Hardwired (2009) Movie Script
[CURSOR BEEPING]
[]
I love a man who
knows what he wants.
[MAN PANTING]
But if what he wants
is Wild Times whiskey,
well, then I love him
even more.
[PANTING]
With its full body
and breathtaking smoothness,
Wild Times is the whiskey
that goes down easy.
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
That smooth, great taste,
it could almost
make a girl jealous.
[SIRENS WAILING]
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]
[MAN]:
No.
Please.
No.
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONES]
[SCREAMING]
[]
[BEEPING]
[]
Happy birthday, mi amore.
I wanted you to wake up
and find this.
I'm sorry
that I had to work early today.
But I promise
I'll make it up to you tonight.
[GIGGLES]
And... Oh.
I think someone else
wants to say happy birthday
to you too.
[BLOWS KISS]
Luke.
[CAR ALARM BEEPS]
Watch your head.
You're mad.
I'm not mad.
We don't have to go.
Oh, we're going.
[ENGINE STARTS]
I love you.
I know.
[]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[WHIRRING]
[WHIMPERING]
[SIGHS]
Ronnie.
Look at me.
Look at me, Ron.
Here's my hand. Just hold on.
Look at me.
Veronica,
please stay with me.
Look at me.
Listen to my voice, Ronnie.
No, don't close your eyes.
Look at me.
- [VERONICA GROANS]
- Veronica.
[POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING]
Veronica.
[LABORED BREATHING]
My wife.
How's my wife?
[GROANS]
Let's take
a look here.
[BEEPING]
Oh, look,
that insurance just expired.
Take him to F-ward.
Oh, uh, sorry, doctor,
I'm new. What's F-ward?
Severe brain trauma.
No medical insurance.
Give you three guesses
what F stands for.
[]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
I'll check on
Lieutenant Ramirez.
I'm sorry, who are you,
gentlemen?
What exactly is this?
[HIGH-PITCHED BEEP]
Good morning, doctor.
I am, as I'm sure you know,
Virgil Kirkhill
of Hope Industries.
About an hour ago,
a man was brought there
after a car crash.
Severe head trauma,
no insurance.
That's no problem for us,
and we can save his life.
I've heard rumors
about this procedure
and to be honest,
I'm very skeptical.
So in your opinion,
we should let the patient die.
I'm not saying that.
Mr. Gibson
could lead a normal life.
I, uh...
I'll need to consult
with his next of kin.
He has family?
A sister.
All right.
May I speak with her?
As you wish.
[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]
Doctor.
How is he?
Not much different,
I'm afraid.
But there may be
a new option open to us.
We've got
a special surgical team
from Hope Industries
already en route.
And we'll make sure
your brother
gets the very best care
available today.
[]
[AIR HISSES]
[WHIRRING]
[FLESH RIPPING]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
[GASPS]
[EKG BEEPING]
[MAN]:
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
And if you're a man of class,
a man of distinction,
a man who values quality above
all else, you need the Aeon 3.
The world's newest and most
technologically
advanced wristwatch
with built-in GPS
and a touchscreen transponder.
It has a power source
that will last you a lifetime.
Aeon 3 is tak...
[]
There was a...
Ahem, a man there.
You've had an operation.
You were in a car crash.
Your sister's here.
I'll... I'll get her.
[SIGHS]
Psst.
Hey.
You've been out
a long time.
Sorry.
Name's Bennett Jackson.
I don't even remember
my own name.
Yeah, I hear you, man.
Neither could I
when I first came round.
I had to get it
off my med chart.
Ain't that
a kick in the head?
I heard them
calling you Gibson.
[GRUNTS]
Yeah, it itches like a mother,
don't it? I got one too.
And that ain't even
the worst part about it, man.
I've been seeing things.
Things I ain't even
sure are real.
They did something to us.
Something not right.
Thank God you're alive.
Luke.
Luke, Veronica didn't make it.
She's gone.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He doesn't remember
his own wife.
We did try and warn you.
Will he ever get it back?
His motor skills and
cognitive memories are intact.
He can remember how
to tie his shoes.
But he has no memory
of what his own shoes look like.
Hey, I'm right here.
There's a man there in a suit.
Selling a watch
or something.
[]
[CAMERA BEEPING]
[MAN]:
Got him.
[MAN 1 ON RADIO]:
This report brought to you
by Hope Industries,
the way of the future.
[WOMAN ON RADIO]: U.S. markets
are starting a slow crawl
back up to
pre-depression levels.
The dollar continues trading
at one-tenth the value
of the Chinese yuan.
[MAN 2 ON RADIO]: The corporate
environment committee
continues to deny
sporadic snowfall
with exceedingly high pH levels
across the Eastern seaboard
is a result
of the fusion meltdown
at the Beaksfield facility.
[]
Here we are.
[CANDACE]:
It's this way, Luke.
[MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
[CANDACE]:
This way.
Come on.
[LUKE]:
I live here?
[CANDACE]:
Yeah. It used to be nicer
when you guys moved in,
you and Veronica.
Before the bailouts failed and
most governments went bankrupt.
Do you remember
recent history, or...?
[LUKE]:
And Veronica's my wife, right?
[CANDACE]:
Come on. Let's get you inside.
[WOMAN]: Sir, Subject 17's
fail-safe just activated.
[SCREAMING]
[DOOR CLOSES]
This way.
You and Veronica
lived here.
[]
You loved her very much.
I was in the Army.
Special Forces.
Two continents.
Three wars.
You didn't like
to talk about it much.
You said you wanted to forget
that part of your life.
[LAUGHS]
I should be careful
what I wish for.
I can't remember
any of this.
I'm gonna stay here tonight,
make sure you're okay.
You're Candace, right?
My sister?
Yeah.
Thank you.
[MUSIC PLAYING AND
CHILDREN LAUGHING ON TV]
[WOMAN ON TV]: The market
took another dive today
at fears of renewed
hostility overseas.
On the good-news front,
today's report
from the mayor's office
concludes
we're making real progress
on the war on crime.
Violent crimes have dropped
by 35 percent
since the same time last year.
With only 241 murders reported
in the last 60 days.
[TV ANNOUNCER]: This report brought
to you by Wild Times whiskey.
[TURNS OFF TV]
I love a man
who knows what he wants.
But if what he wants
is Wild Times whiskey,
well, then
I love him even more.
How'd you get in here?
With its full body
and breathtaking smoothness,
Wild Times is the whiskey
that goes down easy.
That smooth, great taste...
It could almost
make a girl jealous.
[CANDACE]:
Luke, what's wrong?
Did you just
see that woman?
There's nobody here.
[GASPS]
I gotta get out of here.
Luke?
Luke.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[]
[POLICE SIRENS BLARING
DISTANTLY]
[PUNK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
How's Mr. 373?
Don't turn them
into numbers.
He is a number.
Don't turn this
into something it isn't.
If we treat him like a number,
we're no better than they are.
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
"If we turn them into a number,
we're no better than they are".
Shut up.
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
If you're a man of class,
a man of distinction,
a man who values quality...
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
If you're a man of class...
Get away from me.
A man who values quality...
Aeon 3 is the world's
newest and most
technologically-advanced watch.
The Aeon 3
is biometrically tailored
to your physiology.
It monitors all...
[]
See? Just like all the rest.
Losing it.
No,
this guy's different.
- Please.
- He is different.
He had a family.
Okay? Somebody on
the inside messed up.
This is our chance.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[]
[WOMAN ON TV BLATHERING
INDISTINCTLY]
[]
What did you put in my head?
[GRUNTS]
Oh!
Tell me!
All right. All right.
They call it
a Psi-Com Implant.
They said
it was experimental.
Without it,
you'd be dead.
You... You had an intracranial
hematoma.
And no med cover.
They saved your life.
Who's "they"?
[GRUNTS]
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK
SQUEALING]
[GROANING]
Relax. Relax.
They ain't gonna blow it yet.
The pain will go away.
The pain will go away.
[FEEDBACK FADES]
[SIGHS]
Bennett. Bennett,
what are you doing here?
Man, I came to ask the good
doctor the same thing you did.
Now I'm glad I didn't.
Guess that's a taste
of what they'll do
if we keep asking
too many damn questions.
Who's "they"?
Man, the last time
you asked that,
your melon damn near
split open.
[SIGHS]
We're being used.
Human lab rats.
How is this possible?
Are you kidding me?
Hope Industries?
Randolph Hope owns, uh,
pretty much everything.
Now he owns us too.
The space inside our heads.
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
And if you're a man of class,
a man of distinction...
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
And if you're a man of class,
a man of distinction,
a man who values quality
above all else...
Whoa, whoa, hold it.
I got some advice for you.
The ads you've been seeing,
they don't ever let up
until you buy
whatever crap it is
they selling.
Now, me, I ain't got no money.
So I'm having to steal the shit.
That works too.
Trust me.
It's the only way
to make them stop.
[]
[CAMERA BEEPING]
MAN [OVER MONITOR]:
Aeon 3.
[BURKE]:
My name is Carter Burke.
If you're a man of class,
a man of distinction
a man who values quality
above all else,
you need the Aeon 3.
The world's newest and most
technologically-advanced watch.
The Aeon 3 is biometrically
tailored to your physiology.
It monitors
all essential organ functions
and comes in a 4-millimeter
titanium anti-magnetic case
with built-in GPS
and a touchscreen transponder.
Aeon 3 comes
with a power source
that will last you a lifetime.
Aeon 3.
Aeon 3.
