Menno's Mind (1997) - full transcript
Menno is a computer programmer at The Resort, an enormous funhouse where people can live out their fantasies in virtual reality. Feeding their personal data into a software program called The System, head of security Felix Medina is setting up a big voting fraud, in order to win the presidential elections. His only concern is a group of terrorists, rebelling against his plans. As an ex-colleague of their leader, Menno is forced to help them.
♪♪
The committee has reached
a verdict.
The defendant will rise.
Jor Norwell, you have been
found guilty of three counts of
murder in the first degree.
Do you have anything to add to
the record before sentence
is passed?
I didn't harm anybody.
Security forces set off
that explosive.
Senator Taylor,
distinguished judges,
please let the record reflect
that the defendant displays
absolutely no remorse
for his actions.
So noted, Mr. Medina.
One day, the people
will rise up against you.
They will realize what you're
doing to the system.
Enough of your paranoid
ramblings.
Step back.
Jor Norwell, the following
sentence is to be carried out
immediately.
You are sentenced to be shot
by a firing squad.
You are sentenced to be
electrocuted by 500,000 volts
of electricity.
And...you are sentenced
to be beheaded.
( Crowd cheering )
Where are your rebel
comrades now?
( Indistinct chatter )
( Whistling )
Uhh!
Administer the sedative.
Sedative flowing.
Ah. Monitoring brain
activity.
( Laughter and chatter )
( Beeping )
Program commencing.
( Grunts )
( Muttering )
( Electricity surging )
( Screaming )
Do we really need to do
the last one?
I'm gonna pretend I didn't
hear you say that.
( Groaning )
( Machine beeping )
Well...
This one won't be bombing
any more airports.
♪♪
( Alarm bleeps )
Female voice:
Good morning.
The time is 6 A.M.
Blinds.
( Whirring )
Shower on.
( Water pouring )
( Humming )
112 degrees.
TV on.
Announcer: This Tuesday,
elect Felix Medina for
a safe and well-ordered
society...
Until better times arrive.
Rioting has broken out
in sector 7 once again,
as food shortages continue.
Government rationing programs
have helped to alleviate
the crisis, and officials
promise a swift conclusion
to the turmoil.
In local news, underground
terrorist Jor Norwell died
yesterday after his sentence
of three virtual executions
was carried out.
Federal prosecutor and
presidential candidate
Felix Medina--
female voice:
Your breakfast is ready.
...on the subversive
rebel movement, vowing that
the upcoming elections would
not be postponed, as proposed
by senator Zachary Powell.
( Newscast continues )
Switch to phone link.
Call Simon.
( Dialing, ringing )
Simon, you there?
No.
Sorry, I didn't mean
to wake you.
Like hell.
Hey, did you see the news?
Yeah. Jeez, nobody ever got
more than two executions
before.
Nobody's ever caught those
assholes red-handed before.
Three innocent people.
I say they should give them
more than they got.
Well, he said he didn't mean
for anybody to get hurt.
Didn't mean--
menno, the guy walks into
a crowded airport with enough
plastique to blow up
a ten-story building.
I don't think he was there
to catch the red-eye.
Yeah, I know.
But three times--it just seems
kind of...Excessive.
Nobody's comfortable
with it.
But these losers have got to
realize that they can't get
away with this bullshit
anymore.
I say...Give the same
treatment to all of them.
Jeez, Simon, been eating
a little too much red meat
lately?
Probably just slept wrong.
Don't pay attention to me.
Yeah, well, try switching
to decaf.
I'll see you at work.
TV off.
I think I saw a rebel
over there.
Heh! Right.
Come on, ladies.
Let's get going.
Yes, sir.
♪♪
Yep, nice try, guys.
But you left your back door
wide open.
Find anything about Jor?
No, just the usual bullshit
propaganda.
Come here, I want to show you
something.
Take a look.
What's wrong with that picture?
There's four blue strands
and one yellow.
That's right, because it
doesn't belong there.
It was added later.
Well, what is it?
Well, someone has been
uploading terabytes of
information into the resort
system's software, but I don't
know what the hell it is
or what it does.
You logged on to the resort?
How'd you get in?
It was easy.
I wrote their security codes
for them when I worked there.
The idiots still haven't
changed them.
But Jor was right--
someone at the resort
is up to something.
It's too bad he had to die
for us to find out.
Loria? Never forget
what Hemingway once said--
"the world is a fine place,
and worth fighting for."
Mick...
I really...
You really what?
I really believe
in our work.
That means a lot to me.
And, uh...So do you.
Well, I'd better shut down
before they track me.
Man: Welcome to
the resort.
A facilitator will be
with you shortly.
Experience safari--where you
can hunt and kill extinct
species of wildlife.
Afterlife allows you to visit
a lost loved one or settle
an old score.
Or, for settling even bigger
scores, try judgment day--
where you get to play judge,
jury and executioner.
And then there's candy--
who can take you to erotic
heights of passion beyond
your wildest imagination.
If you're under 13, you will
need a v-chip override pass
from your parents for candy.
Thank you visiting
the resort.
Why are those security Nazis
suddenly recording everything
we do?
Why do they have to stick their
noses into our business?
They weren't breastfed,
they have small genitals,
they're losing their hair--
who cares?
They should just stick to
harassing citizens and leave us
to our work.
Hey, what about that guy Lewis
coming later today?
Did you figure out a way to
bypass the damaged cortex?
Forget it.
It's not possible.
I don't know.
Menno, please...
Don't get any ideas.
The last time you messed around
with the cerebral regulator,
we lost power for over an hour.
I know. Won't happen again.
He said, just before
he blew up the whole building.
Guys...
You gotta come and see this.
What'd you do this time?
It's my best yet.
Come on.
( Grunts )
What the hell did you do
to this guy, hook his balls up
to the generator?
Watch the monitor.
He jacked in for a date
with candy--you know, that
premium spank program.
So? Half the guys that come
here ask for candy.
Yeah, well, I found out that
this guy stole somebody else's
resort card.
He's already used up
his government allotment.
You know the procedure.
Write him up.
I thought I would get
creative and try
and punish him myself.
I pulled this photo of his wife
out of his wallet.
( Gasps )
( Whistles )
I scanned the photo,
reentered new coordinates,
and...viola.
♪♪
Aww...what's the matter?
Milton? Aren't you
enjoying yourself?
Yeah, but I thought I saw
someone back there.
Pay attention to me. Me!
( Chuckles )
Mmm.
( Moaning )
( Moaning )
Oh! You snake!
Mildred?! What are you
doin' in my fantasy?
I'm gonna make you sorry
you ever laid eyes
on that hussy.
I'm gonna make you sorry
you every laid anything
at all!
Uhh!
( Laughs )
Do you find the prospect
of unemployment amusing,
gentlemen?
( Grunting )
Isn't there anything
you can do for me?
Sir, you have had a stroke.
You have residual nerve damage,
not to mention the fact that
you haven't provided us with
with photograph, video,
or anatomy scans.
I don't know anything
about all that.
I was told you people
are professionals.
Can't you help me?
I'm sorry, but the
rules state--
nurse, that will be all.
But I am only doing my--
that will be all.
( Door slams )
Now, where were we?
I want to be reunited
with someone.
There was a girl
when I was young.
We were sweethearts.
I lost her during the war.
I've missed her
every day of my life.
Why didn't you ever try
to find her?
Never underestimate
the power of cowardice,
young man.
You put one foot in front of
the other and, before you
know it, you've walked
a mile.
Then another, then another.
By then, you're so far away
from what you really want,
it only seems real
when you close your eyes.
I guess you're right
about that.
And by then, you're in
a fancy computer palace,
begging for a piece of your
past that you threw away.
This means everything to me.
Give me five minutes.
I've been known to work some
magic around here.
If it doesn't work,
thank you for trying.
That program won't work.
You can't bypass
damaged nerves.
I said it won't work.
How do you know?
Because those coordinates
have never been used before.
I'm experimenting with some
new client-induced projection
routines.
We're not in the business
of torturing elderly patients
by raising their hopes.
You are going on report.
I'm all broken up.
You don't mind
if I turn you in?
No. And I'm sure you won't
mind if I tell the committee
about that fantasy session
you took last week.
How many people did you kill
in that shooting spree?
30? 40? 50?
My personal life
is none of your business.
And if you think that you can
intimidate me...
Get out of my light.
Get back to work!
( Door slams )
You're gonna see a glowing
red spot in the corner of your
line of vision.
I want you to get that spot
into the center and concentrate
on your object's face.
Uh, if my calculations are
correct, your mind should
assert control over, um...
Our electronic invasion
and replace the spot
with your sweetheart.
I know her face better
than my own.
Then I guess there's nothing
left to say except...
Give her a kiss for me.
Breathe deeply.
That's it, concentrate.
Focus.
Focus harder.
Pull it back.
Yes.
Is it really you?
That's it.
( Gasps )
Don't grab yourself.
Grab her.
It's been such
a long time.
I've missed you so much.
