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(electronic whirring)
(static hissing)
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(static hissing) (male speaks indistinctly)
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(static hissing) (siren wailing)
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(static flickering and hissing)
(gentle orchestral music)
(electronic whirring)
(gentle orchestral music continues)
(knocking at window) - Hey, Frank!
Frank!
(knocking continues)
Frank!
- Ah, fuck, Freddy.
(window clatters) (Frank groans)
Yeah, yeah, what's up, man?
- They're waiting for us.
- (scoffs) All right.
The stuff's in the trunk, man.
Ah, shit. (engine rumbles)
(trunk clatters open)
(Frank mumbles)
Check messages.
(electronic whirring) No.
Cancel, cancel, cancel.
Check messages.
Password: Aamina.
(Frank scoffs) (electronic beeping)
Shit.
(exhales loudly) Call Aamina.
- [Freddy] Let's go!
- Cancel.
Cancel call.
- [Freddy] Don't tell me you're taste testing the product?
- [Frank] Freddy, it's the latest shit from my new supplier.
You know I deal it, I don't use it.
- Don't let Aamina catch you.
♪ Mic - Look, you guys are
always on the edge. ♪ Dollar sign
- Just let me do the talking. - All right, all right.
Damn. (knocking on door)
♪ But I'll kill (door clatters open)
- [Block] What' up, Freddy?
- [Freddy] Block, what's up?
What's up, Alpha? - I gotta check you, man.
- Don't know this dude.
- This is Frank.
He's my boy.
He runs Aamina's outfit.
I told you he was comin'.
- [Block] Turn around.
- Show me what you brought!
Let's go.
(chest clatters open) - We've got the Vacays,
the Daydreamers, the One-Shots.
Untraceable to the memory originator.
Perfectly lena, baby, like my mama's house.
- They'd better be. (case thuds shut)
The shit you gave me last time
fucked up my girl for a week.
She couldn't even remember her name.
- (chuckles) Well, then you got that shit
from somewhere else, 'cause ours shit's clean.
(electronic whirring) (Alpha snorts)
- There's no Three-Sixties.
(object clanks) (intense dramatic music)
(case latch clatters)
Where the fuck is the Three-Sixties?
- Hey, man, they cost extra.
You know that.
- Nah, Sketch said that shit was in the order.
- Sketch didn't say nothin' about Three-Sixties,
and you know that.
(intense dramatic music swells)
(gun cocks) - Whoa!
Whoa, what the fuck, man?
- Huh?
- Whoa, bro, what's this about?
- You work for them? - What?
- Now, who the fuck you talking about?
Work for who? - Synapse!
Do you work for Synapse?
- Do we look like federal agents?
- Actually, yeah, you do,
because not all agents wear uniforms.
- Hey, man, listen.
We're just a couple businessmen like you.
(chuckles) Just some squirrels trying to get a nut, baby.
You know? (interposing voices)
- Oh, that's cute.
- Real cute.
- Except my customers are tired of this 2-D shit!
They need Three-Sixties.
They want the full, immersive experience.
So where the fuck are
my Three-Sixties, huh? - We're gonna get
you Three-Sixties.
We just gotta talk, - Yeah, you better be right.
- and we can't talk
when you got a gun- - I can talk just fine!
Sketch said they were in the order!
So where the fuck
are my Three-Sixties, huh? (male speaks indistinctly)
- Shit, you guys, I'm sorry.
Just a quick timeout. (phone rings)
(chuckles) All right, this is my lady calling,
and she's been trying to call me all day.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
One sec, okay?
I gotta take this.
- Frank? - I just need
one sec (mumbles). (electronic whirring)
Aamina, hey, baby.
Hey, I'm in the middle of
this thing with- - Frank.
- Did your man just call a timeout?
- [Aamina's Voice On Phone] I have something to tell you.
- [Frank] Huh?
- No, he didn't call a timeout.
He's just going through
some stuff right now. - What?
- Look, you're not gonna- - I'm gonna fuckin' blast you.
- [Block] Why wouldn't we kill you?
- [Freddy] Because it's gonna make a mess,
and you live here,
and you don't wanna fuckin'-
- You think I don't have fuckin' handy?
I got people coming twice a month, motherfucker.
- Well, that shit is rough. (Frank laughs)
- Oh, my god!
(intense dramatic music)
I'm gonna be a fuckin' dad!
(intense dramatic music continues)
(gun clanks)
- Congratulations, man.
- [Alpha] Hey!
- Man, the dude just found out he's gonna be a dad.
I can't shoot him.
- Hey, you guys, this calls for some celebration, all right?
I got this.
(intense dramatic music swells)
On the house.
(intense dramatic music continues)
We cool?
(gun clanks) - Mazel tov, man.
Welcome to fatherhood!
(intense dramatic music continues)
- Bro, I'm sorry, man.
Bro- - Sorry?
Are you kidding me?
- Oh. - Congratulations, man!
(hands tapping)
(both laughing)
- Oh, my goodness- - Tonight, we're gonna party.
We'll get Jackie, we get Big, bring Aamina, my place.
Come here, come here, come here, come here.
- All right, I love you.
- [Freddy] I love you too, brother.
(both laughing)
(hand taps)
Hey, still gotta talk about those Three-Sixties.
- Yeah.
(intense dramatic music)
Fuck, yeah!
(uptempo pop music)
♪ Whoa
- [Radio Commentator] Remember what they
called it back then?
Synapse memory replacement therapy.
Now, on any given day,
I can buy any memory I want on the street.
Mems Tech, the same company that gave us the technology
started this new drug epidemic!
Now, they handle the enforcement
and arrest of those who sell it illegally.
Anyone else see a conflict of interest here?
It's chaos out there.
Hey, Synapse, thanks, but no thanks.
I'll keep the memories I made myself,
and keep everyone else's out.
- All right, turn it off. - That's my opinion.
I'd like to hear what- (radio clicks off)
- [Nathan] So this guy, what's his story?
- His name's Russell.
He was one of my runners.
- No, shit?
What happened?
- Got greedy.
Started making his own tech,
modifying it, putting in his own add-ons.
- What's the problem with that?
I know plenty of runners who modify.
- And you know a lot of runners
who frequent elementary schools?
Sell tech to kids?
(whistle trills)
You know that school shooting that happened last year?
- Yeah.
- That was his tech.
- Motherfuck!
(footsteps pattering)
- Here's how it's gonna go down.
You and I take him together.
Do not engage him alone.
I like that.
Use that, keep that.
But you and I take him together.
All right? - Yeah, yeah.
He's gettin' froggy.
(engine revs)
He's gettin' froggy.
(intense dramatic music) Shit!
- [Agent 702] 313, wait!
(siren wails in the distance) (footsteps pattering)
(horn blares) (car door slams shut)
(footsteps pattering)
(intense electric music)
(footsteps continue pattering)
(gate clanks and rattles)
(dog barks in the distance) (footsteps pattering)
- Stop!
(engine roars)
(intense electric music continues)
(footsteps pattering)
(intense electric music continues)
(footsteps clomping) (door clatters)
(horn honks)
(intense electric music continues)
(door clangs open)
(chair clatters)
(intense electric music continues)
(air whooshing) (bodies thudding)
(fists slapping) (Nathan groaning)
(hits thudding)
(Nathan groans) (thudding continues)
(Nathan clomps)
(foot thudding) (Nathan groans)
(Nathan grunts painfully) (intense dramatic tones)
(electronic whirring) - What is the soul?
(wind whipping)
Is there a soul?
(distorted laughing)
What makes us us?
(electronic whooshing) (intense whirring)
(gun clicks)
(intense whirring) (Nathan groans painfully)
(intense whirring continues) (gravel crunching)
(eerie whooshing)
(eerie suspenseful music)
(bird cawing)
(eerie suspenseful music continues)
(siren wails in the distance)
(indistinct chattering)
(siren grows increasingly louder)
(eerie suspenseful music continues)
(radio announcer speaks in a foreign language)
(tapping on glass)
(window clatters open)
I need a room.
- [Hotel Clerk] Cash only.
- Fine.
- (smacking) You okay?
- Great.
(money crunching)
(register beeping and thudding)
(register continues thudding)
(register whirs) (thudding continues)
(money drawer clatters)
(money rustles)
(indistinct chattering over radio)
- Room 102.
(key clanks)
There's a mini bar,
but no continental breakfast.
(key clanks)
- Got it.
(indistinct chattering over radio continues)
(window shuffles and thuds shut)
(indistinct chattering)
(door clatters)
(plastic crinkling)
(baby cries in the background) (indistinct chattering)
(footsteps clomping)
(indistinct chattering continues)
(intense dramatic tones) (electronic whirring)
(indistinct chattering) (key jangles)
- [Voice Of Frank] Gonna start a family, Nathan.