[SCREAMS]
It's time.
[SCREAMS]
[BURGLAR ALARM BLARING]
[WHIRRING]
[GUN COCKS]
Freeze.
No, no.
It's Hope Industries.
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK SQUEALS]
[SCREAMS]
[FEEDBACK STOPS]
[GROANS]
Keep your hands
above your head.
[PANTING]
Hands on your head. Now!
Now!
Get down on the ground
right now.
All the way on the ground.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Stop!
[GUN CLICKING]
Damn it.
[]
[SIRENS BLARING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[COP]:
Move. Move. Come on.
Check those stairs.
Through the alley.
Come on.
- Where is he?
- He's not in there.
[POLICE SIRENS BLARING]
Who are you?
Who are you?
- You lost him.
- Damn, this thing sucks.
- Don't break it.
- I'm not.
At least we made contact.
[]
[MAN ON MONITOR]:
Gentlemen, there is a potential
security breach in Project 660.
Subject 373 received
a class-one implant
on January 7th.
Initiation was successful.
Subject's reaction
to initial uploads
of real-time
audiovisual stimuli
was within normative range.
As in 48.6 percent
of all other cases,
multiple uploads
had to be broadcast
to gain full compliance.
Then last night,
at 2300 hours,
Subject 373 questioned
the implant
and a warning pulse
was activated
as per standard operating
procedure.
Two hours later, subject
successfully acquired product
by extralegal means
and was confronted
by security personnel.
Surveillance risk assessment
indicated high probability
of disclosure
and automatically triggered
the fail-safe mechanism.
Except in this case,
it didn't work.
We activated Subject 373's
fail-safe
but it did not detonate.
The termination code
was blocked.
- How?
- We don't know how.
We're working to override
the blocking program,
but it will take time.
He's a belligerent subject
with just enough information
to make him dangerous.
Unless we can activate
the fail-safe,
Mr. Gibson
is a serious liability
who could expose Project 660.
We have the avatar program.
That's proven effective.
The avatar program
has been successful so far.
But Project 660
is too important to risk.
It requires
more stringent safeguards.
Projections indicate a 146
percent rise in share prices,
creating a self-perpetuating
revenue stream
of 21 billion dollars per year.
Randolph Hope feels
the assets are worth defending.
Gentlemen, meet Mr. Drake.
Mr. Drake knows how
to defend an asset permanently.
This is Subject 373,
Luke Gibson.
The asset is in his head.
Shouldn't be a problem.
Good. Let's get to it.
Right this way,
Mr. Drake.
[]
[WOMAN]: Have you heard
about Juicy Fruit bubblegum?
Brand-new flavors
for you to enjoy.
There's Mulberry Mint,
Chinese Chocolate,
and my favorite,
Passion Fruit Power.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[BONE CRACKS]
[BEEPING]
[RAPID BEEPING]
[GRUNTS]
[]
Hello, Luke.
Been a long time.
Product is on foot,
engage at will.
[]
[BEEPING]
[RAPID BEEPING]
Goodbye, old friend.
Come on, get in.
We've lost the product.
Clear out, clear out.
One, two
Hey, hey, hey
Shacked up right now
Hey, hey, hey
I'll show you how
I've got this information
Running round my brain
Hey, you all right?
Nice moves out there.
Who are you?
We're your guardian angels.
[]
[MAN]:
Of our 660 current subjects,
this group has shown
the best response rate
to the implant technology.
[WOMAN]:
Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt.
Subject 373 has eluded
the intercept team.
Ah. Mr. Gibson.
- So good of you to come.
- This is Hal.
Let's get inside
where it's safer.
Now, this is
what's happened.
Hope Industries has put
a computer inside your head.
They're trying to develop
a whole new way
to manipulate mankind.
- We should let him rest.
- [HAL]: No, there's no time.
If we don't hurry, this man's
brain is gonna end up
as a wet spot
on a wall somewhere.
I apologize. In actuality,
we have a little more time
than that. You see,
our Keyboard is a lot smarter
than their techs.
He's like
our secret weapon.
Can he get this thing
out of my head?
Not exactly.
But there is a computer
in your skull.
So Keyboard can hack it.
Mr. Gibson, this is Keyboard.
[RESPIRATOR HISSING]
[COMPUTERS BEEPING]
You can say hello.
Not too close.
Keyboard used to work for Hope.
Resident computer genius.
That is until the boy found out
just how evil
the corporation was
and he tried to destroy them
from the inside.
With the baddest computer virus
ever written.
The Xenogen virus.
[HAL]: He introduced
the virus into every computer
he could get his hands on.
He came within a hairsbreadth
of bringing the corporation down.
But they found out
who wrote the program.
And put a bullet in his head.
It damaged the part of his brain
that controls speech.
Hope Industries did this to him?
Mm-hm.
Why didn't you call the police?
[SCOFFS]
The police?
His mother tried to do that.
We found her body a couple
of days later in a river.
Um, the fish had eaten away
most of her face.
You see, Mr. Gibson,
the first time this government's
treasury went bankrupt,
Randolph Hope and his
corporation
single-handedly bankrolled
the next two wars
this country was involved in.
Now, with that kind of clout,
what chance
do you think we would have
if we went public?
- They'd kill us.
- [HAL]: We have to hurry.
It's a matter of time
before the Hope techies
find a way around
the hold that Keyboard has
on that device
that's in your head.
You see, he's hacked right into
the chip they put up there.
If it wasn't for him,
they would've
detonated your head days ago.
You see, have a look.
Your headaches? That was Hope
trying to pull your plug, man.
And we stopped them.
Why?
Uh, we need your help.
In exchange,
we'd like to try and give you
your memory back.
You interested?
Come with me.
You heard the man.
[HAL]:
This way, please.
[]
Here.
Have a seat.
You'll be more comfortable
in a chair.
Eyes forward.
What are you gonna do to me?
We're gonna try and remind you
of who you are.
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONING]
It's all right. Don't worry.
That's just Keyboard uploading
to that chip in your head.
You'll see.
"Project 660".
What's he looking at?
Let's let Mr. Gibson
concentrate.
"January 7th".
Yes.
The day they targeted you.
Your car accident
was no accident.
The Hope Corporation
canceled your medical insurance
and set the whole thing up.
[PHONE RINGS]
[MAN ON SCREEN]: Target en route.
Blue sedan. Ten seconds.
Oh!
Yes. Your wife, Veronica.
She was in the car with you.
Collateral damage.
I don't remember her.
We're gonna try and fix that.
Let's give Mr. Gibson
some privacy.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Now, I can't see what
you see again.
I'm sure it's overwhelming
at first. Just relax into it.
Keyboard will take care of you.
What we're doing
is we're taking you on a trip,
a cyber trip, so to speak,
down memory lane.
[WOMAN]:
Wake up, wake up.
[SEVERAL PEOPLE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]
You see,
the way we live today,
we leave bits and pieces of
ourselves behind in cyberspace.
Traces of our lives
in e-mails, blogs,
MPEG files.
Look, we can't really
get you back your memory.
But what we can do,
to the best of our ability,
is reconstruct
a big chunk of it
out of the digital footprints
you've left behind.
Huh?
You wanna
have a look at it?
Yeah.
Now, I'm not going to lie
to you. This is gonna hurt.
On more than one level.
[VOICES CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]
[LUKE]:
Damn, looking good.
Turn it off.
Come here, you bad boy.
[LUKE]:
Okay. Here I come.
Hi, Luke. Um, I just got back
from the doctor.
So can you call me?
[LUKE]:
Ronnie, will you marry me?
I love you, Luke.
And I'm gonna remember this
as the happiest day ever.
And you'd better too.
[RED]:
He doesn't remember her.
Maybe he's better off that way.
With the odds he's facing,
he's gonna need all the rage
he can muster.
- [HEART BEATING]
- [EKG BEEPING]
[VERONICA]:
That's right, Luke.
You're gonna be a daddy.
[GASPING]
- We don't have to go.
- Oh, we're going.
I love you.
I know.
[AMBULANCE SIRENS WAILING]
Now zoom in.
Hello, Miss?
Are you all right?
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
Not her, no.
No! No! No!
No! No!
We had no right.
We had no choice.
Who murdered my wife?
And my child?
Can your computers tell me that?
He was a freelancer
working for Hope Industries.
That's all we've got
to go on right now.
I want a name.
He's angry.
Yes, and that's good.
It doesn't feel so good.
[]
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN OVER INTERCOM]:
Downstairs door. Lewis Bodine.
Answer.
[LEWIS]: Virgil Kirkhill just had
one of his brainstorms
and called a meeting.
What does he want?
Just let me in
and I'll tell you.
Open the damn door.
[WOMAN]:
Downstairs door, opening.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
We'll help you find
who did this to you and why.
In return, we get to see what
you see, hear what you hear,
hopefully gather enough data
to tear down Hope Industries
or at least
take a big chunk out of them.
What makes you think
I can do this?
Because you got the skills.
I do?
Show him.
Seven years, Special Forces.
Two continents. Three wars.
Not only are you a decorated
war hero,
but eight years ago,
you busted an arms-smuggling
operation in your own unit.
We'll be listening.
If you need anything,
all you have to do is ask.
Keyboard can show it to you
anywhere, anytime.
If it's ever been online
or in a computer,
the boy can access it.
Kind of like a superhero.
A cyber-hero. Hm.
Jeez, just thinking the news
doesn't all have to be bad.
Okay. Here's your first lead.
