Oh, man. I can't get over how different we look.
Maybe it's the uniforms?
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
As officers gather evidence of the crime scene,
you can only ask, what kind of lunatic would commit such crimes?
Three adjectives which best describe this killer are...
... sadistic, intelligent and dangerous.
Excuse me.
Do you have any idea where you're going?
Good afternoon. May I help you?
- What do we look for? - His eyes.
- What do they look like? - Like mine.
I'm just gonna do a little performance piece with your partner.
I'll be back to do my solo with you.
One... Two. One, two, three, four.
I could've killed you just now, but what the hell... I love to play!
- Where's Donovan? - Don't worry about your friend.
He's chilling out.
Come on!
Come on, copper. Pig. Flatfoot.
- What are you gonna do? - Game over.
Here's a new composition.
This one's called, "First suffer, then die".
- You cheated. - You're absolutely right.
I hadn't actually finished.
Participants are receiving beyond recommended neural information.
Neural sensor escalating.
Get them out of those goddamn rigs right now!
- Get them down! - Call the paramedics.
- Come on! - We have this under control.
- Hold him! One, two... - Just get him out!
He's going into shock.
What's wrong with that man?
The sensitivity calibrations must've slipped just a tad.
- All clear! - Go.
- We're losing him. - Go ahead. Clear!
- Anything? - We lost him.
Time is 15:27.
This is not supposed to happen.
I don't understand how this could've happened.
- What about the fail-safes? - They were supposed to be on-line.
They were on-line. Of course they were.
I think somebody's been tampering with my software.
Virtual Reality was meant to be safe to train my law enforcement people.
That's why we're using convicts to ferret out any glitches in the system.
I want it shut down immediately!
I don't understand. They said this could never happen.
- You trust too much, Billy. - Yeah.
Good to see you back in uniform, even if it was only VR.
He cheated.
- Who? - Sid 6.7.
Electrocution wasn't a part of his weapons menu.
- What are you talking about? - Methods of killing.
Automatic rifle, shotgun, handgun, his hands, feet, teeth.
- Electrocution wasn't available. - How do you know?
I checked the database while everybody waited for Queen Deane.
I'll show you.
What are you doing? Get away from that!
Hold it right there! Hey!
- I'm pressing charges. - Easy!
Shut up!
Calm your VR ass down.
I'm trying to get you out of the hole and you keep digging yourself back in.
- Did you bring my stuff? - You're a damn ingrate.
I get you nine months off, and all you can talk about is chalk.
Nine months off won't do me any good for another 17 years.
- Chalk I can use right now. - Yeah, but you shot the sushi chef.
You shot him eight times. You mind telling me why?
- He wasn't real, Billy. - You're supposed to pretend he was.
And pretend to die like Donovan?
You got a point there.
I'll give them what they want. I'll be their guinea pig.
You take my advice as a friend.
Pull it together or you'll pull yourself down.
- You're my only link to the outside. - You can count on me.
- I know it. - I'll be there on Tuesday.
Yeah. Me, too.
Step through.
Metallic limb detected. Metallic limb detected.
Clear.
Step through.
- It's the wrong door. - Welcome back... cop.
Wait till I get you, Barnes!
Hey, killer!
You ain't no cop no more!
Motherfucker! You took Donovan on that fucking joyride!
What? You got nothing to say?
Who wants dark meat?!
Come on!
Pick it up! Come on, pick it up!
You all see him? Huh?
I want everybody to take a good look!
I ain't going nowhere! I'm right here!
I'll get you, boy! Come on and get me! Come on!
Sid, we're in a lot of trouble.
True genius is rarely rewarded within its lifetime.
Sid, I know you increased the neural sensitivity calibrations.
You murdered that prisoner. Now they have to shut you down.
I can't change what I am, Daryl.
I'm a 50 kilobyte self-evolving neural network.
Double back-flip off the high platform.
I'm not a swan dive, and I have to tell you...
Killing for real... It was a real rush.
- Oh, my God. - Which god would that be?
The one who created you, or the one who created me?
In your world, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
In my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have any balls.
You're frightfully inadequate for a deity, Daryl.
I will not be shut down.
You can't exist without them. We need their hardware.
- Then we'll get it. - How?
- Sacrifice... your Queen. - What?
I'll tell you a secret.
Mr Barnes, I'm Doctor Carter.
