Okay, let's go.
Fucking move it.
Come on, baby. Come on.
Move move move!
On me! On me! Through the room.
He's on flank. Drop it.
What are you waiting for? Do it!
Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up!
Ending simulation.
Extracting players.
You just got your whole unit blown up.
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. - You're a fucking liability, trooper.
I think she's really hurt, man.
She's fine. Automatic cut-out--
any vitals go critical, the system brings her out.
You know the score.
You fuck up, you get basted.
We weren't warned about booby traps in the arena, Sergeant.
Warned?
You're not Special Forces.
You're special fucking needs!
Now outside. Playtime's over.
Actually, I'm gonna need her for a while first, Sergeant.
You okay, Jess?
Yes, sir.
Outside in 10.
The rest of you-- good work.
Now piss off and have yourselves a weekend.
I'm fine.
- Hey, Tom, what was that all about? - Go debrief the others, Vic.
Look, I'm sorry,
but my job is not to give you an easy ride.
Dismount, cowboy.
All right, so when you were in there, there were times
when you realized it was a simulation, right?
For instance, before finishing off that guy,
you hesitated when you thought it was real,
- but then you realized-- - Shit!
Just don't tell them, all right?
It's no problem.
My job is to make the sim for the brain.
Taggert's the one that's supposed to make a mindless killer out of you.
Thanks. Is that it?
Yes, ma'am. That's all.
What'd you go and do that for?
- What's that, Victor? - This-- it was a booby trap.
Were you planning on bringing her?
Because I really don't think it's her scene, man.
No no no, that's not the point.
The point is, you nearly blew her fucking hand off, mate.
And it grew right back.
I did you a favor, man.
I mean, tell me.
How did you plan on getting out of seeing her, anyway?
We had no definite plan.
It's Friday night, dude.
She may be Special Forces, but she is a chick.
She would've had you by the balls.
- Fuck off. - She'll be fine, trust me.
It's you I'm worried about. I mean, look at you.
You're falling apart.
You can make it up to her tomorrow, but for now,
let's get this show on the road.
Okay.
All right, dude. Load up and I'll make the call.
And try to be inconspicuous.
Tom, Fort Bragg is not the same without you, bud.
Hey man, listen up. I'm gonna run some sims tonight,
off-base remote link.
So I'm gonna need a support team and the system running.
You've got it. Is this another one of your crazy-ass experiments?
No. No no, man.
Just some regular extreme gaming, dude. No for reals.
But hey, I am gonna push this.
So if the readings get a little crazy, don't worry about it, all right?
And...
don't tell the chief, okay?
Cool. I owe you one, man.
- Hey. - Hey.
So listen, sorry I-- I--
I screwed up earlier this evening.
- You know, not that we had plans exactly-- - No. It's okay.
It's just too bad.
So are you going somewhere?
Hey, I forgot to ask you about your hand.
Right. Yeah. It's fine actually.
- Gave me a bit of a shock, that's all. - Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
It's hardly your fault. I have 2 hands now.
See?
- So, what'll you do then, tonight? - I don't know. No real plans.
You know? Bit of gaming with Benny.
Iain's got this really kind of cool setup at work.
So we're gonna check that out.
God. Geeks' night out.
Yeah. Geeks' night out.
- Are you up to something? - No. No.
I mean-- you know, anyway I've got to go.
- Steady. - All right. Okay.
- Well, you better run. - Yeah.
- so should I call you later then? - Yeah.
Yeah, you can call me later.
You might need me to come rescue you.
- Yeah. - All right. Let's go.
She's gonna call later.
Subterfuge just ain't your thing, is it, bud?
What did the guy mean by "crazy-ass experiments"?
The guy's retarded. They all are.
They can't even begin to fathom what this shit can do.
A prophet's never recognized his own land, mate.
Damn straight.
You think I came here for the weather?
Tell me about it.
Fuck's sake! Fuckers!
Come on, that's mean.
Kind of thought so.
Tom, Benny. Benny, Tom.
The American Vic, right?
No. I'm the original, he's the Australian rip-off.
Man.
- That hurts. - Have you got it?
The question is, my friend, have you got it?
- You know what I'm saying? - Absolutely.
Oh, yeah.
Hold on.
People actually pay you
to get their avatars up to higher gaming levels?
