I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in this stuff, Jobe.
It's from our primal mind.
I don't like it, so let me up.
Jobe, let me up!
Now!
Nothing can hurt us in here.
Jobe, you're scaring me.
I want out!
I know what you really want.
Watch this.
Oh, my God! What are you doing?
Jobe, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Oh, my God, let me up!
Oh, God!
Warning: brain pattern abnormal.
Automatic system shutdown.
Marnie, are you OK?
Marnie, I couldn't stop.
Dr. Angelo said nothing could happen.
I didn't mean to hurt you!
What did Dr. Angelo do to me?
I have to find out.
I can't fly to fucking Washington tomorrow!
I told you...
I have to resolve some problems before presenting my work.
This is premature. I'm not ready.
You're ready enough.
Oh, shit.
Be reasonable.
I can't keep this secret any longer.
We can't cut ourselves off from the hand that feeds us.
I thought you were doing lawns today.
I wish I were.
Mind over matter, Dr. Angelo.
Not a miracle.
A fact.
I have to run some tests.
Get a clearer picture.
This is all so new.
It's not new.
I realize that nothing we've been doing is new.
We haven't been tapping into new areas of the brain.
We've just been awakening the most ancient.
This technology is simply a route to powers...
that conjurers and alchemists used centuries ago.
The human race lost that knowledge...
and now I'm reclaiming it through virtual reality.
You're moving too fast.
Even with all these new abilities, there are dangers.
Man may evolve a thousandfold through this technology...
but the rush must be tempered with wisdom.
You're trying to get inside my head, Jobe.
I can feel you pushing.
You realize, Dr. Angelo...
that my intelligence has surpassed yours...
and I can't allow your fear of what you don't understand...
to get in the way of this work.
The treatments have to continue.
We have no choice.
I was terrified of him.
I'm sure he knew it.
He surpassed me, all right.
But his insights seem...
twisted.
I fear for Jobe's sanity.
This Washington trip couldn't come at a worse time.
So as you can see, the results with this one human subject...
indicate unlimited applications for mental disability alone...
such as retardation, Alzheimer's.
And the possibilities for education are staggering.
With the proper funding, we could perfect this...
within the year.
Right.
Any questions?
The Director wants to know...
if you've noticed any significant changes...
since the Project 5 formula was reinstated.
We only reinstated those formulas a few days ago.
Not enough time for any findings.
Wait a minute. What are you talking about?
I was going to speak with you about this after the meeting.
The Shop requested that we resume...
the original Batch 5 with Jobe.
You idiot. You goddamn idiot!
Do you know what you have done?
There is no telling what the Project 5 abstract...
will do to a human being.
Do you understand me?
What Project 5 will do to a human...
is exactly what we want to find out.
You know what it did to Roscoe 1138...
and he was the most advanced chimp we ever had!
Before that, there were two other chimps...
who got into fits of rage so severe...
they tore each other apart!
That's it, isn't it?
It's always like that with you guys.
It only leads to one thing: war.
Why didn't you include the development...
of Jobe's other abilities in your report, Larry?
Don't look so shocked.
You may have tried to hide it...
but I have witnessed what your new formulas, not Batch Five...
have done to your human subject.
I've had enough.
Make sure he goes back to the hotel.
What other abilities?
Your behavior cost us a lot of ground tonight.
I had to talk for hours to repair the damage.
My behavior? You fucking sycophant.
You've been lying to me all along.
For security reasons.
Piss off!
Look, without The Shop's financial involvement...
this project wouldn't exist.
Then maybe it shouldn't.
I hate to be the one to break it to you, Larry...
but the concept of dirty money went out...
when the Catholic Church got into banking 300 years ago.
It's all dirty money.
For Christ's sake, don't let some juvenile ethics problem...
get in your way.
Your research is too important.
You'll be more realistic in a few days.
They're going to pick up Jobe and bring him here.
The Director wants a personal demonstration...
of his... progress.
They're not going to get Jobe.
There's no walking away, Larry.
All right. Let's get him.
Yes, sir.
Shit.
They're here to pick me up as well. Right, Timms?
You can't leave!
You're integral to the project!
Oh, shit!
Go check the other wing.
You forgot your messages.
No, it's too much!
I'm Shop, Dr. Angelo.
You're going to have to come with me.
Oh, excuse me.
Here. Here, take that.
What do I do with this?
Cover him.
Devil in your head.
Who you talking to, half-wit?
Which of God's lessons...
I told you not to play with that moron.
Devil in your head.
Shit!
There's no need to panic, Timms.
We know where he's going.
We'll send a grab team in tomorrow...
and pick them both up at once.
I want you to get back there.
Cancel Angelo's clearance at VSI.
We don't want him stealing his work, now, do we?
I'll let you know what the next step is...
after we've had a chance to examine Jobe Smith.
