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In the year 2074,

planet earth is
caught in the grip

of high-powered
corporate warfare.

Kobayashi Electronics (Japan)

Y Pinwheel Robotics (USA)

Struggle to control the
software programming

and manufacturing of cyborgs.

Cyborgs have replaced humans

in every respect from the
soldier in the field

to the prostitute
in the brothel.

Billions of dollars are at stake

and, as usual,

the love of money proves to be

the root of all evil.

They're beautiful.

Caught a loop there.

Go lateral and fix.

We're level.

Right on time with
one zero niner,

and she's a go.

All right, heat her up.

I'm burning!

T.A.D. At eleven
seconds and counting.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

Kick off.

Holy shit!

What a waste.

Fire alert. Observation one.

Send in the boys.

And have them send up a
shitload of window cleaner.

Cyborg stew.

Glycerine 3
acidosulphide-dioxogine.

"Glass Shadow" for short.

Injected into the cyborg's
circulatory system

and directly linked to a
micro-beam detonater.

Virtually undetectable

in human form.

Aggressively affective.

The cutting edge of
counter-espionage

technology in a humanoid

robotics application.

And while our major
competitor Kobayashi

has tried similar
designs, only Pinwheel

has been able to overcome
the chemical rejection

of a bio-explosive

implant.

Dreena, the cyborg test
unit you just saw,

was injected with a mere 20
milligrams of Glass Shadow.

The Osaka operative will
be carrying over 100,000.

Has she been selected?

Her name is Casella Reese.

The trainers call her Cash.

Peak condition. Top of the line.
Our very best.

What has she got?

A hyper-sophisticated
psycho-emotional program designed

specifically for her.

Human in almost every respect.

Love, hate,

anxiety, anger, sexuality,

and most importantly, fear.

Are you telling me every time she
screws somebody she'll explode?

I wish my ex-wife
had that problem.

The sexual demonstration
was chosen as the most

entertaining way

of showing the board

the infinite possibilities

of the Glass Shadow.

With Kobayashi
Corporation folding,

Pinwheel will monopolize
the bio-tech world.

Two years from now they'll
say: "If God didn't make you,

Pinwheel did".

We'll own this planet.

Casella Reese, you've
got a great future

behind you.

Dropping your left, Cash?

You think so, Colt?

Class dismissed.

Where's Dreena?

Who?

Dreena, my roommate. They took her away.
What happened to her?

How should I know?

Can't take my eye off you.

- Whas going on?
- Nothing that concerns you.

Whas she done?

Nothing that concerns you.

Come here.

Look, Ricks. Don't start
any shit with me.

You're already on thin ice.

Asshole.

Mind your own business or
you'll never get out of here.

You're going to be semi-operative
for a couple of hours.

Nothing to worry about.
Just try and relax.

Interrupt Pinwheel feed.

Enough synthetic
homework for now.

Time to get real.

There's a few things
you should know

if you decide to go.

Other cyborgs have tried it

and failed.

Only one

made it all the way,

but she had a protector.

A human.

A warrior.

A hero.

If you really

want to make it,

find yourself a hero.

- Do you know any heroes?
- No.

- Would you like a suggestion?
- Yes.

- Did they hurt you?
- Probably.

You know the rules, no
fraternizing with cyborgs.

What's happening?

Yeah.

You.

Just you and me,

"Colt 45". Mano a mano.

This a joke?

Guess not.

Holy Christ.

"Dominus vobiscum et

cum spiritu tuo."

Who are you?

I am the word of God almighty!

- Satisfied?
- No.

Yeah, no pleasing some.

So what did she give you?
A "billet-ïamour"?

No, a matchbox.

Oh, the flame of love.

Nobody told me about you.

I keep a low profile.

- So who the hell are you?
- Your saving grace,

Colton Ricks.

Take her to observation six.

Have to split before
they trace me.

Until then...

I'll be seeing you

in all the familiar places.

Oh, Jesus!

- Reference angle.
- Subject?

- Company regulations.
- Category?

Penalty for...

- fraternizing with a cyborg.
- Specify.

Sexual contact.

Immediate incarceration.

Plus fine, plus
re-programming charges,

plus legal action in
case of product damage.

Minimum sentence: Solitary
confinement until death.

Shall I go on?

I'll get back to you on that.

Purge conversation.

Pleasant sleep?

- The usual. No dreams.
- Sorry to hear that.