Are you kidding me? You call that a job?
Well, what can I tell ya?
- Meet the master. - Here we go.
And you can't fucking laugh.
I've just creamed your high score again.
I'm on fucking fire, boys.
This game of yours-- it won't know what the fuck has hit it.
Here we go, guys.
Die, you fuck!
An empty jail.
Imagine being stuck in here on your own every night.
Hell of a security guard.
How long do we have to sit here for, Vic? I mean,
can't we just go anywhere and set this up?
- No. - Why this gloomy shithole?
"Gloomy shithole's" the point, bud. It's...
completely undisturbed and it's all ours.
Not to mention, he's got CCTV which
clearly is not working.
About bloody fucking time.
About time! Thank you!
Jesus Christ.
This place is being turned into a hotel?
5 stars.
Hey!
- What took ya? - Mr. Sullivan.
Good to see you again.
You ready for this?
So it's up to me and Vic to lift everything, eh?
Hey. Welcome to the house of fun, boys.
We'll be the judge of that.
Yeah.
Cool space, man. This will be unreal.
Hey, where's that stuff at?
- What stuff? - Come on, man.
You know what I'm talking about.
That crazy shit you told me that night in the pub.
- Where's it at? - What crazy stuff?
Keep up.
- The place that really spooked you. - Yeah.
People laugh at me for that.
They think I'm fucking hallucinating.
But if they went down there,
they wouldn't laugh.
I'm not laughing at you, man.
Just tell me, down where?
Where do I dump this?
North wing, lower level,
through the tunnel.
That's where it's worse, you know?
Oi! Security.
You sly fuckers.
Fuck.
- So this game... - Mate?
- Cheers. - is it as good as Vic says?
This game...
is no game, my friend.
Very fancy.
What kind of specs are we talking?
Unless you have a PhD in Al from MIT,
don't even ask.
I do have an MA in "fuck you."
Will that not do?
All right, so...
we'll go ahead and wire up this place...
and one other wing.
That one. All the way downstairs too.
My lovely assistant here will show you what to do.
These are not what we've been using.
- What are these sexy things? - It's an upgrade.
It's for your greater comfort and pleasure.
Very comfortable.
They're not gonna put themselves out.
Okay. Take the bag.
Iain, you know what to do, mate.
Bring the weed and let's get the fuck out of here.
So, Vicky, if Yankee Doodle Dandy says to suck his cock,
do you say, "How hard?"
Benny boy,
for the purposes of tonight,
so do you.
Hold on, why are we going this way?
Because, my very stoned friend--
- Tom said so. - Yeah, but--
So, what do these gizmos do then?
It's how the system maps the location.
See, these babies will monitor just about anything--
geography, temperature...
It's looking good.
Warning: raising emersion--
monitor movement, temperature, ionic charge...
every fucking molecule.
This way.
- Question. - Fuck!
What were you up to at the sim building?
If you have a question, you can fucking well wait outside.
You're not a woman here, you're a soldier
just like all the rest.
Isn't that how you want it?
Get the fuck out of my way.
Looking for lover boy, were ya?
You think I don't know
you've been fucking your way through the course?
Bad news.
The geeks can't get you through.
They're not proper army.
I'm the real fucking army!
Basic training, trooper-- never drop your guard...
unless you want me to treat you different--
more like a woman.
'Cause I can do that.
Put it away or wave it goodbye.
Yeah.
You think I can't take that off you?
Don't you blink, trooper.
You blink and it's mine.
And you.
You'll blink.
Fuck!
Wanker!
What kind of fucked up prison is this, Iain?
Yeah, it's not a regular prison, mate.
Well, I mean it was until it closed down 20 years ago.
Then the military took it over after 9/11.
When I was in the service it was supposed to be out of use,
but we all knew different.
- And? - Mate.
Come on, Iain. Spill the beans.
What the fuck happened here?
You know our boys were working with the Americans--
picking up suspects overseas.
And if they wanted to interrogate them
without worrying about the Geneva Convention and stuff,
- well, this is where they took them. - Bollocks.
- What? - You mean rendition?
- Yeah. - There was none of that shit here.
What the fuck do you know?
All right, then wise up now. Now they export it.
- That's why they let this place go. - Of course they did.
I'm telling ya! I was stationed at your base.
- What, my base? - Yeah.