I've loved you
every single day.
If I may say so, sir,
press coverage of your handling
of the trial was superb.
Kudos to you for getting
another trial.
Careful, Bennett.
Your ambition is showing.
My apologies, sir.
What's the status of our
little election day surprise?
We're on schedule, sir.
Security inspectors are
uploading the cues daily.
Resort techs think we're
auditing them.
Good, good.
Another 48 hours
and it will all be over.
And nobody will
suspect a thing.
Unless Mick Dourif and his
minions decide to stir
things up.
( Sighs )
Get me moyer and sims.
Maybe it's time to stir
Dourif up.
Where's Dourif now?
He's in the safe house.
Hasn't been out for days.
What's he up to?
He's been jacking into
the system.
Mostly, he's just
sniffing around.
Like a dog.
The surveillance phase
is over.
Dourif's always wanted to be
a martyr.
See to it he's not
disappointed.
And keep it quiet.
Schedule a press conference
for later today.
When we land the big fish,
we need to be sure that
everyone knows about it.
( Clatter )
Well, I got news
for you, pal--you may have made
that old man's day, but you
don't get any credit for it
on the worksheet.
Since when?
He's right. Unsanctioned
procedures don't qualify.
You get zero points
for today's session.
You see, that's the problem
with this system.
It should encourage ingenuity,
not just marking time.
Well, thank you very much.
And I've got 4,600 points
in my file just for...
Marking time.
You know what I mean.
This system is capable of
so much more than we're
with it.
We could be helping people
with real problems--
kids with disabilities.
Are you running for office?
This place makes mind candy,
not miracle cures.
If you don't want to play
by their rules, go back
to research and development.
Half the points?
Twice the wait? No thanks.
Female voice:
Access granted.
Mick Dourif?
Jeez, what are you--
just shut up and do
exactly as I say.
You're hurt!
Does this booth have memory
log-in capabilities?
Well, i--i--
yes or no?
Yeah, of course.
What's the capacity?
100 gigs, with 50
on override.
Juice it up.
Mick--Mick, don't do this.
Okay? Turn yourself in.
They'll put you right back
to work.
They haven't even updated the
system since you've been gone.
Why do you think I left
this party, menno?
This place is turning people
into a bunch of mind--
( grunting )
You okay?
Hurry.
You can boot up with that.
Wow, this is one of those
new super-density things, huh?
Cool.
Come on, just plug me in
and turn it on.
Look, Mick, if they catch me
in here with you, I'm a
baked potato. You know that.
This isn't about you!
It's bigger than that!
Just do it.
And hurry, please.
Just give me a few seconds.
Female voice: Bypassing
primary systems port.
Menno: This is amazing.
Did you do this?
The wire--
plug it in.
( Grunting )
Okay.
Switch it on.
What about the anesthesia?
I'm dying! Switch it on!
( Grunting )
You okay?
It's the only way.
They have to be stopped.
Don't let them...
( Grunting )
( Screaming )
( Gunfire )
( Screaming )
What the hell is that?
Well, thanks for breaking
my computer.
And thanks for dying
in my booth.
Freeze!
No problem.
Honestly, I barely knew
the guy when he worked here.
And I haven't seen him since,
except for today.
And he just decided to
show up in your booth?
Out of all the booths
in the building?
Security said he snuck in
the back entrance.
That's just down the hall
from where I work.
Mm-hmm. And he just decided
to lay down on your table...
And die.
The leader of the underground?
The most wanted man
in the country just waltzes in
and says, "hook me up.
I'm fading fast."
I wish I could be
more helpful.
You know it's illegal
to harbor a fugitive.
Of course.
So, you know the penalties
for aiding in the course
of a terrorist event.
I helped program
that penalty. I would never--
so, you realize that
penalty would reduce your brain
to little more than
quivering gelatin.
Now...
Is there anything you want
to tell us?
Only that I hope you get to
the bottom of this as soon
as possible.
I don't want any more
terrorists in my booth.
The investigation will
remain open for the time being.
In the interim, your security
clearance is being revoked.
You can sign in at the front
desk in the meantime.
( Thunder )
Newscaster: Despite the
rioting, this is the third
closure of a maJor medical
facility this year, adding
yet another burden on the
city's overtaxed
public clinic.
In other news, the national
security force spearheaded
a daring capture of rebel
terrorist Mick Dourif today.
While security chief and
presidential hopeful
Felix Medina insists he hoped
to bring the rebel leader
to trial, Dourif was slain
when he violently resisted
arrest, killing two officers.
( Gasps ) A moth.
Better call headquarters.
Now, look, it's supposed
to be a little boring.
You'd probably be happy
if somebody shot at us.
( Thunder )
We are gonna stay up
all night.
He's gonna get up and go to
work in the morning.
And all I'm gonna get out of it
is a stiff neck
and hemorrhoids.
( Choking )
( Buzzing )
Thanks.
Nearly scared me to death.
( Grunting )
Okay, move.
Who are you?
Uhh!
Search the room.
Get up.
One chance.
What happened at the resort
today?
Um...you mean Dourif?
Tell me everything he said
before he died.
He just--he just walked in
and demanded to be hooked up
to the system, that's all.
Why would he want to be
connected to the system?
He didn't say.
Look, I don't know anything.
Security police interviewed
you for three hours.
Because they thought I could
tell them something, but I
couldn't tell them anything.
I don't know anything.
Hey, don't touch that!
Uhh!
( Buzzing )
We have nothing to lose
by killing you.
I'm telling you the truth.
He didn't say anything.
But--but after he died,
there was something funny
in the computer.
Go on.
Uh, typically, after
a session, all the levels
go back to normal.
But after he died,
there was a kind of rhythmic
surge in the system.
What does that mean?
I don't know.
But--but--but he brought a disk
he made me use.
Did it look like this?
Yeah.
I don't see these every day.
Boot it up.
I can't. My system won't
handle this kind of disk.
You'd have to go to the resort
to--
well, let's go.
We can't go to the resort.
There's security all over
the place.
They'd think I was involved.
( Cocks gun )
You are.
You got a delivery tonight?
Yeah, where's that
fine-looking thing
working with you today?
Yeah, she's over there.
All right, good night.
( Buzzer sounds )
Okay, now.
♪♪
He just walked right in,
gave me the disk, laid down on
this table and died.
What about the energy surge
you saw?
Is it still there?
Let's see what this does.
Oh, my god.
What?
He's alive.
Is the entire system
falling apart?
I assign two men to simply
watch over the civil servant,
and they're murdered
in cold blood!
They didn't even draw
their weapons!
This isn't gonna look good.
What do we tell the committee?
We're not gonna tell
anybody. Don't be absurd.
But the disclosure
directive--we're supposed to
make all the details of our
activity public.
Why don't we also tell them
about the cues?
Wake up, moron. We haven't
even found him yet.
I'm sorry, sir.
I must've panicked.
Oh, don't whimper.
You sound like a schoolgirl.
Now, who do we have
over at the resort?
No one.
They concluded the
investigation two hours ago.
You're kidding.
Send a team over there
immediately!
How could you leave the resort
unguarded at a time like this?
We're activating the cues
in less than 36 hours!
That's what that disk
was for--it uploaded his brain
into the system.
Can you get him out?
I think that's what
this disk is supposed to do.
But no, it's impossible.
What do you mean?
Well, Dourif's in
the mainframe.
Where the hell would I put him?
No disk has that kind of
capacity.
You'd have to pull him into
somebody's--
what were you saying?
That would be crazy.
I've never done anything
like it before.
I'm not sure it can be done.
I could kill one of you
if I tried to load your head
with that kind of juice.
We can't risk losing
any more of our people.
There's only 12 of us left.
I'm glad, because that would
be complete--
you are going to receive
the transfer.
Me?
I can't receive the transfer.
I don't even know
if it can be done.
( Cocks gun )
There won't be a discussion.
Get busy.
Okay. I've reconfigured
the system to shunt everything
internally powered into
one pathway.
When I give the word, I want
you shut off the main power
source and, at the same time,
hit that capacitor.
Why should I turn off
the power?
Because I've dumped
everything else from
the computer's memory.
According to the disk,
whenever the power's shut off,
the internal codes will
instruct whatever's left to be
saved into memory,
only the capacitor will absorb
the material and shoot it
into me...I think.
You think?
Either that, or my head
will explode.
Okay. Pull the switch.
( Grunting )
Man on radio: All units,
we have motion sensor
activity in sector 4.
Unit 6, we're on it.
( Indistinct chatter )
( Groans )
( Crying )
( Laughing )
Are you all right?
Come on, wake up.
Wake up, wake up.
Your name is loria.
Mick?
No.
But I seem to have
some of his memories.
It's a little fuzzy.
He was searching the system
for something.
Somebody's been uploading data,
lots of data.
He doesn't know what it's for,
but...
I have to log on
to the mainframe.
It's the only way to find out.
Guard: Check each booth.
Someone's coming.
North corridor's clear.
Move and you're dead.