- Help. (door thuds)
(intense dramatic music) (door slams shut)
(Nathan groans) (door clatters)
(Nathan grunts painfully) (electronic buzzing)
(heavy breathing)
(bullets clang)
(heavy breathing continues)
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
(heavy breathing) Okay.
All right, think, think, think.
Think.
(heavy breathing) Take.
All right. (bottle clanks)
Windows, windows.
(Nathan groans and breathes heavily)
(eerie suspenseful music)
(Nathan groans painfully)
(eerie suspenseful music continues)
(Nathan yells out painfully)
- [Agent 702] This ends, we all go out together.
(intense whirring) (Nathan groans)
- [Nathan] Okay, it's happening.
I have to go.
(Nathan grunts painfully)
(intense whirring continues)
(Nathan groans indistinctly)
(eerie suspenseful music)
(bag softly clatters)
(Nathan groans)
(eerie suspenseful music continues)
(Nathan yells out painfully)
(electronic whirring)
(Nathan groans painfully)
(skin squelching)
(Nathan groans)
(heavy breathing)
(dramatic instrumental music)
(electronic whirring) (Frank speaks indistinctly)
(Nathan thuds) (intense dramatic tones)
- [TV Announcer] Come down to the End Hotel & Casino,
where the end is just the beginning.
(air whooshing) (faint indistinct chattering)
- Daddy?
It's okay.
(dramatic melancholic music)
Hold me.
(intense dramatic tones)
(siren wails in the distance)
(gentle instrumental music)
(ominous dramatic music)
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(painfully groans)
(gun cocks)
- [Nathan] Hands.
Fuckin' hands.
Get your hands
above your head. - No, I know, I know.
Fingers interlocked, facing away.
I know.
- Yeah, I'm sure you know the drill,
you piece of shit. (chair thuds)
(Nathan groans painfully)
(gun clanks)
So what's a big guy like you doing dealing to kids?
- [Agent 805] Is that what they told you?
- [Nathan] What's this, huh?
(Nathan breathes heavily)
This...
Where'd you get this?
- [Agent 805] Oh, you know.
You know we have access to that.
(gun clanks) - Access?
Who's "we"?
- [Agent 805] We, Synapse!
Agents!
- [Nathan] Oh, agents?
You're dealing with agents?
What agents?
- Are you kiddin' me?
Rookie.
(footsteps pattering)
(door clatters open)
- Oh, I see what you're doing.
Trying to trip me up.
Yeah, you're a
sneaky motherfucker. - No, no, no!
You don't understand, man.
Look, I was an agent just like you.
805.
I found out the truth.
I found out what was really going on,
and they burned me.
You gotta let me go.
- That's good, man.
That's really fuckin' good.
You practice that all day?
That's a great fuckin' excuse!
- It's not an excuse!
Look, who you workin' with?
What, 702?
Or is Thomson runnin' this op?
- How do you know Thomson?
- Oh, I know Thomson.
SES, suppress, enforce, supply.
That's the motto, right?
Right? - Yeah!
- Listen to me very carefully.
And second, your man's about to come through that door,
and he's gonna take my memory,
and then he's gonna kill me.
You gotta let me go.
- I can arrest you.
I can take you in. - No.
There is no "in"!
There's no "in"!
Nothing's changed.
The LSD, the cocaine, the heroine,
it's all the same shit!
The American citizens are lab rats.
The government, they make it,
they test us with it,
they enslave us with it,
and then they imprison us for using it.
We are blind.
- Just give me- - Look, I don't have a second!
I don't have a second! - Give me a minute!
All right?
- You could help me.
- All right.
Here's what we're gonna do.
(bodies thud) (intense dramatic music)
(gunshots firing)
(bullet casings clank)
(Nathan groans)
- [TV Announcer] This is LKLA at 2.
A string of deaths
that investigators believe to be connected
to the rampant use of mems.
We sat down with a representative from Synapse
for a comment on the spiking deaths among its users.
- We are asking for additional funding
for our Enforcement Division
to pursue those who sell and distribute mems illegally.
Synapse manufactured mems are safe,
regulated, and protected.
We provide the public
a safe way of experiencing life
through someone else's eyes. (packets rustling)
- [TV Announcer] Someone else's eyes, perhaps,
but emergency services have been reporting
increased cases of psychological disorders,
schizophrenia, and possible unintentional memories
being carried over when transferring with heavy mem users.
A term on the street known as swapping.
- There's no evidence to support the idea of swapping,
but this is exactly why
we are running an aggressive advertising campaign
to educate the public, (tape ripping)
so that they know the dangers
of buying lo-fi tech (Nathan wincing painfully)
on the street.
You don't know what could be laced inside unauthorized mems.
Not to mention, the detrimental side effects
of transferring with street addicts.
But what are we gonna do?
Stop the public from using our product?
No.
The only place to get mems
is from a certified Synapse distributor.
- [TV Announcer] When pressed on the idea
that Synapse itself may be connected
- Thank you all. - to the illegal street trade,
the rep denied comment.
This is LKLA at 2.
(plastic rustling)
(glasses clattering) (Nathan sighs)
(electronic whirring) - You've got mail.
(electronic whirring continues)
- Check mail.
Password: Carter.
- [Voicemail Prompt] Accessing inbox.
(electronic whirring continues)
- Take the end.
(scoffs) What does that mean?
What the (stammers) fuck happened?
- [Voicemail Prompt] You have a message.
(electronic chiming) - Boss, look man,
I don't want you to hear this from me,
but I feel like if I don't tell you,
you're a fucking addict, bro.
You need to lay off that shit,
and if you don't do it for me or for Aamina,
do it for yourself, okay?
(bullets clattering) Don't fire me.
Hey, Juanito, stop hitting your sister!
(electronic chiming) - Next message.
- What's he talking about? (gun barrel clicks)
(barrel whirls)
(gun clicks)
Ah, shit!
(electronic chiming) Just keep reading.
(electronic chiming continues)
- [Voice Of Aamina] Hey, I haven't heard from you,
and I just got this feeling.
Look, just please tell me you're okay.
I'm gonna head over with Freddy.
Call me.
(electronic chiming) - Next message.
- [Voice Of Freddy] Frank, it's Freddy again.
Look, I know you, and, like, you,
you like to do whatever the fuck you wanna do, okay?
And that's fine, but it's been a month.
And I haven't told Aamina about
the supplier you've been meeting with,
but everyone is asking about it,
and I can only lie for so long.
Call me, you fucking asshole.
I'm worried. (Nathan mumbles)
She won't say it,
but Aamina's worried too.
- (grunts) I'll call you.
I'll call you.
Fuck!
- [Voice Of Freddy] Hey, we've got some Synapse agents
looking for you.
Sniffin' around.
Asking about your supplier.
Asking about Nathan Stafford.
Who the fuck is that?
(electronic static and hissing)
(intense booming)
(sunglasses clatter)
(intense dramatic music)
(plastic rustling)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(door clatters open)
(door slams shut) - Hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You've been here two days, you only pay for one.
- Oh, cash, okay.
Here. (money rustling)
Keep the change.
Here. - Hey, can't leave
just yet, buddy.
A bunch of guys looking for you earlier.
Cops, I think.
Not the ones you want to fuck with.
Fortunately for you, I see big wad of cash you pulled out.
What do you say we go halfsies,
and I forget I ever see you?
- All right, here, here.
There you go.
These guys, where'd they go?
- Listen, I'd tell you,
but it's going to cost extra. (money thuds)
(intense dramatic music)
Back up!
- Hold.
Don't shoot.
- Please, don't kill me! - Shh.
- You can keep the money! - Shut up!
Give me the money.
Tell your friend to back up.
Same for him.
You, weapon on the floor.
Same for your buddy back there.
Tell him to back up!
- We just wanna take you in, that's all.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- Right.
Relax, Nathan.
- My name is Frank.
- Is it?
(hotel clerk exhales loudly)
(intense dramatic music)
(gunshots firing)
(door slams shut)
(door thudding)
(Agent 702 groans)
(door continues thudding)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(door thuds)
(hands shuffling) (Nathan groans)
(gun clomps)
(Nathan groans) (fist thudding)
(door thuds)
(fist thudding) (Nathan groans)
(Nathan grunts intensely)
(Nathan thumps and groans)
(head thuds) (Nathan groans)
(intense dramatic music continues)
- Baby.
Baby, your gun.
Get your gun.
Kill him, kill him.
(Nathan groans) (foot stomps)
(elbow thuds) (Agent 212 groans)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(gunshots firing)
(Agent 212 clomps)
- 212?
Agent 212?
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(feet shuffling)
(gunshots firing)
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(siren wails in the distance)
(horn honks)
(intense dramatic music) (footsteps pattering)
(door clatters open)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(door creaks open)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(gunshots firing)
(bullets zinging)
(gunshots continue firing)
Shit!
