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(ALARM RINGING)

(SECOND ALARM RINGING)

(FIRST ALARM STOPS)

(GROANS)

- Okay, okay, I get the point. - (ALARM STOPS)

Okay, okay.

- Of course you get the point. - (GROANING)

Look. You got five hours.

Five hours for the big race. It's time. It's time.

- (GROANING) - Get up. Get up. Get up!

Come on, sleepy. Get up.

I can't believe you're still sleeping.

I'm more excited than you are.

(SIGHS)

Okay, look.

What do you think the other drivers' wives will be wearing?

- I hate that. - Wives?

Did I hear wives?

I said wives.

I got ahead of myself for a minute.

You said wives.

It was a slip of the tongue, Alex.

Well, I like that slip.

I like that tongue, too. Mmm.

- Alex, aren't you a little bit nervous? - Nervous?

No. I've seen it all in advance.

Vroom! Checkered flag.

- Vroom! Honeymoon in The Bahamas. - (LAUGHING)

Mmm! Listen, let's just take one "zoom" at a time.

I'll win that race, honey. You watch.

There ain't no one out there that can stop me.

(BEEPING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA) The last of our F1 competitors

are now leaving the race track...

(WHOOPING) Gentlemen, don't touch a thing.

- It's hot! - You're hot!

(LAUGHING)

- Rock 'n' roll driving. - Feels good.

You're coming out of the turn, if you'd hit the brakes

a second sooner, that wouldn't have happened.

Wait a minute. You drive your typewriter, I'll drive my race car.

Oh, man. Alex, it's a computer.

You're such an asshole. Computer!

Sorry.

I'll be all right.

God, I hope so, Alex.

If you just do one thing.

Nibble my ear.

For luck.

Alex, this is a public place.

- Not gonna race unless you do it. - Oh, God! You are nuts!

You serious?

I love you.

Come here.

- You happy? - Delirious.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CLAMORING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

MAN: (ON PA) Do not interfere with this operation.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

Hey, Alex.

Come here, pal.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

I got some guys I want you to meet.

Brad, I thought we had a deal.

Yeah. You do all the driving and I do all the jiving.

Any careful planning for the future must include a little ass-kissing.

So come on, pucker up, buttercup.

Did I oversell this kid, gentlemen? I think not.

More than just the hottest rookie driver on the circuit,

he's photogenic, he's telegenic, he's drug-free,

and he's real good to his mom.

Is that a face that'll sell motor oil, or what?

Speaks English, too.

Say a few words to the nice people, Alex.

Hello, son.

Champion Spark Plugs.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Plugs.

Excuse us for a second, please.

(LAUGHING) Jimmy Connors attitude.

Alex!

MAN: (ON PA) All unauthorized personnel

- are warned to stay clear of this area. - Clear that area over there!

(BEEPING)

Okay, let's do it.

- (CROWD CHEERING) - (FIREWORKS WHIZZING)

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA) This is the moment we've been waiting for.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

(BEEPING)

Back it up.

(BEEPING)

VACENDAK: More.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

Thanks.

VACENDAK: More. Hold it there.

Go in.

More.

(ENGINE REVVING)

That's it.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Encoder's locked.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

Power it up.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(EXCLAIMING)

He's good.

RIPPER: (ON PA) Medical units, stand by.

Thirty seconds to contact.

- Go! Go! Go! - Alex!

Twenty seconds.

Fifteen.

Ten.

MAN: (ON PA) Five.

Four.

- (TIRES SCREECHING) - Three.

- Two. - (SCREAMING)

- One. - (BEEPING)

(CROWD GASPING)

We got him.

Let's go.

TECHNICIAN: Take off the damn helmet and open the suit!

(EKG FLATLINING)

- Clear! - Clear.

GUARD: On the double. Let's go. Move it!

What the...

(ON SPEAKERS) We're moving out.

Vacendak, what the hell's going on?

There's over seven million bucks worth of merchandise on that table.

We're not stopping till we hit a Security Zone.

Clear!

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

Oxygen! Come on!

(BEEPING)

I wouldn't want to dance to it, but that's a pulse.

(GROANING)

He'll survive. Good job, people.

Sedate him and wrap him up.

(BEEPING)

Contact, 200 meters.

This area was supposed to be clear.

I guess I didn't win, huh?

TECHNICIAN 1: He's still got brain function.

TECHNICIAN 2: Oh, shit.

TECHNICIAN 1: Clamp him and get the lobotomizer.

TECHNICIAN 2: Imagine the shit the Spiritual Switchboard

would give us if we delivered him like this.

TECHNICIAN 1: Forty megawatts to the prefrontal lobe.

That should burn him clean.

TECHNICIAN 3: Should quiet him down a bit, too.

What kind of hospital is this?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

What the hell?

(ALEX SCREAMS)

(TECHNICIANS SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING) What kind of a hospital is this?

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANS)

(SHOUTING)

TECHNICIAN: Freejack! Grab him!

Bring him here!

