Lawnmower Man 2: Beyond Cyberspace (1996) - full transcript
After the destruction of Virtual Space Industries at the end of the first film, Jobe is discovered in the rubble and is brought to the facilities of Jonathan Walker (Kevin Conway), a powerful corporate tycoon, where his face is reconstructed and he is hooked back online through virtual reality to work for Walker. Several years later, in a dystopian Los Angeles, Peter Parkette (Austin O'Brien), is now a teenager and a computer hacker living in the subways with a group of runaway teenagers after the events of the first film. Jobe finds Peter online and asks him to find Benjamin Trace (Patrick Bergin), the founder of virtual reality. After finding Trace and bringing him to his hideout, Peter discovers Jobe is looking to start a new world order, using Walker's technology. Now, Trace, Peter, Trace's former lover Cori (Ely Pouget), and Peter's friends, are on a race against time to stop Jobe and Walker from enslaving humanity through virtual reality.
(light string music)
(explosion booming)
(program beeping)
(fire roaring)
(program beeping)
(explosion booming)
Access denied. Access denied.
(explosion booming)
Access denied. Access denied.
Access granted.
(virtual figure screaming)
(explosion booming)
(gavel bangs)
You can't take the chyron
chip away from me.
It's my idea, my design,
my patent.
Dr. Trace, you have to
defend your patent
for the chyron chip.
The investors have financed the
development of the chip.
By law, if they can't be repaid,
the patent belongs to them.
You can't give it to them.
They will pollute the vision
of everything my chyron
chip stands for.
(dramatic music)
(men shouting indistinctly)
(glass shattering)
We got a live one over here.
Get the gurney.
Pull gurney up.
We have to repair this shattered
maxillary fracture.
But we're gonna lose him
if we don't get this damn
artery clamped off.
We're losing vital signs.
Get me RD 40.
Heart stopped. We need
the defibrillator.
Clear!
One, two, three!
(helicopter blades whirring)
Hey.
Patient is a male, late 20s.
Multiple amputee, smoke
lesions on the lungs,
and third-degree burns over
80% of his body.
Transfer from county?
Mm-hmm.
They amputated both of his legs
and reconstructed his face.
Well, what's the verdict?
It's hard to tell.
There's so many different
pathways for the interface.
Only one way to find out.
Hello, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater.
What does that mean?
It means he can hear us.
What is your name?
What your is name?
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater.
Maybe his name's Peter.
(sighs) I'll try this.
Had a wife, but
couldn't keep her.
Couldn't keep her. (Laughs)
Had a wife, but
couldn't keep her.
Jobe.
Hello, Jobe.
(soft mysterious music)
Jobe. Tell me about yourself.
Empty space.
It's all just empty
space inside.
Like it's been erased.
I want you to try and visualize
all the people and places
that you've had contact
with in your life.
Just relax and let the
images come to you.
(computer beeping)
Jobe. Hey, Jobe!
Hi, Peter.
Look what I got.
Is that the new "Cosmic Man"?
Yeah. It's great.
Wow. Thanks, buddy.
You're welcome.
Happy birthday, Jobe.
Make a wish.
(Peter laughs)
Excuse me, Jobe.
I'm Jonathan Walker.
I run this place.
I now own the patent to
the chyron chip,
and you can build the
chip for me.
(Jobe breathing rapidly)
(Jobe whimpering)
Jobe, there's nothing
to be afraid of.
Virtual reality will
rehabilitate your mind
and eventually your body.
You'll be all right. I promise.
Just concentrate, okay?
We'll try some music.
(machinery beeping)
(classical string music)
(sparks crackling)
Warning. Input exceeds maximum.
Warning. Input exceeds maximum.
(explosion booming)
Warning.
Input exceeds maximum.
(siren blaring)
Access granted.
(program sizzling)
(bright orchestral music)
Hey, Matt! Matt!
Come here.
Have you seen Peter?
No. Sorry.
Hey, Jonathan!
(pedestrians chattering)
Service has been
temporarily interrupted
on metro five.
(engines humming)
(siren wailing faintly)
(light string music)
Get down on your
knees and repent!
Man destroys man!
Save yourself before the end!
Save yourself before the end!
Get down and pray
for forgiveness
before the fire and
the destruction!
(buttons beeping)
Thank you.
Your videophone access
code is approved.
Hi, darling!
Hi.
(bright string music)
Yeah!
(Jade laughs)
Oh, that was awesome.
Here. Let me see.
Cool.
Here.
(sparks sizzle)
(man screams)
Travis!
Crap. (Laughs)
Man, are you okay?
Man, are you crazy, Peter?
You know you can't hurt me.
What's up, Sis?
How long, Travis?
Right now. Did you get it?
Ask Peter.
Just shoulder surfed it
on the way over.
Oh my god, you're a saint!
Thank you.
Come on. Let's go inside.
Let's do it.
I've got us patched into
the fiber optics.
You've got the access code.
Man, we're set.
What's up, Shawn?
Hey. What's up, Travis?
(dog barks)
How about a taste of remote
presence, my friends?
All hooked up and ready to go.
All right!
Hey, let's use the
cybercycles disk.
No way, man. I'm flying.
I am flying, man.
Hey, me, too.
I've been waiting for
this all day.
(machinery beeping)
Please enter
videophone access code.
Trap-door access to
cyberspace granted.
Yeah!
Please stand by for entry.
All right!
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four,
three, two, one.
Trap door open. Enter now.
(machinery buzzing)
(intermingling voices warbling)
(exciting orchestral music)
Yeah!
Whoo!
(explosion booms)
Hey, Peter, what's happening?
What's going on?
(dog barking)
Whoa!
(kids screaming)
(kids grunting)
What's going on?
(artillery booming)
What happened?
Who's doing this?
(dog barking)
Shawn, the cybercycles.
Yeah.
Harvey!
Harvey, put in the
cybercycle disk.
Harvey, can you hear me?
Put in the cybercycle disk now!
(computer beeping)
No one jacks out till we find
who's doing this.
(intense music)
(blast booming)
(man groans)
(soft tense music)
Jobe?
You're alive. How can that be?
There isn't time, Peter. I
need your help.
I'm dying.
What do you mean, dying?
The cyberscape is dying,
and so am I, right
along with it.
I'm trapped here, Peter.
You've got to help me.
I don't get it.
I need you to find someone for
me, Benjamin Trace.
What?
Dr. Benjamin Trace.
He's in seclusion somewhere.
You've got to bring him, Peter.
When the cyberscape dies,
so do I.
What if he won't jack in?
Tell him I'm building
his chyron chip,
and I need to know about the
Egypt link to complete it.
No!
Ah!
Peter!
Peter!
Um, I don't think he's breathing.
What do we do?
Um, let's try CPR.
Hurry up! We're running
out of time.
All right!
One one thousand,
two one thousand, three
one thousand,
four one thousand, five one
thousand. Breathe!
Breathe, Peter. Breathe.
One one thousand, two
one thousand,
three one thousand,
four one thousand,
five one thousand. Breathe!
It's not working!
All right, one more time.
Come on, Peter. Breathe.
No!
One one thousand,
two one thousand, three one
thousand, four one thousand.
(Peter coughing)
All right. Come on. Get up.
You okay?
If you knew you were in danger,
you should have jacked out,
you jerk!
That was the most remarkable
example of telepresence
I've ever experienced.
(tense music)
All personnel, clear the floor.
VIP arriving.
All personnel, clear the floor.
VIP arriving.
All personnel, clear the floor.
VIP arriving.
I want to talk to Halloway
person to person.
I don't want any other nonsense
around at the time.
Well, Senator Greenspan.
How wonderful to see you again.
Welcome to the Virtual
Light Institute.
Thank you.
I'd like to introduce you
to my head of research and
development, Dr. Cori Platt.
Oh, right.
Nice to see you, Senator.
Nice to meet you.
And this is Jennifer.
Please come with me, Senator.
Senator.
Virtual Light.
Until now, no one has
had the ability
to create an entire
computer network
based within virtual reality.
Of course, when I complete my
Virtual Light uplink,
I'll render all other
systems obsolete.
Virtual reality has evolved
from a simulation to an
actual place.
Watch your head.
Those monitors will kill you.
So, it's like a whole new
world out there.
Uh-huh, full of
interesting possibilities.
Exactly. We-
I love a man that does his
homework, don't you, Doctor?
But, Senator, what's
holding us back
is final congressional
approval of our license.
Ah, and this.
[Senator Greenspan] Ah, yes,
this must be
the famous chyron chip that
everybody's talking about.
The key to my Virtual
Light uplink.
Hmm.
(mysterious music)
Since the information
superhighway
has left people feeling isolated
from their fellow man,
the Virtual Light Institute
will bring cultures and
resources together
in one continuous
virtual environment.
And this is our main
control room,
hub of all our operations here
at Virtual Light.
I'm still a little unclear
as to how all this
fits together.
Well, I'm sure Dr. Platt
will enlighten you.
Jennifer, please.
(buttons beeping)
The outer circle represents
the real world.
The inner one, virtual reality.
The spokes are the different
pathways between the two.
The chyron chip will open up
these pathways simultaneously,
so a network based inside VR can
be accessed by everyone.
Uh-huh.
So, next miracle.
Please.
Jennifer.
When you hook into the library
of my virtual city,
you'll hook into every
library in the world.
And ultimately, the chip will
bring everything online
for everyone.
Well, yes, it's very pretty,
Jonathan,
but I think we'd be placing
quite a concentration of
power in your lap.
Hmm. My lap is your lap,
Senator.
Twinkie?
How'd it go?
Walker makes me feel like
the star poodle
in his dog show.
At least you get top billing.
No. Walker always
gets top billing.
Of course he didn't mention the
fact that it's you
completing the chyron chip and
designing the virtual city.
I don't mind.
I care how other people see you,
how they perceive you.
