Suspect Device (1995) Movie Script
(dramatic music)
I'm going to have to raise your five.
Checky, checky.
Oh, man.
I think... I hope you... I hope
I don't take all your money
so you have to go home with that sticky thing.
(dramatic music)
I'll call you.
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Ah, Nanaima.
How's your love life, Jessica?
You trying to play shrink in your off -hours, Fred?
You and my friend are bluffing.
He's bluffing.
I can feel it.
(dramatic music)
All right.
Let's see what you got.
Card jacks.
I don't think that was my bluff you were feeling.
Straight flush, my friend.
Ooh!
He pulled that collar.
You saw that?
That's his tell.
He pulls his collar.
He's telling me he's got a weak hand.
Okay? He's bluffing.
You do the same thing every game.
And he nails you.
You're mentally arthritic.
Don't be so anal, Fred.
No, I'm serious.
It's gotta be something genetic.
Back me up on this, Jessica.
Hey, there's a geneticist I plead
the fifth as a poker player, though.
I agree with you.
You gonna learn that?
You gonna put my children through school for me?
Just deal the cards, all right?
I'm sorry.
(dramatic music)
What happened to the guy with glasses?
Let's see what she has to say about that.
Let's see it.
Uh-oh.
Catch back.
What happened to Steven?
Nothing. That's the problem.
Problem?
I don't know.
He just wasn't ambitious enough.
What are you talking about?
The guy was a CEO of a fortune 500 company.
All right, wrong word.
Well, just something was missing.
Something was missing.
Something was always missing, Jess.
Something was missing for me, too, you remember?
That was college.
Besides, you got me back by marrying my roommate.
Well, you just gotta learn how
to accept people how they are.
You can't just mold everybody
into what you want them to be.
That's reality.
Reality. Eternal punishment
for being a perfectionist.
Whatever that means.
Hey, thanks for being such a good friend.
You know, if you're ever in
trouble, you can come to me, right?
Mm-hmm.
Thanks.
(thunder)
Did Danny forget to pay his electric bill?
Yeah, well, he's got the cash now.
I gotta get that thing fixed.
It's driving me crazy.
I got it!
What's the matter with the electricity?
(dramatic music)
(gunfire)
It's okay.
You're home.
You're safe.
It's okay.
Oh, my God.
That was terrible.
It's over now. It's over, Danny.
What was it this time?
They came in and they were shooting everybody.
They started killing everybody.
Oh, Dan.
You've got to talk to somebody about these dreams.
We should call Fred.
He'll be able to help.
What the hell's the matter with me?
Every time I close my eyes, it's like
someone doesn't want me to sleep.
Come on. It's okay.
I think I know one way to stop those bad dreams.
(dramatic music)
This is part of my therapy.
Mm-hmm.
(dramatic music)
Mr. Jericho, what's the
category for today, Hank?
Literature.
Hit me with your best shot.
Now, name the author, a German, and
the book the following quote came from.
A man's dying is more a survivor's affair than his own.
It's a German.
Uh-huh.
Hans Christian Andersen?
Thomas Mann.
Death in Venice.
Thomas Mann.
I think I need to read a little more.
I think I need to get a life, huh?
(dramatic music)
Did you come in the back way again?
You don't miss a thing, do you?
Hank is furious.
He says that entrance isn't secure.
Well, if Hank would like that entrance
secure, he should fix the alarm.
Are you okay?
You look a little tired.
You know, Harriet, I didn't sleep so well last night.
Well, I hate to say this, but Mr.
Logan wants the Kuwaiti
analysis as soon as possible.
What?
Were those his exact words?
ASAP.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Hey, I'm on.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
No, no, um, can I call you right back?
Yeah.
Wow.
(dramatic music)
Hey. Hey, Jim.
Take a look at this.
Just popped up on my computer.
It's a top-secret file.
I didn't even know my security
clearance went that high.
You're right.
You barely have any clearance.
This is heavy duty.
This is the type of stuff that the
Pentagon boys read as bedtime stories.
Well, what's it doing on intelligent reports?
I don't know. It says something
about an operation suspect device.
Probably just something their
military brass is dicking around with.
You know what it is?
I'd say it's no more than a fancy mousetrap.
Don't worry about it.
It didn't happen.
Shut her down.
Forget it ever happened.
(dramatic music)
(gunfire)
Oh.
(dramatic music)
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Please let this be a dream.
Oh, where are you?
Pick up the phone.
- Come on.
- Bar list imports.
- Can I take your order?
- Yes, there's been a hit.
Repeat that, please.
There's been a hit on one of your sections.
Which section?
10-94, Eunice.
Level of damage?
Everybody.
Everybody's dead.
What's your operative number?
What number?
Please verify your operative number.
Three Apple 66HC.
Three Apple 66HC.
I'm not a corporal.
I'm an analyst.
Find a secure location.
Do not go home.
Repeat. Do not go home.
Why can't I go home?
Whoever hit your section
might realize they've missed you.
Your residence is the first place they'd be going.
You mean they might be at my house?
Yes, it is a possibility.
But my wife's at my house.
Please identify your own
location so we can bring you in.
I'm behind the old Medville Theater.
I'm in the alley.
You gotta hurry.
My wife's at my house.
We have a car en route.
ETA five minutes.
Just sit tight.
It'll all be over soon.
Hurry.
Please hurry.
Kristen.
Hey!
You got a dollar for another long dog?
Fuck you!
I just received a call from someone
claiming to be a C-class operative.
Eunice 1097 may have been hit.
I need a crew to verify.
(dramatic music)
All right, let's go.
Move it.
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Operations, this is cleanup.
Infestation confirmed.
Repeat.
Infestation confirmed.
Level of damage?
High.
99%.
There's a possibility that one, maybe
two class C insects have flown the coop.
Roger that.
Cleanup.
Out.
This is Gamma Control.
Looks like we've got ourselves a runaway.
(dramatic music)
Jericho! Jericho!
Jericho!
Yeah, right here!
Right here. Did Gamma send ya?
Yeah.
(gunshots)
Wait a minute!
(dramatic music)
(thuds) (grunts)
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Kristen!
Kristen!
(door bashes in)
Kristen!
Chris!
(gunfire)
It's me!
Listen, you crazy motherfucker.
The cops are on their way, and if
you move one inch, I'll blow your dick
out the roof of your mouth.
Drop the gun!
Drop it!
I just received word that our first
team failed to intercept the tires, sir.
You have no idea where he went to?
Negative.
Find him.
Get back to me with more details.
Yes, sir.
Get Kurt Carter on the line.
How do you know my name?
Because you're my wife.
We've only been married for seven years.
I am not your wife.
I had a husband, and trust me,
he didn't look anything like you.
Okay.
I can prove this.
How would I know that in the top
drawer of your dresser, there's a little bottle
of perfume that your mother bought you from
Scottsdale, Arizona in Vanto's department store?
I think it's called Mystique.
How would I know that?
Who the hell are you?
How would I know that on the inside
of your thigh you have a tiny tattoo
that you got down in New Orleans with
your cousin Lucy when you were very drunk?
My ex-husband put you up to this, didn't he?
Police officer, open the door!
(dramatic music)
Get out of the car!
Hands high!
Step out of the car!
Move!
Now!
Break your leg!
- Turn around!
- I didn't do anything!
(dramatic music)
Uh, this is unit 16-2.
He's got a gun!
(dramatic music)
Carter.
Go ahead, sir.
Unit 10-97 was hit today.
Seems like some C-class operative
went schizo and wiped the place out.
Did you say C-class, sir?
That's an affirmative.
The question is, can you deal with the situation?
Yes, sir.
This, uh, nutcase should be
contacting us in the next couple of hours.
