What are you doing?
Just looking.
Don't touch anything. Who the fuck are you anyway?
Johnny who?
Just Johnny.
It looks like a full-service shop. How are you on brain implants?
Silicon implants, neural overlays, memory augmentation?
We don't get much of that out here in Newark, Just Johnny.
Kind of upscale for us, you know?
Got mine in Singapore.
Oh, yeah? What's your deal, Just Johnny?
I got this problem.
Up here.
"They err in vision. They stumble in judgment.
For all the tables are full...
of vomit and filthiness.
So that there is no place clean."
You should have seen it before.
Isaiah.
Isaiah? Mine's Hooky.
Hey!
The girl that took Ralfi's boy...
out of the back room.
Who is she?
You expect me to remember...
half the shit?
Heal!
Oh, man. Why'd you have to do that?
- Who's the girl? - A wanna be.
She's always hanging around here looking for a job.
Name?
Jane.
More.
- One of Spider's jobs. - Spider?
He's a flesh mechanic... implants and shit, you know?
They said he used to be a legit doctor once, but...
Where?
They did some serious shoehorning to get that in there.
Let's skip the technical critique. I need some help.
You don't know the half.
Must be hurting like hell.
Think I need you to tell me that? I got 320 gigs in here.
Yeah? What is it exactly?
What kind of stuff?
I haven't got a clue, and I don't have a download code either.
Hey.
You doing okay?
Good girl, Janie.
You brought him to the right place.
You can fix him?
I don't know.
With his seepage, if I could work a download...
I don't know if the product would be coherent.
Fuck the product. I just want it out.
I wish it was that simple.
Allcome. Dr. Allcome.
Ever hear that name?
- Maybe. - Where is he?
Maybe! Why do you want to see him?
Oh, come on, Spider.
I'll make sure Just Johnny gets to see who he needs to see...
but you need bed rest, down time.
He's my client.
I'm telling you, you've got to sleep!
Just tell me where to go.
All right. I'll drive you.
Right.
- Halt, sinners! - Fuck!
Spider, look out!
Who the fuck was that?
You don't want to know.
Jesus.
Where are we?
You'll see.
He's been this way for an hour now. I don't know what to do with him.
If we still got any Paralon B, give him 20 mg's.
Fucking PharmaKom, man.
That shit costs two grand per clinical unit.
Okay, keep him warm and bring his charts.
Here are the charts, Doctor.
Where's Dr. Allcome?
Dr. Allcome is a name used when we've got a major problem...
and don't want to spook the patients.
"Doctor all come to ward seven."
We drop everything and haul ass to wherever.
Usually means a crazy, somebody violent.
But I saw it on the fax buffer.
That fax was meant for us.
Who's "us?" Hey, wait a minute!
Who's "us?"
The NAS underground. People who keep this place going.
People like me. Get on the table.
Why?
Don't be a bigger asshole than you have to. Just get on the table.
All right.
Jack in.
Lie down.
Let's take a look at this shit.
No access code?
Except for one image out of three.
It won't help. What'd they use? Random images?
Yeah. From the TV.
I've got some decryption codes here. I'll run them.
Janie, you should really lie down.
Can you break the code?
If I get lucky. Really lucky.
Fuck!
No dice?
- No. But I can get it out. - How?
A general anesthetic, a cranial drill and a pair of forceps.
I could die, right?
It's gonna kill you anyway.
If I take it out, you'll probably survive but lose some fine motor skills.
You might not remember anything for more than three minutes.
Fuck that!
Let me tell you what you've got in there...
and what it's worth to the world!
You're carrying the cure for NAS.
You're telling me I got...
PharmaKom's R&D on their cure for Nerve Attenuation Syndrome.
Plus the field trials to prove that it works... and it really works.
You mean, like a real cure?
They could have you straightened out in three weeks.
You and everybody else.
Everybody's trying to cut off my head.
So Saigon can run it through a quantum interference detector.
Then they would have the cure. We wouldn't.
You keep that thing in your head and nobody can save you.
Plus, the cure is gone forever.
I can save the cure.
Even with the code, the seepage is so bad it'd probably come out as garbage.
What's it supposed to matter to me if I'm dead? Follow me?
The cure can save millions. You're gonna die anyway if we don't get it out.
All I know is that whatever's in my head is worth a lot of money.
Why should I trust you?
You're supposed to be my bodyguard.
Bodyguard!
You're not walking out with that cure in your head!
That cure is mine!
Behold your savior!
Get out of the building! It's your only chance!
Go! Get him to Jones!
Go!
Who is Jones?
He's that guy who fucks your mother.
Where are they?
I couldn't make the meeting, but I'm still up for it.
- Are you? - Certainly.
This time: On the bridge, landfill five.
Bring the rest of the code. I'll find you.
I'll be there.
I want to negotiate.
Yes, sir.
Great. If they don't kill you, J-Bone will.
Listen to me before it's too late.
We're running out of time. He's carrying the cure for...
I told her if she wants to get with me...
then I want to get with her.
Screw the physical disability.
Because it's about the feeling.
What's up?
Wind, maybe.
What do you think?
It's crazy, but if I really have the cure...
it could save you.
It could save everybody.
Who is this Jones guy Spider said was our only chance?
He's...
He was in the navy.
In the war.
They put a lot of stuff in his head. Kind of like you.
Memory augments?
I don't know.
You'll see.
Man, somebody crazy down there is getting on my nerves.
