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(BOY BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: Hey!

(BOYS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(DOG BARKING)

You

little

pussy.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUN FIRES)

(WATER BUBBLING)

(HENRY BREATHING DEEPLY THROUGH SNORKEL MASK)

(MACHINE BEEPS)

(HENRY GASPS)

Hello, Henry.

Oh...

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.

That's normal, too.

Henry, wait.

Wait.

We'll get there.

Scan.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

SCANNER: Sensory processor activated.

ESTELLE: Relax, okay?

Scanning.

Video link confirmed. ESTELLE: Up.

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

This next part might hurt.

Maybe quite a lot.

But it won't last long, I promise.

(CLICKING)

Almost there.

Welder.

(WHIRRING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(WHIRS)

You can do it.

Wonderful, Henry.

Squeeze.

(ARM WHIRS SLOWLY)

Harder.

(ESTELLE SCREAMS AND GIGGLES)

Cool, right?

Integument?

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPS AND WHIRS)

Please don't move your hand.

You probably don't recall.

But you were never a big fan of my work.

Maybe this will change your mind.

Right?

Memory's a funny thing.

I'm an expert and I don't 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...

(MACHINE BEEPS)

We still are...

(WHIRRING)

Husband and wife.

I love you, Henry.

I can't wait to hear you say it.

(DOOR BEEPS)

(ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYING LOUDLY)

(STOPS)

Henry.

His memories are still catching up with him.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm Robbie.

The sorcerer of sound.

You are gonna love this.

Because, sir,

you're gonna get to pick your own voice.

(IMITATING ELVIS) Thank you. Thank you very much.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

(IMITATES LOUIS ARMSTRONG) Hello, Henry.

Robbie. Oh, come on, they're options.

What white guy wouldn't wanna sound like Louis Armstrong?

Just one more. Quick.

(IMITATES DARTH VADER) Henry, I am your father.

Robert, enough. (CHUCKLES)

Sorry, Mom. How about we use Henry's voice?

Yeah, whatever you say. You're the boss.

Boring.

COMPUTER: Security breach. Oh, fuck.

Level 4. Is this a drill?

What is this? Security breach, level 4.

Lock the door. It's probably a mistake.

Estelle, call the base. Security breach, level 4.

(ESTELLE SCREAMS)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GUNS FIRING) (SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (MAN WHISTLING)

(WHISPERS) Oh, no.

(SQUISHING)

Yes.

(ESTELLE WHIMPERS)

(AKAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

AKAN: Get up.

Henry, right?

Please. Don't. Shut up.

How do you like the new you?

Did I interrupt the procedure? Can Henry not talk yet?

No, he can't. No.

Don't look at me like that, Henry.

Your girlfriend here might have rebuilt you,

but I gave her the raw materials to work with.

And I mean really, really raw materials. (WHIMPERING)

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 Henry's understanding of how good he looks now?

Sure. His arm was shot off below the...

Below the elbow and the... The leg shot off below the knee.

And there was a football-sized dent...

Did you happen to see his head?

Yes.

Do tell.

Um, the skull was dented in and there was this...

His eyes were missing

and, um, the bottom half of his jaw was shred to pieces.

(KNIFE CLICKS)

Just about right.

(GROANING) What?

(SCREAMS)

(GASPING) (ESTELLE WHIMPERING)

Shh... I'm bleeding, too. That was a little strenuous.

(AKAN WHISTLES)

(WHISPERS) Stay close.

(LOUD GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING) (SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

Henry!

Close it.

(HENRY BREATHING HEAVILY)

Henry, come on!

Henry, try to keep up!

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Shh.

Come on.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Kick it in.

(AIR HISSING)

Come on.

If Akan gets ahold of my work,

men like these will be brought back from the dead to form his army.

Go! Go!

Henry, no!

(WIND WHOOSHING)

Henry!

Take my hand!

COMPUTER: Escape pod initiated.

ESTELLE: There are two pods.

MARTY: One. Marty?

Sorry, the man's clearly gone insane.

Marty, no!

Henry.

It's yours. Get in. AKAN: Estelle!

Get in! Get in!

COMPUTER: Escape pod initiated.

