.
(Woman wailing)
Psst!
Don't compromise my lab.
Let them leave.
Henry, no.
I'm instructing... shit.
(Speaks Russian)
(Scrunch)
(Man screaming)
(Baton sinks. Man silenced)
(Man speaks Russian)
(Gun shot)
Good job, Charlie Bronson.
Bravo 2-0.
Lights up.
Play video.
(Akan) Dawn of Twilight...
a cyborg era.
Thank you, sir. I've lobotomized
everything not essential...
(Cork pops)
not essential to soldiers.
Personal memories,
speech, sense of taste...
it's all gone.
May still have a bit of
an issue with emotional
motivation, which...
Motivation? Try your
fucking paycheck, James.
My paych...
yes, okay.
What the shit fuck, James?
I'm sorry, sir!
I'm so sorry! Oh, shit!
Open the doors! Please!
Open the door!
We've got a malfunction! Let me
out, please! Uh, I'll fix it.
I doubt it.
Fucking idiot.
You know, Jimmy, something
about a spine snapping...
(Snap)
it never gets old.
It sounds like...
- The end, the beginning.
Or are they the same?
Have a seat, Henry.
When a man is first crippled,
there's always one question on
everyone's mind,
especially his...
does his dick work?
Mine didn't, so I plotted
my escape from this chair.
I had come to Russia when the
west banned resuscitation
of cadaver tissue.
Akan's a megalomaniac, but
my research was funded.
I kept my eyes on
the Nobel Prize.
Who has time for icky
ethics when he's rich and
his cock works, eh?
I paid a high price.
I stopped making soldiers
and then I succeeded.
I grew men made of cyber flesh.
Really.
Just fancy pants prostheses,
but don't dare tell my...
My avatars!
Now, cyborgs, on the other
hand, have bits and a brain.
They think for themselves,
in theory at least.
Shall we have a look at you?
That hippie,
always with the ganja.
You're not baked, are you?
Hope not.
Right.
You are the man, Henry.
Mm, there's very little
actual man left, of course.
Enhanced skeletal muscular
systems, cardiovascular turbo
boosted with a curium
244 atomic battery.
A good night of sleep and you'd
power an aircraft carrier.
Remarkable
technology, is it not?
...Not you.
My boys.
I made the first few
for revenge but then I started
exploring new aspects of myself.
Can I have a sip?
I have lived these
past years, Henry.
My lads, they get speeding
tickets, they walk barefoot
through the grass, and
boy, do they get laid.
You'll never guess what we
do here sometimes alone.
Hit play.
Over there. Go on.
I got you
under my skin
I got you deep
in the heart of me
So deep in my heart
That you're really
a part of me
I got you
under my skin
I tried so not to give in
I say to myself this affair
Never will go so well
Why should I try to resist
When baby I know so well
I got you
under my skin
(Alarm sounds)
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes. Something's
wrong with you, mate.
Don't worry, it's not
cancer the clap or nothing.
Just gonnagotta sit you down
in this chair and take a look
at you, yeah? The scan says
you're in terrible danger.
Of being shivved for being a
traitor, you lying grasser!
I'm shutting you down, mate.
(Spits)
(Cocks gun)
Put down the proto baby.
Now!
We tried to unplug you nicely
even though we knew that you
beamed your video to Akan.
No?
What's this?
What's that? (echo)
You're broadcasting
it that to Akan! (echo)
Enough! (echo)
Enough. (echo)
Even if I did believe you,
you still have to...
(Alarm sounds)
Aarghh!!
Fuck! No, Henry, no!
No!!!!!
You brought them to my lab!
I trusted you!
Henry, please kill me?
Akan won't.
He'll make me live in this
straightjacket of rotten,
smelly skin! What the
fuck was I thinking that
Akan's toy robot was my friend?
(Slap)
Thank you, Henry.
Fuck you, too,
but mostly thanks.
My lab's compromised, but I can
build a new one using Akan's
equipment when we go get
your wife together, right?
Hey, put that on the wall.
If I can't have my lab,
no one's having her.
Now, don't lose this.
Fuck you, Akan.
And don't change your channel.
We're coming right over.
Right, I counted six vehicles.
That's at least 35 men.