[ANNOUNCER]: Previously on
Triage Hospital:
I'm sorry, Barbara.
I have bad news.
Oh, just tell me, doctor,
am I gonna die?
You have little time left.
But I have a confession
to make.
I have feelings for you.
He sells watches
in those ads I keep seeing.
He's a B-movie actor.
We think we know
where they shoot those ads.
Better yet,
we got you a pass.
Where do I find him?
[MAN]:
The human brain
is the most sophisticated
computer
the world has ever known.
But like every computer,
it can be upgraded.
The Psi-Com Implant, the latest
invention from Hope Industries,
can change the way
you live your life.
That's great, John. I think
he's really gonna love it.
I hate it. I hate everything
about it.
Get me whatever moron
is running marketing this week.
Mr. Drake, the termination
of Subject 373 was a disaster.
Costs were 156 percent higher
than the original estimate and,
uh, hm,
oh, yes, he got away.
He had help.
Yes. We have detected anomalies
in the implant.
Even though we can upload
images,
our access is severely limited.
Someone is hacking into our
chip and giving Mr. Gibson
ideas.
No doubt the same individual
who's now blocking fail-safe
to keep him alive.
Who could do that?
Somebody we thought was dead.
Traxler Vukovich, known
by the hacker name Keyboard.
He used to work for us.
There's something else.
Something that always bothered
me about Subject 373.
He has a family.
An unsuitable test subject
chosen by you.
Did you really think
I'd never find the connection?
We recruited you from prison.
Gave you a chance
to leave your past behind.
Sir, I...
I don't want excuses.
I want Gibson
back in our custody
so we can find out how our
hardware was compromised.
Deal with it.
Yes, sir.
[]
Hal found us in college,
me and my brother.
They call me Punk Red.
Let me guess,
your brother's Punk Blue?
Yep.
We were at this
anti-corporate rally
and, uh, Blue made
this really lame speech.
But Hal found us, uh,
at the bar after
and he sort of recruited us,
I guess you could say.
What's Hal's deal?
He's a pure soul.
He thinks corporations
are the new superpowers.
He hates them all equally.
Except Hope.
He hates them more.
Oh, this is it.
Here's the building.
[]
Can you guys hear me?
Loud and clear.
Here come the specs.
[COMPUTERS BEEPING]
You getting it?
Coming through.
No alarm. One rent-a-cop.
[BLUE]: The card should get you
through without ever seeing him.
Copy that.
Hey. You sure you don't want me
to come with?
Just keep the motor running.
[CONSOLE BEEPING]
[]
[MAN]:
No, no, no, no. Diction.
That's all I meant, okay?
Diction, okay?
Ready. And action.
Hi, I'm Carter Burke.
And if you too are a proud owner
of the new Aeon 3,
you might consider...
Cut. Cut, cut.
I can't work like this.
What's the matter now?
There's someone
in my eyeline.
Wow, look at this.
You're Aeon 3.
Hey. I'm not a product.
I'm an actor. Who are you?
[MAN]:
What's going on down there?
Hi, I'm Carter Burke.
And if you too are a man
of class, a man of distinction,
a man who values quality
above all else,
you need the Aeon 3.
The world's newest and most
technologically-advanced...
That felt great.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
Security.
Get security up here now.
[DOOR OPENS]
You work for Hope Industries?
No.
How about you?
Never heard of it.
Yeah, right.
Sit.
Blue.
[BLUE]:
Already on it.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
Here you go.
All right, Mr. Arnold Winston,
let's go.
Luke, heads up.
That wasn't very nice.
[BEEPING]
Oh, man.
They must have just installed
that. How much time has he got?
[TYPING]
You got two minutes.
No. Relax.
Show him a minute and a half.
He needs to focus.
It's your lucky day.
Come on, you. Hurry up.
[SHUDDERING]
Move.
Who are you?
That's what you're here
to help me figure out.
You're one of the 660.
What did you just say?
Please don't hurt me.
What's 660?
Project 660.
You're one of the test subjects.
You mean to tell me
there's 660 people
with this thing
in their head?
Yes.
[BEEPING]
Move.
[SIREN WAILING]
Come on.
Please, what do you want
from me?
Who's in charge of the program?
I don't know. I swear.
I'm just an account exec.
That kind of information's
way above my pay grade.
But I know
who killed your wife.
I know who killed her.
If I tell you his name,
you'll let me go, right?
[SIRENS APPROACHING]
Get in.
They made it.
You were right.
He is good.
Yes. Now let's find out
what Mr. Winston knows.
[LUKE]:
Here's your stop.
No. Please. Not here.
I've told you
what you wanted to know.
Money.
You got something for me?
Yo, man, he's got a wallet.
Give me your money, man.
Come back here.
I need an address
on a Robert Drake.
[BLUE]:
Copy that.
So when we get his address,
then what?
Then I'm gonna
pay him a visit.
Is that it?
Is that all this is about
for you?
There's a bigger picture here.
There's 659 other people
going through
what you're going through.
You have to help them.
[]
There's something I didn't
tell you about Hal.
Keyboard's his son.
That's why
this is so important to him.
His son,
just lying there.
Don't you feel for him?
I can't feel anything.
My wife is dead
and I don't even remember her.
All I have left is rage.
[BLUE]:
Got him. Here you go.
"170 Westview Drive".
You know, it's a lot bigger
than this Drake guy.
You have every right
to hate him, but you...
[SIGHS]
I hope it makes you
feel better.
That would be nice.
[]
[MAN]:
Delivery for 112.
[WOMAN ON PA]:
Come on up.
[DOOR BUZZES]
Blue, I got an idea.
[WOMAN]:
Good morning, sir.
Downstairs door, Lewis Bodine.
[SIGHS]
Answer.
Virgil Kirkhill just had one
of his brainstorms
and called a meeting.
Doesn't that bastard
ever need sleep?
Just let me in
and I'll tell you.
[SIGHS]
Open the damn door.
Wow.
That actually worked.
Our man is in the building.
He's not our anything.
He wants to kill this guy
and then it's over.
You said he'd need
all the rage he could get.
Well, now that's all he's got.
I guess we were just using him.
Like Hope was using him.
No difference.
Oh, there's a big difference.
It's in our motives.
For us, it's a question
of morality, of freedom.
Maybe you're wrong.
Maybe he'll keep going
after this.
Yeah, I doubt.
No, no, come on.
Let's have a look.
Let's do it.
You see?
There he goes.
[STEAM WHISTLING]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Door.
So, what's Kirkhill
want this time?
Hello, Luke.
Been a long time.
If it wasn't me that got your
mind wiped, I'd be offended.
I picked you
as one of the 660.
You didn't fit the profile.
I picked you anyway.
Personal reasons.
Still nothing?
[SCOFFS]
You don't remember the war.
All those weapons
left to rot in the desert.
We could have been rich.
[SLURPS]
After the shit I went through...
But oh, no, you...
You had to act the hero,
get the medals.
Most mornings, I can still smell
the phosphorous burning my face.
You killed my wife.
What about my wife?
Lydia?
Does it ring any bells?
She left me
when I went to prison.
You ruined my life.
You deleted mine.
Gun.
[]
You shouldn't have come.
[GASPING]
Oh, but I'm glad you did.
Ah.
He's getting clobbered.
Oh, God.
What happened to his gun?
This place has a home-defense
system I've never seen before.
Maybe it's online.
See if you can find it
and deactivate it.
[RED]:
Oh, no.
[SIZZLING]
[SCREAMS]
Take it from me,
this is gonna hurt.
[GRUNTS]
That's how we roll.
Now, kill the defense system.
Gun. Gun.
Gun.
WOMAN:
Defense system off-line.
Who's responsible
for Project 660?
[PANTING]
His name is Virgil Kirkhill.
He's Randolph Hope's
right-hand man.
And this is his way
of telling me I'm fired.
You have no idea
how powerful these people are.
See, I'm... I'm betting
that they led you right here.
No. That's bullshit.
Maybe. Let's find out. Son?
Oh, my God.
You see, they...
They can't just fire me.
I know too much,
so they're using you to kill me.
[BLUE]: Luke, you got Hope troopers
in the building.
Oh, it's really true.
They did tap into your head.
Let me guess.
They're telling you all about
the Hope Security they're sending up here.
So are you gonna do it?
Or let them handle
your dirty work?
It's over.
I've had enough killing.
I lost my wife, my child.
[GUNSHOT]
Uh-uh-uh.
I wouldn't, Mr. Gibson.
My orders are to bring you in.
No one said in what condition.
Sir, Subject 373 is secure.
[]
We got played.
Game over.
It's the end of the line.
Start packing up.
- He won't give us up.
- He won't have a choice.
They'll torture him
or trick him.
He's a good man.
Was a good man.
Now, let it go.
[GROANING]
[BENNETT]:
You too, huh?
Yeah, they're rounding up
the troublemakers.
I got caught
trying to go to the media.
I was sold out.
Man,
Hope pulled all the strings.
Where are we?
Secret research facility,
something.
Nobody's ever gonna
find us here.
What are they gonna
do to us?
Open up our heads like tin cans.
Try to get their hardware back.
Find out how it got hacked.
[SIGHS]
You got hacked too?
Yeah.
Little Chinese girl,
barely 15,
computer genius.
Told me to meet her on...
On the corner of 14th and 9th.
Sent these instructions.
Like floating words.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And it freaked me out
at first.
But really,
she was just trying to help.
Yeah, same as me.
What about you?
Who got to you?
They called him Keyboard.