(ESTELLE BREATHES DEEPLY)

(RATTLING) (ESTELLE GASPING)

COMPUTER: Altitude...

The chute! The chute! Pull the chute!

It's going too fast! It's going too fast!

Hold on, Henry!

(CRASHING) (CARS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING) (THUDDING)

Oh, God.

Akan's mercenaries. Put me down. Put me down!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

(WHIMPERS) Henry.

They underestimate you, okay? Let them get close and then engage.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

ESTELLE: Engage! (GROANS)

ESTELLE: No! Henry! Fight back!

(GRUNTS) Come on! No, stop it!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

ESTELLE: Henry!

(SPITS)

(THUDS) (CAR HONKS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

ESTELLE: You stop it!

You stop it! What?

You stop it! Estelle...

No! (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

ESTELLE: Henry!

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(VAN APPROACHING)

(MAN INQUIRING IN RUSSIAN)

(GUNSHOT) (MAN GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

(METAL CLANKS)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER IN RUSSIAN)

(SCREAMS) (GUN FIRING)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOTS RICOCHET)

(HENRY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUNSHOT ECHOES)

(ENGINE TURNING OVER) (RADIO PLAYING LOUDLY)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE) (MEN GROANING)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(METAL CLATTERING)

(CAR HONKS)

(SHOTGUN COCKS AND FIRES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

You're a fucking rabbit in the headlights, aren't you?

It's all right. I'm not here to hurt you.

Is your speech module installed?

Shit.

Well, at least we know you're not deaf.

It's all right. You can put your hands down now.

Three years I've been waiting for this moment

and I get Charlie fucking Chaplin.

Fuck's sake, come on!

(RADIO PLAYING POP MUSIC)

All right, let's have a look at you.

Open the glove box, please.

Take out that whole contraption.

You gotta untangle the wires.

Is that a wedding ring?

Are you married?

How's that working out for you?

Yeah, what a shocker.

Right. Next, I need you to 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.

The bad news

is that in this case, a while means 20, 30 minutes tops, Henry.

Unless you're very, very lucky.

(BEEPING)

Which you are.

Uncle Jimmy is gonna take you to his lab. Hang on.

(MUSIC CONTINUES ON RADIO)

Oh, shit. We got bacon on our tail.

Unplug yourself. Put that away.

(SIREN BLARING)

There's some clothes in there. Put the hoodie on.

(SIREN CONTINUES)

There's not enough time. Fuck it. Just cover the blood up with your bag.

Just stay calm and let me handle this, yeah?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

That's how it goes... (OFFICER GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Bollocks.

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

Fucking Akan, paying off the... (GRUNTS)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(CRASHING) (AIRBAG EXPLODING)

(HENRY GROANS)

(DOOR ALARM BEEPING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUN FIRING) (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(POLICEMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(POLICEMEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (CHIMING)

(MAN GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(CHIMING)

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(IN ENGLISH) I'm gonna have to hurt you, Henry, but it's for your own good, mate.

Just give me your arm... Hey!

Shit!

It's me! It's Jimmy.

We've only got a few moments until they run into us again, mate. Just...

Okay, just give me your arm. Okay, just relax.

(JIMMY GRUNTS)

Here it is.

Here it is.

Come on. Hey, bingo! (HENRY GRUNTS)

This little fucker is how they've been tracking you.

Toodle-oo.

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 Akan's

cops/guns/real estate/ a lot of other shit.

This helpful dot on the map

is Slick's place.

All you gotta do is break in there,

kill him,

open up his rib cage,

take out his beating heart,

and fucking eat it.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm kidding!

I'm kidding. You don't have to 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 has gotta be the gayest jacket I've ever seen.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(JIMMY SCREAMING)

(MAN YELLING)

(JIMMY SCREAMING)

I'll be in touch!

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(GROANS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CAT MEOWS)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(GROANING)

(SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(BEEP)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(HENRY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

ESTELLE: Henry.

Akan's already started.

If we don't stop him, he'll have his army in days or sooner.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

(SHOTGUN BLAST)

(SHOTGUN BLAST)

(SHOTGUN BLASTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(GUN CLICKS)

You're half machine, half pussy.