We've gotta cut them down to
half that before they enter the
hotel to give us a fighting
chance to get out alive.
Also, there's a certain
stigma attached to blokes who
like musicals. I just wanna
get it out there right
now that I'm straight
as an arrow. Got it?
Here they come.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
(Cocks gun) Now.
Right, cover me.
Fuck, they're in the hotel.
We don't need the
sniper anymore either.
Go inside. See the colonel.
Over here, laddie.
Arm yourself to the teeth.
Don't touch that.
Emma Gee is mine.
That's what my
father used to say-
'A grenade a day
keeps the enemy at bay.'
Come along.
Chop, chop.
Big Sally.
(Shouting)
Uh, well, home is
where the battle is.
Right, private, it is our duty
to ensure that no harm comes
to the cripple, understood?
Follow on.
If you can hear them,
but you can't shoot them,
you can probably grenade them.
Drop an egg down there, laddie.
(Explosion)
Forward.
Come along.
Good lord, how embarrassing.
(Gun shot)
Dodged a bullet on that one.
I'll cover you.
You go around them.
Don't let the cripple
get below you, laddie!
(Explosion)
(Voices)
(Gun shots)
Jolly good.
Hold on, wait.
Help me with the cripple.
(Man shouts in Russian)
Retreat five paces back
on my command, laddie.
Spasibo, Yuri. My quarters
are actually up there.
Would you like to see them?
(Yuri) Oh, we will.
Indeed.
(Explosion)
Don't spare the horses.
Take the next slipway.
Off, here. Here we go.
(Squealing tires)
Hang on, laddie.
Let's turn the tables
on these buggers.
Tally ho.
Big Ben.
Akan is a cunt!!
Oh, my.
Looks like Akan's already begun.
By tomorrow, these
poor chaps will be super
robotic soldiers
like yourself. Look out!
On your feet, lad.
On your left.
Hang on.
I'm gonna buy you some time!
(Gun shots)
Seal the door.
Can't tell you the number of
times I've dreamt that I was
riding up in this lift.
It's a pity I can't...
It's just the
landing gear, laddie.
Now, listen to me.
When you kill Akan, I want you
to look him right in those eyes
until the rest of him is just as
dead as they are, understood?
No, I'm afraid I shall
not be coming with.
But you letting me get you this
far has given an old sweat his
grandest gift in all his years.
No.
It's lodged in his jugular.
If you uncork it,
I won't be able to...
The...
the thingamajig in
your pocket, quickly.
Afraid I have a
confession to make.
See, I've been surveilling
Akan for years.
So when you dropped down onto
that roadway and went rogue so
magnificently, well, all I saw
was a nice my shot at revenge.
You proved me right with
Dimitry, but then in the forest,
well, I noticed an implant.
A memory block, see?
And I couldn't afford to have
you remember a better life
somewhere else.
So I left it in.
Not my finest hour, I'm afraid.
But then back at my lab
when I was trying to analyze
what you could do for me,
I realized
who you are...
to me.
Henry.
It's bloody nice
having a friend, Henry.
You'd think all those deaths
would've prepared me for this.
If you haven't already,
you'll start to remember bits
from your past now, Henry.
And those memories,
they're real.
They're you.
Trust them.
(Akan) Memories,
memories, memories.
My first batch of
cyber soldiers.
With everything that you have
experienced today uploaded into
what's left of their brains, all
they remember is waking up in
the lab with their wife
screwing their legs on.
I love you, Charlie.
I love you, Edward.
I love you, Thomas.
You recognize these?
No?
That's odd.
They're your wife's.
(Sniffs)
Mm, I smell what
you like about her.
This one is almost
ready for you.
But I'm warning you,
their boosters make the
one you have now...
(Gun shot)
You look like a fucking 9 volt.
Go ahead and fuck him up.
(Snap)
(Akan) Get up.
Get up!
Can you handle this?
Henry.
Why are you hitting
yourself, Henry?
Hmm?
(Estelle) Baby?
Baby, are you okay?
(Akan)I love how protective
you are of me.
You owe me an apology.
For?
Doubting me.
I did have certain
apprehensions.
Why'd you let me do it?
I was just entertaining my
woman and losing all of my men.
Is everybody dead?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Do you know when I
realized this was working?
When?