(ON PA) Automatic weapons, high left. Take 'em out.

(GRUNTS)

TECHNICIAN: Damn it! Hold him!

(GRUNTING)

TECHNICIAN: I got him! TECHNICIAN 2: Hold him!

(GRUNTING)

All right. You're in position.

Hit 'em!

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) - (GROANING)

(GROANING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLING)

(CLANKS)

Get the meat.

GUARD: Move it!

(GUNSHOT)

Stunners only.

I don't want him damaged.

GUARD: Move! Move! Move!

(GRUNTS)

ALEX: Yo! Taxi!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Warren Street.

I'm driving here alone and I'm thinking, "Get fare first."

- Yes? - (GUNFIRE)

Ooh! Antique watch.

Here. Here. Just take it.

- Let's just get the hell out of here! - (LAUGHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

This neighborhood not good.

Very competitive, and difficult to sleep.

- Hey, where are we? - Where we are? (LAUGHING)

My fare is flying.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Bonejackers!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- I kill you! - (GUN CLICKS)

No!

(PANTING)

Hello?

Hello? What the hell is this?

- Get out of here! Vamoose! Beat it! - Jose!

Jose, it's Alex! Alex Furlong.

Open the door for Christ's sake.

Furlong. Hombre.

Where's Julie? Is she upstairs?

I got to see her.

(PANTING)

(BUZZING)

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Julie, open up! It's me, Alex!

Where's Julie?

- Who? - Julie.

Julie Redlund! Who are you?

I'm the guy that lives here.

Who in the hell are you?

And how did you get in here?

What's going on, Charles?

Who are you people?

What the hell are you doing here?

- The hell are you doing here? - I'm looking for Julie.

Julie Redlund, God damn it! Now, where is she?

- You get out of my face! - Charles, wait!

Julie Redlund?

Child, we bought this place from her years ago.

No, that's impossible.

I was with her here this morning!

Oh, my God.

He's a Freejack!

A what?

We can't help you. Can't anybody help you.

Now get away or I'll call Central!

- Now move! - (GUN COCKS)

Move!

MAN: (ON PA) Anyone seen on the street may be fired upon.

There is a Freejack at large in the area.

If he is seen, he should be reported immediately.

A reward has been posted for his capture.

Penalties for harboring a Freejack are extreme.

I repeat.

Anyone seen on the street may be fired upon.

There is a Freejack at large in the area.

I hate being the messenger on this.

I have a feeling the client's going to be really pissed.

Oh, you do?

Then tell me, how would you feel if you'd been dead for a day and a half

and somebody brought you more bad news?

MICHELETTE: I know patience is a hard thing to advocate,

considering the delay in delivering your new body.

But all of my people assure me of a rapid recapture.

You failed.

Sir, if I could point out

the Spiritual Switchboard can only hold you for another 36 hours,

shouldn't you consider an alternative body?

I don't want an alternative body.

I want this one.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(ROD CLATTERS)

You are slipping, Victor.

You were contracted to deliver Furlong.

I see you, but I do not see him.

Beautiful.

Faberge.

There'll be no more excuses.

Mac Corp. Security will handle this from now on.

1916.

Just before the revolution.

There was no delivery, there will be no payment.

Now, get out of my sight.

Mr. Vacendak is leaving now. He is no longer on this case.

Let me tell you something.

I said I'd deliver Furlong and that's what I'll do.

Feel free to make any arrangements you like,

but keep your people out of my way.

Why, Victor,

who do you think you're talking to?

I know who I'm talking to, Mark.

(GASPS)

An asshole.

(CRACKING)

Get out!

- (GUN COCKS) - If you're a praying man, I'd start.

- Look, sister... - Don't sister me!

Get the hell up.

What are you and what are you doing here?

I don't know what I am or where.

Maybe I died.

What is it that they call me?

Pathetic?

No.

A Freejack.

(GASPS) Oh.

Holy shit!

(BEEPING)

VACENDAK: Got him.

His image is programmed into the Central Data Bank.

If he even walks past a vid-phone now, he's ours.

The retrieval cost could top 17 million.

Do you think his body's worth it?

(SIGHS)

I'd sell him yours for half that.

Someone would.

Not many people knew the timing and movement of the retrieval convoy.

Know anyone indulging in a little commerce on the side, Ripper?

(SIGHS) I don't, but it's worth checking.

It sure is.

Step up.

(CHUCKLES)

Come on, Victor.

12132751306.

I never have, nor will I ever

divulge information outside of this organization to anyone.

And frankly, I'm surprised you would even test me.

I'm not testing you, Ripper.

I'm testing the machine.

And it works.

Have the others tested.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Some rich son of a bitch dies,

they save his mind in a huge computer

they called the Spiritual Switchboard.

There is nothing spiritual about that!

Sometimes I wonder if the good Lord has forsaken us all,

to be letting this kind of shit go on.

Then they transfer his mind to your body.

That's his ticket to immortality.

What do you mean? Like a... Like a brain transplant?