Drop it.
Let's just blast our way
down the hallway.
No, no, it's too late.
The walls have sensors.
Security's already on the way.
They still haven't seen us.
I know a back way out.
( Siren blaring )
All right, let's go.
It's over, Medina.
Your security operation has
gotten completely
out of control.
Director Powell, if I may--
you may not.
Four months ago, you asked for
an increase in expenditures,
which was granted.
You promised that the
underground revolt would be
crushed.
Now it seems we're looking at
something a bit more serious.
Two security officers were
slain in the line of duty,
and you filed no report.
You approved surveillance
without going through
proper channels.
And on your watch,
two underground rebels
are shot dead at the resort.
Sir, I can explain
everything.
You won't have
the opportunity.
You are being removed.
Certainly you--you don't
hold me responsible for this.
Mr. Chairman, I think it's
unwise to act hastily
in a situation like this.
We simply have no conclusive
evidence that Mr. Medina acted
in anything but a proper
and patriotic manner.
He's targeted subversives
and non-conformists.
He's tracked the terrorist
underground.
It seems to me that--
it seems to me
you've said enough.
If you have an objection,
file a protest.
I have given this
government years of
loyal service.
Have I ever asked for
anything in return?
No. All I ask is to be
left along to do my job.
And never before has our nation
been faced with such
a serious risk.
Spare us your
campaign rhetoric.
We are through here.
And so are you.
I am a candidate for
the presidency of this nation.
I am a patriot.
And you have no right.
We can't afford a person
like you, Medina.
You're a tumor.
You have to be removed.
And don't let me see you
within 50 yards of
the security zone.
My office, two minutes.
I couldn't get anything
out of the clerk.
What was the verdict?
As we suspected.
The old bastard removed me.
We're finished.
Just one day to go,
and it's all over with.
Maybe not.
Prepare the cues for final
implementation.
We may have found an ally.
Can he be trusted?
He may be our only chance.
Come in, Medina.
Thank you for your very
generous words at the hearings.
Cut the bullshit.
Let's talk business.
What did you have in mind?
Half.
Half?
Of what?
Don't look so surprised.
Half of whatever you take in
illegally after the election--
bribes, kickbacks...
Everything.
You don't miss a trick,
do you?
I possess a skill which has
made all the difference
in my political career.
I can smell corruption...
From miles away.
Some men reek of it.
You, Felix, I could've found
in the dark.
Well, then you understand
how important it is that
I continue my work.
Of course, I have a bit of
a problem...
Since Powell removed my
security clearance,
and I need access to my files.
I think I can help you
with that.
Taylor, I think this is the
beginning of something
pretty special.
Whatever's going on with
the system, we can't prove it
from here. I have to go back
to the resort, see if I can
find a back door
into the mainframe.
Besides, they'll be suspicious
if I don't go back to work.
If you cross me, if it takes
the rest of my life,
I'll find you.
I'm not sure Dourif would
let me...Even if I tried.
Okay.
I'll meet you at the waterworks
at 8:00.
Loria.
What now?
I'm not sure whether i--
we're running out of time.
He loved you.
What are you talking about?
Dourif.
He loved you very much.
I can feel it.
I just thought you'd want
to know.
Female voice:
Welcome to the resort.
I know I don't have
my badge.
I just told you that.
But I've been walking past you
every day for three years.
Surely one of those times
you must've been awake.
These security guards are
really start to get on
my nerves.
What's your problem?
Ah, don't tell me.
The stiff on the table
gave you the jitters.
Yeah, go figure.
Look, just relax,
forget about it, we'll put in
a couple of hours, get out of
here around 12:00.
With all these security geeks
around, nobody will ever
know that we're missing.
Look, Simon, I have to
tell you something.
You cheat at solitaire.
In here.
Menno, do you--
do you know what you're doing?
You're screwing with
the mainframe of a government
installation.
That's as big a crime
as they've invented, you could
get in a lot of trouble.
Not if they don't find out
what I did, and you're the only
person I've told.
Great. Now i'm
an accomplice. Thanks a lot.
Simon, I didn't know
what to do, I'm scared.
And besides, what's with all
this extra data anyway?
What's it doing there?
Ohh!
( Grunting )
What the hell's wrong
with you?
I got a headache.
Sorry, I didn't know
anybody was...In here.
We were, um...
Checking the wires.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
( Groans )
I'll tell you the rest later.
Right now I gotta get into
the mainframe.
You want to help?
No, I, um--
I have appointments.
Yeah, that's probably
better--not to arouse
suspicion.
I'll catch up with you later
and fill you in.
Yeah, why don't you do that?
Simon?
Yeah?
I want to thank you
for your friendship.
I don't know what I'd do if
I didn't have you around.
Don't mention it.
Female voice:
Access granted.
Oh, good. Simon.
I gotta show you something.
That data--it's being
piggybacked onto
resort sessions.
It's being dumped on everyone
who passes through--
Simon?
It's for your own good.
Man: Get him!
Menn--
( Grunting )
Open the door, man!
Come on, hurry!
This way, man.
What? Okay, okay.
I got it! I got it!
( Door opens )
You get out, or I'll have
you thrown out.
No. No, you know...
I don't think I will.
You're out of your mind.
Don't make me kill you.
Not yet.
I have something to ask you.
There's no reason
for threats.
We're on the same side.
We both want the same things.
We just have to work from
within the system.
Shut up! Don't tell me
what to do, you ancient,
withered slug.
Your outdated idea of democracy
has no place in this world.
You do not deserve to live.
Wait.
I'll make it easier for you.
Just tell me what you want,
and I'll arrange it.
I don't need you anymore.
Besides, you humiliated me,
and that wasn't very nice.
Medina, that was politics.
( Chuckles )
Just put the gun away
and we'll forget all about it.
I don't forget, ever.
Sit down.
Sit, sit.
What are you going to do?
You know...
You're looking kind of tense.
I just want you to relax.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I want you to reinstate
my security clearance.
I can't.
I don't know the codes.
Oh, I'll bet if you looked
real hard, you could find it.
You know, I could get it
restored by senator Taylor,
but--oh, god--he insists on
becoming a partner, and i'm
just much of a joiner.
You know what I mean.
Please.
Don't do this.
You're not gonna help me,
are you?
Medina, it's not too late.
We can still work this out.
Shhhh.
I understand. It's all gonna
be all right, don't worry.
( Chuckles )
I'm not gonna hurt you.
You see what you made me do?
Oh, for crying out loud,
the security codes
are right here.
They were right on your desk.
( Laughs )
Newscaster: This is a
network news special report.
Our nation is in mourning
this evening after learning
of the brutal of committee
chairman Zachary Powell.
This resort employee is being
sought in connection with
the slaying of Powell,
who had earlier come down
hard on the underground.
Felix Medina, newly
reappointed head of security
and dark horse presidential
candidate, was at the scene
and had this to say.
We have all the evidence
we need.
He killed Powell
in cold blood.
If I hadn't witnessed it
with my own eyes, I wouldn't
have thought such cruelty
possible.
The underground is comprised
of ruthless lunatics.
They must be stopped.
In the name of our beloved
comrade Powell, I vow not to
rest until this man
is brought to justice.
TV off.
It's not possible.
He couldn't kill anybody.
What should we do
about Taylor?
He's been after me all day,
wondering when we're gonna make
our next move.
Contact him. Tell him
to be here in an hour.
What then?
We don't need him anymore.
Senator Powell was kind enough
to reinstate my security
clearance.
I'll take care of Taylor.
( Grunts )
Did you get into
the mainframe?
Yes, but my session was
interrupted before I finished.
Damn it!
What happened?
Well, somebody turned me in,
and then it seemed like
the whole place was after me.
Who turned you in?
My best friend.
You told him?
I thought he'd understand.
I thought he might help.
This is unbelievable!
We have got the entire
security force looking for us,
and you tell one of them
everything about our operation?
Are you insane?
I'm confused! I don't know
what thoughts are mine,
what are Dourif's!
His mind is still trying to
tell me something--about the
resort, about the system.
Like what?
I don't know.
But I do know that Felix Medina
is a murderer.
We already suspected that.
Well, now I know for certain
because he's saying that he
saw me kill Powell.
It's all over the news.
Why would he want to
kill Powell?
They're on the same side.
What would he stand to gain
by removing the old guy?
No, I feel certain that they
want very different things.
Medina is hiding something
from his superiors--
a plan of some sort.
I wish Dourif would've
confided in me before he died.
If something goes wrong
with your mind transfer, we'll
never know what he had planned.
Maybe it's better that he--
( groaning )
Are you okay?
What's happening?
( Groaning )
( Groaning )
What's the matter?
Can you hear me?
( Telephone rings )
Tell me you have good news.
I've boosted all the power
generators.
We have 12 hours before
system sign-on at 8 A.M.
Everyone who's been at the
resort in the last three months
will get hit with the
subliminal cues as soon as
they log on to their
home systems.
Good.
And they'll all vote for me.
Are you feeling better?