When Henry pulled me into the
escape pod, trying to get me out
of the lab no matter what.
Who would've thought that pussy
is a hell of a motivator?
We'll have a hundred of you
tomorrow, a thousand next week.
Each one's first memory
will be his wife
slipping a cheap brass
ring on his finger.
Every single one of my soldiers
will awake willing to do
anything my brilliant wife tells
him, whether it's marching on
Paris or the White House lawn.
I would like to pretend you
understand the part you played.
You didn't make history, Henry.
You helped end it.
(Kiss)
You...
...little...
...pussy.
That's what my
old man called me.
It's like it was my name.
And I proved him right by
killing all the wrong people.
I love you, Henry, and I'll
never call you anything but your
name, but you gotta decide...
are you gonna lay there, swallow
that blood in your mouth?
Or are you gonna stand up, spit
it out, and go spill theirs?
(Estelle) Akan!
You fuck... ahh!
(Screaming)
(Estelle) No!
Stop!
I am ordering you to stop!
Henry!
Stop!!!
Where is he?
No.
(Gun shot) Fuck you,
motherfucker!
Fuck you!
How could you do
this to me, Henry?
How could you fucking do this?
Answer me!
Answer me!
Motherfucker!
(Gun shot)
What happened, Henry?
You were supposed to love me.
(Stumble, scream)
Henry!
Henry!
Listen to your heart!
(Kick, scream)
(Man) Hey!
You...
...little...
...pussy.
(Estelle) Hello, Henry.
Oh.
You can't speak,
but that's normal.
Well, it isn't normal, but
it's only temporary, okay?
Do you remember
how you got here?
That's fine.
That's normal, too.
Henry, wait.
Wait.
We'll get there.
Scan.
(Beeping)
(Scanner) Sensory
processor activated.
(Estelle) Relax, okay?
(Scanner) Scanning.
Video link confirmed.
- Up.
This next part might hurt.
Maybe quite a lot.
But it won't last
long, I promise.
Almost there.
Welder.
You can do it.
Wonderful, Henry.
Squeeze.
Harder.
Ah!
(Laughs)
Cool, right?
Integument?
Please don't move your hand.
You probably don't recall.
You were never a
big fan of my work.
Maybe this will
change your mind.
Right?
Memory's a funny thing.
I'm an expert and I don't know
if you'll ever get yours back.
You don't remember me
at all, do you, Henry?
My name is Estelle.
You and I were...
we still are...
...husband and wife.
I love you, Henry.
I can't wait to hear you say it.
(Loud music)
(Turns music off)
(Robbie) Henry.
(Estelle) His memories are
still catching up with him.
Oh, Jesus.
I'm Robbie.
The sorcerer of sound.
You are gonna love this.
Because, sir...
you're gonna get to
pick your own voice.
(Computer As Elvis) Thank you.
Thank you very much.
(Computer As Louis Armstrong)
Hello, Henry.
Robbie.
- Oh, come on, they're options.
What white guy wouldn't wanna
sound like Louis Armstrong?
Just one more. Quick.
(Computer As Darth Vader)
Luke, I am your father.
Robert, enough.
Sorry, Mom.
How about we
use Henry's voice?
Yeah, whatever you say.
You're the boss. Boring.
(Computer) Security breach,
level four.
(Timothy) Is this a drill?
- What is this?
(Computer) Level four.
- Lock the door.
- It's probably a mistake.
Estelle, call the base.
Security breach, level four.
(Explosion)
(Shouting)
(Gun shots)
Oh, no.
(Akan) Yes.
Spasiba.
Get up.
Henry, right?
- Please, don't.
- Shut up.
How do you like the new you?
Did I interrupt the procedure?
Can Henry not talk yet?
(Timothy) No, he can't. No.
Don't look at me
like that, Henry.
Your girlfriend here-
might have rebuilt you,
but I gave her the raw
materials to work with.
And I mean really,
really raw materials.
(Estelle whimpering)
- What's your name?
- Timothy.
Nice to meet you, Timothy.
Did you see Henry when Estelle
brought his remains here?
Yeah.
Would you please be so kind to
describe them to better Henry's
understanding of how
good he looks now?
Sure. His arm was
shot off below the...
below the elbow and the...
the leg shot off below the knee.