(THUDS)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(WOMAN SHRIEKS)

(GROANS)

(DIMITRI GRUNTS)

(MAN YELLING)

(THUDDING) (GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS) (BONE CRACKING)

(GROANS)

Wait, wait.

I can tell you something very important.

About the man who sent you here.

(WOMAN SHRIEKS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING) (DOG YIPPING)

(HENRY PANTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(SIREN WAILING)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

JIMMY: Oi, Henry. I'm at this high-class establishment.

Follow the dot and then just knock on the knocker.

Get it? Knock on the knocker!

(KNOCKING)

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(IMITATING CAR NOISES)

Hi. I'm a fucking car, baby. Lexus convertible!

(GIGGLES)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Oh, that's good.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh! God, that's amazing. Yeah!

Fuck, you're late!

You're late! Ha!

(MUSIC STOPS)

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. (CHUCKLES)

So I fired up some of this shit.

Fired up my fucking nose.

(DISTORTED) But there you are.

It's okay. You just lost power.

Come on. Hey, there!

Bring me some of that strong Russian shit, ladies.

Okay, now where's that booster pump?

Where is it? Did you get it? Did you get the fucking... (PANTING)

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. (PANTING)

I'm sorry. I'm in no condition to do this.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYS)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

Oh, goodness.

Oh, goodness, what have you done?

(DISTORTED VOICE) What have you done this time, Jimmy?

Are you still conscious?

Yeah. Hello.

You're gonna be okay.

Just gotta get a little bit of power into 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 both want the same thing.

This may hurt a bit.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

There we go. (PANTING)

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

(TELEPHONE RINGING) at the lab, yes...

Hello?

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

They're here.

They must've followed you.

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. (DOOR SLAMS)

(GROANING)

Oh, shit.

(SNORTING) Ah! (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Fuck yeah!

Fucking hell, Akan's boys are here.

I'm gonna hold them off, yeah?

I'm gonna hold them off, yeah?

More guns for you in the drawer, yeah? Whoo!

This is fucking war, baby, yeah!

Whoo!

Fuck yeah!

Hi, ladies.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

(GUNSHOTS ECHOING) (WOMEN SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(GUNFIRE)

(MAN YELLS)

I fucking had that!

(HEAVY GUNFIRE)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Go, go, go!

Run, run!

(MAN GROANS)

(MAN SCREAMS)

The floor is fucking lava! I'm gonna burn this...

Olga! Katya!

Sorry.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Please, please!

Please don't hurt me.

I've got a family.

Is that your wife?

Uh... Uh...

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

Don't mind her, Henry. She's mourning her late husband.

(HENRY THUDS)

I wasn't betting on seeing you again.

Your persistence is unparalleled.

Quite exciting.

(SHRIEKS)

Slick Dimitry's services were excellent.

I'm just glad I never paid up front.

I'll tell Estelle you did well.

JIMMY: Akan!

Akan, you open this fucking door, you hear me?

I got her all dolled up in the back of my truck downstairs.

JIMMY: I'm gonna rip your fucking lungs out!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

AKAN: You'll go far, Henry, unlike this piece of shit.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CRACKING) (GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS) (TIRES SCREECHING)

JIMMY: Hey, Henry. Put your gun down. It's all good.

(MAN MOANS)

Hey, 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's Akan going? Mmm.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Oh, shit, shit.

(SCREAMING IN PAIN) Now that is my ego talking to yours.

(MAN SOBBING)

What do you want?

Higher self, ego?

Higher self, ego?

Higher self!

Higher self. Yeah. Okay.

Akan's convoy are taking the girl to his base.

(GUNSHOT)

Ah, shit. Let me handle this. Let me handle this.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I'm sorry that you're upset, okay?

Henry and I... Henry and I are gonna go deal with Akan.

You wanna go on the bike? You can go on the bike.

Just... Yeah, you wanna go?

Okay, go on your bike. Yeah, yeah, go on your bike. Fucking hell.

Sometimes it's easier just to say yes. (REVVING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Henry, catch!