Give me strength, that I might prepare the way...
for those who will follow.
Who's there?
Hail, Mary, full of grace...
Who is it?
Who's there?
The church is closed for the night.
Come back tomorrow. I'll hear your confession.
I've come for your confession.
I don't want you here tonight, Jobe.
Leave me alone. Get out.
The good Father McKeen.
Took in the poor idiot nobody wanted.
What have you done?
The Devil's taken you.
Judgment Day is here!
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
They're impatient for you.
I have unclean thoughts, but deliver me.
In hell!
I've used thy name in profane fantasies.
I have committed cruel acts of molestation.
Be done!
What are you doing here?
What, you going to do some night mowing?
You're a strange motherfucker...
and I am too tired for this, Lawnmower Man.
So why don't you take your silly ass...
and go trick-or-treating or something?
Shit!
Fuck!
Get away!
Don't hurt me.
Please.
Lawnmower Man's in your head now, Jake.
There's no escape, ever.
Stop taking his side, Carla!
You're treating him like a little girl!
Damn!
I'm so sorry, Peter.
Why is Dad getting so bad?
I don't know, baby. He's sick.
Damn kid's toys.
If, in fact, that occurs, it would mean...
he is one of the select few...
who has been in every Wrestlemania...
all seven of them.
Talk about talented!
How long would Bobby last south of the border?
What's that noise?
Help me!
You are going to die!
Hold on.
All right. Come on through.
Hell of a thing.
Hello, Lieutenant.
I'm Dr. Angelo. I live next door.
What's happened here?
Thanks for coming over.
You saved us a trip.
We're just taking statements from all the neighbors...
just to see if they saw or heard anything unusual.
There's a little boy. His name is Peter.
Has anything happened to him?
Oh, no, he's fine. It's just his dad...
Excuse me, Lieutenant. Where's the rest of him?
Birdbath.
Did you say the birdbath?
Birdbath.
Lieutenant, the wife and the kid...
they're getting ready to go down to the station.
Said they slept through the whole thing.
Didn't hear or see anything.
Didn't hear anything.
The lab boys tell me that somebody chased Parkette...
through the house with a power lawnmower.
I would have thought that would have made some racket.
Crazy with the heat.
Schiz-o-fucking-phrenia...
all over town last night.
What else happened last night?
Well, somebody torched poor old Father McKeen...
with a flame-thrower or something.
Must have been a Satan cult or something.
Either that or that weird human spontaneous combustion thing.
That really happens sometimes.
Hell of a thing.
My God.
That's not all.
Marnie Burke was found wandering around stark naked...
laughing her ass off, flipped out.
The psychiatrist figured she'd probably witnessed...
one of the murders, and she's just in shock...
but I've seen people flipped out before...
and this girl is flipped out for good.
I don't believe she'll ever stop laughing.
Two bizarre murders in one night.
This world is chock-full of nuts, Cooley.
Don't forget that. Weirdos, schizos, bozos.
Well, accidents happen. That's all there is to it.
Two bizarre accidents in one night.
Accidents?
You were just calling them murders.
We'll just file a routine report.
Just clean and tidy.
Oh, Peter, come here. Come here.
It's OK, son. It's OK.
How did this happen?
Jesus Christ.
Jobe, come on.
I gave myself a boost, Doctor.
Virtual reality is not just a simulation.
It's a whole other world...
a new electric dimension.
Utopia, Doctor.
The utopia that men have dreamed of for a thousand years...
and I'll be the conduit.
You want to create monsters.
You killed two people, Jobe.
Why?
You've got to let me help you.
Help me?
I'm going to help you, Dr. Angelo.
I'm going to help all of you...
cleanse this diseased planet.
This technology has peeled back a layer...
to reveal another universe.
Virtual reality will grow...
just as the telegraph grew to the telephone.
As the radio to the TV.
It will be everywhere.
You're having delusions, Jobe.
Struggle for reason.
I'm going back to VSI...
to complete the final stage of my evolution.
I'm going to project myself into the main frame computer.
I'll become pure energy.
Once I've entered in the neural net...
my birth cry will be the sound...
of every phone on this planet ringing in unison.
Listen to what you're saying.
The first sign of psychosis is a Christ complex.
Cyberchrist.
Please listen to me, Jobe.
The Project 5 abstracts that you were exposed to...
were never meant for the human mind.
You've had a psychotic break.
Let me try to reverse that.
What are you blocking?
You can't hide anything from me, Dr. Angelo.
So The Shop is coming to pick me up...
and you've betrayed me, haven't you?
I'd like to proceed to Angelo's residence, sir.
Very well. Leave the van's cameras on transmit.
I want to monitor from here.
Yes, sir.
Now you can witness the impossible, Dr. Angelo.
Let me pull the curtain back so you can watch.