( Panting )
Dourif's mind--it was trying
to tell me something about
the resort.
Uh...he knew how
the system was being used.
We already know about
the extra data, but who's
behind it, what's it for?
It's got to be Medina.
That's why he grilled me
in person after Dourif died
in my booth.
He had to make sure
I didn't know anything.
What is that bastard
hiding?
The elections.
He's using the system to
manipulate the elections.
Is that possible?
All the system is--
it's a giant subliminal
stimulator.
Most of the programs we run
just implant fantasies, but
there's no reason
you couldn't--
oh, my god.
The elections are tomorrow.
Doesn't leave us much time.
That's why Dourif was
sending me all those images
of the resort.
We have to disable the system
before morning!
The entire mainframe?
That's what he was beginning
to do when he was shot.
But how?
We'll need explosives.
Will this do?
Wow! You come prepared.
Out of necessity.
I brought you some clothes.
You'll need to change.
You look ridiculous.
Excuse me, sir.
I think you should have this.
I found it in menno's booth.
Menno's booth?
You're dismissed.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Work faster!
Sir?
What are you bothering me
now with, Bennett?
You'd better look at this.
What is it? I don't have
time for this garbage.
I just checked it out.
It's the contents of
of a human brain.
Dourif's brain.
There you are.
I've been looking everywhere--
No smoking
in government buildings.
Bennett!
You're rubbernecking.
Well, it looks like our friend
menno has killed again.
What's he drawing?
I don't know.
There are two circles.
He--
there's--
he's drawing--
he's drawing that line.
It's--what?
Connecting the--
i--yeah.
What is it?
The energy that supports
the system--where does it
come from?
Two power stations control
the network grid.
Great. Those power stations
are connected to how many
system outlets?
All of them, every one.
Right. Dourif realized that
if he could destroy both
power stations, the entire
system would crash.
We don't have much time.
Stay here. Input the
remainder of the cues.
I'm gonna make sure the system
stays online.
In here.
So, this is the place.
( Groaning )
This is it.
Let's blow it to the moon.
Female voice:
Security alert.
( Alarm blaring )
Security alert.
( Cell phone rings )
What is it?
There's a security alert
at power station 1.
( Sighs )
Call a code red.
Full deployment.
Send in a squad, secure the
perimeter, I'm on my way.
That'll hold.
I set the timer for 2 minutes.
Let's get the hell out of--
( groaning )
We have to blow off both
charges at the same time.
What do you mean?
The explosives.
Dourif knew that he blew up
just one station, the data
would be saved to
the main buffer.
The only way to get rid of it
forever is to blow up
both stations at the same time.
That doesn't leave us
much margin for error.
All right, then.
You stay here, I'll go set
the other charges.
That should--
♪♪
Looks like they beat us
to the punch.
Time to switch to plan b.
Have any idea what plan b is?
Do you think you could purge
the data by getting back into
the mainframe?
No.
Maybe, but the resort is
swarming with security by now.
It'd be suicide.
( Alarm buzzing )
Don't!
Touch that, and we'll all
be blown to hell.
We have to disconnect
the detonator.
They must be halfway to
the other station by now.
Get over there with the unit
while we disarm this. Go.
( Whistling )
( Humming )
( Clears throat )
Hey there.
Lay on the ground,
nose in the dirt, and put
your hands on your head!
No.
Do it now,
or I'll kill you!
In the dirt!
I can't.
Why not?
Because if I do...
This will explode.
( Crack )
What now?
Uh...
This way.
Female voice:
Access denied.
Why won't it open?
Uh...
Give me your knife.
Uh...
Access granted.
( Lock clicks )
Man on radio: Base to
10-20.
10-20, respond.
Repeat--10-20, respond to base.
Must be sleeping on the job.
Code red! Tactical alert!
Man down!
( Siren blaring )
So much for sneaking in.
Where to now?
The control room.
This way.
It's just here.
What's goin' on out here?
I don't know anything, I swear.
It was--it was Medina.
What was Medina?
I tried to stop him,
but he wouldn't listen.
( Cell phone rings )
You gotta believe me.
Menno: Convince us.
Save me the trouble of
cracking the system's
internal security.
Call off the search.
I know where they are.
It's too late for that.
They've already installed
and initialized.
Then tell me where the data
is so I can create some sort of
block to the program.
If you just wait another hour,
the program will start
automatically, and I can
show you then.
It'll be too late to stop
Medina if we let the program
start!
( Cocks gun )
Please don't kill me.
I have worked so hard
to get where I am!
You have no idea
what I've been through.
I promise I won't turn you in.
We'll give you amnesty.
We'll let you slip away
without prosecution.
I'm begging you.
Look, all you have to do--
why do you keep doing that?!
Why did you do that?
He could've told us something.
I don't think he had
anything else to say.
( Men shouting )
Oh, security are on the way.
Maybe they heard the shots.
( Grunting )
Uhh!
You could've shot me!
You could've fallen on me.
Let's go.
Stay there!
There they are!
Bring it around!
They're over there!
Go on! Get 'em!
Get them! Get them!
Will somebody shoot them?!
Oh! Oh!
Medina: Somebody give me
a gun!
Will somebody shoot them?!
Thank you!
Uhh! Come on!
Will somebody--
just shoot 'em!
Give me that.
This is my kill.
( Grunting )
Shoot them!
Seal off the entire floor!
Aaaah!
Where are we?
It looks like
the supply room.
That means the control room
is right down the hallway.
We should split up.
I'll keep them busy for
as long as I can down here.
How much time do you need?
Uh, a few minutes.
How many? Five? Ten?
Ten.
You've got five.
How's the arm?
Uhh! It'll be okay.
When I hit the hallway
and start firing, I want you
to count to three and then
head to the control room.
Don't stop for anything.
You'll meet me there, right?
Right?
Just make sure you shut
Felix's program down.
( Click )
( Gunshot )
Simon.
I knew you'd come here.
Simon, I didn't kill Powell.
I know you didn't.
I followed up on what you told
me about the uploaded data.
There's a dozen terabytes of
information ready to cut into
the system at log-on today.
We have to find a way to get
through their online
security web.
What about a worm?
It's not strong enough.
Wait. Wait, what if we use
a worm to get inside and then
initiate a mega-virus?
What program has
that kind of power?
No program.
I'm gonna use Dourif's brain.
( Gunfire )
( Grunting )
I'm gonna run an anti-virus
program on my own brain.
That ought to dump all
non-resident data, including
Dourif's mind, back into
the computer.
Then you'll have to link it
to the worm and turn it loose
on Medina's data.
What if Dourif pulls you in
along with him?
We don't have much time.
Hit the switch.
( Grunting )
Drop the gun.
Drop the gun, or I'm gonna
hurt you.
No!
Drop it!
No!
Drop it.
No!
( Screaming )
( Choking )
( Sighs ) Told you.
( Grunting )
Aaaah!
( Grunting )
You can't beat me.
This is for Jor.
This is for Dourif.
And this is for me.
Are you all right?
( Grunting )
The system--did you
shut it down?
You see that icon?
That's Dourif.
I pulled him out of my head
and into the computer.
But--
how will you--
it's too late.
No. No, it's not. Watch.
The worm can't erase Medina's
data on its own, but amplified
by the power of Dourif's brain,
it's eating everything
in its path.
They're gone.
The data's gone.
Dourif finally stopped them.
( Grunting )
Oh, god, you're hurt.
Simon, help me get her
to my booth.
Hook her up, Simon.
Menno, she's dying.
Simon, please, just do it.
Everything's gonna be
all right.
I'll take care of you, okay?
You're gonna see a glowing red
spot near the corner of your
line of vision.
I want you to concentrate
on that.
And focus on Dourif.
Can you do that?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
( Grunting )
♪♪
( Grunting )
They're together.
( Men shouting )
Check the whole place,
one door at a time.
You gotta get out of here.
Forget it.
I'm not letting you take
the heat for this on your own.
Simon, the world is a fine
place, and worth fighting for.
Somebody's gotta get
the truth out.
Go on.
He's in here.
All right, get up!
On your feet!
Okay.
Come on!
Female voice: Access--
( warbled voice )
There goes your buddy, kal.
Looks like he was nuts
after all.
How would you like to try
to breathe through your socks?
He was always messing with
the rules, always complaining
about how screwed up
everything was.
He was bound to go postal
sooner or later.
You get punched out
a lot in bars?
Take your best shot.
What--
the system crashed.
A billion gigs must've flown
through here last night.
That's not possible.
Yes, it is.
What's that?
This is all we'll need
to nail Medina.
Medina? The guy outside
said he was dead.
Come on, it's a long story.
Female voice: Access--
( warbled voice )
Granted.
Newscaster: In the 24
hours since the shooting
death of former security
chief and presidential
hopeful Felix Medina,
new evidence has surfaced
which indicates that Medina
himself may be implicated
in a wide-ranging conspiracy
to manipulate yesterday's
election.