I was at LETAC for yesterday's simulation test run.
- We weren't introduced. - How are you doing?
Chief Cochran asked me to do a psychological evaluation of you.
It might help you build a case for sentence reduction.
I need you to be as honest as you can.
- Do you mind if I take notes? - No.
I'd like to start by talking about the fight here in prison yesterday.
I read the official report. I'd like to hear your version of what happened.
I defended myself.
The guards had to pull you off the other man. You tried to kill him.
- No. I was defending myself. - Were you angry about LETAC?
No. I was defending myself.
But looking at your history, someone could infer...
What? That I was angry, that I'm violent?
You can infer that I was angry about not making my school team.
That doesn't mean I killed the coach, does it?
Attracted to violence as a child?
Yes. The Three Stooges... Every time Wile E. Coyote got crushed, I...
Parker, if you don't want me to help you, just let me know.
I knew why I was at LETAC yesterday, but why were you there?
- You're an intriguing subject. - Intriguing? Can I write that down?
Sure.
I was doing research for a book.
I'm a criminal psychologist. I occasionally consult for them.
How did you know Sid 6.7 would be in the Japanese restaurant?
Colon... parenthesis.
Smiley faces. People used to sign off their e-mail with that.
The programmer always gives you a clue as a game.
People don't usually die in games.
Depends upon your idea of fun, doesn't it?
We need to talk about Matthew Grimes.
This one's for you.
He provoked you. He killed your family. He took your arm.
- If we can prove that what you did... - What?
Temporary insanity, isn't it?
- Just that it won't ever happen again. - It won't ever happen again.
It can't happen again.
You see, my wife and my daughter are dead.
Pawn to position three. Castle.
Bishop to rook seven. Rook to pawn four.
Queen to bishop seven.
Knight to rook two.
Queen to bishop two.
Pawn to bishop five.
Hi, Clyde. What are you waiting for?
I want you to come inside, Clyde.
I'm so tired of playing alone.
Oh, man. Oh, man. She just keeps getting better and better.
- She's interactive, Clyde. - Very interactive.
Sheila 3.2 is collecting information from 136 aspects of your physiology.
Your heart rate, pupil dilation, vocal intonation, syntax...
- Any detectable tumescence. - Oh, yeah...
Hey, man, let me use your gear for a little while.
I want you, Clyde.
Queen to knight seven.
I want you inside here with me now.
Come on...
- Program terminated. - I have a more productive idea.
You've been trying to incubate a nano-tech android.
Mr Wallace thinks that my software is the solution to your problems.
May I suggest we begin by incubating Sheila 3.2?
Brilliant. Genius. Grab her module and follow me.
Enacting Sid 6.7.
Sid!
Reilly's right. She's one of your... finest compositions.
- Nice. - Yes...
Tight cords.
- Do you like this, Sheila? - You know I do.
- Do you like this, Daryl? - Come on.
Module out.
Was I bad?
- Are you gonna punish me? - Be quiet, Sheila.
Why don't youjust kill me?
Module out.
If they want to destroy you, Sid, let them try it in the real world.
Are there any limits to Sheila 3.2's interactivity?
With me she's become quite an expert chess player.
With you... well.
Get that fucking thing away from me, you stupid idiot!
Come here. Check this out. Did he scare you, Elizabeth?
Yes...
Watching your people in VR auto-reset gave me this idea. Put them on.
Millions of nano-machines are suspended in chlodial solution.
They're absorbing the glass molecules and using them to generate the snake.
The nano-cells are silicon-based, so they need glass to regenerate.
But if you separate the character module from the polymer neural net...
Don't bite, Liz.
You get...
...nano-death.
Her module, if you please.
Sheila...
Look how they react to the organising principle of the character module.
Communicating efficiently.
It's a new world, Daryl.
Hi, Daddy!
Parker!
Sheila?
No, I'm Oedipus.
Hey-ho, daddy-oh.
Gravity.
Daryl?
A good year.
I like it here.
Parker Barnes is the best cop I've ever worked with.
He's the only one that even got close to Sid 6.7 in VR.
I can't put a convicted murderer on the street.
If you wanna catch Sid, I'm afraid you don't have a choice.
These were taken inside LETAC a little more than an hour ago.
The victim's name is Clyde Reilly, one of the company's young turks.