(footsteps pattering)
He's heading across the catwalk,
south side of the roof of the hotel.
917's in pursuit.
I'm backing.
(intense dramatic music)
(footsteps pattering)
(gunshots firing)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(gunshots continue firing) (bullets zinging)
(stairs clatter)
(gunshots firing)
(Nathan groans)
(bullets zinging)
(gunshots continue firing)
(intense dramatic music continues)
212's down.
I need a bag and tag. (electronic chiming)
- Did I hear this right?
Already you're fucking this op?
I need what's inside his head, you barbarian piece of shit,
so stop shooting at it. (elevator dings)
917, wait for 702,
(elevator door clatters) and then pursue together.
We're losing time.
We will wipe any and all surveillance footage
in the surrounding area.
- You, you cop or fed, right? - There is no bag and tag
on this op.
It's just you, 702.
Ghost him and then pursue.
Bring Nathan in. (hotel clerk sighs)
(electronic beeping) - Copy.
They could come back.
Don't look!
Do you know how to use a gun?
(sighs) Here.
(intense dramatic music) (gunshot firing)
(bullet casing clangs)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(horns blaring) (gate clanks)
- [Voice Of Freddy] Frank, it's Freddy.
Are you there? (electronic whirring)
Where are you right now?
(sirens wailing) - I don't know
where I am. - Be brief on the call.
Don't wanna get tracked.
There's an old pit at the end of the block.
You can find cover, and we'll call you back.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- [Agent 702] Seven, what's your 20?
Maintain pursuit.
Set up a perimeter when they stop.
Do not engage without my direct order.
(car door clatters opens)
(seat creaks)
(car door slams shut)
(engine turns over) (tires squealing)
(electronic whirring)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(gate clanks)
(engine roars) (tires squealing)
(footsteps pattering)
(car door clatters opens)
(seat creaks)
(car door slams shut)
(engine revs) (tires squealing)
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(electronic chiming) - Freddy?
Freddy? - Frank?
Where are you going right now?
Just tell me. - I don't fuckin' know.
- [Voice Of Freddy] Tell me what you see
right in front of you. - There's a parking garage.
There's a parking garage.
Meet me at the top of the parking garage.
- [Voice Of Freddy] Where you at right now?
- I don't know!
Tell me where to go. - Do you wanna talk to Aamina?
- Yes, yes! - Frank.
- Aamina.
Aamina, baby, talk to me. - Meet us at the top
of the stairs
- Okay. - in the south parking garage,
and take the alley. - Top of the stairs,
down the alley.
- [Aamina's Voice On Phone] They're trying to
hack your location- (intense static hissing)
- Yeah. - Take the main streets.
(intense static hissing continues)
- [Mrs. Stafford] I love you, Nathan.
(intense dramatic music)
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(groans painfully)
(intense dramatic music continues)
- [Voice Of Aamina] Frank?
Frank?
- (mumbles) Through the door, top of the stairs,
parking garage.
Yeah, okay.
Okay, top of the stairs, parking garage.
Top of the stairs, parking.
(object creaks) Oh, fuck.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(gun cocks)
(car engine roars)
- [Voice Of Aamina] South, one block.
Keep moving.
(tires squealing)
- [Agent 917] He's right there.
(tires squealing) (engine roars)
(tires screeching) (suspenseful dramatic music)
(car engine revs)
Go, go, go, go, go!
(car engine roars) (tires squealing)
(uptempo dramatic music)
(car engine continues roaring)
(tires squealing)
(footsteps pattering)
(Nathan thuds)
(uptempo dramatic music continues)
(footsteps pattering)
(tires squealing)
- [Voice Of Tech] We're breaking through
the encryption on his glasses.
We'll find him in a second.
- Copy.
(tires squealing)
(footsteps pattering) (ominous dramatic music)
(engine revs)
(ominous dramatic music continues)
- [Voice Of Tech] He's moving through
the lower east garage.
(engine rumbles)
(footsteps pattering)
(feet skidding)
- Aw.
Look, look, wait.
(guns shots firing)
(bullet zings) (bullet casing clanks)
(engine softly roars)
- Just give up. - Just give up!
(bullets clattering)
- It's over, Nathan.
- [Agent 917] It's over, Nathan!
- My name is Frank!
- [Agent 917] Really?
- What's your last name? - Name?
Address?
It's tough to remember, isn't it?
(gunshots firing)
(gun clicks)
(gunshots firing) (Agent 917 gasps)
(gunshots continue firing)
- Stafford!
Frank Stafford!
- [Agent 917] (imitates buzzer) Wrong!
- Shit, fuck!
- [Agent 917] What you're experiencing
is called- - Called bleed-over, Nathan.
Where two different memories- (tires squealing)
- [Agent 917] Two personalities,
they cannibalize each other.
- [Agent 702] Keep him engaged.
You go right.
I'll go left.
- Whatever You're trying to pin on me is not gonna work!
- [Agent 917] Just turn yourself in, Nathan.
We're only trying to help.
- Oh, you got a real fuckin' (gunshots firing)
funny way of tryin' to help. (gunshots continue firing)
- [Agent 917] Think about your wife!
(gunshots firing)
(footsteps pattering)
(tires squealing)
(engine roars) (suspenseful dramatic music)
- [Voice Of Tech] Tracking him through the garage.
He's headed to the stairs.
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(Nathan groans) (door creaks shut)
(heavy breathing) Okay.
Oh, god.
Okay.
(heavy breathing continues) Where am I?
(gun cocks) (intense dramatic music)
Oh, jeez!
Come on, man.
(gun clanks) Oh, good.
- I hate runnin'! - What?
(Nathan groans painfully)
(elbow thuds) (Nathan groans)
(sunglasses clatter) - All right, Frank,
stay where you are.
We're almost to you.
(engine roars)
(Agent 917 grunts) (Nathan thuds)
(tires squealing)
(car door clatters open) (door alarm chimes)
- They're not even gonna
give you a trial, Nathan. (car door slams shut)
A trial's too good for you. (Nathan groans)
They're just gonna suck out what they need and dump you.
(fist thuds) (Agent 917 groans)
(both grunting and groaning)
(gun holster rustles)
(both grunting and groaning)
(intense dramatic music) - Come on.
(knee thuds) (Agent 917 groans)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(taser buzzing) (Nathan thuds)
(Agent 917 groans painfully) (gun clanks)
(Nathan groans) - Get up.
- What?
(Nathan mumbles) (feet clomping)
Come on, man.
(hood thuds) (Nathan groans)
(Nathan grunts)
I'm okay.
(hood thuds) (Nathan groans)
- [Agent 917] Nathan's in custody.
- What the hell happened?
(brick clanks) (Nathan wincing painfully)
Cuff, then search, jackass. (Nathan groans)
- [Agent 917] Told you, we should've put a bullet
in his ass when this shit started!
- [Agent 702] Well, we can't.
Not yet. (handcuffs clatter)
Is that all right with you?
- [Nathan] Oh, my god (groans painfully).
(hood thuds) (Nathan cries out painfully)
What?
Come on.
- What are you carrying around this for, huh?
- Man, I don't fuckin' know.
- No? - (breathes heavily) No.
- [Agent 702] No?
(fist thuds) (Nathan groans)
(Agent 702 grunts) - Ow.
(hood thuds)
(Nathan groans painfully)
- No? - No.
- Someone like you has a reason for everything, Nathan.
I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Why are you carrying this? - I don't know.
I found it in my pocket this morning when I woke up.
I don't know.
(Nathan breathes heavily)
No, come on.
(hood thuds) (Nathan groans)
- I would love nothing more, Nathan.
I really would.
You're a real piece of shit. (Nathan groans)
Yeah, I know somewhere in there is a memory of what you did.
(Nathan grunts)
Can't have you runnin' around with that.
- I didn't do anything.
- Oh, but you did, Nathan.
You did.
(Aamina yells out and laughs)
- [Agent 917] What was that?
- As much as I'd love- - Oh, my god!
My car!
- As much as I - I'll take care of it, okay?
- wanna see you bleed.
- [Freddy] It's okay, baby.
I'm gonna take care of this.
Gentlemen, please?
(Nathan grunts) - There are powers
that need you alive just a little while longer.
- What's going on, huh? - But don't worry,
it's just a little while. (Nathan groans)
- [Freddy] I don't know what's going on here,
a lover's quarrel or whatever.
It's not my business.
But that's our car.
- You're dentin' my car! - Please, don't do this-
- You're dentin' my car!
Are you gonna- - Don't do this right now.
Your orcito will take care- - We're Synapse agents.
- Oh, so you're gonna pay for this then?
- Sir, I think it's only fair
that we are compensated for the damages to the car.
- Ma'am, you need to back up.
- Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, don't tell me what to do.
Boy, you tellin' me what to do?
You're tellin' me what to do ? - Back up.
- Synapse agents!
Where is your uniform? - Ma'am, I said, "Back up".
(gun clanks)
- Don't fuckin' touch me.
(gun cocks)
(intense dramatic music)
(gun cocks)
Keep reachin' if you wanna die.
Freddy, gun and keys.
- [Freddy] Hey, (slaps) hold that for me.
(intense dramatic music continues)
- [Nathan] He's got a vial.
(intense dramatic music continues)
(Nathan groans and thuds)
- You okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, just give me a second.
- [Freddy] Mama.
(melancholic instrumental music)
(dark dramatic music) - You have no idea
the pile of shit you just stepped in.
(Nathan breathes heavily)
- Frank, where did we first meet,
and what did you ask me?
- What?
- [Aamina] Answer the question.
- I don't...
I don't know.
- Freddy, keep your gun on these two.
(gun holster rustles)
I need you to answer the question.
- [Agent 702] You're screwed.
And in about 10 minutes,
dozens of operatives are gonna converge on this location
with a kill order on you
and your little bitch buddy over here.
- Can I just smack the shit outta him?
- Now, Frank.
(gentle orchestral music)
- The staircase?
(gentle orchestral music continues)
- [Aamina] And what did you say?
- [Frank] Excuse me.
What's a guy like me
gotta do to run away with-
- A girl like you?
(dark dramatic music) (Nathan groans)
- Turn around.
Kneel down, hands behind your head.
Let's go.
- Do it.
(dark dramatic music continues)
- Freddy, get the car.
(footsteps descending)
- Whatever you were hoping to get, forget it.
His mind's fucked.
Complete bleed-over. (engine revs)
You have no idea who this guy really is,
(engine revs) what he's capable of.
(tires squealing)
If you get in that car, I can't protect you.
(dark dramatic music)
(car door slams shut)
(dark dramatic music continues)
(car door slams shut)
(dark dramatic music continues)
Isn't who you thought he was, huh?
(dark dramatic music continues)
- Where's Frank?
- Aamina, let's go.
- Aamina?
Big time dealer.
Oh, you're fucked now, sweetie.
- What did you do to him?
- All that's left of Frank
is bleedin' all over your back seat there.
- [Aamina] Where is he?
- Why don't you ask him,
that guy you got there?
Oh, shooting a Synapse agent,
well, that's one way to get noticed.
(gun clanks) (gunshot firing)
(bullet casing clangs) (Agent 702 groans painfully)
- Let's go!
(Agent 702 continues groaning)
- Next time, it'll be in his head.
(Agent 702 continues groaning)
(dark dramatic music)
(car door slams shut)
(car engine revs) (tires squealing)
(Agent 702 groans) (hand slaps)
- Get off me!
On comm. (electronic beeping)
(breathes heavily) Nathan's been taken.
New priority target, Aamina.
Need back up.
- This is better for us.
We have satellite surveillance on the vehicle.
702, get mobile.
We're going to wait until they stop.
They're gonna bring us directly to the Hive.
(Agent 702 groans painfully) Law enforcement
is en route to you.
We cannot afford to involve them.
(electronic whirring)
- [Agent 702] Go get the car.
- This bullshit's gone too far.
We should've just popped him and dealt with what happens.
- [Agent 702] Right.
When they're all over us?
You wanna take that risk?
- You shouldn't have let him go in the first place.
- Go get the car.
(Agent 702 groans painfully)
(dark dramatic music)
(car engine roars)
- [Freddy] I don't think they're following us.
(tires squealing) - A tail doesn't matter.
Guaranteed they got eyes on us.
- All right, we need to get to The End Casino.
(gun clatters)
Whoa, whoa, Aamina, what the hell?
- Don't say my name.
What happened to Frank?
- Just put that thing away, all right?
- Who are you?
- It's me, babe!
- What's the last thing you remember?
- I don't know.
It's a little foggy.
I was at the club.
You were there. (horn honks)
Just listen to me.
(gun cocks) - Guys, relax.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- You tell me what happened to him.
You tell me what happened to Frank,
or I will kill you.
(engine roars)
- Stop it.
Stop pointin' that fuckin' gun at me.
(gun clanks) (uptempo dramatic music)
(tires squealing) - Shit!
(engine rumbles) (tires screeching)
(gun clanks)
(car door clatters open) - Ah, fuck!
- [Freddy] Frank?
(car door slams shut)
- Give me a second. - Calm down.
- [Nathan] Oh, my god.
- Frank? - What?
(Nathan groans)
Just give me a second.
All right, Aamina, start talking,
because I don't understand.
(breathes shakily) What?
Oh, no.
(eerie dramatic tones) (Nathan gasps)
Oh, no.
No, guys.
Oh, my god.
- [Freddy] Frank.
Calm down.
Listen.
We'll get you to the club.
We get you to the Hive, we can make this right.
Aamina, what did you do? - Oh, my god.
Oh, my god. - Frank.
Frankie! - Shut up.
Shut the fuck up!
Shut up. - Hey.
(Nathan breathes heavily)
- [Nathan] Stop talking.
Stop.
Shut the fuck up!
(Nathan groans and breathes heavily)
(intense dramatic music) (electronic whirring)
- Frank?
Frankie?
Listen, I know it's you upstairs, buddy.
Hey.
(Nathan yells) Easy!
(gun clanks)
Frank, easy. (gun clicks)
Take it easy!
- I want answers. - We'll figure this out.
- In my head, I am Frank,
so somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on!
- We don't know.
- You don't know?
Okay, I've done Snippet Mems, whole Vacays.
Oh, god.
Three-Sixties, okay, sure, I've done them, all right?
But a whole swap?
That shit isn't even supposed to be possible.
- The government's been
messing around with full swaps for years,
not just memories, but personalities, everything.
- Man, I was at the club last night.
You were there.
We were drinking.
We were havin' fun. - You haven't...
Frank, you haven't been to the club in a month.
(Nathan breathes heavily)
- Okay, I know everybody wants what's in here.
So how 'bout this?
- Frank, put the gun down. - Back up.
Back the fuck up!
- Put the fucking gun down! - Get back!
I'll do it, I'll do it.
- Fuck is it you're doing? - I'll do it.
I'll fuckin' do it right here. - Easy.
Take it easy!
- I swear, back off! - All right, okay!
Put the fucking gun down!
- Aamina, do you remember?
Do you remember the last time you saw me like this?
Because I do.
Aamina, babe, please.
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(gentle orchestral music)
(gun cocks)
Do you remember that noise?
Do you remember?
Are you gonna let me do it this time?
Because if you let me,
if you let me, I'll do it. - Yeah, I remember.
I remember, all right?
Just...
I see you in there.
Just put the gun down.
- I'm not doing anything until I get answers.
Who were those guys?
- Synapse agents.
Memory goons.
It's the government's pharmacy.
It's their security.
- What do they want with me?
- All I know, is you were gonna meet with our supplier.
- Wait, is that whose body I'm runnin' around in?
- We don't know, but we can find out.
We hook you up at the Hive.
- Oh, right, hook me up.
Hook me up so I can fuck up my head some more?
No!
- It doesn't matter whose body he's running around in,
that's Frank!
It's Frank upstairs.
Just tell me what you remember.
- I remember (groans) some...
A woman.
I remember a woman and a kid.
God, their faces are erased.
They're just fragmented pieces,
but I keep seeing them here now.
- If it's fragmented pieces, it's probably a recent memory.
That's a symptom of a bleed-over.
- Oh, god, I think...
I think they may be dead.
Wait, okay, okay.
When I woke up...
When I woke up, I had this in my pocket, this vial.
It's got my writing on it, see?
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- His Reboot.
- What is that?
- Stimulates the deep memory centers of the brain.
It opens up your mind
to recall the last memories of the transfer body.
Fuck did you get that, Frank?
- Take it, the End Casino, no, no.
No, we're identifying your body
at the the Hive. - All right, no.
No, no, no.
We're going to the End Casino, and I am taking that.
- Experiments that were done with this shit,
it didn't go well.
All Right, people ended up institutionalized or worse.
Come on, Frank,
you're not gonna- - Oh, oh,
so now I'm Frank?
We're going to the End Casino, and I am taking that.
You got two options, Aamina.
Give it!
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(car door slams shut)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(electronic whirring)
(agent thuds) (bullet casing clanks)
(Agent 801 coughs)
- What'd you do?
(gun clanks)
(Agent 801 coughs) Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey. (continues coughing)
- You know-
(Agent 801 coughs) - What?
(Agent 801 groans)
- You know I'm telling the truth.
(dark somber music)
(ominous dramatic music)
- Why didn't you call me?
- I came in here, man.
He got the drop on me.
He got my gun.