Our news team has learned
that resort employees have
provided police with evidence
purportedly linking Medina
to the plot.
At this hour, sources
indicate that the
unidentified resort employee
being detained for Medina's
death will not only be
set free but will be the key
witness in the case.
♪♪
The committee has reached
a verdict.
The defendant will rise.
Jor Norwell, you have been
found guilty of three counts of
murder in the first degree.
Do you have anything to add to
the record before sentence
is passed?
I didn't harm anybody.
Security forces set off
that explosive.
Senator Taylor,
distinguished judges,
please let the record reflect
that the defendant displays
absolutely no remorse
for his actions.
So noted, Mr. Medina.
One day, the people
will rise up against you.
They will realize what you're
doing to the system.
Enough of your paranoid
ramblings.
Step back.
Jor Norwell, the following
sentence is to be carried out
immediately.
You are sentenced to be shot
by a firing squad.
You are sentenced to be
electrocuted by 500,000 volts
of electricity.
And...you are sentenced
to be beheaded.
( Crowd cheering )
Where are your rebel
comrades now?
( Indistinct chatter )
( Whistling )
Uhh!
Administer the sedative.
Sedative flowing.
Ah. Monitoring brain
activity.
( Laughter and chatter )
( Beeping )
Program commencing.
( Grunts )
( Muttering )
( Electricity surging )
( Screaming )
Do we really need to do
the last one?
I'm gonna pretend I didn't
hear you say that.
( Groaning )
( Machine beeping )
Well...
This one won't be bombing
any more airports.
♪♪
( Alarm bleeps )
Female voice:
Good morning.
The time is 6 A.M.
Blinds.
( Whirring )
Shower on.
( Water pouring )
( Humming )
112 degrees.
TV on.
Announcer: This Tuesday,
elect Felix Medina for
a safe and well-ordered
society...
Until better times arrive.
Rioting has broken out
in sector 7 once again,
as food shortages continue.
Government rationing programs
have helped to alleviate
the crisis, and officials
promise a swift conclusion
to the turmoil.
In local news, underground
terrorist Jor Norwell died
yesterday after his sentence
of three virtual executions
was carried out.
Federal prosecutor and
presidential candidate
Felix Medina--
female voice:
Your breakfast is ready.
...on the subversive
rebel movement, vowing that
the upcoming elections would
not be postponed, as proposed
by senator Zachary Powell.
( Newscast continues )
Switch to phone link.
Call Simon.
( Dialing, ringing )
Simon, you there?
No.
Sorry, I didn't mean
to wake you.
Like hell.
Hey, did you see the news?
Yeah. Jeez, nobody ever got
more than two executions
before.
Nobody's ever caught those
assholes red-handed before.
Three innocent people.
I say they should give them
more than they got.
Well, he said he didn't mean
for anybody to get hurt.
Didn't mean--
menno, the guy walks into
a crowded airport with enough
plastique to blow up
a ten-story building.
I don't think he was there
to catch the red-eye.
Yeah, I know.
But three times--it just seems
kind of...Excessive.
Nobody's comfortable
with it.
But these losers have got to
realize that they can't get
away with this bullshit
anymore.
I say...Give the same
treatment to all of them.
Jeez, Simon, been eating
a little too much red meat
lately?
Probably just slept wrong.
Don't pay attention to me.
Yeah, well, try switching
to decaf.
I'll see you at work.
TV off.
I think I saw a rebel
over there.
Heh! Right.
Come on, ladies.
Let's get going.
Yes, sir.
♪♪
Yep, nice try, guys.
But you left your back door
wide open.
Find anything about Jor?
No, just the usual bullshit
propaganda.
Come here, I want to show you
something.
Take a look.
What's wrong with that picture?
There's four blue strands
and one yellow.
That's right, because it
doesn't belong there.
It was added later.
Well, what is it?
Well, someone has been
uploading terabytes of
information into the resort
system's software, but I don't
know what the hell it is
or what it does.
You logged on to the resort?
How'd you get in?
It was easy.
I wrote their security codes
for them when I worked there.
The idiots still haven't
changed them.
But Jor was right--
someone at the resort
is up to something.
It's too bad he had to die
for us to find out.
Loria? Never forget
what Hemingway once said--
"the world is a fine place,
and worth fighting for."
Mick...
I really...
You really what?
I really believe
in our work.
That means a lot to me.
And, uh...So do you.
Well, I'd better shut down
before they track me.
Man: Welcome to
the resort.
A facilitator will be
with you shortly.
Experience safari--where you
can hunt and kill extinct
species of wildlife.
Afterlife allows you to visit
a lost loved one or settle
an old score.
Or, for settling even bigger
scores, try judgment day--
where you get to play judge,
jury and executioner.
And then there's candy--
who can take you to erotic
heights of passion beyond
your wildest imagination.
If you're under 13, you will
need a v-chip override pass
from your parents for candy.
Thank you visiting
the resort.
Why are those security Nazis
suddenly recording everything
we do?
Why do they have to stick their
noses into our business?
They weren't breastfed,
they have small genitals,
they're losing their hair--
who cares?
They should just stick to
harassing citizens and leave us
to our work.
Hey, what about that guy Lewis
coming later today?
Did you figure out a way to
bypass the damaged cortex?
Forget it.
It's not possible.
I don't know.
Menno, please...
Don't get any ideas.
The last time you messed around
with the cerebral regulator,
we lost power for over an hour.
I know. Won't happen again.
He said, just before
he blew up the whole building.
Guys...
You gotta come and see this.
What'd you do this time?
It's my best yet.
Come on.
( Grunts )
What the hell did you do
to this guy, hook his balls up
to the generator?
Watch the monitor.
He jacked in for a date
with candy--you know, that
premium spank program.
So? Half the guys that come
here ask for candy.
Yeah, well, I found out that
this guy stole somebody else's
resort card.
He's already used up
his government allotment.
You know the procedure.
Write him up.
I thought I would get
creative and try
and punish him myself.
I pulled this photo of his wife
out of his wallet.
( Gasps )
( Whistles )
I scanned the photo,
reentered new coordinates,
and...viola.
♪♪
Aww...what's the matter?
Milton? Aren't you
enjoying yourself?
Yeah, but I thought I saw
someone back there.
Pay attention to me. Me!
( Chuckles )
Mmm.
( Moaning )
( Moaning )
Oh! You snake!
Mildred?! What are you
doin' in my fantasy?
I'm gonna make you sorry
you ever laid eyes
on that hussy.
I'm gonna make you sorry
you every laid anything
at all!
Uhh!
( Laughs )
Do you find the prospect
of unemployment amusing,
gentlemen?
( Grunting )
Isn't there anything
you can do for me?
Sir, you have had a stroke.
You have residual nerve damage,
not to mention the fact that
you haven't provided us with
with photograph, video,
or anatomy scans.
I don't know anything
about all that.
I was told you people
are professionals.
Can't you help me?
I'm sorry, but the
rules state--
nurse, that will be all.
But I am only doing my--
that will be all.
( Door slams )
Now, where were we?
I want to be reunited
with someone.
There was a girl
when I was young.
We were sweethearts.
I lost her during the war.
I've missed her
every day of my life.
Why didn't you ever try
to find her?
Never underestimate
the power of cowardice,
young man.
You put one foot in front of
the other and, before you
know it, you've walked
a mile.
Then another, then another.
By then, you're so far away
from what you really want,
it only seems real
when you close your eyes.
I guess you're right
about that.
And by then, you're in
a fancy computer palace,
begging for a piece of your
past that you threw away.
This means everything to me.
Give me five minutes.
I've been known to work some
magic around here.
If it doesn't work,
thank you for trying.
That program won't work.
You can't bypass
damaged nerves.
I said it won't work.
How do you know?
Because those coordinates
have never been used before.
I'm experimenting with some
new client-induced projection
routines.
We're not in the business
of torturing elderly patients
by raising their hopes.
You are going on report.
I'm all broken up.
You don't mind
if I turn you in?
No. And I'm sure you won't
mind if I tell the committee
about that fantasy session
you took last week.
How many people did you kill
in that shooting spree?
30? 40? 50?
My personal life
is none of your business.
And if you think that you can
intimidate me...
Get out of my light.
Get back to work!
( Door slams )
You're gonna see a glowing
red spot in the corner of your
line of vision.
I want you to get that spot
into the center and concentrate
on your object's face.
Uh, if my calculations are
correct, your mind should
assert control over, um...
Our electronic invasion
and replace the spot
with your sweetheart.
I know her face better
than my own.
Then I guess there's nothing
left to say except...
Give her a kiss for me.
Breathe deeply.
That's it, concentrate.
Focus.
Focus harder.
Pull it back.
Yes.
Is it really you?
That's it.
( Gasps )
Don't grab yourself.
Grab her.
It's been such
a long time.
I've missed you so much.
I've loved you
every single day.
If I may say so, sir,
press coverage of your handling
of the trial was superb.
Kudos to you for getting
another trial.
Careful, Bennett.
Your ambition is showing.