So gather all the information
you can on Jericho Daniel W.
I'll be arriving in L.A. in 1900
hours.
Yes, sir.
Dr. Hopkins' office.
Oh, hi, Susan.
Yeah, Monday at 1 is fine.
Okay.
Excuse me, may I help you?
I have an appointment
with Dr. Hopkins in an hour.
It's urgent that I see him now, though.
Okay, your name, please?
Daniel Jericho.
Okay, just have a seat.
Um, you don't understand.
I need to see him now.
Okay, um, doctor, there's a
Daniel Jericho here to see you.
Uh, Fred, it's Dan!
Dan, I'll see you in a minute.
A minute?
I don't have a minute!
Wait!
Uh, yeah, let me get back to you on that.
My 2 o'clock's here.
Dan, what?
Fred, oh, my God.
You gotta help me.
I think I'm going crazy.
He's here.
Get up out of this.
Yeah, yeah, what's happening?
You remember the dreams I told you about?
They're not dreams, man.
They're goddamn premonitions.
This is a C-class operative who
we think may have gone psycho.
Orders are to use any means
necessary to take this boy out.
All right, I want you to do it quick and do it fast.
But do it right.
Low profile, and get back to me when it's done.
All right.
That's, uh, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard.
And I've been in the insanity business for 15 years.
What am I supposed to do?
Who are these people trying to kill me?
How come I can kick ass on these
cops when I've never had a karate lesson
in my life?
Listen to me.
The best thing for you to do is to call
Gamma again and let them bring you in.
I tried that once already.
(dramatic music)
Maybe they weren't Gamma.
Did that ever occur to you?
You better start talking, you son of a bitch.
Dan, Dan, Dan, you're my best friend.
What are you talking about?
I swear to God, I've never seen you before today.
I'm a Gamma Company therapist
for operatives and their families.
I got a fax from Central Control today.
They said you were a dangerous psychotic
who escaped from the Hagen Institute.
Hagen Institute?
What's that?
It's a government-run hospital
for burnouts and old wet boys.
Wet boys?
Assassins.
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
(plane engine roars)
Really? What put him through?
Glad you're here, sir.
We've got Jericho on the line.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Mr. Jericho.
This is Artemis Lockwood, deputy director.
I'm running the show now.
Where are you?
I'm not telling you a goddamn
thing until I get some answers.
Then you shall have them.
I promise you.
Just tell us where you are, and we'll bring you in.
I've got a lot of pieces to put together myself.
Why don't we find someplace to meet?
Someplace safe.
In fact, I've got the perfect place.
It's a, uh... an empty parking
lot on 36th and Highland.
How about we meet
at, uh... 22, 30 hours.
That's about an hour from now.
Listen, I got news for you.
I'm not meeting you or anybody
in an empty goddamn parking lot.
Tell you what.
Why don't we bring along a familiar face?
Hmm?
You name someone.
Someone you can trust.
A friend.
I'm running out of friends at the moment.
This guy downtown is CPA.
His name's Jason Watson.
You bring him, and I'll meet you.
And him you shall have.
All right.
36th and Highland.
One hour.
Mr. Jericho.
Move it!
So you got it down?
No problem.
Who the hell is this guy, anyway?
Just some nutcase we have to bring in.
Don't worry.
There shouldn't be any real danger.
And, uh, thank you for helping us out.
Hey, anything for the good old U.S.
of A., right?
Jason!
Dan?
Buddy!
It's me, Jason.
Where are you? Come on out.
It's okay.
Jason, when's the last time we saw each other?
Last night at your place.
Our regular poker night.
Me, Freddy, Jessica, and Chris.
You beat my ass as usual.
Straight flush to my two jacks.
Where are you?
Dan, it's okay.
Come on out.
Hey.
Look, man, it's okay.
Hey.
You all right?
I've been better.
Listen, these guys want to help you.
Now!
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
Jay, let's get out of here.
Let's go. Jake!
Hit it again!
(explosion)
What's in there?
All right, search around.
You, get over there.
Shit, I knew it.
There's only one body.
Okay, you, I want you to go over there.
You, you look over there.
I need to find that body.
And I need it now.
Come on.
Hi, Jessica.
I've had a real bad day, so don't
pretend you don't know who I am.
But just in case, I'm Dan Jericho.
Let's drive.
Where do you want to go?
Your place.
My boyfriend's there.
It's not a good idea.
Your boyfriend?
Yeah.
Really?
Let me see your wallet.
Is that you?
Nice eyes.
Let's go.
You know how I knew you were
lying about living with your boyfriend?
You looked down in a way when you talked about it.
That was your tell.
My tell?
That's a word they use in poker.
It's when somebody does something.
That gives it away.
So what's your point?
Don't lie to me.
(dramatic music)
So, what are we dealing with exactly, Mr.
Lockwood?
Well, the details are a little bit
sketchy at this point, sir, but from what I
understand, a C-class
operative has single-handedly
wiped out the Eunice office.
We've tried several times to neutralize
him, but so far it has not worked.
I see. What happened in the parking garage?
I'm also afraid to say two of our
agents are still in intensive care as we
speak.
But they blew it.
Can we count on the backup unit to
take care of things as safely
and inconspicuously as possible?
Well, from what I hear, the backup team is pretty good.
I really haven't met them yet.
Well, we'll just have to count on
their capabilities to deliver him to us.
I'm not a spy.
I'm an analyst.
I study data on military takeovers and
market crashes from around the world.
Then I make up possible scenarios on
how it could affect the U.S. That's what
I do.
I've never heard of Gamma Division.
That's because Gamma doesn't exist officially.
We're the third network.
We handle all the things the FBI doesn't
have control over and what the CIA can't take care of.
Why did you come to me?
I told you already.
You're my friend.
Look, I am not your friend.
Do you understand that?
You need help.
But not from me.
I mean, you need a doctor.
I did that once today.
The guy tried to set me up.
So if everyone you know has betrayed you,
what makes you think I'll be any different?
Because I know you.
You mean you think you know me.
You graduated from the Air Force
Academy with a bachelor's in microbiology.
Then you moved to Harvard where you received
a master's in genetic engineering,
only to give it all up to become an artist.
Is he armed?
We don't know.
I've had the computer running through
the possible codes since it happened.
How soon will you have it?
It could be a second, a day, a month.
Who knows?
There are probably 700
billion code combinations here.
Look, don't worry about it.
I have the PDT activated.
We'll be able to track him now.
I mean, no matter what happens,
he's going to come right to me anyway.
How do you know?
Because a father knows his son.
Ever since this happened,
nobody recognizes me anymore.
I mean, it's as if I never existed.
All the traces of my life are gone.
It just doesn't make any sense.
When did you first notice things were wrong?
Today, back at the office right before it happened.
Jesus!
What?
The files!
Why didn't I think about that before?
Come on.
We'll go off for a drive.
(dramatic music)
It's about time.
We're clear on four.
Looks okay to me.
You sure this is working?
Let's bring this baby up.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
Son of a bitch!
Day four!
Move it!
It's not coming up.
What is it?
The files is gone.
Let me just run it through again.
It's gone.
(dramatic music)
I got it.
Let's go.
Go back!
(dramatic music)
Come on, Jesse.
(dramatic music)
You're hit.
You're hit.
Hit?
You're shot!
You've been shot!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Look at this!
They wasted me!
He wasted me!
I didn't feel anything.
It doesn't hurt.
(dramatic music)
What's happening?
Sir, we've got a trace of them.
No shit. Where are they?
I-10, headed for New Mexico.
Get the van.
We're moving in ten minutes.
Operation Suspect Device
was headed by Dr. Charles
Flint from the Hagen Institute
in Roswell, New Mexico.
That's the place Fred was talking about.