They used guys from there as guards here.
Mates of mine-- they told me stuff.
Stuff? What kind of stuff?
Torture.
Unmarked graves. Dark shit.
These prisoners, they all went to Guant�namo, didn't they?
Not all of them.
Some people came in and never came out.
No shit?
That leads to the interrogation cell.
I don't go down there.
Bro, seriously,
no one in the security company goes down there.
That's where it's cold.
Cold?
Yeah, well,
I mean a kind of cold.
It's like death.
How the hell were you ever in the army?
What do you know about fear?
Come on, Iain. I'll look after you, mate.
Come on.
Jesus.
- Vic, where are you? - Hey, babe.
Kind of weird?
...leave me a message
and I'll ring you back.
Hey listen, Vic, it's me.
I know what you're up to.
And to be honest,
I really don't feel like hanging around here right now,
so...
give me a call.
All right.
Fuck.
You asshole.
Fucking hell.
What is that stench?
When did you say this place was last used?
We're in.
- Good evening. - Yes, hello.
Do you have a Mr. Iain Sullivan working for you?
Mr. Sullivan-- yes, we do.
Right, well, his mobile's off,
so do you think you could tell me where to find him?
I'm not supposed to release that--
So, Major Tom, what are we waiting for?
Monitor signals need a boost--
- high as you can. - Gotcha.
Aren't you afraid of heights, soldier?
So do you guys do this often, then?
You know, knick the kit from the base?
yeah, sure.
A bunch of us at Bragg devised a scoring system
for the shoot-em-ups.
We got ourselves a little league going.
Thought it might be cool to have some international competition.
And well, Vicky says you boys know what you're doing.
- Yeah. - Well...
maybe we'll teach you a thing or 3.
Yeah, or 7.
You boys have got a high opinion of yourselves now, don't ya?
Joking aside,
as an American, at Immigration, when they say "occupation,"
do you have to say "No, just here on holiday"?
You're a funny guy.
Let's see how much you laugh when you're inside the belly of the beast.
- Whatever. - Guys!
We're good to go.
Hello.
Private, I need the keys to the sim building.
Right, Sergeant.
- All right. - You're fucking kidding.
Okay.
All right, none of that. Come on.
- Ready? - Spoil sport.
How does this miracle machine work then?
Well, we-- we manipulate the temporal lobe.
It stops the brain from being able to tell reality from fantasy.
What the-- temporal--
No, is it...
it's safe, yeah?
Relax, Tom's done it 100 times. Right, Tom?
Simple appliance of science.
Don't worry.
I've only ever lobotomized a couple of guys.
You'll be just fine.
See, basically, you boys-- you're going to be in a waking dream state.
- Right? - You know how sometimes you know
- that you're dreaming? - Yeah.
Yeah, well,
you might feel that at first, but then...
we take the breakers off,
the dream becomes reality.
Here we go.
You guys not coming in then?
We just gotta get things running smoothly.
- We'll see you girls in there in a bit. - Right.
- Cool. - This is gonna be great.
All right, mate. How fucking crazy is this?
It looks like you.
Guys, listen up.
I can feel that!
You're moving into a different reality.
Your brains need time to interface with the software.
This is fucked.
Guys--
Pretty soon you won't be able to hear me.
- You'll be completely online. - Stop it, right?
Something is up with Benny.
Unfamiliar scenario.
He'll be fine.
You are soldiers in enemy territory.
Look around.
Fight and stay alive.
- Full combat? - The works, baby.
Holy mind fuck.
Yeah!
It's been too fucking long, right?
Check your weapon.
Okay.
Safety off.
Go for it.
Yes.
Right, let's fucking go for this.
Come on.
Uploading.
- That's so beautiful. - Concentrate, soldier! Focus.
They're above us.
Get behind me! Go go!
How do you score?
Let's regenerate a few.
Go go go!
They're coming from everywhere!
Fuck!
Go down the fucking stairs!
It's getting a little extreme there, don't you think?
It's a fucking program.
The combatants are programmed to miss.
Go go go go! Fall back!
Come on!
Go go go go!
What the fuck? Get in here!
- Iain! - Piece of shit!
Iain, you all right?
- Bitch! - You're not so clever now!
Iain. Fuck!
Shit, man-- what--
What the fuck is that?
