The Net Page #5

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I need more information.

"LAX, Wall Street, Atlanta.

Dangerous. Don't mess with them."

They've already

started messing with me.

"Meet in IRL. In Private.

In real life."

No, no.

It's gotta be a public place.

Where it's safe

with a lot of people.

The Santa Monica Pier by...

Where?

The Ferris wheel.

- Any luck?

- 8833 Rosewood in West Hollywood.

Remind me to buy you guys

something nice.

Hello?

Angie!

Come on, let me in.

I'm dying out here with this food.

Sorry.

- I thought, you know.

- Forget it.

I figured you'd be hungry

so I stopped on the way over.

I got your favorite.

Chinese.

It's your favorite.

I never cared for it, remember?

That's immaterial. I knew

it was somebody's favorite.

- How's my mom?

- Mom is fine.

She's safely ensconced at the

county sanitarium. Everything's good.

- Great. Thank you.

- Listen.

About the Chinese.

Let me make it up to you.

Let's go to that Greek restaurant.

- I can't. I gotta go.

- Really?

Every time I see you now

you're running away.

I'm not. There's a guy

from the Internet...

who might know something

about what's going on.

Can I tell you about Ben Phillips,

the guy you wanted me to talk to?

I told him your story. He wants

to see you first thing in the morning.

Can't you wait...

Does he know about LAX and Wall Street,

and what happened in Atlanta?

Of course. Kids black out part of

a power grid and spell "Braves Suck."

Is that a national emergency?

Cyberbob's figured it out,

and he knows what he's doing.

- If we don't talk, it'll be too late.

- Listen to you! Cyberbob!

You're meeting a guy named Cyberbob!

Have you ever even seen him?

- I don't want you going alone.

- Come with me.

- Sure. Where are we to meet him?

- Santa Monica Pier.

- Yeah?

- Hi. Bob Fox?

These people are dangerous. They killed

Dale because of what he knew.

- They think I have this program.

- I'm with you.

But first, somebody tries to kill you,

now this guy Dale...

They put somebody in my place

at Cathedral to get rid of any traces.

Why would anybody want to do this?

They would want somebody

in Cathedral's mainframe to set traps...

to make sure

this doesn't happen again.

That would take weeks!

You cannot do that from the outside.

Remember that Internet number

that Devlin guy had?

I plugged it in, and I'm staring

at the personaI medical files...

of the Undersecretary of Defense

Michael Bergstrom.

- The guy who blew his head off.

- Yeah.

They said a computer blood test

told him he had AIDS, right?

When they did the autopsy,

there was no HIV found.

Maybe when they do my autopsy,

I can finally prove I'm not Ruth Marx.

What's frightening me is I'm starting

to think you're not delusional.

I need to get back to Cathedral...

get on that Mozart's Ghost program,

'cause that's gotta be it.

They've got this echo system

on their computers...

where you can retrace your keystrokes

in case you made a mistake.

Are you all right?

Alan, what's the matter?

Pull over.

You're scaring me. Come on!

Talk to me.

-Pills.

-What pills? What are you talking about?

Get over here.

We'll go to the hospital.

Be okay, isn't he?

He's allergic to penicillin.

They have him intubated and pumped

full of epinephrine.

- I have no idea what you said.

- He's going to be fine.

If you like, you can go see him now.

I would like that. Thank you.

How do you feel?

- I'm starving.

- Yeah?

Well, the minute you get out...

I'll cook you the best microwave meal

you've ever had.

How long they gonna keep me here?

I think just another day.

And will you be handling

the outpatient care, nurse?

Do you mind?

Visions of sponge baths

dance in my head.

I gotta go.

You gonna be okay?

I'll be fine.

I'm more worried about you.

I'll be fine.

Wish it was over,

but I'll be fine.

I know.

Come here.

I wanna tell you something.

Come closer.

I've wanted to do that

since yesterday.

Yeah, well...

when you get better,

I might let you do it again.

- Do you still think I'm crazy?

- Sure, I do.

Always have.

Get your cotton candy, fifty cents.

Great picture!

Bye.

How you doin'?

Howdy.

Everybody's a winner!

Step right up.

Honey, wanna dance?

Give Benny a big hug.

Come back here.

It's safer to stay right here.

Sorry, Bob couldn't make it.

Hey! I hope this isn't how you greet

all your old lovers.

That's not exactly the category

you fit into.

I'm surprised you didn't kill me,

then f*** me.

It was difficult, right?

I was genuinely attracted to you.

I still am.

I'm gonna genuinely attract

the Santa Monica Police...

if you don't let go of me now.

You've been avoiding them

since you ran out of that house.

They'd still be very interested

in hearing...

how you crashed Dale Hessman's plane,

how you tried to kill me.

- They'd love to hear about that.

- Go ahead. Feel tree.

They'd be happy

to make your acquaintance.

Do you know that Ruth Marx

has a criminal record?

For drugs...

prostitution.

- You've got quite a record.

- Almost as good as Bergstrom has.

I know about Bergstrom's suicide

and I know alI about the Praetorians.

I'm sure they'd love

to hear about that.

Everybody has their button...

and Bergstrom's just happened

to be homophobia.

You have to know people well enough

to know...

which button to push.

I don't have your disk.

If I had it, I would give it to you.

- It was ruined in Mexico.

- It's okay.

But all we need now is what's up here,

so you come with me.

I promise you I'll look after you.

Come on.

I don't understand.

What do you want?

It's not about what I want.

It's about what my employers want.

Take a look around you.

Think things are working?

I don't think so.

-They think they can make things better.

-By killing people?

I don't ask too many questions.

I suggest you do the same.

Big boy, dance.

Don't push!

Hey, you, jerk! Jeez!

Dr. Henry to ICU.

Dr. Garcia,

stat to ambulance bay.

Code blue, 515 west.

Everybody clear? Three hundred.

Let's go.

Everybody, clear.

He's got no pulse.

Get her outta here!

He's my friend.

- Please help me.

- Let me go!

- Hit him again. Clear.

- Alan, no.

Get off of me!

- Mrs. Champion, I'm sorry.

- I'm not Mrs. Champion.

There were complications.

Would you like me

to call you a cab?

You're very upset.

Can someone pick you up?

Ma'am?

Would you like to talk

with a counselor?

Maybe you should lie down for a while.

I don't understand.

You said he was gonna be fine.

I know I did. I'm sorry.

- We think the insulin caused...

- No, he was on penicillin.

Dr. Champion was being held

for the treatment of diabetes.

- He went into insulin shock at 9:25.

- He was not a diabetic.

I'm afraid he was.

I can pull up his files.

Hello?

You've no idea what it does to me

hearing the sound of your voice.

Don't hang up. Please.

This is important.

If you would...

just take a step back

from all of this...

you'd see that you and I,

we're really not so very different.

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