What is Operation Suspect Device?
I can't really tell from this.
It's something big, though.
Global power structure, natural security.
Looks like funding was cut, so they had to shut down.
You think Eunice was involved with it somehow?
I think Eunice wasn't supposed to know about it.
I talked about it when it was killed.
What could be worth killing that many people over?
I really appreciate this.
I mean, I... This is so weird.
What?
You thinking me at gunpoint?
It's empty.
You shit.
I ran out a long time ago.
So how come that smile
never attracted the right guy?
Oh, look.
That gun gives you the right to kidnap
me, not ask about my personal life.
(dramatic music)
You believe me?
I believe you're in trouble.
You're searching for something.
I've never felt so alone in my life.
Welcome to reality.
Reality?
The eternal punishment for the perfectionist.
(dramatic music)
(plane engine roars)
What do we got, Pierce?
He'll be at the institute in 15 minutes.
15 minutes.
(plane engine roars)
Dan, Jared, go to see Dr. Flint.
He's expecting you.
Go ahead.
(dramatic music)
Excuse me.
Is Dr. Flint's office over here?
Dan, Dan, put the gun away.
Come on.
I didn't even know I had it.
Wow, man.
You look like about ten miles worth of bad road.
I take it you're here to see the doc?
Walk this way.
Are you sure this is the right place?
Make yourselves at home, folks.
The doctor is in.
(dramatic music)
Don't do that again.
(dramatic music)
Oh.
Like that picture, huh?
Yeah, it was taken when we
all graduated from Harvard.
We were a tight-knit bunch in those days.
I am really glad to see that you're
still relatively in one piece, Dan.
How do you know my name?
Know it?
Well, man, I thought it up.
What are you talking about?
I'm saying that you are being afforded an
experience that very few
people get in their lifetime.
You're meeting your maker.
I'm Dr. Charles Flint.
But you can call me Charlie.
Or if you like, God.
(laughter)
(dramatic music)
Actually, my partner and I thought up the
whole suspect device project one night when we
were tripping on a tab of outstanding brown acid.
No, really, we said if we could come
up with the ultimate secret weapon, what would it be?
Well, first, it would have to be secret, right?
That means it would not be able
to look like a weapon on the outside.
Second, its firepower would have to have the
potential of wiping out lots of people, right?
So what's the thing that blends in best in a crowd?
A person.
Next, what weapon has the greatest
potential of wiping out lots of people?
A bomb.
What kind of bomb, you may ask?
A nuclear bomb.
So what did we do?
We genetically engineered a cross between
a man and a bomb and we came up with
you.
Hence the name suspect device.
It's what the bomb squad boys call a
suspicious-looking package
that might or might not go boom.
Okay, enough with the psychedelic bullshit.
How about some straight answers?
Dan, this is the real McCoy.
If you don't believe me, ask Mom.
I believe you've met
my partner, Dr. Jessica
Parker, the prodigy of our class.
Welcome home, Jesses.
Been a while.
Dan, I'm sorry.
I had to. There was no other way.
Good work.
(dramatic music)
Okay.
According to this, he's right inside.
About two meters to the east.
All right.
Gentlemen, remember he's
got a civilian with him, a woman.
So do not, I repeat, do not
open fire until I tell you to do so.
We're only here to monitor them.
What happens if they engage us, sir?
Then we take him out without firepower.
You understand?
No hop along Cassidy with a six gun.
Now get out of here.
Go, go.
Goddamn MTV generation, all
they understand is guns, guns, guns.
So sick.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
It's the death of the Cold War
and the birth of political correctness.
Our little baby just wasn't too hip anymore.
I mean, now if you want to bomb
somebody, you have to tell them about it
beforehand.
They cut our funding.
Government shut us down.
All seven of you were housed in the
Eunice building and when they tried
to dismantle you, you fought back.
A little error we made in the program.
Survival instinct.
How can I be a bomb?
I'm human.
You are human partially.
You're a cybernetic organism.
Genetically engineered
flesh and blood on the outside.
Microchips and robotics on the inside.
But at your center, a one megaton nuclear device.
I mean, it's relatively small by today's standards.
What about my life?
My experiences?
My memories?
Wrong.
Our memories.
Our experiences.
Plus a few fantasies thrown in.
Implants, my boy.
How about police?
My wife?
Christian? Did you go and see her?
Oh, man!
I hope you scared the shit out of her, man.
That bitch!
Charlie.
Well, she took half of everything I earned.
Look, I programmed all the good
times we had together into you.
We were good together for a
while, till the money started coming in.
I can imagine she seemed a little
different from the way you remembered her.
And my friend.
What about my friend?
I thought you'd been deprogrammed when I left
the project, but originally I was
implanted in all the C-Series as a sort of
fail-safe in the remote chance that this
would happen, then I could be
your guide back here where it's safe.
Since you really had no life experience outside
of our lab, the more memories and experiences
we programmed into you, the more human you
would seem and in turn become the perfect cover.
Once we set you to go off, all
you had to do was walk into any
city in the world and go boom.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
It's all right, people.
No need to get up for me.
Take it easy, Artie.
Don't get your civvies in a bunch.
They're just suits from Gamma Division.
Don't judge them too harshly.
They're just a little mentally arthritic.
Wait outside.
It's the assholes that tried to kill me.
Dan, you don't seem to be listening.
They are trying to keep people from being killed.
More people, I should say.
Let me ask you something.
What happened that last day at Eunice?
I took a nap.
And I dreamt that these assassins hit the
office and killed everybody when I woke up.
It was real.
Dreaming?
You weren't dreaming.
You killed them.
You killed them all, you son of a bitch.
I think you won't find this interesting, Dan.
(dramatic music)
I remember that guy with the dark hair.
We take him out?
I don't know if you remember receiving a file on him.
I didn't do... (dramatic music)
We knew there was never
any danger of it arming itself.
It can only be armed by a computer.
Wait a minute.
Wait just one minute.
Are you telling me this person, this thing
is a goddamn robot?
I've been on fucking robot
extermination detail these past two days.
And he's got a nuclear bomb inside him.
Nuclear.
As in mushroom cloud, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, nuclear.
What the hell did you tell me
about this sci-fi horse shit, Charlie?
We popped enough caps for
this kid to blow ten warheads.
We hit him in the right place,
it sets him off, doesn't it?
Relax.
Like we said, the only way to
blow the bomb is to arm it, and the
only way to arm it is through our computer.
I mean, come on, man.
We're never in any danger.
All your bullets can do is incapacitate him.
If he's hit with enough, his body
will shut down while it repairs itself.
He cannot be killed?
Only way is through detonation.
Or dismantling.
Then what are we standing around for?
Part his ass down the middle.
We gotta get rid of that bomb.
So I'm the bad guy in all this?
Well, in a manner of speaking, I
mean, come on, Dan, if you fell into the
wrong hands, well, you can guess the rest.
Code detection complete.
What is it?
We got it.
Got what?
His access code.
When you all broke out of Eunice, the
technicians were able to disable most of you
by punching in your access codes
into one of these keypad units.
Unfortunately, they died before they were able to
get to you, and the computer that had
all the combination codes was destroyed.
But my computer has been working around the
clock ever since to weed yours out,
and this is the key that controls you.
So...
We want to try something very risky.
It's an operation to remove and disarm the
bomb, but there is a slight chance that
the bomb could be armed in the process.
It wasn't designed for removal, and
once it's armed, it can't be stopped.
There's another failsafe in case you were captured.
But if it's successful, we'll reprogram you.
You won't even remember any of
this, and you can start a new life.
That's the least we can do.
What do you say?
What can I say?
Sounds great.
(dramatic music)
Guys, family.
Welcome home, Dan.
