AISubs v3.5
(upbeat music)
- Yo, yo, yo, my tubers, shroomers and boomers,
Mr. Whitey here, drop that milk toaster kibble
and rush to the nearest store.
(upbeat music)
- A little anaesthesia.
Ugh, motherfucker!
Everything chill, hermana?
Some bastard tried to mug me. I handled it.
Oh, a local guy?
You really think somebody local would try to mug me, Pepe?
Listen, V. I got a problem. Serious this time.
Come on, spin it. What is it now?
It's Kirk. I owe him.
"Don't pay by tomorrow" said he bust my legs.
He don't joke about that stuff. Got cartels in his corner.
You in it with Kirk?
Every man, woman and rat in Haywood knows he's a fucking shark.
My bro jumped the joint. Deserved a hero's welcome.
I know I fucked up, V.
Fuck off, V.
I'll talk to Kirk. But then you're gonna owe me one.
Hey, Kirk. Wanna talk?
V, been a while? Spin it. What you need?
Pepe asked me to talk you up.
What, he too shy to hand over the Yetis himself?
Tell him I don't bite.
Not yet.
Hell's your problem.
What's he owe you?
Afraid that's client confidentiality. Call it a lot, leave it at that.
A cred shark with business ethics. Sounds too good to be true.
Well, merry fucking Christmas.
Cut him some slack, will you? He'll pay. Just needs some more time.
Do I look like a priest that runs a charity to you?
You borrow eddies, you gotta pay 'em back. With interest. It's common fucking knowledge.
You suggesting I let a flaky cunt who can't keep a deal off the hook?
No. You let him off because it's me asking.
Ha! You know me. I'm a man of the bids. So I need to know what I get out of it.
Know what, Kirk? I sometimes get the impression you forget you aren't from around here.
Pop into Haywood for the occasional visit, sure. But you live far, far away in Pacifica.
What do you get in that?
Get in that you probably need me to think before you start something with a local son.
I'm open to other options.
Preme ride there on the page. Only four of 'em in N.C. as of now.
One - Rayfield Regional Director. Two - Mayor Ryan. Three - a rental service.
Uh-huh. And four?
Number four'll belong to my client - just as soon as you clep it for me, that is.
I do this - and Pepe's debt is squared?
'Course! I'm a man of my word, you know that!
Whole thing's simple.
You swipe the Rayfield for me, I clear Pepe's account.
Even toss in a cut for you, I'm such a nice guy.
My man Rick works a parking structure by Embers - club where our Rayfield driver likes to kick it.
There, every Friday night, like clockwork.
Soon as you appear - security cam shut down, gate swings up - the road is yours.
Just gotta grab the Rayfield and roll out. Simple.
How am I supposed to do this?
Expect me to slide under the chassis on a skateboard for a quick hotwire?
Fast and easy?
Kirk, wheels like this got security systems - good ones.
This bitty bop works like the key Rayfield techs use for repairs.
Opens locks, bypasses identity authorization.
A skeleton key for all Rayfields in the city.
Come on, Kirk - even you don't buy that.
Kabuki's tech wizards sell more magical shit than this under the counter.
Have a little faith.
So, we all agree, then?
Best keep your word, Kirk.
Easy-b - job's gonna pad your wallet, too, you know?
Head to Embers in the Glen - Rick's in the garage - be waitin' for you.
You two will hit it off.
Good luck out there.
Be in touch.
Yes, padre.
Well, who do we have here?
We? Long time.
Didn't know you were around.
You have no place like home.
I got back from Atlanta a few weeks ago.
I see you got a good darn home welcome. How was it back east?
Tell you later. Got something on me.
How about you fill me in now? Maybe I'll give you a ride.
Marcus, let's go.
So where to?
The Glen. Drop me off at Embers.
Front door?
Take the ramp back of the bar. Show you where to stop.
You heard her, Marcus.
Your return to NC has been good. Busy already?
I pick up something here and there. Nothing major. But I'm getting by. Appreciate the concern.
So... I'd like that it didn't turn out like you expected, huh?
As you can see, I'm back. If it had been better there, wouldn't have left.
Maybe it'll all work out for the best.
Stop the car.
What's going on?
Business. You carry?
Sebastian Ibarra. Looks like it's my lucky day.
What do you want?
To settle our biz, once and for all.
Got an offer for you, Patty, so listen up.
Get the fuck out of Vista. Pull your boys off the street.