- [Agent 702] No, he got your gun
after I came into the room.
What'd he say to you?
- What?
He's dead!
He's not saying anything!
(ominous dramatic music continues)
- [Voice Of Thomson] 702, this is out of control.
You need a containment.
- [Agent 702] That's the last thing I need.
I got it under control.
- You think this is control?
A bunch of dead agents in a hotel?
I am sending the containment group into your area.
This conversation is done.
(car engine roars)
(siren wails in the distance)
(car engine roars)
(tires crunching)
(engine rumbles)
(car doors slam shut) (horn honks in the distance)
(truck engine roars)
(faint indistinct chattering)
- [Nathan] Freddy, get the door.
- You just assume I know how to pick a lock?
- No, because I know you keep your pick case
in your back pocket.
Get it.
(horn honks in the background)
(lock clatters)
(door clangs and thuds) - We're in.
(door clatters)
(footsteps clomping) (intense dramatic tones)
(footsteps continue clomping)
Homicide closed this place down a week ago.
Probably a maintenance worker.
(footsteps clomping)
(child eerily laughing)
(intense dramatic music)
- What are you seein'?
- Who I really am.
(gun clanks)
(footsteps pattering)
(door clatters open)
(eerie suspenseful music)
- [Disembodied Voice] Help Me!
- Hey, Frank! (footsteps clomping)
Frank, where you goin'?
(eerie suspenseful music continues)
- [Mrs. Stafford] Come on, Sam.
(eerie suspenseful music continues)
(Nathan breathes heavily)
- [Aamina] What are you seein'?
(Nathan continues breathing heavily)
- A crime scene.
(footsteps pattering)
- What's in there?
- Nothing good.
- We don't need this.
Those agents are probably right behind us.
We need to go.
You wanna know what's in there,
but you don't have to do this.
We get you back,
and we get you home.
(eerie suspenseful music continues)
(smooching)
(tape clatters)
(door thuds open) (Nathan grunts)
(door clangs)
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(dark ominous music)
- [Nathan] Freddy, did I do this?
- No.
Frank would never do this.
- Not Frank, this.
(dark ominous music continues)
- [Freddy] Aamina.
Over here.
(dark ominous music continues)
(Nathan breathes shakily)
- Frank.
What happened here?
Is this the woman you're seeing?
- I don't know.
It stopped.
- What do you mean, it stopped?
- I'm not seeing anything.
I'm not hearing anything.
It stopped.
- A woman was killed in there, a child in here,
but I don't see a man.
So where is Frank, Frank? - I don't know.
- No, what happened?
What happened to him?
What happened to you? - I don't know.
I don't know! - Well, you have
to remember! - Just met me think!
- [Freddy] Hey!
Let's just take it easy, okay?
- What are we doing? - You're pushing him.
We can't push him.
We don't know who that is.
And 20 minutes ago, you had a gun to his head,
and now you want- - Don't talk to me
about this, okay?
I know what you read.
I know what you've studied.
- It's Frank,
but he's sitting in somebody else's body right now.
We can't be sure who that guy is.
- [Aamina] Don't you think I noticed 20 minutes ago
I didn't think he was Frank?
But now, I know, and you have to trust me.
I know.
- Okay, all right. - Okay?
- But I'm worried about the here and now,
and you're pissin' this guy off,
whoever the hell he is.
We got agents coming any second.
(melancholic orchestral music) (intense whirring)
There's two dead bodies here.
(intense dramatic tones)
(Aamina whispers indistinctly)
(melancholic orchestral music continues)
- But you have no idea how deep this shit goes, okay?
(Aamina and Freddy conversate indistinctly)
(intense dramatic tones) (electronic whirring)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- [Freddy] (speaks indistinctly) But I didn't ask
for this situation, so I'm trying to help you.
Don't jump down my throat.
- [Aamina] Don't play the martyr, okay?
(indistinct chattering)
- [Freddy] Well and (stammers) get dragged into this.
(Aamina and Freddy conversate indistinctly)
- [Aamina] We don't have time for this.
- [Freddy] Who the hell's on that bed right there.
- No, I understand, okay?
I understand.
Believe me, I understand.
(melancholic orchestral music continues)
- Daddy?
(melancholic orchestral music continues)
- No.
- Who are you?
- I don't know.
- [Sam] Is this the end?
- Yes, the beginning of it.
(melancholic orchestral music continues)
(liquid dripping)
(intense whirring) (liquid sloshing)
(intense whirring continues) - Frank, Frank!
What are you doing?
Open you eyes!
Frank! - Frank!
- [Freddy] Frank!
(intense dramatic music) (electronic whirring)
(wind whistling) (gentle orchestral music)
- [Agent 702] So we clear?
- Yeah.
- Give him the money, give him the tech,
but you need his access, all right?
Everyone he's been dealin' to.
- I mean, it sounds like a pretty sweet deal for him.
- Here's your first mark.
Frank McDavitt.
(footsteps approaching)
- Bang, bang.
What's up, man?
Frank.
(hands slap)
- You gonna give me access?
- Yeah.
You gonna pay me?
- This is about more than money.
- Money and mems, man.
- Give him the Three-Sixties.
If it takes, we can start moving swaps,
and get the big money, all right?
- You know, I don't want the little snippets, all right?
I want the whole nine yards, man.
I'm want the Three-Sixties,
you know, the trips to Fiji.
You know, lay on me the good mems.
(case cover clatters)
- Somethin' like that?
- Yeah, should work.
- Access.
- [Frank] Cool.
(footsteps departing)
(intense whirring)
- I love you, Nathan.
(intense whirring)
- You know, I always wondered if the baby can hear me,
or us, you know, like when I sing?
I wonder if the baby likes it.
- [Aamina] I like it.
- Yeah?
(Frank laughs)
Well, that makes one of you.
- [Aamina] You can tell.
He sits really still when you sing.
- He, huh?
(indistinct chattering)
- [Nathan] Where the hell have you been?
- [Frank] Man, I haven't been trying to avoid you.
I'm sorry.
- [Nathan] Dude, if you're gonna be my runner,
I need you to be- - I'm gonna be a dad.
So we're sure it's a he?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
- Babe.
No fuckin' way! (Aamina laughs)
Are you shitting me?
Oh, my god!
It's a boy!
What...
When the fuck did you get- - Babe, babe.
- Oh, my god, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Oh my...
I just can't believe it.
I'm gonna be a fuckin' dad.
I mean, no sob story here, or anything,
but my dad was never around when I was a kid, you know?
So being a dad is not exactly
likely to come so natural to me.
- Yeah.
There's nothin' to it.
If it's any constellation, I'm a dad.
You know I really appreciate this job, man.
My family really needs money.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey!
No.
Where you goin' with that?
Don't ever talk about your family.
What do you think is gonna happen to you
if you go out there
and they find out you're a family man, huh?
What do you think they're gonna do to you?
They will cut your throat and leave you in a ditch to die.
(intense dramatic music) (bottles clanking)
- You need to provide for your family,
and I understand the stress,
so if you're gonna be my runner, I need you on point.
So I can't have you like this.
- Yeah, I- - Why don't...
Why don't you...
Why don't you do one of the Vacays?
On the house.
My present to you.
- Serious? - Yeah.
- (scoffs) Man, I deal that stuff, man.
I don't do it, all right?
I mean, have you ever taken one?
- Yeah, I've done 'em.
(electronic whirring) (dark ominous music)
- [Aamina] Frank.
Baby, let's go. - Ah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
(somber instrumental music)
- We can't deal this shit anymore.
We got Internal Affairs sniffin' around all over the place.
It's too hot.
My boy needs his dad.
- We keep going.
That's what we agreed to.
- Watch it.
- Or what?
- Hey, fuck you!
- He's right. - What?
- He's right, it's too hot.
We do one more big deal, one last big payday,
tie up loose ends, we all go out together.
- It's fine.
- You look like shit.
- I got this under control.
All right, I got this!
- You got this? - I got this.
- You got this!
Look at you.
Look like a fuckin' Colombian drug lord from fuckin' Miami.
(Frank groans)
- Tie up loose ends, we all go out together.
- Loose ends?
- Our runners, we pop 'em.
Can't have a bunch of mem heads
runnin' around with our info.
- You think I don't notice this?
You're wearing the sunglasses, hidin' your symptomology.
Your temples look like shit.
You got the shakes.
You got the itches.
Yeah, keep goin'.
You'll end up with fuckin' Alzheimer's.
- You need to think about your family,
what's good for them.
- What the fuck did you just say to me?
- You heard me.
- Hey, I will fuckin' kill you
you bring up my family again.
You understand me?
- Relax.
917, relax.
- [Agent 917] You sidin' with this muthafucka now?
(intense dramatic music)
- [Nathan] Lay off the shit!
- Hey, fuck you, Nathan!