But I do believe you
have an assignation.

- A what?
- A rendez-vous.

Lab nine, five sharp.

Shit!

What the hell are
you, anyway, man?

A bad idea on the loose.

Look at this.

They're so beautiful.

I wonder if they're real.

There's more.

Look at this.

It's a cyborg.

Monkey see,

monkey do.

Now you get around, okay?

What's your system?

It's a secret, but let's just
say that I can communicate

with just about anyone,
anywhere within Pinwheel

and I have a few of my own
operatives "topside", too.

In other words,

I can throw a monkey
in anybody's wrench.

Right, Cash?

- You've seen him before?
- He talks to me at night.

What was that?

The plot thickens.

Go ahead.

I'll keep an eye on you.

Dreena?

Guess what?

What?

They put the chill on me, Cash.

Why?

They didn't discuss it with me.

Are they going to fix you?

They already did.

Better kiss it good bye, Cash.
You're next.

Next for what?

- Glass Shadow.
- Glass Shadow?

Liquid explosive.
Highly effective.

It's circulating in your
body at this moment, Cash.

Why? Why me?

Corporate
counter-espionage units.

You were made to be destroyed.

When?

Osaka, two days from now.

Dunn has arranged for you to attend a
corporate meeting at the Kobayashi

robotics plant posing as
an American investor.

At a pre-programmed point

you will self-detonate
thus liquidating

the company's entire
chain of command.

- For what reason?
- In the ensuing crisis,

stock value will plummet,
leaving Kobayashi vulnerable

to an immediate takeover
by the chief rival.

Pinwheel!

Business as usual.

Time to make hard choices.

You have five seconds.

Five seconds?

Three... two...

one... bingo!

You've just been
reported stolen, Cash.

And guess who they
claim the thief is?

You, handsome.

What do we do now?

Run like hell.

Security breach. Sector three.

- You know where we're going?
- A freight elevator on level 6.

Hold your fire!

- Don't damage the cyborg.
- What about don't damage the human?

Come on! This way!

This should be it.

Yeah!

I got a bad feeling about this.

Humans. Always struggling
with their feelings.

Unfortunately, your feeling
is right this time.

Not bad. Mine's not as sweet.

That's funny.

Bring up a schematic on this area
and let's get out of here, okay?

We can get out to the bottom.

Under the floorboard
there's another hatch.

But watch out for the
half a mile drop.

Swing me!

- What a stench!
- I just shut my smell sensors off.

Okay, now what's next?

We wait for our ride up.

You're kidding me, right?

We're going to hitchhike a ride
on a trash container from hell?

Logic tells us we
have no other choice.

I'll attach us. You
just ride it out.

Yeah, that's easy
for you to say.

- You all right?
- Like I was dragged through a hole.

- Get this thing off me!
- Let's go.

I've got to quit smoking.

- You know the city?
- Haven't been topside for a while.

About 8 years, I think.

- What are you doing?
- A little interface.

Not bad for a first time break.

How do you do that?

Black magic.

Now I have to make
you disappear.

All right, you better do it quick,
because I'm a felon now, okay?

Grand theft robot.

I don't need to get busted for
possession of an unlicensed cyborg.

Colt!

What?

- Colt!
- What?

What is it?

- What?
- I've been activated.

What's going on?

I was afraid of this.

Afraid of what? You better give me
some answers, hotlips! Come on!

They wired a recall code
to her tracking system.

The detonator self-activates

if she gets too far
from the plant.

They don't want
anyone to find out

she's carrying the Glass Shadow.

Help me!

It's okay. It's okay.

Stay calm, Cash.

The pattern recall voice
will probably switch off

any second. Think straight.

What does the clock read?

Eight hours fifty-seven
and three.

You got time.

How much time?

About nine hours.

The signal is just playing hockey
with your feedback control.

It's trying to disorient you so you
can't form an escape strategy.

Come here, come here.

You're safe.

You're safe.

It's cool.

Remember, you're throwing
out a hell of a signal.

You won't be clear of danger
until you've been defused.

Okay, what's the plan?

Get some wheels.

Some wheels? Hope I
remember how to drive.

She can if you can't.

No problem.

Yeah, I'll drive.

- No problem.
- I'll drive.

Go to 1830 North Perot Street.

It's in the warehouse
district downtown and wait

for Wild Card. If you miss him,

head straight for the old city
muzeum in the South Sector.

