Hey!
You...
little...
pussy.
Hello, Henry.
You can't speak, but that's normal.
Well, it isn't normal, but it's only temporary, okay?
Do you remember how you got here?
That's fine.
It's normal, too.
Henry, wait. Wait.
We'll get there.
Scan.
Sensory processor activated.
Relax, okay?
Scanning.
- Video link confirmed. - Up.
This next part might hurt. Maybe quite a lot.
But it won't last long, I promise.
Almost there.
Welder.
You can do it.
Wonderful, Henry.
Squeeze.
Harder.
Cool, right?
Integument.
Please don't move your hand.
You probably don't recall.
You were never a big fan of my work.
Maybe this will change your mind.
Right?
Memory is a funny thing.
I'm an expert and I do not know if you'll ever get yours back.
You don't remember me at all, do you, Henry?
My name is Estelle.
You and I were...
We still are...
husband and wife.
I love you, Henry.
I can't wait to hear you say it.
- Henry. - His memories are stil catching up with him.
Oh, Jesus.
I'm Robbie.
- The sorcerer of sound. - You're gonna love this.
Because, sir...
you're gonna get to pick your own voice.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Hello, Henry.
- Robbie. - Oh, come on, they are options.
What white guy would wanna sound like the Louis Armstrong?
Just one more, wait.
Henry, I am your father.
Robert, enough.
- Sorry, mom. - How about we use Henry's voice?
Yeah, whatever you say, you're the boss.
Boring.
- Security breached. - Oh, fuck.
- Level Four. - Is this a joke?
- What is this? - Security breach, Level Four.
- Lock the door. - It's probably a mistake.
- Estelle, call the base. - Security breach, Level Four.
- Clear.
Oh, no.
Yes.
Thank you.
Get up.
You're Henry, right?
- Please, don't. - Shut up.
How do you like the new you?
Did I interrupted the procedure?
Can Henry not talk yet?
No, you... You can't. No.
Don't look at me like that, Henry.
Your girlfriend here might have built you,
but I gave her the raw materials to work with.
And I mean really, really raw materials.
- What's your name? - Timothy.
Nice to meet you, Timothy.
Did you see Henry when Estelle brought his remains here?
Yeah.
Would you, please, be so kind to describe them...
to better understanding of how good it looks now?
Sure. His arm was shot off below the elbow...
and the leg shot off below the knee.
- And there was a... - Did you happen to see his head?
- Yes. - Do tell.
The skull was dented in and there was this, um...
His eyes were missing and, um...
the bottom half of his jaw was shred to pieces.
Just about right.
I'm bleeding, too. That was a little extraneous.
Stay close.
Henry! Hurry up!
Close it.
Henry, come on!
Henry, try to keep up!
Come on.
Kick it out.
Come on.
If Akan gets ahold of my work,
Men like these will be brought back from the dead to form his army.
Go!
[EMERGENCY EXIT]
Henry, no!
Henry!
Take my hand!
- Escape pod initiated. - There are two pods.
- One. - Marty?
Sorry. The man's clearly gone insane.
Marty, no!
Henry.
- It's yours, get in. - Estelle!
Get in. Get in!
Escape pod initiated.
- Altitude. Altitude. Altitude. - The chute! The chute!
- Pull the chute! - Altitude.
It's going too fast! It's going too fast!
Hold on, Henry!
Oh, God! Akan's mercenaries.
Put me down. Put me down.
Henry.
They underestimate you, okay?
- Let them get closer and then engage. - Akan, this one's a feeble piece of shit.
Engage!
No, Henry. Fight back! Come on!
- No! Stop it! - Your boyfriend is not a killing machine...
- ...you hoped for. - Henry!
But you built a great punching bag.
- You stop it! Stop it! - What?
- You stop it! - Estelle...
Aren't you curious what this fucker will do to this fucker?
No!
Henry!
You're a fucking rabbit in the headlights, aren't you?
It's alright. I'm not here to hurt you.
Is your speech module installed?
Shit.
Well, at least we know you're not deaf.
It's alright, you can put your hands down now.
For three years, I've been waiting for this moment...
and I get Charlie-fucking-Chaplin.
For fuck's sake, come on!
Alright, let's have a look at you.
Open the glovebox, please.
Take out that whole contraption.