And there was a
football-sized dent...
Did you happen
to see his head?
- Yes.
- Do tell.
Um, the skull was dented in
and there was this, um...
his eyes were missing and, um,
the bottom half of his jaw was
shred to pieces.
Just about right.
I'm bleeding, too.
That was a little strenuous.
(Whispers) Stay close.
(Explosion)
(Estelle) Henry! Hurry up!
Close it.
Henry, come on!
Henry, try to keep up!
(Voices in Russian)
Shh. Come on.
Kick it in.
Come on.
If Akan gets ahold of my
work, men like these will be
brought back from the dead
to form his army.
Go!
Henry, no!
Henry!
Take my hand!
(Computer) Escape pod initiated.
(Estelle) There are two pods.
(Marty) One.
- Marty?
- Sorry. The man's
clearly gone insane.
Marty, no!
Henry.
It's yours. Get in.
(Akan) Estelle!
Get in! Get in!
(Computer) Escape pod initiated.
(Computer) Altitude...
The chute! The chute!
Pull the chute!
It's going too fast!
It's going too fast!
Hold on, Henry!
(Crash)
(Horns honking)
(Cars crashing)
Oh, God.
Akan's mercenaries.
Put me down.
Put me down!
Henry.
They underestimate you, okay?
Let them get close
and then engage.
(Estelle) Engage!
No. Henry!
Fight back! Come on!
No, stop it!
(Estelle) You stop it!
Stop it!
(Man) What?
- Stop it!
Estelle...
No! No!
(Car alarm)
(Voices in Russian)
(Gun shot)
(Gun shots)
(Gunfire and screaming)
(Gun shots)
(Voices in Russian)
(Car starts)
(Gun shots)
(Crash)
(Gun shot)
(Gun shots)
(Jimmy) You're a fucking rabbit
in the headlights, aren't you?
It's all right.
I'm not here to hurt you.
Is your speech module installed?
Shit.
Well, at least we
know you're not deaf.
It's all right. You can
put your hands down now.
Three years I've been waiting
for this moment and I get
Charlie fucking Chaplin.
Fuck's sake, come on!
All right, let's
have a look at you.
Open the glove box, please.
Take out that whole contraption.
You gotta untangle the wires.
Is that a wedding ring?
Are you... are you married?
How's that working out for you?
Yeah, what a shocker.
Right.
Next, I need you to, uh,
take your shirt off, please.
Open up there.
Yeah, those.
Plug the jacks in there.
Yeah, in there.
So, your name's Henry
and... okay, well,
the good news is that
you're gonna live a while.
The bad news is that in this
case, a while means 20,
30 minutes tops, Henry.
Unless you're very,
very lucky,
which you are.
Uncle Jimmy is gonna
take you to his lab.
Hang on.
(Sirens) Ah, shit.
We got bacon on our tail.
Unplug yourself.
Put that away.
There's some clothes in there.
Put the hoodie on.
Shit. There's not enough time.
Fuck it.
Just cover the blood
up with your bag.
Just stay calm and let
me handle this, yeah?
(Speaks in Russian)
That's how it goes...
(Gun shot)
(Crash)
Bollocks.
(Gun shots)
Fucking Akan, paying off the...
(Gun shot)
(Car horn)
(Air bag)
(Speaks in Russian)
(Gun shots)
(Panicked screaming)
(Cell phone rings)
(Turns off)
(Speaks in Russian)
(Gun shots)
(Jimmy) I'm gonna
have to hurt you, Henry,
but it's for your
own good, mate.
Just give me your arm...
hey! Shit! (Slap)
It's me! It's Jimmy. We've
only got a few moments until
they run into they're
onto us again, mate.
Just... okay,
just give me your arm.
Okay, just relax.
Aargh!!
- There Here it is.
Here it is.
Bingo!
This little fucker is how
they've been tracking you.
Toodle-oo.
In a few moments, your
mechanical parts are gonna
start shutting down.
Your friend Akan's got an
important Russian connection
named Slick Dimitry.
Slick handles all Akan's
cops/guns/real estate/
a lot of other shit.
This helpful dot on the
map is Slick's place.
All you gotta do is
break in there, kill him,
open up his ribcage,
take out his beating heart,
and fucking eat it.