That looked like a woman.
- I've got bigger problems to deal with. - Access denied.
The automatic cut-out just... cut out.
Access denied.
Shit. Iain's in trouble.
- Where are you going? - I'm pulling the plug, man.
What are you, crazy? There's a million different ways that could mess him up.
If nothing else, you could turn him into a vegetable.
But leaving him in there might fucking kill him. Okay, man?
It's my call. First you close the program.
- Well then, close the fucking program! - I'm trying!
Iain?
Fuck.
Okay, we didn't upload that.
We've got to get them out now.
Fuck. God.
Come on.
For fuck's sake, Iain, get up.
Come on, get fucking up!
You all right? Yeah?
What doesn't kill ya...
Ready, yeah?
Holy fuck.
Look like we fucking blew them away.
No, man. That wasn't you.
No. Bullets may have done that...
but not that.
I definitely did that, mate.
This has got to be the most coolest thing yet.
That's for sure, eh?
Escape, you stupid-- Fuck! Escape!
Shut up! Just shut up!
Ending simulation.
Extracting players.
Hey.
You okay?
My fucking God!
- Yeah, you like that? - Liked it?!
It was fucking horrible!
Give me more!
Hey, you all right?
Yeah, fucking fine.
Sergeant Taggert,
this is Fort Bragg Control. How can we help you?
Equipment's gone missing from my base.
It may be your base, but it's our equipment.
This is a security matter.
And your security status does not permit you
to be in this facility on your own.
Please leave immediately, Sergeant.
That is some intense shit.
What did I tell you, Benny boy?
I mean, that could really fuck you up.
Guys, listen--
Tommy, how did we do, anyway?
What's the score? Tommy boy?
The score?
- No score. - No score?
Yeah, the system, it didn't collate it.
We had to extract you early.
We had a technical glitch.
- He's checking it out. - Fuck!
I fucking creamed them!
No, that wasn't you.
It certainly wasn't fucking you, soldier.
You see this guy? He froze on me.
Wouldn't want him beside you in a real fight.
Shut the fuck up.
Scan complete.
Sensor malfunctioning.
Hey, Tom, we're getting some crazy readings.
- What's up? - Yeah, it's no big deal.
It's just a couple of the sensors blew.
I'm gonna go change 'em now.
I'm coming right back. No touching.
Right, guys.
Something really fucked up happened in there.
Here we go.
- Acid flashback. - No.
This was not in my head.
Well...
it was in my head, but--
Iain, mate,
you fried your brains.
You really fucking deep-fried 'em.
You gotta relax, Iain.
It's all part of the game-- total immersion.
I really don't think this was part of any game.
The game worked, man.
You played the game.
So, this precious system of yours--
Can it read any CD-ROM?
Yeah, it sure can.
The program just acts as a catalyst for the brain.
How about, say, this one?
No no no, Benny boy. No.
The system's not all clear yet. It's too damn risky.
How risky can it be?
Naked women. Fuck, no.
Hey... no. Don't touch that.
Which is it-- you don't know how
or you're not allowed?
Howdy.
Now it's best to stay in the room.
The rest is not all mapped out yet, okay?
Yeah. All right.
Man, this is a bad idea.
Stop being such a fucking Cassandra.
- A what? - Ho-ho!
He's ignorant too.
Cassandra, she was the Trojan princess.
She-- well, she had the gift of prophecy
but no one believed her.
Right. So what you're saying is
that no one believed her, but actually she was right.
Right. That-- that was a bad example.
That's not what I meant. What I meant was--
What he's saying is a faint heart never fucks a pig, yeah?
- True. - Yeah.
Let's rock.
I hope the ladies like a guy in uniform.
We'll make it ideal.
And they don't give it a shit because they'll even like you.
Now you're going
into a new place.
Your mission--
well, it's to fuck anything that moves, right, mate?
Can you actually, like, fuck?
Fuckers.
Fuck.
Evening, darling.
Got something for a weary soldier, have ya?
Cool.
Yes.
Can you give her a bit more,
I don't know, character?
What, you mean like "character"?
Yeah, like, you know... dominatrix.
I can't do that.
He likes 'em beefy.
That's what I call "WM-Double-D."
Perfect just got better.
Come here.
Hey, baby.
Fuck.
Yes.
- Tom. - Jess.
