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(intense dramatic music)

(electronic whirring)

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music continues)

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(male speaks indistinctly)

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music continues)

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(siren wailing)

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music continues)

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music continues)

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music continues)

(static flickering and hissing)

(gentle orchestral music)

(electronic whirring)

(gentle orchestral
music continues)

(knocking at window)
- Hey, Frank!

Frank!

(knocking continues)

Frank!

- Ah, fuck, Freddy.

(window clatters)
(Frank groans)

Yeah, yeah, what's up, man?

- They're waiting for us.

- (scoffs) All right.

The stuff's in the trunk, man.

Ah, shit.
(engine rumbles)

(trunk clatters open)

(Frank mumbles)

Check messages.

(electronic whirring)
No.

Cancel, cancel, cancel.

Check messages.

Password: Aamina.

(Frank scoffs)
(electronic beeping)

Shit.

(exhales loudly) Call Aamina.

- [Freddy] Let's go!

- Cancel.

Cancel call.

- [Freddy] Don't tell me you're
taste testing the product?

- [Frank] Freddy,
it's the latest shit
from my new supplier.

You know I deal
it, I don't use it.

- Don't let Aamina catch you.

♪ Mic
- Look, you guys are

always on the edge.
♪ Dollar sign

- Just let me do the talking.
- All right, all right.

Damn.
(knocking on door)

♪ But I'll kill
(door clatters open)

- [Block] What' up, Freddy?

- [Freddy] Block, what's up?

What's up, Alpha?
- I gotta check you, man.

- Don't know this dude.

- This is Frank.

He's my boy.

He runs Aamina's outfit.

I told you he was comin'.

- [Block] Turn around.

- Show me what you brought!

Let's go.

(chest clatters open)
- We've got the Vacays,

the Daydreamers, the One-Shots.

Untraceable to the
memory originator.

Perfectly lena, baby,
like my mama's house.

- They'd better be.
(case thuds shut)

The shit you gave me last time

fucked up my girl for a week.

She couldn't even
remember her name.

- (chuckles) Well,
then you got that shit

from somewhere else,
'cause ours shit's clean.

(electronic whirring)
(Alpha snorts)

- There's no Three-Sixties.

(object clanks)
(intense dramatic music)

(case latch clatters)

Where the fuck is
the Three-Sixties?

- Hey, man, they cost extra.

You know that.

- Nah, Sketch said that
shit was in the order.

- Sketch didn't say nothin'
about Three-Sixties,

and you know that.

(intense dramatic music swells)

(gun cocks)
- Whoa!

Whoa, what the fuck, man?

- Huh?

- Whoa, bro, what's this about?

- You work for them?
- What?

- Now, who the fuck
you talking about?

Work for who?
- Synapse!

Do you work for Synapse?

- Do we look like
federal agents?

- Actually, yeah, you do,

because not all
agents wear uniforms.

- Hey, man, listen.

We're just a couple
businessmen like you.

(chuckles) Just some squirrels
trying to get a nut, baby.

You know?
(interposing voices)

- Oh, that's cute.

- Real cute.

- Except my customers are
tired of this 2-D shit!

They need Three-Sixties.

They want the full,
immersive experience.

So where the fuck are

my Three-Sixties, huh?
- We're gonna get

you Three-Sixties.

We just gotta talk,
- Yeah, you better be right.

- and we can't talk

when you got a gun-
- I can talk just fine!

Sketch said they
were in the order!

So where the fuck

are my Three-Sixties, huh?
(male speaks indistinctly)

- Shit, you guys, I'm sorry.

Just a quick timeout.
(phone rings)

(chuckles) All right,
this is my lady calling,

and she's been trying
to call me all day.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

One sec, okay?

I gotta take this.

- Frank?
- I just need

one sec (mumbles).
(electronic whirring)

Aamina, hey, baby.

Hey, I'm in the middle of

this thing with-
- Frank.

- Did your man just
call a timeout?

- [Aamina's Voice On Phone]
I have something to tell you.

- [Frank] Huh?

- No, he didn't call a timeout.

He's just going through

some stuff right now.
- What?

- Look, you're not gonna-
- I'm gonna fuckin' blast you.

- [Block] Why
wouldn't we kill you?

- [Freddy] Because
it's gonna make a mess,

and you live here,

and you don't wanna fuckin'-

- You think I don't
have fuckin' handy?

I got people coming twice
a month, motherfucker.

- Well, that shit is rough.
(Frank laughs)

- Oh, my god!

(intense dramatic music)

I'm gonna be a fuckin' dad!

I'm gonna be a fuckin' dad!

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(gun clanks)

- Congratulations, man.

- [Alpha] Hey!

- Man, the dude just found
out he's gonna be a dad.

I can't shoot him.

- Hey, you guys, this calls for
some celebration, all right?

I got this.

(intense dramatic music swells)

On the house.

(intense dramatic
music continues)

We cool?

(gun clanks)
- Mazel tov, man.

Welcome to fatherhood!

(intense dramatic
music continues)

- Bro, I'm sorry, man.

Bro-
- Sorry?

Are you kidding me?

- Oh.
- Congratulations, man!

(hands tapping)

(both laughing)

- Oh, my goodness-
- Tonight, we're gonna party.

We'll get Jackie, we get
Big, bring Aamina, my place.

Come here, come here,
come here, come here.

- All right, I love you.

- [Freddy] I love
you too, brother.

(both laughing)

(hand taps)

Hey, still gotta talk
about those Three-Sixties.

- Yeah.

(intense dramatic music)

Fuck, yeah!

(uptempo pop music)

♪ Whoa

♪ Whoa

- [Radio Commentator]
Remember what they

called it back then?

Synapse memory
replacement therapy.

Now, on any given day,

I can buy any memory
I want on the street.

Mems Tech, the same company
that gave us the technology

started this new drug epidemic!

Now, they handle the enforcement

and arrest of those
who sell it illegally.

Anyone else see a
conflict of interest here?

It's chaos out there.

Hey, Synapse, thanks,
but no thanks.

I'll keep the memories
I made myself,

and keep everyone else's out.

- All right, turn it off.
- That's my opinion.

I'd like to hear what-
(radio clicks off)

- [Nathan] So this
guy, what's his story?

- His name's Russell.

He was one of my runners.

- No, shit?

What happened?

- Got greedy.

Started making his own tech,

modifying it, putting
in his own add-ons.

- What's the problem with that?

I know plenty of
runners who modify.

- And you know a lot of runners

who frequent elementary schools?

Sell tech to kids?

(whistle trills)

You know that school shooting
that happened last year?

- Yeah.

- That was his tech.

- Motherfuck!

(footsteps pattering)

- Here's how it's gonna go down.

You and I take him together.

Do not engage him alone.

I like that.

Use that, keep that.

But you and I take him together.

All right?
- Yeah, yeah.

He's gettin' froggy.

(engine revs)

He's gettin' froggy.

(intense dramatic music)
Shit!

- [Agent 702] 313, wait!

(siren wails in the distance)
(footsteps pattering)

(horn blares)
(car door slams shut)

(footsteps pattering)

(intense electric music)

(footsteps continue pattering)

(gate clanks and rattles)

(dog barks in the distance)
(footsteps pattering)

- Stop!

(engine roars)

(intense electric
music continues)

(footsteps pattering)

(intense electric
music continues)

(footsteps clomping)
(door clatters)

(horn honks)

(intense electric
music continues)

(door clangs open)

(chair clatters)

(intense electric
music continues)

(air whooshing)
(bodies thudding)

(fists slapping)
(Nathan groaning)

(hits thudding)

(Nathan groans)
(thudding continues)

(Nathan clomps)

(foot thudding)
(Nathan groans)

(Nathan grunts painfully)
(intense dramatic tones)

(electronic whirring)
- What is the soul?

(wind whipping)

Is there a soul?

(distorted laughing)

What makes us us?

(electronic whooshing)
(intense whirring)

(gun clicks)

(intense whirring)
(Nathan groans painfully)

(intense whirring continues)
(gravel crunching)

(eerie whooshing)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(bird cawing)

(eerie suspenseful
music continues)

(siren wails in the distance)

(indistinct chattering)

(siren grows
increasingly louder)

(eerie suspenseful
music continues)

(radio announcer speaks
in a foreign language)

(tapping on glass)

(window clatters open)

I need a room.

- [Hotel Clerk] Cash only.

- Fine.

- (smacking) You okay?

- Great.

(money crunching)

(register beeping and thudding)

(register continues thudding)

(register whirs)
(thudding continues)

(money drawer clatters)

(money rustles)

(indistinct
chattering over radio)

- Room 102.

(key clanks)

There's a mini bar,

but no continental breakfast.

(key clanks)

- Got it.

(indistinct chattering
over radio continues)

(window shuffles and thuds shut)

(indistinct chattering)

(door clatters)

(plastic crinkling)

(baby cries in the background)
(indistinct chattering)

(footsteps clomping)

(indistinct
chattering continues)

(intense dramatic tones)
(electronic whirring)

(indistinct chattering)
(key jangles)

- [Voice Of Frank] Gonna
start a family, Nathan.