In this derelict building
on McDonald.
Like, you mean by the park?
Yeah, I think.
I don't know.
What do you care?
Because it's my job.
You all wake up
knowing nobody,
but still having
to trust somebody.
[GRUNTS]
Hey.
That's how this works.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]:
Avatar program complete.
Hey!
No!
[]
Okay, we got it.
That's a wrap.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: Avatar-system
shutdown initiated.
- [KIRKHILL]: Mr. Jackson.
- Yes, sir.
Good work.
Thank you, sir.
[]
[BEEPING]
[BEEPS]
Red.
This is Keyboard's program
for hacking the implant
inside Gibson's head.
This...
This is every other hack
my son has ever pulled.
It's his lifework.
Keep it safe.
What about you guys?
He can't run
and I'm not leaving him.
Blue.
Keep Keyboard's files safe.
All right? Or otherwise,
everything we've ever worked for
was for nothing.
Mm-hm?
[CHUCKLES]
What, you're not coming?
No.
Come on now,
get out of here.
Go on, go on, go on.
You, uh...
Ahem, just take care
of yourself, all right?
Mwah.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[KIRKHILL]:
Welcome, Mr. Gibson.
I'm sorry,
there's just no more space.
We crammed advertising
everywhere you can imagine
and reached a saturation point.
So we had to create a new space.
A space beyond imagination.
A space
inside people's minds.
You're insane.
Who's gonna willingly let you
put this thing in their head?
To those who can afford it,
we'll sell the implant like
it's an upgrade for their mind.
The ultimate personal computer
in their heads,
programmed to cater to every
need in their empty lives.
Think about instant information.
Computing and analysis
at the speed of thought.
For the less fortunate, say,
the billions without
health insurance,
we'll pay for their operations,
their treatments,
their aches and their pains.
And they get the implant
at the same time.
It's a win-win really.
We'll tell them
what they want,
and we'll tell them
where to buy it.
Then we'll sell the ad space
we create in their heads,
for trillions.
[LAUGHING]
You find this amusing?
Look at me, man.
This thing don't work
so good.
We're still working out
the bugs.
Project 660 is merely
the test phase,
the implant in your head,
a prototype.
There were 372
perfectly viable
test subjects before you.
Everything went according to
plan, then you came along,
complicated matters.
Of course,
it wasn't entirely your fault.
Don't worry. We're taking care
of your friends as we speak.
They can't help you here.
You see, we found the one way
to block their signal.
A few years ago,
all our computer systems
were infected with a virus.
The Xenogen virus.
It was a parting gift
from a former employee.
I believe you know him
as Keyboard.
An incredible code.
An amazing virus.
We kept it.
Unfortunately,
the only way we've found
to break Keyboard's hold on the
implant in your head
is with his own code.
The very same Xenogen virus.
[VOICES]: Which is being uploaded
into your brain as we speak.
You may be experiencing
a little discomfort.
[GRUNTING]
All right,
now wipe the drives clean.
[TYPING]
[BEEPING]
It's time.
I won't be long behind you.
This is hard.
I love you too.
Freeze.
Step away from the boy.
Step away from the boy, now.
Without him,
you have nothing.
[AIR HISSES]
[GASPS]
[GUNFIRE]
[EKG FLATLINING]
[]
We've got two more hostiles
at large: one male, one female.
[MAN OVER RADIO]:
We don't have a visual.
I need a sat uplink
right now.
- [HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONES]
- [BURKE]: You need the Aeon 3,
the world's newest and most
technologically advanced...
Flavors for you to enjoy.
There's...
I love a man
who knows what he wants.
But if what he wants
is Wild Times whiskey...
[EXHALES]
[LUKE YELLING]
[]
You sure we should stop?
You get a better signal
if we're stationary.
Red, maybe...
We're not abandoning him, okay?
We have to try.
Go.
You think this'll hold?
I mean, this is a Keyboard
special.
These crappy little machines...
Just shut up
and get it working, okay?
Yes, sir.
[BEEPS]
I'm sorry. I'm just...
I'm terrified.
Inform Mr. Kirkhill
we have a problem.
They wiped the network.
I'm trying to retrieve the data.
No, wait.
[BEEPING]
Clear out!
Clear the building!
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONING]
[GROANING]
...for you to enjoy.
Have you heard...?
[GRUNTING]
Sir, we have a problem.
Stop the upload.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]:
Aborting upload in three,
two, one.
Abort.
If they wiped their hard drives,
we'll need his implant
to find how they hacked in.
Prepare for surgery.
Yes, sir.
[BLUE]:
Here we go. Got him.
[RED]:
Oh, God.
Hal and Keyboard
wiped their drives,
so now they gotta get
that implant out of his head.
[TYPING]
That'll kill him.
Okay.
We have to help him.
[DEVICE SNAPS INTO DRIVE]
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
It's not working.
Hold on.
There's something else.
Happy birthday, mi amore.
I wanted you to wake up
and find this.
I'm sorry that I had to work
early this morning.
But I promise
I'll make it up to you tonight.
[GIGGLING]
And...
I think someone else wants to
say happy birthday to you too.
[COMPUTER ZAPS OFF]
[]
They're gonna cut him open.
Come on.
Well, I don't know.
He's not responding.
Okay. Damn it.
What are you doing?
[DOCTOR]:
Don't shoot.
Yes!
Nice.
[BLUE]:
Switching to bird's-eye view.
Okay.
Oh, where's he gonna go?
Damn it.
It's a goddamn maze down there.
[TYPING]
Oh, no. Here they come.
[]
[GUNSHOTS]
[BEEPING]
You're not helping him.
You're just messing him up.
I'm... Wait a minute.
What?
Those new cameras,
they've got options.
Watch this.
[RAPID BEEPING]
[ELECTRICITY POWERING DOWN]
- [MAN 1]: He killed the power.
- [MAN 2]: He hit one of the relays.
Vault D. Wicker, go to Simon.
Okay. Wow, that's good.
All right. Now let's get
the guards' positions.
Triangulate
with the closed-circuit cameras.
And I'll make him
a map.
You can do that?
What do you think?
Keyboard had a hack
for everything.
We gotta show him
where to shoot.
[BEEPING]
- [MAN 1]: I got him.
- [MAN 2]: Ten-fourteen. Fire...
[MAN 1]: He's in D21,
moving north. All teams.
Alpha team flying in.
Delta team flying in.
Alpha team,
hit northeast quadrant.
- [MAN 1]: Move in. Move in.
- [MAN 2]: We've got him surrounded.
[MAN 1]: Cease fire. Cease fire.
You're hitting friendly.
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
[PANTING]
Thank you. Now, where do I go?
Let's show him the way.
I don't know how much more
I can take.
Who did this to us?
Man, last time you asked that,
your melon damn near split open.
We need to go to the cops,
the media, somebody.
Who would believe us?
We're nobody.
How did you get in here?
Whoa, no...
What?
What are you talking about?
Take it easy, Luke.
Luke? Who's Luke?
I was just doing my job.
Put down the gun,
please.
You're freaking me out, man.
Who the hell are you talking to?
You've gotta believe me.
It was nothing personal.
Neither is this.
Get another gig.
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
[SIZZLES]
Time to tell the lab rats
the truth.
Now!
[MAN]:
Project 660 has the potential
to increase profits
for Hope Industries
at an annual growth rate
of 831 percent.
The Psi-Com Implant interfaces
with the optical
and auditory sensors
of the brain.
Downloads are experienced
by the subject
as both visual
and auditory stimuli,
and can be repeated until
the subject acts upon them.
In this case, buying whatever
product is being sold.
The implant is also equipped
with its own receptors
and controls,
notably a fail-safe mechanism.
Should the subject transgress
the boundaries
of the experimental
environment,
the mechanism can be used
to modify his behavior.
Or in extreme cases,
the fail-safe mechanism
can be used
to terminate the experiment.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: Initiating
avatar program, level two.
Do you think you've won?
Think you've stopped us?
Do you think telling the truth
to 660 lost souls
is enough to bring down
all of Hope Industries?
Do you really think
Randolph Hope
is going to spend
one minute in jail?
Tomorrow, Hope Industries
will still be
the largest shareholder
in the company you call America.
Confusing, isn't it?
But one of us is real.
Of course,
you have to figure out which one
before I kill you.
[CHUCKLING]
Now, Luke, your wife wouldn't
want you to be a murderer.
Here I am.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, isn't that sweet?
They're still trying
to help you. But they can't.
[LAUGHING]
Go infrared.
Well,
it's been fun.
Goodbye, Mr. Gibson.
[GRUNTS]
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: Avatar-system
shutdown initiated.
[MACHINERY POWERING DOWN]
[]
[BEEPING]
What's he doing?
I don't know.
[BLUE]:
What the hell?
Look at this.
I love you, Luke.
And I'm gonna remember this
as the happiest day ever.
And you'd better too.
[GIGGLES]
I remember you.
Ronnie.
Ronnie.
Ronnie.
[SIGHS]
[]
[LUKE]:
Virgil Kirkhill was right.
We didn't bring down
Hope Industries.
But we're the crack
in the wall,
and we keep chipping away.
Randolph Hope still wields
a lot of power,
but we know how
to stay under the radar.
And if you've ever been
on the grid,
we can track you down.
There's work to be done,
hard work.
I have people to protect
and wrongs to set right.
He's looking for us,
but we found him first.
My name is Luke Gibson.
They stole my past,
but I'm taking back my future.