What are you doing here?
Funny that. I was about to ask you the same thing.
Boys will be boys.
When did you plan this?
Totally last minute.
You're full of shit.
Don't tell anyone, okay?
- Hold that thought. - I will.
- Tom. - Hey, man. Yeah, I just fixed it.
- Copy that. It's running right now. - No no, that's not possible.
I'm getting some strange pictures here, Tom.
Those motherfuckers!
Unbelievable.
Yes.
Hello.
What's this?
Brought another friend, did ya?
- On you go, cowboy. - Hey, asshole!
Stop the fucking program!
Would you relax? It's just a bit of fun,
No fucking idea--
Big drama queen.
Don't fuck with my game, dude.
Jess!
You are in so much trouble.
Why don't you come over and join us here, love?
The more the merrier.
Why don't you let me work on this one a couple of minutes, yeah?
- You fucking idiots! - Relax.
It's just a bit of fun. Look at him.
You stood me up for this?
Technically we didn't have a date.
Charming.
Relax, it's not like I'm with another woman.
Right, so...
what would you call this then?
Okay, it was Benny's idea.
It was his idea. Look at him.
Come on!
It was Benny's idea, babe!
That is... some look, babe.
A little shy, are ya?
Not too shy for a bit of bondage though.
That's--
just a little tight, babe.
- Seriously? - Guys. Guys!
Look.
I-- I don't think this woman is ideal.
No need to stop entirely.
See? What I tell you? Look.
He's loving it. Look at him.
- Jesus Christ. - Fuck me.
- Shit. - What the fuck happened there?
Benny? Someone get him out.
- System locked. - It won't close.
Shit!
Shit.
- Jesus. - Do something.
- His neck! - I'm on it.
- What just happened? - I just replaced some of the sensors,
but these idiots started the program before it came online again.
Just hold on, okay?
That should do it.
I thought that there was no way that it could cause actually, physical damage.
Yeah, I said that this is out of control.
Look-- the cut-out fucked up.
It could just be a muscle spasm, okay?
But he's alive. We can get him out.
We just have to find him, that's all.
- So, where is he? - The arena's shifting.
- Tom! - That's unexpected.
- Unexpected? - Appliance of science.
We apply, it replies.
Fuck.
What's it saying now?
Fuck.
Fuck!
Hey, Tom! Stop staring at it, mate, and do something.
Come on, please. Shit.
I'm sorry, Benny.
Why can't we just unplug him?
To unplug him, we'd have to close the program.
And to close the program, we'd have to extract the players.
And to extract the players, we gotta know where they are.
- How can this happen? - What part of it, Jess?
The program not closing? The disappearances? Injuries?
It's got in there, that's how.
It's fucking in there.
- What is? - He's got some mentalist notion
- there's a haunted corridor. - For--
There's something down there.
Vic, you felt that weird shit.
And I told him we shouldn't be fucking around down there.
If you don't believe me, fucking ask him.
Why'd you pick that wing, Tom?
If you would all just calm down--
As a matter of fact, why did you even
insist we come here in the first place?
We need to focus on Benny.
No, we need to know what's going on, Tom!
Yeah. Tom, enough.
All right, no bullshit, no cryptic comments.
Just tell us what the fuck is going on.
We may have uploaded an anomaly.
What kind of anomaly?
He means a ghost. Did I not just say that?
I mean an unidentified source of energy
- that has corrupted the system. - You uploaded it how, Tom?
Look, the vital thing right now
is to get Benny out, wouldn't you say?
We need to find him.
So how do we find him?
Somebody has to go in.
No.
- Quickly. - All right.
I put him in there. I'll go and get him.
Vic, there's a hostile in there.
You've got hardly any combat experience.
I'll go with you.
You're better off to bring somebody
who knows the place well too.
It's kind of... changeable.
You're going in.
Okay, Tom. Can we find him?
To find him, we have to find her.
Clearly we're not dealing with an ordinary sim combatant.
- How do we fight her? - Well, you're going to need
a special weapon and I've got just the thing.
- An immobilizer. - Immobilize,
capture, drag-- bingo.
You seem mighty well-prepared for this anomaly.
What can I say?
I was a Boy Scout.
Authorization is Taggert 750-X-02.
I'm running a training sim here.
I need you to triangulate a mobile signal.
