Future Kick (1991) - full transcript

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Narrator] Earth was once
a beautiful blue planet.

That was a long time ago.

After endless wars
and brutal violence,

the wealthiest
citizens left Earth

and created a
civilization on the moon.

Back on Earth, life was a
constant fight for survival.

Governments were overthrown
by giant corporations

who controlled society
with an iron fist.

To do their dirty work,

the corporations
created a race of



bio-mechanical men
called the Cyberons.

They were programed to
fight society's criminals,

but soon the Cyberons
discovered the corporations

were the most ruthless
criminals of all.

The Cyberons were
systematically hunted down

and publicly executed by
a fascist strike force

known as the corporate police.

- [Mechanical Voice]
Cyberon alert.

Two Cyberons are headed south

in crime zone C, quadrant seven.

Move in and terminate.

- Hey Walker, why are
you always so uptight?

- I'm not uptight.

I'm just cautious.



- Relax, this time next week,

we'll be on a
shuttle to the moon.

- [Electronic Voice] Cyberon's
I.D. as Walker and Andrews.

- [Commander] All
units, intercept.

Go.

(sirens sounding)

- The car.

(breaking glass)

(screeching tires)

- Come on, go.

(sirens sounding)

(guns firing)

- [Andrews] Double back.

Corporate scum.

Here they come.

- Keep your eye on them.

(dramatic orchestral music)

We're not finished yet.

- [Andrews] We'll never
make the underground.

Let's kick their fucking asses.

- [Electronic Voice] Walker
and Andrews have been

apprehended by
Strike Force Three.

- [Man] Drop your guns.

And your visors too.

Against the wall.

- [Man] Look here, boys,
it's Walker and Andrews,

the last two Cyberons.

- [Man] There hasn't been a
public execution in a long time.

- [Man] Forget it,
let's waste 'em now.

- [Man] Orders are to
bring 'em in alive.

- [Man] In what condition?
(grunting)

(punching)
(grunting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Andrews, let's go.

(guns firing)

Andrews!

(groaning)

- [Narrator] While Walker,
the only remaining Cyberon,

has to fight for
survival on Earth,

the wealthiest citizens live
in opulence on the moon.

Through fantasy
computer programs,

they escape reality to an
Earth and a life that once was.

- [Electronic Voice]
Welcome to Ultra-Dream

by Virtual Reality Systems.

There is a limit
to the imagination

where your wildest dreams
meets your deepest fears.

You are about to go
beyond that limit.

(mysterious orchestral music)

(zapping)
(zinging)

(screaming)

(ominous orchestral music)

(heavy nervous breathing)

- [Electronic Voice] Did you
enjoy your VRS experience,

Howard?

- You gotta really
know when to stop.

- [Electronic Voice]
Well, it is a prototype.

(beeping)

(groaning)
(coughing)

- How's it coming?

- Oh it's um, there's
still a few bugs.

Boy, honey, when I first
started designing VRS,

Virtual Reality Systems,
I didn't see it.

But VRS, this is the future.

Just imagine,
anyone, I mean you,

can be anyone you want to be

in any story you want to live.

I mean, you experience
it as virtual reality.

- I still think I prefer books.

- But how can you
compare them to stories

that respond to your
memories, thoughts?

The stories are interactive.

- [Electronic Voice] Howard,
don't forget your shuttle.

(grumbling)

- Oh, the shuttle
will leave in 15.

- I hate it when
you go to Earth.

(kissing)

Why can't they come here once?

- I know honey.

Look, big publishers are
just like big corporations

and when the senior
editor says, go to Earth,

I go to Earth.

- [Electronic Voice]
Howard, go to Earth.

- [Howard] Bye.

Oh, don't fool with the program.

It's been a little rough, huh?

(beeping)

- [Electronic Voice] You
have chosen Acu Dream

from Virtual Reality Systems,

designed by VRS
programmer, Howard Morning.

Sit back, relax, and let
us control your mind.

(loud honking signal)

- [Flight Attendant] The
captain has illuminated

the no smoking sign.

Please put seats and tray tables

in their upright and
locked positions.

- [Intercom Voice] Primary
five, five, seven, four.