I'll find you.

Hey, who the hell are you?

Oh, I almost forgot.

The name's Mercy.

Ready when you are, Chen!

You screwed up, letting

our princess out of her tower.

What's our plan now, Dunn?

She's not the problem.
It's the human, Colt.

The best laid plan...

Just shut up and listen.

Get topside and intercept Cash.

Disconnect the Pinwheel detonator
and install one of your own.

Make sure it's undetectable.
After you kill Colt

we're back in business.

And what about Pinwheel?

They'll definitely
want her back.

Don't worry about Pinwheel.

When the time is
right I'll destroy.

Cash, Pinwheel and Kobayashi
all at the same time.

Remind me never to piss you off.

Who says you haven't already?

Sending Pinwheel Security to
locate her is out of the question.

Why?

Our tracking system will alert
the hackers and tappers topside

and they'll tear her to
pieces just for the parts.

That sort of garage sale must
be avoided at all costs.

She won't respond to the
activation warning?

After the 40 minute point
there, the odds decrease

some eleven percent on the hour.

Apparently, whatever emotion
drove her to escape

may override her sense
of self-preservation.

You mean she'd rather
self-destruct than surrender?

Check. The boys in
programming call it

a "freedom-cathexis aberration".

Put simply,

she's the first cyborg to
escape by human reasoning.

So, it's escape or bust.

Now we're still speculating on the
motives of the combat instructor.

- Corporate spying?
- Possibly.

They appear to have had outside help.
Could be Kobayashi.

- What's your plan, Dunn?
- This unit's training program

was under your own
personal supervision.

If she's apprehended
and analyzed,

the entire Glass Shadow
Project is dead.

And Pinwheel bites the big one.

The normal tracking
patterns of escapee traffic

will not apply in this scenario.

No. Not with a major
corporate accomplice.

Now, my fellows, I
suggest we enlist a man

who has experience.

Somebody who knows the street.
Somebody who's worked

with irrational
prototype models,

like the Velma Unit 5 years ago.

Get a psychopath to
find a psychopath.

- You're not suggesting...
- Yes.

Yes.

Master Daniel Bench.

- Yes?
- Hello, Bench.

Yeah, well, well, well, well.

Martin Dunn of Pinwheel.

It's been a long time. How may I

assist you?

Are you still active?

Well, if that's your
polite little way

of inquiring if I
still kill people

for a living, the answer is...

oui, oui, sí, sí, oh, yes.

I'm still an equal

opportunity terminator.

I thought you may have slowed
down after the Velma incident.

Temporary setback.

You call five years "temporary"?

Oh, yeah.

The face is nicely
on the mend now.

Trifle expensive, though.

But we can afford it.

An emergency has come up.
We're in need of service.

To the tune of?

Three hundred and fifty thousand

for nine hours.

Plus an additional ten percent
if the product is delivered

intact.

- Thirty percent.
- Twenty.

Come on, Dunn. Twenty five.

Surgical costs are absurd

these days.

Affirmative.

We have a Spec A,
LC 7 female cyborg.

Standard anatronic
espionage model.

Plus one human. Male, 30 years.

Employee?

Instructor. Hand to
hand, small arms.

I don't know, Dunn.

You sound kind of nervous to me.

She wouldn't happen

to be an experimental
model, would she?

That's classified. Do you
want the job, or not?

Well, times being
what they are...

I thought so.

The product is wired
with a 200 mile tap.

We can vid-fax their pictures

and set up a relay right now.

Proceed.

I think it'd be
better if I go alone.

The hackers will be looking
for a couple, not a single.

If I'm not back in 30 minutes, meet
me in the muzeum in South Sector.

Okay.

I'm going to wait across the
street in that alley, okay?

Don't get dead.

- I'm looking for Wild Card.
- Just follow me.

You wait here.

Over here, killer.

No doubt about it.

That window will never
mess with you again.

- Nervous reflex, man.
- I forgot you're

strung pretty tight.

- Too many drugs.
- Probably.

What's next?

Hook up with Cash

and wait for your contact.

- Okay. How will I know him?
- He'll know you.

Smart as a whip. And remember:

Somebody somewhere is
dogging Cash's beacon.

In fact you've probably
got a wire-tapper

on your tail right now.

Wire-tapper?

Professional cyborg tracker.

Keeps the escape classified.

They're well-paid

and I never met one who wasn't
a borderline psychopath.