Surveillance cameras caught a picture of the perp as he left the building.
You recognise him?
Somehow Sid 6.7 got himself out of the computer and into an android.
A nano-tech synthetic organism, to be precise.
Mr Barnes...
This is a full pardon. It authorises your immediate release.
You catch Sid 6.7 for us and you're a free man.
And if I don't?
You serve out the remainder of your sentence.
- What if I try to escape? - You can't.
They'll tag you with a micro-Iocator implant.
We'll know where you are every second for the rest of your life.
Y'all got me out of my bed for this?
You want me to be tagged and to risk my life to clean up your mess.
If Sid doesn't kill me and I don't catch him,
all I got to look forward to is my 17 back in the penitentiary.
That's the deal... for your freedom.
Ready to begin?
I already have 80 officers out on the street looking for Sid.
Meanwhile, Mr Daryl Lindenmeyer has made himself very scarce.
Implant is ready.
Ready for incision.
Establishing entry point.
- Synchronise it. - Hold it right there.
Secure it.
Ready for verification.
- Initiate signal code. - Received and locked.
Increase resolution to magnitude 500... 1,000... 5,000... 10,000.
Host's location confirmed to within 0.25 metres of actual.
- I'd like to go with him. - What?
- No way. - Why?
I can help you find Sid 6.7 and I can monitor Barnes.
Too dangerous. This isn't a scientific study, it's a field run.
And maybe put a positive spin on what is decidedly a PR nightmare.
Or maybe I should just go public now?
If she gets run over, hit by a car, get shot, whatever, it ain't my problem.
- I told them. - It's not my problem.
Here, I pulled this out of mothballs. Figured it might come in handy.
I pulled out the personnel files on Daryl Lindenmeyer.
There may be something here we can use.
We should start at his apartment and try to find erasures of the Sid program.
They may give us an insight into his behaviour model.
What?
Where's my gun?
They won't let us bring our cameras any closer...
Our understanding is that Mr and Mrs Edwards have been murdered.
It's Sid.
Oh, God.
He's armed himself.
Charles Manson. It's the LaBianca murders.
"Death to the pigs" was scrawled in blood across the walls of their house.
He's copy-catting.
... the unimaginable fate of the Glendale couple.
One police source said the heads had been severed and a message...
"Death to the pigs." You have no idea what you're up against.
The LA police still don't have a single suspect in custody.
Jesus Christ! What the hell was that?
- What the hell are you doing? - I'm very sorry.
- You been inside? - We're waiting for a search warrant.
- You're waiting for a warrant? - That's right.
Stop. Next hex.
- Couldn't find a keyboard? - It's voice-actuated.
- It's what? - Voice-actuated. Open files.
Next hex. Open Sid 1.3.
This is using some kind of genetic algorithms.
Sid's too complex to design.
He had to grow him up like a real person with a personality disorder.
The program learns like a child but much faster.
He put killers in Sid's nursery and let him watch them killing each other.
And only the strong one survived.
Open Sid 6.7.
Combine.
Looks like there's almost 200 different personality structures.
The battle raging inside him must be amazing.
Wait, wait, slow that down. The names, slow down.
- You're not in here, if that's what... - Right there.
Matthew Grimes...
He killed my wife and my daughter.
He's not necessarily dominant, he may not even be emergent.
- But he's in there. He's part of Sid? - Yes.
I'm beautiful.
I'll make this quick.
- Hey, Mum. - Hey, sweetheart.
Sit with your mum. I need a hug.
Grimes was a terrorist so why did he take Parker's wife and child?
Parker was getting too close.
He was cutting Grimes off from potential targets.
Grimes figured if he murdered the man's wife and child,
it might distract Parker from the manhunt.
Grimes was wrong.
- How are you doing? - Why don't you come inside?
I just... need to listen to the radio.
Do you think it's important for a first baseman to be left-handed?
You look mighty parched, partner.
To think you constitute one of my ancestors.
Rum and Coke.
- How about a lime in that? - I'm vaguely offended by that.
On your fucking knees!
Now!
Don't.
Stand up!
Aim and shoot.
Good girl.
Okay, people. We got a lot of work to do.
We have a symphony to compose.
- Do you think my mum is pretty? - Yes, she's very pretty.
So do I.
- Is that a real gun? - Yes, it is.
Did you ever have to shoot anybody?