I'll give you the Glenn. Done deal. No more restless nights. See how generous I can be?
- Well, Patty... - One more fucking word!
- Stay out of this! - I don't know you.
And I don't know you. Which means you're worth shit around here and capable of even less.
Well? Anything else?
It seems our conversation has come to a close.
Careful, Padre. You never know who's got a barrel like you're six.
You neither, shit bucket!
Marcus, please.
I am pleased to see you have not forgotten your roots. Still have the gift.
So many of the little shits left around here, their spines go soft when they look down a barrel.
Who is that?
No one important. He'll be gone in a week's time. Another will come in his place.
He pulled iron on you.
He did. And he will pay for doing so.
Pull up here. Right here. I'll just strap down below.
Here, before you go.
Your number?
Could be useful. Maybe we can also work together again. Take ourselves back two years.
Thanks, Padre.
Gotta go.
So go with God.
Yeah.
Well, I'll be damned.
[music]
status on location about to find your man rick's one of the good guys you'll see
i trust him like a brother
Kirk sent me.
Mm-hmm.
Camera's blind.
You got 20 minutes.
Do your thing.
Kirk?
I see the ride.
Your moment to shine, kiddo.
Good luck.
Let's take this piece of wonder tech for a whirl.
You're a woman of little faith.
See? We're rich.
Now fire her up and call me when you're underway. Tell you where to go.
Looks like this will be a cool breeze.
[suspenseful music]
- Get the fuck out. - What the--
[suspenseful music]
[gun cocks]
- Wow. - Fuck!
- You can drive.
- Now out. - Stop! What are you doing?
- Conchigalos?
[tires screeching]
- Hands where I can see 'em.
- Don't move!
- You're under arrest!
- Stay where you are!
- Hands where I can see 'em. Nice and slow.
- On the ground, motherfuckers! Now!
Jackie Wells! My old pal from the hood. See you haven't grown an ounce quite.
Hey! Detective Stintz! Been a while, huh?
Inspectors.
Same shit.
But speaking of... your mug's familiar, too.
- Come on, spit it out. I'm waiting. - You're a saint to me.
Left for Atlanta, looking for a slice of happiness. Guess you didn't find it.
I've always maintained it's the same for all you termites in Haywood.
Born here, live here, die here. Looks like I was right.
- Rat got your tongue? - Enough with the chatter. What now?
Getting booked. Gonna do a stint. Heh. Get it?
Come on, Stintz. Give us a break, huh?
You lock us up? We'll just jerk off 'til trial. And then what? Worst case? We get some months?
Hell, standing room only nowadays in El Bote. So... they'll probably be out early.
- Are these the thieves? - Fucking dealer district trash.
Got 'em in custody, Mr. Fujioka. We'll be taking 'em now.
It's a waste of effort. I have no time to testify or play at an investigation.
- Suggesting we let 'em go, sir? - I suggest you toss them in the sea.
Cufflinks broken so this trash doesn't float.
- You heard 'em. - Fuck.
Motherfucker.
Honestly, for a sec there things looked iffy. Wasn't sure we'd worm out of that alive.
Man, same. Stenses out to get people, well and tight. Though he does have a little honor left.
Really think his sense of honor saved us?
Well, and the fact he's haywood born and bred like us.
If I hadn't come you'd be cruising Night City in sexy wheels right now.
No, come on. Job was toxic from the start. Even kabuki under the counter magic can't get around an alarm like that.
Shoulda known I'd have the PD on my ass.
So, maybe now, as God ordained, Jackie Wells.
V.
I know you. You hang at the Coyote.
Wait, Wells? Like Mama Wells? Thought I recognized the name.
She's my blood, all right. Coyote's her dive. It's strange you and I never met before.
Got the job to steal those wheels at the Coyote. From Kirk.
You work with that sewer slug?
Pepe owes 'em big and can't afford to pay, so I stepped up.
Man, gotta wonder about Pepe letting slimy Kirk boss 'em around like that.
Heard what they say. He's backed by cartels.
Cartels? No, no, listen. I know those cartel types and I guarantee you none of 'em have even heard of Kirk.
El Cabro's gotta learn. They don't do people in Ayewood dirty.
Come on, let's go have some lunch.
Lunch?
You would not believe my mama's chili. Best in town.
Getting one of my good feelings.
About what?
About us. Sense a kind of chemistry, you know?