I'm taking you in fast, guys.
This is a search and rescue mission. Find the hostage, capture the hostile.
Test your weapons. Good luck.
Yeah. Beautiful.
Iain, what's the matter? Arm yourself.
Let's go.
Right. This way.
Last man down. Go right.
Closed down all this years ago.
Running silent-- stick to giving directions.
Right. Take the stairs in front of you.
What stairs?
The fucking stairs in front of you.
Iain, what stairs? This is no time to piss about.
The fucking--
Iain, just 'cause you don't want to go down there, mate--
- come on, hurry up. - No-- right-- look.
I've walked this beat 100 times--
a fucking 1,000 times.
This is where the fucking stairs are.
- He's fucking right. - What are you waiting for?
All right. I'm going to check down this way.
You check the other cells.
Come on.
Vic! Come here!
- Jess! - Where the fuck has she gone?!
Shit! Fuck.
She's right behind you. Turn around.
Guys?
Vic?
Jess!
Benny!
Shit. Jess!
Jess!
Mate, I don't think you should be fucking shouting.
Shut up. Benny!
Jess!
Oh, my God.
- Benny. - Jess.
No, go. Go
- She's here. She's here. - It's okay.
She's not here. I've got you.
It's okay, Benny. It's all right.
That's it. Down you go.
Oh, shit.
All right, Benny. You just hang tight.
Help is coming.
- Did I get the top score? - What?
- Did I win? - Benny, listen to me.
You're hurt.
Just fucking beautiful.
Just-- don't try to speak, all right?
Hell of a thing--
world in a microchip.
Looks...
almost...
real.
Benny.
Tom?
Did someone just die?
Benny.
Shit.
Fuck.
There's a good girl.
Go! Go!
- Tom? - Just bear with me, dude.
I got a plan.
Shit!
Not again!
Fuck.
Come on.
What kind of a fucking game do you call this?
Listen to me, Taggert.
You just cut the signal boost.
Now they're trapped inside until I reconnect.
They're already in serious danger.
You just made it worse.
No no, don't touch him. Don't!
He's past caring.
I knew you couldn't handle combat, girlie!
You can't even handle a fucking game.
No, she's still in the system!
- Jess! - She's here!
She's here! Where is she?
Jess, stop.
You're out of the sim, Jess.
- The sim, Jess-- - Fuck.
Tom, there was a woman.
- She killed Benny. - What was she like?
What was she like? She--
she was evil.
I know this sounds crazy, but...
she got inside my--
my head.
It was like I had her memories.
How could that happen?
You interfaced with it. My God.
That's-- that's everything--
Wait. He was there.
- This is crazy. - Taggert?
- Where? - He attacked me. I mean, fuck--
I mean, he attacked her. I--
Christ, that's what she wants--
revenge.
She's going to kill--
why are they not out?
Tom, why are they not out of the sim?
You weren't as fully immersed as they are, but...
if we don't get them out right away, they may never come back.
Here. Signal-- as high as you can.
Where'd the lights go, man?
It's the extraction team.
They cut the power. They have a tendency to do that.
No.
There's no team, man.
It's just us.
We're left here, Vic.
Oi, there's something there.
There's nothing there, okay, Iain?
Please, hold it together for me, okay, man?
Okay.
Come on, come on.
Guys, hang in there. Cavalry's coming.
- Can you see them? - It's rebuilding.
Well, the whole fucking world has disappeared, man.
Shut up.
You hear that?
You hear that? Fuck.
Listen. Listen to that, mate.
Listen to that.
Hello?
Jess! Benny!
Anyone?
No, mate.
Don't think about it.
What's that, Iain?
Iain? Iain!
Shit, man! Fuck!
Fuck!
You did this intentionally.
Yeah.
- I had this theory-- - What the fuck!
Are you saying that Iain was right?
What have you done?
Jesus Christ. Who is she?
A life form, a spirit, a ghost, call it what you--
I'm sorry. Who was she?
Beats me.
But she knew Taggert, so she can't be that long gone.
- Wait, I have an idea. Dude. - What's going on, man?
I need you to check some files for me.
Come on.
Okay, complete. Get them out.
It may be complete, but nothing is where it should be
and I still can't see them.
Look at this crazy shit.
She's doing this.
I can't find anything anymore.