No, no! A mind transplant.

Electronically, your mind will be utterly annihilated.

I'm sorry. She's not here.

Julie Redlund.

Huh. Nothing?

Hmm. No listing.

Maybe she moved out of town.

Yeah.

She may have married, have a new name.

Yeah.

She could be dead.

Um, Brad Carter.

- Try that one. - (KEYBOARD CLACKING)

- He's in Sector 7. - (PENCIL SCRIBBLING)

You probably knew it as Park Slope.

(LAUGHING)

If you think this neighborhood is dangerous,

you have a surprise coming.

Now, they're probably looking for you by now, so you must go.

Now.

This place is not safe for you, or for us while you're here.

Uh, here's some food.

Keep it hidden.

- Be careful out there. - I will.

Thank you, sister.

Furlong.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.

Yeah.

He does.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

(PURRS AND KISSES)

Sir, can you please tell me where I can find 2784?

Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for 278...

(GROANS)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Hey! Hey!

(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)

(MAN AND WOMAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Brad?

(DOG BARKING)

Brad!

Brad?

(WATER TRICKLING)

(SLOSHING)

(STRAINING)

Jesus! Alex!

Son of a bitch!

- (DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS) - I knew it!

Alex! (LAUGHING)

I knew it! I always knew it! Look at you!

Just as young and healthy as the day you climbed into that car!

The bastards snatched you!

You got no idea the shit they gave me!

The insurance schmucks wouldn't pay up!

They couldn't find the body.

You had me insured?

(LAUGHS) I always have all my drivers insured.

But a fat lot of good it did with you.

I mean, I was out there looking for pieces!

A nose, a finger, anything!

Hey, man. Don't look around here. This ain't my pad.

Round here, you either hide what you got or you lose it. Now come on.

Boy, this is just remarkable.

You see, I've never seen a Freejack before.

Heard about them, sure.

That's when I first figured out

that's what probably happened to you back then.

Seen them on the 2D, sure. But touch one?

One I know? One that's alive? (LAUGHS)

Remarkable.

Hey, Alex, how do you like my antique ashtray?

Hmm. Porsche.

'67 Porsche.

(LAUGHS)

You're Alex Furlong, all right.

(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)

What's that all about?

The natives are restless.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Why do they want me, Brad?

'Cause you died, man. Spectacularly.

Incredible piece of videotape. You should see it sometime.

It's because they know exactly where and when you capped,

that you're a candidate for retrieval.

Space-time coordinates.

The shit's still raw, but they got it perfected fine.

I don't get it. Why me? Why don't they just grab somebody who's alive now?

(LAUGHS) Take a look at these people, Alex.

They've lived half their lives with no ozone layer,

sucking up mega doses of carbon monoxide,

sulfur dioxide, mercury, lead, benzene, nuclear waste.

Most of them are hooked on drugs

that weren't even around in the 20th century.

Let's face it, you're a hot property, my boy.

Brad, do you remember Julie Redlund?

Sure, I remember Julie Redlund.

What happened to her?

She lives in the city, man. Battery Park.

Safe behind the palisades of power.

She's an Exec VP at the McCandless Corporation.

Only the biggest company in the world.

They own everything, man.

Brad, I gotta reach her. I gotta see her.

Hey, buddy.

That is the truth.

You gotta reach her.

They're not going for it.

We should at least try for the mineral rights.

Although, try could kill the whole deal.

We're talking about a difference of three billion.

That's worth playing cards for.

Besides, I think they're ready to fold.

I want it taken off the table.

Now.

(MEN SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Michelette demands the mineral rights stay on the table.

(MURMURING IN JAPANESE)

(SIGHS)

Why don't they come back to the table?

(IN ENGLISH) We will sign.

The mineral rights are yours.

MAN: Mr. McCandless is waiting for your call.

Thank you.

You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Michelette.

It's a pity we don't have more like you.

Perhaps then we wouldn't have lost the trade war.

(JULIE SPEAKS JAPANESE)

(BEEPS)

WOMAN: (ON SPEAKERS) Mr. McCandless is on line 17.

Hi, Jule. How'd it go?

Fun and games. I didn't make any friends, but I made a deal.

Did we get exactly what we needed?

- And more. - Good. That's good.

- Where are you? - I'm in Sydney.

I wanted to be near the opera for when the fat lady sings.

Now, listen, Jule, something very big has come up.

The East-Pac credit deal is coming unglued.

I need you to pouch yourself to Tokyo tonight.

Do you think you can handle that?

Is this a promotion, Mac?

(LAUGHS) Well, we can discuss that when the deal is closed.

It's all set up. Andressen will brief you in-flight.

So, have a safe trip.

- When will you be back? - I'll be back tomorrow evening.

Call me if there's any problem.

Call me if there's no problem. Bye, Jule.

Bye.

Pull your hat down.

- You look too healthy. - What? I'm walking.

You're standing out, man. You got no idea the heat that's on you.

Slow down. Walk with a limp.

Think sick.