You gotta untangle the wires.
Is that a wedding ring?
Are you...? Are you married?
How's that working out for you?
Yeah, what a shocker.
Right. Next, I need you to, uh...
take your shirt off, please. Open up there.
Yeah, those. Plug the jacks in there. Yeah, in there.
So your name's Henry and...
Okay, well, the good news is that you're gonna live a while.
Bad news is that in this case,
"a while" means 20, 30 minutes tops, Henry.
Unless you're very, very lucky.
Which you are.
Uncle Jimmy is gonna take you to his lab.
Hang on.
Ah, Shit. We got bacon on our tail.
Unplug yourself, put that away.
Got some clothes in here. Put the hoodie on.
There's not enough time.
Just cover the blood up with the bag.
Just stay calm and let me handle this here?
Maybe we can skip right to the fine?
So...
Bollocks!
Fucking Akan paying...
Do you know what's wrong with Mother Russia?
Too goddamn hot.
As you wish.
I used to be in charge of all this shit.
And now...
I'm gonna have to hurt you, Henry, but it's for your own good, mate.
Just give me your arm, son. Hey!
Shit!
It's me! It's Jimmy.
We've only got a few moments until they run into us again, mate.
Okay, just give me your arm.
Okay, just relax.
Here it is. Here it is.
Bingo!
This little fucker is how they've been tracking you.
Toodle-ooo.
In a few moments...
your mechanical parts are gonna start shutting down.
Your friend Akan's got an important Russian connection named Slick Dimitry.
Slick handles all of Akan's cops/guns /real estates/a lot of other shit.
This helpful dot on the map.
It is Slick's place.
All you gotta do is break in there, kill him,
Open up his ribcage,
take out his beating heart...
and fucking eat it.
I'm kidding! I'm kidding, don't you fucking eat his heart.
Under his heart is his charge pump? Yeah?
Bring that to me.
Use this and I'll contact you on this.
That must gotta be the gayest jacket I've ever seen.
Great jacket! Where can I get one?
I'll be in touch!
Hey, you. Come here!
You got a light?
What the fuck you think I have arms for?
You're free to go now.
- You want a smoke? - Yes.
Henry. Akan's already started.
If we do not stop him, he'll have his army in days or sooner.
You're half machine, half pussy.
Wait, wait.
I can tell you something very important...
about the man who sent you here.
Oi, Henry. I'm at this high class establishment.
Follow the door and then just knock on the knocker.
Get it? Knock on the knocker!
Ella.
Ella, you whore.
Take him to Jimmy.
Is this Jimmy?
Hi. I'm a fucking car, baby.
A Lexus convertible!
I'm going back in there. That thing's destroyer-class.
- It's good. - Yeah, yeah.
Oh God, that's amazing. Yes!
Fuck, you're late! You're late!
The last 15 minutes..
...have been a fucking roller coaster of emotions for me, mate!
I didn't know if I was ever gonna see you again.
So I fired up some of this shit.
It fired up my fucking nerves, yeah.
There you are.
It's okay. You just lost some power. Come on.
Hey, bring me some of this strong Russian shit, ladies.
Okay, now, where is that... where is that pumper?
Where's that? Did you get it? Did you get the fucking...?
Yeah! Fucking hell!
This is it. This is it, yeah.
Okay, hang on.
Okay, hold this, lady.
Shit.
Okay, I gotta get this little fucker in there.
Who am I kidding? I'm in no condition to do this.
I'm sorry, I'm in no condition to do this, mate.
I'm in no condition.
I'm sorry. I'm in no condition to do this.
What's wrong with his hand?
Who is he? Is he a robot?
He's cute.
I know how to make him feel better.
No, I know a better way. Lift him up.
Oh, goodness.
Oh, goodness, what have you done?
What are you doing this time, Jimmy?
Are you still conscious?
Yes. Hello. You're gonna be okay.
We just gotta get a little bit of power in you.
Ladies, could you give us a bit of space, please?
Thank you.
You're a big deal, you know?
You're not the only one wronged by Akan.
You and I want the same thing.
This might hurt a bit.
Here we go.
That's wonderful.
Now I can take you back to my lab.
I'm Jimmy, by the way.
I realize this is all very confusing for you.
But it's better if I show you at the lab. Yes or no.