I'm kidding! I'm kidding.
You don't have to
fucking eat his heart.
Under his heart is
his charge pump, yeah?
Bring that to me.
Use this and I'll
contact you on this.
That has gotta be the gayest
jacket I've ever seen.
(Gun shots)
(Shouting in Russian)
(Speaking in Russian)
(Kids laughter)
(Voice in Russian)
(Gun shots)
Arg! Aarghh!!
(Gun shots)
(Hard breathing)
(Cocks gun)
Henry.
Akan's already started.
If we don't stop him, he'll have
his army in days or sooner.
(Voices)
(Gun clicks empty)
(Slick Dimitry)
You're half machine, half pussy.
(Voices in Russian)
Wait, wait. I can tell you
something very important,
about the man who sent you here.
(Gun shot)
(Panicked screaming)
(Gun shot)
(Gun shots)
(Cell phone rings)
Oi, Henry. I'm at this
high-class establishment.
Follow the dot and then
just knock on the knocker.
Get it?
Knock on the knocker!
(Speaks in Russian)
(Car noises)
(Man) Hi.
I'm a fucking car, baby.
Lexus convertible!
(Jimmy) Oh, that's good.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, God, that's amazing.
Yeah!
Fellow, you're late!
You're late!
(Turns music off)
The last 15 minutes have been
a fucking rollercoaster
of emotions for me, mate.
I didn't know if I was
ever gonna see you again.
So I fired up some of this shit.
Fire up my fucking nose, yeah?
(Garbled) But there you are.
It's okay, Henry. You just
lost power. Come on. Hey, there!
Bring me some of that
strong Russian shit, ladies.
Okay, now where's
that booster pump?
Where is it? Did you get it?
Did you get the fucking...
Yeah! Fucking hell.
This is it.
This is it, yeah?
Okay, hang on.
Okay, hold this, lady.
Shit.
Okay, I gotta get this
little fucker in there.
Who am I kidding?
I'm in no condition to do this.
I'm sorry. I'm in no
condition to do this, mate.
I'm in no condition.
I'm sorry.
I'm in no condition to do this.
(Zipper)
(Door opens)
(Jimmy) Oh, goodness.
Oh, goodness,
what have you done?
What have you done
this time, Jimmy?
Are you still conscious?
Yeah. Hello.
You're gonna be okay.
Just gotta get a little
bit of power into you.
Ladies, could you give us
a bit of space, please?
Thank you.
You're a big deal, you know?
You're not the only
one wronged by Akan.
You and I both want
the same thing.
This might hurt a bit.
There we go.
That's wonderful.
Now I can take you
back to my lab.
I'm Jimmy, by the way.
I realize this is all
very confusing for you.
Um, but...
but it's better if I show
you at the lab, yes...
(Phone rings)
Hello?
Oh, spasiba.
They're here.
They must've followed you.
I can't...
I can't let them
see me like this.
I can't let...
I'm sorry. I...
I can't stay here, Henry.
I'm sorry.
(Door closes)
Ah, shit.
(Snorts)
Fuck yeah! Ha ha!
Fuck yeah, Akan's
boys are here.
I'm gonna hold them off, yeah?
I'm gonna hold them off, yeah?
More guns for you
in the drawer, yeah?
Whoo!
This is fucking war, baby, yeah!
Whoo!
Oh, fuck yeah!
Hi, ladies.
(Gun shots, screaming)
(Gun shots)
I fucking had that!
Go, go, go!
The floor is fucking lava!
I'm gonna burn it!
Oh, Olga, Katya!
(Gun shots)
(Man) Oh, please, please!
Please don't hurt me.
I've got a family.
(Akan) Is that your wife?
Um, uh...
(Screams)
Don't mind her, Henry.
She's mourning her late husband.
I wasn't betting on
seeing you again.
Your persistence
is unparalleled.
And quite exciting.
Slick Dimitry's
services were excellent.
I'm just glad I
never paid upfront.
I'll tell Estelle you did well.
(Jimmy) Akan! Akan, open this
fucking door, do you hear me?
I got her all dolled up in the
back of my truck downstairs.
(Jimmy) I'm gonna rip
your fucking lungs out!
(Akan) You'll go far, Henry,
unlike this piece of shit.