That's your world, Dr. Platt,
not mine.
My world is in here.
Out there, people look at me,
and they see half a person.
But in here, they see what I
want them to see.
How I really am.
(soft instrumental music)
Here.
I don't see half a person, Jobe.
That's your world.
Good night, Jobe.
(engine humming)
(knocking on door)
(pounding on door)
What do you want?
You sure don't look like
the father of virtual
reality to me.
What?
You're Dr. Benjamin Trace,
right?
He's dead.
Dead?
That's not what they said
in the internet.
The internet, they said he was,
like, living here.
The Benjamin Trace you want is
resting in peace,
so I suggest you get on that
cool bike of yours
and go on home.
I don't know what Jobe
was thinking.
He's just crazy.
Trippy fool invented some
kind of chyron chip.
What did you say?
Chyron chip.
Come inside.
So what's your name, kid?
Peter, Doc.
(laughs) Call me Trace.
Trace.
Well, Peter, you know,
it's all here,
all the answers.
In the earth,
in the water,
and in the air.
Yeah.
The reason I came is because my
friend Jobe is dying.
He said that you're the only one
that could save him.
You seem a bit young
to know anything about
the chyron chip.
Well, Jobe told me about it.
Who's Jobe?
He was a lawnmower man
back when my mom was
still alive.
He was my best friend,
but now he's stuck in
virtual reality.
What's he know about it?
He's building it.
He's building it?
Yeah. That's what he said.
So are you gonna help or what?
I don't live that life anymore,
Peter.
All that technology, it just
consumes the soul.
Check this out.
I need your help.
You can find me at the Third
Street station, tunnel 11,
if you ever change your mind.
(gentle instrumental music)
(computer beeping)
(computer warbling)
(explosion booming)
Dr. Benjamin Trace.
Only he can stop this.
What if he won't jack in?
Tell him I'm building
his chyron chip.
(dramatic music)
(thunder cracking)
Attention passengers,
all metro blue line trains
have been canceled
due to flooding.
(pedestrians shouting)
Hustle, you guys.
They want us out of here.
Hey, come inside!
(engines humming)
(pedestrians shouting)
My dog does not stink.
Yes, he does, Shawn.
The funk is burning my eyes.
He does not stink!
I looked at him and I
almost went blind.
It does not!
We all know Harv used
to be a poodle.
He looks like a
chihuahua on steroids!
(pounding on door)
Who is it?
Peter?
Trace?
Hi.
You know this guy, Peter?
Back off, guys.
This is the guy Jobe told me
about, all right?
You all live down here?
Oh, no. This is just our
summer cottage.
I love your ventilation system.
Listen, I think this guy
can help us, okay?
Adults have betrayed me
my whole life.
You know that, Peter.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey! Look, Travis.
You don't have to trust him.
You just got to trust Peter.
Yeah!
So you're the Einstein of VR?
I'll take that as a compliment,
Travis.
You know, Einstein made a few
mistakes himself.
What are these?
Man, you must really
be a dinosaur.
See the electroplates
on the sides?
They hit your temple and tap
into certain neurons,
giving you full
neurosensory involvement.
You can actually feel?
Exactly.
See, that's why we gotta
save Jobe, though,
"cause it's real in there.
If he dies in there, he's
gonna die out here.
You sure Jobe needs saving?
What are you trying to say?
Jobe wouldn't lie to me.
He's not that type of person.
You said you couldn't
trust any adult.
He's not like you.
I mean, he's like a kid.
At least he was until...
Until what?
Until my next-door neighbor
did some experiments
with him in VR
and turned him from a
simpleton into a genius.
Look, we're wasting time.
You can ask him yourself in VR.
Ready?
Yeah. Let's hook it up.
Let's do it.
Okay.
Doc, here's your stuff.
Oh, I don't want to go into VR.
Why not?
I'm not ready.
I don't know.
Scared I might get lost
or something.
Fine. I'll go in.
Okay.
(computer humming)
Trap-door access to
cyberspace granted.
Please stand by for entry.
(VR program blasting)
(Jobe cawing)
Welcome to my world, Peter.
Did you bring the good doctor?
No. He's watching.
He won't jack in.
Jack in, jack off. What's
the difference?
Scared of the boogeyman, Doctor?
You can at least humor me with a
point of view, can't ya?
It's a pleasure to finally
meet you, Doctor.
I feel like we're almost,
I'm blushing, family.
(laughs) I don't think so, Jobe.
Don't be so sure.
Incest, the game the whole
family can play!
"My brother's my daddy!"
(kids snickering)
We have a lot in common, Dr.
Trace.
We're both unwanted,
underappreciated,
and ahead of our time.
The difference is, your
time was then.
My time is now.
It's a short ride, Jobe.
Enjoy it while you can.
Oh, I plan to enjoy it for a
very long time, Doctor.
You see, I found the
secret to immortality
in the chyron chip.
Where is the chyron chip?
Come with me now, won't you?
(electricity crackling)
There she is!
Miss chyron chip!
It's taken years of work,
but our chyron chip is
finally a reality.
(Jobe humming "Jaws" theme song)
Look what I'm doing, Doctor.
Isn't it amazing?
You don't look like
you're in danger.
What do you want?
Egypt.
(laughs) Come on, don't
hold back on me.
It's a hidden nano-routine
encoded into the design of
the chyron chip.
I'm not going to help you.
Tell you what, you share
Egypt with me,
and I'll share with you
technological knowledge
beyond your wildest dreams.
Think of this as your world,
too, Doctor.
Your work helped create it.
My work is to build it.
Now tell me, Doctor, what
does Egypt mean?
I'm not going to tell you.
You're insane.
You don't understand its power,
Jobe.
Oh, but I do, Doctor.
In three days, I'll be in every
system in the world.
No.
Tell me what Egypt means,
Doctor,
before I get really
fucking pissed off!
Get out of there, Peter.
Peter, get out of there!
Get him out!
Peter!
Get out!
This is getting out of control!
I don't know what's wrong.
I've never seen Jobe
like that before!
(dramatic music)
(machinery beeping)
West Covina local
departing platform B, level C.
For customer service or cashier,
follow the blue line to
passage 9, level 4.
San Fernando express now
arriving, platform D.
Hey! Hey! Whoa!
Whoa! Ho, ho!
No, no!
(intense music)
Shh. Shh!
I thought you said
that trains didn't run
through these tunnels.
They don't!
(computer beeping)
Oh, my god. It's
heading right for us!
Emergency procedures at once!
Get out of here.
But this is our home!
Get out of here! Get
out of here! Go!
Dispatch, do something!
Implement emergency
procedures immediately!
Implement emergency
procedures immediately!
Dispatch, shut all systems down!
Come on!
Come on, come on!
Jade, Peter, hurry up! Run!
Go, Travis! Go!
(computer beeping)
(computer buzzing)
The game is afoot.
(tense music)
Close left. Code red!
The caboose is loose.
Please, god!
Unauthorized access
going forward.
(train rumbling)
Come on, let's go!
Go!
(train crashing)
(driver screaming)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic music)
(all screaming)
Go! Run, run!
Run!
Go!
Peter! Peter!
This way!
Harvey, come back!
There's an exit at the end!
Forget about that dog, Shawn!
Come on up!
Yes!
All right, it's open!
(explosion booming)
(man screaming)
Shawn, let's go! Come on!
Shawn, let's go!
I can't get up!
I can't leave Harvey here.
Come on, Shawn!
(fire blast rumbling)
(Shawn grunting)
Come on, Trace, pull!
Get out of there!
(fire blast booming)
Good boy.
Let's get out of here!
It's gonna blow!
(people scream)
(Trace screams)
(blast booms)
(solemn music)
Man. (Exhales forcefully)
Level five technician
to robotics,
division two.
Chandara to quality control.
(eerie music)
Now let's deal with the
true believers.
Show me all the contributors
to fundamental world religions
over the past five years.
Each user thinks that they
have total privacy.
Every time anyone logs on to
Virtual Light uplink,
we'll know every goddamn
thing about them.
Now show me all
hypocritical democrats
making over $300,000 a year.
(computer beeping)
That train was no accident,
was it?
Not a chance.
Man, now we've lost our home
and the cyberscape.
Jobe did it so he could
build his city.
Like this world didn't suck
enough already.
I think that's just a taste
of what he can do
if he goes online.
It can't get any worse.
I mean, what's with this
Egypt thing, Doc?
Doesn't he need that from you?
If Jobe's worried about Egypt,
it means he's about to
use that chip
to its full hideous potential.
Which is?
Enter every and any
system in the world
and take over through VR.
So is there any way to stop him,
or should we just start digging
up our own graves?
We've got to get the
chyron chip from him
before he figures out Egypt.
That's what we've got to do.
Federal library?
If we can use their computers
to track down Jobe,
we'll find the chip.
That's right, Peter.
You are illegally parked.
Let's go.
Jade?
Initiate image regeneration.
You've got to help me.
Isn't that just like
a recording?
No. We've got to strip away the
layers within the program
to discover who the software
that Jobe used to enter VR
was licensed to.
We've got a problem.
I can't get past the memory lock
to isolate the chain.
Simple. Just enhance
the memory index.
What have we got here?
Actualize data.
Point five.
Here we go.
Execute worm function.
Get 'em.
Enhance.
Redimensionalize variables.
Ta-da!
(Jade gasps)
All we have to do now is access
Datatronic systems.
I'm right with you, Doc.
Okay. There's our
registered owner. Platt.
I'm accessing phone
listings now.
Okay, we've got 43 Platts.
See if you've got a Cori Platt.
C-O-R-I.
No Cori, but we've got three C.
Platts.
One's a PhD.
Bring up the doctor.
(gentle string music)
Whoa!
She...
Hey, Trace, pull over.
Aren't we going to Dr.
Platt's apartment?
Yeah, but first we
gotta get a tracker
so she can lead us to the chip.