Yeah, let me give you the tour.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
We actually had enough
money left over from the original
grant to develop these.
The D-Series.
My newest project.
Unfortunately, we only had
enough funding to actually build two.
These little babies make you
look practically obsolete, my man.
What are they sleeping?
Well, programming.
All I gotta do, wake them up with
the right code, and they are ready to
rock and roll.
Oh, check this out.
Nothin' up his sleeve.
And...
Presto!
(dramatic music)
Pretty amazing, huh?
Their tissue heals and regenerates
ten times faster than yours does.
Just, I was unable to enhance their neural
chips to an unprecedented level on these.
Did these have bombs?
No, no, no.
No bombs.
The male is a combat labor model, the
female, intelligence gathering and surveillance.
This time, I implanted DAX chips inside of them.
Punch in the right code, we override their
systems, and prevent precisely the same
kind of problems we had with you, Dan.
State of the art.
Wave of the future.
Mark my words.
Can they dream?
Doesn't everybody?
Here we are.
Just lie down and make yourself comfortable, Dan.
I cheated too long now.
(phone rings)
Thank God he didn't fight back.
Sir, when's the director arriving?
He's waiting for us now.
Are you coming, Jesse?
Yeah.
How are you feeling?
We're gonna go through with it.
Charlie's gonna remove the
bomb, I'm gonna reprogram you.
Next time you wake up, this
will all seem like a bad dream.
I'm getting pretty sick of bad dreams.
I'm sorry to put you through this.
Your self-awareness
surpassed all of our expectations.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
When do we do it?
About 15 minutes.
And then what?
You can start a new life.
(dramatic music)
Okay, Dan.
I'm gonna go in and shut you down manually.
Before you do, I'm assuming that you don't arm the bomb.
What are you going to do with it when you're done?
We return it to the defense department.
They dismantle the bomb
and transfer the plutonium
to a storage facility for safekeeping.
And if you arm it?
I'm not giving myself that option.
Right.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
Is he out?
Yes, sir.
How long will it be?
Oh, not long.
We have to go in and cut his motors
and his central nervous system to ensure
brain death.
What?
Wait a minute, you promised me!
You son of a bitch!
Jesse, I can't remove the bomb without arming it.
Everything I told you before was bullshit.
When you left the program, they made
me install the extreme prejudice system.
I didn't want to pull a fast one
over you, but I had to get him
in here without a fight.
Charlie.
I am sorry.
Now, we're going to set his bomb
to go off in an hour, drop him off
in an abandoned storage facility, and
then move on to bigger and better things.
I'm shutting down his motor system now.
(dramatic music)
Shit.
(dramatic music)
You can't bluff a bluffer.
Your device has been
activated, Mr. Jericho.
If you leave this installation,
you'll be responsible
for the deaths of millions of
innocent people, including Dr. Parker.
Is that true?
You can't deactivate it?
Once the clock has been
activated, it can't be stopped.
Fuck it.
Let's get down there.
(dramatic music)
I'm afraid you can't be allowed
to leave like this, Dr. Parker.
I'm sure you'll understand.
You're so...
When you're through
with Mr. Jericho, take Dr.
Parker along with you.
Since they want to be together so badly,
let their ashes mix together in oblivion.
Open the door.
Gentlemen.
I didn't want this, Jesse.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
He doesn't stand a chance.
You think it's a good idea to be
tossing around a nuclear device
like some goddamn hacky sack ball?
The only way that bomb
blows is when its clock hits zero.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
It's done, sir.
Very good.
Now hurry up.
He's only got 30 minutes left on his clock.
Where are they taking them?
To an abandoned test facility out by Yucca Flats.
It's very deep.
It's very remote.
No chance of civilians being infected by the
fallout or even knowing about the blast.
Well, thank God.
There is no God.
(helicopter blades whir)
(dramatic music)
Detection commencing.
(dramatic music)
(thuds) (grunts)
(thuds) (grunts)
Detection complete.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
How much time is left, Dr. Flint?
About 20 minutes.
Are you sure we're safe from a blast in here?
We're 10 miles away, surrounded
by 12 feet of steel and concrete.
Jesse!
Dan!
(dramatic music)
How much time is left?
If you hurry, we're gonna make it.
Were gonna have a little company.
Oh, no.
This ain't going.
Come on. Let's
go. Come on, baby.
Let's go.
Oh, God.
Excuse me.
This seat's taken.
Oh, shit.
(dramatic music)
(helicopter blades whir)
(thuds) (grunts)
(helicopter blades whir)
So, how much longer?
Eight minutes and ten seconds.
God, where the hell are they?
No need to panic, gentlemen.
If we lose these particular machines,
we can always produce new ones.
Correct, Doctor?
As long as someone keeps paying for them.
They're back.
I knew they'd make it.
Hope we're not interrupting.
Dan!
But you...
How'd... I guess you just did
too good a job with me, Charlie.
I mean, I couldn't go on living
without thanking you personally.
Dan, Jess, listen.
I can try to deactivate the bomb.
I know I can do it.
You just give me a shot.
He's lying.
What, let these goons go on making toys like me?
I don't think so.
This is gonna end.
This is gonna end now.
I'm sorry, Dan.
Go back to the helicopter.
We've still got just enough
time to get away from the blast.
Buddies?
Buddies.
Don't give up, huh?
The right guy's waiting for you out there somewhere.
Now get going.
You've just got five minutes.
Hi, guys. What's the matter? Have a seat.
(dramatic music)
Dan, you're stupid.
You arrogant son of a bitch.
This is all your fault, you know that?
Hey, man, I don't dig this.
You don't dig this, you ponytail, draft card
-burning, Dillon-listening
motherfucker, you don't dig this?
Let me tell you something.
When I was at Kent State, I was a National Guardsman.
Yes, and on that fateful day, I aimed
to kill them, you commie piece of garbage.
Arnie, get a life.
Two minutes to detonation.
What life?
Let's be reasonable here, Dan.
Reasonable?
You want to speak to me about reason?
You're the reason.
I'm the product of your reason.
Now I'm the solution.
What if I told you that by killing me,
you really would be doing the world in?
I'm the only one that knows how
to properly dismantle the C-Series.
And I'm the last of my tribe.
You're wrong.
One of the C-Series got out when you
were unconscious, and I'm the only one
that knows how to take him
out when he finally resurfaces.
Come on, Dan!
This is all I ask to end the game.
And I'm calling you out.
What do you say?
That's your town.
You're bluffing, my friend.
And you can't bluff a bluffer.
Oh, well.
Gentlemen, I've been saving
these for a very special occasion.
Trust me when I say that they will
make this experience a lot more pleasant.
Anything you want.
I can get you anything.
I can make you anything you want.
You want to run the head of a division?
You got that.
I can get you a seat in the Senate.
I can arrange that.
Just tell me what you want, goddammit!
Peace on Earth.
Goodwill for men.
One minute to detonation.
(dramatic music)
Gentlemen, we have 46 seconds left.
Any last requests?
I shouldn't even be here.
I should be home watching Soul Train.
I don't know why I should.
It's not over yet, man.
Your brother still lives and will
be the bringer of the apocalypse.
I'm an only child, Doc.
30 seconds to detonation.
29, 28, 27, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22,
21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15,
14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8,
7, 6.
Detonation sequence aborted.
Gentlemen, I quit.
You seem to be having a little problem
with your detonation sequence there.
Maybe I should take this as
a sign from god to reconsider.
Yes!
Yes!
No, man.
I programmed you to be an atheist.
Detonation sequence resumed.
2, 1.
(dramatic music)
Hi, Jessie.
Whoo!
I've had a real bad day.
So don't tell me you don't know who I am.
Of course I do.
Drive.
Please?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
I'm going to have to raise your five.