[VOICE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[]
[]
[]
I love a man who
knows what he wants.
[MAN PANTING]
But if what he wants
is Wild Times whiskey,
well, then I love him
even more.
[PANTING]
With its full body
and breathtaking smoothness,
Wild Times is the whiskey
that goes down easy.
[POLICE SIREN BLARING]
That smooth, great taste,
it could almost
make a girl jealous.
[SIRENS WAILING]
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]
[MAN]:
No.
Please.
No.
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONES]
[SCREAMING]
[]
[BEEPING]
[]
Happy birthday, mi amore.
I wanted you to wake up
and find this.
I'm sorry
that I had to work early today.
But I promise
I'll make it up to you tonight.
[GIGGLES]
And... Oh.
I think someone else
wants to say happy birthday
to you too.
[BLOWS KISS]
Luke.
[CAR ALARM BEEPS]
Watch your head.
You're mad.
I'm not mad.
We don't have to go.
Oh, we're going.
[ENGINE STARTS]
I love you.
I know.
[]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[WHIRRING]
[WHIMPERING]
[SIGHS]
Ronnie.
Look at me.
Look at me, Ron.
Here's my hand. Just hold on.
Look at me.
Veronica,
please stay with me.
Look at me.
Listen to my voice, Ronnie.
No, don't close your eyes.
Look at me.
- [VERONICA GROANS]
- Veronica.
[POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING]
Veronica.
[LABORED BREATHING]
My wife.
How's my wife?
[GROANS]
Let's take
a look here.
[BEEPING]
Oh, look,
that insurance just expired.
Take him to F-ward.
Oh, uh, sorry, doctor,
I'm new. What's F-ward?
Severe brain trauma.
No medical insurance.
Give you three guesses
what F stands for.
[]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
I'll check on
Lieutenant Ramirez.
I'm sorry, who are you,
gentlemen?
What exactly is this?
[HIGH-PITCHED BEEP]
Good morning, doctor.
I am, as I'm sure you know,
Virgil Kirkhill
of Hope Industries.
About an hour ago,
a man was brought there
after a car crash.
Severe head trauma,
no insurance.
That's no problem for us,
and we can save his life.
I've heard rumors
about this procedure
and to be honest,
I'm very skeptical.
So in your opinion,
we should let the patient die.
I'm not saying that.
Mr. Gibson
could lead a normal life.
I, uh...
I'll need to consult
with his next of kin.
He has family?
A sister.
All right.
May I speak with her?
As you wish.
[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]
Doctor.
How is he?
Not much different,
I'm afraid.
But there may be
a new option open to us.
We've got
a special surgical team
from Hope Industries
already en route.
And we'll make sure
your brother
gets the very best care
available today.
[]
[AIR HISSES]
[WHIRRING]
[FLESH RIPPING]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
[GASPS]
[EKG BEEPING]
[MAN]:
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
And if you're a man of class,
a man of distinction,
a man who values quality above
all else, you need the Aeon 3.
The world's newest and most
technologically
advanced wristwatch
with built-in GPS
and a touchscreen transponder.
It has a power source
that will last you a lifetime.
Aeon 3 is tak...
[]
There was a...
Ahem, a man there.
You've had an operation.
You were in a car crash.
Your sister's here.
I'll... I'll get her.
[SIGHS]
Psst.
Hey.
You've been out
a long time.
Sorry.
Name's Bennett Jackson.
I don't even remember
my own name.
Yeah, I hear you, man.
Neither could I
when I first came round.
I had to get it
off my med chart.
Ain't that
a kick in the head?
I heard them
calling you Gibson.
[GRUNTS]
Yeah, it itches like a mother,
don't it? I got one too.
And that ain't even
the worst part about it, man.
I've been seeing things.
Things I ain't even
sure are real.
They did something to us.
Something not right.
Thank God you're alive.
Luke.
Luke, Veronica didn't make it.
She's gone.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He doesn't remember
his own wife.
We did try and warn you.
Will he ever get it back?
His motor skills and
cognitive memories are intact.
He can remember how
to tie his shoes.
But he has no memory
of what his own shoes look like.
Hey, I'm right here.
There's a man there in a suit.
Selling a watch
or something.
[]
[CAMERA BEEPING]
[MAN]:
Got him.
[MAN 1 ON RADIO]:
This report brought to you
by Hope Industries,
the way of the future.
[WOMAN ON RADIO]: U.S. markets
are starting a slow crawl
back up to
pre-depression levels.
The dollar continues trading
at one-tenth the value
of the Chinese yuan.
[MAN 2 ON RADIO]: The corporate
environment committee
continues to deny
sporadic snowfall
with exceedingly high pH levels
across the Eastern seaboard
is a result
of the fusion meltdown
at the Beaksfield facility.
[]
Here we are.
[CANDACE]:
It's this way, Luke.
[MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
[CANDACE]:
This way.
Come on.
[LUKE]:
I live here?
[CANDACE]:
Yeah. It used to be nicer
when you guys moved in,
you and Veronica.
Before the bailouts failed and
most governments went bankrupt.
Do you remember
recent history, or...?
[LUKE]:
And Veronica's my wife, right?
[CANDACE]:
Come on. Let's get you inside.
[WOMAN]: Sir, Subject 17's
fail-safe just activated.
[SCREAMING]
[DOOR CLOSES]
This way.
You and Veronica
lived here.
[]
You loved her very much.
I was in the Army.
Special Forces.
Two continents.
Three wars.
You didn't like
to talk about it much.
You said you wanted to forget
that part of your life.
[LAUGHS]
I should be careful
what I wish for.
I can't remember
any of this.
I'm gonna stay here tonight,
make sure you're okay.
You're Candace, right?
My sister?
Yeah.
Thank you.
[MUSIC PLAYING AND
CHILDREN LAUGHING ON TV]
[WOMAN ON TV]: The market
took another dive today
at fears of renewed
hostility overseas.
On the good-news front,
today's report
from the mayor's office
concludes
we're making real progress
on the war on crime.
Violent crimes have dropped
by 35 percent
since the same time last year.
With only 241 murders reported
in the last 60 days.
[TV ANNOUNCER]: This report brought
to you by Wild Times whiskey.
[TURNS OFF TV]
I love a man
who knows what he wants.
But if what he wants
is Wild Times whiskey,
well, then
I love him even more.
How'd you get in here?
With its full body
and breathtaking smoothness,
Wild Times is the whiskey
that goes down easy.
That smooth, great taste...
It could almost
make a girl jealous.
[CANDACE]:
Luke, what's wrong?
Did you just
see that woman?
There's nobody here.
[GASPS]
I gotta get out of here.
Luke?
Luke.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[]
[POLICE SIRENS BLARING
DISTANTLY]
[PUNK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
How's Mr. 373?
Don't turn them
into numbers.
He is a number.
Don't turn this
into something it isn't.
If we treat him like a number,
we're no better than they are.
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
"If we turn them into a number,
we're no better than they are".
Shut up.
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
If you're a man of class,
a man of distinction,
a man who values quality...
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
If you're a man of class...
Get away from me.
A man who values quality...
Aeon 3 is the world's
newest and most
technologically-advanced watch.
The Aeon 3
is biometrically tailored
to your physiology.
It monitors all...
[]
See? Just like all the rest.
Losing it.
No,
this guy's different.
- Please.
- He is different.
He had a family.
Okay? Somebody on
the inside messed up.
This is our chance.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[]
[WOMAN ON TV BLATHERING
INDISTINCTLY]
[]
What did you put in my head?
[GRUNTS]
Oh!
Tell me!
All right. All right.
They call it
a Psi-Com Implant.
They said
it was experimental.
Without it,
you'd be dead.
You... You had an intracranial
hematoma.
And no med cover.
They saved your life.
Who's "they"?
[GRUNTS]
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK
SQUEALING]
[GROANING]
Relax. Relax.
They ain't gonna blow it yet.
The pain will go away.
The pain will go away.
[FEEDBACK FADES]
[SIGHS]
Bennett. Bennett,
what are you doing here?
Man, I came to ask the good
doctor the same thing you did.
Now I'm glad I didn't.
Guess that's a taste
of what they'll do
if we keep asking
too many damn questions.
Who's "they"?
Man, the last time
you asked that,
your melon damn near
split open.
[SIGHS]
We're being used.
Human lab rats.
How is this possible?
Are you kidding me?
Hope Industries?
Randolph Hope owns, uh,
pretty much everything.
Now he owns us too.
The space inside our heads.
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
And if you're a man of class,
a man of distinction...
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
And if you're a man of class,
a man of distinction,
a man who values quality
above all else...
Whoa, whoa, hold it.
I got some advice for you.
The ads you've been seeing,
they don't ever let up
until you buy
whatever crap it is
they selling.
Now, me, I ain't got no money.
So I'm having to steal the shit.
That works too.
Trust me.
It's the only way
to make them stop.
[]
[CAMERA BEEPING]
MAN [OVER MONITOR]:
Aeon 3.
[BURKE]:
My name is Carter Burke.
If you're a man of class,
a man of distinction
a man who values quality
above all else,
you need the Aeon 3.
The world's newest and most
technologically-advanced watch.
The Aeon 3 is biometrically
tailored to your physiology.
It monitors
all essential organ functions
and comes in a 4-millimeter
titanium anti-magnetic case
with built-in GPS
and a touchscreen transponder.
Aeon 3 comes
with a power source
that will last you a lifetime.
Aeon 3.
Aeon 3.
[SCREAMS]
It's time.