- Help.
(door thuds)

(intense dramatic music)
(door slams shut)

(Nathan groans)
(door clatters)

(Nathan grunts painfully)
(electronic buzzing)

(heavy breathing)

(bullets clang)

(heavy breathing continues)

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

(heavy breathing) Okay.

All right, think, think, think.

Think.

(heavy breathing) Take.

All right.
(bottle clanks)

Windows, windows.

(Nathan groans and
breathes heavily)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(Nathan groans painfully)

(eerie suspenseful
music continues)

(Nathan yells out painfully)

- [Agent 702] This ends,
we all go out together.

(intense whirring)
(Nathan groans)

- [Nathan] Okay, it's happening.

I have to go.

(Nathan grunts painfully)

(intense whirring continues)

(Nathan groans indistinctly)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(bag softly clatters)

(Nathan groans)

(eerie suspenseful
music continues)

(Nathan yells out painfully)

(electronic whirring)

(Nathan groans painfully)

(skin squelching)

(Nathan groans)

(heavy breathing)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(electronic whirring)
(Frank speaks indistinctly)

(Nathan thuds)
(intense dramatic tones)

- [TV Announcer] Come down
to the End Hotel & Casino,

where the end is
just the beginning.

(air whooshing)
(faint indistinct chattering)

- Daddy?

It's okay.

(dramatic melancholic music)

Hold me.

(intense dramatic tones)

(siren wails in the distance)

(gentle instrumental music)

(ominous dramatic music)

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(painfully groans)

(gun cocks)

- [Nathan] Hands.

Fuckin' hands.

Get your hands

above your head.
- No, I know, I know.

Fingers interlocked,
facing away.

I know.

- Yeah, I'm sure
you know the drill,

you piece of shit.
(chair thuds)

(Nathan groans painfully)

(gun clanks)

So what's a big guy like
you doing dealing to kids?

- [Agent 805] Is that
what they told you?

- [Nathan] What's this, huh?

(Nathan breathes heavily)

This...

Where'd you get this?

- [Agent 805] Oh, you know.

You know we have access to that.

(gun clanks)
- Access?

Who's "we"?

- [Agent 805] We, Synapse!

Agents!

- [Nathan] Oh, agents?

You're dealing with agents?

What agents?

- Are you kiddin' me?

Rookie.

(footsteps pattering)

(door clatters open)

- Oh, I see what you're doing.

Trying to trip me up.

Yeah, you're a

sneaky motherfucker.
- No, no, no!

You don't understand, man.

Look, I was an
agent just like you.

805.

I found out the truth.

I found out what
was really going on,

and they burned me.

You gotta let me go.

- That's good, man.

That's really fuckin' good.

You practice that all day?

That's a great fuckin' excuse!

- It's not an excuse!

Look, who you workin' with?

What, 702?

Or is Thomson runnin' this op?

- How do you know Thomson?

- Oh, I know Thomson.

SES, suppress, enforce, supply.

That's the motto, right?

Right?
- Yeah!

- Listen to me very carefully.

And second, your man's about
to come through that door,

and he's gonna take my memory,

and then he's gonna kill me.

You gotta let me go.

- I can arrest you.

I can take you in.
- No.

There is no "in"!

There's no "in"!

Nothing's changed.

The LSD, the
cocaine, the heroine,

it's all the same shit!

The American citizens
are lab rats.

The government, they make it,

they test us with it,

they enslave us with it,

and then they imprison
us for using it.

We are blind.

- Just give me-
- Look, I don't have a second!

I don't have a second!
- Give me a minute!

All right?

- You could help me.

- All right.

Here's what we're gonna do.

(bodies thud)
(intense dramatic music)

(gunshots firing)

(bullet casings clank)

(Nathan groans)

- [TV Announcer]
This is LKLA at 2.

A string of deaths

that investigators
believe to be connected

to the rampant use of mems.

We sat down with a
representative from Synapse

for a comment on the spiking
deaths among its users.

- We are asking for
additional funding

for our Enforcement Division

to pursue those who sell and
distribute mems illegally.

Synapse manufactured
mems are safe,

regulated, and protected.

We provide the public

a safe way of experiencing life

through someone else's eyes.
(packets rustling)

- [TV Announcer] Someone
else's eyes, perhaps,

but emergency services
have been reporting

increased cases of
psychological disorders,

schizophrenia, and possible
unintentional memories

being carried over
when transferring
with heavy mem users.

A term on the street
known as swapping.

- There's no evidence to
support the idea of swapping,

but this is exactly why

we are running an aggressive
advertising campaign

to educate the public,
(tape ripping)

so that they know the dangers

of buying lo-fi tech
(Nathan wincing painfully)

on the street.

You don't know what could be
laced inside unauthorized mems.

Not to mention, the
detrimental side effects

of transferring
with street addicts.

But what are we gonna do?

Stop the public from
using our product?

No.

The only place to get mems

is from a certified
Synapse distributor.

- [TV Announcer] When
pressed on the idea

that Synapse itself
may be connected

- Thank you all.
- to the illegal street trade,

the rep denied comment.

This is LKLA at 2.

(plastic rustling)

(glasses clattering)
(Nathan sighs)

(electronic whirring)
- You've got mail.

(electronic whirring continues)

- Check mail.

Password: Carter.

- [Voicemail Prompt]
Accessing inbox.

(electronic whirring continues)

- Take the end.

(scoffs) What does that mean?

What the (stammers)
fuck happened?

- [Voicemail Prompt]
You have a message.

(electronic chiming)
- Boss, look man,

I don't want you to
hear this from me,

but I feel like if
I don't tell you,

you're a fucking addict, bro.

You need to lay off that shit,

and if you don't do it
for me or for Aamina,

do it for yourself, okay?

(bullets clattering)
Don't fire me.

Hey, Juanito, stop
hitting your sister!

(electronic chiming)
- Next message.

- What's he talking about?
(gun barrel clicks)

(barrel whirls)

(gun clicks)

Ah, shit!

(electronic chiming)
Just keep reading.

(electronic chiming continues)

- [Voice Of Aamina] Hey,
I haven't heard from you,

and I just got this feeling.

Look, just please
tell me you're okay.

I'm gonna head over with Freddy.

Call me.

(electronic chiming)
- Next message.

- [Voice Of Freddy]
Frank, it's Freddy again.

Look, I know you,
and, like, you,

you like to do whatever the
fuck you wanna do, okay?

And that's fine, but
it's been a month.

And I haven't told Aamina about

the supplier you've
been meeting with,

but everyone is asking about it,

and I can only lie for so long.

Call me, you fucking asshole.

I'm worried.
(Nathan mumbles)

She won't say it,

but Aamina's worried too.

- (grunts) I'll call you.

I'll call you.

Fuck!

- [Voice Of Freddy] Hey,
we've got some Synapse agents

looking for you.

Sniffin' around.

Asking about your supplier.

Asking about Nathan Stafford.

Who the fuck is that?

(electronic static and hissing)

(intense booming)

(sunglasses clatter)

(intense dramatic music)

(plastic rustling)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(door clatters open)

(door slams shut)
- Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You've been here two days,
you only pay for one.

- Oh, cash, okay.

Here.
(money rustling)

Keep the change.

Here.
- Hey, can't leave

just yet, buddy.

A bunch of guys looking
for you earlier.

Cops, I think.

Not the ones you
want to fuck with.

Fortunately for you, I see big
wad of cash you pulled out.

What do you say we go halfsies,

and I forget I ever see you?

- All right, here, here.

There you go.

These guys, where'd they go?

- Listen, I'd tell you,

but it's going to cost extra.
(money thuds)

(intense dramatic music)

Back up!

- Hold.

Don't shoot.

- Please, don't kill me!
- Shh.

- You can keep the money!
- Shut up!

Give me the money.

Tell your friend to back up.

Same for him.

You, weapon on the floor.

Same for your buddy back there.

Tell him to back up!

- We just wanna take
you in, that's all.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Right.

Relax, Nathan.

- My name is Frank.

- Is it?

(hotel clerk exhales loudly)

(intense dramatic music)

(gunshots firing)

(door slams shut)

(door thudding)

(Agent 702 groans)

(door continues thudding)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(door thuds)

(hands shuffling)
(Nathan groans)

(gun clomps)

(Nathan groans)
(fist thudding)

(door thuds)

(fist thudding)
(Nathan groans)

(Nathan grunts intensely)

(Nathan thumps and groans)

(head thuds)
(Nathan groans)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

- Baby.

Baby, your gun.

Get your gun.

Kill him, kill him.

(Nathan groans)
(foot stomps)

(elbow thuds)
(Agent 212 groans)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(gunshots firing)

(Agent 212 clomps)

- 212?

Agent 212?

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(feet shuffling)

(gunshots firing)

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(siren wails in the distance)

(horn honks)

(intense dramatic music)
(footsteps pattering)

(door clatters open)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(door creaks open)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(gunshots firing)

(bullets zinging)

(gunshots continue firing)

Shit!