(electronic whirring)
(intense dramatic music continues)
- Yeah, he's one of us.
- So it's possible that he might have been seen again.
He thought he was right.
Maybe, he's crazy.
But this time, and this time only,
he would not be afraid.
The end.
(knocking at door)
- [Frank] Yeah?
Yeah.
Come in, come in.
- [Freddy] Frank!
(gentle ethereal music) - No, Frank!
- You know I got hooked?
Yeah, I don't blame you or anything.
You know, I mean, shit, you told me to stop.
You know, you wanted me to get clean.
I mean, how was I supposed to know, right?
I mean, that I would get hooked?
(chuckles) Oh, shit.
I just grabbed the keys, man.
You know, she likes to take a drive,
and it calms down the baby.
Beautiful baby boy.
(dark ominous music)
(Frank sniffs)
You know, I'm gonna start a family, Nathan (voice echoes).
- [Nathan] Baby, just listen to me.
Grab Sam, get his stuff,
meet me over at the End Casino.
I'm gonna meet you there.
Room 307, okay?
- The code to crash the Synapse system
is 1-9 (electronic whirring) 7-9, 0-7.
(chimes clank)
(dark ominous music) (Nathan gasps)
(Nathan softly sobs)
(heavy breathing)
(dark ominous music continues)
Frank.
Frank! - Frank.
Frank.
Frank, Frank.
Frank. - Frank, Frank.
Open your eyes.
Frank, Frank!
- [Nathan] Frank killed my family.
- [Aamina] Frank.
Frank?
Frank.
(intense dramatic music) - I saw it.
(mumbles softly) All right.
(Nathan breathes heavily)
I saw the whole thing.
The agent that's chasing me, Nathan.
Nathan had a family.
Oh, my god, I think I killed them.
- That's impossible.
You wouldn't do that.
- Hang on.
Hang on.
How did he end up with your...
No, no, this is all wrong.
- All right.
All right, All right.
We just gotta get you back to the Hive,
because that Reboot you took is starting to take effect,
and your memory's gonna destroy itself.
- What?
- Two memories can't co-exist.
Now, we have to suppress one or the other.
- I don't understand
what you're talkin' about.
- You can't permanently erase memory.
That's what the government found out.
You can bury it, disrupt it,
but it's still there, just underneath.
So that shit you took
is resurrecting whoever you were,
whoever's body you're in.
- Why don't we just let 'em loose,
and let 'em slug it out, see who wins?
- [Aamina] 'Cause nobody wins.
You just get bleed-over.
You won't know which way is up.
It'll be like accelerated Alzheimer's.
- You'll die, Frank.
- We can still fix this. - All right.
All right, all right.
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
There's something else.
This memory to code.
I have the code.
I have the access code.
I have the access code to crash the Synapse system.
- What is it?
- It's not a memory I can see.
It's a code.
The memory's the code.
I need access to crash it.
I need access.
- [Freddy] Access, we got.
We just have to get you- (Nathan groans)
(Aamina gasps) (Nathan thuds)
Holy shit!
No wonder they want you.
This is a good thing.
We just need to get you to the Hive.
- Bring 'em down. - Get the vial.
Get the vial.
- All right, I'll grab the car,
and- (skin squelching)
(intense dramatic music)
(gun holster rustles)
(gunshots firing)
(bullets zinging)
(bullet casing clanks)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(gunshots firing)
- Frank, can you shoot?
(gunshots firing)
(agent groans) (glass shatters)
(intense dramatic music continues)
(gunshots firing)
(gunshot firing) (bullet casing clanks)
(gun clicks)
(Freddy moans painfully)
You stay with him, okay?
We need to get to the car.
I'm gonna go clear the hall.
(intense dramatic music)
(gun clanks)
- You're gonna be
all right, okay? - Fuck.
(Freddy moans painfully) (gun cocks)
He was a good man.
- I'm almost out of ammo.
- Listen to me.
(breathes shakily) He was a good man, Frank was.
- [Nathan] What?
- He wouldn't have done that shit you said he did.
He always took care of me.
Every job, he gave me half of it.
He didn't have to do that.
He did it for me, and took care of me and my kids.
- I don't remember that.
(gun clip clanks)
- You were gonna marry Aamina.
You remember that?
(intense dramatic music continues)
(door thuds open)
(arms shuffling)
(Aamina thuds)
- [Nathan] Let's talk about this shit later, okay?
- [Freddy] I can't.
- Yes, you can.
Come on, get up. - I can't.
I can't! - Get up!
Come on.
- I can't feel my legs.
(footsteps pattering) (Aamina thuds)
(hits thudding)
Frank, (breathes shakily) whoever the fuck you are,
take care of my kids.
Please.
(intense dramatic music) - All right.
Yeah.
(hits thudding) (Aamina groans)
(both grunting and groaning)
(gun clicks)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- [Freddy] Thanks, man.
(suspenseful dramatic music swells)
(uptempo dark music)
(both grunting and groaning)
(skin squelching) (agent groans)
(bones crunching) (agent thuds)
(uptempo dark music continues)
(Aamina breathes heavily)
(agent thuds)
(footsteps clomp)
(Aamina continues breathing heavily)
(uptempo dark music continues)
- Where's Freddy?
(feet shuffling)
- Aamina, Aamina!
He's gone.
(uptempo dark music continues)
(door clatters open and slams shut)
(footsteps pattering)
(uptempo dark music continues)
(intense whooshing)
(Nathan yells out painfully)
- [Aamina] Hey, hey!
Stay with me.
- Yeah. - Okay.
All right. - All right.
- Come on. (Nathan moans)
Okay.
(Nathan groans)
(gunshots firing)
(agent groans and thuds) (bullet casing clanks)
(footsteps clomping)
(gun clip clicks) - 808, 702,
(elevator dings) I'm coming to the stairwell.
Emerge from the front.
(Freddy groans) (suspenseful dramatic music)
(gunshots firing)
(skin squelching) (agent groans and thuds)
- Yeah. (gun clip clanks)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
- [Agent 702] Drop it!
(gun clip clicks) (gun clanks)
(suspenseful dramatic music continues)
(door clatters open) (Nathan groans)
(door slams shut)
- 702, we are done. (engine turns over)
Law enforcement is converging on the area.
The op is blown, - Come on!
- [Thomson] and management is shutting this down.
- Management? (pats pockets)
Ma'am, all due respect, (Freddy groans)
you may be calling the play,
but I don't answer to you.
(Freddy yells out painfully)
Where's the Hive?
(Freddy laughs)
- You want me to tell you where the Hive is?
(Freddy laughs)
- I want you to listen to me really closely, okay?
I will suck it out of your head, patch you up,
and leave your drooling in a chair
for the rest of your life.
You understand that?
(footsteps clomping) - Is your comm off?
Agent 214 is down.
Five said a vehicle heading south.
We got a tracer on it,
but base is calling me out.
- [Thomson] 702, dispose of him, and get out of there now.
- I'll take his contacts, then I'll call it.
Hook him up.
(dark ominous music)
Hook him up? (claps hands)
What's wrong with you?
(knife thuds) (Agent 702 yells out)
(dark ominous music swells)
(Freddy yells) (gunshot firing)
Ah! (bullet casing clanks)
(Agent 702 groans loudly)
What the fuck?
Ha!
All right.
All right, let's go.
What, you said south?
- Yeah, but that doesn't matter.
It's done.
- Give me the tracer.
- [Agent 801] Thomson is calling it.
Leave it to the cleanup.
- I don't work for Thomson.
Give me the fucking tracer!
- [Thomson] 702, I repeat,
shut this op down now!
- It's not over.
We've got four dead agents, and their killer on the loose.
I am so fucking far from being done.
- 702! (gun holster rustles)
Your gun, slowly.
- [Thomson] 801, go ahead and take 702 into custody.
(gun cocks) - Say the word.
- Nah, no, no, he's a fighter.
Yeah, a soldier like us.
You're just scared, that's all.
- Just following orders, 702.
- I'm gonna give you one chance to save your life, just one,
and then you will die.
Thomson runs the battle.
My boss runs the war.
I can assure you a full transfer.
Yeah, put the gun down.
- A full transfer?
- Right.
(electronic whirring)
- [Thomson] 702.
(electronic whirring intensifies)
- All right, from here on out, we are off comm.
Anyone resists, they die.
(suspenseful dramatic music) (Nathan yells painfully)
- Fuck (groans).
My head.
(Nathan yells painfully) (tires squealing)
(engine roars) Hurry.
- [Aamina] Come on, baby.
We're almost there. (Nathan groans)
- My name is Frank.
(interposing voices)
(intense whirring) (electronic buzzing)
(indistinct voices echoing)
(intense whirring)
- Oh, my god.
we need a name. - Francis Junior.
