Johnny Mnemonic

Good morning.|This is your wake-up call.

Thank you for staying|at the New Darwin Inn.

The time is 10:
30 a.m.

You have no new messages.

Johnny?

- Yeah?|- Never mind.

NAS:
Nerve Attenuation Syndrome.

So where is home?

Johnny?

Home?

Would you believe|I don't even know?

Yes. I would.

Going out?

Getting some ice.

We've got...

ice.

Pick it up, Ralfi.

How about it?

You said you'd lock down a date|for the procedure.

And hello to you too.

Ralfi. The date. When?

I'm sorry, Johnny. The Sheba surgeons|have changed their quote.

You told me 800K would cover it.

The fee for removing the implant|is now one-million-five.

That is complete memory recovery.

If you don't want it all back...

they may come down.

If I just wanted the silicon|dug out of my brain...

I could go to Mexico City!

I want a full restoration!|I want it all back.

Johnny, the Sheba boys,|they set the price.

- I've done what I can.|- Come on, Ralfi.

One more run, Johnny.

And then you could cover it,|provided it's a rich one.

What have you got?

It depends.|Did you get that upgrade?

Very good. Pick-up is in central Beijing|tomorrow night, 10:00.

This is the big one.

Don't be late, Johnny.

Paging Mr. Smith.

NAS, the so-called black shakes...

first identified in 2010|in a small population--

Snatch back your brain, zombie,|and hold it!

Sorry, technical difficulty.

Please come in.

Activating Pemex Memory Doubler.

Your present capacity:|80 gigabytes.

Doubler loading.

Your storage capacity is now|160 gigabytes.

Warning:
Do not exceed capacity.

The courier is late.

Be calm.

Double cheese? Anchovies?

You are Mister--

- Smith.|- You are late.

Right.

Question.

You're not the kind of people|I usually work for.

We are new at this.

No sh*t.

We approached you|through the correct channels.

We paid half to the Swiss account|exactly as your agent instructed.

Here's your ticket.|First class.

Let's see the upload.

Motion detector.

How much am I carrying?

Your storage capacity?

Where am I taking it?

Newark.

Your storage capacity?

More than adequate.

Somebody'll take him|to Las Vegas?

It is extremely dangerous...

if the upload volume|exceeds your storage capacity.

Synaptic seepage can kill you|in two or three days.

Plus, the data...

may be corrupted and coherent download|will be impossible.

We don't have a problem.

Are we loading or not?

Your ticket.

Ralfi, your agent...

will arrange the meet|for the download.

When the counter approaches zero...

click on three frames off the TV.

Any three. They'll meld with the data,|and I won't know what they are.

That's the download code.

You get a hard copy.

You fax one copy|to your connection on the other side.

When I get there,|we feed in the code and download.

Understand?

Upload begins|when you press here.

Who's the target?

Scientists.

PharmaKom R&D people.

Detectors.

Hit me.

The access code.

Mr. Smith?

Where's the bathroom?

- What?|- The toilet.

Destroy the original!

Fax the images to Newark.

Oh, Jesus! Sh*t!

Water temperature is 17 degrees.

Next time, knock, baldy.

Transmission commencing.

Transmission interrupted.

Get him!

You !

Where is he going?

Where is he taking the data?

Newark!

Immigration control.|Please insert passport.

Beginning scan.

Warning:
lmplant detected.

Scanning dyslexia|prosthesis implant.

Government approved.

Warning:
detected synaptic seepage.

Neural failure within 24 hours.

Seek medical attention immediately.

Thank you.

Welcome to Newark.

Final boarding call,|Western Pacific Air...

flight 86, gate 113.

Tokyo wants me to recover|the stolen data...

for PharmaKominat Industries|of Zurich.

Our operation in Beijing|met with limited success.

The PharmaKom traitors are dead.

The courier, however,|escaped with the data.

He's on his way here,|to Newark.

I didn't want to disturb you|in your grief.

It must be very difficult|to lose an only child.

I can't say.

I'm to recover the head|of the mnemonic courier...

cryogenically preserved.

The traitors wiped|the PharmaKom mainframe.

If we lose the courier...

they've lost the data forever.

If the courier is in Newark...

it's my responsibility.

You have part of the courier's...

download code.

Just what's the deal here?

Johnny boy, my ass.|What's the f***ing score here?

I'm way overloaded, man.

You would not believe how much.

You told me you got upgraded.

Yeah, I did.|I got the goods.

I want them out of my head.|Did they get the code out?

Don't worry.|They said they can extract.

Extract?

What's going on, Ralfi?|This feels like a blown deal, man.

You say you have to get|the data out.

They are the only ones who can do it.|There's no other choice.

Trust me. I will tell the driver|where to take you.

Spider, I need to get some work.

About these episodes|you've been having.

I want to get you back to the shop|for some tests.

Hey, are you listening?

No more playing doctor,|remember?

That's not what I meant.

Look.

They must be the oldest bodyguards|in town.

I'm twice as fast as they are.

I'm worried about|your nervous system!

Especially it you continue|being a bodyguard.

Get out of here, b*tch.

Take it easy.

Your hired muscle's|aging on you, Ralfi.

I could've done you.

Time you hired|some young and fast.

You mean like you?

You're the best agent|for bodyguards in town.

I'm the fastest,|now Spider's jacked my system.

Hold out your hand.

Okay.

Fine. Just hold it there.

So?

Just hold it there.|You can hold it.

- Can't you?|- Yeah. Sure.

See?

Cheap street implants.

You're damaged goods.

Spider man jacked you up|all right.

Jacked her up so tight|she shakes.

I cannot use you,|not for muscle.

Ever considered something|a little less actively physical?

Like on your back, babe?

Or on your knees.

I'll get a gig, Ralfi.

Then I'm coming back for you.

Sure.

Yo, J-Bone.

What you clocking, man?

Some suit out from the city.

What for?

I don't know.|Suits don't come out here.

You're Johnny?

Am I?

I sure hope so.|Come on in.

We're here to help you.

We've got to stop meeting|like this.

Baldy.

Doctor will see you now.

You lied.

Time to die.

Time?

We've got all night, a**hole!

- Let me see it.|- Shut up, man.

Yo, J-man.

Toad!

You weren't on the menu.

- I want you to do something.|- Do?

Yes. Say 'bye.

Hold it right there.

You're tooling up.

As long as you understand|one thing:

We're even.|I don't owe you sh*t.

Who are you?

I'm J-Bone.

I run Heaven.

The LoTek headquarters.

Easy as apple pie|Easy as app--

- Johnny!|- They were waiting for me, Ralfi.

Two big, nasty men!

Johnny, please.|Let me explain. Johnny!

You set me up, my friend.

Johnny, it's not my fault.|There's been a screw-up!

You're dead if you don't get|this stuff out of my head.

Sh*t!

Not on the head!

Don't tell me you hit him|on the head.

This way.

Hooky, give me my sh*t.

Come on.

Looks like he's coming 'round.

Looks like he's coming 'round.

How you feeling, Johnny?

What'd they upload?

The goddamn Library of Congress?

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