(footsteps pattering)

He's heading across the catwalk,

south side of the
roof of the hotel.

917's in pursuit.

I'm backing.

(intense dramatic music)

(footsteps pattering)

(gunshots firing)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(gunshots continue firing)
(bullets zinging)

(stairs clatter)

(gunshots firing)

(Nathan groans)

(bullets zinging)

(gunshots continue firing)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

212's down.

I need a bag and tag.
(electronic chiming)

- Did I hear this right?

Already you're fucking this op?

I need what's inside his head,
you barbarian piece of shit,

so stop shooting at it.
(elevator dings)

917, wait for 702,

(elevator door clatters)
and then pursue together.

We're losing time.

We will wipe any and
all surveillance footage

in the surrounding area.

- You, you cop or fed, right?
- There is no bag and tag

on this op.

It's just you, 702.

Ghost him and then pursue.

Bring Nathan in.
(hotel clerk sighs)

(electronic beeping)
- Copy.

They could come back.

Don't look!

Do you know how to use a gun?

(sighs) Here.

(intense dramatic music)
(gunshot firing)

(bullet casing clangs)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(horns blaring)
(gate clanks)

- [Voice Of Freddy]
Frank, it's Freddy.

Are you there?
(electronic whirring)

Where are you right now?

(sirens wailing)
- I don't know

where I am.
- Be brief on the call.

Don't wanna get tracked.

There's an old pit at
the end of the block.

You can find cover, and
we'll call you back.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- [Agent 702] Seven,
what's your 20?

Maintain pursuit.

Set up a perimeter
when they stop.

Do not engage without
my direct order.

(car door clatters opens)

(seat creaks)

(car door slams shut)

(engine turns over)
(tires squealing)

(electronic whirring)

(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)

(gate clanks)

(engine roars)
(tires squealing)

(footsteps pattering)

(car door clatters opens)

(seat creaks)

(car door slams shut)

(engine revs)
(tires squealing)

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(electronic chiming)
- Freddy?

Freddy?
- Frank?

Where are you going right now?

Just tell me.
- I don't fuckin' know.

- [Voice Of Freddy]
Tell me what you see

right in front of you.
- There's a parking garage.

There's a parking garage.

Meet me at the top of
the parking garage.

- [Voice Of Freddy]
Where you at right now?

- I don't know!

Tell me where to go.
- Do you wanna talk to Aamina?

- Yes, yes!
- Frank.

- Aamina.

Aamina, baby, talk to me.
- Meet us at the top

of the stairs

- Okay.
- in the south parking garage,

and take the alley.
- Top of the stairs,

down the alley.

- [Aamina's Voice On
Phone] They're trying to

hack your location-
(intense static hissing)

- Yeah.
- Take the main streets.

(intense static
hissing continues)

- [Mrs. Stafford]
I love you, Nathan.

(intense dramatic music)

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(groans painfully)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

- [Voice Of Aamina] Frank?

Frank?

- (mumbles) Through the
door, top of the stairs,

parking garage.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, top of the
stairs, parking garage.

Top of the stairs, parking.

(object creaks)
Oh, fuck.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)

(gun cocks)

(car engine roars)

- [Voice Of Aamina]
South, one block.

Keep moving.

(tires squealing)

- [Agent 917] He's right there.

(tires squealing)
(engine roars)

(tires screeching)
(suspenseful dramatic music)

(car engine revs)

Go, go, go, go, go!

(car engine roars)
(tires squealing)

(uptempo dramatic music)

(car engine continues roaring)

(tires squealing)

(footsteps pattering)

(Nathan thuds)

(uptempo dramatic
music continues)

(footsteps pattering)

(tires squealing)

- [Voice Of Tech]
We're breaking through

the encryption on his glasses.

We'll find him in a second.

- Copy.

(tires squealing)

(footsteps pattering)
(ominous dramatic music)

(engine revs)

(ominous dramatic
music continues)

- [Voice Of Tech]
He's moving through

the lower east garage.

(engine rumbles)

(footsteps pattering)

(feet skidding)

- Aw.

Look, look, wait.

(guns shots firing)

(bullet zings)
(bullet casing clanks)

(engine softly roars)

- Just give up.
- Just give up!

(bullets clattering)

- It's over, Nathan.

- [Agent 917] It's over, Nathan!

- My name is Frank!

- [Agent 917] Really?

- What's your last name?
- Name?

Address?

It's tough to
remember, isn't it?

(gunshots firing)

(gun clicks)

(gunshots firing)
(Agent 917 gasps)

(gunshots continue firing)

- Stafford!

Frank Stafford!

- [Agent 917] (imitates
buzzer) Wrong!

- Shit, fuck!

- [Agent 917] What
you're experiencing

is called-
- Called bleed-over, Nathan.

Where two different memories-
(tires squealing)

- [Agent 917] Two personalities,

they cannibalize each other.

- [Agent 702] Keep him engaged.

You go right.

I'll go left.

- Whatever You're trying to
pin on me is not gonna work!

- [Agent 917] Just turn
yourself in, Nathan.

We're only trying to help.

- Oh, you got a real fuckin'
(gunshots firing)

funny way of tryin' to help.
(gunshots continue firing)

- [Agent 917] Think
about your wife!

(gunshots firing)

(footsteps pattering)

(tires squealing)

(engine roars)
(suspenseful dramatic music)

- [Voice Of Tech] Tracking
him through the garage.

He's headed to the stairs.

(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)

(Nathan groans)
(door creaks shut)

(heavy breathing) Okay.

Oh, god.

Okay.

(heavy breathing
continues) Where am I?

(gun cocks)
(intense dramatic music)

Oh, jeez!

Come on, man.

Come on, man.

(gun clanks)
Oh, good.

- I hate runnin'!
- What?

(Nathan groans painfully)

(elbow thuds)
(Nathan groans)

(sunglasses clatter)
- All right, Frank,

stay where you are.

We're almost to you.

(engine roars)

(Agent 917 grunts)
(Nathan thuds)

(tires squealing)

(car door clatters open)
(door alarm chimes)

- They're not even gonna

give you a trial, Nathan.
(car door slams shut)

A trial's too good for you.
(Nathan groans)

They're just gonna suck out
what they need and dump you.

(fist thuds)
(Agent 917 groans)

(both grunting and groaning)

(gun holster rustles)

(both grunting and groaning)

(intense dramatic music)
- Come on.

(knee thuds)
(Agent 917 groans)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(taser buzzing)
(Nathan thuds)

(Agent 917 groans painfully)
(gun clanks)

(Nathan groans)
- Get up.

- What?

(Nathan mumbles)
(feet clomping)

Come on, man.

(hood thuds)
(Nathan groans)

(Nathan grunts)

I'm okay.

(hood thuds)
(Nathan groans)

- [Agent 917]
Nathan's in custody.

- What the hell happened?

(brick clanks)
(Nathan wincing painfully)

Cuff, then search, jackass.
(Nathan groans)

- [Agent 917] Told you,
we should've put a bullet

in his ass when
this shit started!

- [Agent 702] Well, we can't.

Not yet.
(handcuffs clatter)

Is that all right with you?

- [Nathan] Oh, my god
(groans painfully).

(hood thuds)
(Nathan cries out painfully)

What?

Come on.

- What are you carrying
around this for, huh?

- Man, I don't fuckin' know.

- No?
- (breathes heavily) No.

- [Agent 702] No?

(fist thuds)
(Nathan groans)

(Agent 702 grunts)
- Ow.

(hood thuds)

(Nathan groans painfully)

- No?
- No.

- Someone like you has a
reason for everything, Nathan.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Why are you carrying this?
- I don't know.

I found it in my pocket
this morning when I woke up.

I don't know.

(Nathan breathes heavily)

No, come on.

(hood thuds)
(Nathan groans)

- I would love
nothing more, Nathan.

I really would.

You're a real piece of shit.
(Nathan groans)

Yeah, I know somewhere in there
is a memory of what you did.

(Nathan grunts)

Can't have you runnin'
around with that.

- I didn't do anything.

- Oh, but you did, Nathan.

You did.

(Aamina yells out and laughs)

- [Agent 917] What was that?

- As much as I'd love-
- Oh, my god!

My car!

- As much as I
- I'll take care of it, okay?

- wanna see you bleed.

- [Freddy] It's okay, baby.

I'm gonna take care of this.

Gentlemen, please?

(Nathan grunts)
- There are powers

that need you alive just
a little while longer.

- What's going on, huh?
- But don't worry,

it's just a little while.
(Nathan groans)

- [Freddy] I don't know
what's going on here,

a lover's quarrel or whatever.

It's not my business.

But that's our car.

- You're dentin' my car!
- Please, don't do this-

- You're dentin' my car!

Are you gonna-
- Don't do this right now.

Your orcito will take care-
- We're Synapse agents.

- Oh, so you're gonna
pay for this then?

- Sir, I think it's only fair

that we are compensated
for the damages to the car.