[SCREAMS]
[BURGLAR ALARM BLARING]
[WHIRRING]
[GUN COCKS]
Freeze.
No, no.
It's Hope Industries.
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK SQUEALS]
[SCREAMS]
[FEEDBACK STOPS]
[GROANS]
Keep your hands
above your head.
[PANTING]
Hands on your head. Now!
Now!
Get down on the ground
right now.
All the way on the ground.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Stop!
[GUN CLICKING]
Damn it.
[]
[SIRENS BLARING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[COP]:
Move. Move. Come on.
Check those stairs.
Through the alley.
Come on.
- Where is he?
- He's not in there.
[POLICE SIRENS BLARING]
Who are you?
Who are you?
- You lost him.
- Damn, this thing sucks.
- Don't break it.
- I'm not.
At least we made contact.
[]
[MAN ON MONITOR]:
Gentlemen, there is a potential
security breach in Project 660.
Subject 373 received
a class-one implant
on January 7th.
Initiation was successful.
Subject's reaction
to initial uploads
of real-time
audiovisual stimuli
was within normative range.
As in 48.6 percent
of all other cases,
multiple uploads
had to be broadcast
to gain full compliance.
Then last night,
at 2300 hours,
Subject 373 questioned
the implant
and a warning pulse
was activated
as per standard operating
procedure.
Two hours later, subject
successfully acquired product
by extralegal means
and was confronted
by security personnel.
Surveillance risk assessment
indicated high probability
of disclosure
and automatically triggered
the fail-safe mechanism.
Except in this case,
it didn't work.
We activated Subject 373's
fail-safe
but it did not detonate.
The termination code
was blocked.
- How?
- We don't know how.
We're working to override
the blocking program,
but it will take time.
He's a belligerent subject
with just enough information
to make him dangerous.
Unless we can activate
the fail-safe,
Mr. Gibson
is a serious liability
who could expose Project 660.
We have the avatar program.
That's proven effective.
The avatar program
has been successful so far.
But Project 660
is too important to risk.
It requires
more stringent safeguards.
Projections indicate a 146
percent rise in share prices,
creating a self-perpetuating
revenue stream
of 21 billion dollars per year.
Randolph Hope feels
the assets are worth defending.
Gentlemen, meet Mr. Drake.
Mr. Drake knows how
to defend an asset permanently.
This is Subject 373,
Luke Gibson.
The asset is in his head.
Shouldn't be a problem.
Good. Let's get to it.
Right this way,
Mr. Drake.
[]
[WOMAN]: Have you heard
about Juicy Fruit bubblegum?
Brand-new flavors
for you to enjoy.
There's Mulberry Mint,
Chinese Chocolate,
and my favorite,
Passion Fruit Power.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[BONE CRACKS]
[BEEPING]
[RAPID BEEPING]
[GRUNTS]
[]
Hello, Luke.
Been a long time.
Product is on foot,
engage at will.
[]
[BEEPING]
[RAPID BEEPING]
Goodbye, old friend.
Come on, get in.
We've lost the product.
Clear out, clear out.
One, two
Hey, hey, hey
Shacked up right now
Hey, hey, hey
I'll show you how
I've got this information
Running round my brain
Hey, you all right?
Nice moves out there.
Who are you?
We're your guardian angels.
[]
[MAN]:
Of our 660 current subjects,
this group has shown
the best response rate
to the implant technology.
[WOMAN]:
Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt.
Subject 373 has eluded
the intercept team.
Ah. Mr. Gibson.
- So good of you to come.
- This is Hal.
Let's get inside
where it's safer.
Now, this is
what's happened.
Hope Industries has put
a computer inside your head.
They're trying to develop
a whole new way
to manipulate mankind.
- We should let him rest.
- [HAL]: No, there's no time.
If we don't hurry, this man's
brain is gonna end up
as a wet spot
on a wall somewhere.
I apologize. In actuality,
we have a little more time
than that. You see,
our Keyboard is a lot smarter
than their techs.
He's like
our secret weapon.
Can he get this thing
out of my head?
Not exactly.
But there is a computer
in your skull.
So Keyboard can hack it.
Mr. Gibson, this is Keyboard.
[RESPIRATOR HISSING]
[COMPUTERS BEEPING]
You can say hello.
Not too close.
Keyboard used to work for Hope.
Resident computer genius.
That is until the boy found out
just how evil
the corporation was
and he tried to destroy them
from the inside.
With the baddest computer virus
ever written.
The Xenogen virus.
[HAL]: He introduced
the virus into every computer
he could get his hands on.
He came within a hairsbreadth
of bringing the corporation down.
But they found out
who wrote the program.
And put a bullet in his head.
It damaged the part of his brain
that controls speech.
Hope Industries did this to him?
Mm-hm.
Why didn't you call the police?
[SCOFFS]
The police?
His mother tried to do that.
We found her body a couple
of days later in a river.
Um, the fish had eaten away
most of her face.
You see, Mr. Gibson,
the first time this government's
treasury went bankrupt,
Randolph Hope and his
corporation
single-handedly bankrolled
the next two wars
this country was involved in.
Now, with that kind of clout,
what chance
do you think we would have
if we went public?
- They'd kill us.
- [HAL]: We have to hurry.
It's a matter of time
before the Hope techies
find a way around
the hold that Keyboard has
on that device
that's in your head.
You see, he's hacked right into
the chip they put up there.
If it wasn't for him,
they would've
detonated your head days ago.
You see, have a look.
Your headaches? That was Hope
trying to pull your plug, man.
And we stopped them.
Why?
Uh, we need your help.
In exchange,
we'd like to try and give you
your memory back.
You interested?
Come with me.
You heard the man.
[HAL]:
This way, please.
[]
Here.
Have a seat.
You'll be more comfortable
in a chair.
Eyes forward.
What are you gonna do to me?
We're gonna try and remind you
of who you are.
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONING]
It's all right. Don't worry.
That's just Keyboard uploading
to that chip in your head.
You'll see.
"Project 660".
What's he looking at?
Let's let Mr. Gibson
concentrate.
"January 7th".
Yes.
The day they targeted you.
Your car accident
was no accident.
The Hope Corporation
canceled your medical insurance
and set the whole thing up.
[PHONE RINGS]
[MAN ON SCREEN]: Target en route.
Blue sedan. Ten seconds.
Oh!
Yes. Your wife, Veronica.
She was in the car with you.
Collateral damage.
I don't remember her.
We're gonna try and fix that.
Let's give Mr. Gibson
some privacy.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Now, I can't see what
you see again.
I'm sure it's overwhelming
at first. Just relax into it.
Keyboard will take care of you.
What we're doing
is we're taking you on a trip,
a cyber trip, so to speak,
down memory lane.
[WOMAN]:
Wake up, wake up.
[SEVERAL PEOPLE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]
You see,
the way we live today,
we leave bits and pieces of
ourselves behind in cyberspace.
Traces of our lives
in e-mails, blogs,
MPEG files.
Look, we can't really
get you back your memory.
But what we can do,
to the best of our ability,
is reconstruct
a big chunk of it
out of the digital footprints
you've left behind.
Huh?
You wanna
have a look at it?
Yeah.
Now, I'm not going to lie
to you. This is gonna hurt.
On more than one level.
[VOICES CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]
[LUKE]:
Damn, looking good.
Turn it off.
Come here, you bad boy.
[LUKE]:
Okay. Here I come.
Hi, Luke. Um, I just got back
from the doctor.
So can you call me?
[LUKE]:
Ronnie, will you marry me?
I love you, Luke.
And I'm gonna remember this
as the happiest day ever.
And you'd better too.
[RED]:
He doesn't remember her.
Maybe he's better off that way.
With the odds he's facing,
he's gonna need all the rage
he can muster.
- [HEART BEATING]
- [EKG BEEPING]
[VERONICA]:
That's right, Luke.
You're gonna be a daddy.
[GASPING]
- We don't have to go.
- Oh, we're going.
I love you.
I know.
[AMBULANCE SIRENS WAILING]
Now zoom in.
Hello, Miss?
Are you all right?
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
Not her, no.
No! No! No!
No! No!
We had no right.
We had no choice.
Who murdered my wife?
And my child?
Can your computers tell me that?
He was a freelancer
working for Hope Industries.
That's all we've got
to go on right now.
I want a name.
He's angry.
Yes, and that's good.
It doesn't feel so good.
[]
[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN OVER INTERCOM]:
Downstairs door. Lewis Bodine.
Answer.
[LEWIS]: Virgil Kirkhill just had
one of his brainstorms
and called a meeting.
What does he want?
Just let me in
and I'll tell you.
Open the damn door.
[WOMAN]:
Downstairs door, opening.
[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
We'll help you find
who did this to you and why.
In return, we get to see what
you see, hear what you hear,
hopefully gather enough data
to tear down Hope Industries
or at least
take a big chunk out of them.
What makes you think
I can do this?
Because you got the skills.
I do?
Show him.
Seven years, Special Forces.
Two continents. Three wars.
Not only are you a decorated
war hero,
but eight years ago,
you busted an arms-smuggling
operation in your own unit.
We'll be listening.
If you need anything,
all you have to do is ask.
Keyboard can show it to you
anywhere, anytime.
If it's ever been online
or in a computer,
the boy can access it.
Kind of like a superhero.
A cyber-hero. Hm.
Jeez, just thinking the news
doesn't all have to be bad.
Okay. Here's your first lead.
[ANNOUNCER]: Previously on
Triage Hospital:
I'm sorry, Barbara.