(Crack)
(Gun shots, squealing tires)
Hey, Henry.
Put your gun down.
It's all good.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Peaceful, peaceful.
Chill out.
Calm down.
Now I've shared
something with you.
I need you to share
something with me.
Where's Akan going?
Ah, shit.
(Gun shots)
(Loud moaning)
Now that is my ego
talking to yours.
What do you want...
higher self, ego?
Higher self, ego?
(Man) Higher self!
Higher self.
Yeah. Okay.
Akan's convoy are
taking the girl to his base.
(Gun shot)
Oh, shit. Let me handle this.
Let me handle this.
I'm sorry you're upset, okay?
Henry and I are
gonna go deal with Akan.
Henry? Who is Henry?
You wanna go on a the bike?
You can go on a the bike.
Just... just...
yeah, you wanna go?
Yeah, yeah, go on your bike.
Fucking hell.
Sometimes it's easier
just to say yes.
(Starts bike)
(Gun shots)
Henry, catch!
(Mortar)
God, I thought I lost
you forever, Henry.
I was so scared.
I was so scared when you fell.
I thought I would
never see you again.
I love you, Henry.
I love you.
Mm wah. How sweet.
If I took this moment
and put it in a cup of tea,
I wouldn't need sugar.
Yuri, pozhaluysta.
(Explosion)
(Akan) Each year, 100,000
baseball bats are sold in Russia
and, at most, 50 baseballs.
Gives you an idea of a
great Russian pastime.
This is a rare surviving bat.
Estelle.
Would you please be
so kind and stand up?
Or do you want to
take her place?
Estelle, your boy's
quite the white knight,
sacrificing himself to keep
you alive only for my dick...
To kill you later.
Are you sure, Henry?
Are you sure?
Brilliant!
Uh, come over here, Henry.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, Henry.
You...
...little...
...pussy.
(Voices in Russian)
(Gun shots)
Give peace a chance, brothers.
My ego wants to kill you
But my higher self doesn't.
(Gun shots)
Jesus, baby.
I was talking to that man.
Look at this.
Dude's got a memory blocker.
Well, that's about all
I can do for you, mate.
Time for a reboot.
See you in about 15
minutes, hopefully.
Hey.
He's awake.
Your eyes might be a bit blurry.
It's just your depth perception
trying to calibrate, yeah?
Follow me as I walk, yeah?
Get up.
Okay.
All right.
Now, can you focus
on me over here?
(Woman) Yeah?
- Burying you.
It's like burying treasure.
I really don't understand what
Akan is thinking because...
(Explosion)
(Explosion)
Aarghh!!
(Gun shots)
(Cell phone rings)
Henry, stop dicking around.
You're almost there, mate.
Here's where you gotta get to.
Chop Chop.
(Horse snorting)
(Horse neiging)
Shh. It's me, Jimmy.
Move.
Oh, shit.
Those pigs are here again.
(Woman wailing)
Psst!
Don't compromise my lab.
Let them leave.
Henry, no.
I'm instructing... shit.
(Speaks Russian)
(Scrunch)
(Man screaming)
(Baton sinks. Man silenced)
(Man speaks Russian)
(Gun shot)
Good job, Charlie Bronson.
Bravo 2-0.
Lights up.
Play video.
(Akan) Dawn of Twilight...
a cyborg era.
Thank you, sir. I've lobotomized
everything not essential...
(Cork pops)
not essential to soldiers.
Personal memories,
speech, sense of taste...
it's all gone.
May still have a bit of
an issue with emotional
motivation, which...
Motivation? Try your
fucking paycheck, James.
My paych...
yes, okay.
What the shit fuck, James?
I'm sorry, sir!
I'm so sorry! Oh, shit!
Open the doors! Please!
Open the door!
We've got a malfunction! Let me
out, please! Uh, I'll fix it.
I doubt it.
Fucking idiot.
You know, Jimmy, something
about a spine snapping...
(Snap)
it never gets old.
It sounds like...
- The end, the beginning.
Or are they the same?
Have a seat, Henry.
When a man is first crippled,
there's always one question on
everyone's mind,
especially his...
does his dick work?
Mine didn't, so I plotted
my escape from this chair.
I had come to Russia when the
west banned resuscitation
of cadaver tissue.