- Ma'am, you need to back up.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh,
don't tell me what to do.

Boy, you tellin' me what to do?

You're tellin' me what to do ?
- Back up.

- Synapse agents!

Where is your uniform?
- Ma'am, I said, "Back up".

(gun clanks)

- Don't fuckin' touch me.

(gun cocks)

(intense dramatic music)

(gun cocks)

Keep reachin' if you wanna die.

Freddy, gun and keys.

- [Freddy] Hey, (slaps)
hold that for me.

(intense dramatic
music continues)

- [Nathan] He's got a vial.

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(Nathan groans and thuds)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, just give me a second.

- [Freddy] Mama.

(melancholic instrumental music)

(dark dramatic music)
- You have no idea

the pile of shit
you just stepped in.

(Nathan breathes heavily)

- Frank, where
did we first meet,

and what did you ask me?

- What?

- [Aamina] Answer the question.

- I don't...

I don't know.

- Freddy, keep your
gun on these two.

(gun holster rustles)

I need you to
answer the question.

- [Agent 702] You're screwed.

And in about 10 minutes,

dozens of operatives are gonna
converge on this location

with a kill order on you

and your little bitch
buddy over here.

- Can I just smack
the shit outta him?

- Now, Frank.

(gentle orchestral music)

- The staircase?

(gentle orchestral
music continues)

- [Aamina] And what did you say?

- [Frank] Excuse me.

What's a guy like me

gotta do to run away with-

- A girl like you?

(dark dramatic music)
(Nathan groans)

- Turn around.

Kneel down, hands
behind your head.

Let's go.

- Do it.

(dark dramatic music continues)

- Freddy, get the car.

(footsteps descending)

- Whatever you were
hoping to get, forget it.

His mind's fucked.

Complete bleed-over.
(engine revs)

You have no idea who
this guy really is,

(engine revs)
what he's capable of.

(tires squealing)

If you get in that car,
I can't protect you.

(dark dramatic music)

(car door slams shut)

(dark dramatic music continues)

(car door slams shut)

(dark dramatic music continues)

Isn't who you
thought he was, huh?

(dark dramatic music continues)

- Where's Frank?

- Aamina, let's go.

- Aamina?

Big time dealer.

Oh, you're fucked now, sweetie.

- What did you do to him?

- All that's left of Frank

is bleedin' all over
your back seat there.

- [Aamina] Where is he?

- Why don't you ask him,

that guy you got there?

Oh, shooting a Synapse agent,

well, that's one
way to get noticed.

(gun clanks)
(gunshot firing)

(bullet casing clangs)
(Agent 702 groans painfully)

- Let's go!

(Agent 702 continues groaning)

- Next time, it'll
be in his head.

(Agent 702 continues groaning)

(dark dramatic music)

(car door slams shut)

(car engine revs)
(tires squealing)

(Agent 702 groans)
(hand slaps)

- Get off me!

On comm.
(electronic beeping)

(breathes heavily)
Nathan's been taken.

New priority target, Aamina.

Need back up.

- This is better for us.

We have satellite
surveillance on the vehicle.

702, get mobile.

We're going to wait
until they stop.

They're gonna bring us
directly to the Hive.

(Agent 702 groans painfully)
Law enforcement

is en route to you.

We cannot afford
to involve them.

(electronic whirring)

- [Agent 702] Go get the car.

- This bullshit's gone too far.

We should've just popped him
and dealt with what happens.

- [Agent 702] Right.

When they're all over us?

You wanna take that risk?

- You shouldn't have let
him go in the first place.

- Go get the car.

(Agent 702 groans painfully)

(dark dramatic music)

(car engine roars)

- [Freddy] I don't think
they're following us.

(tires squealing)
- A tail doesn't matter.

Guaranteed they got eyes on us.

- All right, we need to
get to The End Casino.

(gun clatters)

Whoa, whoa, Aamina,
what the hell?

- Don't say my name.

What happened to Frank?

- Just put that thing
away, all right?

- Who are you?

- It's me, babe!

- What's the last
thing you remember?

- I don't know.

It's a little foggy.

I was at the club.

You were there.
(horn honks)

Just listen to me.

(gun cocks)
- Guys, relax.

- What the fuck
is wrong with you?

- You tell me what
happened to him.

You tell me what
happened to Frank,

or I will kill you.

(engine roars)

- Stop it.

Stop pointin' that
fuckin' gun at me.

(gun clanks)
(uptempo dramatic music)

(tires squealing)
- Shit!

(engine rumbles)
(tires screeching)

(gun clanks)

(car door clatters open)
- Ah, fuck!

- [Freddy] Frank?

(car door slams shut)

- Give me a second.
- Calm down.

- [Nathan] Oh, my god.

- Frank?
- What?

(Nathan groans)

Just give me a second.

All right, Aamina,
start talking,

because I don't understand.

(breathes shakily) What?

Oh, no.

(eerie dramatic tones)
(Nathan gasps)

Oh, no.

No, guys.

Oh, my god.

- [Freddy] Frank.

Calm down.

Listen.

We'll get you to the club.

We get you to the Hive,
we can make this right.

Aamina, what did you do?
- Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.
- Frank.

Frankie!
- Shut up.

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up.
- Hey.

(Nathan breathes heavily)

- [Nathan] Stop talking.

Stop.

Shut the fuck up!

(Nathan groans and
breathes heavily)

(intense dramatic music)
(electronic whirring)

- Frank?

Frankie?

Listen, I know it's
you upstairs, buddy.

Hey.

(Nathan yells)
Easy!

Easy!
(gun clanks)

Frank, easy.
(gun clicks)

Take it easy!

- I want answers.
- We'll figure this out.

- In my head, I am Frank,

so somebody better tell me
what the fuck is going on!

- We don't know.

- You don't know?

Okay, I've done Snippet
Mems, whole Vacays.

Oh, god.

Three-Sixties, okay, sure,
I've done them, all right?

But a whole swap?

That shit isn't even
supposed to be possible.

- The government's been

messing around with
full swaps for years,

not just memories, but
personalities, everything.

- Man, I was at the
club last night.

You were there.

We were drinking.

We were havin' fun.
- You haven't...

Frank, you haven't been
to the club in a month.

(Nathan breathes heavily)

- Okay, I know everybody
wants what's in here.

So how 'bout this?

- Frank, put the gun down.
- Back up.

Back the fuck up!

- Put the fucking gun down!
- Get back!

I'll do it, I'll do it.

- Fuck is it you're doing?
- I'll do it.

I'll fuckin' do it right here.
- Easy.

Take it easy!

- I swear, back off!
- All right, okay!

Put the fucking gun down!

- Aamina, do you remember?

Do you remember the last
time you saw me like this?

Because I do.

Aamina, babe, please.

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(gentle orchestral music)

(gun cocks)

Do you remember that noise?

Do you remember?

Are you gonna let
me do it this time?

Because if you let me,

if you let me, I'll do it.
- Yeah, I remember.

I remember, all right?

Just...

I see you in there.

Just put the gun down.

- I'm not doing anything
until I get answers.

Who were those guys?

- Synapse agents.

Memory goons.

It's the government's pharmacy.

It's their security.

- What do they want with me?

- All I know, is you were
gonna meet with our supplier.

- Wait, is that whose body
I'm runnin' around in?

- We don't know,
but we can find out.

We hook you up at the Hive.

- Oh, right, hook me up.

Hook me up so I can fuck
up my head some more?

No!

- It doesn't matter whose
body he's running around in,

that's Frank!

It's Frank upstairs.

Just tell me what you remember.

- I remember (groans) some...

A woman.

I remember a woman and a kid.

God, their faces are erased.

They're just fragmented pieces,

but I keep seeing them here now.

- If it's fragmented pieces,
it's probably a recent memory.

That's a symptom
of a bleed-over.

- Oh, god, I think...

I think they may be dead.

Wait, okay, okay.

When I woke up...

When I woke up, I had this
in my pocket, this vial.

It's got my writing on it, see?

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- His Reboot.

- What is that?

- Stimulates the deep
memory centers of the brain.

It opens up your mind

to recall the last memories
of the transfer body.

Fuck did you get that, Frank?

- Take it, the End
Casino, no, no.

No, we're identifying your body

at the the Hive.
- All right, no.

No, no, no.

We're going to the End
Casino, and I am taking that.

- Experiments that were
done with this shit,

it didn't go well.

All Right, people ended up
institutionalized or worse.

Come on, Frank,

you're not gonna-
- Oh, oh,

so now I'm Frank?

We're going to the End
Casino, and I am taking that.

You got two options, Aamina.

Give it!

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(car door slams shut)

(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)

(electronic whirring)

(agent thuds)
(bullet casing clanks)

(Agent 801 coughs)

- What'd you do?

(gun clanks)

(Agent 801 coughs)
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey.
(continues coughing)

- You know-

(Agent 801 coughs)
- What?

(Agent 801 groans)

- You know I'm
telling the truth.

(dark somber music)

(ominous dramatic music)

- Why didn't you call me?