I have bad news.
Oh, just tell me, doctor,
am I gonna die?
You have little time left.
But I have a confession
to make.
I have feelings for you.
He sells watches
in those ads I keep seeing.
He's a B-movie actor.
We think we know
where they shoot those ads.
Better yet,
we got you a pass.
Where do I find him?
[MAN]:
The human brain
is the most sophisticated
computer
the world has ever known.
But like every computer,
it can be upgraded.
The Psi-Com Implant, the latest
invention from Hope Industries,
can change the way
you live your life.
That's great, John. I think
he's really gonna love it.
I hate it. I hate everything
about it.
Get me whatever moron
is running marketing this week.
Mr. Drake, the termination
of Subject 373 was a disaster.
Costs were 156 percent higher
than the original estimate and,
uh, hm,
oh, yes, he got away.
He had help.
Yes. We have detected anomalies
in the implant.
Even though we can upload
images,
our access is severely limited.
Someone is hacking into our
chip and giving Mr. Gibson
ideas.
No doubt the same individual
who's now blocking fail-safe
to keep him alive.
Who could do that?
Somebody we thought was dead.
Traxler Vukovich, known
by the hacker name Keyboard.
He used to work for us.
There's something else.
Something that always bothered
me about Subject 373.
He has a family.
An unsuitable test subject
chosen by you.
Did you really think
I'd never find the connection?
We recruited you from prison.
Gave you a chance
to leave your past behind.
Sir, I...
I don't want excuses.
I want Gibson
back in our custody
so we can find out how our
hardware was compromised.
Deal with it.
Yes, sir.
[]
Hal found us in college,
me and my brother.
They call me Punk Red.
Let me guess,
your brother's Punk Blue?
Yep.
We were at this
anti-corporate rally
and, uh, Blue made
this really lame speech.
But Hal found us, uh,
at the bar after
and he sort of recruited us,
I guess you could say.
What's Hal's deal?
He's a pure soul.
He thinks corporations
are the new superpowers.
He hates them all equally.
Except Hope.
He hates them more.
Oh, this is it.
Here's the building.
[]
Can you guys hear me?
Loud and clear.
Here come the specs.
[COMPUTERS BEEPING]
You getting it?
Coming through.
No alarm. One rent-a-cop.
[BLUE]: The card should get you
through without ever seeing him.
Copy that.
Hey. You sure you don't want me
to come with?
Just keep the motor running.
[CONSOLE BEEPING]
[]
[MAN]:
No, no, no, no. Diction.
That's all I meant, okay?
Diction, okay?
Ready. And action.
Hi, I'm Carter Burke.
And if you too are a proud owner
of the new Aeon 3,
you might consider...
Cut. Cut, cut.
I can't work like this.
What's the matter now?
There's someone
in my eyeline.
Wow, look at this.
You're Aeon 3.
Hey. I'm not a product.
I'm an actor. Who are you?
[MAN]:
What's going on down there?
Hi, I'm Carter Burke.
And if you too are a man
of class, a man of distinction,
a man who values quality
above all else,
you need the Aeon 3.
The world's newest and most
technologically-advanced...
That felt great.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
Security.
Get security up here now.
[DOOR OPENS]
You work for Hope Industries?
No.
How about you?
Never heard of it.
Yeah, right.
Sit.
Blue.
[BLUE]:
Already on it.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
Here you go.
All right, Mr. Arnold Winston,
let's go.
Luke, heads up.
That wasn't very nice.
[BEEPING]
Oh, man.
They must have just installed
that. How much time has he got?
[TYPING]
You got two minutes.
No. Relax.
Show him a minute and a half.
He needs to focus.
It's your lucky day.
Come on, you. Hurry up.
[SHUDDERING]
Move.
Who are you?
That's what you're here
to help me figure out.
You're one of the 660.
What did you just say?
Please don't hurt me.
What's 660?
Project 660.
You're one of the test subjects.
You mean to tell me
there's 660 people
with this thing
in their head?
Yes.
[BEEPING]
Move.
[SIREN WAILING]
Come on.
Please, what do you want
from me?
Who's in charge of the program?
I don't know. I swear.
I'm just an account exec.
That kind of information's
way above my pay grade.
But I know
who killed your wife.
I know who killed her.
If I tell you his name,
you'll let me go, right?
[SIRENS APPROACHING]
Get in.
They made it.
You were right.
He is good.
Yes. Now let's find out
what Mr. Winston knows.
[LUKE]:
Here's your stop.
No. Please. Not here.
I've told you
what you wanted to know.
Money.
You got something for me?
Yo, man, he's got a wallet.
Give me your money, man.
Come back here.
I need an address
on a Robert Drake.
[BLUE]:
Copy that.
So when we get his address,
then what?
Then I'm gonna
pay him a visit.
Is that it?
Is that all this is about
for you?
There's a bigger picture here.
There's 659 other people
going through
what you're going through.
You have to help them.
[]
There's something I didn't
tell you about Hal.
Keyboard's his son.
That's why
this is so important to him.
His son,
just lying there.
Don't you feel for him?
I can't feel anything.
My wife is dead
and I don't even remember her.
All I have left is rage.
[BLUE]:
Got him. Here you go.
"170 Westview Drive".
You know, it's a lot bigger
than this Drake guy.
You have every right
to hate him, but you...
[SIGHS]
I hope it makes you
feel better.
That would be nice.
[]
[MAN]:
Delivery for 112.
[WOMAN ON PA]:
Come on up.
[DOOR BUZZES]
Blue, I got an idea.
[WOMAN]:
Good morning, sir.
Downstairs door, Lewis Bodine.
[SIGHS]
Answer.
Virgil Kirkhill just had one
of his brainstorms
and called a meeting.
Doesn't that bastard
ever need sleep?
Just let me in
and I'll tell you.
[SIGHS]
Open the damn door.
Wow.
That actually worked.
Our man is in the building.
He's not our anything.
He wants to kill this guy
and then it's over.
You said he'd need
all the rage he could get.
Well, now that's all he's got.
I guess we were just using him.
Like Hope was using him.
No difference.
Oh, there's a big difference.
It's in our motives.
For us, it's a question
of morality, of freedom.
Maybe you're wrong.
Maybe he'll keep going
after this.
Yeah, I doubt.
No, no, come on.
Let's have a look.
Let's do it.
You see?
There he goes.
[STEAM WHISTLING]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Door.
So, what's Kirkhill
want this time?
Hello, Luke.
Been a long time.
If it wasn't me that got your
mind wiped, I'd be offended.
I picked you
as one of the 660.
You didn't fit the profile.
I picked you anyway.
Personal reasons.
Still nothing?
[SCOFFS]
You don't remember the war.
All those weapons
left to rot in the desert.
We could have been rich.
[SLURPS]
After the shit I went through...
But oh, no, you...
You had to act the hero,
get the medals.
Most mornings, I can still smell
the phosphorous burning my face.
You killed my wife.
What about my wife?
Lydia?
Does it ring any bells?
She left me
when I went to prison.
You ruined my life.
You deleted mine.
Gun.
[]
You shouldn't have come.
[GASPING]
Oh, but I'm glad you did.
Ah.
He's getting clobbered.
Oh, God.
What happened to his gun?
This place has a home-defense
system I've never seen before.
Maybe it's online.
See if you can find it
and deactivate it.
[RED]:
Oh, no.
[SIZZLING]
[SCREAMS]
Take it from me,
this is gonna hurt.
[GRUNTS]
That's how we roll.
Now, kill the defense system.
Gun. Gun.
Gun.
WOMAN:
Defense system off-line.
Who's responsible
for Project 660?
[PANTING]
His name is Virgil Kirkhill.
He's Randolph Hope's
right-hand man.
And this is his way
of telling me I'm fired.
You have no idea
how powerful these people are.
See, I'm... I'm betting
that they led you right here.
No. That's bullshit.
Maybe. Let's find out. Son?
Oh, my God.
You see, they...
They can't just fire me.
I know too much,
so they're using you to kill me.
[BLUE]: Luke, you got Hope troopers
in the building.
Oh, it's really true.
They did tap into your head.
Let me guess.
They're telling you all about
the Hope Security they're sending up here.
So are you gonna do it?
Or let them handle
your dirty work?
It's over.
I've had enough killing.
I lost my wife, my child.
[GUNSHOT]
Uh-uh-uh.
I wouldn't, Mr. Gibson.
My orders are to bring you in.
No one said in what condition.
Sir, Subject 373 is secure.
[]
We got played.
Game over.
It's the end of the line.
Start packing up.
- He won't give us up.
- He won't have a choice.
They'll torture him
or trick him.
He's a good man.
Was a good man.
Now, let it go.
[GROANING]
[BENNETT]:
You too, huh?
Yeah, they're rounding up
the troublemakers.
I got caught
trying to go to the media.
I was sold out.
Man,
Hope pulled all the strings.
Where are we?
Secret research facility,
something.
Nobody's ever gonna
find us here.
What are they gonna
do to us?
Open up our heads like tin cans.
Try to get their hardware back.
Find out how it got hacked.
[SIGHS]
You got hacked too?
Yeah.
Little Chinese girl,
barely 15,
computer genius.
Told me to meet her on...
On the corner of 14th and 9th.
Sent these instructions.
Like floating words.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And it freaked me out
at first.
But really,
she was just trying to help.
Yeah, same as me.
What about you?
Who got to you?
They called him Keyboard.
In this derelict building
on McDonald.