Checky, checky.
Oh, man.
I think... I hope you... I hope
I don't take all your money
so you have to go home with that sticky thing.
(dramatic music)
I'll call you.
(dramatic music)
Ah, Nanaima.
How's your love life, Jessica?
You trying to play shrink in your off -hours, Fred?
You and my friend are bluffing.
He's bluffing.
I can feel it.
(dramatic music)
All right.
Let's see what you got.
Card jacks.
I don't think that was my bluff you were feeling.
Straight flush, my friend.
Ooh!
He pulled that collar.
You saw that?
That's his tell.
He pulls his collar.
He's telling me he's got a weak hand.
Okay? He's bluffing.
You do the same thing every game.
And he nails you.
You're mentally arthritic.
Don't be so anal, Fred.
No, I'm serious.
It's gotta be something genetic.
Back me up on this, Jessica.
Hey, there's a geneticist I plead
the fifth as a poker player, though.
I agree with you.
You gonna learn that?
You gonna put my children through school for me?
Just deal the cards, all right?
I'm sorry.
(dramatic music)
What happened to the guy with glasses?
Let's see what she has to say about that.
Let's see it.
Uh-oh.
Catch back.
What happened to Steven?
Nothing. That's the problem.
Problem?
I don't know.
He just wasn't ambitious enough.
What are you talking about?
The guy was a CEO of a fortune 500 company.
All right, wrong word.
Well, just something was missing.
Something was missing.
Something was always missing, Jess.
Something was missing for me, too, you remember?
That was college.
Besides, you got me back by marrying my roommate.
Well, you just gotta learn how
to accept people how they are.
You can't just mold everybody
into what you want them to be.
That's reality.
Reality. Eternal punishment
for being a perfectionist.
Whatever that means.
Hey, thanks for being such a good friend.
You know, if you're ever in
trouble, you can come to me, right?
Mm-hmm.
Thanks.
(thunder)
Did Danny forget to pay his electric bill?
Yeah, well, he's got the cash now.
I gotta get that thing fixed.
It's driving me crazy.
I got it!
What's the matter with the electricity?
(dramatic music)
(gunfire)
It's okay.
You're home.
You're safe.
It's okay.
Oh, my God.
That was terrible.
It's over now. It's over, Danny.
What was it this time?
They came in and they were shooting everybody.
They started killing everybody.
Oh, Dan.
You've got to talk to somebody about these dreams.
We should call Fred.
He'll be able to help.
What the hell's the matter with me?
Every time I close my eyes, it's like
someone doesn't want me to sleep.
Come on. It's okay.
I think I know one way to stop those bad dreams.
(dramatic music)
This is part of my therapy.
Mm-hmm.
(dramatic music)
Mr. Jericho, what's the
category for today, Hank?
Literature.
Hit me with your best shot.
Now, name the author, a German, and
the book the following quote came from.
A man's dying is more a survivor's affair than his own.
It's a German.
Uh-huh.
Hans Christian Andersen?
Thomas Mann.
Death in Venice.
Thomas Mann.
I think I need to read a little more.
I think I need to get a life, huh?
(dramatic music)
Did you come in the back way again?
You don't miss a thing, do you?
Hank is furious.
He says that entrance isn't secure.
Well, if Hank would like that entrance
secure, he should fix the alarm.
Are you okay?
You look a little tired.
You know, Harriet, I didn't sleep so well last night.
Well, I hate to say this, but Mr.
Logan wants the Kuwaiti
analysis as soon as possible.
What?
Were those his exact words?
ASAP.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Hey, I'm on.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
No, no, um, can I call you right back?
Yeah.
Wow.
(dramatic music)
Hey. Hey, Jim.
Take a look at this.
Just popped up on my computer.
It's a top-secret file.
I didn't even know my security
clearance went that high.
You're right.
You barely have any clearance.
This is heavy duty.
This is the type of stuff that the
Pentagon boys read as bedtime stories.
Well, what's it doing on intelligent reports?
I don't know. It says something
about an operation suspect device.
Probably just something their
military brass is dicking around with.
You know what it is?
I'd say it's no more than a fancy mousetrap.
Don't worry about it.
It didn't happen.
Shut her down.
Forget it ever happened.
(dramatic music)
(gunfire)
Oh.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
Please let this be a dream.
Oh, where are you?
Pick up the phone.
- Come on.
- Bar list imports.
- Can I take your order?
- Yes, there's been a hit.
Repeat that, please.
There's been a hit on one of your sections.
Which section?
10-94, Eunice.
Level of damage?
Everybody.
Everybody's dead.
What's your operative number?
What number?
Please verify your operative number.
Three Apple 66HC.
Three Apple 66HC.
I'm not a corporal.
I'm an analyst.
Find a secure location.
Do not go home.
Repeat. Do not go home.
Why can't I go home?
Whoever hit your section
might realize they've missed you.
Your residence is the first place they'd be going.
You mean they might be at my house?
Yes, it is a possibility.
But my wife's at my house.
Please identify your own
location so we can bring you in.
I'm behind the old Medville Theater.
I'm in the alley.
You gotta hurry.
My wife's at my house.
We have a car en route.
ETA five minutes.
Just sit tight.
It'll all be over soon.
Hurry.
Please hurry.
Kristen.
Hey!
You got a dollar for another long dog?
Fuck you!
I just received a call from someone
claiming to be a C-class operative.
Eunice 1097 may have been hit.
I need a crew to verify.
(dramatic music)
All right, let's go.
Move it.
(dramatic music)
Operations, this is cleanup.
Infestation confirmed.
Repeat.
Infestation confirmed.
Level of damage?
High.
99%.
There's a possibility that one, maybe
two class C insects have flown the coop.
Roger that.
Cleanup.
Out.
This is Gamma Control.
Looks like we've got ourselves a runaway.
(dramatic music)
Jericho! Jericho!
Jericho!
Yeah, right here!
Right here. Did Gamma send ya?
Yeah.
(gunshots)
Wait a minute!
(dramatic music)
(thuds) (grunts)
(dramatic music)
Kristen!
Kristen!
(door bashes in)
Kristen!
Chris!
(gunfire)
It's me!
Listen, you crazy motherfucker.
The cops are on their way, and if
you move one inch, I'll blow your dick
out the roof of your mouth.
Drop the gun!
Drop it!
I just received word that our first
team failed to intercept the tires, sir.
You have no idea where he went to?
Negative.
Find him.
Get back to me with more details.
Yes, sir.
Get Kurt Carter on the line.
How do you know my name?
Because you're my wife.
We've only been married for seven years.
I am not your wife.
I had a husband, and trust me,
he didn't look anything like you.
Okay.
I can prove this.
How would I know that in the top
drawer of your dresser, there's a little bottle
of perfume that your mother bought you from
Scottsdale, Arizona in Vanto's department store?
I think it's called Mystique.
How would I know that?
Who the hell are you?
How would I know that on the inside
of your thigh you have a tiny tattoo
that you got down in New Orleans with
your cousin Lucy when you were very drunk?
My ex-husband put you up to this, didn't he?
Police officer, open the door!
(dramatic music)
Get out of the car!
Hands high!
Step out of the car!
Move!
Now!
Break your leg!
- Turn around!
- I didn't do anything!
(dramatic music)
Uh, this is unit 16-2.
He's got a gun!
(dramatic music)
Carter.
Go ahead, sir.
Unit 10-97 was hit today.
Seems like some C-class operative
went schizo and wiped the place out.
Did you say C-class, sir?
That's an affirmative.
The question is, can you deal with the situation?
Yes, sir.
This, uh, nutcase should be
contacting us in the next couple of hours.
So gather all the information
you can on Jericho Daniel W.