- I came in here, man.

He got the drop on me.

He got my gun.

- [Agent 702] No,
he got your gun

after I came into the room.

What'd he say to you?

- What?

He's dead!

He's not saying anything!

(ominous dramatic
music continues)

- [Voice Of Thomson] 702,
this is out of control.

You need a containment.

- [Agent 702] That's
the last thing I need.

I got it under control.

- You think this is control?

A bunch of dead
agents in a hotel?

I am sending the containment
group into your area.

This conversation is done.

(car engine roars)

(siren wails in the distance)

(car engine roars)

(tires crunching)

(engine rumbles)

(car doors slam shut)
(horn honks in the distance)

(truck engine roars)

(faint indistinct chattering)

- [Nathan] Freddy, get the door.

- You just assume I
know how to pick a lock?

- No, because I know
you keep your pick case

in your back pocket.

Get it.

(horn honks in the background)

(lock clatters)

(door clangs and thuds)
- We're in.

(door clatters)

(footsteps clomping)
(intense dramatic tones)

(footsteps continue clomping)

Homicide closed this
place down a week ago.

Probably a maintenance worker.

(footsteps clomping)

(child eerily laughing)

(intense dramatic music)

- What are you seein'?

- Who I really am.

(gun clanks)

(footsteps pattering)

(door clatters open)

(eerie suspenseful music)

- [Disembodied Voice] Help Me!

- Hey, Frank!
(footsteps clomping)

Frank, where you goin'?

(eerie suspenseful
music continues)

- [Mrs. Stafford] Come on, Sam.

(eerie suspenseful
music continues)

(Nathan breathes heavily)

- [Aamina] What are you seein'?

(Nathan continues
breathing heavily)

- A crime scene.

(footsteps pattering)

- What's in there?

- Nothing good.

- We don't need this.

Those agents are
probably right behind us.

We need to go.

You wanna know what's in there,

but you don't have to do this.

We get you back,

and we get you home.

(eerie suspenseful
music continues)

(smooching)

(tape clatters)

(door thuds open)
(Nathan grunts)

(door clangs)

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(dark ominous music)

- [Nathan] Freddy,
did I do this?

- No.

Frank would never do this.

- Not Frank, this.

(dark ominous music continues)

- [Freddy] Aamina.

Over here.

(dark ominous music continues)

(Nathan breathes shakily)

- Frank.

What happened here?

Is this the woman you're seeing?

- I don't know.

It stopped.

- What do you mean, it stopped?

- I'm not seeing anything.

I'm not hearing anything.

It stopped.

- A woman was killed in
there, a child in here,

but I don't see a man.

So where is Frank, Frank?
- I don't know.

- No, what happened?

What happened to him?

What happened to you?
- I don't know.

I don't know!
- Well, you have

to remember!
- Just met me think!

- [Freddy] Hey!

Let's just take it easy, okay?

- What are we doing?
- You're pushing him.

We can't push him.

We don't know who that is.

And 20 minutes ago, you
had a gun to his head,

and now you want-
- Don't talk to me

about this, okay?

I know what you read.

I know what you've studied.

- It's Frank,

but he's sitting in somebody
else's body right now.

We can't be sure
who that guy is.

- [Aamina] Don't you think
I noticed 20 minutes ago

I didn't think he was Frank?

But now, I know, and
you have to trust me.

I know.

- Okay, all right.
- Okay?

- But I'm worried
about the here and now,

and you're pissin' this guy off,

whoever the hell he is.

We got agents coming any second.

(melancholic orchestral music)
(intense whirring)

There's two dead bodies here.

(intense dramatic tones)

(Aamina whispers indistinctly)

(melancholic orchestral
music continues)

- But you have no idea how
deep this shit goes, okay?

(Aamina and Freddy
conversate indistinctly)

(intense dramatic tones)
(electronic whirring)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- [Freddy] (speaks
indistinctly) But I didn't ask

for this situation, so
I'm trying to help you.

Don't jump down my throat.

- [Aamina] Don't play
the martyr, okay?

(indistinct chattering)

- [Freddy] Well and (stammers)
get dragged into this.

(Aamina and Freddy
conversate indistinctly)

- [Aamina] We don't
have time for this.

- [Freddy] Who the hell's
on that bed right there.

- No, I understand, okay?

I understand.

Believe me, I understand.

(melancholic orchestral
music continues)

- Daddy?

(melancholic orchestral
music continues)

- No.

- Who are you?

- I don't know.

- [Sam] Is this the end?

- Yes, the beginning of it.

(melancholic orchestral
music continues)

(liquid dripping)

(intense whirring)
(liquid sloshing)

(intense whirring continues)
- Frank, Frank!

What are you doing?

Open you eyes!

Frank!
- Frank!

- [Freddy] Frank!

(intense dramatic music)
(electronic whirring)

(wind whistling)
(gentle orchestral music)

- [Agent 702] So we clear?

- Yeah.

- Give him the money,
give him the tech,

but you need his
access, all right?

Everyone he's been dealin' to.

- I mean, it sounds like a
pretty sweet deal for him.

- Here's your first mark.

Frank McDavitt.

(footsteps approaching)

- Bang, bang.

What's up, man?

Frank.

(hands slap)

- You gonna give me access?

- Yeah.

You gonna pay me?

- This is about more than money.

- Money and mems, man.

- Give him the Three-Sixties.

If it takes, we can
start moving swaps,

and get the big
money, all right?

- You know, I don't want the
little snippets, all right?

I want the whole
nine yards, man.

I'm want the Three-Sixties,

you know, the trips to Fiji.

You know, lay on
me the good mems.

(case cover clatters)

- Somethin' like that?

- Yeah, should work.

- Access.

- [Frank] Cool.

(footsteps departing)

(intense whirring)

- I love you, Nathan.

(intense whirring)

- You know, I always wondered
if the baby can hear me,

or us, you know,
like when I sing?

I wonder if the baby likes it.

- [Aamina] I like it.

- Yeah?

(Frank laughs)

Well, that makes one of you.

- [Aamina] You can tell.

He sits really
still when you sing.

- He, huh?

(indistinct chattering)

- [Nathan] Where the
hell have you been?

- [Frank] Man, I haven't
been trying to avoid you.

I'm sorry.

- [Nathan] Dude, if
you're gonna be my runner,

I need you to be-
- I'm gonna be a dad.

So we're sure it's a he?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

- Babe.

No fuckin' way!
(Aamina laughs)

Are you shitting me?

Oh, my god!

It's a boy!

What...

When the fuck did you get-
- Babe, babe.

- Oh, my god, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh my...

I just can't believe it.

I'm gonna be a fuckin' dad.

I mean, no sob story
here, or anything,

but my dad was never around
when I was a kid, you know?

So being a dad is not exactly

likely to come so natural to me.

- Yeah.

There's nothin' to it.

If it's any
constellation, I'm a dad.

You know I really
appreciate this job, man.

My family really needs money.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey!

No.

Where you goin' with that?

Don't ever talk
about your family.

What do you think is
gonna happen to you

if you go out there

and they find out you're
a family man, huh?

What do you think
they're gonna do to you?

They will cut your throat and
leave you in a ditch to die.

(intense dramatic music)
(bottles clanking)

- You need to provide
for your family,

and I understand the stress,

so if you're gonna be my
runner, I need you on point.

So I can't have you like this.

- Yeah, I-
- Why don't...

Why don't you...

Why don't you do
one of the Vacays?

On the house.

My present to you.

- Serious?
- Yeah.

- (scoffs) Man, I
deal that stuff, man.

I don't do it, all right?

I mean, have you ever taken one?

- Yeah, I've done 'em.

(electronic whirring)
(dark ominous music)

- [Aamina] Frank.

Baby, let's go.
- Ah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

(somber instrumental music)

- We can't deal
this shit anymore.

We got Internal Affairs sniffin'
around all over the place.

It's too hot.

My boy needs his dad.

- We keep going.

That's what we agreed to.

- Watch it.

- Or what?

- Hey, fuck you!

- He's right.
- What?

- He's right, it's too hot.

We do one more big deal,
one last big payday,

tie up loose ends, we
all go out together.

- It's fine.

- You look like shit.

- I got this under control.

All right, I got this!

- You got this?
- I got this.

- You got this!

Look at you.

Look like a fuckin' Colombian
drug lord from fuckin' Miami.

(Frank groans)

- Tie up loose ends,
we all go out together.

- Loose ends?

- Our runners, we pop 'em.

Can't have a bunch of mem heads

runnin' around with our info.

- You think I don't notice this?

You're wearing the sunglasses,
hidin' your symptomology.

Your temples look like shit.

You got the shakes.

You got the itches.

Yeah, keep goin'.

You'll end up with
fuckin' Alzheimer's.

- You need to think
about your family,

what's good for them.

- What the fuck did
you just say to me?

- You heard me.

- Hey, I will fuckin' kill you

you bring up my family again.

You understand me?

- Relax.

917, relax.

- [Agent 917] You sidin'
with this muthafucka now?