- Yeah, Francis Junior. - Yeah (laughs).
- Oh, my god.
Carter.
My mom was...
My mom was gonna call me Carter (chuckles).
- Yeah? - Yeah, I like that name.
(gentle orchestral music)
- [Sam] Daddy, I wanna be an agent just like you.
- My name is Frank.
(groans) No.
(continues groaning) My name is Nathan.
I'm a Synapse agent.
- To being dads.
Hey, fuck you, Frank!
(electronic whooshing) (knocking at door)
And that morning, dude,
I was just fuckin' tripping out.
I mean, fucking tripping out,
and it just, it wouldn't go away.
(somber dramatic music)
(horn honks) (tires squealing)
(somber dramatic music continues)
(intercom dinging)
- [Intercom] Dean to ICU, please.
Dr. Dean to ICU.
- [Frank] Aamina?
Aamina? - Frank.
- Oh, my god, Doc.
Doc, what happened?
Where is she?
(footsteps pattering) (Frank laughs)
(gently sighs)
Can I...
Can I see her, please?
- She's in surgery.
(fists tapping)
- They...
They had to cut him out, Nathan.
They said that the accident killed him.
There wasn't a fucking scratch on the kid.
Not a fucking scratch!
Just try it, all right? (indistinct voice echoing)
Memory replacement can help.
(dark ominous music)
- That's a hell of a thing for you to ask me.
I deal it.
I don't use it.
(dark ominous music continues)
(glass shattering)
(Nathan yells indistinctly)
(heavy breathing)
(intense dramatic music)
- Frank.
- [Aamina] We're almost there.
(intense whirring) (electronic static)
(car engine roars)
(male breathes heavily)
(female moans)
(females laughing)
(intense whirring)
(male breathes shakily)
- [Sketch] What the fuck do you want?
We can sit here and talk all day.
- [Junkie] Right, yeah, yeah.
Well, are all the memories pre-screened?
- Pre-screened.
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Fuckin' Walmart Pharmacy or some shit?
'Cause if that's the case,
I need to see your prescription.
(all laughing)
(junkie laughs)
(all continue laughing)
(junkie continues laughing)
- Yo, but look,
I've had some fucked up experiences before, man.
- Look, look, look, look, look.
I got money waitin' on me, man.
You wastin' my time.
You gonna buy or what?
- Look, all memories are pre-screened.
Top of the line government-level screening software.
We remove all personal identifiers, faces, names.
We leave only the experience.
- Unless it's sex.
- But we have over
one million different erotic memory performers.
The most visceral experiences money can buy.
- And the safest sex money can buy.
Just ask Bigg back there.
Ain't that right, Bigg?
Every paycheck that man gets goes straight to this shit.
He's on number 1,020, and that's in his dome.
In this world, dude's a Virgin.
What you say, Bigg?
Huh?
(laughs) Look, he mad.
All right, man, look,
I'll give you a free one on the house tonight,
just show me that smile.
(Sketch laughs and applauds)
There you go!
- So you guys got everything, right?
'Cause you know what I'm really here for
are those Three-Sixties.
- Look, we have everything and anything,
disease free, no side effects.
- Look, man, donkeys, dogs, whatever the fuck,
you in or what?
- Do they expire?
- Permanent's gonna cost you extra, man.
- That's cool, man.
I will pay you whatever it takes.
- Well good, well good.
Pull it out your pocket
and let's get it crackin'. (phone rings)
Hold up.
(Sketch clears throat)
Speaker. (electronic beeping)
- Sketch? - Boss Mama!
(car engine roars)
You just caught me in the middle
of makin' a- - Sketch.
Is the room clear?
- No way, Mama.
It's a packed house upstairs.
Suite numbers flowin' downstairs.
You know the deal.
- I need the Hive cleared, Sketch.
- Wait, wait.
Like a private party?
You and Frankie boy gonna get freaky?
- Frank is gone.
(dark ominous music)
- Jackie, do your thing.
- Sorry.
- No, no, wait, wait, wait.
I'm ready to buy.
- Take this, come back later.
30 minutes, Asian twins expires after one week.
You're welcome.
- Oh, my god.
Thank you so much.
For real, on the house?
That's cool?
- [Jackie] Bigg!
- [Bigg] Just take your sample and go, man.
- [Junkie] Oh, for real?
Thank you.
(car engine roars) - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up.
You just said Frank was gone.
- [Aamina] Frank's memories.
Someone else's body.
- What?
Hold on, he...
Frank got swapped?
- Yeah.
(car engine roars) Sketch?
- [Voice Of Sketch] I got you, Mama.
Head in to the Hive right now.
- [Aamina] All right, I'm pulling into the alley, okay?
I'm coming into the front.
Meet me out here.
I'm gonna take him through the club.
(car engine roars)
(dark ominous music) (gun clatters)
(electronic whirring) (male breathes unsteadily)
(female laughs)
(door clatters open)
- [Jackie] Get out!
(gun cocks)
(crowd screaming)
Now!
(crowd continues screaming)
(indistinct yelling) - Come on.
Let's go.
They're coming to the back.
Let's go.
(tires squealing)
(car engine revs)
(tires screeching)
(car door clatters open)
(car door slams shut) - Everybody out!
Clear the club now!
Go, go, go!
- [Doorman] Go, seriously, go home.
Go home, people.
Call a friend.
Go home.
(rap music plays indistinctly in the background)
(car door slams shut) - All right.
(suspenseful dramatic music)
- Aamina?
- Frank. - Aamina, Aamina.
I'm sorry for everything.
(indistinct chattering in the background)
- I know.
(dramatic instrumental music)
(footsteps clomping) (indistinct chattering)
- Hey, get out the way! - Hey.
Ditch the car, meet us inside.
- Got it, boo. - Come on, just-
(rap music plays indistinctly in the background)
(indistinct chattering)
Come on, roll! - I am.
- [Sketch] Roll!
(indistinct chattering)
(rap music plays indistinctly in the background)
(car door slams shut)
(engine turns over and revs)
(suspenseful dramatic music) (footsteps pattering)
Mama, who the fuck is this guy?
- [Aamina] He's got Frank and whoever he is in there.
He took a Reboot.
- [Sketch] Damn.
Where's Freddy?
- [Aamina] Synapse got him.
- [Sketch] What?
Why the fuck you bring him then?
- [Aamina] 'Cause he has a key
to bring Synapse down, all right?
We need his mind access.
- [Sketch] Mama, this is way too much fuckin' heat.
(door clatters)
(dark ominous music)
(elevator clanks)
(car engine roars) (tires squealing)
(siren wails in the distance)
- New orders.
After you get him,
we need to bag whatever tech they got inside.
You take the side entrance, I'll go front.
(car doors clatter open)
(dramatic instrumental music)
- [Sketch] Yo, yo, move, move!
Get out the way!
Move, move!
Get the fuck out the way!
Move!
Move, move!
Hey, yo, move!
(indistinct chattering)
(electronic whirring)
(Nathan yells) (gunshots firing)
(crowd screaming)
- [Sketch] What the fuck?
Put the gun down! (gunshots firing)
Put the fuckin' gun down!
(crowd screaming) - Back the fuck up!
- [Sketch] Put the gun down!
- [Nathan] Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Put it down! (interposing voices)
No!
(interposing voices)
- Drop your weapon. - No, no!
- Where am I? - Frank.
Listen to me.
- Who are you?
- [Aamina] You're almost there, baby.
Frank, listen to my voice. - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Put it down, Sketch. - Start talking.
Back up or he dies. - Don't do this.
Don't do this!
- I'll kill him. - Okay, stop.
- Aamina! - Stop!
- Tell me something. - I'll kill him!
- [Sketch] Tell me something.
- [Aamina] Frank, listen to me.
Frank, we're almost there, baby.
Frank, listen to my voice.
Look! (footsteps clomping)
(Nathan groans and breathes heavily)
(somber instrumental music)
(car engine rumbles) (tires squealing)
(car door clatters open)
(gun cocks)
- Oh, my god! - Get out of the car!
- Please, please, don't hurt me!
Please?
(hits thudding) (Agent 702 groans)
(Jackie thuds) - Where are they?
- Fuck you! (horn honks)
(fist thuds) (Jackie yells)
(Jackie sobs)
- Where are they?
Don't make me ask again.
- The Warehouse.
It's a club.
- All right.
Let's go get your friends, huh?
(footsteps clomping)
(Nathan groans) (Aamina breathes heavily)
- [Aamina] Lock the door, Bigg.
Don't let anyone else in but Jackie, okay?
Sketch, get the link runnin'. (electronic beeping)
(keyboard clacking)
(Nathan groans)
- [Sketch] Before we upload anything,
we need to identify.