It's locked.
So, how are they gonna do this?
No problem. My brother
can handle it.
Really?
He's great at this kinda stuff.
(glass shattering)
(alarm blaring)
It's unlocked.
Let's go shopping!
Unauthorized contact.
Stand back from the gate.
(eerie music)
Well, the extra day I got
Greenspan to stay was useless.
That liberal idiot is on his way
back to Washington right now
to recommend that they rescind
our license to go online.
If we lose that license,
we're dead.
(hydraulic door lift hisses)
(computer beeping)
Accessing LAX reservation file.
Passenger Robert Greenspan,
flight 3701.
Access number 3701 flight
navigation computer.
Access denied.
Access granted.
Reset system.
Auto pilot descent
from 30,000 feet.
Warning! Altitude, 15,000 feet.
Execute.
(ominous music)
We've lost the instrument panel.
Activate auto pilot.
Auto pilot activated.
Descent rate increasing.
Override auto pilot.
What? Oh!
I can't!
Contact approach.
Declare an emergency.
(passengers shrieking)
Oh, my god!
(explosion booming)
(laughs) Oops.
(tense music)
(computer beeps)
Open top-secret files.
Request data transcripts.
Jobe, Virtual Light.
(computer clacking)
You're awfully nosy, aren't you,
Guillermo?
(Guillermo screams)
Cori.
Trace.
Hi. You haven't forgotten me?
Not for lack of trying.
How have you been?
Fine, Ben. What do you want?
I need to talk to you.
About Jobe.
He's not what you think he is.
Neither were you.
He's very dangerous, Cori.
Hardly.
And what makes you think you
can just show up here
and entertain a
conversation with me?
Please. I know you're angry.
You have every right
to be angry.
I'm not angry. I'm leaving.
Cori.
What?
Let's go.
You look terrific.
More beautiful than I remember.
Okay, has Jobe used up all the
memory in your system?
Every printed word, thought, and
deed in human history
couldn't begin to fill the type
of memory we're using.
Because of my chyron chip.
I heard you deserted that
project, just like you did us.
I'm sorry you lost the patent.
I don't want pity, Cori.
I want the chip.
And you want me to help you
get it. Forget it!
You should know what
Jobe is up to.
Don't patronize me, Trace.
I'm not your student anymore.
He tried to kill me, Cori.
You mustn't let him go online.
Check his data file!
You'll be surprised at what
you find there.
Hey, how are we doing?
Cool. The tracker's working.
(suspenseful music)
That's where we have
to break into
to get the chip?
Got any ideas?
We could have Jade tap into
county engineering
and pull up the
blueprints on that place.
That's a good idea.
You're cleverer than you look.
Thanks.
Where's David?
I don't know.
He was just here.
Ma'am.
David?
Yes, ma"am?
Take that down to the mail room.
Right away.
Arthur, it looks like you've
been going at it for hours.
Walker's orders.
You don't do anything
on this project
without my authorization.
Tell me what's going on.
Can I speak with you
for a moment?
What?
I do take my responsibilities
just as seriously as you do,
you know.
You do your job, and
let me do mine.
What exactly is your job?
Cori, we got a problem.
What?
All available memory capacity on
the 1-1086S? Gone.
That's impossible.
I know that.
(eerie music)
What is going on?
I didn't authorize
this equipment.
Jobe, what happened
to the memory?
I forget.
Walker's behind schedule.
We're not behind schedule.
He's losing money,
and he wants Jobe working
nonstop on the Virtual Light.
I'm not gonna discuss
this with you.
He's going online tomorrow.
Oh, really?
Mr. Walker.
Mr. Walker!
Mr. Walker!
I think you've made a mistake,
Doctor.
No, I think you've
made a mistake.
Why wasn't I notified
that you intend to put Jobe
online tomorrow?
Well, you're just a scientist.
I'm the businessman.
And Jobe is a human being.
Jobe is a part of this project,
a supremely important part.
And every day that Virtual
Light goes unfinished
is costing me millions in
potential revenue.
He's showing signs of
instabilities.
I'm worried about him.
(laughs) Well, the man is at a
distinct disadvantage.
You have been profiting
off this man's misery for years.
How many times have you
postponed his prosthetic legs?
Well, I couldn't have him
literally getting up
and walking out on us,
now could I?
Why don't we discuss this
after Jobe goes online tomorrow?
Okay?
(suspenseful music)
Request file, Jobe.
Access denied, code 7.
Override code 7.3942.
(computer beeping)
Access granted. Please wait.
File 248 Jobe.
Empty. Contents erased.
Whose authorization?
Jonathan Walker.
Corporal, have you finished
your security sweep
of this floor?
Yes, sir, I have.
Dr. Platt.
Henry. You startled me.
Just making my rounds.
Is everything okay?
Fine, fine.
I was just dropping off
some production charts
for the week.
Good night, Henry.
Good night.
(tense music)
(brakes screech)
Oh, god! Ow!
Oh my god! Are you all right?
Did I hurt you?
Oh, yeah. We're okay, ma'am.
We'll be just fine.
Whoa, wait, wait! Let me...
Me again.
(Cori gasps)
I was right, wasn't I?
Jobe's expanding his
memory base.
Get out of the car.
Cori.
(intercom beeping)
Ah, good. I caught you.
A guard reported seeing you in
my office this evening.
Surely you could have come up
with a better excuse than
production charts.
No, no, no. Jobe is going
online tomorrow.
So I wanted to deliver
them to you myself.
I see. Well. Good.
Be sure to get some rest.
We've got a big day tomorrow.
You're working for
Jonathan Walker?
He's the one that
stole my patent?
He didn't exactly steal it.
He was one of the investors
that took me to court.
Get out of the car.
I was right about the
memory base.
I'm right about Jobe.
I don't think you and Walker
understand the power
you're dealing with.
Get out.
I thought you were better
than this, Cori.
(tense music)
You stole a gun?
No, man. It's a camera.
Check it out.
Cool.
All right. Let's do it.
(suspenseful music)
(guards chattering)
Execute virtual
surveillance system loop.
Your attention, please.
A coolant test will be run
on levels 8 through 10
at 0300 hours.
Thank you.
Yes!
Lieutenant Martin to security.
Lieutenant Martin to security.
Sublevel 4.
They have to understand
that those tubes
have to be heli-arced about
three inches wide.
Guess they don't realize that
the aluminum tubing
is about eight
millimeters thick.
That's a special laser alarm,
sensitive to anything above zero
degrees centigrade.
Come. I've got an idea.
Yeah. It's Dr. Platt.
I seem to have left my key
card in the lab.
Oh, yes, Doctor.
I'm sorry. We didn't
know it was you.
Thank you.
(hydraulic door hissing)
(laser humming faintly)
You ready?
I don't think so.
This isn't one of
your best ideas.
I wouldn't trust anybody else.
You can do it.
Stay steady now.
Go on. Steady.
(tense music)
Grab it.
Grab it!
(alarm blaring)
(dramatic music)
(guards shouting)
(Jobe laughing maniacally)
(glass shattering)
(Jobe laughing)
(Trace groans)
(alarm blaring)
Trace!
What are you doing?
He'll kill them!
Henry!
What the hell is going on?
By the way, who are you?
(dramatic music)
(guards shouting)
(gunfire blasting)
Stop!
Clear!
Trace!
Halt!
Sealing lock, sector 4.
Sector 4 secured.
Want the chip?
Put your guns down.
Put them down, or I'll smash it.
Put 'em down now!
Slide 'em forward.
Peter! Catch!
Trace!
(men grunting)
I got you!
(guard grunting)
(gun booming)
Trace!
Peter!
Trace!
(Trace yells)
(both grunting)
(Trace groans)
Get out of here. Get!
(alarm blaring)
(both grunting)
(sparks crackling)
Trace?
Trace! Come on!
You have the card?
What now? Here.
Where?
Go on. Go.
Where?
Go!
Oh!
Go!
Whoa!
Yeah!
(all screaming)
Why did I let you back
into my life?
You find me irresistible.
You got the chip?
Good work.
You're bleeding.
Let's get out of here.
(guards chattering)
All right.
Yes, sir.
What is that?
It's nothing. Just some dirt.
Bring it to me.
Get that dirt, you idiots!
Yes, sir.
Take off your shirt.
What do you have in mind?
Shut up. I need to stop
this bleeding,
and I'll be damned if I use
my shirt to do it.
Do I know you guys?
Ow. Ow.
I know I owe you an apology,
Cori.
(chuckles) You could say that.
Do you mind?
Oh, not at all.
No, no.
Pretend we're not here.
Yeah.
Okay. So apologize.
I'm sorry, Cori. I really am.
I didn't want to see anybody.
I was too ambitious. I
was naive. I was-
You're stupid.
That, too.
(tender music)
Thanks for the
medical attention.
You're welcome for the
medical attention.
(Peter laughs)
(birds twittering)
Hey, race to the top
of the hill.
Not me.
I wonder if there are any
snakes over here.
(chip tinkling)
Pretty neat, huh?
It's incredible.
See how they were able to bypass
the capability
protection registers?
I know. It's amazing.
It makes me wonder if I could
have ever finished it myself.
The chip was supposed to
make things better
for them, wasn't it?
Ironic.
Still, maybe it could.
What did he do here?
That's where Jobe merged the
nano-matching hardware.
He couldn't have.
There's no transmatrix.
Yes, there is.
There isn't.
(computer beeping)
Something's wrong.
It should be there.
So you lost the chip.
You idiot.
Do you honestly think
I'd entrust something that
important to you?
Voila.
But...
People want a show.
Now that Jobe has solved
the Egypt link,
the chip can be activated.
Now get out of my sight.
Any progress?
Jobe is tracking down
the intruders
by analyzing the dirt
sample we found.
Good.
And you are ingenious.
Yes. I know.