(intense dramatic music)

- [Nathan] Lay off the shit!

- Hey, fuck you, Nathan!

(electronic whirring)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

- Yeah, he's one of us.

- So it's possible that he
might have been seen again.

He thought he was right.

Maybe, he's crazy.

But this time, and
this time only,

he would not be afraid.

The end.

(knocking at door)

- [Frank] Yeah?

Yeah.

Come in, come in.

- [Freddy] Frank!

(gentle ethereal music)
- No, Frank!

- You know I got hooked?

Yeah, I don't blame
you or anything.

You know, I mean, shit,
you told me to stop.

You know, you wanted
me to get clean.

I mean, how was I
supposed to know, right?

I mean, that I would get hooked?

(chuckles) Oh, shit.

I just grabbed the keys, man.

You know, she likes
to take a drive,

and it calms down the baby.

Beautiful baby boy.

(dark ominous music)

(Frank sniffs)

You know, I'm gonna start a
family, Nathan (voice echoes).

- [Nathan] Baby,
just listen to me.

Grab Sam, get his stuff,

meet me over at the End Casino.

I'm gonna meet you there.

Room 307, okay?

- The code to crash
the Synapse system

is 1-9 (electronic
whirring) 7-9, 0-7.

(chimes clank)

(dark ominous music)
(Nathan gasps)

(Nathan softly sobs)

(heavy breathing)

(dark ominous music continues)

Frank.

Frank!
- Frank.

Frank.

Frank, Frank.

Frank.
- Frank, Frank.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Frank, Frank!

- [Nathan] Frank
killed my family.

- [Aamina] Frank.

Frank?

Frank.

Frank.

(intense dramatic music)
- I saw it.

(mumbles softly) All right.

(Nathan breathes heavily)

I saw the whole thing.

The agent that's
chasing me, Nathan.

Nathan had a family.

Oh, my god, I think
I killed them.

- That's impossible.

You wouldn't do that.

- Hang on.

Hang on.

How did he end up with your...

No, no, this is all wrong.

- All right.

All right, All right.

We just gotta get
you back to the Hive,

because that Reboot you took
is starting to take effect,

and your memory's
gonna destroy itself.

- What?

- Two memories can't co-exist.

Now, we have to suppress
one or the other.

- I don't understand

what you're talkin' about.

- You can't permanently
erase memory.

That's what the
government found out.

You can bury it, disrupt it,

but it's still there,
just underneath.

So that shit you took

is resurrecting
whoever you were,

whoever's body you're in.

- Why don't we
just let 'em loose,

and let 'em slug it
out, see who wins?

- [Aamina] 'Cause nobody wins.

You just get bleed-over.

You won't know which way is up.

It'll be like
accelerated Alzheimer's.

- You'll die, Frank.

- We can still fix this.
- All right.

All right, all right.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

There's something else.

This memory to code.

I have the code.

I have the access code.

I have the access code to
crash the Synapse system.

- What is it?

- It's not a memory I can see.

It's a code.

The memory's the code.

I need access to crash it.

I need access.

- [Freddy] Access, we got.

We just have to get you-
(Nathan groans)

(Aamina gasps)
(Nathan thuds)

Holy shit!

No wonder they want you.

This is a good thing.

We just need to get
you to the Hive.

- Bring 'em down.
- Get the vial.

Get the vial.

- All right, I'll grab the car,

and-
(skin squelching)

(intense dramatic music)

(gun holster rustles)

(gunshots firing)

(bullets zinging)

(bullet casing clanks)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(gunshots firing)

- Frank, can you shoot?

(gunshots firing)

(agent groans)
(glass shatters)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(gunshots firing)

(gunshot firing)
(bullet casing clanks)

(gun clicks)

(Freddy moans painfully)

You stay with him, okay?

We need to get to the car.

I'm gonna go clear the hall.

(intense dramatic music)

(gun clanks)

- You're gonna be

all right, okay?
- Fuck.

(Freddy moans painfully)
(gun cocks)

He was a good man.

- I'm almost out of ammo.

- Listen to me.

(breathes shakily) He was
a good man, Frank was.

- [Nathan] What?

- He wouldn't have done
that shit you said he did.

He always took care of me.

Every job, he gave
me half of it.

He didn't have to do that.

He did it for me, and took
care of me and my kids.

- I don't remember that.

(gun clip clanks)

- You were gonna marry Aamina.

You remember that?

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(door thuds open)

(arms shuffling)

(Aamina thuds)

- [Nathan] Let's talk about
this shit later, okay?

- [Freddy] I can't.

- Yes, you can.

Come on, get up.
- I can't.

I can't!
- Get up!

Come on.

- I can't feel my legs.

(footsteps pattering)
(Aamina thuds)

(hits thudding)

Frank, (breathes shakily)
whoever the fuck you are,

take care of my kids.

Please.

(intense dramatic music)
- All right.

Yeah.

(hits thudding)
(Aamina groans)

(both grunting and groaning)

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- [Freddy] Thanks, man.

(suspenseful dramatic
music swells)

(uptempo dark music)

(both grunting and groaning)

(skin squelching)
(agent groans)

(bones crunching)
(agent thuds)

(uptempo dark music continues)

(Aamina breathes heavily)

(agent thuds)

(footsteps clomp)

(Aamina continues
breathing heavily)

(uptempo dark music continues)

- Where's Freddy?

(feet shuffling)

- Aamina, Aamina!

He's gone.

(uptempo dark music continues)

(door clatters open
and slams shut)

(footsteps pattering)

(uptempo dark music continues)

(intense whooshing)

(Nathan yells out painfully)

- [Aamina] Hey, hey!

Stay with me.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

All right.
- All right.

- Come on.
(Nathan moans)

Okay.

(Nathan groans)

(gunshots firing)

(agent groans and thuds)
(bullet casing clanks)

(footsteps clomping)

(gun clip clicks)
- 808, 702,

(elevator dings)
I'm coming to the stairwell.

Emerge from the front.

(Freddy groans)
(suspenseful dramatic music)

(gunshots firing)

(skin squelching)
(agent groans and thuds)

- Yeah.
(gun clip clanks)

(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)

- [Agent 702] Drop it!

(gun clip clicks)
(gun clanks)

(suspenseful dramatic
music continues)

(door clatters open)
(Nathan groans)

(door slams shut)

- 702, we are done.
(engine turns over)

Law enforcement is
converging on the area.

The op is blown,
- Come on!

- [Thomson] and management
is shutting this down.

- Management?
(pats pockets)

Ma'am, all due respect,
(Freddy groans)

you may be calling the play,

but I don't answer to you.

(Freddy yells out painfully)

Where's the Hive?

(Freddy laughs)

- You want me to tell
you where the Hive is?

(Freddy laughs)

- I want you to listen to
me really closely, okay?

I will suck it out of
your head, patch you up,

and leave your
drooling in a chair

for the rest of your life.

You understand that?

(footsteps clomping)
- Is your comm off?

Agent 214 is down.

Five said a vehicle
heading south.

We got a tracer on it,

but base is calling me out.

- [Thomson] 702, dispose of
him, and get out of there now.

- I'll take his contacts,
then I'll call it.

Hook him up.

(dark ominous music)

Hook him up?
(claps hands)

What's wrong with you?

(knife thuds)
(Agent 702 yells out)

(dark ominous music swells)

(Freddy yells)
(gunshot firing)

Ah!
(bullet casing clanks)

(Agent 702 groans loudly)

What the fuck?

Ha!

All right.

All right, let's go.

What, you said south?

- Yeah, but that doesn't matter.

It's done.

- Give me the tracer.

- [Agent 801] Thomson
is calling it.

Leave it to the cleanup.

- I don't work for Thomson.

Give me the fucking tracer!

- [Thomson] 702, I repeat,

shut this op down now!

- It's not over.

We've got four dead agents,
and their killer on the loose.

I am so fucking far
from being done.

- 702!
(gun holster rustles)

Your gun, slowly.

- [Thomson] 801, go ahead
and take 702 into custody.

(gun cocks)
- Say the word.

- Nah, no, no, he's a fighter.

Yeah, a soldier like us.

You're just scared, that's all.

- Just following orders, 702.

- I'm gonna give you one chance
to save your life, just one,

and then you will die.

Thomson runs the battle.

My boss runs the war.

I can assure you
a full transfer.

Yeah, put the gun down.

- A full transfer?

- Right.

(electronic whirring)

- [Thomson] 702.

(electronic whirring
intensifies)

- All right, from here
on out, we are off comm.

Anyone resists, they die.

(suspenseful dramatic music)
(Nathan yells painfully)

- Fuck (groans).

My head.

(Nathan yells painfully)
(tires squealing)

(engine roars)
Hurry.

- [Aamina] Come on, baby.

We're almost there.
(Nathan groans)

- My name is Frank.

(interposing voices)

(intense whirring)
(electronic buzzing)

(indistinct voices echoing)

(intense whirring)

- Oh, my god.

we need a name.
- Francis Junior.