(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVVING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(KATYA SCREAMS)

(REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING) (HONKING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS) (GROANING)

(SNIFFLING)

God, I thought I'd lost you forever, Henry.

(SOBBING) I was so scared. I was so scared when you fell.

I thought I would never see you again.

I love you, Henry.

I love you.

(MIMICS KISSING)

How sweet.

If I took this moment and put it in a cup of tea,

I wouldn't need sugar.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ESTELLE GASPS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GRUNTS)

AKAN: Each year, 100,000 baseball bats are sold in Russia,

and, at most, 50 baseballs.

Gives you an idea of a great Russian pastime.

This is a rare surviving bat.

Estelle.

Would you please be so kind and stand up?

(GRUNTS)

HENRY: (WHISPERS) No.

Or do you want to take her place?

Estelle, your boy's quite the white knight,

sacrificing himself to keep you alive

only for my dick

(SPITS)

to kill you later.

Are you sure, Henry?

Are you sure?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Brilliant!

Uh...

Come over here, Henry.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, Henry.

(SOBBING)

MAN: You

little

pussy.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUNSHOTS)

JIMMY: Give peace a chance, brothers.

My ego wants to kill you but my higher self doesn't. (GUNSHOTS)

Jesus, baby.

I was talking to that man.

Shit.

Look at this. Dude's got a memory blocker.

JIMMY: Well, that's about all I can do for you, mate.

Time for a reboot.

See you in about 15 minutes, hopefully.

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

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.

All right.

Now...

Can you focus on me over here?

Yeah? Yeah.

JIMMY: Burying you, it's like burying treasure.

I really don't understand what Akan is thinking because...

(EXPLOSION) (GASPS)

(EXHALES)

(BOMBS EXPLODING)

(RUSTLING)

(MAN GROANS)

(GAGGING)

(CHOPPER BLADES WHIRRING)

(MEN GROANING)

Ah!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

JIMMY: Henry, stop dicking around. You're almost there, mate.

Here's where you gotta get to. Chop-chop.

(HORSE SNORTS)

(WHINNIES)

(NEIGHS)

Shh.

It's me, Jimmy. Move.

Ah, shit.

Those pigs are here again.

(WOMAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

JIMMY: Psst.

(WHISPERS) Don't compromise my lab.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Let them leave.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

JIMMY: Henry, no. I'm instructing... Shit.

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SCREAMING)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Good job, Charlie Bronson.

Bravo 2-0.

Lights up.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Play video.

Dawn of twilight. A cyborg era.

Thank you, sir.

I've lobotomized everything not essential...

(CORK POPS)

Not essential to soldiers.

Personal memories, speech, sense of taste. It's all gone.

Might still have a bit of an issue with emotional motivation,

which... Motivation?

Try your fucking paycheck, James.

My...

Yes, okay.

(THUDS)

AKAN: What the shit-fuck, James?

I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry!

Oh, shit! Open the doors! Please! Open the door!

We've got a malfunction! Let me out, please!

(BANGING ON DOOR) Sir, I'll fix it.

I doubt it.

(JIMMY SCREAMS)

Fucking idiot. (GROANING)

(JIMMY GASPS)

You know, Jimmy, something about a spine snapping

(BONES CRACKING) never gets old.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

It sounds like... The end, the beginning?

Or are they the same?

Have a seat, Henry.

When a man is first crippled,

there's always one question on everyone's mind,

especially his.

Does his dick work?

Mine didn't, so I plotted my escape from this chair.

I had come to Russia when the west banned

resuscitation of cadaver tissue.

Akan's a megalomaniac, but my research was funded.

I kept my eyes on the Nobel Prize.

Who has time for icky ethics when he's rich and his cock works, eh?

(GUNSHOT ON TV)

I paid a high price.

I stopped making soldiers and then I succeeded.

I grew men made of cyberflesh.

Really, 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.

Shall we have a look at you? (ZIPPER OPENS)

(SNIFFING)

That hippie, always with the ganja.

You're not baked, are you? Hope not.

All right.

(WHISTLES)

You are the man, Henry.

Hmm.

There's very little actual man left, of course.

Enhanced skeletal muscular systems,

cardiovascular turbo boosted with a curium-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

I started exploring new aspects of myself.