I think it's time we
called the president.
Try to get Virtual Light Europe.
Where?
Anywhere.
Uplink, England, Virtual Light.
(tense music)
(computer beeping)
Nothing.
Greetings, Mr. President.
Walker.
Thank you for joining us on this
momentous occasion.
I'm happy to be here.
I was shocked to hear
about Senator Greenspan's
dreadful accident.
Yes.
I know how much he wanted
to be a part of what we're
doing here today.
But la vie continue.
We'll be joined by hundreds
of other prominent people
who'll be jacking in from all
over the country,
so if you're ready, don
your eyephones,
and we can begin.
(suspenseful music)
I'm...
just relax.
(VR program blasting)
(crowd cheering)
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Virtual Light.
We stand in the face
of a new age.
The future is one world, one
thought, one mind.
Behold.
The future is now.
(crowd cheering)
(electricity crackling)
(crowd applauding)
12 hours to global interface.
(dramatic music)
(speaking Japanese)
(speaking foreign language)
(speaking German)
It's all taken care of.
The foreign marketplace
will be secure
only when they place their
money in your hands.
Excellent work, Jobe.
It's already started to happen.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that Jobe
must have figured
a way around Egypt.
And he's using the chip to
enter every system
and program around the world,
replacing it with himself.
It takes about 12 hours for the
interface to complete.
Once complete, it's
irreversible.
Walker's gonna stop him.
Are you crazy?
Who do you think is doing
this with him?
Walker's a businessman,
and Jobe is bad for business.
Come on.
Well! What a surprise.
I didn't expect to hear from
you so soon, Doctor.
You've gotta stop Jobe
before it's too late.
Too late?
What happened to your sense
of loyalty, Cori?
You wouldn't know the meaning
of the word, Walker.
Is that Dr. Benjamin Trace?
Listen, Walker, you've
got to take Jobe
offline immediately.
(chuckles) Well, you see,
Doctor,
I would love to accommodate you,
I really would, but
that's not an option
I can exercise right now.
Listen to me, you
stupid bastard!
If you do not take him offline,
you will have no options!
No one will!
Are you threatening me, Doctor?
No, I'm not.
Jobe is.
Jobe is a loyal employee
of this company.
I trust him with my life.
Well, you'd better,
because you just gave it to him.
Time to get rid of some
pesky little roaches.
Stop.
Back two sectors.
Enhance.
They check in, but they
didn't check out.
System override.
(tense music)
No response, control.
I need help, here. Mayday!
(equipment beeping)
(pilot talking faintly)
Hey, Doc, we got company.
Reference present position.
You gotta help me here!
Override the system!
Roger. Referencing present
position bruno.
Do have bruno.
We are losing altitude, control.
Let's get out of here.
Harvey! Harvey!
Leave the damn dog!
Go to frequency one.
Help me here!
Help me! Help me! (Screams)
(explosion booms)
(dramatic music)
(VR program blasting)
Two hours to global interface.
Give me access to all
credit accounts.
Sorry. Your account
is overdrawn.
Huh?
This card is no longer valid.
No! No!
ATM machines.
(people clamoring)
Department of Water and Power.
Reports of city-wide
civil disturbances
have been verified as the
police department
has gone on full tactical alert.
With automated system
failures occurring
throughout the city,
response is expected to be
slower than usual.
Already the violence has
taken several lives,
and few see an end to the
continuing chaos.
Officials are reporting a
remarkable outbreak
of looting and random mayhem
throughout the city, nation,
and globe.
Jobe.
He's finished this city.
That's why he waited, so he
could offer an alternative.
People need hope.
If he can destroy our world,
he figures we'll have
to turn to him
as the new messiah
in cyberspace.
But you can't live
in cyberspace.
Jobe can.
If he can achieve
global interface,
we won't have any choice.
Egypt.
Where they built the first dam.
The chip is a dam.
Exactly.
(people clamoring)
(solemn music)
Come to me, all who
have burdens.
I will set you free,
and you will no longer be
the bastard children
of a lost generation.
(frantic music)
It's time to take control
of the system!
There shall be no more
authority to oppress you.
We can all be the authority.
(glass shattering)
Jack into the New World Order.
Follow Jobe.
Follow Jobe.
Escape the violence and greed
that threaten to consume you!
30 minutes to global interface.
Come be one with
your fellow man.
This is true spirituality.
(people shouting)
(glass shattering)
There shall be no more
authority to oppress you.
World economic markets
have taken some of the worst
collapses in history.
Jonathan, I have some bad news,
and I have some bad news.
The core of a reactor
in Kazakhstan
went into a meltdown in the
worst nuclear accident
since Chernobyl.
Attention, please.
All data highways.
Where are you going?
Where do you think you're going?
Come back here!
What are you doing?
Stay here. You can't
go anywhere!
Come on.
Jobe. What the hell is going on?
We've lost control of the
entire system.
All the laboratory files
are disappearing.
Are you messing with me?
Now answer me.
That's an order.
(laughs) You have no power
to give orders.
In a hundred years,
your petty financial empire
won't mean anything,
but I'll still be here.
You son of a bitch.
Without me, you're nothing but a
deaf and dumb cripple.
I made you, and I
can unmake you.
Jonathan.
20 minutes to global interface.
(suspenseful music)
You can't disconnect him
because virtual Jobe will
remain inside.
So it looks like you
have two options.
You can either heavily sedate
him, or you can take him out.
If you want to take me out,
just ask.
(lock engages)
Open the door, goddamn it!
Bastard!
(Jobe chuckling)
All right.
If that's the way you
want to play it.
(Jobe laughs)
Prime alert.
(alarm blaring)
Security breach.
All personnel, prime alert.
Security breach.
All personnel.
Code red.
Code red.
This is an emergency.
All personnel will evacuate the
building immediately.
There are three terrorists
on the premises,
fully armed and dangerous,
moving down corridor 16.
Shoot on sight.
Repeat. Shoot to kill.
That son of a bitch.
Wait, sir, you just said
there were terrorists
in the building!
We're the terrorists, you idiot!
Give me that gun.
There are three terrorists
on the premises.
Shoot on sight.
Repeat. Shoot to kill.
Jonathan!
No!
(gunfire booming)
15 minutes to global interface.
Give yourselves to me.
Your rebirth in the
womb of cyberspace
is a chance for a new beginning,
to live in Eden, without hunger,
without famine,
without temptation.
10 minutes to global interface.
We have 10 minutes, Cori.
You better watch the
monitors and-
And pull the real chip at
the exact moment
you destroy the virtual one.
Trace.
Check it out, man.
Let's look.
If we could just jack into
that dome unnoticed.
Won't work.
Jobe will know
everything about anyone
who jacks in to the dome.
We've gotta find another way in.
All right, well these
are the routes
for the information superhighway
that lead directly
into the dome.
You don't have to jack in, Doc.
You have a problem with
jacking into VR?
No. I'll be fine.
I'm not gonna run
away this time.
Okay. Listen up, you guys.
We're gonna follow
this superhighway
through the city to where it
goes underground
all the way into the dome.
We take this access route here,
follow that up inside.
Then comes the tricky bit.
We've gotta get by Jobe,
and smash the chip.
How are we gonna get
through the city?
Well, how's about a
little bike ride?
Okay. Let's do it.
Cool.
Okay, Travis, you have-
Destroying the chip
won't stop Jobe.
What do you really have in mind?
The paradox of the chip
is that whereas it gave Jobe the
power to go online,
it contains a dam function
to prevent the use of
absolute power.
If we destroy the chip,
we destroy the dam
and expose Jobe.
We've got to make him
angry enough
to destroy himself.
Trace, come on, man!
We gotta go!
If you can't, get out.
I don't want you
disappearing on me again.
(adventurous music)
(engines rumbling)
(fire whooshing)
(explosion booms)
The promised land.
The time has finally come.
You shall wait no more.
The prophecy is already
being fulfilled,
for I have seen the heavens open
and a voice from the throne say,
"The rivers will run with blood!
There will be chaos
in the streets!
And in the final days,
the material world
will fade away,
and only cyberspace
will remain.”
In the womb of cyberspace
is a chance for a new beginning,
to live in Eden without hunger,
without famine.
With me, you will find refuge.
Jobe!
We came to save you, Jobe.
In here, I am the savior.
Trace!
(tense music)
(swords clank)
(electricity crackles)
(both grunting)
I will crush you!
30 seconds to global interface.
You're just a lawnmower man,
Jobe.
Lawnmower man is dead!
(Trace screams)
By the way, I don't have to
worry about Egypt anymore.
I simply built around it.
19.
(Trace grunts)
(swords clank)
14, 13, 12, 11,
10 seconds to global interface.
You destroyed Peter's world.
I'm going to destroy yours.
Six, five, four,
three, two, one.
(explosion booms)
(Jobe screaming)
You're a fool, Trace.
I don't need the chyron
chip anymore.
I've become the chip!
You betrayed Peter, Jobe.
You've sold your soul
for nothing.
You don't even have enough
power to destroy me!
(Trace screaming)
Is that all you've got, Jobe?
Is that all you've got?
Is that the best you can do?
(laser beam beeping)
(Jobe grunting)
What's happening to me?
Egypt, Jobe. Egypt.
(Jobe shrieking)
(electricity crackling)
(explosion booming)
Hey, Jobe. Come here.
Make a wish.
Make a wish.
(sparks sizzling)
(grand orchestral music)
Yeah! We're back!
Yeah!
Whoo!
(all cheering)
Wow.
(Cori laughs)
Sweetheart.
Hey.
Hey. My pal.
Well done.
Hey!
I need to see Jobe.
Okay. Let's go.
We gotta definitely
do this again.
(sparks sizzle)
There he is.
Careful.
Probable pathways to interface,
40,034.
He's regressing.
Jobe?
Peter.
Peter, pumpkin eater. (Laughs)
(dramatic music)
Well, isn't that touching?