My apologies, sir.
What's the status of our
little election day surprise?
We're on schedule, sir.
Security inspectors are
uploading the cues daily.
Resort techs think we're
auditing them.
Good, good.
Another 48 hours
and it will all be over.
And nobody will
suspect a thing.
Unless Mick Dourif and his
minions decide to stir
things up.
( Sighs )
Get me moyer and sims.
Maybe it's time to stir
Dourif up.
Where's Dourif now?
He's in the safe house.
Hasn't been out for days.
What's he up to?
He's been jacking into
the system.
Mostly, he's just
sniffing around.
Like a dog.
The surveillance phase
is over.
Dourif's always wanted to be
a martyr.
See to it he's not
disappointed.
And keep it quiet.
Schedule a press conference
for later today.
When we land the big fish,
we need to be sure that
everyone knows about it.
( Clatter )
Well, I got news
for you, pal--you may have made
that old man's day, but you
don't get any credit for it
on the worksheet.
Since when?
He's right. Unsanctioned
procedures don't qualify.
You get zero points
for today's session.
You see, that's the problem
with this system.
It should encourage ingenuity,
not just marking time.
Well, thank you very much.
And I've got 4,600 points
in my file just for...
Marking time.
You know what I mean.
This system is capable of
so much more than we're
with it.
We could be helping people
with real problems--
kids with disabilities.
Are you running for office?
This place makes mind candy,
not miracle cures.
If you don't want to play
by their rules, go back
to research and development.
Half the points?
Twice the wait? No thanks.
Female voice:
Access granted.
Mick Dourif?
Jeez, what are you--
just shut up and do
exactly as I say.
You're hurt!
Does this booth have memory
log-in capabilities?
Well, i--i--
yes or no?
Yeah, of course.
What's the capacity?
100 gigs, with 50
on override.
Juice it up.
Mick--Mick, don't do this.
Okay? Turn yourself in.
They'll put you right back
to work.
They haven't even updated the
system since you've been gone.
Why do you think I left
this party, menno?
This place is turning people
into a bunch of mind--
( grunting )
You okay?
Hurry.
You can boot up with that.
Wow, this is one of those
new super-density things, huh?
Cool.
Come on, just plug me in
and turn it on.
Look, Mick, if they catch me
in here with you, I'm a
baked potato. You know that.
This isn't about you!
It's bigger than that!
Just do it.
And hurry, please.
Just give me a few seconds.
Female voice: Bypassing
primary systems port.
Menno: This is amazing.
Did you do this?
The wire--
plug it in.
( Grunting )
Okay.
Switch it on.
What about the anesthesia?
I'm dying! Switch it on!
( Grunting )
You okay?
It's the only way.
They have to be stopped.
Don't let them...
( Grunting )
( Screaming )
( Gunfire )
( Screaming )
What the hell is that?
Well, thanks for breaking
my computer.
And thanks for dying
in my booth.
Freeze!
No problem.
Honestly, I barely knew
the guy when he worked here.
And I haven't seen him since,
except for today.
And he just decided to
show up in your booth?
Out of all the booths
in the building?
Security said he snuck in
the back entrance.
That's just down the hall
from where I work.
Mm-hmm. And he just decided
to lay down on your table...
And die.
The leader of the underground?
The most wanted man
in the country just waltzes in
and says, "hook me up.
I'm fading fast."
I wish I could be
more helpful.
You know it's illegal
to harbor a fugitive.
Of course.
So, you know the penalties
for aiding in the course
of a terrorist event.
I helped program
that penalty. I would never--
so, you realize that
penalty would reduce your brain
to little more than
quivering gelatin.
Now...
Is there anything you want
to tell us?
Only that I hope you get to
the bottom of this as soon
as possible.
I don't want any more
terrorists in my booth.
The investigation will
remain open for the time being.
In the interim, your security
clearance is being revoked.
You can sign in at the front
desk in the meantime.
( Thunder )
Newscaster: Despite the
rioting, this is the third
closure of a maJor medical
facility this year, adding
yet another burden on the
city's overtaxed
public clinic.
In other news, the national
security force spearheaded
a daring capture of rebel
terrorist Mick Dourif today.
While security chief and
presidential hopeful
Felix Medina insists he hoped
to bring the rebel leader
to trial, Dourif was slain
when he violently resisted
arrest, killing two officers.
( Gasps ) A moth.
Better call headquarters.
Now, look, it's supposed
to be a little boring.
You'd probably be happy
if somebody shot at us.
( Thunder )
We are gonna stay up
all night.
He's gonna get up and go to
work in the morning.
And all I'm gonna get out of it
is a stiff neck
and hemorrhoids.
( Choking )
( Buzzing )
Thanks.
Nearly scared me to death.
( Grunting )
Okay, move.
Who are you?
Uhh!
Search the room.
Get up.
One chance.
What happened at the resort
today?
Um...you mean Dourif?
Tell me everything he said
before he died.
He just--he just walked in
and demanded to be hooked up
to the system, that's all.
Why would he want to be
connected to the system?
He didn't say.
Look, I don't know anything.
Security police interviewed
you for three hours.
Because they thought I could
tell them something, but I
couldn't tell them anything.
I don't know anything.
Hey, don't touch that!
Uhh!
( Buzzing )
We have nothing to lose
by killing you.
I'm telling you the truth.
He didn't say anything.
But--but after he died,
there was something funny
in the computer.
Go on.
Uh, typically, after
a session, all the levels
go back to normal.
But after he died,
there was a kind of rhythmic
surge in the system.
What does that mean?
I don't know.
But--but--but he brought a disk
he made me use.
Did it look like this?
Yeah.
I don't see these every day.
Boot it up.
I can't. My system won't
handle this kind of disk.
You'd have to go to the resort
to--
well, let's go.
We can't go to the resort.
There's security all over
the place.
They'd think I was involved.
( Cocks gun )
You are.
You got a delivery tonight?
Yeah, where's that
fine-looking thing
working with you today?
Yeah, she's over there.
All right, good night.
( Buzzer sounds )
Okay, now.
♪♪
He just walked right in,
gave me the disk, laid down on
this table and died.
What about the energy surge
you saw?
Is it still there?
Let's see what this does.
Oh, my god.
What?
He's alive.
Is the entire system
falling apart?
I assign two men to simply
watch over the civil servant,
and they're murdered
in cold blood!
They didn't even draw
their weapons!
This isn't gonna look good.
What do we tell the committee?
We're not gonna tell
anybody. Don't be absurd.
But the disclosure
directive--we're supposed to
make all the details of our
activity public.
Why don't we also tell them
about the cues?
Wake up, moron. We haven't
even found him yet.
I'm sorry, sir.
I must've panicked.
Oh, don't whimper.
You sound like a schoolgirl.
Now, who do we have
over at the resort?
No one.
They concluded the
investigation two hours ago.
You're kidding.
Send a team over there
immediately!
How could you leave the resort
unguarded at a time like this?
We're activating the cues
in less than 36 hours!
That's what that disk
was for--it uploaded his brain
into the system.
Can you get him out?
I think that's what
this disk is supposed to do.
But no, it's impossible.
What do you mean?
Well, Dourif's in
the mainframe.
Where the hell would I put him?
No disk has that kind of
capacity.
You'd have to pull him into
somebody's--
what were you saying?
That would be crazy.
I've never done anything
like it before.
I'm not sure it can be done.
I could kill one of you
if I tried to load your head
with that kind of juice.
We can't risk losing
any more of our people.
There's only 12 of us left.
I'm glad, because that would
be complete--
you are going to receive
the transfer.
Me?
I can't receive the transfer.
I don't even know
if it can be done.
( Cocks gun )
There won't be a discussion.
Get busy.
Okay. I've reconfigured
the system to shunt everything
internally powered into
one pathway.
When I give the word, I want
you shut off the main power
source and, at the same time,
hit that capacitor.
Why should I turn off
the power?
Because I've dumped
everything else from
the computer's memory.
According to the disk,
whenever the power's shut off,
the internal codes will
instruct whatever's left to be
saved into memory,
only the capacitor will absorb
the material and shoot it
into me...I think.
You think?
Either that, or my head
will explode.
Okay. Pull the switch.
( Grunting )
Man on radio: All units,
we have motion sensor
activity in sector 4.
Unit 6, we're on it.
( Indistinct chatter )
( Groans )
( Crying )
( Laughing )
Are you all right?
Come on, wake up.
Wake up, wake up.
Your name is loria.
Mick?
No.
But I seem to have
some of his memories.
It's a little fuzzy.
He was searching the system
for something.
Somebody's been uploading data,
lots of data.
He doesn't know what it's for,
but...
I have to log on
to the mainframe.
It's the only way to find out.
Guard: Check each booth.
Someone's coming.
North corridor's clear.
Move and you're dead.
Drop it.
Let's just blast our way
down the hallway.
No, no, it's too late.
The walls have sensors.
Security's already on the way.
They still haven't seen us.
I know a back way out.
( Siren blaring )
All right, let's go.