Akan's a megalomaniac, but
my research was funded.
I kept my eyes on
the Nobel Prize.
Who has time for icky
ethics when he's rich and
his cock works, eh?
I paid a high price.
I stopped making soldiers
and then I succeeded.
I grew men made of cyber flesh.
Really.
Just fancy pants prostheses,
but don't dare tell my...
My avatars!
Now, cyborgs, on the other
hand, have bits and a brain.
They think for themselves,
in theory at least.
Shall we have a look at you?
That hippie,
always with the ganja.
You're not baked, are you?
Hope not.
Right.
You are the man, Henry.
Mm, there's very little
actual man left, of course.
Enhanced skeletal muscular
systems, cardiovascular turbo
boosted with a curium
244 atomic battery.
A good night of sleep and you'd
power an aircraft carrier.
Remarkable
technology, is it not?
...Not you.
My boys.
I made the first few
for revenge but then I started
exploring new aspects of myself.
Can I have a sip?
I have lived these
past years, Henry.
My lads, they get speeding
tickets, they walk barefoot
through the grass, and
boy, do they get laid.
You'll never guess what we
do here sometimes alone.
Hit play.
Over there. Go on.
I got you
under my skin
I got you deep
in the heart of me
So deep in my heart
That you're really
a part of me
I got you
under my skin
I tried so not to give in
I say to myself this affair
Never will go so well
Why should I try to resist
When baby I know so well
I got you
under my skin
(Alarm sounds)
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes. Something's
wrong with you, mate.
Don't worry, it's not
cancer the clap or nothing.
Just gonnagotta sit you down
in this chair and take a look
at you, yeah? The scan says
you're in terrible danger.
Of being shivved for being a
traitor, you lying grasser!
I'm shutting you down, mate.
(Spits)
(Cocks gun)
Put down the proto baby.
Now!
We tried to unplug you nicely
even though we knew that you
beamed your video to Akan.
No?
What's this?
What's that? (echo)
You're broadcasting
it that to Akan! (echo)
Enough! (echo)
Enough. (echo)
Even if I did believe you,
you still have to...
(Alarm sounds)
Aarghh!!
Fuck! No, Henry, no!
No!!!!!
You brought them to my lab!
I trusted you!
Henry, please kill me?
Akan won't.
He'll make me live in this
straightjacket of rotten,
smelly skin! What the
fuck was I thinking that
Akan's toy robot was my friend?
(Slap)
Thank you, Henry.
Fuck you, too,
but mostly thanks.
My lab's compromised, but I can
build a new one using Akan's
equipment when we go get
your wife together, right?
Hey, put that on the wall.
If I can't have my lab,
no one's having her.
Now, don't lose this.
Fuck you, Akan.
And don't change your channel.
We're coming right over.
Right, I counted six vehicles.
That's at least 35 men.
We've gotta cut them down to
half that before they enter the
hotel to give us a fighting
chance to get out alive.
Also, there's a certain
stigma attached to blokes who
like musicals. I just wanna
get it out there right
now that I'm straight
as an arrow. Got it?
Here they come.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
(Cocks gun) Now.
Right, cover me.
Fuck, they're in the hotel.
We don't need the
sniper anymore either.
Go inside. See the colonel.
Over here, laddie.
Arm yourself to the teeth.
Don't touch that.
Emma Gee is mine.
That's what my
father used to say-
'A grenade a day
keeps the enemy at bay.'
Come along.
Chop, chop.
Big Sally.
(Shouting)
Uh, well, home is
where the battle is.
Right, private, it is our duty
to ensure that no harm comes
to the cripple, understood?
Follow on.
If you can hear them,
but you can't shoot them,
you can probably grenade them.
Drop an egg down there, laddie.
(Explosion)
Forward.
Come along.
Good lord, how embarrassing.
(Gun shot)
Dodged a bullet on that one.
I'll cover you.
You go around them.
Don't let the cripple
get below you, laddie!
(Explosion)
(Voices)
(Gun shots)
Jolly good.
Hold on, wait.
Help me with the cripple.
(Man shouts in Russian)
Retreat five paces back
on my command, laddie.
Spasibo, Yuri. My quarters
are actually up there.
Would you like to see them?
(Yuri) Oh, we will.