I want the chip.
You can keep the rest, for
what he's worth.
We'll give you the chip.
Give us the kid.
I really dislike
repeating myself.
Give him the chip.
Oh, by the way, Dr. Platt.
You're fired.
Peter!
(gunfire booming)
(Trace grunting)
(Jonathan screaming)
(electricity crackling)
(soft instrumental music)
I thought I lost you, man.
Let's go home.
(birds twittering)
(adventurous music)
(explosion booming)
(program beeping)
(fire roaring)
(program beeping)
(explosion booming)
Access denied. Access denied.
(explosion booming)
Access denied. Access denied.
Access granted.
(virtual figure screaming)
(explosion booming)
(gavel bangs)
You can't take the chyron
chip away from me.
It's my idea, my design,
my patent.
Dr. Trace, you have to
defend your patent
for the chyron chip.
The investors have financed the
development of the chip.
By law, if they can't be repaid,
the patent belongs to them.
You can't give it to them.
They will pollute the vision
of everything my chyron
chip stands for.
(dramatic music)
(men shouting indistinctly)
(glass shattering)
We got a live one over here.
Get the gurney.
Pull gurney up.
We have to repair this shattered
maxillary fracture.
But we're gonna lose him
if we don't get this damn
artery clamped off.
We're losing vital signs.
Get me RD 40.
Heart stopped. We need
the defibrillator.
Clear!
One, two, three!
(helicopter blades whirring)
Hey.
Patient is a male, late 20s.
Multiple amputee, smoke
lesions on the lungs,
and third-degree burns over
80% of his body.
Transfer from county?
Mm-hmm.
They amputated both of his legs
and reconstructed his face.
Well, what's the verdict?
It's hard to tell.
There's so many different
pathways for the interface.
Only one way to find out.
Hello, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater.
What does that mean?
It means he can hear us.
What is your name?
What your is name?
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater.
Maybe his name's Peter.
(sighs) I'll try this.
Had a wife, but
couldn't keep her.
Couldn't keep her. (Laughs)
Had a wife, but
couldn't keep her.
Jobe.
Hello, Jobe.
(soft mysterious music)
Jobe. Tell me about yourself.
Empty space.
It's all just empty
space inside.
Like it's been erased.
I want you to try and visualize
all the people and places
that you've had contact
with in your life.
Just relax and let the
images come to you.
(computer beeping)
Jobe. Hey, Jobe!
Hi, Peter.
Look what I got.
Is that the new "Cosmic Man"?
Yeah. It's great.
Wow. Thanks, buddy.
You're welcome.
Happy birthday, Jobe.
Make a wish.
(Peter laughs)
Excuse me, Jobe.
I'm Jonathan Walker.
I run this place.
I now own the patent to
the chyron chip,
and you can build the
chip for me.
(Jobe breathing rapidly)
(Jobe whimpering)
Jobe, there's nothing
to be afraid of.
Virtual reality will
rehabilitate your mind
and eventually your body.
You'll be all right. I promise.
Just concentrate, okay?
We'll try some music.
(machinery beeping)
(classical string music)
(sparks crackling)
Warning. Input exceeds maximum.
Warning. Input exceeds maximum.
(explosion booming)
Warning.
Input exceeds maximum.
(siren blaring)
Access granted.
(program sizzling)
(bright orchestral music)
Hey, Matt! Matt!
Come here.
Have you seen Peter?
No. Sorry.
Hey, Jonathan!
(pedestrians chattering)
Service has been
temporarily interrupted
on metro five.
(engines humming)
(siren wailing faintly)
(light string music)
Get down on your
knees and repent!
Man destroys man!
Save yourself before the end!
Save yourself before the end!
Get down and pray
for forgiveness
before the fire and
the destruction!
(buttons beeping)
Thank you.
Your videophone access
code is approved.
Hi, darling!
Hi.
(bright string music)
Yeah!
(Jade laughs)
Oh, that was awesome.
Here. Let me see.
Cool.
Here.
(sparks sizzle)
(man screams)
Travis!
Crap. (Laughs)
Man, are you okay?
Man, are you crazy, Peter?
You know you can't hurt me.
What's up, Sis?
How long, Travis?
Right now. Did you get it?
Ask Peter.
Just shoulder surfed it
on the way over.
Oh my god, you're a saint!
Thank you.
Come on. Let's go inside.
Let's do it.
I've got us patched into
the fiber optics.
You've got the access code.
Man, we're set.
What's up, Shawn?
Hey. What's up, Travis?
(dog barks)
How about a taste of remote
presence, my friends?
All hooked up and ready to go.
All right!
Hey, let's use the
cybercycles disk.
No way, man. I'm flying.
I am flying, man.
Hey, me, too.
I've been waiting for
this all day.
(machinery beeping)
Please enter
videophone access code.
Trap-door access to
cyberspace granted.
Yeah!
Please stand by for entry.
All right!
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four,
three, two, one.
Trap door open. Enter now.
(machinery buzzing)
(intermingling voices warbling)
(exciting orchestral music)
Yeah!
Whoo!
(explosion booms)
Hey, Peter, what's happening?
What's going on?
(dog barking)
Whoa!
(kids screaming)
(kids grunting)
What's going on?
(artillery booming)
What happened?
Who's doing this?
(dog barking)
Shawn, the cybercycles.
Yeah.
Harvey!
Harvey, put in the
cybercycle disk.
Harvey, can you hear me?
Put in the cybercycle disk now!
(computer beeping)
No one jacks out till we find
who's doing this.
(intense music)
(blast booming)
(man groans)
(soft tense music)
Jobe?
You're alive. How can that be?
There isn't time, Peter. I
need your help.
I'm dying.
What do you mean, dying?
The cyberscape is dying,
and so am I, right
along with it.
I'm trapped here, Peter.
You've got to help me.
I don't get it.
I need you to find someone for
me, Benjamin Trace.
What?
Dr. Benjamin Trace.
He's in seclusion somewhere.
You've got to bring him, Peter.
When the cyberscape dies,
so do I.
What if he won't jack in?
Tell him I'm building
his chyron chip,
and I need to know about the
Egypt link to complete it.
No!
Ah!
Peter!
Peter!
Um, I don't think he's breathing.
What do we do?
Um, let's try CPR.
Hurry up! We're running
out of time.
All right!
One one thousand,
two one thousand, three
one thousand,
four one thousand, five one
thousand. Breathe!
Breathe, Peter. Breathe.
One one thousand, two
one thousand,
three one thousand,
four one thousand,
five one thousand. Breathe!
It's not working!
All right, one more time.
Come on, Peter. Breathe.
No!
One one thousand,
two one thousand, three one
thousand, four one thousand.
(Peter coughing)
All right. Come on. Get up.
You okay?
If you knew you were in danger,
you should have jacked out,
you jerk!
That was the most remarkable
example of telepresence
I've ever experienced.
(tense music)
All personnel, clear the floor.
VIP arriving.
All personnel, clear the floor.
VIP arriving.
All personnel, clear the floor.
VIP arriving.
I want to talk to Halloway
person to person.
I don't want any other nonsense
around at the time.
Well, Senator Greenspan.
How wonderful to see you again.
Welcome to the Virtual
Light Institute.
Thank you.
I'd like to introduce you
to my head of research and
development, Dr. Cori Platt.
Oh, right.
Nice to see you, Senator.
Nice to meet you.
And this is Jennifer.
Please come with me, Senator.
Senator.
Virtual Light.
Until now, no one has
had the ability
to create an entire
computer network
based within virtual reality.
Of course, when I complete my
Virtual Light uplink,
I'll render all other
systems obsolete.
Virtual reality has evolved
from a simulation to an
actual place.
Watch your head.
Those monitors will kill you.
So, it's like a whole new
world out there.
Uh-huh, full of
interesting possibilities.
Exactly. We-
I love a man that does his
homework, don't you, Doctor?
But, Senator, what's
holding us back
is final congressional
approval of our license.
Ah, and this.
[Senator Greenspan] Ah, yes,
this must be
the famous chyron chip that
everybody's talking about.
The key to my Virtual
Light uplink.
Hmm.
(mysterious music)
Since the information
superhighway
has left people feeling isolated
from their fellow man,
the Virtual Light Institute
will bring cultures and
resources together
in one continuous
virtual environment.
And this is our main
control room,
hub of all our operations here
at Virtual Light.
I'm still a little unclear
as to how all this
fits together.
Well, I'm sure Dr. Platt
will enlighten you.
Jennifer, please.
(buttons beeping)
The outer circle represents
the real world.
The inner one, virtual reality.
The spokes are the different
pathways between the two.
The chyron chip will open up
these pathways simultaneously,
so a network based inside VR can
be accessed by everyone.
Uh-huh.
So, next miracle.
Please.
Jennifer.
When you hook into the library
of my virtual city,
you'll hook into every
library in the world.
And ultimately, the chip will
bring everything online
for everyone.
Well, yes, it's very pretty,
Jonathan,
but I think we'd be placing
quite a concentration of
power in your lap.
Hmm. My lap is your lap,
Senator.
Twinkie?
How'd it go?
Walker makes me feel like
the star poodle
in his dog show.
At least you get top billing.
No. Walker always
gets top billing.
Of course he didn't mention the
fact that it's you
completing the chyron chip and
designing the virtual city.
I don't mind.
I care how other people see you,
how they perceive you.
That's your world, Dr. Platt,
not mine.
My world is in here.
Out there, people look at me,
and they see half a person.
But in here, they see what I
want them to see.
How I really am.
(soft instrumental music)
Here.
I don't see half a person, Jobe.
That's your world.
Good night, Jobe.
(engine humming)
(knocking on door)
(pounding on door)
What do you want?
You sure don't look like
the father of virtual
reality to me.
What?
You're Dr. Benjamin Trace,
right?
He's dead.