Can I have a sip?

Mmm.

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'll never guess what we do here sometimes alone.

Hit play. Over there.

Go on.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

I've got you Under my skin

I've got you deep In the heart of me

So deep in my heart That you're really A part of me

I've got you Under my skin

I'd tried so Not to give in

I said to myself "This affair never Will go so well"

But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well

I've got you under my skin?

(WARNING ALARM BEEPS)

What is all this?

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes. Something's wrong with you, mate.

Don't worry, it's not the clap or nothing.

Just gonna sit you down in this chair and take a look at you, yeah?

The scan says you're in terrible danger.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Of being shivved for being a traitor, you lying grasser!

I'm shutting you down, mate.

(GROANS)

(HENRY SNORTS AND SPITS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(RUMBLING)

Put down the proto baby.

(BABY WHEEZING) Now!

We tried to unplug you nicely

even though we knew that you beamed your video to Akan.

No?

What's this?

(ECHOING) What's that?

You're broadcasting that to Akan!

Enough!

Enough.

Even if I did believe you, I still have to...

(WARNING ALARM BLARES)

(GROANS)

Fuck! Henry, no!

No!

(SCREAMS)

You brought them to my lab!

I trusted you! Henry, please kill me.

Akan won't.

He'll make me live in this straightjacket of rotten, smelly skin!

What the fuck was I thinking that Akan's toy robot was my friend?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Thank you, Henry.

Fuck you, too, but mostly thanks.

My lab's compromised, but I can build a new one

using Akan's equipment when we go get your wife

together, right?

Hey, put that on the wall.

If I can't have my lab, no one's having her.

Now, don't lose this.

Fuck you, Akan.

And don't change your channel. We're coming right over.

All right, I counted six vehicles.

That's at least 35 men.

We've gotta cut them down to half that 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 like musicals.

I just wanna get it out there right now that I'm straight as an arrow.

(VEHICLES APPROACHING) Got it?

Here they come.

Wait for it.

Wait for it. (GUN COCKS)

Now. (GUNSHOT)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Hey, cover me.

(PUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

Fuck, they're in the hotel.

We don't need the sniper anymore either.

Go inside. See the colonel.

Over here, laddie.

Arm yourself to the teeth.

Don't touch that. Imogene's mine.

That's what my father used to say.

"A grenade a day keeps the enemy at bay."

Come along.

Chop-chop.

Big Sally.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Eh...

Well, home is where the battle is.

Right, private, it is our duty to ensure that no harm comes to the cripple,

understood?

Follow on.

If you can hear them, but you can't shoot them,

you can probably grenade them.

Drop an egg down there, laddie.

(MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Forward.

Come along.

Good Lord, how embarrassing.

(GUNS FIRING)

Dodged a bullet on that one.

I'll cover you. You go around them.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

JIMMY: Don't let the cripple get below you, laddie!

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GRENADE EXPLODES)

(GRENADE EXPLODES) (MAN SHOUTS)

Jolly good.

Pull your weight! Help me with the cripple.

(MAN SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

(WHISPERS) Retreat five paces back on my command, laddie.

(MERCENARIES LAUGHING)

Spasibo, Yuri. My quarters are actually up there.

Would you like to see them?

Oh, we will.

Indeed.

(BEEPS)

(MEN SCREAMING IN PAIN)

JIMMY: Don't spare the horses.

You can take the next slipway.

Off here. Here we go.

(TIRES SCREECHING) (GUN FIRING)

Down on anchors, laddie. Let's turn the tables on these buggers.

Tally-ho.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Big Ben.

Akan is a cunt.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Oh, my.

Looks like Akan's already begun.

By tomorrow, these poor chaps will be super robotic soldiers like yourself.

Look out!

(METAL SUIT CLANKS)

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTING)

JIMMY: On your feet, lad.

(GUNSHOTS) On your left.

Hang on.

I'm gonna buy you some time!

Seal the door.

(JIMMY PANTING)

Can't tell you the number of times I've dreamt

that I was riding up in this lift.

It's a pity I can't...

It's just the landing gear, laddie.

Now, listen to me.