- [Flight Attendant]
Estimated flight time to

New Los Angeles, will be
two hours and 22 minutes.

(engines roaring to life)

- [Captain] Thank you.

- [Flight Attendant]
You're welcome.

- Today is the first day of
the rest of your new life

with New Body.

Nine out of 10 doctors
agree that major organs

should be replaced
before 45 years of age.

Remember, at New Body,
we have one for you.

- [Intercom] The
Terra Shuttle Company

will not be responsible
once you leave the terminal.

The white zone is for
loading and unloading

of passengers only.

Due to ongoing
terrorist activities,

all unattended vehicles will
be destroyed immediately.

The white zone is for
loading and unloading

of passengers only.

Due to ongoing
terrorist activities,

all unattended vehicles--

- [Announcer] Welcome to

Forest Park body
disposal unit number 317.

Our sympathies are with you
during your time of sorrow.

(dripping water)

(beeping)

- [Andrews] This time next week,

we'll be on a
shuttle to the moon.

- It's getting weird
out here, buddy.

You're better off where you are.

- It's a beauty all right.

It's one of the last
four in existence.

They found it in an excavation
in old town just last week.

- Well, David Copperfield
wouldn't sell many VRS programs.

- No.

Sales of your VRS program
are sky rocketing.

Marketing tells me that
they can expect to ship

over 50,000 units of
your latest program.

The corporation is very happy.

- They're going to
be a lot happier when

they see the New Body program.

I'm meeting a former New
Body executive tonight.

She's giving me some
stolen information.

I know this doesn't
make sense but,

New Body isn't science fiction.

It's science fact.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Announcer]
Welcome to New Body.

Weight reduction and
physical therapy,

please go to the second floor.

Genital enlargements
go to the third floor.

Organ transplantations,
go to forth,

fifth, and sixth floors.

Organ donations are
accepted at the service desk

at the rear of the building.

- The order was a
white female, mid 20's.

You can't keep up with demand,
even with third world donors.

I'm the last chance you
have for quality organs.

Now, I want my 500,000.

- I can't give you
more than 400, David.

The heart is oversized.

She was a drug addict.

- It's not worth it.

I'd rather crush it than
give it to you for that.

- All right. All right.

500,000.

But this is the last time.

We have a little problem.

One of our corporate executives,

Alana Johnson, is missing

and she's stolen a
vital computer disk.

(people yelling)

(slow percussion dance music)

- Hey Howard.

- [Howard] Katherine.

(crowd hollering)

- Are you Howard Morgan?

I'm Alana.

Quickly, I can't be seen.

If they catch me,
they'll kill me.

- [Howard] Okay, you got it?

- The cash first.

This disk proves that New Body
is stealing human body parts.

New Body is worse
than you think.

(ringing)

- [Man] Come on baby, I'll
show you what a real man--

- [Woman] Hey,
watch it, will ya?

- [Man] Come on, come on.

- [Woman] Let go of me, asshole.

(grunting)

- [Man] Hey.

Get your hands off me,
you son of a bitch.

(grunting)

Bastard.

- I love this place.

You wait here.

- Move it, punk.

- [Man] Let him go, robot trash.

You're gonna be real sorry.

- [Man] Kick his ass.

Take his head off.

What are you doing
down here anyway?

(angry yelling)

(grunting)

- Uh, excuse me.

Easy.

My name is Howard Morgan

and I have a use
for your talents.

I can use a freelance
collector like you.

If you want the
other half of this,

you'll be at the Border Hotel,

room 1530, 9:00
p.m. tomorrow night.

(guns firing in the distance)

- No, please.

Please, oh please.

(screaming)

- You've been seeing
another man, Alana.

- It's not what you think.

- I'm afraid it is.

I want the disk back now.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Where's Howard Morgan?

- Let me go.

(scared heavy breathing)

Let me go.

(screaming)

(distant siren sounding)

(laughing)

- The lower I go, the
more exciting it gets.

(pounding)

(people talking loudly)

(electronic buzzing)

- [Announcer] Please
take your seats.

The laser blade games are
beginning in one minute.

Contestant one, the challenger,
take odds at 87 to one.

- Just know the rules
of the game, do you?

- [Announcer] Even odds.

Have your pass or
credit disk ready.