I'll be arriving in L.A. in 1900
hours.
Yes, sir.
Dr. Hopkins' office.
Oh, hi, Susan.
Yeah, Monday at 1 is fine.
Okay.
Excuse me, may I help you?
I have an appointment
with Dr. Hopkins in an hour.
It's urgent that I see him now, though.
Okay, your name, please?
Daniel Jericho.
Okay, just have a seat.
Um, you don't understand.
I need to see him now.
Okay, um, doctor, there's a
Daniel Jericho here to see you.
Uh, Fred, it's Dan!
Dan, I'll see you in a minute.
A minute?
I don't have a minute!
Wait!
Uh, yeah, let me get back to you on that.
My 2 o'clock's here.
Dan, what?
Fred, oh, my God.
You gotta help me.
I think I'm going crazy.
He's here.
Get up out of this.
Yeah, yeah, what's happening?
You remember the dreams I told you about?
They're not dreams, man.
They're goddamn premonitions.
This is a C-class operative who
we think may have gone psycho.
Orders are to use any means
necessary to take this boy out.
All right, I want you to do it quick and do it fast.
But do it right.
Low profile, and get back to me when it's done.
All right.
That's, uh, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard.
And I've been in the insanity business for 15 years.
What am I supposed to do?
Who are these people trying to kill me?
How come I can kick ass on these
cops when I've never had a karate lesson
in my life?
Listen to me.
The best thing for you to do is to call
Gamma again and let them bring you in.
I tried that once already.
(dramatic music)
Maybe they weren't Gamma.
Did that ever occur to you?
You better start talking, you son of a bitch.
Dan, Dan, Dan, you're my best friend.
What are you talking about?
I swear to God, I've never seen you before today.
I'm a Gamma Company therapist
for operatives and their families.
I got a fax from Central Control today.
They said you were a dangerous psychotic
who escaped from the Hagen Institute.
Hagen Institute?
What's that?
It's a government-run hospital
for burnouts and old wet boys.
Wet boys?
Assassins.
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
(plane engine roars)
Really? What put him through?
Glad you're here, sir.
We've got Jericho on the line.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Mr. Jericho.
This is Artemis Lockwood, deputy director.
I'm running the show now.
Where are you?
I'm not telling you a goddamn
thing until I get some answers.
Then you shall have them.
I promise you.
Just tell us where you are, and we'll bring you in.
I've got a lot of pieces to put together myself.
Why don't we find someplace to meet?
Someplace safe.
In fact, I've got the perfect place.
It's a, uh... an empty parking
lot on 36th and Highland.
How about we meet
at, uh... 22, 30 hours.
That's about an hour from now.
Listen, I got news for you.
I'm not meeting you or anybody
in an empty goddamn parking lot.
Tell you what.
Why don't we bring along a familiar face?
Hmm?
You name someone.
Someone you can trust.
A friend.
I'm running out of friends at the moment.
This guy downtown is CPA.
His name's Jason Watson.
You bring him, and I'll meet you.
And him you shall have.
All right.
36th and Highland.
One hour.
Mr. Jericho.
Move it!
So you got it down?
No problem.
Who the hell is this guy, anyway?
Just some nutcase we have to bring in.
Don't worry.
There shouldn't be any real danger.
And, uh, thank you for helping us out.
Hey, anything for the good old U.S.
of A., right?
Jason!
Dan?
Buddy!
It's me, Jason.
Where are you? Come on out.
It's okay.
Jason, when's the last time we saw each other?
Last night at your place.
Our regular poker night.
Me, Freddy, Jessica, and Chris.
You beat my ass as usual.
Straight flush to my two jacks.
Where are you?
Dan, it's okay.
Come on out.
Hey.
Look, man, it's okay.
Hey.
You all right?
I've been better.
Listen, these guys want to help you.
Now!
(gunfire)
(dramatic music)
Jay, let's get out of here.
Let's go. Jake!
Hit it again!
(explosion)
What's in there?
All right, search around.
You, get over there.
Shit, I knew it.
There's only one body.
Okay, you, I want you to go over there.
You, you look over there.
I need to find that body.
And I need it now.
Come on.
Hi, Jessica.
I've had a real bad day, so don't
pretend you don't know who I am.
But just in case, I'm Dan Jericho.
Let's drive.
Where do you want to go?
Your place.
My boyfriend's there.
It's not a good idea.
Your boyfriend?
Yeah.
Really?
Let me see your wallet.
Is that you?
Nice eyes.
Let's go.
You know how I knew you were
lying about living with your boyfriend?
You looked down in a way when you talked about it.
That was your tell.
My tell?
That's a word they use in poker.
It's when somebody does something.
That gives it away.
So what's your point?
Don't lie to me.
(dramatic music)
So, what are we dealing with exactly, Mr.
Lockwood?
Well, the details are a little bit
sketchy at this point, sir, but from what I
understand, a C-class
operative has single-handedly
wiped out the Eunice office.
We've tried several times to neutralize
him, but so far it has not worked.
I see. What happened in the parking garage?
I'm also afraid to say two of our
agents are still in intensive care as we
speak.
But they blew it.
Can we count on the backup unit to
take care of things as safely
and inconspicuously as possible?
Well, from what I hear, the backup team is pretty good.
I really haven't met them yet.
Well, we'll just have to count on
their capabilities to deliver him to us.
I'm not a spy.
I'm an analyst.
I study data on military takeovers and
market crashes from around the world.
Then I make up possible scenarios on
how it could affect the U.S. That's what
I do.
I've never heard of Gamma Division.
That's because Gamma doesn't exist officially.
We're the third network.
We handle all the things the FBI doesn't
have control over and what the CIA can't take care of.
Why did you come to me?
I told you already.
You're my friend.
Look, I am not your friend.
Do you understand that?
You need help.
But not from me.
I mean, you need a doctor.
I did that once today.
The guy tried to set me up.
So if everyone you know has betrayed you,
what makes you think I'll be any different?
Because I know you.
You mean you think you know me.
You graduated from the Air Force
Academy with a bachelor's in microbiology.
Then you moved to Harvard where you received
a master's in genetic engineering,
only to give it all up to become an artist.
Is he armed?
We don't know.
I've had the computer running through
the possible codes since it happened.
How soon will you have it?
It could be a second, a day, a month.
Who knows?
There are probably 700
billion code combinations here.
Look, don't worry about it.
I have the PDT activated.
We'll be able to track him now.
I mean, no matter what happens,
he's going to come right to me anyway.
How do you know?
Because a father knows his son.
Ever since this happened,
nobody recognizes me anymore.
I mean, it's as if I never existed.
All the traces of my life are gone.
It just doesn't make any sense.
When did you first notice things were wrong?
Today, back at the office right before it happened.
Jesus!
What?
The files!
Why didn't I think about that before?
Come on.
We'll go off for a drive.
(dramatic music)
It's about time.
We're clear on four.
Looks okay to me.
You sure this is working?
Let's bring this baby up.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
Son of a bitch!
Day four!
Move it!
It's not coming up.
What is it?
The files is gone.
Let me just run it through again.
It's gone.
(dramatic music)
I got it.
Let's go.
Go back!
(dramatic music)
Come on, Jesse.
(dramatic music)
You're hit.
You're hit.
Hit?
You're shot!
You've been shot!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Look at this!
They wasted me!
He wasted me!
I didn't feel anything.
It doesn't hurt.
(dramatic music)
What's happening?
Sir, we've got a trace of them.
No shit. Where are they?
I-10, headed for New Mexico.
Get the van.
We're moving in ten minutes.
Operation Suspect Device
was headed by Dr. Charles
Flint from the Hagen Institute
in Roswell, New Mexico.
That's the place Fred was talking about.