Come on, I'm fucking starved.
Okay, food it is. Let's go.
Hello there, Night City!
Stanley here with you, and we got another day ahead of us in this city of dreams!
Ooh, I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage once and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!
Every new day here means a hundred new arrivals! But only half these goks will survive a year — and that's if it's a good one!
And why do these teams come to NC? Well, to be street samurai like Morgan, Blackhand and Weyland Boa Boa!
"The greater the risk, the bigger the bounty," kids! Or so they say!
But you can only be a major league player for so long — the faster you live, the faster you burn out — if you don't get a bullet to the brain first!
NC's legends — know where you'll find most of 'em?
The graveyard!
Matters not where you're from, matters not where you start — what matters here is the walk you walk!
In Night City — the city of dreams!
Eyes and ears open, all right? Speaking of which — got you a little somethin'. Militech training shard — in case you need to, uh, brush up on your dance moves.
Down for some target practice and VR?
Sure — why the hell not?
Let's begin with basic combat training. This session will be reported for subsequent evaluation.
This course is designed to reinforce your fundamental combat abilities and hone your reflexes.
The skills you gain here will help you survive, even excel on the battlefield.
I will train you to be effective with firearms, to use stealth tactics to your advantage and to hack into enemy networks.
Because @militech...
Man, @militech can't encrypt for shit.
But they clearly got drilling jarheads in their blood.
Now, station one you maggot! Move, move, move!
Hope you're ready to bust ass through this fascist playground.
Let's blast through a tactical target practice program. You know, little warm up.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Yeah, I didn't think you'd find that too tough.
What do you say we crank it up a notch?
Oh, look. Brought some tunes with 'em this time.
You know what to do, kid.
Framework, V. Stand on the platform and we'll move on.
Hacking's the next item on the menu.
You might notice I've tweaked the course material a bit.
I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.
This training module will teach you how to apply technological tools to combat situ.
Work a little hack magic on the screen to distract the guard.
Corvo, trash. Style over substance. Good. Now take him out quietly.
All right, all yours. Take him out.
Never smart to leave behind any trace of your handiwork.
Especially the dead kind.
Now pick up the body and hide it somewhere.
You think you're ready to try hacking some gonks in real-time? Have fun!
See? You just needed to shut your brain down and follow orders... in true Militech fashion.
Under my wise command, you're a real champ.
Take your spot on the podium.
Not too shabby. Militech's algorithms put you on a decent run.
Got additional modules if you want to hone any other skills.
Before you finish up, delta out now.
But remember... the street's not gonna give you any hints or second chances.
So? Not bad, huh? But now we can get down to biz.
Will Kako give you any tips and tricks for the job?
I'm not your mother. Just do what I pay you for. It's easy work. Shut up.
Let's do this.
Elevator. This way.
Target's Sandra Dorsett. Target's biomon went mute a couple hours back. Suspected abduction.
Target could've possibly flatlined already. Not sure you're in time.
We're in time, Buck. We. Sure you're on phones, but... that don't make you any less part of this squad.
Squad... charming.
Buck... could at least try to be... nice?
You want nice? Supportive? Call the damn helpline.
Looking for 12-37.
Target should be inside, but I got zero eyes on her biomod.
Fingers crossed it's not too late.
Ugh, I hate this life or death shit. Hurry!
Try hacking the door. Think you can trip it on your own, V?
No profile.
Ugh, are we fuckin' late?
Is that her? Is that our target, V?
Xander Dorset's protected under Echelon 2 Corporal Immunity.
Our girls' top shelf.
This one's packin' black market Zetatech Repros.
Typical back alley fix-ups.
Not our lucky go.
Let's keep lookin'.
V, Mira, eyes off.
The nose I hid...
Don't be quiet, V.
Enemies watching.
[door slams]
Nice.
Couldn't have done that better myself.
Don't see any movement on the sensors. Looks like you got 'em. You're clear to go.
Shit, where the hell's our target?
Look around. Gotta be there somewhere.
Rolls.
Oh, mommy. If I'd of doubted we could be that sneaky.
Man, it's not my favorite way to roll, but...
But anyway...
Jesus fucking christ...
Think I got her... Got our target.
We make it? She alive?
'Bout to find out.
V, jack into her biomon. Need to know what we're dealing with.
She's in a tub of ice, crammed in with another.
Fuck... like slabs of meat.
Keep it together, V.