Minimum bet is $10,000.

Warning, do not look
directly into the

laser blade high bars.

Let the game begin.

(ruckus crowd
talking and yelling)

(zapping)

(buzzing)

- [Woman] Go for it,
come on, come on.

- Watch out!

- Come on, you got her.

Kill it, get it.

- Kill her!

- Come on, kid.

(laughing)

(cheering)

(laughing)

- [Announcer] Winner
takes $250,000,

William, the snake,
Quigmier is champion

for six nights in a row.

- [Man] That's the word!

Snake is king!

The snake is now the one and--

(laughing)

- [Woman] I love you, Howard.

- You know?

- [Woman] What?

- Every time I'm with you,

it's just one pleasure
after another.

(surprised gasping)

(screaming)

- [Woman] No, what
are you doing?

(ominous orchestral music)

- [Man] You don't
fuck with New Body.

(ringing phone)

- [Peter] Nancy, this is Peter.

- Oh.

- [Peter] Did I startle you?

- Oh Peter, hi.

No, it was a nice surprise.

Howard there with you?

- [Peter] I'm so sorry, Nancy,

Howard,

Howard is dead.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Flight Attendant]
Ladies and gentlemen,

we have begun our final
descent into New Los Angeles.

- [Announcer] The white
zone is for loading and

unloading passengers only.

Due to ongoing
terrorist activities--

(dramatic orchestral music)

The white zone is for loading
and unloading passengers only.

Due to ongoing
terrorist activity--

- Excuse me, could you
tell me how to get to--

- [Man] Fuck off.

- [Announcer] The white
zone is for loading

and unloading passengers only.

Due to ongoing
terrorist activity--

- Excuse me?

(screaming)

What are you doing?

(laughing)

Somebody help me!

(crowd complaining)

Shit.

- [Announcer] This
is crime control,

precinct number
nine, nine, seven.

If your crime does
not involve murder,

rape or physical assault,

please proceed to the
automated terminals

on floors one and two.

To avoid unnecessary delays,

have your personal
identification code ready.

- [Man] Hey, where do
you think you're going?

- [Man] What are you
doing, man, come on,

there's a line here in
case you didn't see it.

(knocking)

- Take a number and sit.

- [Announcer] Now
serving number 17.

- [Man] What is this?

Hey babe, I've been in
line for a long time.

- [Announcer] Subgrades
are not allowed to enter

the Gates Memorial
Detention Center.

- My husband was
murdered yesterday.

I would like to speak
to the person in charge.

- There are people
in front of you.

- I can't wait for hours.

- Lady, that number
won't come up for days.

- [Man] Hey, yeah, so go home.

- My husband was
murdered yesterday

and you're telling me that
I have to wait for days?

- Lady, calm down.

- That maniac is probably
out there right now

killing other people.

- That's enough!

- Enough? What's enough?

You're sitting around
here on your fat asses

while people are out there
being slaughtered in this place.

- Shut up, lady.

(crowd complaining)

- Her name was Alana.

She worked at New Body.

Her heart was ripped out.

- I don't care
what her name was.

You get out of here
before I book you.

- You piece of shit.

- [Mrs Morgan] Who's
in charge here?

- I'm in charge here.

Who's asking?

- I'm Nancy Morgan.

My husband was Howard Morgan.

- So?

- Morgan's that
big time programmer

who got ripped last night.

- Oh, perfect.

Captain Kramer.

- How do you do?

- I'm sorry about your husband.

Come into my office.

That's all the street
patrol found on him.

(somber orchestral music)

(gasping)

(crying)

- What's this?

- I thought maybe
you could tell me.

- No, I don't understand.

Certainly you have
more leads than this.

- Well,

no.

Believe me, we don't like
it when prominent citizens

show up missing their
hearts and livers.

(siren sounding)

I've been taking a
lot of heat on this.

Earth is a fucked up place.

- At least give me an idea
how you intend to proceed.

(laughing)

- Mrs Morgan, this
city is a big place.

- But you're the police.

- Yeah.

And we have more
than 100 murders

in my precinct alone everyday.

- Yes, well, that
may be true, Captain,

but I expect you to find
my husband's murderer.

- Just a minute.

Look, why don't you just
go back to the moon.