- What are my chances?
- Hell, kid.

I'm amazed you're
still breathing.

You're a sweetie.

Where you learn speak Chinese?

I was trained.

Trained for what?

What you want to know?

- How much time do I have?
- You got friend?

Yes.

He's waiting for me.

A sharp field.

Very strong charge.

How you got such strong energy?

You need money?

Money?

I got job for you.

Good work for cyborg.

Top dollar.

Hey, buddy. Got a light?

This is a very big gun.

It makes very big holes.

I get the point.

Put these on.

Behind you.

Your pretty little mate.
Where is she, inside?

She's gone, man.

I didn't realize you
were so tired of living.

What the fuck? Don't!

Don't kill me, man.

What's the magic word?

- Please.
- Please.

Please, please what?

Please don't kill me.

Oh, I do like a
boy with manners.

You beckon the doorman and
you keep your hole shut.

- Your girlfrienïs close, isn't she?
- You got me.

Can I help you?

Just conducting a little inquest

here in your

beautiful, beautiful
Kosk parlour.

You're no cop.

Colt?

Colt, you down there?

Colt!

Have a seat.

I'll stand if you don't mind.

Please!

Okay.

Cuff yourself to that bar.

Give it a nice little tug.

Cigarette?

Yeah.

Oh, so sorry.

I don't have any.

You're a spook, man.
You know that?

You need some serious
fucking therapy.

Oh, but it's so much fun

to watch, isn't it?

I guess so.

I have

unusually sensitive skin.

We must guard
continually against

infections.

They do cause complications.

I knew Pinwheel was cutting costs,
but they must be really desperate

to bring you in.

Where do you hail from, Mr.
Ricks?

New Orleans.

Have you ever been to

the magical Far East?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

You really should get out more, Mr.
Ricks.

Travel really does
broaden the mind.

Now...

Are you going to tell me

where she is?

I told you I have no
idea where she is.

Little boy Colten
has lost his mate

and doesn't fancy a look.

But, Master Bench

and his bloody henchmen

must hang

his head

on a hook.

What the hell is that?

That's the third eye.

They say to me that
it does help you see

far into the future.

Shit.

No, no, do not cover it up.
It's a

liquid crystal base, very

very sensitive to the light.

You see?

Otherwise it's going
to burn a furrow deep,

deep, deep into your
corpus colossus

and then you're going to be in

a desperate state.

All this fun has just left me

limp with excitement.

I believe I'm going to join you

in your peaceful slumber.

You have pleasant dreams, Mr.
Ricks.

I think we're
coming around, yes?

Hello, my name is Tea.

Would you like Miss
Chen with your cream?

Re-code logical

and pattern back.

Entry first

subject.

Who... who is you, greeting me?

And I am?

- Miss Chen.
- Who has offered you...?

Cream...

for my tea.

And if you don't like cream?

I'll take it black, thank you.

Well, it doesn't appear
to be any serious

damage.

Now, VEM replication. I want
optical memory playback.

You've been a naughty girl.

It's in my program.

It appears as if Pinwheel
has planted a bomb in you.

Yes. Can you remove it?

I don't think it can be removed.

Your entire system appears
to be suffused with it.

This is the detonator.

It's still active.

Not necessarily.

There.

The detonation clock
in your field

of vision will gradually
run its course to zero

and stop.

On the other hand...

No!

Oh, yes!

Make it stop!

Well,

what's it worth?

Anything. Just make it stop.

I know you have a partner.

A cyborg.

Tell me where he is,

and I guarantee safe passage out

of the country.

All right.

They say the happiest people

have no memories.

None.

You've been contacted
by a tapper.

Just stay in the dark and
don't reveal any landmarks.

Geography always tips them off.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

I just hope Mercy
contacts us soon.

Yeah.

Mercy.

It's not what you
expected, is it?

What?

The world.

Topside.

I thought it would be beautiful.

Yeah, well, it ceased to be
beautiful a long time ago.

People just screwed it up.

How could they let
it get so bad?

Because people aren't
programmed, Cash.

They're not schematics and
they're not circuitry.

They're flesh

and blood.

They learn by trial and error.

Some errors are
worse than others.

Some of the trials, too.

Now you're talking
about cyborgs.

Man's puny attmept to play God.

A fucked concept, I mean...

I hated you all and Pinwheel,

you know?