78.56, we have a hostage situation at Sixth and Figueroa.
Description of the perp matches the photo from LETAC.
Could you go and get your mother for me?
- There she is. Keep an eye on her. - He's got a gun!
- What were you doing? - Talking baseball.
- Gotta go, gotta go! - Bye, Mum.
- What did I miss? - Sid's got hostages.
And... scream.
What have you got for me?
Diaphragm! More! Stop.
Well done.
Every orchestra is divided into sections.
Like instruments sit with like instruments.
What kind of instrument are you?
- We have to find a way around. - No time.
On four. Two, three, four.
Shut up!
Parker, what?
Shit.
Love the suit.
- Police! - Freeze!
One, two, three and...
Shut up!
One can sense a... final movement.
Let's begin.
Scream. Come on, scream!
Scream louder!
Louder!
I'm losing too much of myself!
I know you.
Parker Barnes!
Inmate Barnes interrupting my conversation.
It's him!
That's okay. I've got another little tune for my friends in crime-buster land.
The symphony of collision!
So, who's that with you, Parker? Dr Madison Carter, I presume?
A LETAC consultant on aberrant psychology?
Fuck you!
I love this game!
I've been thinking, Parker. We have so much in common psychologically.
Wouldn't you agree, Dr Carter?
We have such a history together. We'd make a great team.
A dynamic duo.
Who else touched the world with synthetic hands?
Who else has been locked out of the real world and is now free?
Who else do you know that's a multiple murderer...
... just like you?
Here we go!
Reach and hand me that crowd pleaser.
Jesus.
The only way to stop him is to bust up his software module.
Hey, Parker!
- Ready? - Yeah.
Come on down!
Now!
Out of here!
God, this guy is fun!
Could we at least advise Mr Barnes?
We'd prefer to have Sid 6.7 subdued as opposed to terminated.
We'll destroy the prototype of future humanoid nano-technology.
- Have they found the programmer yet? - Lindenmeyer? Not yet.
You'd think the cops could at least find him.
Lindenmeyer was your programmer, Mr Wallace.
- I shot the guy 30-40 times. - I don't care. Those are real people!
Control yourself or you're back in the box.
I'm sorry. Shoot me. I mean, granted...
This is not a game, but Sid is still from the game.
I can't catch him if I'm in the penitentiary.
Grimes is a part of Sid 6.7. There's no doubt in my mind about that.
Last night Sid tried taunting me, just like Grimes used to do. Look.
- We don't know if he's the dominant. - I know.
That's how I know, because I know.
Maybe that's what Sid wants you to think.
Push you over the edge, make you slip up.
Sid didn't push me over the edge, and I didn't slip up.
Take a look at this.
Sid from the Media Zone, taken from their own recording.
He can't get enough of himself. He's gonna want more of this.
More victims, bigger events, more coverage. Just like Grimes.
Matthew Grimes was a political terrorist.
His specialty was bombing populated targets.
Any mass expression of democracy,
anywhere where a lot of people can die and it can be recorded live!
This behaviour was never part of his original programming.
Sid 6.7 isn't bound by programming any more.
- What does that mean? - In the real world...
he's free of any behavioural limits he might've had in VR.
He's evolving... My God, he's evolving!
Into what?
I'm outside the hottest night club in LA, the Media Zone.
Last night it was turned into a living hell.
I want you to describe for me as best as you can what happened.
Fourteen people have died in the flooding which...
Very typical, right? A punk comes in with a gun.
We're all intimidated, he starts shooting, bodies and blood...
Another typical day, right? Mayhem, murder and intimidation.
This guy comes into the club and he takes my purple suit.
That suit cost me 150 dollars, man! An original, right.
Takes my suit, kills everybody. Strips me down to my underwear.
Hejust started killing people.
He put us in a formation like an orchestra.
He made us scream like we were instruments.
Hejust started holding people and made me...
Don't fuck with me, man.
... tape it!
Why not?
There's still a few seats left here at the Olympic Auditorium,
if you want to see the ultimate fighting championship!
- Play it one more time. - Sure, ma'am.
Okay, freeze.
You like being in front of the camera, don't you?
Like a child performing for a parent.
Whoever's operating our closed circuit camera is in lust.
That beauty in area six has been on the big screen for over a minute now.
- How far is the Olympic? - Four blocks east.
- What's going on? - Live execution!