What is Operation Suspect Device?
I can't really tell from this.
It's something big, though.
Global power structure, natural security.
Looks like funding was cut, so they had to shut down.
You think Eunice was involved with it somehow?
I think Eunice wasn't supposed to know about it.
I talked about it when it was killed.
What could be worth killing that many people over?
I really appreciate this.
I mean, I... This is so weird.
What?
You thinking me at gunpoint?
It's empty.
You shit.
I ran out a long time ago.
So how come that smile
never attracted the right guy?
Oh, look.
That gun gives you the right to kidnap
me, not ask about my personal life.
(dramatic music)
You believe me?
I believe you're in trouble.
You're searching for something.
I've never felt so alone in my life.
Welcome to reality.
Reality?
The eternal punishment for the perfectionist.
(dramatic music)
(plane engine roars)
What do we got, Pierce?
He'll be at the institute in 15 minutes.
15 minutes.
(plane engine roars)
Dan, Jared, go to see Dr. Flint.
He's expecting you.
Go ahead.
(dramatic music)
Excuse me.
Is Dr. Flint's office over here?
Dan, Dan, put the gun away.
Come on.
I didn't even know I had it.
Wow, man.
You look like about ten miles worth of bad road.
I take it you're here to see the doc?
Walk this way.
Are you sure this is the right place?
Make yourselves at home, folks.
The doctor is in.
(dramatic music)
Don't do that again.
(dramatic music)
Oh.
Like that picture, huh?
Yeah, it was taken when we
all graduated from Harvard.
We were a tight-knit bunch in those days.
I am really glad to see that you're
still relatively in one piece, Dan.
How do you know my name?
Know it?
Well, man, I thought it up.
What are you talking about?
I'm saying that you are being afforded an
experience that very few
people get in their lifetime.
You're meeting your maker.
I'm Dr. Charles Flint.
But you can call me Charlie.
Or if you like, God.
(laughter)
(dramatic music)
Actually, my partner and I thought up the
whole suspect device project one night when we
were tripping on a tab of outstanding brown acid.
No, really, we said if we could come
up with the ultimate secret weapon, what would it be?
Well, first, it would have to be secret, right?
That means it would not be able
to look like a weapon on the outside.
Second, its firepower would have to have the
potential of wiping out lots of people, right?
So what's the thing that blends in best in a crowd?
A person.
Next, what weapon has the greatest
potential of wiping out lots of people?
A bomb.
What kind of bomb, you may ask?
A nuclear bomb.
So what did we do?
We genetically engineered a cross between
a man and a bomb and we came up with
you.
Hence the name suspect device.
It's what the bomb squad boys call a
suspicious-looking package
that might or might not go boom.
Okay, enough with the psychedelic bullshit.
How about some straight answers?
Dan, this is the real McCoy.
If you don't believe me, ask Mom.
I believe you've met
my partner, Dr. Jessica
Parker, the prodigy of our class.
Welcome home, Jesses.
Been a while.
Dan, I'm sorry.
I had to. There was no other way.
Good work.
(dramatic music)
Okay.
According to this, he's right inside.
About two meters to the east.
All right.
Gentlemen, remember he's
got a civilian with him, a woman.
So do not, I repeat, do not
open fire until I tell you to do so.
We're only here to monitor them.
What happens if they engage us, sir?
Then we take him out without firepower.
You understand?
No hop along Cassidy with a six gun.
Now get out of here.
Go, go.
Goddamn MTV generation, all
they understand is guns, guns, guns.
So sick.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
It's the death of the Cold War
and the birth of political correctness.
Our little baby just wasn't too hip anymore.
I mean, now if you want to bomb
somebody, you have to tell them about it
beforehand.
They cut our funding.
Government shut us down.
All seven of you were housed in the
Eunice building and when they tried
to dismantle you, you fought back.
A little error we made in the program.
Survival instinct.
How can I be a bomb?
I'm human.
You are human partially.
You're a cybernetic organism.
Genetically engineered
flesh and blood on the outside.
Microchips and robotics on the inside.
But at your center, a one megaton nuclear device.
I mean, it's relatively small by today's standards.
What about my life?
My experiences?
My memories?
Wrong.
Our memories.
Our experiences.
Plus a few fantasies thrown in.
Implants, my boy.
How about police?
My wife?
Christian? Did you go and see her?
Oh, man!
I hope you scared the shit out of her, man.
That bitch!
Charlie.
Well, she took half of everything I earned.
Look, I programmed all the good
times we had together into you.
We were good together for a
while, till the money started coming in.
I can imagine she seemed a little
different from the way you remembered her.
And my friend.
What about my friend?
I thought you'd been deprogrammed when I left
the project, but originally I was
implanted in all the C-Series as a sort of
fail-safe in the remote chance that this
would happen, then I could be
your guide back here where it's safe.
Since you really had no life experience outside
of our lab, the more memories and experiences
we programmed into you, the more human you
would seem and in turn become the perfect cover.
Once we set you to go off, all
you had to do was walk into any
city in the world and go boom.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
It's all right, people.
No need to get up for me.
Take it easy, Artie.
Don't get your civvies in a bunch.
They're just suits from Gamma Division.
Don't judge them too harshly.
They're just a little mentally arthritic.
Wait outside.
It's the assholes that tried to kill me.
Dan, you don't seem to be listening.
They are trying to keep people from being killed.
More people, I should say.
Let me ask you something.
What happened that last day at Eunice?
I took a nap.
And I dreamt that these assassins hit the
office and killed everybody when I woke up.
It was real.
Dreaming?
You weren't dreaming.
You killed them.
You killed them all, you son of a bitch.
I think you won't find this interesting, Dan.
(dramatic music)
I remember that guy with the dark hair.
We take him out?
I don't know if you remember receiving a file on him.
I didn't do... (dramatic music)
We knew there was never
any danger of it arming itself.
It can only be armed by a computer.
Wait a minute.
Wait just one minute.
Are you telling me this person, this thing
is a goddamn robot?
I've been on fucking robot
extermination detail these past two days.
And he's got a nuclear bomb inside him.
Nuclear.
As in mushroom cloud, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, nuclear.
What the hell did you tell me
about this sci-fi horse shit, Charlie?
We popped enough caps for
this kid to blow ten warheads.
We hit him in the right place,
it sets him off, doesn't it?
Relax.
Like we said, the only way to
blow the bomb is to arm it, and the
only way to arm it is through our computer.
I mean, come on, man.
We're never in any danger.
All your bullets can do is incapacitate him.
If he's hit with enough, his body
will shut down while it repairs itself.
He cannot be killed?
Only way is through detonation.
Or dismantling.
Then what are we standing around for?
Part his ass down the middle.
We gotta get rid of that bomb.
So I'm the bad guy in all this?
Well, in a manner of speaking, I
mean, come on, Dan, if you fell into the
wrong hands, well, you can guess the rest.
Code detection complete.
What is it?
We got it.
Got what?
His access code.
When you all broke out of Eunice, the
technicians were able to disable most of you
by punching in your access codes
into one of these keypad units.
Unfortunately, they died before they were able to
get to you, and the computer that had
all the combination codes was destroyed.
But my computer has been working around the
clock ever since to weed yours out,
and this is the key that controls you.
So...
We want to try something very risky.
It's an operation to remove and disarm the
bomb, but there is a slight chance that
the bomb could be armed in the process.
It wasn't designed for removal, and
once it's armed, it can't be stopped.
There's another failsafe in case you were captured.
But if it's successful, we'll reprogram you.
You won't even remember any of
this, and you can start a new life.
That's the least we can do.
What do you say?
What can I say?
Sounds great.
(dramatic music)
Guys, family.
Welcome home, Dan.