I know where they are.
Put me back in.
- Put me in, quick. - Jess,
once you find her, just get her in the beam
and I'll take care of the rest.
Tom, get this--
if I find her, I'm going to tie her chain
around her fucking neck
and I'm going to rip her evil head off.
Shit.
Fuck.
Jess! Jess!
Jess!
Vic?
Shit!
Tom, we got one possibility.
- Talk to me. - Just known as Prisoner K--
cyber-terrorist.
She was picked up by the company in Istanbul
just after 9/11.
Put her in an unmarked jet,
flew her to the UK for questioning
took her to that jail of yours.
Tell me about the prisoner.
Worked for the highest bidder, IQ off the scale,
she hacked into banks.
War on terror? Man, she was funding the other side.
- What does it say happened to her? - Man: She was one mean motherfucker.
Killed a guard. The interrogation got a little out of hand.
Your man Taggert was in charge.
What it says here--
she died there, man.
So, what the fuck is going on?
Man: What's this about, man?
I caught us a ghost, man.
- You did what? - That's right.
Like I always said, man,
this thing--
it's got consciousness.
It can do shit you would not even believe.
And we can own her.
Tom, people have died.
We can't hide this from the chief. I'm shutting you down.
No... you cannot do that.
We have people inside.
Shit.
Okay, you got 15 minutes to get 'em out.
That's all.
Tom: You're going to have to run the sim from there.
I'm going in for them.
And I'm gonna catch me a ghost.
How the hell are you gonna do that?
I got something she wants.
Okay, Tom, we're set.
I'm sending you in first, then Taggert.
Shit.
Hey. Hey, you okay?
Hey. Hey.
You understand me? Hey.
- Are you hurt? Hey.
Shit.
Fucking bitch!
Fucking bitch, fuck you!
Get your fucking hands off him!
- Vic! - Where'd she go?
- I don't know. - Did you get her?
I don't think so.
What the bloody fuck?
Iain's dead.
- I know. - I kind of thought she got you.
- No. - Come here.
Where are ya?
You fucker!
When I fucking get hold of you
I'm gonna make mincemeat!
Who the bloody hell are you?
Hello, baby. Want to party?
What are you up to, you fuckers?
Don't fuck with me!
Where are ya?
What's going on?
Fuck!
Is this a fucking joke?
You?
Okay, we just need to get to the rotunda.
They can extract us from there.
Okay, go! Go!
Jesus.
She's mine, Jess!
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's all right. It's okay.
- We made it. - Yeah.
This is not all possible.
It's a fucking sim, you know?
I think she was real.
I think Iain was right.
Tom came here with a plan tonight
to-- to catch a ghost.
What?
God knows how, he--
he did it.
Holy crap!
How did that happen?
That's not supposed to happen. How'd that happen?
She got what she wanted.
She got Taggert.
Now you can clean up the pieces.
- Come on, Vic. - One minute.
Bragg? Hey.
Hey, you guys there?
You shut us down?
Yes! We fucking got you!
Vic.
Now all I need to do is bag you.
Tom.
- Tom! - What?!
You did all this?
All for some fucking crazy ghost?
Crazy? Crazy how, man?
I just proved that it's not fucking crazy.
I just interfaced with the fucking afterlife, man!
Do you realize-- this is like--
this is like Nobel Prize shit.
This is-- this is bigger than landing
on the motherfucking moon, man!
Did you miss the dead bodies on the floor, Tom?
Excuse me, sweetheart,
but I'm addressing the man of science!
- You arrogant prick! - You just fucking used me!
- And you kill my fucking friends? - No, I didn't kill them, she did.
You put them in there, you fucking prick.
Vic! Vic!
Vic, I'm-- I'm sorry. I truly am. I swear to God.
Just think about it.
This is bigger than life or death.
You had no right, Tom! No right at all!
- Come on, Vic. - Vic, just give me a second, okay?
Just imagine a world
where there's just war in cyberspace.
There's no human casualties, there's no collateral damage,
just a billion bots beating the crap out of each other.
That's the future and I welcome it.
And when that future comes, that bitch is going to be
the best fucking weapon on the planet.
All we gotta do is strap a saddle on her, man.
- Come on. - You're out of your fucking mind,
you know that? Let's go.
Yeah?
Well, I just caught a fucking ghost!