Sooner or later,
we'll find something.

- That's not enough.

- We only wanted the disk back.

You didn't have to kill Morgan.

It was a mistake.

- No, letting you call
the shots was a mistake.

New Body exists because of me.

I go, it goes.

- You can't shut
down New Body, Hines.

You're lucky we
don't shut you down.

Once we increase our
organ donor supply

from the third world, we
won't need you anymore.

Morgan had to go.

He knew too much, but
you were sloppy, Hines.

Someone saw you rip him.

Some guy in the alley and
to make matters worse,

now his wife is on your trail.

This is where she's staying.

Wait a minute!

Don't forget the snitch.

- I never forget a friend.

- I'm Nancy Morgan.

A Mr Peter Randall made
a reservation for me.

- Yes, would you excuse
me please while I check.

It'll take a moment.

- Thank you.

(walking footsteps)

- The perfect killing machine.

Over the centuries, the shark
has changed very little.

- You like sharks?

- I like perfection.

- Miss?

You're correct.

1530.

- Thank you.

- [Dest Attendant]
Would you check with

the bellman on
your floor please?

- Yes.

- [Desk Attendant] Thank you.

Enjoy your stay.

(squeaking door)

(high frequency ringing)

- What's the job?

- What are you doing in my room?

- Where's Howard Morgan?

Are you his contact?

- What did you have
to do with him?

How do you know Howard?

- [Walker] I don't.

- [Announcer] Cyberon
walker has been located in

crime zone J, quadrant 62.

- [Man] Very good, the
undercover unit's in place.

Now we've got him.

(ominous orchestral music)

(crackling fire)

- [Man] Hey android.

Don't you get it man?

You don't come down to this
part of the neighborhood.

(squeaking door)

- What do you say, Joey,
we tear this thing up and

maybe sell him for scraps, huh?

(laughing)

What do you think, android?

How about a little game
of wreck the robot?

- Maybe you boys ought
to play someplace else.

- [Man] No, no.

Roadkill, tear this thing up.

(aggressive yelling)

(grunting)

(cracking)
(pained screaming)

(grunting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Come on, man.

I'm your friend,
we can work this,

let's help each other,
you know what I'm saying?

(clanging)

- [Announcer] Undercover
unit has been eliminated

by Cyberon Walker.

- I've never been to
Earth before, Gus.

I don't know where
Howard would go.

Got any ideas?

- I don't know.

Probably hit the
Zonarosa with the rest.

- The what?

- The Red Zone.

You know, the hot box.

The skin connection.

- No, he wasn't like that.

- I'm not so sure.

- How far is this Zonarosa?

- 11 blocks to Heaven.

(laughing)

- Thank you.

- Hey, you don't want
to go there alone.

(upbeat percussion music)
(people talking loudly)

- [Woman] Warm or cold?

- It's cold.

- No, do you want your
zans warm or cold?

- Zans?

Oh no, um, may I have
some water please?

(laughing)

Water, that's a good one.

Where the hell do you
expect me to get water?

- Fine, zans, cold.

- Good.

- I also need some information.

I'm trying to find out where
my husband went last night.

Now there's a possibility
that he could have been

somewhere here in the Zonarosa.

Maybe he was with another man,

uh, he's big, wears a visor.

- Honey, give the guy a break.

We all need a change of pace.

- Keep it. He was murdered.

His heart was cut out.

- This is Two One, ask him.

I heard he saw something.

- Did you see my
husband last night?

- Hmm.

- Howard Morgan,
story programmer.

- My memory's going.

Must be getting old.

- Here, yeah, yeah,
yeah, how much?

- How much you got?

- Did you see anything?

- It was a slaughter.

He never had a chance.

- You saw who did it?

- Why do you want
to find this guy?

He'll rip you soon
as look at you.

- Please.

Just tell me anything you know.

(ominous orchestral music)

You said they when you
talked about the murder.

- Your husband and
his girlfriend.

- [Nancy] They were together?

- [Two One] Arm in
arm until the end.

They were in the
truck at Darrow 2000.

Maybe the bartender
saw something.

(somber orchestral music)

(sobbing)

- You son of a bitch!