It's over, Medina.
Your security operation has
gotten completely
out of control.
Director Powell, if I may--
you may not.
Four months ago, you asked for
an increase in expenditures,
which was granted.
You promised that the
underground revolt would be
crushed.
Now it seems we're looking at
something a bit more serious.
Two security officers were
slain in the line of duty,
and you filed no report.
You approved surveillance
without going through
proper channels.
And on your watch,
two underground rebels
are shot dead at the resort.
Sir, I can explain
everything.
You won't have
the opportunity.
You are being removed.
Certainly you--you don't
hold me responsible for this.
Mr. Chairman, I think it's
unwise to act hastily
in a situation like this.
We simply have no conclusive
evidence that Mr. Medina acted
in anything but a proper
and patriotic manner.
He's targeted subversives
and non-conformists.
He's tracked the terrorist
underground.
It seems to me that--
it seems to me
you've said enough.
If you have an objection,
file a protest.
I have given this
government years of
loyal service.
Have I ever asked for
anything in return?
No. All I ask is to be
left along to do my job.
And never before has our nation
been faced with such
a serious risk.
Spare us your
campaign rhetoric.
We are through here.
And so are you.
I am a candidate for
the presidency of this nation.
I am a patriot.
And you have no right.
We can't afford a person
like you, Medina.
You're a tumor.
You have to be removed.
And don't let me see you
within 50 yards of
the security zone.
My office, two minutes.
I couldn't get anything
out of the clerk.
What was the verdict?
As we suspected.
The old bastard removed me.
We're finished.
Just one day to go,
and it's all over with.
Maybe not.
Prepare the cues for final
implementation.
We may have found an ally.
Can he be trusted?
He may be our only chance.
Come in, Medina.
Thank you for your very
generous words at the hearings.
Cut the bullshit.
Let's talk business.
What did you have in mind?
Half.
Half?
Of what?
Don't look so surprised.
Half of whatever you take in
illegally after the election--
bribes, kickbacks...
Everything.
You don't miss a trick,
do you?
I possess a skill which has
made all the difference
in my political career.
I can smell corruption...
From miles away.
Some men reek of it.
You, Felix, I could've found
in the dark.
Well, then you understand
how important it is that
I continue my work.
Of course, I have a bit of
a problem...
Since Powell removed my
security clearance,
and I need access to my files.
I think I can help you
with that.
Taylor, I think this is the
beginning of something
pretty special.
Whatever's going on with
the system, we can't prove it
from here. I have to go back
to the resort, see if I can
find a back door
into the mainframe.
Besides, they'll be suspicious
if I don't go back to work.
If you cross me, if it takes
the rest of my life,
I'll find you.
I'm not sure Dourif would
let me...Even if I tried.
Okay.
I'll meet you at the waterworks
at 8:00.
Loria.
What now?
I'm not sure whether i--
we're running out of time.
He loved you.
What are you talking about?
Dourif.
He loved you very much.
I can feel it.
I just thought you'd want
to know.
Female voice:
Welcome to the resort.
I know I don't have
my badge.
I just told you that.
But I've been walking past you
every day for three years.
Surely one of those times
you must've been awake.
These security guards are
really start to get on
my nerves.
What's your problem?
Ah, don't tell me.
The stiff on the table
gave you the jitters.
Yeah, go figure.
Look, just relax,
forget about it, we'll put in
a couple of hours, get out of
here around 12:00.
With all these security geeks
around, nobody will ever
know that we're missing.
Look, Simon, I have to
tell you something.
You cheat at solitaire.
In here.
Menno, do you--
do you know what you're doing?
You're screwing with
the mainframe of a government
installation.
That's as big a crime
as they've invented, you could
get in a lot of trouble.
Not if they don't find out
what I did, and you're the only
person I've told.
Great. Now i'm
an accomplice. Thanks a lot.
Simon, I didn't know
what to do, I'm scared.
And besides, what's with all
this extra data anyway?
What's it doing there?
Ohh!
( Grunting )
What the hell's wrong
with you?
I got a headache.
Sorry, I didn't know
anybody was...In here.
We were, um...
Checking the wires.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
( Groans )
I'll tell you the rest later.
Right now I gotta get into
the mainframe.
You want to help?
No, I, um--
I have appointments.
Yeah, that's probably
better--not to arouse
suspicion.
I'll catch up with you later
and fill you in.
Yeah, why don't you do that?
Simon?
Yeah?
I want to thank you
for your friendship.
I don't know what I'd do if
I didn't have you around.
Don't mention it.
Female voice:
Access granted.
Oh, good. Simon.
I gotta show you something.
That data--it's being
piggybacked onto
resort sessions.
It's being dumped on everyone
who passes through--
Simon?
It's for your own good.
Man: Get him!
Menn--
( Grunting )
Open the door, man!
Come on, hurry!
This way, man.
What? Okay, okay.
I got it! I got it!
( Door opens )
You get out, or I'll have
you thrown out.
No. No, you know...
I don't think I will.
You're out of your mind.
Don't make me kill you.
Not yet.
I have something to ask you.
There's no reason
for threats.
We're on the same side.
We both want the same things.
We just have to work from
within the system.
Shut up! Don't tell me
what to do, you ancient,
withered slug.
Your outdated idea of democracy
has no place in this world.
You do not deserve to live.
Wait.
I'll make it easier for you.
Just tell me what you want,
and I'll arrange it.
I don't need you anymore.
Besides, you humiliated me,
and that wasn't very nice.
Medina, that was politics.
( Chuckles )
Just put the gun away
and we'll forget all about it.
I don't forget, ever.
Sit down.
Sit, sit.
What are you going to do?
You know...
You're looking kind of tense.
I just want you to relax.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I want you to reinstate
my security clearance.
I can't.
I don't know the codes.
Oh, I'll bet if you looked
real hard, you could find it.
You know, I could get it
restored by senator Taylor,
but--oh, god--he insists on
becoming a partner, and i'm
just much of a joiner.
You know what I mean.
Please.
Don't do this.
You're not gonna help me,
are you?
Medina, it's not too late.
We can still work this out.
Shhhh.
I understand. It's all gonna
be all right, don't worry.
( Chuckles )
I'm not gonna hurt you.
You see what you made me do?
Oh, for crying out loud,
the security codes
are right here.
They were right on your desk.
( Laughs )
Newscaster: This is a
network news special report.
Our nation is in mourning
this evening after learning
of the brutal of committee
chairman Zachary Powell.
This resort employee is being
sought in connection with
the slaying of Powell,
who had earlier come down
hard on the underground.
Felix Medina, newly
reappointed head of security
and dark horse presidential
candidate, was at the scene
and had this to say.
We have all the evidence
we need.
He killed Powell
in cold blood.
If I hadn't witnessed it
with my own eyes, I wouldn't
have thought such cruelty
possible.
The underground is comprised
of ruthless lunatics.
They must be stopped.
In the name of our beloved
comrade Powell, I vow not to
rest until this man
is brought to justice.
TV off.
It's not possible.
He couldn't kill anybody.
What should we do
about Taylor?
He's been after me all day,
wondering when we're gonna make
our next move.
Contact him. Tell him
to be here in an hour.
What then?
We don't need him anymore.
Senator Powell was kind enough
to reinstate my security
clearance.
I'll take care of Taylor.
( Grunts )
Did you get into
the mainframe?
Yes, but my session was
interrupted before I finished.
Damn it!
What happened?
Well, somebody turned me in,
and then it seemed like
the whole place was after me.
Who turned you in?
My best friend.
You told him?
I thought he'd understand.
I thought he might help.
This is unbelievable!
We have got the entire
security force looking for us,
and you tell one of them
everything about our operation?
Are you insane?
I'm confused! I don't know
what thoughts are mine,
what are Dourif's!
His mind is still trying to
tell me something--about the
resort, about the system.
Like what?
I don't know.
But I do know that Felix Medina
is a murderer.
We already suspected that.
Well, now I know for certain
because he's saying that he
saw me kill Powell.
It's all over the news.
Why would he want to
kill Powell?
They're on the same side.
What would he stand to gain
by removing the old guy?
No, I feel certain that they
want very different things.
Medina is hiding something
from his superiors--
a plan of some sort.
I wish Dourif would've
confided in me before he died.
If something goes wrong
with your mind transfer, we'll
never know what he had planned.
Maybe it's better that he--
( groaning )
Are you okay?
What's happening?
( Groaning )
( Groaning )
What's the matter?
Can you hear me?
( Telephone rings )
Tell me you have good news.
I've boosted all the power
generators.
We have 12 hours before
system sign-on at 8 A.M.
Everyone who's been at the
resort in the last three months
will get hit with the
subliminal cues as soon as
they log on to their
home systems.
Good.
And they'll all vote for me.
Are you feeling better?
( Panting )
Dourif's mind--it was trying
to tell me something about
the resort.
Uh...he knew how
the system was being used.
We already know about
the extra data, but who's
behind it, what's it for?