We'll check the house.
What the hell...
I'm going back to VSI now...
and once I'm inside the main frame...
I'll have access to over 5,000 other databases.
And from those 5,000...
I can reach out again and again and again...
eventually inhabiting the entire planetary network.
By the year 2001...
there won't be a person on this planet...
who isn't hooked into it and hooked into me.
I'm sorry you hate what you have created.
Right, Jobe.
I'll be right there.
Dr. Angelo has been working on something else...
behind our backs.
He's developed a fantastic new energy weapon.
I've observed a demonstration.
It's very advanced.
I want you to gather his research...
all disks, hard copies, everything.
Erase the files from the main frame there...
then transport it all here personally.
I can't believe it.
Not Angelo.
Not a weapon.
He is totally opposed...
Believe it, Timms.
He took out two of my men in a way I've never seen before.
I sure have been missing you, Jobe.
Peter, where are you going?
I want you to come right back.
Jobe, wait up!
I told him to come down here and pick me up after work.
What's going on here?
What the fuck?
What did you open the gate for?
We didn't.
Some kind of malfunction.
That's it.
The back. That's it. Can you do it?
Did the same guy that killed my dad get to you?
Yes, Peter.
I'll explain it all later.
Go upstairs and tell your mother to call the police.
Don't worry. Go on quickly, go.
Erasing 261Y8K.
Confirm erase?
There's a little problem at the main gate.
It opened by itself, and it won't close.
Send everything you've got down to the main gate.
Right.
Now!
Welcome to VSI main frame.
Please enter pass code.
Analyzing.
Pass code cleared.
You have access to the network node.
File 15 blocked.
What's happening?
Someone's hacking the main frame from the outside.
They're in, and they're running a computer virus...
that's placing triple key encryption codes...
on all outside access and network connections.
What the fuck does that mean?
We're being cut off.
The main frame will be totally isolated...
in less than two minutes. Off the net.
Something's wrong.
I can't even get an operator.
Explosives.
Come on.
You hear something?
What?
It sounds weird.
Fuck you!
Holy shit!
I have to go now, Terry.
Well, OK, Jobe.
What are you doing here?
Leave me alone.
I'll wait for you down the road.
I want you out of here as fast as you can.
But I want to go with you to find Jobe.
I understand, Peter...
but I want you to stay with your mother, OK?
Peter, get in the car.
Larry, be careful.
We'll wait here, OK?
I'm in.
System overload.
Automatic shutdown inoperative.
Oh, my God, Jobe.
I can't believe this.
Outside terminal activity control.
Now to get out of here.
Simple combination.
Oh, Jobe, what's happened?
He really did it.
Denied?
Denied!
I must find a way out.
I can't believe this!
I must find a way out!
I can't let you do it, Jobe!
You!
Yes, me.
You did this!
You cut the network connections, but I'll find a way out.
All this power...
isn't meant to be in the hands of one person.
You're wrong.
You need to be led, just like everyone else.
It's a basic need.
This technology is meant to expand human communication...
but you're not even human anymore.
What you've become terrifies me.
You're a freak!
Your naive idiocy makes me very angry!
Human!
This universe is mine.
I am God here.
I sense your thoughts.
What are you hiding?
The bombs.
Jesus, the bombs.
Bombs?
You forced me to.
So you were willing to die?
I'll stop them.
You can't defuse the bombs, can you?
You lost all your power over the physical world...
once you transferred in here.
Stop!
So you've given me one final game to play.
I find a way out, or I die in this diseased main frame.
But that's not my destiny.
I have things to do, people to see...
a billion calls to make.
You will die in the explosion.
You're trapped.
You're trapped in here, aren't you?
You're trapped right here.
Peter is here.
Jobe, he's in here. He's going to die.
Jobe, please.
Please, Jobe!
Don't sacrifice Peter.
You and I have been responsible...
for so much destruction.
What's happening?
I don't want more death.
Go. Save him.
Jobe, come back with me.
Hurry!
Go!
Access denied.
Help! I'm lost!
Somebody!
We've got to get out of here!
The whole building's going to blow up!
The door's locked! It won't open!
Open.
Run, run!
Access denied.
Get down, Peter! Quick!
Get down!
There's got to be one. Let me in!
Come on, Peter, quick!
Peter, come on.
Where is it?
Access denied.
Maintenance line access granted.
A back door.
Get out of here! Go now!
July 10.
Last journal entry for a while.
I won't let Jobe's death be for nothing.
What happened to him is my responsibility.
For some reason, I've been given a second chance...
so I'm taking my work underground.
I can't let it fall into the wrong hands again.
If we can somehow embrace our wisdom...
instead of ignorance...
this technology will free the mind of man...
not enslave it.
We're ready.
Good.
They'll be here soon.
OK. Let's go.