(metal clanging)

(sobbing)
(ominous orchestral music)

(ringing phone)

- [Woman] Captain Kramer,
there's an emergency

phone call for you
on visual, line six.

- Precinct nine, nine, seven.

- Hello? Hello?

Is Captain Kramer there, please?

- I'm sorry ma'am, the captain's
not available right now.

- This is very important.

Nancy Morgan.

Will you please have him
call me at the hotel?

- Yes ma'am.

Thank you.

(static buzzing)

(upbeat dance music)

(energetic crowd hollering)

- Excuse me.

Is this seat taken?

- No.

- Two One said that
you could help me.

He told me that Howard Morgan
was in here last night.

Well, he's uh,

he's tall.

He has sandy brown hair.

He was probably with a woman.

Do you remember him?

- Follow me.

- What's your name?

- My name's Farny.

If you're friends with Two One,

you probably know
his sister, Tai.

She reads the cards.

She sees the future.

Tai, she says she
knows your brother.

- Farny, how many
times have I told you

not to put strangers in my face?

- [Farny] Sorry, goodbye.

- Get your ass out of here.

- Tell me.

I'm going to find
out who killed him

with your help or not.

- You just don't get it, do you?

This guy killed my
best friend, Alana,

over a fucking computer disk.

He eats FC's for breakfast,

so why don't you get your
ass out of here right now

while you can.

- I don't know what
you're talking about

and I'm very sorry
about your friend,

but he killed my
husband and I'm not

going to let him
get away with it.

- Well, I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

- Wait.

This is the number
where you can reach me.

I hope you change your mind.

(upbeat dance music)
(rowdy crowd yelling)

- You're a very popular
guy around here.

(distant siren sounding)
(dramatic orchestral music)

- You said something
about my being popular?

- Yeah.

Some woman was looking for you.

- Did she divulge the
source of her curiosity?

- Huh?

- What'd she want, Farny?

- She thinks you might
have killed her husband.

Some famous guy.

- Who gave her that idea?

- Maybe Tick Tock or Two One.

They didn't tell
her much though,

just that you might have
killed a girl named Alana.

- Anything else?

- Oh, you wouldn't have,

people usually pay
me for information.

- It's a quaint custom.

(loud dramatic orchestral music)

Time for a change.

- [Announcer] All
freelance collectors and

bounty hunters must carry
personal identification codes

with them at all times.

Prisoners must be
shackled and under control

while on the premises.

(grunting)

Freelance collector, Walker,

report to the prisoner
reformation booth now.

- 14,000.

- That's 14,000 dead,
only 10,000 alive.

(lively crowd complaining)

- [Walker] Next time,
you won't be so lucky.

- Excuse me.

You were the one in my
hotel room last night.

The $100,000 belonged
to my husband.

I want to find out
who killed him.

- [Walker] It wasn't me.

- Then help me find who did it.

(beeping)

Don't you?
- What?

- I'll pay you $50,000.

- Cash or credit disk?

- Whatever you prefer.

- Cash.

- Then you'll do it?

- Maybe.

- We should have never
killed a programmer.

Hines is suffering from
a severe psychosis.

He's out of control.

- Little longer.

We can retire Mr
Hines, permanently.

- I've had enough.

- I'll handle it.

(loud dramatic orchestral music)

(whimpering)

- YOu've got two things
I'm going to take.

Your body,

your soul.

(screaming)

- [Man] Organ
swipers still around.

New Body needs this thing
cleaned up immediately.

She called a couple
of hours ago.

She's at the hotel.

Make it look like an
accident or a suicide,

but do it now!

We need her dead!

(signaling elevator)

(ringing phone)

- [Machine] This is
Walker. Leave a message.

- Walker, it's Nancy.

Please pick up, Walker,
if you're there.

I'm at the hotel.

There's someone in my room.

(dramatic orchestral music)
(startled gasping)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Gus, there's
someone in my room.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Gus] There's nobody in here.

(gun firing)

(struggling)

(breaking glass)
(screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gasping)

- Face lift?

(grunting)

(aggressive yelling)

- [Man] Zane, leave.

(gun firing)

(button beeping)

(slow dramatic music)

- Shit.

- You're cut.

- I know.

- He's strong.

He's as strong as me.

