Cyborg 2 Page #4

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

our new terms of agreement.

Total termination for a 50 percent

increase in fees.

Out of the question.

The woman is too valuable

and the man is a matter|of internal security.

I just bet he is.

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

Because retrieval is no longer

an acceptable option.

Are you threatening me, Bench?

Threaten?

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

Five painful years

of dermo-therapy ruined

by a little sh*t-kicker

and a stupid little piece|of wind-up muff!

You're off the case, Bench.

You touch them,|we'll have your license.

Oh, I love it.

What license?

I love it, I love it.

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

I love it!

So, why do they call you|Wild Card?

Is a long story

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

You got a thing happening, huh?

Yeah, cyborg love.|Just like

Romeo and Juliet,|have to cross

all those lines to connect.

-Kind of a doomed thing.|-Doomed?

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

Only

one way it can live on.

How?

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

Time

is what is all about.

Cash will live for|a thousand years,

forever 22, as long as

they keep making parts|to maintain you.

But Colt 45...

He'll peel like yesterday's

paint, being just a bit of blood

and bone.

He's a memory as we speak.

But if you can cross over|just a little,

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

Well, then

your time together|just might be enough.

-Would you want to live forever?|-Mortal

or immortal, here I die.

I leave eternity to thee.

For what is a man

that he should live out|the lifetime of his God?

Who is Mercy?

He used to command a fleet.

-What happened?|-Is not a pretty story.

He was wounded in|the battle of El Najaf.

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

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

Experimental model.

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

Ran guns in Gaza, Kabul,

led a coup in Mozambique...

The gens a poet-warrior

in the classic sense.

My wife, Velma.

Where is she?

-She's dead.|-Sorry.

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

and machine.

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

She spent most of her time|helping renegade cyborgs

escape from Pinwheel's hell.

But they finally got her.

Your tapper, Bench, killed her.

But not before she messed him up.

Is that why you're helping|Cash and me?

Marriage is a magical thing.

A treacherous thing.

Pull out that center drawer.

Open it.

Some things are customary|before a man goes into battle.

Is time to rumble.

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

This is the Dragon.

Here's Pier 77.

After the fight you'll have

20 minutes to make it|to Die Frau Maria.

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

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

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

Thas it.

Win or lose, is been a trip.

You're a kick-ass wire, Mercy.

We're looking for Bobby Lin.

Mercy sent us.

Bobby Lin?

Who want to know?

Mercy.

Mercy

says good things about you.

Fast, lots of style.

This guy I'm fighting,

whas his record like?

He first-time fighter, too.

Newcomers always

kick the odds up.

Make lots more money.

Thas good.

Everything set.

This next match

goes all the way.

Round one, no blade.

Round two, one blade.

Round three and final round,|both blades.

Only person allowed is trainer.

That you, right?

Bell starts fight.|Give us a show, eh?

Whas our time situation?

Two minutes to bell.|44 to make the ship.

Sh*t, Mercy. We got to make sure|things are settled with the boat.

Be careful, Colt.

Right. So, go.

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

Go! Go! Go!

Hit him!

If you interfere,

Colt disqualified.

No Mombasa.

Kill him, Colt!

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

Colt! Pinwheel!

Les go!

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

No they won't.|I cost too much.

But your boyfriend is dirt cheap.

Give it up, cyborg,|or he's

a dead man.

Way to stand by your man, Cash.

I like that. And Colt,

that was one hell of a fight.

And you, Pinwheel...

Pinheads...

I only have one thing to say.

Incoming.

Goddamn it!

All right, break off and fan out.

I want these people

found.

Mercy!

So much for a myth.

If you want to dine|with the devil

you'll need a long spoon.

Mercy.

I can do better.

Mercy,

glad you could make it.

You know you've always|been such a

formidable opponent.

Until your untimely capture,|that is.

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

play my final card.

You see, this is Chen's

detonator.|It has a 2000

mile range.

So, alas, it appears that|the honeymoon is over

for Cash and Colt.

What?

No quick, smart-ass remark?

No retort from the man|with the video

mouth?

Cash and Colt...

You can kiss your asses good-bye.

Warning! A detonation sequence|has been detected within

the complex.

Initiate emergency|evacuation sequence.

I think you kissed|the wrong ass good-bye.

One... Zero.

Time is what is all about.

Cash crossed over it

and lived the time|of her beloved Colt.

Proving once again

that love is stronger than flesh

or machine.

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