(keyboard clacking) (electronic whirring)
(computer beeping)
(keyboard continues clacking)
(footsteps clomping)
(metal clangs)
(elevator door clatters)
(motor whooshing and rumbling)
- Okay. - Hey!
What are you doing?
- Relax.
It's just a little neurostrablizer.
Help keep your head clear.
Take the edge off a little bit.
- It's okay. (Nathan breathes shakily)
- [Nathan] Okay.
Okay.
(Nathan groans)
Okay, okay. (keyboard clacking)
- [Sketch] Shit, I got nothin' to work with.
His memory's all over the fuckin' place.
Okay, I got it. (electronic whooshing)
I got access to the Synapse database.
- [Aamina] Do you have a match?
- I don't know.
I'm searching archive mem files
to match the image feed from his mind.
(intense dramatic music)
Shit!
- No!
(gun cocks) No, no, no, no!
He was working with Frank.
- How you know?
- 'Cause Freddy told me.
All right, he has the key in there, Sketch,
so we need to upload the memory, the original memory,
whatever is left of it.
Sketch, do it!
- Aamina, we upload, it wipes the cover, okay?
This memory under Frank's memories will eat his ass up.
- You have to find another way!
- [Sketch] I can't, I can't!
- Do it, Sketch.
- Not here. - Do it!
- I'm not doing that shit. - Do it.
- Frank, no. - Fuck that shit!
- Just do it, do it!
- Sketch. - Listen, y'all motherfuckers-
- Upload the memories, Sketch
Upload the memory folder. - He will be gone!
- Frank, no! - Wait!
- You have to find it! - I can't-
Aamina! - Find a way, Sketch!
- Do it, do it! - We can't!
We can't! - Just do it.
- He will be gone. - Do it, do it.
- Okay? - Upload the code, Sketch.
- Only thing left will be this agent, Nathan Stafford,
and then we gotta deal with that shit.
- [Aamina] I know.
I say we save Frank. - Do it, Sketch!
Do it now!
- Do not make me do this.
Do not make me say goodbye to you.
- You know we have to do this.
It's the one thing my mind agrees on.
Aamina, let me go.
(somber instrumental music)
- Wait!
(somber instrumental music swells)
Remember me.
(somber instrumental music continues)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(electronic buzzing) (intense whirring)
(Nathan yells out painfully)
(electronic buzzing) (static hissing)
- The code to crash the Synapse system is
1-9-7-9-0-0-7-0-3.
(electronic whirring)
(intense dramatic music) (gunshot firing)
(bullet casing clanks) (Bigg thuds)
(gunshots firing)
(glass shattering)
(gunshots continue firing)
- [Nathan] Loose ends?
- Yeah, our runners, we pop 'em.
Can't have a bunch of mem heads
runnin' around with our info.
- [Frank] I'm sorry, man.
Sorry I'm telling you- - You gotta go.
You gotta go now.
We're blown.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
- No, no, no, I- - They sent me over here
to kill you.
- [Frank] What are we gonna do?
- Get your girl, grab the contacts,
and we'll give you a call, (gunshots firing)
and we'll come get you in an hour.
(gunshots continue firing)
702, it's 303.
Frank's dead.
(electronic whirring)
(somber instrumental music)
(car door clatters open)
(gun cocks) (door slams shut)
I just need you to listen to me, okay?
Baby, listen.
I need you to grab Sam, get his clothes,
head over to the End Hotel, room 3C.
I'll meet you there.
(electronic whirring)
(gunshots firing)
(somber instrumental music)
(gunshots firing) (Nathan breathes heavily)
No, no, no, no, no.
(somber instrumental music continues)
Frank.
(gunshot firing)
(Frank thuds)
(gunshots firing)
(somber instrumental music continues)
- [Agent 702] At lease we didn't orphan your kid.
(gunshot firing) (bullet casing clanks)
(ominous dramatic music) (gunshots firing)
(electronic static whirring)
- Frank, I need your contacts.
(footsteps clomping)
(somber instrumental music)
(gunshot firing) (Aamina gasps)
Give me your password, Frank.
Come on.
- Carter. - Carter.
(electronic beeping)
(somber instrumental music swells)
(electronic whirring)
(gunshots firing)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(gunshot firing)
(electronic whirring)
- [Frank] What's a guy like me
gotta do to run away with a girl like you?
(intense dramatic tones)
(gunshots firing) - Stop!
(gunshots continue firing)
(alarm sounds)
(gunshots continue firing)
(indistinct yelling)
(gunshot firing) (male groans)
(gunshot continues firing) (Jackie screams)
(suspenseful dramatic music)
(Aamina breathes heavily)
- Drop the gun.
- [Agent 702] Welcome back, buddy.
Perfect timing.
He and I go way back.
You didn't know that, did you?
Killed Frank.
- He's lying.
He told me to kill Frank.
(male moaning) (gunshot firing)
(bullet casing clanks)
Frank told me about your son.
- [Agent 702] He told you his name was Nathan?
Synapse agents don't have names.
(gunshot firing) (Agent 702 groans painfully)
(Agent 702 continues groaning)
(gun cocks)
(Agent 702 continues groaning)
- You know you can trust me.
- [Agent 702] Don't listen to him, Aamina.
He's lying.
- Shut up.
Tie his hands behind his back.
Go on.
(Agent 702 groans painfully)
Shut up.
(Agent 702 continues groaning)
Take care of your friend.
Go on.
(Agent 702 continues groaning)
Get up! (Agent 702 grunts painfully)
- [Agent 702] Fuck!
What you wanna do, shoot me, huh?
What are you doing?
(Agent 702 groans painfully)
- [Nathan] Nothing, I'm just gonna scan you.
See what you know.
- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna take your contacts.
(electronic buzzing) - No.
(electronic buzzing continues)
(electronic whirring)
The op.
The op, did we get the tech?
What are you doing?
- I was an op.
You killed my family.
- What?
No, no, no, no.
(electronic whirring) (gunshot firing)
(electronic whirring continues)
That's not me.
That's a lie.
That's not me!
That is not me!
(Agent 702 groans painfully)
- Look, look!
- [Agent 702] I've been set up.
That's not me.
(gunshot firing)
- That's not you?
That's in my head, you fuck! - All right.
(Agent 702 breathes shakily)
Like I said, that's not me.
(electronic whirring) (Nathan breathes heavily)
- Look at me.
Look at me.
I've been where you are,
and I know deep down,
deep down, you fuckin' remember.
(gunshot firing)
(bullet casing clanks) (intense dramatic music)
(gun clicks)
(Nathan breathes heavily)
(intense dramatic music continues)
We have to go.
(Sketch groans painfully)
- [Sketch] Go!
Fuck!
(gun clicks)
(Sketch groans painfully)
(footsteps clomping)
Oh, fuck.
Fuck!
(intense dramatic music continues)
(Sketch groans)
(waves crashing)
(gentle orchestral music)
- [Nathan] What is the soul?
Is there a soul?
What makes us us?
Is it our experiences, our memories?
What are the things we can't remember?
Feelings, the impressions,
that gut reaction that has no basis?
No origin that we can recall?
If we wipe our memories,
can we still be who we are?
(car engine roars)
(gentle orchestral music continues)
(cars roaring)
(car door clatters open)
(car door slams shut)
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
(waves continue crashing)
- So what now?
- Find the source.
I'm gonna locate every one of 702's contacts
and burn it down.
- You or we?
- All right, we.
(waves crashing)
- What?
- Just a thought.
Is how a guy like me
can end up running away with a girl like you?
(gentle orchestral music)
("King" by Zayde Wolfe plays)
♪ Whoa
♪ I can feel the weight
♪ Yeah, I can feel the weight of the world ♪
♪ Whoa
♪ I can feel the pressure
♪ Yeah, I know the pain and the hurt ♪
♪ Whoa
♪ I've been climbin' up all these mountains for so long ♪
♪ And I've been buildin' up all these kingdoms for so long ♪
♪ But I will not run when destiny comes ♪
♪ I'm dippin' my hand in gold
♪ It's good to be king
♪ Whoa
♪ The crown is gettin' heavy
♪ But they've written my name in the stars ♪
♪ Whoa
♪ Ooh, for diamonds and castles ♪
♪ I've dealt blood and greed and scars ♪
♪ Whoa
♪ Ooh, yeah
♪ I've been climbin' up all these mountains for so long ♪
♪ And I've been buildin' up all these kingdoms for so long ♪
♪ But I will not run when destiny comes ♪
♪ I'm dippin' my hand in gold
♪ It's good to be king
♪ Like a conqueror
♪ It's good to be king
♪ Like a conqueror
♪ It's good to be king
♪ Like a conqueror
♪ It's good to be king
♪ It's so good, so good, so good ♪
♪ It's good to be king
♪ It's good to be, it's good to be ♪
♪ It's good to be king
♪ It's good, it's good to be king ♪