- We're going to
correct that right now.

Lie down.

(electricity zapping)

- Who was he?

- I'm not sure.

But I have an idea.

- Walker, who was that man?

I've seen him before.

- I don't know, but
I'm going to find out.

- Well, it'll be okay.

We were so sure you guys
were going to replace us all.

- Yeah, we didn't
even make it 10 years.

- Feel that?

Um, I can't be caught
working on you.

- She's okay.

(high pitched whistling)
(sizzling)

- Andrews hadn't been
around in a long time.

- Andrews is dead.

The corporate police
terminated him last week.

- Then you're the last.

- Maybe.

- [Announcer] Cyberon alert.

Walker and an unidentified
female have been tracked

to the medical facility's annex.

- [Commander] There are no
corporate police in the area.

Alert the facility's
security forces.

- You're the last what?

- There were 10 of
us designed here.

Project Cyberon.

Corporate controllers.

Our function was to
stop corporate crime,

but the corporations
were the criminals.

- Freeze, right there.

(gun firing)

(grunting)

- Reflex.

- She's here alone.

She's trying to
track down Hines.

That takes guts.

- Look, she's crazy.

- Why are you being such
a hard ass about her?

- Because I don't want to
be responsible for some rich

lunar bitch.

- I just don't want to
see anybody else hurt,

like Alana.

- I don't know.

Just let the police help her.

- The police can't
even help themselves.

- Right.

Go straight ahead.

What the hell is so important

you had to see me now?

And here?

- You set me up.

- You're insane.

- She knew I was coming
and she had company, an FC.

Our agreement is terminated.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- I don't have to
listen to this crap.

- You do what I say.

- You come into my
precinct station

and you threaten me?

(screaming)

(loud ominous orchestral music)

(groaning)

- [Nancy] Do you
ever feel lonely?

- The only thing you get
from feelings is dead.

I watched and felt
nine of us die.

Turner was right.

I am the last.

- The last what?

I mean, you never
really told me.

You were part of a
Cyberon project, a hybrid?

- I don't know.

All I know is, they were
the only family I ever had.

When the corporations made us,

they gave us emotions,
morals, and ethics.

When we discovered
the corporations

were destroying the planet,

they created the
corporate police

and hunted us down like animals.

They got Winfrey first.

He never knew what hit him.

Didn't suspect a thing.

None of us did.

But we quickly
learned our lesson.

Wiser and Katkin tried to
escape to the underground.

They could have made it too.

They were set up.

Corporate police tracked
them and then waited.

It was a perfect trap.

They never had a chance.

(explosions)

Fernandez was captured.

There was a mock trial.

- [Group] Guilty.

- [Walker Voiceover]
And he was executed

on national television.

The public watched on.

When they caught
King and Parnell,

there was another broadcast.

The rest tried to
escape to the moon.

They hijacked the mining vessel.

There was a massive
space battle,

an incredible fight.

They didn't make it either.

That left me and Andrews.

And they picked
him off last week.

(gun firing)

Andrews!

- You made it.

- Did I?

I survived by collecting
the slime of society.

- I owe you my life.

- You don't owe me anything,

except 500 grand.

- Here.

(slow somber orchestral music)

- Thanks.

- Will you hold me?

(ringing phone)

- [Woman] Precinct
nine, nine, seven.

- Uh, Captain Kramer please.

It's Dr Sato.

- [Woman] Oh, Dr Sato, um,
there's been some trouble.

You see, Captain
Kramer died last night.

- Oh my God.

Uh,

how?

- [Woman] It's awful.

He was murdered.

Somebody ripped his heart out.

They left it on his desk.

- Whoa,

whoa, sole mio.

Ha, ha, the game, the game.

(laughing)

There's a game, yeah.

(electronic buzzing)

- Looks like your
lucky day, Two.

I've run across a sport's man.

- It's a nice game if you
like this sort of thing.

I don't care much
for it, personally.

- No, at least until
someone dies, Two.

- We can always call for help.

Help!

Help!

(zapping)
(buzzing)

You're not going to
get away with it.

Somebody told you wrong.

I'm not the one you want.

- Don't look at me!

Look at me!

I believe you.

(ringing)

- Things getting
out of hand, doctor?