If she survives, she won't remember a thing. Tiny scar on the subconscious, that's all.
Heard people who lived through shit like this get panic attacks.
Without ever knowin' why.
You'll be sippin' a glass of ice-cold water, suddenly your hands shakin'.
V, jack into her biomon. We need to know what we're dealing with.
Jackin' in.
Sandry Dorset, NC-570442. Trauma team platinum.
Platinum?! Shit... Trauma shoulda swooped in if she sneezed.
Guessin' they jammed the transmitter, Sig.
Lookin' at a hacked biomon - from where we could dig - or a neurovirus.
Garajo, G-Bug - you ain't seein' this place.
This is - tubs, ice, hooks and cleavers!
Hmm... Scott Muncher's hack, huh?
Got an idea - check her neurocord.
Find a shard - yeah, pull it - that'll be what's muting the biomon.
Is that even safe? Can't we just get her outta here?
We found her still breathin'. Can't lose her.
We need that biomon working - checkin' for hemorrhages, whatever.
Find that shard and yank it.
Found the shard - removing now.
Check the biomon - anything change?
Greetings, Sandra.
If you are conscious, assume recovery position now.
An emergency evacuation unit has been dispatched and is due to arrive at your location in one hundred and eighty seconds.
Biomonclave's trauma will be here in three minutes.
Your premium plan will cover ninety percent of the projected costs of your rescue and treatment.
Ay, pobrecita...
Let's get her off that ice.
Jack, look sharp - not done yet!
Don't know who's out there.
Locked and ready, V. Do your thing.
She's flatlining!
V, you need to know what's going on.
Jackie, you're a hypo! Fuck, this is bad!
Catch, chica!
I think...
Holy shit, it worked!
Fuera, chica! Get her outside!
Scav rats abandoning ship.
Must have seen drama and decided to cut their losses.
Landing stand clear.
Initiating security protocol.
Follow all instructions.
Stop in the doorway.
Place the patient on the ground!
Five steps back, now!
TT-133 to control. Patient NC-570442 secure.
Stimulus being administered. 70 milligrams dopamine, 110 norepinephrine, 800 fibrinogen.
Let's get out of here. Elevator gets us to the garage direct.
Good work. Shit show's over.
Cutting my wires now. See you in the near future.
Listen to you guys, I got this thing. Mind if I borrow your wheels?
I got a date with Misty, but I can't take the metro. How's that gonna look for me?
Won't leave you hanging, Jack. But don't get used to it.
You saved me my ass, V. Thank you. How about I drive you home, huh?
She's all yours. I'm beat as it is.
Almost forgot. She'll get Wakako in the hollow. Tell her the job's done.
V, how did it go? Our client is alive and well?
Of course she's alive and well. It's what we agreed, isn't it?
Splendid. Your payment awaits you, ready to come and grab whenever you like, even right away.
But I guess home is the only place you wish to be now.
The N.C.P.D. has surrounded Watson. The district is closed.
If you're to make it past the cordon, you must move fast.
Thanks for the heads up. Swing by to see you later.
Word's out the NCPD's gonna put Watson on lockdown.
If I'm gonna sleep in my own bed tonight, we better put it in fifth.
Leave it to me, chica. I'm driving.
[door opens and closes]
Every day digging the grave, stepping up to what it says
City of dreams, city of gait, you don't believe in no vain
Can't stop digging Night City
City like any other, just bigger
Nah, chica, not just any other city
Morgan Blackhand and the William Adams Smashers
Legends are born here
City of dreams, city of...
Scully in the Cadiz, yo.
Scully in the Corozo.
Yeah, I'm starving, yo.
Let's grab a side bite. What do you say?
Jackie, you're locking down Watson, remember?
Ah, shit. Right?
Screw you, Chris. Me neither.
Ah, you can do it.
All right, son. Take it easy.
Pop the window and I'll lock it.
I don't like it.
No one likes this.
God!
Hijo de puta!
Fucking drive, Jackie!
Come on, V!
Chingado, madre!
Shit! Keep her steady!
Hold tight, V!
Mierda! Perdón!
Got you, asshole!
V! Aim for the driver!
Chingado!
Ah...
You stressed your baby up pretty bad.
Sorry, V.
It's okay. I can wait.
Let's just focus on getting home.
