Johnny Mnemonic Page #3

Jesus, you're sick!

You strung out or what?|You got NAS!

You have the black shakes.

Whatever it is you have,|you're sidelined, right?

I've got to make this meeting.|Hey! Can you hear me?

Spider. He could help you !

He could help me.

If you're not expected,|you're not invited.

So f*** off, okay?

It's Jane.|She says you know her.

Get down here, man.|She's sick.

Look, I've got to run.

Shut up. Give me that|muscle relaxant over there.

The red one.

It's NAS, right?

Yeah, the black shakes.|Like half the people on the planet.

Let me tell you something|so you get this straight.

It's not my work that got her this way.|My work is clean.

Besides, you don't get this sh*t|from amp jobs.

That's a myth.

So what does cause it?

The world causes it.|This causes it!

Information overload,|all the electronics...

poisoning the airwaves!

Technological f***ing civilization!

But we still have all this sh*t,|because we can't live without it.

Let me do my work.

Whoa. Street preacher's out.

J-Bone, you copying?

That son of a b*tch doesn't have|one natural bone...

Left in his body.

He really a preacher, J-Bone?

Preacher? That motherf***er's|got God and technology ass-backward.

He'll kill anybody for money|just to keep his body full of implants.

Want me to follow him?

Stay away from him.

He's too crazy.

Anna Kalmann, founder,|former CEO...

of the multinational|PharmaKominat lndustries, Zurich.

Born August 1, 1965.|Died September 3, 2015.

Died? Six years ago?

She was imprinted to PharmaKom's...

neural-net installation in Zurich|prior to onset of morbidity.

Imprinted?

Her neural-net persona|has Swiss citizenship...

under the artificial|intelligence laws of 2006.

She advises the current board|from this state of being.

PharmaKom, Newark.

What are you doing?

Just looking.

Don't touch anything.|Who the f*** are you anyway?

Johnny who?

Just Johnny.

It looks like a full-service shop.|How are you on brain implants?

Silicon implants, neural overlays,|memory augmentation?

We don't get much of that out here|in Newark, Just Johnny.

Kind of upscale for us,|you know?

Got mine in Singapore.

Oh, yeah?|What's your deal, Just Johnny?

I got this problem.

Up here.

"They err in vision.|They stumble in judgment.

For all the tables are full...

of vomit and filthiness.

So that there is no place clean."

You should have seen it betore.

Isaiah.

Isaiah? Mine's Hooky.

Hey!

The girl that took Ralfi's boy...

out of the back room.

Who is she?

You expect me to remember...

half the sh*t?

Heal!

Oh, man.|Why'd you have to do that?

- Who's the girl?|- A wanna be.

She's always hanging around here|looking for a job.

Name?

Jane.

More.

- One of Spider's jobs.|- Spider?

He's a flesh mechanic--|implants and sh*t, you know?

They said he used to|be a legit doctor once, but--

Where?

They did some serious shoehorning|to get that in there.

Let's skip the technical critique.|I need some help.

You don't know the half.

Must be hurting like hell.

Think I need you to tell me that?|I got 320 gigs in here.

Yeah? What is it exactly?

What kind of stuff?

I haven't got a clue, and I don't have|a download code either.

Hey.

You doing okay?

Good girl, Janie.

You brought him to the right place.

You can fix him?

I don't know.

With his seepage,|if I could work a download...

I don't know|if the product would be coherent.

F*** the product.|I just want it out.

I wish it was that simple.

Allcome. Dr. Allcome.

Ever hear that name?

- Maybe.|- Where is he?

Maybe! Why do you want to see him?

Oh, come on, Spider.

I'll make sure Just Johnny|gets to see who he needs to see...

but you need bed rest, down time.

He's my client.

I'm telling you,|you've got to sleep!

Just tell me where to go.

All right.|I'll drive you.

Right.

- Halt, sinners!|- F***!

Spider, look out!

Who the f*** was that?

You don't want to know.

Jesus.

Where are we?

You'll see.

He's been this way for an hour now.|I don't know what to do with him.

If we still got any Paralon B,|give him 20 mg's.

F***ing PharmaKom, man.

That sh*t costs two grand|per clinical unit.

Okay, keep him warm|and bring his charts.

Here are the charts, Doctor.

Where's Dr. Allcome?

Dr. Allcome is a name|used when we've got a major problem...

and don't want to spook the patients.

"Doctor all come to ward seven."

We drop everything|and haul ass to wherever.

Usually means a crazy, somebody violent.

But I saw it on the fax buffer.

That tax was meant tor us.

Who's "us?"|Hey, wait a minute!

Who's "us?"

The NAS underground.|People who keep this place going.

People like me.|Get on the table.

Why?

Don't be a bigger a**hole than you|have to. Just get on the table.

All right.

Jack in.

Lie down.

Let's take a look at this sh*t.

No access code?

Except for one image|out of three.

It won't help.|What'd they use? Random images?

Yeah. From the TV.

I've got some decryption codes here.|I'll run them.

Janie, you should|really lie down.

Can you break the code?

If I get lucky.|Really lucky.

F***!

No dice?

- No. But I can get it out.|- How ?

A general anesthetic,|a cranial drill and a pair of torceps.

I could die, right?

It's gonna kill you anyway.

If I take it out, you'll probably|survive but lose some fine motor skills.

You might not remember anything|for more than three minutes.

F*** that!

Let me tell you|what you've got in there...

and what it's worth to the world!

You're carrying|the cure for NAS.

You're telling me I got--

PharmaKom's R&D on their cure|for Nerve Attenuation Syndrome.

Plus the field trials to prove|that it works-- and it really works.

You mean, like a real cure?

They could have you straightened out|in three weeks.

You and everybody else.

Everybody's trying|to cut off my head.

So Saigon can run it through|a quantum interference detector.

Then they would have the cure.|We wouldn't.

You keep that thing in your head|and nobody can save you.

Plus, the cure is gone forever.

I can save the cure.

Even with the code, the seepage is so|bad it'd probably come out as garbage.

What's it supposed to matter to me|if I'm dead? Follow me?

The cure can save millions. You're gonna|die anyway if we don't get it out.

All I know is that whatever's|in my head is worth a lot of money.

Why should I trust you?

You're supposed to be my bodyguard.

Bodyguard!

You're not walking out|with that cure in your head!

That cure is mine!

Behold your savior!

Get out of the building!|It's your only chance!

Go! Get him to Jones!

Go!

Who is Jones?

He's that guy|who fucks your mother.

Where are they?

I couldn't make the meeting,|but I'm still up for it.

- Are you?|- Certainly.

This time:
on the bridge,|landfill five.

Bring the rest of the code.|I'll find you.

I'll be there.

I want to negotiate.

Yes, sir.

Great. If they don't kill you,|J-Bone will.

Listen to me before it's too late.

We're running out of time.|He's carrying the cure for--

I told her|if she wants to get with me...

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