Hardwired Page #4

and, uh, Blue made

this really lame speech.

But Hal found us, uh,

at the bar after

and he sort of recruited us,

I guess you could say.

What's Hal's deal?

He's a pure soul.

He thinks corporations

are the new superpowers.

He hates them all equally.

Except Hope.

He hates them more.

Oh, this is it.

Here's the building.

[]

Can you guys hear me?

Loud and clear.

Here come the specs.

[COMPUTERS BEEPING]

You getting it?

Coming through.

No alarm. One rent-a-cop.

[BLUE]:
The card should get you

through without ever seeing him.

Copy that.

Hey. You sure you don't want me

to come with?

Just keep the motor running.

[CONSOLE BEEPING]

[]

[MAN]:

No, no, no, no. Diction.

That's all I meant, okay?

Diction, okay?

Ready. And action.

Hi, I'm Carter Burke.

And if you too are a proud owner

of the new Aeon 3,

you might consider...

Cut. Cut, cut.

I can't work like this.

What's the matter now?

There's someone

in my eyeline.

Wow, look at this.

You're Aeon 3.

Hey. I'm not a product.

I'm an actor. Who are you?

[MAN]:

What's going on down there?

Hi, I'm Carter Burke.

And if you too are a man

of class, a man of distinction,

a man who values quality

above all else,

you need the Aeon 3.

The world's newest and most

technologically-advanced...

That felt great.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

Security.

Get security up here now.

[DOOR OPENS]

You work for Hope Industries?

No.

How about you?

Never heard of it.

Yeah, right.

Sit.

Blue.

[BLUE]:

Already on it.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

Here you go.

All right, Mr. Arnold Winston,

let's go.

Luke, heads up.

That wasn't very nice.

[BEEPING]

Oh, man.

They must have just installed

that. How much time has he got?

[TYPING]

You got two minutes.

No. Relax.

Show him a minute and a half.

He needs to focus.

It's your lucky day.

Come on, you. Hurry up.

[SHUDDERING]

Move.

Who are you?

That's what you're here

to help me figure out.

You're one of the 660.

What did you just say?

Please don't hurt me.

What's 660?

Project 660.

You're one of the test subjects.

You mean to tell me

there's 660 people

with this thing

in their head?

Yes.

[BEEPING]

Move.

[SIREN WAILING]

Come on.

Please, what do you want

from me?

Who's in charge of the program?

I don't know. I swear.

I'm just an account exec.

That kind of information's

way above my pay grade.

But I know

who killed your wife.

I know who killed her.

If I tell you his name,

you'll let me go, right?

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

Get in.

They made it.

You were right.

He is good.

Yes. Now let's find out

what Mr. Winston knows.

[LUKE]:

Here's your stop.

No. Please. Not here.

I've told you

what you wanted to know.

Money.

You got something for me?

Yo, man, he's got a wallet.

Give me your money, man.

Come back here.

I need an address

on a Robert Drake.

[BLUE]:

Copy that.

So when we get his address,

then what?

Then I'm gonna

pay him a visit.

Is that it?

Is that all this is about

for you?

There's a bigger picture here.

There's 659 other people

going through

what you're going through.

You have to help them.

[]

There's something I didn't

tell you about Hal.

Keyboard's his son.

That's why

this is so important to him.

His son,

just lying there.

Don't you feel for him?

I can't feel anything.

My wife is dead

and I don't even remember her.

All I have left is rage.

[BLUE]:

Got him. Here you go.

"170 Westview Drive".

You know, it's a lot bigger

than this Drake guy.

You have every right

to hate him, but you...

[SIGHS]

I hope it makes you

feel better.

That would be nice.

[]

[MAN]:

Delivery for 112.

[WOMAN ON PA]:

Come on up.

[DOOR BUZZES]

Blue, I got an idea.

[WOMAN]:

Good morning, sir.

Downstairs door, Lewis Bodine.

[SIGHS]

Answer.

Virgil Kirkhill just had one

of his brainstorms

and called a meeting.

Doesn't that bastard

ever need sleep?

Just let me in

and I'll tell you.

[SIGHS]

Open the damn door.

Wow.

That actually worked.

Our man is in the building.

He's not our anything.

He wants to kill this guy

and then it's over.

You said he'd need

all the rage he could get.

Well, now that's all he's got.

I guess we were just using him.

Like Hope was using him.

No difference.

Oh, there's a big difference.

It's in our motives.

For us, it's a question

of morality, of freedom.

Maybe you're wrong.

Maybe he'll keep going

after this.

Yeah, I doubt.

No, no, come on.

Let's have a look.

Let's do it.

You see?

There he goes.

[STEAM WHISTLING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Door.

So, what's Kirkhill

want this time?

Hello, Luke.

Been a long time.

If it wasn't me that got your

mind wiped, I'd be offended.

I picked you

as one of the 660.

You didn't fit the profile.

I picked you anyway.

Personal reasons.

Still nothing?

[SCOFFS]

You don't remember the war.

All those weapons

left to rot in the desert.

We could have been rich.

[SLURPS]

After the sh*t I went through...

But oh, no, you...

You had to act the hero,

get the medals.

Most mornings, I can still smell

the phosphorous burning my face.

You killed my wife.

What about my wife?

Lydia?

Does it ring any bells?

She left me

when I went to prison.

You ruined my life.

You deleted mine.

Gun.

[]

You shouldn't have come.

[GASPING]

Oh, but I'm glad you did.

Ah.

He's getting clobbered.

Oh, God.

What happened to his gun?

This place has a home-defense

system I've never seen before.

Maybe it's online.

See if you can find it

and deactivate it.

[RED]:

Oh, no.

[SIZZLING]

[SCREAMS]

Take it from me,

this is gonna hurt.

[GRUNTS]

That's how we roll.

Now, kill the defense system.

Gun. Gun.

Gun.

WOMAN:

Defense system off-line.

Who's responsible

for Project 660?

[PANTING]

His name is Virgil Kirkhill.

He's Randolph Hope's

right-hand man.

And this is his way

of telling me I'm fired.

You have no idea

how powerful these people are.

See, I'm... I'm betting

that they led you right here.

No. That's bullshit.

Maybe. Let's find out. Son?

Oh, my God.

You see, they...

They can't just fire me.

I know too much,

so they're using you to kill me.

[BLUE]:
Luke, you got Hope troopers

in the building.

Oh, it's really true.

They did tap into your head.

Let me guess.

They're telling you all about

the Hope Security they're sending up here.

So are you gonna do it?

Or let them handle

your dirty work?

It's over.

I've had enough killing.

I lost my wife, my child.

[GUNSHOT]

Uh-uh-uh.

I wouldn't, Mr. Gibson.

My orders are to bring you in.

No one said in what condition.

Sir, Subject 373 is secure.

[]

We got played.

Game over.

It's the end of the line.

Start packing up.

- He won't give us up.

- He won't have a choice.

They'll torture him

or trick him.

He's a good man.

Was a good man.

Now, let it go.

[GROANING]

[BENNETT]:

You too, huh?

Yeah, they're rounding up

the troublemakers.

I got caught

trying to go to the media.

I was sold out.

Man,

Hope pulled all the strings.

Where are we?

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