When you kill Akan,

I want you to look him right in those eyes

until the rest of him is just as dead as they are, understood?

No, I'm afraid I shall not be coming with.

But you letting me get you this far has given an old sweat

his grandest gift in all his years.

No. It's lodged in his jugular.

If you uncork it, I won't be able to...

(STUTTERS) The thingamajig in your pocket, quickly.

Well, I have a confession to make.

See, I've been surveilling Akan for years.

So when you dropped down onto that roadway

and went rogue so magnificently,

well, all I saw was my shot at revenge.

You proved me right 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 at 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.

You'd think

all those deaths would've prepared me for this.

If you haven't already,

you'll start to remember bits from your past now, Henry.

And those memories,

they're real.

They're you.

Trust them.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING) (GUNS FIRING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

AKAN: Memories, memories, memories.

My first batch of cyber soldiers.

With everything that you have experienced today

uploaded into what's left of their brains,

all they remember is waking up in the lab with their wife screwing their legs on.

I love you, Charlie.

I love you, Edward.

I love you, Thomas.

You recognize these?

No?

That's odd.

They're your wife's.

(SNIFFING)

Mmm...

I smell what you like about her.

(BEEPING)

This one is almost ready for you.

But I'm warning you,

their boosters make the one you have in you now...

Look like a fucking 9-volt.

Go ahead and fuck him up.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTS AND GROANS)

(SYSTEM SHUTS DOWN)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(CLICKING)

(THUDDING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(SHATTERING)

(HENRY GROANS)

(THUDS)

(YELLS)

(HENRY GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(HENRY GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING)

(YELLS)

(BONES CRACKING)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL YELLING)

(CYBORGS GROANING)

(ALL YELLING)

(HENRY GRUNTS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

(YELLING)

(HENRY PANTING)

(GUN COCKS)

(YELLS)

(HENRY CONTINUES PANTING)

(CEILING THUDS)

(EARS RINGING)

(MUFFLED YELLING) (GROANS)

(CYBORG YELLS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)

Get up.

Get up!

(BONES CRACKING)

(BONES CRACKING)

(GROANING)

(MOANS)

(BONES CRACK) (SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

Can you handle this?

Henry.

(HENRY GROANS)

Why are you hitting yourself, Henry?

Hmm?

(THUDS)

ESTELLE: Baby? Baby, are you okay?

AKAN: I love how protective you are of me.

Mmm...

You owe me an apology.

For?

Doubting me.

I did have certain apprehensions.

Then why'd you let me do it?

I was just entertaining my woman and losing all of my men.

(GASPS)

Is everybody dead?

Yes. Yes.

Do you know when I realized this was working?

When?

When Henry pulled me into the escape pod,

trying to get me out of the lab no matter what.

Who would've thought that pussy is a hell of a motivator?

(SNIFFING) Ah. (CHUCKLES)

We'll have a hundred of you tomorrow, a thousand next week.

Each one's first memory will be

his wife slipping a cheap brass ring on his finger.

Every single one of my soldiers

will wake willing to do anything my brilliant wife tells him,

whether it's marching on Paris or the White House lawn.

I would like to pretend you understand the part you played.

You didn't make history, Henry.

You helped end it.

Mmm...

(KISSES)

(CHUCKLES) (CHOPPER BLADES WHIRRING)

MAN: You

little

pussy.

That's what my old man called me.

It's like it was my name.

And I proved him 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 are you gonna stand up,

spit it out, and go spill theirs?

(WIND WHOOSHING)

ESTELLE: Akan!

You fuck... (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(HENRY GRUNTS)

ESTELLE: No!

Stop!

I am ordering you to stop!

(GROANS)

ESTELLE: Henry!

Stop!

(SCREAMS)

Where is he?

No.

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Fuck you!

How could you do this to me, Henry?

How could you fucking do this?

Answer me!

Answer me!

Motherfucker!

(RICOCHET)

What happened, Henry?

You were supposed to love me.

(SCREAMS)

Henry!

Henry!

Listen to your heart!

(SHRIEKS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

JIMMY: Hello, Henry.

Well, if you're hearing this, there's one more thing I need you to do.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)