I mean when I first started
working there, they had

the staff that acted
like Dunn was Geppetto.

And by the end all we have created
is a bunch of perverted Pinnochios.

Until they created you.

When I first started

having feelings,

I mean a genuine attraction
to you, I got really scared.

Because they were playing
God better than ever

and I was buying into it.

I mean I knew what
kind of treachery.

Pinwheel was capable of, and
I was more afraid for you

than for myself.

- Any regrets?
- No.

None.

None.

Except one.

We're not going to live our lives
together and die together.

Today might be that day, punk.

I'll be damned

if ain't sween Raven Chen.

Long time no see, Danny.

I heard a cyborg
almost did you in.

Oh, yes.

She gave me a run
for it, all right.

Seems that

our darling little Velma

had a fondness

for battery acid.

Gave me a full face-splash.

The beautiful bitch.

The tapping game isn't
what it used to be.

Maybe it's time you checked out.

Jesus Christ!

Look what you've done!

Look, Cash, we don't
have time for this.

We've got to keep moving.

Ah, "the nuclear family".

An appropriate name.

You were right.

He's of very little use to me.

Where are you?

So tell me, what's worse?
Cyborg envy or human envy?

Penis envy?

I like your style, gorgeous.

Hey, puppy. You lost?

Who cares? How much
time we have left?

Wait a minute, he's synthetic.

Mercy must have sent him.

Great.

" Benji the cyborg".

Let's follow the dog.

This must be it.

Oh, yeah. This sounds
like a wonderful place.

Yes, may I help you?

Yes, you can let us in.

Do you have a reservation?

- Mercy sent us.
- I'll check with the management.

Excuse me for a moment.

Welcome to Towndown. Your
entrance has been approved.

Thanks. We're looking for Mercy.

Nobody finds Mercy.
Mercy will find you.

Towndown's a shipyard?

More like a graveyard.
This is pre-war shit.

All obsolete. When enough
fools and freaks moved in,

they called it a town.

- You need one thing to live here.
- What's that?

Basic human survival instinct.

The man says to approach.

He can see us?

In these parts, if you don't see
it coming, it's probably too late.

I wish you luck.

Cover it up, boys!

So where to, Benji? What's next?

You're late.

Yeah, ran into some shit.

And it's getting thicker.

What do you mean?

The ship I paid my last dollar
for just burned to the ground.

I'd say someone doesn't
want you to leave.

- What other options do we have?
- Only one.

Rent another boat.

Great. How are we
supposed to do that?

Ever hear of the Blade?

- No.
- No.

Snuff combat

under a stern propeller
of a dry-docked ship.

Big attraction here. Two
go under, one comes out.

Fast, brutal

and highly illegal.

And you're a contender.

Forget it!

I'm not putting my ass through a
blender so you can place some bets!

Easy, Colt 45.

Remember the difference
between champ and chump is U.

The Blade's your ticket

to the Mombasa shuffle.

- The ticket to where?
- Mombasa.

The only free-zone on earth
for unlicensed cyborgs.

The purse will rent you

a black market boat for the trip.
And it leaves tonight.

With you...

or without you.

Hey, Marty, my love.

Four hours and counting, Bench.
Where in hell are you?

I'm due west riding right by a
beautiful magical harbor view.

Towndown.

Not unlike our late
lovely Velma, huh?

The harbor zone has a well
developed criminal network.

However the similarity is
circumstantial at best.

Yeah, well, silly me. I just have
a little trouble believing that.

So you listen to me.
I'm going to outline

our new terms of agreement.

Total termination
for a 50 percent

increase in fees.

Out of the question.

The woman is too valuable

and the man is a matter
of internal security.

I just bet he is.

But Marty, you're just
missing the point there.

Because retrieval is no longer

an acceptable option.

Are you threatening me, Bench?

Threaten?

What a quaint, quaint, quaint word.
I've been mutilated.

Five painful years

of dermo-therapy ruined

by a little shit-kicker

and a stupid little
piece of wind-up muff!

You're off the case, Bench.

You touch them, we'll
have your license.

Oh, I love it.

What license?

I love it, I love it.

I love it, I love it, I love it!

I love it!

So, why do they
call you Wild Card?

It's a long story

and you're not going
to be awake for it.

You got a thing happening, huh?

Yeah, cyborg love. Just like.

Romeo and Juliet, have to cross

all those lines to connect.