That's better.

If you look like poison, no one's gonna want to touch you.

You gotta look messed up. Like me.

WAITRESS: There you go. One Blue Plate Special.

I waited 20 minutes for this shit?

Hey, you don't want it? I'll take it back!

- Hey, sunshine. - Hey, Brad! What's up?

- What's special today? - Ha! You're looking at it.

(LAUGHS)

- Let me speak to her. - Alex, let me handle this, please.

- Brad, I gotta talk to her. - Listen, man,

these things can see you, they can hear you.

Your voice goes out of one of these lines, you're done for.

Now, trust me.

Go!

(BEEPING)

You keep looking at me, you'll see me kill you.

Hey...

Alex, what the hell are you doing with a piece on the table?

- Put that away. - He started it.

Hey, you Marmaduke-looking moron! You messing with my boy here?

Mind your own business. You'll live longer.

A limo is coming.

In five minutes, it's out of the outhouse

- and into the penthouse. - (GUN CLICKS)

You talked to Julie? Is she coming?

No, I didn't talk to Julie. Just her car.

Besides, keep it zipped, man.

The frigging word is out on you.

The hell am I swilling this puke for?

In five minutes, I'll be eating caviar.

(LAUGHING)

You?

What?

You... You said you'll be eating caviar.

Not us.

Jesus Christ, Alex. You just got here!

And already, you're acting like one of these paranoid creeps.

(SIREN WAILING)

You called them, you son of a bitch!

- You turned me in! You screwed me! - I got him! I got him!

I'm the one who called it!

- Let me go, you prick! - (GROANS)

Hey, watch it!

(GROANS)

He's my bone!

- What the fuck? - ALEX: Let go of me!

I got him! (GROANS)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(GUARDS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

GUARD: Right! Cover me!

Come on! Move, move, move!

(SIRENS WAILING)

Give us a fucking break!

(GRUNTING)

Come on. Come on, start, you mother...

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GROANING)

Watch out!

ALEX: Get out of the way! MAN: Get out of here!

(ALEX SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(ALARM BLARING)

Freejack approaching checkpoint at high...

Speed.

(MEN SHOUTING)

RIPPER: (TYPING) Victor!

What is it?

Furlong just crossed a checkpoint.

He's headed toward Sector 9.

VACENDAK: I think I know where he's going.

Don't be too long, Julie. We're running late.

- Yeah. Be back here in 20 minutes. - Okay.

Door.

- (CLATTERS) - Hi, honey.

Julie.

It's me, Alex.

Julie, wait a second.

What the hell is the matter with you?

It's Alex! Don't you remember me?

You're a liar! Let go of me!

Wait a minute. Who do you think I am?

I don't know, but you're not Alex Furlong!

You're the bastard who stole his body!

God damn it! Will you stop for one second and listen to me?

It's Alex! I can prove it! Look at me!

Look at me, God damn it!

You gave this to me in the grid, just before the race.

Don't you remember?

Julie, that was yesterday.

What's happened to us?

MAN 1: Move, move it! Move, move, move!

MAN 2: Move it! Move it!

I escaped while they were fighting.

And then you just found me?

Brad told me where you lived.

How'd you get in here?

Through the door. It was open.

Panel.

Security.

COMPUTER: Central Locking reports access by authorized personnel only.

No unauthorized access has been recorded.

You're lying.

There's no other explanation.

Your voice couldn't have authorized access.

Intruder.

Hey. Wait, wait. What'd you do that for?

Whoever you are, you've got about 30 seconds.

WOMAN: (ON PA) Attention, all tenants.

Julie. Julie, you're wrong. Don't do this to me.

WOMAN: There is an intruder in the building. Please remain calm.

All unlocked doors will be secured by Central Locking in 15 seconds.

Stay clear of the elevators.

They have been coopted by Security.

This is not a drill.

Please stay where you are until the All Clear sound.

Preset. Two. One.

(EXPLOSION)

Where's Furlong?

Yo! Is this your truck?

- Company's. - Not anymore.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Get him!

(SIRENS WAILING)

Calling in all support vehicles. I want all vehicles in on this now!

(SHRIEKS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(CALL RINGING)

Hey, Furlong. It's Vacendak.

I hate to tell you this, but you're speeding.

Where are we going?

Oh, no! I hate the dark!

Piss off!

You can't get rid of me that easily.

Where the hell are all you guys coming from?

(LAUGHING)

Mom told me never to pick up hitchhikers.

See ya!

(YELLING)

What? No applause?

Show's not over yet.

Box him in and run him down.

And be gentle. I want him without a scratch.

You should stop.

Imagine how upset we'd both be if you were hurt.

Ooh, imagine.

Come on, Vacendak. You couldn't catch a cold.

You couldn't catch the clap if you were in a whorehouse!

(LAUGHING) What?

Holy shit!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

How am I doing?

(SNIFFS) Not bad.

Furlong, the brake's the pedal on the left.

The game's over, Furlong.

Don't do it.

