Defective Page #4
(SHOCKING)
Perfect, that's it, thank you.
Install bi-C please,
hold for system start up.
Inject in three, two, one.
(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)
Excellent, system start
Cerebral re-orientation
complete.
Cover for spectrum
sensory reprogramming.
Okay, she's done.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
Let's have her nap, please.
Bring in the next one.
(GRUNTING)
Oh, God!
PIERCE:
Sorry.I got it.
We'll keep you here from
being a stuck pig for an hour.
I've got a doc on the way.
I know what I'm doing.
That's good.
(SHAUN GASPING)
Oh yeah, good call.
Yeah.
Get a band-aid on that,
moron.
Okay, so, uh, this is going to
hurt like a real motherf***er.
(SPITS)
SHAUN:
What is that?The name we've settled
with was son of a b*tch.
Ready?
Perfect, here we go.
(YELLING)
F***!
Fills the hole, plugs
the veins, sources out
the infection and puts
a temporary block on it.
you'll be all smiles. (LAUGHS)
(GROANING)
Please don't puke on me.
(GASPING)
Oh, I gotta get out of here.
Well, good luck with that.
What the f*** is
that supposed to mean?
Well, for one,
I may not let you.
Two, if the plan is to o get
the girl, you're too ate.
(GROANING)
They scooped her up
right after I got you.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
There's nothing
you can do for her.
Okay?
Not that it's going to make
anything better, but, uh,
they're not going to kill her.
I've got tabs in G60 lens on
almost every suit in town.
These corporate f***
sticks have like
a processing plant,
it's a small outfit.
You know, put in the
rejects, pop out the suits.
It's like a suit kitchen.
She's going to
wish she was dead.
Sorry.
Well, it's not my finest
work, but, it' I do.
You know me, I know you.
What is happening to me?
You should've stayed
out of state, Shaun.
You get in familiar settings and
it starts triggering
memories, blank spaces.
It's a major f***ing
defect of doing a wipe.
It's like taking an
eraser to pencil,
leaves that lead residue.
You,
Shaun,
Rhett, you were a
suit, my friend.
One of its first kind, too.
They didn't have any
volunteers at first,
so they just scooped up
people out of the blue,
used them up, dumped them.
But we got to you before that.
You used to work for the state
and then you worked for me.
What did we do, exactly?
We started a
revol-f***ing-lution.
(MACHINES WHIRRING AND SCREAMING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Hi mom, I miss you.
When are you coming home?
Let me tell you about my day.
(GIGGLES)
I'm not looking
forward to bedtime,
but I am looking
forward to see you.
I love you, mom, I'll
talk to you later.
Hey sweetie, I got
your little video.
Thank you.
I'm sorry I couldn't
be home tonight I,
I've just been... (SNIFFLING)
Mommy's been very busy, but um,
but I promise you that, um...
(MAN THROAT CLEARING)
Sorry, it's just I, I have
Breckeridge on the line.
I'm busy at the moment.
I know, again I'm sorry.
He is insisting on
a status report.
And I will call him back later.
He's new, isn't he?
A little green, we
all start somewhere.
How's your girl?
She's growing up fast.
Does Francis...
Don't.
Seriously, what are you
actually doing here?
What stake do you have in this?
I already told you.
I made the same oath to God,
country and state you did.
It didn't really
get me anywhere.
Unlike some people.
I made a mistake that cost
lives and put others in danger.
Your family, mine.
These people that
think they're above
everything that we
do, it's never enough.
Just rodents in a cage, right?
Except this one
managed to get out.
Your one rodent, Mr.
Murphy, he got out.
If he's your mistake, why aren't
you out there looking for him?
I don't need to.
And why is that?
Because you have the bait.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
This place man, this state.
I don't know how they managed
to get this far, but they did.
They counted on the
public being sheep.
I have a little more
faith than that.
Shaun, there's a movement,
a resurgence of human will.
When the country
folded and the S.E.A.
took over they put fear in us.
Do this or that'll happen.
Be that or this'll happen.
They're putting the wool
over our f***ing eyes.
This, is a list, tax
records, income reports,
health statistics,
phone records,
internet records,
dates, times, addresses.
Who you f***ed, who
you didn't f***.
Every possible detail about
every human living in the state.
Complete and total
state surveillance.
This list reads like the f***ing
naught? List from
Santa Claus, okay.
If you no longer live a
certain lifestyle that
the S.E.A. deem appropriate,
you're defective.
Almost instant execution.
Word hasn't gotten out yet,
but they've already started
and they're doing at will
in the streets now, too.
They've been building up
to this the whole time.
Pushing people into
the corner with fear
and forcing them
into acceptance.
Taking out the
independent thinkers
until their whole
state is nothing
but their perfect
f***ing gene pool.
Next thing, the country,
maybe even the world.
It's not a city corporation like
the S.E.A. pulling
the strings anymore,
it's something big,
really f***ing big.
And I'm not talking
like Washington big.
We need to stop it.
(SCOFFS)
With what, a
couple of people, us?
Sometimes that's all it takes
to make a f***ing
difference, man.
They have a defect, it's like
a registry or a supercomputer.
Every little thing
that they need in order
to keep their operation
running is on there.
If we can cripple it
they lose control.
I've been working
on this sturdy boy.
I haven't thought of a
catchy name for it yet,
but it that thing acts as
a bomb, this is the fuse.
I hope.
Shaun, we used you.
You'd been a suit for a
couple of years at that point.
You and I worked very
closely together.
We needed superior inside access
that we couldn't
get our hands on.
That was you, man.
I just think, I don't know,
maybe you saw too much.
Got you a new identity,
got you out of the system.
What if you were
meant to be here?
Hmm?
What do you think?
I'm going back for her.
(GROANING)
They will kill you, Shaun.
This company is the devil.
You cannot win a battle
against hell on your own.
You still have a chance
at something else.
Let me give you a clean slate,
a fresh start,
call it my apology.
I don't want to sound like
an a**hole, but she's gone.
I think you're
here for a reason.
The people, they need
someone like you, a hero.
It's your call.
Tell me where to find my sister.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(SAW BUZZING)
Human anatomy, shall we begin?
(HARD ROCK MUSIC)
(GRUNTING AND CRUNCHING)
(GUN FIRING)
(SLICING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(PUNCHING)
(GUN FIRING)
(CRASHING)
(BEEPING)
(GUN FIRING)
Rhett Murphy.
Enough, it's already
too late for her.
If you're smart you'll
let us continue.
It's good for her, it's a
path to a better future.
Give yourself up willingly
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