Like, you mean by the park?
Yeah, I think.
I don't know.
What do you care?
Because it's my job.
You all wake up
knowing nobody,
but still having
to trust somebody.
[GRUNTS]
Hey.
That's how this works.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]:
Avatar program complete.
Hey!
No!
[]
Okay, we got it.
That's a wrap.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: Avatar-system
shutdown initiated.
- [KIRKHILL]: Mr. Jackson.
- Yes, sir.
Good work.
Thank you, sir.
[]
[BEEPING]
[BEEPS]
Red.
This is Keyboard's program
for hacking the implant
inside Gibson's head.
This...
This is every other hack
my son has ever pulled.
It's his lifework.
Keep it safe.
What about you guys?
He can't run
and I'm not leaving him.
Blue.
Keep Keyboard's files safe.
All right? Or otherwise,
everything we've ever worked for
was for nothing.
Mm-hm?
[CHUCKLES]
What, you're not coming?
No.
Come on now,
get out of here.
Go on, go on, go on.
You, uh...
Ahem, just take care
of yourself, all right?
Mwah.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[KIRKHILL]:
Welcome, Mr. Gibson.
I'm sorry,
there's just no more space.
We crammed advertising
everywhere you can imagine
and reached a saturation point.
So we had to create a new space.
A space beyond imagination.
A space
inside people's minds.
You're insane.
Who's gonna willingly let you
put this thing in their head?
To those who can afford it,
we'll sell the implant like
it's an upgrade for their mind.
The ultimate personal computer
in their heads,
programmed to cater to every
need in their empty lives.
Think about instant information.
Computing and analysis
at the speed of thought.
For the less fortunate, say,
the billions without
health insurance,
we'll pay for their operations,
their treatments,
their aches and their pains.
And they get the implant
at the same time.
It's a win-win really.
We'll tell them
what they want,
and we'll tell them
where to buy it.
Then we'll sell the ad space
we create in their heads,
for trillions.
[LAUGHING]
You find this amusing?
Look at me, man.
This thing don't work
so good.
We're still working out
the bugs.
Project 660 is merely
the test phase,
the implant in your head,
a prototype.
There were 372
perfectly viable
test subjects before you.
Everything went according to
plan, then you came along,
complicated matters.
Of course,
it wasn't entirely your fault.
Don't worry. We're taking care
of your friends as we speak.
They can't help you here.
You see, we found the one way
to block their signal.
A few years ago,
all our computer systems
were infected with a virus.
The Xenogen virus.
It was a parting gift
from a former employee.
I believe you know him
as Keyboard.
An incredible code.
An amazing virus.
We kept it.
Unfortunately,
the only way we've found
to break Keyboard's hold on the
implant in your head
is with his own code.
The very same Xenogen virus.
[VOICES]: Which is being uploaded
into your brain as we speak.
You may be experiencing
a little discomfort.
[GRUNTING]
All right,
now wipe the drives clean.
[TYPING]
[BEEPING]
It's time.
I won't be long behind you.
This is hard.
I love you too.
Freeze.
Step away from the boy.
Step away from the boy, now.
Without him,
you have nothing.
[AIR HISSES]
[GASPS]
[GUNFIRE]
[EKG FLATLINING]
[]
We've got two more hostiles
at large: one male, one female.
[MAN OVER RADIO]:
We don't have a visual.
I need a sat uplink
right now.
- [HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONES]
- [BURKE]: You need the Aeon 3,
the world's newest and most
technologically advanced...
Flavors for you to enjoy.
There's...
I love a man
who knows what he wants.
But if what he wants
is Wild Times whiskey...
[EXHALES]
[LUKE YELLING]
[]
You sure we should stop?
You get a better signal
if we're stationary.
Red, maybe...
We're not abandoning him, okay?
We have to try.
Go.
You think this'll hold?
I mean, this is a Keyboard
special.
These crappy little machines...
Just shut up
and get it working, okay?
Yes, sir.
[BEEPS]
I'm sorry. I'm just...
I'm terrified.
Inform Mr. Kirkhill
we have a problem.
They wiped the network.
I'm trying to retrieve the data.
No, wait.
[BEEPING]
Clear out!
Clear the building!
[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK DRONING]
[GROANING]
...for you to enjoy.
Have you heard...?
[GRUNTING]
Sir, we have a problem.
Stop the upload.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]:
Aborting upload in three,
two, one.
Abort.
If they wiped their hard drives,
we'll need his implant
to find how they hacked in.
Prepare for surgery.
Yes, sir.
[BLUE]:
Here we go. Got him.
[RED]:
Oh, God.
Hal and Keyboard
wiped their drives,
so now they gotta get
that implant out of his head.
[TYPING]
That'll kill him.
Okay.
We have to help him.
[DEVICE SNAPS INTO DRIVE]
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
It's not working.
Hold on.
There's something else.
Happy birthday, mi amore.
I wanted you to wake up
and find this.
I'm sorry that I had to work
early this morning.
But I promise
I'll make it up to you tonight.
[GIGGLING]
And...
I think someone else wants to
say happy birthday to you too.
[COMPUTER ZAPS OFF]
[]
They're gonna cut him open.
Come on.
Well, I don't know.
He's not responding.
Okay. Damn it.
What are you doing?
[DOCTOR]:
Don't shoot.
Yes!
Nice.
[BLUE]:
Switching to bird's-eye view.
Okay.
Oh, where's he gonna go?
Damn it.
It's a goddamn maze down there.
[TYPING]
Oh, no. Here they come.
[]
[GUNSHOTS]
[BEEPING]
You're not helping him.
You're just messing him up.
I'm... Wait a minute.
What?
Those new cameras,
they've got options.
Watch this.
[RAPID BEEPING]
[ELECTRICITY POWERING DOWN]
- [MAN 1]: He killed the power.
- [MAN 2]: He hit one of the relays.
Vault D. Wicker, go to Simon.
Okay. Wow, that's good.
All right. Now let's get
the guards' positions.
Triangulate
with the closed-circuit cameras.
And I'll make him
a map.
You can do that?
What do you think?
Keyboard had a hack
for everything.
We gotta show him
where to shoot.
[BEEPING]
- [MAN 1]: I got him.
- [MAN 2]: Ten-fourteen. Fire...
[MAN 1]: He's in D21,
moving north. All teams.
Alpha team flying in.
Delta team flying in.
Alpha team,
hit northeast quadrant.
- [MAN 1]: Move in. Move in.
- [MAN 2]: We've got him surrounded.
[MAN 1]: Cease fire. Cease fire.
You're hitting friendly.
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
[PANTING]
Thank you. Now, where do I go?
Let's show him the way.
I don't know how much more
I can take.
Who did this to us?
Man, last time you asked that,
your melon damn near split open.
We need to go to the cops,
the media, somebody.
Who would believe us?
We're nobody.
How did you get in here?
Whoa, no...
What?
What are you talking about?
Take it easy, Luke.
Luke? Who's Luke?
I was just doing my job.
Put down the gun,
please.
You're freaking me out, man.
Who the hell are you talking to?
You've gotta believe me.
It was nothing personal.
Neither is this.
Get another gig.
Hi, my name is Carter Burke.
[SIZZLES]
Time to tell the lab rats
the truth.
Now!
[MAN]:
Project 660 has the potential
to increase profits
for Hope Industries
at an annual growth rate
of 831 percent.
The Psi-Com Implant interfaces
with the optical
and auditory sensors
of the brain.
Downloads are experienced
by the subject
as both visual
and auditory stimuli,
and can be repeated until
the subject acts upon them.
In this case, buying whatever
product is being sold.
The implant is also equipped
with its own receptors
and controls,
notably a fail-safe mechanism.
Should the subject transgress
the boundaries
of the experimental
environment,
the mechanism can be used
to modify his behavior.
Or in extreme cases,
the fail-safe mechanism
can be used
to terminate the experiment.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: Initiating
avatar program, level two.
Do you think you've won?
Think you've stopped us?
Do you think telling the truth
to 660 lost souls
is enough to bring down
all of Hope Industries?
Do you really think
Randolph Hope
is going to spend
one minute in jail?
Tomorrow, Hope Industries
will still be
the largest shareholder
in the company you call America.
Confusing, isn't it?
But one of us is real.
Of course,
you have to figure out which one
before I kill you.
[CHUCKLING]
Now, Luke, your wife wouldn't
want you to be a murderer.
Here I am.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, isn't that sweet?
They're still trying
to help you. But they can't.
[LAUGHING]
Go infrared.
Well,
it's been fun.
Goodbye, Mr. Gibson.
[GRUNTS]
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: Avatar-system
shutdown initiated.
[MACHINERY POWERING DOWN]
[]
[BEEPING]
What's he doing?
I don't know.
[BLUE]:
What the hell?
Look at this.
I love you, Luke.
And I'm gonna remember this
as the happiest day ever.
And you'd better too.
[GIGGLES]
I remember you.
Ronnie.
Ronnie.
Ronnie.
[SIGHS]
[]
[LUKE]:
Virgil Kirkhill was right.
We didn't bring down
Hope Industries.
But we're the crack
in the wall,
and we keep chipping away.
Randolph Hope still wields
a lot of power,
but we know how
to stay under the radar.
And if you've ever been
on the grid,
we can track you down.
There's work to be done,
hard work.
I have people to protect
and wrongs to set right.
He's looking for us,
but we found him first.
My name is Luke Gibson.
They stole my past,
but I'm taking back my future.
[VOICE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[]
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