Don't do it!

(SIGHS)

If you drink any of that, I'm out of a job.

(SIGHS)

(ALEX COUGHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Lord, the strange things that get washed up on this dock. (LAUGHS)

I'm beat.

You think so?

Yeah.

- Pretty much. - Well, then you're beat.

A man thinks he's beat, he's beat. (LAUGHS)

You want some of this?

What is it?

River rat.

How the hell do you eat river rat?

First you got to cut off the head and the tail.

- And then you gut it. - (CRUNCHING)

And then it's all a matter of the sauce.

You don't just plop down warm rodent on a plate and say,

"Here's your river rat. What do you like, red wine or white with 'em?"

(SCOFFS) Not that there's any wine around here anyway.

Not seen any wine since the 10-year depression.

Look, if you want me to, I can whip you up one.

- This is good-eating rats. - No. (PANTING)

Man,

if it's come down to this,

what's the point?

(LAUGHING)

He riddles me!

The ancient riddle! (LAUGHS)

What's the point?

Have you ever seen an eagle flying back to its home with dinner

for the missus and all the little eagle babies?

And he's flying against the wind,

and he's flying in rain, and he's flying through bullets and all kinds of hell!

And then, right at that moment that he's about to get back to his nest,

he says, "Oh, what the fuck. It's a drag being an eagle!"

And right then, two little Xs comes across his eyes,

just like in the old-fashioned cartoons,

and he goes plunging down,

and down, and down, and down!

It's just a splatter of feathers.

And then we don't have the national bird of America no more.

Did you ever see that?

No.

(LAUGHING) Me neither.

Eagles got too much self-respect.

How's yours?

(GRUNTING)

I'm okay.

Then you, too, can fly.

You can fly. (LAUGHS)

Maybe I can.

You ain't beat yet, Furlong.

Not by a long shot.

I know Alex.

I know what he's like. I know the places he used to go, Boone,

- especially when he was upset! - (GROANS)

You're not even sure he's Alex Furlong.

(SCOFFS) Vacendak was.

And if it's not Furlong, we won't find him.

Julie, it's dangerous.

That's why you're here.

Thanks a lot.

- (COUGHING) - (WOMAN SOBBING)

(MAN RETCHING)

(MAN PLAYING JAZZ ON SAXOPHONE)

He's not here.

I don't know. Maybe it wasn't him, Boone.

It's me, all right.

Alex.

(GUN COCKS)

It's all right, Boone. I'm okay.

What are you doing here?

Slummin'?

Listen...

If I'd known it was really you, I wouldn't have turned you away.

Why not?

It seems to be the way it is around here.

Even Brad tried to cash in on me.

- Why shouldn't you get in on the action? - Listen to me.

Vacendak set us both up.

He found out my door code, opened up my place,

and led you straight into a trap.

This guy is the best there is.

So you're here to help me or what?

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

(JULIE SIGHS)

Oh, my God!

ALEX: Ten million bucks?

JULIE: That's too much.

That's way too much.

Oh, I don't know. Not really.

Alex.

You're definitely Alex Furlong.

Listen, Morgan, something's come up. I need to see you.

But, you made it pretty clear the last time we talked.

What else is there to say?

This is really important.

All right.

I've got some business at the Revolution.

You wanna see me, go there.

Okay. I'll see you there.

- You got something going with this guy? - No.

So what's the connection?

He knows a lot about people on the run.

He helps them escape.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Good evening.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

This place is on the fringe.

Keep a low profile and you'll be okay.

Come on, I'll go find Morgan.

I'll meet you at the bar.

(ALARM RINGING)

You want a drink?

Yeah, why not?

- Morgan. - Hey, Julie.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Game over. Game over.

You lose.

Please try again.

You got a name, sugar?

Yeah, it's Alex.

Well, Alex, do a working girl a favor and talk to me for the Club Channel.

How do you like it here?

I don't.

Everybody's chasing me.

Really? What is it they all want?

- My body. - Mmm, the self-absorbed type.

Do you have any idea what you got yourself involved in?

You could get yourself killed just for being with him!

It's Furlong, the Freejack!

Break this wide and patch it to the network.

You left him alone?

He's a little hot-headed, Morgan, but he's very resourceful.

What do you do, Alex?

I race cars.

I mean, I used to.

I guess I'm between jobs.

We better get him out of here, Morgan.

We got network.

We're talking live with Freejack Alex Furlong.

Alex do you know how much you're worth?

Yeah, 10 million.

Fifteen. It's gone up.

Fifteen million to anyone who can bring you in.

ALEX: Bring me in, huh?

Yeah, I know someone who's trying to bring me in.

Goes by the name of Vacendak.

Well, I got a special message for you.

Fuck you, asshole.

(ALEX LAUGHING)

Nobody's bringing me in.

REPORTER: Furlong!

Cover!

MAN: It's Freejack... REPORTER: Look out.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(CHANTING) Furlong!

This what a hangover feels like in the future?

