Johnny Mnemonic Page #2

Feels like my brain's gonna explode.

I think your friend|can take care of that.

Ralfi, you lying sack of sh*t.

Please, let's work this out|like gentlemen.

In this business, you only f*** up once|with the Yakuza.

We'll need a bucket.

Put it here beside the table.

Can we talk?

Talk.

I have one image of the access code.|You have the other two.

I'll give you the data.|Everybody happy.

You don't understand.

They want the data and|everything it's ever been stored in.

There's less danger|of information decay.

We don't have to worry|about anyone going in...

with mnemonic sensors.

These days, you see...

dead men can tell tales.

There's some way|to work this out!

There is.

Hurry up. Please.

What is going on?

I'll slit his f***ing throat, b*tch.

So? The other guy's gonna|cut his whole head off.

- Say we pay you to walk away?|- I'll pay 20 grand.

You wouldn't believe|the sh*t you're in.

Fifty.

Deal.

You b*tch!

It's okay.|I got the gun. Let's go.

Time to go!

B*tch!

Hey! You could have|f***ing killed me!

Get out of my way!

What are you doing?

My gear.

In here.

Back door.

Thanks, J-Bone.

We'll find you again!

Count on it!

Down!

You LoTeks will regret this.

I have to get on-line.|Must be some way to square this.

Fifty thou', you said.

Time I see the color.

Right. You were terrific.

So if you'll point the way out|and give me an account number--

Account number?

I'm on you till you pay.

How come they want|to cut off your head?

Usually they just|off people around here.

Long story.

I'm gonna be around|until I get paid, so--

I can carry nearly 80 gigs of data|in my head.

But somebody stuck in more,|and I don't know how to get it out.

Wait. You're a smuggler?|In your head?

What's wrong?

Come here. Sit down.

Oh, man, you are f***ed up severe.

Stay quiet, boy. Okay?

Papa!

Takahashi. How sad.

The loss of a child.

They know that your purpose|in life has been lost.

It died with your daughter.

You have become a risk to them.

Take a good look|at their errand boy.

The one who wants|the courier's head.

He's plotting to destroy you.

You must neutralize him,|Takahashi.

I promise you...

the courier,|what he carries...

can give you new purpose in life.

I was PharmaKom,|and l--

They're listening.

They're everywhere.

It's just my stuff.

Mace, throwing spikes, grenade.

Everything a girl needs.

You let me sleep?

You needed it.

I'm in a hurry.

I'm dead it I don't get this|out of my head.

Hey. Do you ever sneak a look|at what you carry?

Usually there's a code,|like a lock.

Well, when there isn't?

No. It goes with the territory.

Safer for me|and the client.

How come you knew those, uh--

Oh, call them LoTeks.

I sort of hung with them|when I was a kid.

How do you fit all that sh*t|in your head anyway?

Must have been pretty good|at memorizing, huh?

Implant. Wet-wired.

I had to dump a chunk|of long-term memory.

You had to dump what?

My childhood.

Your childhood?

Really?

All of it?|You can't remember a thing?

Maybe there's some residual traces.

Every now and then there's something,|but I can never hold onto it.

That's a seriously|weird-ass thing to do.

Maybe I didn't lose anything|I wanted to keep.

I needed the space for the job.

You got parents and stuff?

You got parents and stuff?

Yeah. Once.

But I haven't seen them in years.

Anyway, I don't think|about it much, okay?

What do you think about?

When you're alone?

I think I want to get out|of this rat hole.

I want to get on-line.|I need a computer!

Where'd you learn to do that?

I used to have a summer job|breaking and entering.

I need a Sino-Logic 16...

Sogo-7 data-gloves,|a GPL stealth module...

one Burdine intelligent translator|and Thompson eye phones.

Password, enter.

Welcome to BRT on-line.

Global Net selected.

What are you doing?

Making a long-distance phone call.|Beijing. A hotel.

Beijing selected.

Access denied.

Access granted.

Hotel Beijing selected.

General accounts selected.

Fax charges, suite 2571...

He'll try to make a move.

He'll use his connections on the net.

Narrow the band width.

Go low rent.

On-line translation.

Translator selected.

Sh*t. It's just an all-night|copy shop...

they were faxing to|here in Newark.

Local net selected.

Hold it.

Command terminated.

Come on, baby.

All the way back to Newark.

Copy shop.

It's here.

Fax buffer selected.

Part of it's here|in the buffer of their fax modem.

Nothing but a name:|Dr. Allcome.

Nothing came through.

Sh*t!

Let's go.

No, I'm gonna try something else.|A guy called Strike.

He runs a board in this sector.|Maybe he can find this doctor.

We're on him.

He's using a Sino-Logic 16,|GPL stealth module.

Crazy Bob's Computer Shop...

Initiate the virus.

Access denied.

Let me in.

Access granted.

Get off my board, man.|You are too hot.

You're a hit waiting to happen.

Off!

You owe me, Strike.

I don't owe you that much.

I could crash you from here.|Wipe out your board!

Johnny, don't, man.|That's my livelihood.

Then stop bullshitting me.|I need to know what I'm holding.

Why is the Yakuza after it?|Who's Dr. Allcome?

All I know is...

you've got a head|full of PharmaKom data...

and they've hired the Yakuza|to get it out.

PharmaKom?

Sh*t! They put a virus on us.

Get out of here, man!|I never heard of any Dr. Malcolm.

Johnny. Hurry, Johnny.|They're coming.

Who the hell are you?

Got to go now.

Come on.

Watch this.

Inform Takahashi...

his tracker was late|in locating the courier.

It seems he's already departed.

Mr. Takahashi, Shinji has failed|again to locate the courier.

Get me Karl.

Church of the Retransfiguration.|Thank you for calling.

I need your services.

We hold services nightly.

You should join us.

A special one.

You need someone|brought to Jesus...

or to you?

Only one part:
his head.

And who is this lost soul?

This sinner unrepentant?

A courier.

Last seen at the drome.|Name is Johnny.

If you get me the head in 24 hours...

triple the fee.

Karl, do not fail me.

Hey! What are you doing?

Mind if I use this?

Man owes me 50 thou',|and he's scamming my phone card.

And it's still our first date.

Welcome to AT&T.

Enter password.

This is an unlisted number.|How did you get it?

Don't like surprises?

No, and it's a federal offense|to hack shielded lines.

I have 320 gigabytes|of PharmaKom data.

Don't bother.|I'll be out of here in 20 seconds.

So, what exactly is it|that you want?

Your data out of my head.

That can be arranged.

Let's meet.

Where?

They're gonna chop your head off!

They're gonna chop your head off!

They'll negotiate.|They're corporate.

So's the Yakuza.

If you don't come, fine.

It's not your kind of scene.

If it works out, I'll pay you.|If it doesn't--

If it doesn't,|you're one dead Johnny.

I will be anyway,|if I don't get this sh*t out of my head.

Listen.

I know this guy Spider.

Used to be a doctor.|He could help you.

Fix your--

Hey, what's with you?

I'll be all right.

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