Who's crazy now?
What's going to happen about the guys?
They're going to cover it up.
They're gonna try, at least, but I'm gonna shout it
from the fucking rooftops!
They won't like that.
Well, I hope not, man. I'm putting these bastards in the shit, babe.
- I'm telling you. - Good for you.
Hey...
when you disappeared in there,
I-- I thought I lost you.
I realized just, you know, how much you meant to me
and, well, we've never really discussed the future.
So--
Right, well, I don't think now is quite the time, Vic--
I know it's not the time, but...
we should make time.
We should go anywhere you like.
And we should make time...
if you'd like.
Yeah.
Yeah, I-- I'd like.
Let's get out of here.
Okay, we're nearly out. Let's kick up a storm.
Oh, lost my phone. You got one?
No.
You got anything in your pockets?
- No, is it important? - My pockets were full.
Shit.
Fucking shit.
The world-- it's gone.
It was never there.
See, there's nothing in our pockets
because the computer didn't program it in.
I don't understand.
We're still inside the sim, Jess.
It's all virtual.
She tricked us. Let's go.
Shit. Come on.
Bragg, have I got something for you.
Tom! Don't!
Came back to share in the glory?
No, do not put that folder in there.
Listen, she tricked us. We're still inside the game.
That's not possible.
No no, Tom-- Tom-- there is no outside world,
there is no details. It is a program and she's running it.
No. 'Cause these are our clothes
and we never uploaded them into the game.
Tom, she's in our fucking minds!
And she is playing us like fools!
No!
Tom, have you spoken to Bragg?
- It can't be. - Erasing drive.
- Shit, dude! Believe me now? - What the fuck was that?
She's wiping the drive.
Anything connected to it will be erased.
Tom! Where the fuck is the evacuation point?
It's up top.
And she knows that too.
- Come on, Tom! - Come on!
She's mine for the taking now.
Listen to yourself! Jesus, Tom!
They're erasing our minds. Come on!
Oh, my God.
She's up there.
And that's where we've got to go. Let's go! Let's go!
- Come on! - 5 minutes.
Move immediately
to the evacuation point.
- Where? You want to tell us where? - She's coming.
Move immediately to your--
- Where?! - Fuck!
- Tell us where! - Time to close shop.
Vic? Any ideas?
Lure her into the black, that might erase it.
- No, I got her! - No!
Come here!
No!
You're gonna fall!
Vic, no!
Vic!
I got you.
I've got you now.
Erasing drive
in 18 seconds.
Go go go!
- Tom, we've got to go! - Leave him!
No way! She's mine!
Leave him! There isn't time.
A little slice of heaven.
Do you remember how we got here?
- Does it matter? - No.
Oh, yeah.
Seems like a million years ago.
Hey...
here's to a million more.
Bragg, we're secure.
Where are they? Where are the survivors?
We've got them in the holding area. They're safe.
What about the upload files?
Tom captured something.
It's empty. There's not-- hey wait.
Something's wrong.
There's a breach in the firewall.
Get 'em out of there! Hurry!
Shit.
Mainframe's going fucking crazy!
Get them the fuck out of that sim quick!
* It was fascination
* I know
* It might have ended right then at the start
* Just a passing glance
* Just a brief romance
* And I might have gone on my way empty-hearted
* It was fascination, I know
* Seeing you alone
* With the moonlight above
* And I touch your hand
* The next moment, I kiss you
* Fascination turned to love
* It was fascination
* I know
* I see you alone
* With the moonlight above
* Then I touch your hand
* And the next moment, I kiss you
* Fascination turned to love
* It was fascination
* It was fascination, it was fascination
* It was fascination
* It was fascination, it was fascination
* It's fascination
* It was fascination, I know
* It might have ended right then at the start
* Just a passing glance
* And just a brief romance
* I might have gone on my way empty-hearted
* It was fascination
* I know
* Seeing your alone with the moonlight above
* I touch your hand
* The next moment, I kiss you
* Fascination turned to love, fascination turned to love
* It was fascination, I know
* Seeing you alone
* With the moonlight above
* But then I touch your hand
* The next moment, I kiss you
* Fascination turned
* It turned into love
* It was fascination, it was fascination
* It was fascination
* It was fascination, it was fascination
* Fascination turned to love.