MORGAN: I've hidden people here before, but this guy is too hot.

He can't stay any place for long.

Can't you help?

Nope. It's too big for me. Way too big.

Stop playing dumb, you know what you have to do.

Go to McCandless.

I don't want to drag Mac into this.

You don't have a choice.

You're one of his top people. He likes you.

You go to him, explain the situation. You throw yourself at his mercy.

Hi, Jule.

How's Tokyo?

I'm not in Tokyo, Mac.

Something's come up. I'm still in New York.

You're not in Tokyo?

No.

Hmm.

How long have you known Julie?

A couple years.

I haven't seen much of her lately.

Why is that?

She's busy.

She's busy wheeling and dealing.

McCandless owns her.

(SCOFFS)

I don't believe Julie could be owned by anyone.

Now, listen.

Things have changed.

There's people at the top, there's people at the bottom.

There's no one in between.

Julie's happens to be at the top.

He's a Freejack, and legally, by every standard of the law,

someone else's property.

You think that's right?

He died, Jule.

Someone paid to bring him back.

He belongs to them.

Should they not have bothered and just let him be killed?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Who's the client, Mac?

Clients are guaranteed absolute secrecy.

Although the Switchboard is a division of The McCandless Corporation...

Even I am not privy to its records.

Don't you understand?

Anyway, I've got to go now.

I'm already late for a meeting with the European President.

Um... Where are you, Jule?

I'm at a friend's.

Ah. Is he with you now?

No.

All right, I'll check into it.

Thanks.

I won't promise anything.

Legally, I can't interfere.

Look, why don't you call me in a couple of hours?

And I'll see what I can set up.

Thanks.

Thanks, Mac.

All right. Be very careful.

Bye.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Morgan's gone.

Good.

Alex, I'm a lot older now.

No.

You're beautiful.

What's the matter?

I watched you die.

So...

This Furlong paid you a visit, Sister,

and you gave him Brad Carter's address. Yes?

- Yes. - Yes.

And you haven't seen him since?

(LAUGHS) No.

No.

(GRUNTS)

(SOBBING)

Are you lying, Sister?

(GROANS) The good Lord says to turn the other cheek.

(GRUNTING)

(GIGGLING)

He never really had to deal with dickheads like you.

(GROANING)

Mac's arranged for a boat to dock

in an old recycling plant on the Lower East Side.

It's abandoned and out of the way. You shouldn't need that.

Yeah, hopefully.

I'm not coming with you, Alex.

I know.

I have a life here, Alex. I can't just walk away from it.

What about us?

"Us" was 18 years ago.

It was two days for me.

Two days, Julie.

If I'd come to you the day before your big race,

and said, "Alex, I have to leave, I want you to come with me

"and drop everything," what would you have said?

I would have said, "No."

You take care.

I don't know.

Remember the last time you gave me this...

(MONITOR BEEPING)

It's time, sir.

Yeah, I'll be right out.

Goodbye, Julie.

Well, it looks safe.

Yeah, every time I begin to feel safe, something bad happens.

(CHUCKLES) You do all right.

Hell, man, you've got your portrait up in lights all over town.

People see your face, they know you've not been caught.

(CHUCKLES) You're a hero.

Shit, Boone, I ain't no hero.

I'm just looking after my own ass.

You and I both know that.

But there's eight million desperate people living here.

And my grandmother's one of them.

As long as you keep making her happy, I'll stick with you.

- Is that it? - I guess so.

Where the hell is everybody?

You still feel safe?

VACENDAK: You're not getting on that boat, Furlong.

Vacendak!

(SCREAMS)

What the hell?

- Get them! - MAN: Come on, move it. Move, move.

Shit!

Furlong's not in there.

He's not in the car.

Then find him and kill him.

But Vacendak's here with all his bonejackers.

Then kill them, too.

Move it! Move! Move! Move.

Move! Move!

Ripper, who's using hard ammo?

Those aren't bonejackers. There's someone else in Area 3.

We're trapped.

What do you mean, "we," white man?

Just kidding.

Keep me covered.

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

BOONE: Furlong!

Furlong.

Boone!

Boone?

(GASPING)

Boone.

There's no one below.

Grab... (GROANS)

Grab some of this hardware and get out of here.

MAN: Over here.

There's more coming, and these boys don't seem to want you alive.

Boone, if I run now I'm gonna be running forever.

I gotta find out who wants me.

Go. I'll see what I can do here.

Furlong... (GRUNTS IN PAIN)

Keep my grandma smiling.

I will.

(DISTANT EXPLOSION)

(GRUNTS)

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

You boys looking for this?

MAN: No!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Freeze, or I'll grab ya!

Do it!

(GRUNTS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(STRAINING)

Uh-uh, stunners only.

He said he wants me without a scratch.

(YELLING)

Suck this, Vacendak!

Hey!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

- (YELLS) - (BEEPS)

Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?

I was aiming at you.

They were in the way.

Well, they're not now.

You're right.

Tell me who's behind all this.

Who told you I'd be here?