Yeah, let me give you the tour.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
We actually had enough
money left over from the original
grant to develop these.
The D-Series.
My newest project.
Unfortunately, we only had
enough funding to actually build two.
These little babies make you
look practically obsolete, my man.
What are they sleeping?
Well, programming.
All I gotta do, wake them up with
the right code, and they are ready to
rock and roll.
Oh, check this out.
Nothin' up his sleeve.
And...
Presto!
(dramatic music)
Pretty amazing, huh?
Their tissue heals and regenerates
ten times faster than yours does.
Just, I was unable to enhance their neural
chips to an unprecedented level on these.
Did these have bombs?
No, no, no.
No bombs.
The male is a combat labor model, the
female, intelligence gathering and surveillance.
This time, I implanted DAX chips inside of them.
Punch in the right code, we override their
systems, and prevent precisely the same
kind of problems we had with you, Dan.
State of the art.
Wave of the future.
Mark my words.
Can they dream?
Doesn't everybody?
Here we are.
Just lie down and make yourself comfortable, Dan.
I cheated too long now.
(phone rings)
Thank God he didn't fight back.
Sir, when's the director arriving?
He's waiting for us now.
Are you coming, Jesse?
Yeah.
How are you feeling?
We're gonna go through with it.
Charlie's gonna remove the
bomb, I'm gonna reprogram you.
Next time you wake up, this
will all seem like a bad dream.
I'm getting pretty sick of bad dreams.
I'm sorry to put you through this.
Your self-awareness
surpassed all of our expectations.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
When do we do it?
About 15 minutes.
And then what?
You can start a new life.
(dramatic music)
Okay, Dan.
I'm gonna go in and shut you down manually.
Before you do, I'm assuming that you don't arm the bomb.
What are you going to do with it when you're done?
We return it to the defense department.
They dismantle the bomb
and transfer the plutonium
to a storage facility for safekeeping.
And if you arm it?
I'm not giving myself that option.
Right.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
Is he out?
Yes, sir.
How long will it be?
Oh, not long.
We have to go in and cut his motors
and his central nervous system to ensure
brain death.
What?
Wait a minute, you promised me!
You son of a bitch!
Jesse, I can't remove the bomb without arming it.
Everything I told you before was bullshit.
When you left the program, they made
me install the extreme prejudice system.
I didn't want to pull a fast one
over you, but I had to get him
in here without a fight.
Charlie.
I am sorry.
Now, we're going to set his bomb
to go off in an hour, drop him off
in an abandoned storage facility, and
then move on to bigger and better things.
I'm shutting down his motor system now.
(dramatic music)
Shit.
(dramatic music)
You can't bluff a bluffer.
Your device has been
activated, Mr. Jericho.
If you leave this installation,
you'll be responsible
for the deaths of millions of
innocent people, including Dr. Parker.
Is that true?
You can't deactivate it?
Once the clock has been
activated, it can't be stopped.
Fuck it.
Let's get down there.
(dramatic music)
I'm afraid you can't be allowed
to leave like this, Dr. Parker.
I'm sure you'll understand.
You're so...
When you're through
with Mr. Jericho, take Dr.
Parker along with you.
Since they want to be together so badly,
let their ashes mix together in oblivion.
Open the door.
Gentlemen.
I didn't want this, Jesse.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
He doesn't stand a chance.
You think it's a good idea to be
tossing around a nuclear device
like some goddamn hacky sack ball?
The only way that bomb
blows is when its clock hits zero.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
It's done, sir.
Very good.
Now hurry up.
He's only got 30 minutes left on his clock.
Where are they taking them?
To an abandoned test facility out by Yucca Flats.
It's very deep.
It's very remote.
No chance of civilians being infected by the
fallout or even knowing about the blast.
Well, thank God.
There is no God.
(helicopter blades whir)
(dramatic music)
Detection commencing.
(dramatic music)
(thuds) (grunts)
(thuds) (grunts)
Detection complete.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
How much time is left, Dr. Flint?
About 20 minutes.
Are you sure we're safe from a blast in here?
We're 10 miles away, surrounded
by 12 feet of steel and concrete.
Jesse!
Dan!
(dramatic music)
How much time is left?
If you hurry, we're gonna make it.
Were gonna have a little company.
Oh, no.
This ain't going.
Come on. Let's
go. Come on, baby.
Let's go.
Oh, God.
Excuse me.
This seat's taken.
Oh, shit.
(dramatic music)
(helicopter blades whir)
(thuds) (grunts)
(helicopter blades whir)
So, how much longer?
Eight minutes and ten seconds.
God, where the hell are they?
No need to panic, gentlemen.
If we lose these particular machines,
we can always produce new ones.
Correct, Doctor?
As long as someone keeps paying for them.
They're back.
I knew they'd make it.
Hope we're not interrupting.
Dan!
But you...
How'd... I guess you just did
too good a job with me, Charlie.
I mean, I couldn't go on living
without thanking you personally.
Dan, Jess, listen.
I can try to deactivate the bomb.
I know I can do it.
You just give me a shot.
He's lying.
What, let these goons go on making toys like me?
I don't think so.
This is gonna end.
This is gonna end now.
I'm sorry, Dan.
Go back to the helicopter.
We've still got just enough
time to get away from the blast.
Buddies?
Buddies.
Don't give up, huh?
The right guy's waiting for you out there somewhere.
Now get going.
You've just got five minutes.
Hi, guys. What's the matter? Have a seat.
(dramatic music)
Dan, you're stupid.
You arrogant son of a bitch.
This is all your fault, you know that?
Hey, man, I don't dig this.
You don't dig this, you ponytail, draft card
-burning, Dillon-listening
motherfucker, you don't dig this?
Let me tell you something.
When I was at Kent State, I was a National Guardsman.
Yes, and on that fateful day, I aimed
to kill them, you commie piece of garbage.
Arnie, get a life.
Two minutes to detonation.
What life?
Let's be reasonable here, Dan.
Reasonable?
You want to speak to me about reason?
You're the reason.
I'm the product of your reason.
Now I'm the solution.
What if I told you that by killing me,
you really would be doing the world in?
I'm the only one that knows how
to properly dismantle the C-Series.
And I'm the last of my tribe.
You're wrong.
One of the C-Series got out when you
were unconscious, and I'm the only one
that knows how to take him
out when he finally resurfaces.
Come on, Dan!
This is all I ask to end the game.
And I'm calling you out.
What do you say?
That's your town.
You're bluffing, my friend.
And you can't bluff a bluffer.
Oh, well.
Gentlemen, I've been saving
these for a very special occasion.
Trust me when I say that they will
make this experience a lot more pleasant.
Anything you want.
I can get you anything.
I can make you anything you want.
You want to run the head of a division?
You got that.
I can get you a seat in the Senate.
I can arrange that.
Just tell me what you want, goddammit!
Peace on Earth.
Goodwill for men.
One minute to detonation.
(dramatic music)
Gentlemen, we have 46 seconds left.
Any last requests?
I shouldn't even be here.
I should be home watching Soul Train.
I don't know why I should.
It's not over yet, man.
Your brother still lives and will
be the bringer of the apocalypse.
I'm an only child, Doc.
30 seconds to detonation.
29, 28, 27, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22,
21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15,
14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8,
7, 6.
Detonation sequence aborted.
Gentlemen, I quit.
You seem to be having a little problem
with your detonation sequence there.
Maybe I should take this as
a sign from god to reconsider.
Yes!
Yes!
No, man.
I programmed you to be an atheist.
Detonation sequence resumed.
2, 1.
(dramatic music)
Hi, Jessie.
Whoo!
I've had a real bad day.
So don't tell me you don't know who I am.
Of course I do.
Drive.
Please?
(dramatic music)
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