Dead?
That's not what they said
in the internet.
The internet, they said he was,
like, living here.
The Benjamin Trace you want is
resting in peace,
so I suggest you get on that
cool bike of yours
and go on home.
I don't know what Jobe
was thinking.
He's just crazy.
Trippy fool invented some
kind of chyron chip.
What did you say?
Chyron chip.
Come inside.
So what's your name, kid?
Peter, Doc.
(laughs) Call me Trace.
Trace.
Well, Peter, you know,
it's all here,
all the answers.
In the earth,
in the water,
and in the air.
Yeah.
The reason I came is because my
friend Jobe is dying.
He said that you're the only one
that could save him.
You seem a bit young
to know anything about
the chyron chip.
Well, Jobe told me about it.
Who's Jobe?
He was a lawnmower man
back when my mom was
still alive.
He was my best friend,
but now he's stuck in
virtual reality.
What's he know about it?
He's building it.
He's building it?
Yeah. That's what he said.
So are you gonna help or what?
I don't live that life anymore,
Peter.
All that technology, it just
consumes the soul.
Check this out.
I need your help.
You can find me at the Third
Street station, tunnel 11,
if you ever change your mind.
(gentle instrumental music)
(computer beeping)
(computer warbling)
(explosion booming)
Dr. Benjamin Trace.
Only he can stop this.
What if he won't jack in?
Tell him I'm building
his chyron chip.
(dramatic music)
(thunder cracking)
Attention passengers,
all metro blue line trains
have been canceled
due to flooding.
(pedestrians shouting)
Hustle, you guys.
They want us out of here.
Hey, come inside!
(engines humming)
(pedestrians shouting)
My dog does not stink.
Yes, he does, Shawn.
The funk is burning my eyes.
He does not stink!
I looked at him and I
almost went blind.
It does not!
We all know Harv used
to be a poodle.
He looks like a
chihuahua on steroids!
(pounding on door)
Who is it?
Peter?
Trace?
Hi.
You know this guy, Peter?
Back off, guys.
This is the guy Jobe told me
about, all right?
You all live down here?
Oh, no. This is just our
summer cottage.
I love your ventilation system.
Listen, I think this guy
can help us, okay?
Adults have betrayed me
my whole life.
You know that, Peter.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey! Look, Travis.
You don't have to trust him.
You just got to trust Peter.
Yeah!
So you're the Einstein of VR?
I'll take that as a compliment,
Travis.
You know, Einstein made a few
mistakes himself.
What are these?
Man, you must really
be a dinosaur.
See the electroplates
on the sides?
They hit your temple and tap
into certain neurons,
giving you full
neurosensory involvement.
You can actually feel?
Exactly.
See, that's why we gotta
save Jobe, though,
"cause it's real in there.
If he dies in there, he's
gonna die out here.
You sure Jobe needs saving?
What are you trying to say?
Jobe wouldn't lie to me.
He's not that type of person.
You said you couldn't
trust any adult.
He's not like you.
I mean, he's like a kid.
At least he was until...
Until what?
Until my next-door neighbor
did some experiments
with him in VR
and turned him from a
simpleton into a genius.
Look, we're wasting time.
You can ask him yourself in VR.
Ready?
Yeah. Let's hook it up.
Let's do it.
Okay.
Doc, here's your stuff.
Oh, I don't want to go into VR.
Why not?
I'm not ready.
I don't know.
Scared I might get lost
or something.
Fine. I'll go in.
Okay.
(computer humming)
Trap-door access to
cyberspace granted.
Please stand by for entry.
(VR program blasting)
(Jobe cawing)
Welcome to my world, Peter.
Did you bring the good doctor?
No. He's watching.
He won't jack in.
Jack in, jack off. What's
the difference?
Scared of the boogeyman, Doctor?
You can at least humor me with a
point of view, can't ya?
It's a pleasure to finally
meet you, Doctor.
I feel like we're almost,
I'm blushing, family.
(laughs) I don't think so, Jobe.
Don't be so sure.
Incest, the game the whole
family can play!
"My brother's my daddy!"
(kids snickering)
We have a lot in common, Dr.
Trace.
We're both unwanted,
underappreciated,
and ahead of our time.
The difference is, your
time was then.
My time is now.
It's a short ride, Jobe.
Enjoy it while you can.
Oh, I plan to enjoy it for a
very long time, Doctor.
You see, I found the
secret to immortality
in the chyron chip.
Where is the chyron chip?
Come with me now, won't you?
(electricity crackling)
There she is!
Miss chyron chip!
It's taken years of work,
but our chyron chip is
finally a reality.
(Jobe humming "Jaws" theme song)
Look what I'm doing, Doctor.
Isn't it amazing?
You don't look like
you're in danger.
What do you want?
Egypt.
(laughs) Come on, don't
hold back on me.
It's a hidden nano-routine
encoded into the design of
the chyron chip.
I'm not going to help you.
Tell you what, you share
Egypt with me,
and I'll share with you
technological knowledge
beyond your wildest dreams.
Think of this as your world,
too, Doctor.
Your work helped create it.
My work is to build it.
Now tell me, Doctor, what
does Egypt mean?
I'm not going to tell you.
You're insane.
You don't understand its power,
Jobe.
Oh, but I do, Doctor.
In three days, I'll be in every
system in the world.
No.
Tell me what Egypt means,
Doctor,
before I get really
fucking pissed off!
Get out of there, Peter.
Peter, get out of there!
Get him out!
Peter!
Get out!
This is getting out of control!
I don't know what's wrong.
I've never seen Jobe
like that before!
(dramatic music)
(machinery beeping)
West Covina local
departing platform B, level C.
For customer service or cashier,
follow the blue line to
passage 9, level 4.
San Fernando express now
arriving, platform D.
Hey! Hey! Whoa!
Whoa! Ho, ho!
No, no!
(intense music)
Shh. Shh!
I thought you said
that trains didn't run
through these tunnels.
They don't!
(computer beeping)
Oh, my god. It's
heading right for us!
Emergency procedures at once!
Get out of here.
But this is our home!
Get out of here! Get
out of here! Go!
Dispatch, do something!
Implement emergency
procedures immediately!
Implement emergency
procedures immediately!
Dispatch, shut all systems down!
Come on!
Come on, come on!
Jade, Peter, hurry up! Run!
Go, Travis! Go!
(computer beeping)
(computer buzzing)
The game is afoot.
(tense music)
Close left. Code red!
The caboose is loose.
Please, god!
Unauthorized access
going forward.
(train rumbling)
Come on, let's go!
Go!
(train crashing)
(driver screaming)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic music)
(all screaming)
Go! Run, run!
Run!
Go!
Peter! Peter!
This way!
Harvey, come back!
There's an exit at the end!
Forget about that dog, Shawn!
Come on up!
Yes!
All right, it's open!
(explosion booming)
(man screaming)
Shawn, let's go! Come on!
Shawn, let's go!
I can't get up!
I can't leave Harvey here.
Come on, Shawn!
(fire blast rumbling)
(Shawn grunting)
Come on, Trace, pull!
Get out of there!
(fire blast booming)
Good boy.
Let's get out of here!
It's gonna blow!
(people scream)
(Trace screams)
(blast booms)
(solemn music)
Man. (Exhales forcefully)
Level five technician
to robotics,
division two.
Chandara to quality control.
(eerie music)
Now let's deal with the
true believers.
Show me all the contributors
to fundamental world religions
over the past five years.
Each user thinks that they
have total privacy.
Every time anyone logs on to
Virtual Light uplink,
we'll know every goddamn
thing about them.
Now show me all
hypocritical democrats
making over $300,000 a year.
(computer beeping)
That train was no accident,
was it?
Not a chance.
Man, now we've lost our home
and the cyberscape.
Jobe did it so he could
build his city.
Like this world didn't suck
enough already.
I think that's just a taste
of what he can do
if he goes online.
It can't get any worse.
I mean, what's with this
Egypt thing, Doc?
Doesn't he need that from you?
If Jobe's worried about Egypt,
it means he's about to
use that chip
to its full hideous potential.
Which is?
Enter every and any
system in the world
and take over through VR.
So is there any way to stop him,
or should we just start digging
up our own graves?
We've got to get the
chyron chip from him
before he figures out Egypt.
That's what we've got to do.
Federal library?
If we can use their computers
to track down Jobe,
we'll find the chip.
That's right, Peter.
You are illegally parked.
Let's go.
Jade?
Initiate image regeneration.
You've got to help me.
Isn't that just like
a recording?
No. We've got to strip away the
layers within the program
to discover who the software
that Jobe used to enter VR
was licensed to.
We've got a problem.
I can't get past the memory lock
to isolate the chain.
Simple. Just enhance
the memory index.
What have we got here?
Actualize data.
Point five.
Here we go.
Execute worm function.
Get 'em.
Enhance.
Redimensionalize variables.
Ta-da!
(Jade gasps)
All we have to do now is access
Datatronic systems.
I'm right with you, Doc.
Okay. There's our
registered owner. Platt.
I'm accessing phone
listings now.
Okay, we've got 43 Platts.
See if you've got a Cori Platt.
C-O-R-I.
No Cori, but we've got three C.
Platts.
One's a PhD.
Bring up the doctor.
(gentle string music)
Whoa!
She...
Hey, Trace, pull over.
Aren't we going to Dr.
Platt's apartment?
Yeah, but first we
gotta get a tracker
so she can lead us to the chip.
It's locked.
So, how are they gonna do this?
No problem. My brother
can handle it.
Really?
He's great at this kinda stuff.
(glass shattering)
(alarm blaring)
It's unlocked.
Let's go shopping!
Unauthorized contact.
Stand back from the gate.
(eerie music)
Well, the extra day I got
Greenspan to stay was useless.
That liberal idiot is on his way
back to Washington right now
to recommend that they rescind
our license to go online.