- How did you get in here?

What do you want?

- Hines.

- Never heard of him.

- Oh, come on.

You remember Alana.

She met the slime
when she worked here.

- Yes, of course.

- The bastard ripped her.

Now it's his turn.

- She had no corporate loyalty.

Alana was greedy and
it caught up with her.

- Fuck you and fuck
your corporation.

Don't you tell me about greedy.

I'll tell you what, doctor.

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me where Hines is
and I won't tell the D.A.

that Hines supplies New Body
with black market organs.

I'm disappointed, doctor.

New Body isn't so new.

It's just old fashioned murder.

Nancy Morgan, please.

- [Woman] She's not
in at the moment.

- Okay, I'll leave a message.

Tell her that Hines
lives in the zone

near the old com center.

He'll be in the
Trocadero Club tonight.

(loud dramatic orchestral music)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(spitting)

- The Trocadero Club, okay.

That's all?

Thank you.

Someone just called the
hotel and left a message.

They said Hines lives
in the Zonarosa,

near the commonet building.

- [Walker] The
Trocadero Club is where

Howard approached me.

- [Nancy] That's the last
place he was seen alive.

(flames crackling)

- [Man] There's Entrepidero.

Let's do it.

(upbeat dance music)

(grunting)

(gun firing)

(screaming)

(grunting)

- Get your fuckin'
hands off of me!

- You're causing me
a lot of trouble.

- Freeze!

(shots firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(grunting)

(shots firing)

- [Nancy] You all right?

- [Walker] About 80%. Let's go.

(shots firing)

(loud dramatic orchestral music)

- [Announcer] Cyberon alert.

Gunfire outside
the Trocadero Club.

- [Man] Punch up the visual.

- [Announcer] Cyberon
I.D. confirmed.

It's Walker. He's headed
for the underground.

- [Man] Alert all units.

We can't track him
once he goes under.

- [Man] Going down, android.

Down to the depths of hell.

And we're waiting for you.
- I'm game.

- [Walker] Careful. There
could be some live wires.

(zapping)
(screaming)

- [Nancy] Walker!

(crashing)

Walker!

(fast suspenseful
orchestral music)

(screeching tires)

- Looks like you got a little
caught up in your work.

(grunting)

Let's see what a guy
like you is made of.

(zapping)
(pained yelling)

Congratulations,
you are the last.

(screaming)

(gun firing)

- Walker.

They're getting away.

(dripping water)

(screeching tires)

Are you all right?

- About 70%.

How about you?

(tired breathing)
- 87.

- Here.

It's ready to go.

- [Nancy] Walker,
what do you see?

- [Walker] My visor's
not picking up anything,

but I know they're close.

(dripping water)

(slow dramatic orchestral music)

- Where are we?

- We're in the underground.

After the big quake, they just
built on top of the ruins.

Somewhere near Hope Street.

Come on, let's go.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Where's Hines?

- Right here.
(startled screaming)

You're here. I'm so happy.

Take your visors off now.

Now!

Let's watch him die.

(whirring club)

(battle cries)

(clanging steel)

- Come on!

(aggressive yelling)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(sirens sounding)

- [Woman] All units
taking position.

- [Hines] Zang, Zang, Zang!

It's the corporate
police, leave!

- [Mechanical Voice]
Status report requested.

- [Man] All units in position.

Waiting for orders to
move into the underground.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Electronic Voice]
Units three and four,

move into the underground.

- [Man] Orders confirmed.

Units three and four moving in.

Estimated time of
capture, two minutes.

- [Hines] Oh, it's time for
you to die, Miss Morgan.

(gun firing)
(pained yelling)

(grunting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(aggressive yelling)

(electronic zapping)

(grunting)

(zapping)

(exploding)

(battle cry)

(crashing)

(running footsteps)

(pained crying)

- What?

(pained yelling)

- Get in the chair!

Lock yourself in.

We'll activate the
laser blade pylon.

(screaming)

Your other hand!

- [Man] Freeze!

(exploding)

(heart beating)

(loud frequency pulsing)

(exhausted breathing)

(slow suspenseful
orchestral music)

- Well?

What do you think
of my new program?

(upbeat dramatic
orchestral music)