Death Machine Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 120 min
- 241 Views
Turn it off, t-t-turn it off.
I-I think I know
what I did wrong. I think...
This is gonna work!
I said
turn the camera off!
I would've stopped this
had I known about it.
Yeah, sure,
I believe you.
I didn't know about tihs
until now!
Sure!
- What do we do now?
- Call the syndicators!
Call the networks!
911, call now.
I'm on your side.
...and, we got a little bit
of a situation happening, uhm...
I'm in, uh, t-the lab here,
the covert lab,
and I just found a whole bunch
of bodies, and sort of freezer type things.
So let me
get this straight.
You say you have proof
that the Chaank Corporation
is involved in
illegal weapons projects?
I mean, I know
that sounds far fetched...
But a homicidal maniac monster
has got you trapped on the 65th floor!
It's... It's messy.
And, uh--
While you're up there,
say hello to Elvis for me, okay?
- We're on our own.
- Hey! I am here.
No you're not! And besides
that, you little freak,
- I'm gonna cut your eye out!
- How does he know where we are?
- He doesn't.
- Wrong. You are in the covert lab.
Turning me off
won't turn you off.
I me-I mean
"won't turn me off."
Lifesign transmitter.
Emits a local beacon pulse.
It's how he knows
where we are.
Yeah, do it.
Give me this one.
Okay.
Let's go.
Ah!
Not so fast, troops.
You still need the password.
One mean mother.
You wanna know
what the neatest thing is?
Enhanced Pheromone Tracing.
That's what the keys are.
- What does that mean?
- It keys on fear.
The more afraid you are,
the sharper its trace.
Access Amnesia Interface;
still a deal in talk.
I wanna
talk to Cale alone.
- Okay.
- Yessss!
It's not okay.
Yeah?
Go fax yourself.
Very funny!
How smart are you gonna be when
the Warbeast chews your head off?
You wanna live?
You've got to stop being afraid!
How are you gonna
manage that, wise guy?
How are you gonna fight
being eaten alive?
No problem.
Suit me up.
- Who'd set up the computer?
Look, you broke achievement
records at Cal-Tech,
I delievered
extra pepperoni.
- How'd you know that?
- Uhnn...
- Why didn't you volunteer?
- I did!
- He pulled rank.
- I get the duty.
Nice.
You sure this process
is reversible?
It'll save your personality to disk.
I can load it back any time.
Yeah? You better
make it a big disk.
- Ready?
- Ready.
The arrogant dragon will
learn to repent, my friend.
Absolutely.
Careful out there.
Oh, wait a minute,
I got something to say.
I'll be back.
I'll keep it
close to my heart.
Remain here!
Excecuting combat
objective now!
This area is secure!
Okay, we've got two
choices here.
One:
We hole up here and hopehe beats the crap out of it.
No way.
No more hiding.
Or two...
Let's go.
I wanna talk to you.
- What do you wanna talk about.
- Parallel processing.
Two units interfacing
simultaneously,
with a high degree of
systemic compatibility.
There's a suspicion
of corrupted data.
Probably just a binary area.
You're not that f***ed up, Cale.
- How did you feel when you killed it?
- Killed what?
I never killed anything
in my entire life!
Okay, how do you feel
about household appliances?
- I don't feel anything.
- Cale...
You need to understand.
We need to interface.
You need me.
Like I need a chainsaw
up my ass.
The thing is,
I read your file.
It took some code, but I finally
got into Sonic Health's network,
and then I got into you, which brings us
back to your sink disposal unit.
I was giving, uh... her a bath.
I... only left her for a moment.
But she didn't drown,
did she?
I got distracted,
and I...
I couldn't
hear the sounds.
Poor Amy.
That nasty machine
at her arm all up.
Chewed it right off.
Child killer.
It was screaming so loud
that I lost my temper.
I dragged her out of the sink,
and she came away so easily.
I tried to hold her,
but she slipped.
She's so slippery. And I'm
holding on, but she's so slippery.
And so red.
And she's falling on the ground.
And I can't
hold on to her.
And all the time,
she'll die in my arms.
There are pieces
of her little arm in the drain.
All right.
It's totally all right.
We're a system.
We're binary.
Two interactive units
on the harddrive.
One motherboard.
I'll be your baby.
No.
- Give baby.
- I'll be your baby.
No!
How does that feel!
I... came to save you.
I don't need your saving.
I just need your help.
We need
to destroy it all.
- How ya doin'?
- Not bad.
Listen to me!
Listen to me!
You got that?
Take these down
to the core containment.
We're gonna blow
Chaank to hell.
There's no way. There's
no way I can get past that bulkhead.
That's why we gotta find Raimi
and reload him.
He's got Carpenter's codes.
Come on!
God damn it!
Come on!
No!
Go, go, go!
Come on!
Come on, come on!
Come on.
No!
Hydraulically operated hoist!
Position:
20 floors above!Secured at the roof!
Okay.
Come with me!
- Leave him!
- No!
We must
consider him defunct!
- He's not defunct, he's just injured!
- I'm okay.
If one unit is safe, do not
endanger it for a potential second!
We are not safe!
None of us are safe!
If one unit is safe...
...do not endager it...
...for a potential second!
Don't! Don't! Do! Or, I don't know--
All right, get this
f***ing machine off him!
Leave it,
he'll be completely blank!
We have to load
his program first in!
It... hurts... so...
Follow me!
And do not argue!
Stay close!
Next bay!
Service hatch!
Our exit to the hoist!
Cale! Reconnect the feeds
beneath the drum!
- Yutani!
- Hai!
Re-engage
clutch plate now!
Got it!
Raimi, just get
out of there.
Raimi!
Are you deaf?
Raimi, get out of there!
Quiet!
Hai!
Shoryuken!
I'm out!
Now we move!
Go to the hoist!
Come on!
Come on!
- Go to the hoist!
- Not without you!
Go to the--
Shoot it!
Help me!
Help me!
Come here!
Come on!
Go!
Come on!
Directive!
Battle directive!
Battle directive...
ended...
What the f***
is going on?
- Have you got Carpenter's card?
- Yeah.
I got the D-Lock
sequence, too.
- Call me.
- Wait a minute.
- This is my mission, I started it.
- Well, then let's finish it.
Drop your weapon!
- On the floor!
- Relax, man, I'm the one who called you!
- Bullshit!
- You better call reinforcements!
You better
shut the f*** up!
Too bad!
- This is unit 257...
- You stupid motherf***er!
You've got the right
to remain silent!
Holy donuts!
Jesus Christ!
It jumped
from the roof!
This way!
Come on!
Open it!
Come on!
Go!
Cale!
Come on!
Come on!
Tight grip!
Sequence!
- Swipe now.
- Ready?
- Yeah!
- One, two, three - swipe!
Welcome.
How long
does this take?
- One, two, three - swipe!
- Welcome.
You should have run away
when you had the chance.
Why didn't you
just go away!
The needs of the many outweight
the needs of the few.
That's a stupid reason!
You're making me kill you
for a stupid reason!
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