- Yeah, Francis Junior.
- Yeah (laughs).

- Oh, my god.

Carter.

My mom was...

My mom was gonna call
me Carter (chuckles).

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I like that name.

(gentle orchestral music)

- [Sam] Daddy, I wanna be
an agent just like you.

- My name is Frank.

(groans) No.

(continues groaning)
My name is Nathan.

I'm a Synapse agent.

- To being dads.

- To being dads.
- To being dads.

Hey, fuck you, Frank!

(electronic whooshing)
(knocking at door)

And that morning, dude,

I was just fuckin' tripping out.

I mean, fucking tripping out,

and it just, it
wouldn't go away.

(somber dramatic music)

(horn honks)
(tires squealing)

(somber dramatic
music continues)

(intercom dinging)

- [Intercom] Dean
to ICU, please.

Dr. Dean to ICU.

- [Frank] Aamina?

Aamina?
- Frank.

- Oh, my god, Doc.

Doc, what happened?

Where is she?

(footsteps pattering)
(Frank laughs)

(gently sighs)

Can I...

Can I see her, please?

- She's in surgery.

(fists tapping)

- They...

They had to cut him out, Nathan.

They said that the
accident killed him.

There wasn't a fucking
scratch on the kid.

Not a fucking scratch!

Just try it, all right?
(indistinct voice echoing)

Memory replacement can help.

(dark ominous music)

- That's a hell of a
thing for you to ask me.

I deal it.

I don't use it.

(dark ominous music continues)

(glass shattering)

(Nathan yells indistinctly)

(heavy breathing)

(intense dramatic music)

- Frank.

- [Aamina] We're almost there.

(intense whirring)
(electronic static)

(car engine roars)

(male breathes heavily)

(female moans)

(females laughing)

(intense whirring)

(male breathes shakily)

- [Sketch] What the
fuck do you want?

We can sit here
and talk all day.

- [Junkie] Right, yeah, yeah.

Well, are all the
memories pre-screened?

- Pre-screened.

What the fuck you
think this is, man?

Fuckin' Walmart
Pharmacy or some shit?

'Cause if that's the case,

I need to see your prescription.

(all laughing)

(junkie laughs)

(all continue laughing)

(junkie continues laughing)

- Yo, but look,

I've had some fucked up
experiences before, man.

- Look, look, look, look, look.

I got money waitin' on me, man.

You wastin' my time.

You gonna buy or what?

- Look, all memories
are pre-screened.

Top of the line government-level
screening software.

We remove all personal
identifiers, faces, names.

We leave only the experience.

- Unless it's sex.

- But we have over

one million different
erotic memory performers.

The most visceral
experiences money can buy.

- And the safest
sex money can buy.

Just ask Bigg back there.

Ain't that right, Bigg?

Every paycheck that man gets
goes straight to this shit.

He's on number 1,020,
and that's in his dome.

In this world, dude's a Virgin.

What you say, Bigg?

Huh?

(laughs) Look, he mad.

All right, man, look,

I'll give you a free one
on the house tonight,

just show me that smile.

(Sketch laughs and applauds)

There you go!

- So you guys got
everything, right?

'Cause you know what
I'm really here for

are those Three-Sixties.

- Look, we have
everything and anything,

disease free, no side effects.

- Look, man, donkeys,
dogs, whatever the fuck,

you in or what?

- Do they expire?

- Permanent's gonna
cost you extra, man.

- That's cool, man.

I will pay you
whatever it takes.

- Well good, well good.

Pull it out your pocket

and let's get it crackin'.
(phone rings)

Hold up.

(Sketch clears throat)

Speaker.
(electronic beeping)

- Sketch?
- Boss Mama!

(car engine roars)

You just caught me in the middle

of makin' a-
- Sketch.

Is the room clear?

- No way, Mama.

It's a packed house upstairs.

Suite numbers
flowin' downstairs.

You know the deal.

- I need the Hive
cleared, Sketch.

- Wait, wait.

Like a private party?

You and Frankie boy
gonna get freaky?

- Frank is gone.

(dark ominous music)

- Jackie, do your thing.

- Sorry.

- No, no, wait, wait, wait.

I'm ready to buy.

- Take this, come back later.

30 minutes, Asian twins
expires after one week.

You're welcome.

- Oh, my god.

Thank you so much.

For real, on the house?

That's cool?

- [Jackie] Bigg!

- [Bigg] Just take your
sample and go, man.

- [Junkie] Oh, for real?

Thank you.

(car engine roars)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold up.

You just said Frank was gone.

- [Aamina] Frank's memories.

Someone else's body.

- What?

Hold on, he...

Frank got swapped?

- Yeah.

(car engine roars)
Sketch?

- [Voice Of Sketch]
I got you, Mama.

I got you, Mama.

Head in to the Hive right now.

- [Aamina] All right, I'm
pulling into the alley, okay?

I'm coming into the front.

Meet me out here.

I'm gonna take him
through the club.

(car engine roars)

(dark ominous music)
(gun clatters)

(electronic whirring)
(male breathes unsteadily)

(female laughs)

(door clatters open)

- [Jackie] Get out!

(gun cocks)

(crowd screaming)

Now!

(crowd continues screaming)

(indistinct yelling)
- Come on.

Let's go.

They're coming to the back.

Let's go.

(tires squealing)

(car engine revs)

(tires screeching)

(car door clatters open)

(car door slams shut)
- Everybody out!

Clear the club now!

Go, go, go!

- [Doorman] Go,
seriously, go home.

Go home, people.

Call a friend.

Go home.

(rap music plays indistinctly
in the background)

(car door slams shut)
- All right.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

- Aamina?

- Frank.
- Aamina, Aamina.

I'm sorry for everything.

(indistinct chattering
in the background)

- I know.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(footsteps clomping)
(indistinct chattering)

- Hey, get out the way!
- Hey.

Ditch the car, meet us inside.

- Got it, boo.
- Come on, just-

(rap music plays indistinctly
in the background)

(indistinct chattering)

Come on, roll!
- I am.

- [Sketch] Roll!

(indistinct chattering)

(rap music plays indistinctly
in the background)

(car door slams shut)

(engine turns over and revs)

(suspenseful dramatic music)
(footsteps pattering)

Mama, who the fuck is this guy?

- [Aamina] He's got Frank
and whoever he is in there.

He took a Reboot.

- [Sketch] Damn.

Where's Freddy?

- [Aamina] Synapse got him.

- [Sketch] What?

Why the fuck you bring him then?

- [Aamina] 'Cause he has a key

to bring Synapse
down, all right?

We need his mind access.

- [Sketch] Mama, this is
way too much fuckin' heat.

(door clatters)

(dark ominous music)

(elevator clanks)

(car engine roars)
(tires squealing)

(siren wails in the distance)

- New orders.

After you get him,

we need to bag whatever
tech they got inside.

You take the side
entrance, I'll go front.

(car doors clatter open)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- [Sketch] Yo, yo, move, move!

Get out the way!

Move, move!

Get the fuck out the way!

Move!

Move, move!

Hey, yo, move!

(indistinct chattering)

(electronic whirring)

(Nathan yells)
(gunshots firing)

(crowd screaming)

- [Sketch] What the fuck?

Put the gun down!
(gunshots firing)

Put the fuckin' gun down!

(crowd screaming)
- Back the fuck up!

- [Sketch] Put the gun down!

- [Nathan] Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Put it down!
(interposing voices)

No!

(interposing voices)

- Drop your weapon.
- No, no!

- Where am I?
- Frank.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.
- Who are you?

- [Aamina] You're
almost there, baby.

Frank, listen to my voice.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Put it down, Sketch.
- Start talking.

Back up or he dies.
- Don't do this.

Don't do this!

- I'll kill him.
- Okay, stop.

- Aamina!
- Stop!

- Tell me something.
- I'll kill him!

- [Sketch] Tell me something.

- [Aamina] Frank, listen to me.

Frank, we're almost there, baby.

Frank, listen to my voice.

Look!
(footsteps clomping)

(Nathan groans and
breathes heavily)

(somber instrumental music)

(car engine rumbles)
(tires squealing)

(car door clatters open)

(gun cocks)

- Oh, my god!
- Get out of the car!

- Please, please, don't hurt me!

Please?

(hits thudding)
(Agent 702 groans)

(Jackie thuds)
- Where are they?

- Fuck you!
(horn honks)

(fist thuds)
(Jackie yells)

(Jackie sobs)

- Where are they?

Don't make me ask again.

- The Warehouse.

It's a club.

- All right.

Let's go get your friends, huh?

(footsteps clomping)

(Nathan groans)
(Aamina breathes heavily)

- [Aamina] Lock the door, Bigg.

Don't let anyone else
in but Jackie, okay?

Sketch, get the link runnin'.
(electronic beeping)

(keyboard clacking)

(Nathan groans)

- [Sketch] Before
we upload anything,

we need to identify.