Hello?
Oh, thank you.
They're Here.
They must have followed you. I can't... I can't let them see me like this.
I can't let... I'm sorry. I can't stay here, Henry.
I'm sorry.
Shit!
Fuck, yeah!
Fucking hell, Akan's boys are here! I'm gonna hold them off, yeah?
More guns for you in the drawer, yeah?
This is fucking war, baby. Yeah!
Oh, fuck yeah!
Hello, ladies!
No, the lower one.
Bye-bye.
I fucking had that!
I'm not with them!
Go, go, go!
Run, run, run!
The floor is fucking lava!
I'm gonna burn this... Oh, God. Katya!
Jimmy, you asshole!
Please, please!
Please, don't hurt me.
- I've got a family. - Is that your wife?
Don't mind her, Henry. She's mourning her late husband.
I wasn't betting I would see you again.
Your persistence is unparalleled.
And quite exciting.
Slick Dimitry's services were excellent.
I'm just glad I never paid up front.
I'll tell Estelle you did well.
Akan!
Akan, you open this fucking door! Do you hear me!?
I got her all locked up in the back of my truck downstairs.
I'm gonna rip your fucking lungs out!
You'll go far, Henry, unlike this piece of shit!
Hi, Henry. Put the gun down.
It's all good.
Hey, hey, hey. People, people.
Chill out, calm down.
Now I've shared something with you.
I need you to share something with me.
Where is Akan now?
You want Akan?
Here's your Akan.
- And here's your Akan. - Fuck, Shit.
That, is, my, ego, talking, to, you!
What do you want? Higher self? Ego?
- Higher self! - Higher self, yeah. It's okay.
Akan's guys are taking the girl to his base.
Shit. Just let me handle this. Let me handle this.
What the fuck have you done? All our girls are dead!
- Okay, ladies... - Okay?
- Alright, just... - It ain't fucking okay!
- Who were those guys? - What do you mean alright?
- He is telling us to relax? - Are you telling us to relax?
- Henry? Who is Henry? - You saw what happened up there?
- Sorry you are upset, okay? - What the fuck are you looking at?
- Henry and I are going to do with Akan. - Henry? Who is Henry?
- Did you see what happened upstairs? - Did you see what you did?
- We go with you to fuck them up! - That white-haired pussy is dead!
Okay, yeah. You wanna go on the bike? You can go on the bike.
- Okay, go on your bike, yeah, yeah, go on your bike. - We got our own bikes.
Fucking hell.
Sometimes it is easy just to say "yes".
Henry, catch!
Oh, God. I thought I'd lost you forever, Henry.
I was so scared. I was so scared when you fell.
I thought I'd never see you again.
I love you, Henry.
I love you.
How sweet.
If I took this moment and put it in a cup of tea.
I wouldn't need sugar.
Yuri, please.
We can go now.
Every year, 100000 baseball bats are sold in Russia.
And at most, 50 baseballs.
Gives an idea of a great Russians pastime?
This is a rare surviving bat.
Estelle.
Would you, please, be so kind and stand up?
No.
Or do you want to take her place?
Estelle, your boy is quite the white knight.
Sacrificing himself to keeping you alive.
Only for my dick...
to kill you later.
Are you sure, Henry?
Are you sure?
- I didn't hear a "no". - Brilliant!
Come over here, Henry.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Henry.
You...
little...
pussy.
Gentlemen, please go check that shit out.
Freeze!
Give peace a chance, brothers.
My ego wants to kill you but higher self doesn't.
Jesus, baby. I was talking to them, man!
Shit.
Look at this.
Dude's got a memory blocker.
Well, that's about all I can do for you, mate.
Time for a reboot. See you in about 15 minutes, hopefully.
Hey.
He's awake.
Your eyes might be a bit blurry.
It's just your depth perception trying to calibrate, yeah?
Follow me as I walk, yeah?
Get up.
Okay. Alright.
Now,
can you focus only over here?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Burying you is like burying treasure.
I really don't understand what Akan's thinking because...
Henry, stop kicking around. You're almost there, mate.
Here's where you're gonna get to. Chop-chop.
It's me. Jimmy.
Move.
Ah, shit! Those pigs are here again.
Don't compromise my lab!
Let them leave.