I'm sorry.

I can't tell you that.

Goddamn you, Vacendak!

All I'm asking for is a name!

Now, who is it?

Who's doing this to me?

McCandless.

I saved your life.

And I gave you the name you wanted.

The name of Ian McCandless.

Still...

I'd hate you to think that I don't value my life highly.

I'll give you a five-minute start.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

(COCKS GUN)

Get in, Alex!

You're driving this thing?

Come on. Hurry up! They're not far behind.

Thank God, I honestly thought you were dead.

Where'd you get this?

It's one of Vacendak's vehicles. I stole it.

Your sure your boss didn't give it to you?

What are you talking about?

McCandless's is the one who's been trying to kill me!

Your boss, Julie!

The man you've been calling! That's what I'm talking about.

Alex, that's crazy!

- Vacendak told me! - Well, then he's lying!

Well, somebody's lying.

Now, pull in there.

Call him. Get him on this thing.

I tried to get through to Mac, but he's not there.

Well, then you call the company.

You call whoever's in charge.

Miss Redlund?

ALEX: Who's that?

JULIE: Mark Michelette, Executive VP at Mac Corp.

You have someone with you?

Mr. Furlong, what an unexpected pleasure.

Listen up, whoever the hell you are.

I'm with Miss Redlund, and I'm armed.

Yes, I see that.

Try to stay calm, Julie, we'll handle this.

Tell us your demands, Mr. Furlong.

I want McCandless there and ready to talk.

Mr. McCandless is not here right now. He's expected back shortly.

If you would like to wait for him here in my office,

I'll arrange safe entry into the building.

You do that.

What's that?

I don't know.

It's a trace.

RIPPER: All right, I've got a fix on Furlong.

VACENDAK: Where's he headed?

Right to the gates of hell.

At Michelette's invitation.

(SIREN BLARING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

They're in the elevator now.

They're headed for Michelette's office.

Put down the gun.

You can drop this absurd pantomime, Furlong...

I took the liberty of watching the rest of the tape.

Most interesting.

Watch this bit.

This is good.

How touching.

A woman in love.

There's not the slightest chance you'd shoot her.

You'll be finished when McCandless gets back.

Mr. McCandless is already back. He's in the next office, Miss Redlund.

Would you like to see him?

Mac?

A virus. Strain three.

He's been dead almost three days now.

Old Mac really didn't have much time to organize all this.

His mistake was asking me to carry it out.

McCandless snatched you. He wants your body.

Needs it quite badly at this point.

The way I'd figure, he has less than an hour on the Switchboard

before his brain is irretrievable.

How do you suppose you're gonna deliver me to him?

(SCOFFS)

I have absolutely no intention of delivering you to him.

Nobody's being delivered to McCandless.

Nobody.

Time has come for a change.

I'm taking over the company.

I have nothing against either of you.

I did organize the rocket attack on the mobile unit.

I sent a few men with machine guns down to the waterfront.

But it was to stop McCandless from getting his new body.

Nothing personal.

In a very short time, McCandless's brain will be so much electronic rubbish.

I will be president of the company and you two...

(SCOFFS)

You two can do whatever takes your fancy.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Miss Redlund...

Your services are no longer required.

(LAUGHS)

They're on their way.

Kill them both.

This is too easy.

You think Michelette is just gonna let us walk out of here?

No. I don't.

MAN: Ready.

Well, is there another way out of the building?

If the lobby's clear, there's a way out the back.

Hmm, one shot.

Think I can get them all to stand in a line?

Aim.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Welcome to the McCandless lobby.

Have a nice day.

VACENDAK: Hold it.

Fire!

- Julie, you okay? You all right? - Yeah.

(GROANS)

Why the 100th floor?

There's a fire escape module at the back.

Michelette's private bodyguard.

Michelette.

Secure the whole building, floor by floor.

Find him and hold him for me.

You wanted a fucking palace revolt, Michelette?

Well, you got one!

JULIE: It's not stopping. ALEX: What the hell?

- JULIE: Shit. It's not stopping. - Damn.

Is there another way to control this thing?

No, this is it.

MAN: Cover this guy, all floors. Let's go!

VACENDAK: Two hundred...

They're headed for the Spiritual Switchboard.

Mac's got them now.

(RAPID BEEPING)

We're going to the top.

McCandless?

McCandless!

(WHIZZING)

Welcome to my mind.

You've been behind it all.

I never meant to harm anyone.

Least of all you, Jule.

You were never meant to see any of this.

It is why I wanted you to take the trip to Tokyo.

By the time you returned, all this would have been over.

I spoke to you in Australia, Mac. You were alive.

I'm sorry, Jule.

Sorry to deceive you.

Mr. Furlong, please believe me, I never meant you any harm either.

We took you out a fraction of a second before your death.

The process, however, did not shorten your natural life.

What about trying to shorten my unnatural life?

Hmm.

Didn't start out that way.

I was assured the whole thing would go very smoothly.

