Hardcore Henry Page #3

especially his...

does his dick work?

Mine didn't, so I plotted

my escape from this chair.

I had come to Russia when the

west banned resuscitation

of cadaver tissue.

Akan's a megalomaniac, but

my research was funded.

I kept my eyes on

the Nobel Prize.

Who has time for icky

ethics when he's rich and

his cock works, eh?

I paid a high price.

I stopped making soldiers

and then I succeeded.

I grew men made of cyber flesh.

Really.

Just fancy pants prostheses,

but don't dare tell my...

My avatars!

Now, cyborgs, on the other

hand, have bits and a brain.

They think for themselves,

in theory at least.

Shall we have a look at you?

That hippie,

always with the ganja.

You're not baked, are you?

Hope not.

Right.

You are the man, Henry.

Mm, there's very little

actual man left, of course.

Enhanced skeletal muscular

systems, cardiovascular turbo

boosted with a curium

244 atomic battery.

A good night of sleep and you'd

power an aircraft carrier.

Remarkable

technology, is it not?

...Not you.

My boys.

I made the first few

for revenge but then I started

exploring new aspects of myself.

Can I have a sip?

I have lived these

past years, Henry.

My lads, they get speeding

tickets, they walk barefoot

through the grass, and

boy, do they get laid.

You'll never guess what we

do here sometimes alone.

Hit play.

Over there. Go on.

I got you

under my skin

I got you deep

in the heart of me

So deep in my heart

That you're really

a part of me

I got you

under my skin

I tried so not to give in

I say to myself this affair

Never will go so well

Why should I try to resist

When baby I know so well

I got you

under my skin

(Alarm sounds)

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes. Something's

wrong with you, mate.

Don't worry, it's not

cancer the clap or nothing.

Just gonnagotta sit you down

in this chair and take a look

at you, yeah? The scan says

you're in terrible danger.

Of being shivved for being a

traitor, you lying grasser!

I'm shutting you down, mate.

(Spits)

(C*cks gun)

Put down the proto baby.

Now!

We tried to unplug you nicely

even though we knew that you

beamed your video to Akan.

No?

What's this?

What's that? (echo)

You're broadcasting

it that to Akan! (echo)

Enough! (echo)

Enough. (echo)

Even if I did believe you,

you still have to...

(Alarm sounds)

Aarghh!!

F***! No, Henry, no!

No!!!!!

You brought them to my lab!

I trusted you!

Henry, please kill me?

Akan won't.

He'll make me live in this

straightjacket of rotten,

smelly skin! What the

f*** was I thinking that

Akan's toy robot was my friend?

(Slap)

Thank you, Henry.

F*** you, too,

but mostly thanks.

My lab's compromised, but I can

build a new one using Akan's

equipment when we go get

your wife together, right?

Hey, put that on the wall.

If I can't have my lab,

no one's having her.

Now, don't lose this.

F*** you, Akan.

And don't change your channel.

We're coming right over.

Right, I counted six vehicles.

That's at least 35 men.

We've gotta cut them down to

half that before they enter the

hotel to give us a fighting

chance to get out alive.

Also, there's a certain

stigma attached to blokes who

like musicals. I just wanna

get it out there right

now that I'm straight

as an arrow. Got it?

Here they come.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

(C*cks gun) Now.

Right, cover me.

F***, they're in the hotel.

We don't need the

sniper anymore either.

Go inside. See the colonel.

Over here, laddie.

Arm yourself to the teeth.

Don't touch that.

Emma Gee is mine.

That's what my

father used to say-

'A grenade a day

keeps the enemy at bay.'

Come along.

Chop, chop.

Big Sally.

(Shouting)

Uh, well, home is

where the battle is.

Right, private, it is our duty

to ensure that no harm comes

to the cripple, understood?

Follow on.

If you can hear them,

but you can't shoot them,

you can probably grenade them.

Drop an egg down there, laddie.

(Explosion)

Forward.

Come along.

Good lord, how embarrassing.

(Gun shot)

Dodged a bullet on that one.

I'll cover you.

You go around them.

Don't let the cripple

get below you, laddie!

(Explosion)

(Voices)

(Gun shots)

Jolly good.

Hold on, wait.

Help me with the cripple.

(Man shouts in Russian)

Retreat five paces back

on my command, laddie.

Spasibo, Yuri. My quarters

are actually up there.

Would you like to see them?

(Yuri) Oh, we will.

Indeed.

(Explosion)

Don't spare the horses.

Take the next slipway.

Off, here. Here we go.

(Squealing tires)

Hang on, laddie.

Let's turn the tables

on these buggers.

Tally ho.

Big Ben.

Akan is a c*nt!!

Oh, my.

Looks like Akan's already begun.

By tomorrow, these

poor chaps will be super

robotic soldiers

like yourself. Look out!

On your feet, lad.

On your left.

Hang on.

I'm gonna buy you some time!

(Gun shots)

Seal the door.

Can't tell you the number of

times I've dreamt that I was

riding up in this lift.

It's a pity I can't...

It's just the

landing gear, laddie.

Now, listen to me.

When you kill Akan, I want you

to look him right in those eyes

until the rest of him is just as

dead as they are, understood?

No, I'm afraid I shall

not be coming with.

But you letting me get you this

far has given an old sweat his

grandest gift in all his years.

No.

It's lodged in his jugular.

If you uncork it,

I won't be able to...

The...

the thingamajig in

your pocket, quickly.

Afraid I have a

confession to make.

See, I've been surveilling

Akan for years.

So when you dropped down onto

that roadway and went rogue so

magnificently, well, all I saw

was a nice my shot at revenge.

You proved me right with

Dimitry, but then in the forest,

well, I noticed an implant.

A memory block, see?

And I couldn't afford to have

you remember a better life

somewhere else.

So I left it in.

Not my finest hour, I'm afraid.

But then back at my lab

when I was trying to analyze

what you could do for me,

I realized

who you are...

to me.

Henry.

It's bloody nice

having a friend, Henry.

You'd think all those deaths

would've prepared me for this.

If you haven't already,

you'll start to remember bits

from your past now, Henry.

And those memories,

they're real.

They're you.

Trust them.

(Akan) Memories,

memories, memories.

My first batch of

cyber soldiers.

With everything that you have

experienced today uploaded into

what's left of their brains, all

they remember is waking up in

the lab with their wife

screwing their legs on.

I love you, Charlie.

I love you, Edward.

I love you, Thomas.

You recognize these?

No?

That's odd.

They're your wife's.

(Sniffs)

Mm, I smell what

you like about her.

This one is almost

ready for you.

But I'm warning you,

their boosters make the

one you have now...

(Gun shot)

You look like a f***ing 9 volt.

Go ahead and f*** him up.

(Snap)

(Akan) Get up.

Get up!

Can you handle this?

Henry.

Why are you hitting

yourself, Henry?

Hmm?

(Estelle) Baby?

Baby, are you okay?

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