Baby, the gag reflex is psychological. It's all in your head.
Henry, no! I'm instructing you... Shit!
Leave.
Good job, Charlie Bronson.
Bravo 2-0.
Lights up.
Play the video.
Dawn of twilight. A cyborgs era.
Thank you, sir. I've lobotomized everything not essential...
Not essentials to soldiers.
Personal memories, speech, sense of taste, it's all gone.
You may still have a bit of an issue with emotional motivation, which...
Motivation?
Try your fucking paycheck, James?
My paycheck. Yes, okay.
- What the shit-fuck, James? - I'm sorry, sir! I am so sorry.
Shit, open the door. Please, open the door.
We got a malfunction. Let me out, please, sir. I'll fix it.
I doubt it.
Fucking idiot.
You know, Jimmy? Something about a spine snapping...
never gets old.
- It sounds like... - The end, the beginning.
Or all there's same?
Have a seat, Henry.
When a man is first crippled, there's always one question on everyone's mind,
especially in his,
"Does his dick works?"
Mine didn't, so I plotted my escape from this chair.
I come to Russia when the West banned resuscitation of dead tissue.
Akan is a megalomaniac, but my research was funded.
I kept my eyes on the Nobel Prize.
Who has time for ethics when he's rich and his cock works, eh?
I paid a high price.
I stopped making soldiers and then I succeeded.
A breed of men made of cyber-flesh.
Mainly, they're just fancy-pants prostheses,
but don't dare tell... My avatars!
Now, cyborgs on the other hand have bits and a brain.
They think for themselves, in theory, at least.
Do you wanna take a look?
That hippie, always with the ganja.
You're not baked, right?
I hope not.
Alright.
You are the man, Henry.
There is very little actual man left, of course.
Enhanced skeletal muscular systems,
cardiovascular turbo booster with a curio 244 atomic battery.
A good night's sleep and you'd power an aircraft carrier.
Remarkable technology, is it not?
Not you. My boys.
I made the first few for revenge.
But then started exploring new aspects of myself.
Can I have a sip?
I have lived these past years, Henry.
My lads, they get speeding tickets, they walk barefoot through the grass.
And boy, do they get laid?
You never guess what we do here sometimes, alone.
Hit "play", over there.
Go on.
What are you doing?
Close your eyes.
Something is wrong with you, mate.
Don't worry, it's not like the clap or nothing.
Just gotta sit you down in this chair...
and take a look at you, yeah?
The scan says you're in terrible danger...
of beating shit for being a traitor, you lying grasser.
I'm shutting you down, mate.
Put down the proto baby.
Now!
I tried to unplug you nicely,
even though we knew that you beamed your video to Akan.
No?
What's this?
What's that?
You're broadcasting it to Akan!
Enough!
Enough.
Even if I did believe you, you still have to...
Henry, no!
No!
You brought them to my lab!
I trusted you! Henry. Henry, please, kill me please. Akan won't.
You made me live in this straitjacket of rotten, smelly skin!
What the fuck was I thinking...
that Akan's toy robot was my friend!?
Thank you, Henry.
Fuck you too, but mostly thanks.
My lab is compromised,
but I can build a new one using Akan's equipment...
When we go and get your wife. Together. Alright?
Hey, put that on the wall.
If I can't have my lab no one's having it.
Now, don't loose this.
Fuck you, Akan.
Don't change the channel. We're coming right over.
Alright, I counted six vehicles.
That's at least 35 men.
We gotta cut them down to half before they enter the hotel...
to give us a fighting chance to get out alive.
Also, there's a certain stigma, attached to blokes who likes musicals.
I just want to get it out of there right now as straight as an arrow.
Got it?
Here they come.
Wait for it.
Now.
Alright, cover me.
Yeah!
Fuck! They're in the hotel.
We don't need the sniper anymore either.
Go inside, see the Colonel.
Over here, lady. Arm yourself to the teeth.
Don't touch that. Emma Gee is mine.
As my father used to say,
"A grenade a day, keeps the enemy at bay."
Come on.
Chop-chop!
The Big Sally.
Well, home is where the battle is.
Alright, private, it is our duty to ensure that no harm comes to the cripple, understood?
Come along.
You can hear them but you can't shoot them.
You can drop a grenade, then. Drop an egg down there, laddie.
