Scanners II: The New Order

Hey, what the hell.

Ooh!

'Commander Forrester,

Gelson on line four, sir.'

Forrester.

- Listen, we've got another one.

- Are you sure?

He trashed an arcade full of video games

without touchin' 'em.

Two officers chased him into

the Ricks Brothers warehouse on 37th.

Keep this off the airwaves. I'm on my way.

'You got it.'

- Yeah.

- 'I think we found another one. Get ready.'

Great.

Shut up.

- Where is he?

- Inside, sir.

- Is he alone?

- Yes, sir.

Block up both ends of the street.

Leave me alone!

What are you looking at?

You're not allowed to look at me.

He's in there.

You hear him?

Hurry. Let's go.

- I brought Feck and Gruner.

- Scanners, are you sure?

Nembutal boosters.

We want him unharmed.

I don't want a scan war up there.

Relax, they're not going to try to scan him.

We'll just use tranquillizers.

Ah!

Morning, Dr. Morse.

Hi, Doc.

Relax, Peter, you're amongst friends.

We understand you.

- Bullshit.

- My name is Dr. Morse.

My specialty is the study of scanners.

- Scanners...

- That's what you are, Peter.

- Scanner, huh?

- Mmm.

They called me worse names

in the nuthouse.

Well, they didn't understand you.

They said you were sick, didn't they?

Hmm? Well, you're not sick.

You're just very special, very talented.

What do you want with me, then?

I promise you one thing, Peter.

I won't send you back to the hospital.

- 'I asked you a question, Doctor.'

- 'I just want to help you.'

Liar, you want to use me like a guinea pig.

Stick wires in my head, control me.

The wires aren't to control. They're to help.

Give him the EPH-2.

Wait!

There was no other way.

Drak was a perfectly potent scanner,

but you're going to turn him into

another EPH-2 junkie.

Now he's had a taste, he'll want more

and within six months he'll deteriorate.

Right now it's the only way

we can control them.

Within a year, he'll be worthless.

Look at this.

You've got them under control, all right,

but they're useless to me.

It's pathetic.

They're just dying drug addicts now.

I think Drak is strong enough.

A combination of EPH-2 and psychotropics,

we can get some miles out of him.

'Now the local scene.

It's a hazy day out there in the metro area,

'with a pollution index of 7.5.

'People with respiratory conditions

are advised to stay indoors.

'Police have no suspects

in the milk murderer tampering case.

'Two children died of strychnine poisoning.

'A third remains in critical condition.'

'And on the sports scene, there are rumors

coming out of New York...'

Mr. Kellum, you're late.

Sorry.

You missed all the fun.

And, as you saw,

there's a metal ring lodged in the stomach.

So let's proceed with the gastrontomy.

Here's the stomach.

Scalpel.

Harris.

Are you all right?

I'm don't feel very well.

What's the matter? Are you squeamish?

No. I've just been getting

these headaches lately.

At least you don't have canine encephalitis.

Look at this puppy. We'll probably put him to

sleep when they're finished experimenting.

There's a good boy.

You're gonna be OK.

Be a good boy and we'll get you out of here.

So I never asked you where you're from.

Bridge Falls, Vermont.

My er... parents have a farm out there.

Only been gone three weeks

and I already miss it.

- Don't you like the city?

- No. What's to like?

So much noise, noise and traffic.

Sometimes you can't even breathe.

- Too many people.

- Hi, Alice.

- Hi, Glen.

- Don't you have any friends in the city?

Not really.

Well, I'll be your friend, David.

Alice... Leonardo, like the artist.

Well, look, I ought to get back to the dorm,

cram for that pathology assignment.

Pathology? On a Friday night?

David, that's pathetic.

I mean, you gotta have some fun.

- At least that's what this doctor orders.

- But you're only a vet.

And not for four years,

but some remedies work across species.

So what species am I?

We can talk about it over dinner.

Italian food.

- Look, I'm behind. I've got to get back.

- You don't have to.

But what have you got to lose?

- Nothing, I guess.

- Great.

Why did you decide to become a vet?

I like animals.

I feel comfortable around them.

- Not like humans, liars and hypocrites.

- You're so right.

There are good sides to humans.

- I thought you were shy.

- Only with humans.

- So what am I?

- I'm not sure yet.

I guess I'll have to buy you a drink.

What do you want?

A draught.

A draught and a Pepsi.

David!

Forget it.

David?

I'm sorry.

I...

I didn't mean to run out of there like that.

Oh, the migraines are just so bad lately.

'Mr. Montoya told us that you were

the price of doing business in this town.'

'You're right. I am the best lawyer in town.'

Not any more, Karman, baby.

So how can I help you?

We've got a pipeline for 50ks a month

straight from Peru.

Now, this is not our turf.

We need introductions.

Uh-huh, I see.

By the way, your introduction, Mr. Montoya,

just happens to have been

cremated two weeks ago.

Who the hell do you think

you're f***ing with here?

Show these zombies the stairs.

What's the matter, counselor?

Little nosebleed. Maybe it's the blow.

Your mother's phone number.

That's sweet.

Fire!

Scum.

'Now I'll try and get

a few words from Commander Forrester.'

'This office used to belong

'to the most corrupt lawyer in the city,

Mr. Karman Lucret.

'Like you see here tonight, we'll need

surgeons who will rid society of his kind.

'Lucret put criminals back on the street.

Now he doesn't.'

You know... when my parents

brought me to this country,

they were looking for freedom, for security

and a chance for a better life.

All of this is now in danger.

If we are going to save the society,

we're gonna have to cure crime.

'We'll need new

and more powerful medicines.

'We'll need surgical procedures,

like you see here tonight.

'We need an entire new order in our society,

a coalition of political figures,

law-enforcement officers

and honest citizens.'

Good morning, Louise.

Thanks.

Who do you think you are, talking to

the press without my authorization?

- I apologize.

- Apologize to the Mayor.

There was smoke coming

out of her ears all morning

over that line of yours

about flaccid leadership.

What's this about this new order of yours?

It's just rhetoric, Chief.

The only new order around here is when

I investigate your so-called special unit.

Have a nice day, sir.

- How's everything?

- Not good.

Elaine, one of our female scanners,

just died. We're losing too many too fast.

The only functional scanners

we have left are Feck, Gruner and Drak.

I wouldn't call that functional.

He's got tremendous command of

his powers. He could bounce back.

He's a psychopath.

What we need is a clean scanner.

A virgin mind.

- Who is it?

- It's David.

Hi there. I was just about

to get dinner ready.

Enter.

Kiss?

What's in the blanket?

- Oh, my God.

- He's all right. He's completely cured.

Hi there.

I told you, I have a way with animals.

- He's adorable.

- He's yours.

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