Ratlands are full of crazies, Stick. Ignore it, man.
No, man.
Down there.
It's Spider's van.
Yep. Better tell J-Bone.
I got an idea.
Let's drop a bug on Spider man.
Forget it.
I'm going to do it.
Don't say that. J-Bone'll shit if he hears you.
I'm going to do it.
Wake up, damn it!
- Shit, man. - That's what they're for.
Shit!
What the fuck is going on?
You know, all my life...
I've been careful to stay in my own corner.
Looking out for number one.
No complications.
Now suddenly...
I'm responsible for the entire fucking world!
Everybody and his mother is trying to kill me...
if my head doesn't blow up first.
Maybe it's not just about you anymore.
Listen. You listen to me.
You see that city over there?
That's where I'm supposed to be.
Not down here with the dogs and the garbage...
and the fucking last month's newspapers blowing back and forth!
I've had it with them!
I've had it with you and all this!
I want room service!
I want the club sandwich and the cold Mexican beer.
I want a $10,000-a-night hooker!
I want my shirts laundered...
like they do at the Imperial Hotel...
in Tokyo.
We've got to see Jones.
Spider sent us.
Where's Spider?
He's dead.
Not in there. Earlier.
At the hospital.
If Spider sent you, come on.
J-Bone, help me.
Come on. Keep it together.
Come on.
Help. Right here. You too.
I got him!
He'll be all right. Go on.
Tell Shinji to meet me at the bridge.
He's on his way, sir.
- My helicopter. - It's waiting, sir.
You okay?
I saw...
I almost saw...
As if it was...
a memory.
We have a room especially for that.
It's time to meet Jones.
We built Heaven completely out of straight-world junk...
all hauled up here piece by piece.
We work for Spider and his people...
and anybody else who is fighting the system.
We out shit for them.
What do you mean, "out"?
Heaven.
The heart and soul.
This is where we fight back.
We strip the pictures from their 500-channel universe.
Recontextualize it. Then we spit the shit back at them.
Special data.
Things that'll help people...
like stuff we get from Spider.
We wide-band it.
Broadcast it. Go global.
Bounce it off the satellites that Jones hacks for us.
Way the navy got him hooked up...
he cuts through hard encryption like a knife through butter.
Code breaker. I can't wait to meet him.
Right this way.
Jones.
It's a fish.
It's a mammal.
He's a friend, sailor.
This was Spider's best bet?
One thing Spider wasn't was stupid.
Jones is set up to sample software from enemy subs.
Infra-sound scan.
Right through the hull.
Jones'll feed you can opener codes.
We'll try to get you out in time.
Wait. Have you done this before?
Has the fish?
How dangerous is this?
Just keep your head still.
Move around too much...
could microwave your frontal lobe.
Forget it.
Look, man, at least you got a chance.
It's up to you.
Do what you got to do.
Give me what you got of the download codes.
Inputting first image.
Set up the broadcast antennas.
Now.
It wasn't my fault.
We were just fooling around.
I just don't want to do nothing no more.
Hear what I'm saying?
Hey, buddy.
Maroni!
Motherfuckers!
Stations! You all know the drill!
- What did you get? - We didn't.
We're not going to get it right now.
The only way is to hack your own brain and loop it through Jones.
The fuel tanks!
Shit. It's the Yakuza.
Give me that.
I was almost there.
I could feel it starting to...
Mr. Smith?
PharmaKom?
Not really.
You can't shoot me.
Not in the head.
Takahashi!
Do you know what he is carrying in his head?
He's carrying the cure for NAS.
Your daughter died to protect PharmaKom's profit margin.
Treating the disease is far more profitable than curing it.
They had the cure...
eight months ago, Takahashi.
PharmaKom, the company that I created...
let your daughter die.
Shinji.
Hello, Johnny.
Raise your chin.
Let's make this clean.
Kiai!
If I fall, you don't get the head.
If you lose the head, you're fucked!
Jesus time.
Come to Jesus.
The cure.
He's made you the vessel of His mercy as I am the vessel of His wrath.
Jones.
What spawn of Satan...
Now!
Jane!
I'm all right.
Piece of shit.
Hook me up.
The second image.
Get the power up!
Johnny.
The dolphin can take you into the data.
Find the third image.
I knew their secrets.
The image...
the company has forgotten for me.
Now they erase me...
burn me out of the mainframes.
One memory after another.
How very kind of them.
Johnny.
We're out of power, so we have to do the download now.
Remember, we've got to loop it through Jones.
Okay, let's do this.
Watch your ass, man.
No telling what defenses PharmaKom stuck in there.
Probably got virus programs.
You ready?
Loop it.
Listen up, world.
This is the last blast from LoTek World Headquarters.
And believe this: We're going out with a bang, baby.
So get your VCRs ready, 'cause we got what you need.
We got the cure to NAS.
That's right. The cure to the black shakes.
It's coming to you live from the labs up at PharmaKom.
And believe this: They did not want you to get this information.
So here it is, coming at you, LoTek style.
Hit me.
He's on his way in.
Unauthorized interface attempt.
Intruder alert.
Final warning.
Initiating virus program.
He's doubling himself.
Launching virus.
That's the double. Don't worry.
The only way is to hack your own brain.
Loop it.
Get ready.
Send it out.
Initiating download.
Happy birthday, Johnny.
Thank you, Mommy.
It's payback time.
Just garbage.
Get that out of here!