Indeed.
(Explosion)
Don't spare the horses.
Take the next slipway.
Off, here. Here we go.
(Squealing tires)
Hang on, laddie.
Let's turn the tables
on these buggers.
Tally ho.
Big Ben.
Akan is a cunt!!
Oh, my.
Looks like Akan's already begun.
By tomorrow, these
poor chaps will be super
robotic soldiers
like yourself. Look out!
On your feet, lad.
On your left.
Hang on.
I'm gonna buy you some time!
(Gun shots)
Seal the door.
Can't tell you the number of
times I've dreamt that I was
riding up in this lift.
It's a pity I can't...
It's just the
landing gear, laddie.
Now, listen to me.
When you kill Akan, I want you
to look him right in those eyes
until the rest of him is just as
dead as they are, understood?
No, I'm afraid I shall
not be coming with.
But you letting me get you this
far has given an old sweat his
grandest gift in all his years.
No.
It's lodged in his jugular.
If you uncork it,
I won't be able to...
The...
the thingamajig in
your pocket, quickly.
Afraid I have a
confession to make.
See, I've been surveilling
Akan for years.
So when you dropped down onto
that roadway and went rogue so
magnificently, well, all I saw
was a nice my shot at revenge.
You proved me right with
Dimitry, but then in the forest,
well, I noticed an implant.
A memory block, see?
And I couldn't afford to have
you remember a better life
somewhere else.
So I left it in.
Not my finest hour, I'm afraid.
But then back at my lab
when I was trying to analyze
what you could do for me,
I realized
who you are...
to me.
Henry.
It's bloody nice
having a friend, Henry.
You'd think all those deaths
would've prepared me for this.
If you haven't already,
you'll start to remember bits
from your past now, Henry.
And those memories,
they're real.
They're you.
Trust them.
(Akan) Memories,
memories, memories.
My first batch of
cyber soldiers.
With everything that you have
experienced today uploaded into
what's left of their brains, all
they remember is waking up in
the lab with their wife
screwing their legs on.
I love you, Charlie.
I love you, Edward.
I love you, Thomas.
You recognize these?
No?
That's odd.
They're your wife's.
(Sniffs)
Mm, I smell what
you like about her.
This one is almost
ready for you.
But I'm warning you,
their boosters make the
one you have now...
(Gun shot)
You look like a fucking 9 volt.
Go ahead and fuck him up.
(Snap)
(Akan) Get up.
Get up!
Can you handle this?
Henry.
Why are you hitting
yourself, Henry?
Hmm?
(Estelle) Baby?
Baby, are you okay?
(Akan)I love how protective
you are of me.
You owe me an apology.
For?
Doubting me.
I did have certain
apprehensions.
Why'd you let me do it?
I was just entertaining my
woman and losing all of my men.
Is everybody dead?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Do you know when I
realized this was working?
When?
When Henry pulled me into the
escape pod, trying to get me out
of the lab no matter what.
Who would've thought that pussy
is a hell of a motivator?
We'll have a hundred of you
tomorrow, a thousand next week.
Each one's first memory
will be his wife
slipping a cheap brass
ring on his finger.
Every single one of my soldiers
will awake willing to do
anything my brilliant wife tells
him, whether it's marching on
Paris or the White House lawn.
I would like to pretend you
understand the part you played.
You didn't make history, Henry.
You helped end it.
(Kiss)
You...
...little...
...pussy.
That's what my
old man called me.
It's like it was my name.
And I proved him right by
killing all the wrong people.
I love you, Henry, and I'll
never call you anything but your
name, but you gotta decide...
are you gonna lay there, swallow
that blood in your mouth?
Or are you gonna stand up, spit
it out, and go spill theirs?
(Estelle) Akan!
You fuck... ahh!
(Screaming)
(Estelle) No!
Stop!
I am ordering you to stop!
Henry!
Stop!!!
Where is he?
No.
(Gun shot) Fuck you,
motherfucker!
Fuck you!
How could you do
this to me, Henry?
How could you fucking do this?
Answer me!
Answer me!
Motherfucker!
(Gun shot)
What happened, Henry?
You were supposed to love me.
(Stumble, scream)
Henry!
Henry!
Listen to your heart!
(Kick, scream)