- Kind of a doomed thing.
- Doomed?

Yeah, like it cannot last
even if this love is true.

Only

one way it can live on.

How?

Someone's got to cross over and
live the time of their beloved.

Time

is what it's all about.

Cash will live for
a thousand years,

forever 22, as long as

they keep making parts
to maintain you.

But Colt 45...

He'll peel like yesterday's

paint, being just a bit of blood

and bone.

He's a memory as we speak.

But if you can cross
over just a little,

just enough to taste
each other's time...

Well, then

your time together
just might be enough.

- Would you want to live forever?
- Mortal

or immortal, here I die.

I leave eternity to thee.

For what is a man

that he should live out
the lifetime of his God?

Who is Mercy?

He used to command a fleet.

- What happened?
- It's not a pretty story.

He was wounded in the
battle of El Najaf.

The navy just couldn't
scrap a human hero, so

- they rebuilt him with cyborg parts.
- He's a cyborg?

Experimental model.

He went renegade. Saw the
world as a hired soldier.

Ran guns in Gaza, Kabul,

led a coup in Mozambique...

The gen's a poet-warrior

in the classic sense.

My wife, Velma.

Where is she?

- She's dead.
- Sorry.

It was sort of an arranged
marriage, the pairing of man

and machine.

Velma was a free spirit, a
searcher for a better world.

She spent most of her time
helping renegade cyborgs

escape from Pinwheel's hell.

But they finally got her.

Your tapper, Bench, killed her.

But not before she
messed him up.

Is that why you're
helping Cash and me?

Marriage is a magical thing.

A treacherous thing.

Pull out that center drawer.

Open it.

Some things are customary
before a man goes into battle.

It's time to rumble.

I've spoken to the fight promoter,
Bobby Linn. He's expecting you.

This is the Dragon.

Here's Pier 77.

After the fight you'll have

20 minutes to make it
to Die Frau Maria.

- Who do we meet?
- The captain's name

is Joey Fook. He'll know
what you look like.

If he doesn't, you get the hell out.
Fast.

That's it.

Win or lose, it's been a trip.

You're a kick-ass wire, Mercy.

We're looking for Bobby Lin.

Mercy sent us.

Bobby Lin?

Who want to know?

Mercy.

Mercy

says good things about you.

Fast, lots of style.

This guy I'm fighting,

what's his record like?

He first-time fighter, too.

Newcomers always

kick the odds up.

Make lots more money.

That's good.

Everything set.

This next match

goes all the way.

Round one, no blade.

Round two, one blade.

Round three and final
round, both blades.

Only person allowed is trainer.

That you, right?

Bell starts fight.
Give us a show, eh?

What's our time situation?

Two minutes to bell.
44 to make the ship.

Shit, Mercy. We got to make sure
things are settled with the boat.

Be careful, Colt.

Right. So, go.

- For love.
- Yeah, what else is there?

Go! Go! Go!

Hit him!

If you interfere,

Colt disqualified.

No Mombasa.

Kill him, Colt!

- All right, break up this party.
- Yes, sir.

Colt! Pinwheel!

Let's go!

No, don't, Cash. They'll
blow you away, baby.

No they won't. I cost too much.

But your boyfriend
is dirt cheap.

Give it up, cyborg, or he's

a dead man.

Way to stand by your man, Cash.

I like that. And Colt,

that was one hell of a fight.

And you, Pinwheel...

Pinheads...

I only have one thing to say.

Incoming.

Goddamn it!

All right, break
off and fan out.

I want these people

found.

Mercy!

So much for a myth.

If you want to dine
with the devil

you'll need a long spoon.

Mercy.

I can do better.

Mercy,

glad you could make it.

You know you've
always been such a

formidable opponent.

Until your untimely
capture, that is.

And I thought I'd at least
let you come and watch me

play my final card.

You see, this is Chen's

detonator. It has a 2000

mile range.

So, alas, it appears that
the honeymoon is over

for Cash and Colt.

What?

No quick, smart-ass remark?

No retort from the
man with the video

mouth?

Cash and Colt...

You can kiss your
asses good-bye.

Warning! A detonation sequence
has been detected within

the complex.

Initiate emergency
evacuation sequence.

I think you kissed the
wrong ass good-bye.

One... Zero.

Time is what it's all about.

Cash crossed over it

and lived the time
of her beloved Colt.

Proving once again

that love is stronger than flesh

or machine.