If we lose that license,
we're dead.
(hydraulic door lift hisses)
(computer beeping)
Accessing LAX reservation file.
Passenger Robert Greenspan,
flight 3701.
Access number 3701 flight
navigation computer.
Access denied.
Access granted.
Reset system.
Auto pilot descent
from 30,000 feet.
Warning! Altitude, 15,000 feet.
Execute.
(ominous music)
We've lost the instrument panel.
Activate auto pilot.
Auto pilot activated.
Descent rate increasing.
Override auto pilot.
What? Oh!
I can't!
Contact approach.
Declare an emergency.
(passengers shrieking)
Oh, my god!
(explosion booming)
(laughs) Oops.
(tense music)
(computer beeps)
Open top-secret files.
Request data transcripts.
Jobe, Virtual Light.
(computer clacking)
You're awfully nosy, aren't you,
Guillermo?
(Guillermo screams)
Cori.
Trace.
Hi. You haven't forgotten me?
Not for lack of trying.
How have you been?
Fine, Ben. What do you want?
I need to talk to you.
About Jobe.
He's not what you think he is.
Neither were you.
He's very dangerous, Cori.
Hardly.
And what makes you think you
can just show up here
and entertain a
conversation with me?
Please. I know you're angry.
You have every right
to be angry.
I'm not angry. I'm leaving.
Cori.
What?
Let's go.
You look terrific.
More beautiful than I remember.
Okay, has Jobe used up all the
memory in your system?
Every printed word, thought, and
deed in human history
couldn't begin to fill the type
of memory we're using.
Because of my chyron chip.
I heard you deserted that
project, just like you did us.
I'm sorry you lost the patent.
I don't want pity, Cori.
I want the chip.
And you want me to help you
get it. Forget it!
You should know what
Jobe is up to.
Don't patronize me, Trace.
I'm not your student anymore.
He tried to kill me, Cori.
You mustn't let him go online.
Check his data file!
You'll be surprised at what
you find there.
Hey, how are we doing?
Cool. The tracker's working.
(suspenseful music)
That's where we have
to break into
to get the chip?
Got any ideas?
We could have Jade tap into
county engineering
and pull up the
blueprints on that place.
That's a good idea.
You're cleverer than you look.
Thanks.
Where's David?
I don't know.
He was just here.
Ma'am.
David?
Yes, ma"am?
Take that down to the mail room.
Right away.
Arthur, it looks like you've
been going at it for hours.
Walker's orders.
You don't do anything
on this project
without my authorization.
Tell me what's going on.
Can I speak with you
for a moment?
What?
I do take my responsibilities
just as seriously as you do,
you know.
You do your job, and
let me do mine.
What exactly is your job?
Cori, we got a problem.
What?
All available memory capacity on
the 1-1086S? Gone.
That's impossible.
I know that.
(eerie music)
What is going on?
I didn't authorize
this equipment.
Jobe, what happened
to the memory?
I forget.
Walker's behind schedule.
We're not behind schedule.
He's losing money,
and he wants Jobe working
nonstop on the Virtual Light.
I'm not gonna discuss
this with you.
He's going online tomorrow.
Oh, really?
Mr. Walker.
Mr. Walker!
Mr. Walker!
I think you've made a mistake,
Doctor.
No, I think you've
made a mistake.
Why wasn't I notified
that you intend to put Jobe
online tomorrow?
Well, you're just a scientist.
I'm the businessman.
And Jobe is a human being.
Jobe is a part of this project,
a supremely important part.
And every day that Virtual
Light goes unfinished
is costing me millions in
potential revenue.
He's showing signs of
instabilities.
I'm worried about him.
(laughs) Well, the man is at a
distinct disadvantage.
You have been profiting
off this man's misery for years.
How many times have you
postponed his prosthetic legs?
Well, I couldn't have him
literally getting up
and walking out on us,
now could I?
Why don't we discuss this
after Jobe goes online tomorrow?
Okay?
(suspenseful music)
Request file, Jobe.
Access denied, code 7.
Override code 7.3942.
(computer beeping)
Access granted. Please wait.
File 248 Jobe.
Empty. Contents erased.
Whose authorization?
Jonathan Walker.
Corporal, have you finished
your security sweep
of this floor?
Yes, sir, I have.
Dr. Platt.
Henry. You startled me.
Just making my rounds.
Is everything okay?
Fine, fine.
I was just dropping off
some production charts
for the week.
Good night, Henry.
Good night.
(tense music)
(brakes screech)
Oh, god! Ow!
Oh my god! Are you all right?
Did I hurt you?
Oh, yeah. We're okay, ma'am.
We'll be just fine.
Whoa, wait, wait! Let me...
Me again.
(Cori gasps)
I was right, wasn't I?
Jobe's expanding his
memory base.
Get out of the car.
Cori.
(intercom beeping)
Ah, good. I caught you.
A guard reported seeing you in
my office this evening.
Surely you could have come up
with a better excuse than
production charts.
No, no, no. Jobe is going
online tomorrow.
So I wanted to deliver
them to you myself.
I see. Well. Good.
Be sure to get some rest.
We've got a big day tomorrow.
You're working for
Jonathan Walker?
He's the one that
stole my patent?
He didn't exactly steal it.
He was one of the investors
that took me to court.
Get out of the car.
I was right about the
memory base.
I'm right about Jobe.
I don't think you and Walker
understand the power
you're dealing with.
Get out.
I thought you were better
than this, Cori.
(tense music)
You stole a gun?
No, man. It's a camera.
Check it out.
Cool.
All right. Let's do it.
(suspenseful music)
(guards chattering)
Execute virtual
surveillance system loop.
Your attention, please.
A coolant test will be run
on levels 8 through 10
at 0300 hours.
Thank you.
Yes!
Lieutenant Martin to security.
Lieutenant Martin to security.
Sublevel 4.
They have to understand
that those tubes
have to be heli-arced about
three inches wide.
Guess they don't realize that
the aluminum tubing
is about eight
millimeters thick.
That's a special laser alarm,
sensitive to anything above zero
degrees centigrade.
Come. I've got an idea.
Yeah. It's Dr. Platt.
I seem to have left my key
card in the lab.
Oh, yes, Doctor.
I'm sorry. We didn't
know it was you.
Thank you.
(hydraulic door hissing)
(laser humming faintly)
You ready?
I don't think so.
This isn't one of
your best ideas.
I wouldn't trust anybody else.
You can do it.
Stay steady now.
Go on. Steady.
(tense music)
Grab it.
Grab it!
(alarm blaring)
(dramatic music)
(guards shouting)
(Jobe laughing maniacally)
(glass shattering)
(Jobe laughing)
(Trace groans)
(alarm blaring)
Trace!
What are you doing?
He'll kill them!
Henry!
What the hell is going on?
By the way, who are you?
(dramatic music)
(guards shouting)
(gunfire blasting)
Stop!
Clear!
Trace!
Halt!
Sealing lock, sector 4.
Sector 4 secured.
Want the chip?
Put your guns down.
Put them down, or I'll smash it.
Put 'em down now!
Slide 'em forward.
Peter! Catch!
Trace!
(men grunting)
I got you!
(guard grunting)
(gun booming)
Trace!
Peter!
Trace!
(Trace yells)
(both grunting)
(Trace groans)
Get out of here. Get!
(alarm blaring)
(both grunting)
(sparks crackling)
Trace?
Trace! Come on!
You have the card?
What now? Here.
Where?
Go on. Go.
Where?
Go!
Oh!
Go!
Whoa!
Yeah!
(all screaming)
Why did I let you back
into my life?
You find me irresistible.
You got the chip?
Good work.
You're bleeding.
Let's get out of here.
(guards chattering)
All right.
Yes, sir.
What is that?
It's nothing. Just some dirt.
Bring it to me.
Get that dirt, you idiots!
Yes, sir.
Take off your shirt.
What do you have in mind?
Shut up. I need to stop
this bleeding,
and I'll be damned if I use
my shirt to do it.
Do I know you guys?
Ow. Ow.
I know I owe you an apology,
Cori.
(chuckles) You could say that.
Do you mind?
Oh, not at all.
No, no.
Pretend we're not here.
Yeah.
Okay. So apologize.
I'm sorry, Cori. I really am.
I didn't want to see anybody.
I was too ambitious. I
was naive. I was-
You're stupid.
That, too.
(tender music)
Thanks for the
medical attention.
You're welcome for the
medical attention.
(Peter laughs)
(birds twittering)
Hey, race to the top
of the hill.
Not me.
I wonder if there are any
snakes over here.
(chip tinkling)
Pretty neat, huh?
It's incredible.
See how they were able to bypass
the capability
protection registers?
I know. It's amazing.
It makes me wonder if I could
have ever finished it myself.
The chip was supposed to
make things better
for them, wasn't it?
Ironic.
Still, maybe it could.
What did he do here?
That's where Jobe merged the
nano-matching hardware.
He couldn't have.
There's no transmatrix.
Yes, there is.
There isn't.
(computer beeping)
Something's wrong.
It should be there.
So you lost the chip.
You idiot.
Do you honestly think
I'd entrust something that
important to you?
Voila.
But...
People want a show.
Now that Jobe has solved
the Egypt link,
the chip can be activated.
Now get out of my sight.
Any progress?
Jobe is tracking down
the intruders
by analyzing the dirt
sample we found.
Good.
And you are ingenious.
Yes. I know.
I think it's time we
called the president.
Try to get Virtual Light Europe.
Where?
Anywhere.
Uplink, England, Virtual Light.
(tense music)
(computer beeping)
Nothing.
Greetings, Mr. President.
Walker.
Thank you for joining us on this
momentous occasion.
I'm happy to be here.
I was shocked to hear
about Senator Greenspan's
dreadful accident.
Yes.
I know how much he wanted
to be a part of what we're
doing here today.
But la vie continue.