You were never even supposed to wake up, Mr. Furlong.

So, you see, Jule,

once the consciousness transfer had been accomplished,

a fait accompli, so to speak.

Only then would I have revealed to you my new self.

Why do it at all, Mac?

Because I love you, Jule.

I've loved you for years. From the first day I saw you.

It became painfully clear there was nothing I possessed.

No power, no wealth, no position.

Nothing that could make you feel for me what I felt for you.

But I held out hope that with enough time, somehow I could reach your heart.

But my time ran out. I became ill.

I was dying.

I'd heard you speaking of Mr. Furlong

and how much you loved him, all those years ago.

And I thought, if only I could become this man...

This man you loved so much.

If I could somehow physically become him.

Of course I was mad.

I was quite mad.

And I beg you both, please, to forgive me.

Vacendak, it's Mac. I want you to listen carefully.

I'm calling it off, the whole thing.

Everything.

Say that again.

Cease all pursuit of Alex Furlong.

Do you understand, Vacendak?

You will be paid in full, Procedure 217, as discussed.

I've tried to steal love from you, Jule.

A love I was unable to win for myself.

What is worse, I've tried to cheat life itself.

By seizing years that were not granted me.

For these crimes, I sentence myself to death.

Documents have already been prepared.

My termination on the Spiritual Switchboard

will be passed off as if the actual consciousness transfer had been made.

In other words, Mr. Furlong, you will be me.

Don't be alarmed.

A little play-acting will be required, that's all.

Julie here will help you.

I'd be you?

We could do it, Alex. We could pull it off.

You and me, together.

Stranger things have happened.

Just think of it, Mr. Furlong.

You'll have all my money and power.

Let's hope you use them more wisely than I have.

On the console in front of you, there is a sequence of numbers.

Let's get on with it.

Starting with the first number,

key through the whole sequence, then hit "delete."

(BEEPING)

The sequence is in.

Then hit "delete," Mr. Furlong.

(RAPID BEEPING)

Strange.

I'm still here.

You must have missed one.

Do it again.

You're stalling.

What kept you, Vacendak?

I've been humoring this simpleton for five minutes.

I was a bit busy.

We almost had Michelette.

- At the moment, he's still missing. - (GRUNTING)

Grab him!

(YELLS)

Let him go, Mac!

Sorry, Jule.

It's either him or me.

VACENDAK: Too bad.

I was just getting used to you.

You don't make too many friends in this business.

Who said we were friends?

Well, Vacendak?

Shall we do it?

Shall we make the switch?

Just let it happen, Mr. Furlong.

Just go with it.

ALEX: Hey, McCandless...

You don't need a new body. You need a new soul.

And you don't have a machine that will give you that.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

MCCANDLESS: Don't resist.

Computer's much more powerful.

JULIE: You can fight it, Alex. You can fight it.

WOMAN: Let go!

(SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Your mind will be utterly annihilated.

MAN: You can't help me. Nobody can help me.

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT OVERLAPPING VOICES)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

No!

Excellent shot, Miss Redlund.

You just made me head of Mac Corp. You will remind me to change the name.

Put the gun down, Vacendak.

I control the company, the city, the banks, everything.

You're no longer needed here, asshole.

McCandless is no more.

(ALEX GROANING)

ALEX: No...

Wait.

I'm McCandless.

Nice try, Mark.

But I made it.

I completed the transfer.

Don't you give me that shit!

Shoot him, Vacendak. He tried to assassinate me.

(SCOFFS) You take orders from a Freejack?

Who is he?

There were 22.762 seconds of transfer before it blew off-line.

Is he McCandless?

Damn it. Of course I am McCandless.

Could be.

We've completed transfers in that time, and we've had them take longer.

(STUTTERS) I don't know.

I think Mr. McCandless will have to identify himself.

VACENDAK: We can't get a voice print lock.

A ret scan won't work.

He is lying! You check his ID number.

You check his personal ID number.

Only McCandless would know that.

(BEEPING)

Well?

What more do you want?

Shoot him, Vacendak!

Six.

Correct.

Continue.

Nine.

Proceed.

Two.

(LAUGHING)

Seven.

Five, seven.

Five, four, six, nine, seven.

(LAUGHING)

Goddamn you, McCandless!

Mr. McCandless...

Nice to have you back.

Nice to be back.

(CHUCKLES) Remarkable.

I feel good.

Gentlemen, prepare my car.

Jule, you'll be dressed in something more appropriate

and then you will be coming with me.

I'll be driving today, Denis.

Very well, sir.

I knew if I watched you, you'd make a mistake.

McCandless can't drive.

You'll have to coach him better than that, Miss Redlund.

Alex, is that you?

Nibble my ear.

For luck.

Wait a minute, how'd you get the ID number right?

VACENDAK: He didn't.

I lied.

He wasn't even close.

MAN: Let's go. Move out.

Are we really going to do this?

Stranger things have happened.

Now, come on, buckle up.

- Let's see what this baby'll do. - (CHUCKLING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)