It's got to be Medina.
That's why he grilled me
in person after Dourif died
in my booth.
He had to make sure
I didn't know anything.
What is that bastard
hiding?
The elections.
He's using the system to
manipulate the elections.
Is that possible?
All the system is--
it's a giant subliminal
stimulator.
Most of the programs we run
just implant fantasies, but
there's no reason
you couldn't--
oh, my god.
The elections are tomorrow.
Doesn't leave us much time.
That's why Dourif was
sending me all those images
of the resort.
We have to disable the system
before morning!
The entire mainframe?
That's what he was beginning
to do when he was shot.
But how?
We'll need explosives.
Will this do?
Wow! You come prepared.
Out of necessity.
I brought you some clothes.
You'll need to change.
You look ridiculous.
Excuse me, sir.
I think you should have this.
I found it in menno's booth.
Menno's booth?
You're dismissed.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Work faster!
Sir?
What are you bothering me
now with, Bennett?
You'd better look at this.
What is it? I don't have
time for this garbage.
I just checked it out.
It's the contents of
of a human brain.
Dourif's brain.
There you are.
I've been looking everywhere--
No smoking
in government buildings.
Bennett!
You're rubbernecking.
Well, it looks like our friend
menno has killed again.
What's he drawing?
I don't know.
There are two circles.
He--
there's--
he's drawing--
he's drawing that line.
It's--what?
Connecting the--
i--yeah.
What is it?
The energy that supports
the system--where does it
come from?
Two power stations control
the network grid.
Great. Those power stations
are connected to how many
system outlets?
All of them, every one.
Right. Dourif realized that
if he could destroy both
power stations, the entire
system would crash.
We don't have much time.
Stay here. Input the
remainder of the cues.
I'm gonna make sure the system
stays online.
In here.
So, this is the place.
( Groaning )
This is it.
Let's blow it to the moon.
Female voice:
Security alert.
( Alarm blaring )
Security alert.
( Cell phone rings )
What is it?
There's a security alert
at power station 1.
( Sighs )
Call a code red.
Full deployment.
Send in a squad, secure the
perimeter, I'm on my way.
That'll hold.
I set the timer for 2 minutes.
Let's get the hell out of--
( groaning )
We have to blow off both
charges at the same time.
What do you mean?
The explosives.
Dourif knew that he blew up
just one station, the data
would be saved to
the main buffer.
The only way to get rid of it
forever is to blow up
both stations at the same time.
That doesn't leave us
much margin for error.
All right, then.
You stay here, I'll go set
the other charges.
That should--
♪♪
Looks like they beat us
to the punch.
Time to switch to plan b.
Have any idea what plan b is?
Do you think you could purge
the data by getting back into
the mainframe?
No.
Maybe, but the resort is
swarming with security by now.
It'd be suicide.
( Alarm buzzing )
Don't!
Touch that, and we'll all
be blown to hell.
We have to disconnect
the detonator.
They must be halfway to
the other station by now.
Get over there with the unit
while we disarm this. Go.
( Whistling )
( Humming )
( Clears throat )
Hey there.
Lay on the ground,
nose in the dirt, and put
your hands on your head!
No.
Do it now,
or I'll kill you!
In the dirt!
I can't.
Why not?
Because if I do...
This will explode.
( Crack )
What now?
Uh...
This way.
Female voice:
Access denied.
Why won't it open?
Uh...
Give me your knife.
Uh...
Access granted.
( Lock clicks )
Man on radio: Base to
10-20.
10-20, respond.
Repeat--10-20, respond to base.
Must be sleeping on the job.
Code red! Tactical alert!
Man down!
( Siren blaring )
So much for sneaking in.
Where to now?
The control room.
This way.
It's just here.
What's goin' on out here?
I don't know anything, I swear.
It was--it was Medina.
What was Medina?
I tried to stop him,
but he wouldn't listen.
( Cell phone rings )
You gotta believe me.
Menno: Convince us.
Save me the trouble of
cracking the system's
internal security.
Call off the search.
I know where they are.
It's too late for that.
They've already installed
and initialized.
Then tell me where the data
is so I can create some sort of
block to the program.
If you just wait another hour,
the program will start
automatically, and I can
show you then.
It'll be too late to stop
Medina if we let the program
start!
( Cocks gun )
Please don't kill me.
I have worked so hard
to get where I am!
You have no idea
what I've been through.
I promise I won't turn you in.
We'll give you amnesty.
We'll let you slip away
without prosecution.
I'm begging you.
Look, all you have to do--
why do you keep doing that?!
Why did you do that?
He could've told us something.
I don't think he had
anything else to say.
( Men shouting )
Oh, security are on the way.
Maybe they heard the shots.
( Grunting )
Uhh!
You could've shot me!
You could've fallen on me.
Let's go.
Stay there!
There they are!
Bring it around!
They're over there!
Go on! Get 'em!
Get them! Get them!
Will somebody shoot them?!
Oh! Oh!
Medina: Somebody give me
a gun!
Will somebody shoot them?!
Thank you!
Uhh! Come on!
Will somebody--
just shoot 'em!
Give me that.
This is my kill.
( Grunting )
Shoot them!
Seal off the entire floor!
Aaaah!
Where are we?
It looks like
the supply room.
That means the control room
is right down the hallway.
We should split up.
I'll keep them busy for
as long as I can down here.
How much time do you need?
Uh, a few minutes.
How many? Five? Ten?
Ten.
You've got five.
How's the arm?
Uhh! It'll be okay.
When I hit the hallway
and start firing, I want you
to count to three and then
head to the control room.
Don't stop for anything.
You'll meet me there, right?
Right?
Just make sure you shut
Felix's program down.
( Click )
( Gunshot )
Simon.
I knew you'd come here.
Simon, I didn't kill Powell.
I know you didn't.
I followed up on what you told
me about the uploaded data.
There's a dozen terabytes of
information ready to cut into
the system at log-on today.
We have to find a way to get
through their online
security web.
What about a worm?
It's not strong enough.
Wait. Wait, what if we use
a worm to get inside and then
initiate a mega-virus?
What program has
that kind of power?
No program.
I'm gonna use Dourif's brain.
( Gunfire )
( Grunting )
I'm gonna run an anti-virus
program on my own brain.
That ought to dump all
non-resident data, including
Dourif's mind, back into
the computer.
Then you'll have to link it
to the worm and turn it loose
on Medina's data.
What if Dourif pulls you in
along with him?
We don't have much time.
Hit the switch.
( Grunting )
Drop the gun.
Drop the gun, or I'm gonna
hurt you.
No!
Drop it!
No!
Drop it.
No!
( Screaming )
( Choking )
( Sighs ) Told you.
( Grunting )
Aaaah!
( Grunting )
You can't beat me.
This is for Jor.
This is for Dourif.
And this is for me.
Are you all right?
( Grunting )
The system--did you
shut it down?
You see that icon?
That's Dourif.
I pulled him out of my head
and into the computer.
But--
how will you--
it's too late.
No. No, it's not. Watch.
The worm can't erase Medina's
data on its own, but amplified
by the power of Dourif's brain,
it's eating everything
in its path.
They're gone.
The data's gone.
Dourif finally stopped them.
( Grunting )
Oh, god, you're hurt.
Simon, help me get her
to my booth.
Hook her up, Simon.
Menno, she's dying.
Simon, please, just do it.
Everything's gonna be
all right.
I'll take care of you, okay?
You're gonna see a glowing red
spot near the corner of your
line of vision.
I want you to concentrate
on that.
And focus on Dourif.
Can you do that?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
( Grunting )
♪♪
( Grunting )
They're together.
( Men shouting )
Check the whole place,
one door at a time.
You gotta get out of here.
Forget it.
I'm not letting you take
the heat for this on your own.
Simon, the world is a fine
place, and worth fighting for.
Somebody's gotta get
the truth out.
Go on.
He's in here.
All right, get up!
On your feet!
Okay.
Come on!
Female voice: Access--
( warbled voice )
There goes your buddy, kal.
Looks like he was nuts
after all.
How would you like to try
to breathe through your socks?
He was always messing with
the rules, always complaining
about how screwed up
everything was.
He was bound to go postal
sooner or later.
You get punched out
a lot in bars?
Take your best shot.
What--
the system crashed.
A billion gigs must've flown
through here last night.
That's not possible.
Yes, it is.
What's that?
This is all we'll need
to nail Medina.
Medina? The guy outside
said he was dead.
Come on, it's a long story.
Female voice: Access--
( warbled voice )
Granted.
Newscaster: In the 24
hours since the shooting
death of former security
chief and presidential
hopeful Felix Medina,
new evidence has surfaced
which indicates that Medina
himself may be implicated
in a wide-ranging conspiracy
to manipulate yesterday's
election.
Our news team has learned
that resort employees have
provided police with evidence
purportedly linking Medina
to the plot.
At this hour, sources
indicate that the
unidentified resort employee
being detained for Medina's
death will not only be
set free but will be the key
witness in the case.
♪♪