Xchange Page #5

Read and store everything

and give me what you got

on Xchange.

International Commission

on Mind Xchange.

Play it.

Renard:
And I cannot stress

strongly enough

that this technology

is too important

to be used simply as

a corpie travel perk

and a sneaky way to relax

work safety rules. What--

Stop.

George, skip to the end,

then back up 30 seconds

and play it.

What about pure research?

There could be

medical applications.

We have to think

about it.

It's our responsibility.

George:
Two individuals

at the door.

Stop.

Male, identities unknown.

Yes?

Mr. Toffler, this is

police officer Walsh.

May we talk to you? We believe

we've found your body.

Really?

Show your I Ds, please.

George:

Badges authenticated,

but voice analysis

does not match.

George, clear.

Sorry to disturb you

like this, sir.

I think it'd be better

if you came downtown with us.

No problem.

Just have to turn off

the stove.

- George.

- Waiting.

Officer:
Won't your computer

take care of that?

It's an upgrade.

Can't get it to do

a damn thing.

Playtime !

( shrill siren )

George:

Crimescan is activated.

Sonic stun complete.

Audio and infrared video

is being made.

Where'd he go, Freddy?

I don't know!

There he is !

( rapid gunfire )

I repeat, Crimescan

has been activated.

Got you, Toffler!

( shots resume )

Freddy?

Freddy?

Toffler:

Lights on !

Aah !

Police ! Drop it!

- Drop it!

- Wait.

F***ing cop killer!

H e's toast.

What?

God, I hate these things.

Playtime !

( shrill siren )

Security normal.

George:
Sir, shall I return

to search on Madeline Renard?

Pistol:
Warning.

U nauthorized user.

F***ing safety features.

Gimme a hand.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( rattling )

So, what's floating,

boss man?

I'll tell you

what's floating.

Because you f***ed up,

Freddy's dead,

and now we have to use our

last seeker missile on Toffler.

And how do you propose

we find him?

I've got his own

I D Xchange data.

If he wears his real I D,

then the cops'll get him.

If he wears his Xchange,

then this missile will.

What if he

isn't wearing either?

That's a good point.

That's a really good point.

If he's not wearing either,

then you owe me S250,000

for this missile,

mace face.

Dickerson:
Look, I'm gonna

ask you one more time,

Miss De Waay.

Did Toffler steal that body?

Technically, yes.

H e's not legally allowed

off the compound.

There's a world of difference

between ''technically''

and sic'ing the hounds on him !

Now, I want all the data

from your psych screens,

and I want them now.

Agent Dickerson.

Seems to me

you're up a little early

for someone who's working

the graveyard shift.

Maybe if you got some sleep

instead of threatening

law-abiding citizens,

you'd get farther

in this world.

Piece of advice:

Be nice to me.

Who knows, maybe I'll put in

a good word for you

next time I play golf

with the Attorney General.

If you any more questions,

my assistant Walt Simons

will be happy to help you.

Goodbye.

( siren approaching )

Man:

H ey!

Get up here !

Where's your I D?

Go punch in

and get a hardhat.

H ey, Fisk!

Fisk!

What's up?

Check it out.

That's it.

H e's got the I D on.

Showtime.

( more sirens )

Toffler to himself:

Sh*t.

They must be tracking

my I D.

Toffler:

Oh, my God !

No, it's okay.

They're solar batteries.

They last a couple of days.

They could still get them.

You know something, Rix?

I hate optimists.

Well, can't you just--

Just get back to me,

all right.

Well?

Gone.

The police had him,

they lost him.

What!

Disappeared.

Well, great.

I guess I'm going

to N ew York.

If you need me,

that's where I'll be.

Oh, and Walt,

go down and get measured

for your radiation suit.

I'm looking

for Madeline Renard.

I'm afraid you have

the wrong address.

Goodbye.

Please,

I don't have much time.

Wait!

Who are you?

I'm in a G.E.F.

My real body

was stolen.

They're trying

to kill me.

Please enter the building.

( signal tone )

My machine has found

weapons on you.

Place your bag

on the floor

and step back 1 0 feet.

You may enter now.

It's a voice simulizer.

I have a lot of enemies.

I'm listening.

Dickerson:

Okay, okay, this is the part

where the security camera

gets shot out.

So it's anyone's guess

how it ended,

but its my guess

he was defending himself.

H mm, fine.

Now prove it.

Meanwhile, I've got

two dead cops

shot by a fugitive

wanted for body theft.

Oh, come on,

that charge was bullshit!

I talked to Xchange.

They lost his body

and he panicked.

Dickerson, do you mind

telling me one thing?

Who's authorizing

this investigation?

I am.

Well...

you are screwed.

What can I do?

I can get you

on the N ews N etwork.

How will that help?

Well, every time

something's gone wrong,

Xchange has paid

the people off.

Now we've got them

red handed.

And you are

the smoking gun.

Yeah, but how

will that help me?

Don't you want to stop it

from happening to someone else?

Right no, I want to stop

this from happening to me.

And how about the police?

I can't. I'm wanted.

Why?

It's a little difficult

to explain.

Oh, and they're probably

on their way here right now.

No, I can't be tracked.

Let me see.

We gotta do it quick

or they'll be able

to find me.

The purple one is mine

and the orange one

came with this body.

Purple, huh?

So you're some

high level corpie?

What difference

does that make?

Toffler?

Is that you in there?

Mr. Corp himself.

Oh, I'm sure Xchange

would be

''deeply saddened to have any

role in this tragic accident.''

What was it again?

'' No matter how slight

or circumstantial''?

Maddie, please,

I know this seems ironic.

No, it's not ironic.

It's just.

It's the first time

I've ever heard of it

happening

to the right person.

I need your help.

You corpies, you think

your own little success

proves the corporate

system works.

Who do you think you are?

You waltz in here

and you expect me

to save your ass?

You're right, okay?

Is that what you want

to hear?

That I'm overprivileged?

That I'm sorry?

Okay, I'm sorry.

Now I have

30 hours to live.

Will you help me?

I really need

to think about this.

Think about what, Madeline?

It's me, Stuart.

Doesn't that mean anything?

Don't!

There was never anything

and you made that

perfectly obvious !

Bullshit!

I need your help

or I'm dead.

I'll do anything you ask.

You'll give access

to internal documents

with the ranking

above C-7?

Will you?

Yes.

And you'll appear

in court

and on TV

to authenticate them?

Whatever you want.

Good.

Now we just

have to find Fisk,

and I can finally

nail Xchange.

( buzzing )

So you really think

Xchange would try to kill me?

Of course they would.

Word gets out

they lost your body,

they're out of business.

What about Fisk?

Why would he want

to kill you?

Wait a minute.

Maybe he's already

killed somebody.

What do you mean?

At the San Francisco

press conference

Quayle Scott knew

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