We'll be joined by hundreds
of other prominent people
who'll be jacking in from all
over the country,
so if you're ready, don
your eyephones,
and we can begin.
(suspenseful music)
I'm...
just relax.
(VR program blasting)
(crowd cheering)
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Virtual Light.
We stand in the face
of a new age.
The future is one world, one
thought, one mind.
Behold.
The future is now.
(crowd cheering)
(electricity crackling)
(crowd applauding)
12 hours to global interface.
(dramatic music)
(speaking Japanese)
(speaking foreign language)
(speaking German)
It's all taken care of.
The foreign marketplace
will be secure
only when they place their
money in your hands.
Excellent work, Jobe.
It's already started to happen.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that Jobe
must have figured
a way around Egypt.
And he's using the chip to
enter every system
and program around the world,
replacing it with himself.
It takes about 12 hours for the
interface to complete.
Once complete, it's
irreversible.
Walker's gonna stop him.
Are you crazy?
Who do you think is doing
this with him?
Walker's a businessman,
and Jobe is bad for business.
Come on.
Well! What a surprise.
I didn't expect to hear from
you so soon, Doctor.
You've gotta stop Jobe
before it's too late.
Too late?
What happened to your sense
of loyalty, Cori?
You wouldn't know the meaning
of the word, Walker.
Is that Dr. Benjamin Trace?
Listen, Walker, you've
got to take Jobe
offline immediately.
(chuckles) Well, you see,
Doctor,
I would love to accommodate you,
I really would, but
that's not an option
I can exercise right now.
Listen to me, you
stupid bastard!
If you do not take him offline,
you will have no options!
No one will!
Are you threatening me, Doctor?
No, I'm not.
Jobe is.
Jobe is a loyal employee
of this company.
I trust him with my life.
Well, you'd better,
because you just gave it to him.
Time to get rid of some
pesky little roaches.
Stop.
Back two sectors.
Enhance.
They check in, but they
didn't check out.
System override.
(tense music)
No response, control.
I need help, here. Mayday!
(equipment beeping)
(pilot talking faintly)
Hey, Doc, we got company.
Reference present position.
You gotta help me here!
Override the system!
Roger. Referencing present
position bruno.
Do have bruno.
We are losing altitude, control.
Let's get out of here.
Harvey! Harvey!
Leave the damn dog!
Go to frequency one.
Help me here!
Help me! Help me! (Screams)
(explosion booms)
(dramatic music)
(VR program blasting)
Two hours to global interface.
Give me access to all
credit accounts.
Sorry. Your account
is overdrawn.
Huh?
This card is no longer valid.
No! No!
ATM machines.
(people clamoring)
Department of Water and Power.
Reports of city-wide
civil disturbances
have been verified as the
police department
has gone on full tactical alert.
With automated system
failures occurring
throughout the city,
response is expected to be
slower than usual.
Already the violence has
taken several lives,
and few see an end to the
continuing chaos.
Officials are reporting a
remarkable outbreak
of looting and random mayhem
throughout the city, nation,
and globe.
Jobe.
He's finished this city.
That's why he waited, so he
could offer an alternative.
People need hope.
If he can destroy our world,
he figures we'll have
to turn to him
as the new messiah
in cyberspace.
But you can't live
in cyberspace.
Jobe can.
If he can achieve
global interface,
we won't have any choice.
Egypt.
Where they built the first dam.
The chip is a dam.
Exactly.
(people clamoring)
(solemn music)
Come to me, all who
have burdens.
I will set you free,
and you will no longer be
the bastard children
of a lost generation.
(frantic music)
It's time to take control
of the system!
There shall be no more
authority to oppress you.
We can all be the authority.
(glass shattering)
Jack into the New World Order.
Follow Jobe.
Follow Jobe.
Escape the violence and greed
that threaten to consume you!
30 minutes to global interface.
Come be one with
your fellow man.
This is true spirituality.
(people shouting)
(glass shattering)
There shall be no more
authority to oppress you.
World economic markets
have taken some of the worst
collapses in history.
Jonathan, I have some bad news,
and I have some bad news.
The core of a reactor
in Kazakhstan
went into a meltdown in the
worst nuclear accident
since Chernobyl.
Attention, please.
All data highways.
Where are you going?
Where do you think you're going?
Come back here!
What are you doing?
Stay here. You can't
go anywhere!
Come on.
Jobe. What the hell is going on?
We've lost control of the
entire system.
All the laboratory files
are disappearing.
Are you messing with me?
Now answer me.
That's an order.
(laughs) You have no power
to give orders.
In a hundred years,
your petty financial empire
won't mean anything,
but I'll still be here.
You son of a bitch.
Without me, you're nothing but a
deaf and dumb cripple.
I made you, and I
can unmake you.
Jonathan.
20 minutes to global interface.
(suspenseful music)
You can't disconnect him
because virtual Jobe will
remain inside.
So it looks like you
have two options.
You can either heavily sedate
him, or you can take him out.
If you want to take me out,
just ask.
(lock engages)
Open the door, goddamn it!
Bastard!
(Jobe chuckling)
All right.
If that's the way you
want to play it.
(Jobe laughs)
Prime alert.
(alarm blaring)
Security breach.
All personnel, prime alert.
Security breach.
All personnel.
Code red.
Code red.
This is an emergency.
All personnel will evacuate the
building immediately.
There are three terrorists
on the premises,
fully armed and dangerous,
moving down corridor 16.
Shoot on sight.
Repeat. Shoot to kill.
That son of a bitch.
Wait, sir, you just said
there were terrorists
in the building!
We're the terrorists, you idiot!
Give me that gun.
There are three terrorists
on the premises.
Shoot on sight.
Repeat. Shoot to kill.
Jonathan!
No!
(gunfire booming)
15 minutes to global interface.
Give yourselves to me.
Your rebirth in the
womb of cyberspace
is a chance for a new beginning,
to live in Eden, without hunger,
without famine,
without temptation.
10 minutes to global interface.
We have 10 minutes, Cori.
You better watch the
monitors and-
And pull the real chip at
the exact moment
you destroy the virtual one.
Trace.
Check it out, man.
Let's look.
If we could just jack into
that dome unnoticed.
Won't work.
Jobe will know
everything about anyone
who jacks in to the dome.
We've gotta find another way in.
All right, well these
are the routes
for the information superhighway
that lead directly
into the dome.
You don't have to jack in, Doc.
You have a problem with
jacking into VR?
No. I'll be fine.
I'm not gonna run
away this time.
Okay. Listen up, you guys.
We're gonna follow
this superhighway
through the city to where it
goes underground
all the way into the dome.
We take this access route here,
follow that up inside.
Then comes the tricky bit.
We've gotta get by Jobe,
and smash the chip.
How are we gonna get
through the city?
Well, how's about a
little bike ride?
Okay. Let's do it.
Cool.
Okay, Travis, you have-
Destroying the chip
won't stop Jobe.
What do you really have in mind?
The paradox of the chip
is that whereas it gave Jobe the
power to go online,
it contains a dam function
to prevent the use of
absolute power.
If we destroy the chip,
we destroy the dam
and expose Jobe.
We've got to make him
angry enough
to destroy himself.
Trace, come on, man!
We gotta go!
If you can't, get out.
I don't want you
disappearing on me again.
(adventurous music)
(engines rumbling)
(fire whooshing)
(explosion booms)
The promised land.
The time has finally come.
You shall wait no more.
The prophecy is already
being fulfilled,
for I have seen the heavens open
and a voice from the throne say,
"The rivers will run with blood!
There will be chaos
in the streets!
And in the final days,
the material world
will fade away,
and only cyberspace
will remain.”
In the womb of cyberspace
is a chance for a new beginning,
to live in Eden without hunger,
without famine.
With me, you will find refuge.
Jobe!
We came to save you, Jobe.
In here, I am the savior.
Trace!
(tense music)
(swords clank)
(electricity crackles)
(both grunting)
I will crush you!
30 seconds to global interface.
You're just a lawnmower man,
Jobe.
Lawnmower man is dead!
(Trace screams)
By the way, I don't have to
worry about Egypt anymore.
I simply built around it.
19.
(Trace grunts)
(swords clank)
14, 13, 12, 11,
10 seconds to global interface.
You destroyed Peter's world.
I'm going to destroy yours.
Six, five, four,
three, two, one.
(explosion booms)
(Jobe screaming)
You're a fool, Trace.
I don't need the chyron
chip anymore.
I've become the chip!
You betrayed Peter, Jobe.
You've sold your soul
for nothing.
You don't even have enough
power to destroy me!
(Trace screaming)
Is that all you've got, Jobe?
Is that all you've got?
Is that the best you can do?
(laser beam beeping)
(Jobe grunting)
What's happening to me?
Egypt, Jobe. Egypt.
(Jobe shrieking)
(electricity crackling)
(explosion booming)
Hey, Jobe. Come here.
Make a wish.
Make a wish.
(sparks sizzling)
(grand orchestral music)
Yeah! We're back!
Yeah!
Whoo!
(all cheering)
Wow.
(Cori laughs)
Sweetheart.
Hey.
Hey. My pal.
Well done.
Hey!
I need to see Jobe.
Okay. Let's go.
We gotta definitely
do this again.
(sparks sizzle)
There he is.
Careful.
Probable pathways to interface,
40,034.
He's regressing.
Jobe?
Peter.
Peter, pumpkin eater. (Laughs)
(dramatic music)
Well, isn't that touching?
I want the chip.
You can keep the rest, for
what he's worth.
We'll give you the chip.
Give us the kid.
I really dislike
repeating myself.
Give him the chip.
Oh, by the way, Dr. Platt.
You're fired.
Peter!
(gunfire booming)
(Trace grunting)
(Jonathan screaming)
(electricity crackling)
(soft instrumental music)
I thought I lost you, man.
Let's go home.
(birds twittering)
(adventurous music)