Forward!
Come on.
My Lord, how embarrassing.
Dodged a bullet on that one.
I'll cover you. You go around them.
Don't let the cripple get below you, laddie!
Jolly, good.
Pull your weight. Help me with the cripple.
Ready to get five paces back on my command. Ready?
A cripple home for a crippled man.
Thank you, Yuri. My quarters are actually up there.
- Would you like to see them? - Oh, we will.
Indeed.
Don't spare the horses.
Take the next slipway.
Over here. Here you go.
Turn off the engines, lady.
Let's turn the tables on these ballocks.
Tallyho.
Big Ben.
Akan is a cunt!
Oh, my.
Looks like Akan's already begun.
By tomorrow, these poor chaps, will be super robotic soldiers like yourself.
Look out!
What's red and bad for your teeth?
On your feet, lad.
On your left.
I'm gonna buy you some time.
Seal the door!
I can't tell you the number of times I dreamt that I was riding up in this lift.
It is a pity that can't...
It's just a landing gear, laddie.
Now, listen to me.
When you kill Akan,
I want you to look at him right in those eyes until the rest of him...
is just as dead as they are, understand?
Now, I'm afraid I shall not be coming with you.
But you, letting me get you this far,
has given an old sweat his greatest gift...
in all his years.
No. It's locked in its jugular.
If you uncork it, I won't be able to...
The... The thing-a-ma-jig in your pocket quickly.
I'm afraid I have a confession to make.
You see, I've been surveilling Akan for years.
So when you drop down onto that road there and went rogue in so maginificently,
Well, all I saw was my shot at revenge.
You gave me reason with Dimitry, but then in the forest...
well, I noticed an implant.
A memory block, see?
And I couldn't afford,
to have you remember a better life somewhere else, so...
I left it in.
Not my finest hour, I'm afraid.
But then, back in my lab,
while I was trying to analyze what you could do for me.
I realized who you are to me, Henry.
It's bloody nice having a friend, Henry.
Me think all those deaths would've prepared me for this.
If you haven't already,
you'll start to remember bits of your past now, Henry.
And those memories... They're real.
They're you.
Trust them.
Memories, memories, memories.
My first batch of cyber-soldiers.
With everything that you've experienced today...
uploaded into what's left of their brains.
All they remember is waking up in the lab...
with their wives screwing their legs on.
I love you, Charlie.
I love you, Edward.
I love you, Thomas.
Do you recognize this?
No?
That's odd.
They're your wife's.
I smell what you like about her.
This one's almost ready for you.
But I'm warning you,
their boosters make one to you have now...
Look like a fucking night wolf.
Go ahead, and fuck him up.
Get up. Get up!
Can you handle this?
Henry.
Why are you hitting yourself, Henry?
Baby? Baby, are you okay?
I love how protective you are of me.
- You owe me an apology. - For what?
For doubting me.
- I did have certain apprehensions. - Why did you let me do it?
I was just detaining my women and losing all my men.
Is everybody dead?
- Yes. - Yes.
Do you know when I realized that this was working?
When?
When Henry pulled me into the escape pod,
trying to get me out of the lab, no mater what.
Who would have thought that this pussy is a hell of a motivator?
We'll have a hundred of you tomorrow, and a thousand next week.
Each one's first memory will be his wife,
slipping a cheap brass ring in his finger.
Every single one of my soldiers...
will wake willing to do any thing my brilliant wife tells them,
Whether it's marching in Paris or the White House lawn.
I would like to pretend you understand the part you've played.
You didn't make history, Henry.
You helped end it.
You...
little...
pussy.
It's like my old man told me.
It's like there's my name.
And I'll prove them right...
by killing all the wrong people.
I love you, Henry.
And I'll never call you anything but your name, but you gotta decide.
Are you gonna lay there swallow that blood in your mouth?
Or you gonna stand up, spit it out,
and go spill theirs?
- Akan! - No, fuck...
No! Stop!
I'm ordering you to stop!
Henry! Stop!
Where it is?
No.
Fuck you, motherfucker! Fuck, you.
How could you do this to me, Henry?
How could you fucking do this?
Answer me!
[EZ]
Motherfucker!
What happened, Henry?
You were supposed to love me.
Henry!
Listen to your heart!
Improved by sync.