(keyboard clacking)
(electronic whirring)

(computer beeping)

(keyboard continues clacking)

(footsteps clomping)

(metal clangs)

(elevator door clatters)

(motor whooshing and rumbling)

- Okay.
- Hey!

What are you doing?

- Relax.

It's just a little
neurostrablizer.

Help keep your head clear.

Take the edge off a little bit.

- It's okay.
(Nathan breathes shakily)

- [Nathan] Okay.

Okay.

(Nathan groans)

Okay, okay.
(keyboard clacking)

- [Sketch] Shit, I got
nothin' to work with.

His memory's all over
the fuckin' place.

Okay, I got it.
(electronic whooshing)

I got access to the
Synapse database.

- [Aamina] Do you have a match?

- I don't know.

I'm searching archive mem files

to match the image
feed from his mind.

(intense dramatic music)

Shit!

- No!

(gun cocks)
No, no, no, no!

He was working with Frank.

- How you know?

- 'Cause Freddy told me.

All right, he has the
key in there, Sketch,

so we need to upload the
memory, the original memory,

whatever is left of it.

Sketch, do it!

- Aamina, we upload, it
wipes the cover, okay?

This memory under Frank's
memories will eat his ass up.

- You have to find another way!

- [Sketch] I can't, I can't!

- Do it, Sketch.

- Not here.
- Do it!

- I'm not doing that shit.
- Do it.

- Frank, no.
- Fuck that shit!

- Just do it, do it!

- Sketch.
- Listen, y'all motherfuckers-

- Upload the memories, Sketch

Upload the memory folder.
- He will be gone!

- Frank, no!
- Wait!

- You have to find it!
- I can't-

Aamina!
- Find a way, Sketch!

- Do it, do it!
- We can't!

We can't!
- Just do it.

- He will be gone.
- Do it, do it.

- Okay?
- Upload the code, Sketch.

- Only thing left will be
this agent, Nathan Stafford,

and then we gotta
deal with that shit.

- [Aamina] I know.

I say we save Frank.
- Do it, Sketch!

Do it now!

- Do not make me do this.

Do not make me say
goodbye to you.

- You know we have to do this.

It's the one thing
my mind agrees on.

Aamina, let me go.

(somber instrumental music)

- Wait!

(somber instrumental
music swells)

Remember me.

(somber instrumental
music continues)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(electronic buzzing)
(intense whirring)

(Nathan yells out painfully)

(electronic buzzing)
(static hissing)

- The code to crash
the Synapse system is

1-9-7-9-0-0-7-0-3.

(electronic whirring)

(intense dramatic music)
(gunshot firing)

(bullet casing clanks)
(Bigg thuds)

(gunshots firing)

(glass shattering)

(gunshots continue firing)

- [Nathan] Loose ends?

- Yeah, our runners, we pop 'em.

Can't have a bunch of mem heads

runnin' around with our info.

- [Frank] I'm sorry, man.

Sorry I'm telling you-
- You gotta go.

You gotta go now.

We're blown.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

- No, no, no, I-
- They sent me over here

to kill you.

- [Frank] What are we gonna do?

- Get your girl,
grab the contacts,

and we'll give you a call,
(gunshots firing)

and we'll come get
you in an hour.

(gunshots continue firing)

702, it's 303.

Frank's dead.

(electronic whirring)

(somber instrumental music)

(car door clatters open)

(gun cocks)
(door slams shut)

I just need you to
listen to me, okay?

Baby, listen.

I need you to grab
Sam, get his clothes,

head over to the
End Hotel, room 3C.

I'll meet you there.

(electronic whirring)

(gunshots firing)

(somber instrumental music)

(gunshots firing)
(Nathan breathes heavily)

No, no, no, no, no.

(somber instrumental
music continues)

Frank.

(gunshot firing)

(Frank thuds)

(gunshots firing)

(somber instrumental
music continues)

- [Agent 702] At lease we
didn't orphan your kid.

(gunshot firing)
(bullet casing clanks)

(ominous dramatic music)
(gunshots firing)

(electronic static whirring)

- Frank, I need your contacts.

(footsteps clomping)

(somber instrumental music)

(gunshot firing)
(Aamina gasps)

Give me your password, Frank.

Come on.

- Carter.
- Carter.

(electronic beeping)

(somber instrumental
music swells)

(electronic whirring)

(gunshots firing)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(gunshot firing)

(electronic whirring)

- [Frank] What's a guy like me

gotta do to run away
with a girl like you?

(intense dramatic tones)

(gunshots firing)
- Stop!

(gunshots continue firing)

(alarm sounds)

(gunshots continue firing)

(indistinct yelling)

(gunshot firing)
(male groans)

(gunshot continues firing)
(Jackie screams)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(Aamina breathes heavily)

- Drop the gun.

- [Agent 702]
Welcome back, buddy.

Perfect timing.

He and I go way back.

You didn't know that, did you?

Killed Frank.

- He's lying.

He told me to kill Frank.

(male moaning)
(gunshot firing)

(bullet casing clanks)

Frank told me about your son.

- [Agent 702] He told
you his name was Nathan?

Synapse agents don't have names.

(gunshot firing)
(Agent 702 groans painfully)

(Agent 702 continues groaning)

(gun cocks)

(Agent 702 continues groaning)

- You know you can trust me.

- [Agent 702] Don't
listen to him, Aamina.

He's lying.

- Shut up.

Tie his hands behind his back.

Go on.

(Agent 702 groans painfully)

Shut up.

(Agent 702 continues groaning)

Take care of your friend.

Go on.

(Agent 702 continues groaning)

Get up!
(Agent 702 grunts painfully)

- [Agent 702] Fuck!

What you wanna
do, shoot me, huh?

What are you doing?

(Agent 702 groans painfully)

- [Nathan] Nothing, I'm
just gonna scan you.

See what you know.

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna take your contacts.

(electronic buzzing)
- No.

(electronic buzzing continues)

(electronic whirring)

The op.

The op, did we get the tech?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- I was an op.

You killed my family.

- What?

No, no, no, no.

(electronic whirring)
(gunshot firing)

(electronic whirring continues)

That's not me.

That's a lie.

That's not me!

That is not me!

(Agent 702 groans painfully)

- Look, look!

- [Agent 702] I've been set up.

That's not me.

(gunshot firing)

- That's not you?

That's in my head, you fuck!
- All right.

(Agent 702 breathes shakily)

Like I said, that's not me.

(electronic whirring)
(Nathan breathes heavily)

- Look at me.

Look at me.

I've been where you are,

and I know deep down,

deep down, you fuckin' remember.

(gunshot firing)

(bullet casing clanks)
(intense dramatic music)

(gun clicks)

(Nathan breathes heavily)

(intense dramatic
music continues)

We have to go.

(Sketch groans painfully)

- [Sketch] Go!

Fuck!

(gun clicks)

(Sketch groans painfully)

(footsteps clomping)

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

(intense dramatic
music continues)

(Sketch groans)

(waves crashing)

(gentle orchestral music)

- [Nathan] What is the soul?

Is there a soul?

What makes us us?

Is it our experiences,
our memories?

What are the things
we can't remember?

Feelings, the impressions,

that gut reaction
that has no basis?

No origin that we can recall?

If we wipe our memories,

can we still be who we are?

(car engine roars)

(gentle orchestral
music continues)

(cars roaring)

(car door clatters open)

(car door slams shut)

(waves crashing)

(seagulls squawking)

(waves continue crashing)

- So what now?

- Find the source.

I'm gonna locate every
one of 702's contacts

and burn it down.

- You or we?

- All right, we.

(waves crashing)

- What?

- Just a thought.

Is how a guy like me

can end up running away
with a girl like you?

(gentle orchestral music)

("King" by Zayde Wolfe plays)

♪ Whoa

♪ Whoa

♪ I can feel the weight

♪ Yeah, I can feel the
weight of the world ♪

♪ Whoa

♪ Whoa

♪ I can feel the pressure

♪ Yeah, I know the
pain and the hurt ♪

♪ Whoa

♪ Whoa

♪ I've been climbin' up all
these mountains for so long ♪

♪ And I've been buildin' up all
these kingdoms for so long ♪

♪ But I will not run
when destiny comes ♪

♪ I'm dippin' my hand in gold

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's good to be king

♪ Whoa

♪ Whoa

♪ The crown is gettin' heavy

♪ But they've written
my name in the stars ♪

♪ Whoa

♪ Whoa

♪ Ooh, for diamonds
and castles ♪

♪ I've dealt blood
and greed and scars ♪

♪ Whoa

♪ Ooh, yeah

♪ I've been climbin' up all
these mountains for so long ♪

♪ And I've been buildin' up all
these kingdoms for so long ♪

♪ But I will not run
when destiny comes ♪

♪ I'm dippin' my hand in gold

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's good to be king

♪ Like a conqueror

♪ Like a conqueror

♪ It's good to be king

♪ Like a conqueror

♪ It's good to be king

♪ Like a conqueror

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's so good,
so good, so good ♪

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's good to be,
it's good to be ♪

♪ It's good to be king

♪ It's good, it's
good to be king ♪