♪ How to take a second, how to show ♪
♪ You be teachin' shit ♪
♪ Watch for this potential now ♪
♪ I ain't mean to pick at me ♪
♪ Try not to be like the rest of y'all ♪
♪ Boss got a kick, that's a messy flow ♪
♪ Won't stop everything, head to toe ♪
♪ Move my different shit, my nigga backin' up ♪
♪ I ain't tryna trap comin' out the band, though ♪
♪ Never speak back, I don't want a handout ♪
♪ Everytime I start, gotta start complainin' now ♪
♪ They say I couldn't do it without a man now ♪
♪ I don't really think they know me ♪
♪ I'm sure you better not can tell you ♪
Damn, they're ruling out all the stops.
♪ A lot of shit happens over here ♪
♪ But I ain't about it ♪
♪ Ain't it tough, ain't it tough ♪
♪ But I don't pay attention to hell, no ♪
What does the lockdown do for the nerds?
Necessary security measures?
Officer, ma'am!
Damn, are we ever lucky we ran into you.
Really?
What is it that makes you so special?
A heart of gold.
'Cause only somebody with a heart of gold
can understand just how much I need
to get back to my girl.
Your... girl?
Uh-huh.
Gonna be worried sick if I don't show up.
I mean, I'm trying to be a stand-up guy.
Giving me a chance.
Waiting.
That's a shame.
Look at him.
No model citizen, maybe, but...
he's a good kid.
Let them through.
But they do last.
Okay, on your way.
You have a good evening now, officer... ma'am.
So you can be nice, Mikey.
When am I not nice?
Um, always.
I'm always never not nice!
♪ Just want for all my niggas that's-a holding on ♪
C'mon! Ain't got all day!
Go ahead. Check it out, mate. The revolution's coming down.
Rats, get to hell!
Fucking shoots!
Doesn't look like your average batch.
This ain't your average batches.
That's Max-Tac, MCPDs, Apex Predators...
M-Tac rolls in when things fly out of hand...
Yuck's out there, though.
Just a midday snack for 'em.
Well, shoulda told you.
Those bastards...
Thought they had it coming.
You made it. Almost at your place.
What about you?
Not likely to make it back to here with me.
Kill me? That'll let me through with you.
You sure about that?
Oh, yeah. I'll play nice again.
What are you dreaming, Sam?
Tell Misty I said hi.
I will. See you later.
Praise be to thee, our father in heaven.
And our second guest is Karina Li, host of the Chip-In program,
which promotes the use of cybernetic implants.
It was nice meeting you, beautiful.
You can't complain, Ziggy. Thanks for having me.
Ugh, stupid gate's busting again. Third time.
I paid to get it fixed the last time.
(sigh)
Hello Night City, Stan. The man here in Boywood's last night of scorcher...
Reports of a heated exchange in Santa Feville between the Sixth Street Gang and Night City's finest.
But who's shot first? Depends who you ask.
Whoa, V? You get your beauty sleep?
Ah, no matter. Time you got up.
Think I might have caught something...
When I jacked into that corpo's biomon...
Dunno, a neurovirus or...
You need to see Vick. Let him tell me what's got my head reeling and my stomach churning.
Okay, let me take you.
I brought you a ride. Throw in some threads and meet me downstairs.
Hey, woman of the hour!
Sheesh, they took you long enough.
Hooked up an appetite just waiting.
Sit down, let me finish this.
Then we can drop in on Señor Vector.
You mentioned something about a surprise yesterday.
Am I remembering right or... just had brain farts?
Probably both, 'cause you usually forget shit.
But it just so happens...
I think I might have bagged us a sweet-ass J.O.B.
Go on.
I mean, maybe it's not as big as that, but...
Just said he's fronted by a little-known someone named Dixter DeSean, right?
Only the top fixer in Night-fuckin'-city!
Badass black cheeses of the afterlife!
Three hundred pounds of partly gold-plated coon!
Thought Dex bounced out of the ring a few years ago. Messed with a nasty crew in Pacifica, things got ugly.
Mm-hmm. Gang wars two years back. Somehow, Dex got caught up in the craziness.
A lot of bodies lying in the streets by the time the shooting stopped.
Eh, Dex got lucky, though - managed to slip under the radar 'til tempers cooled.
Took a while - but he's made one hell of a comeback.
Guys up to his elbows in blood, Jack - do you want to shake his hand, work with him?
It's the biz, V. Everyone's got blood on their hands - you deal with it, or move on.
How did you manage to pull this? Trade in your spleen or something?
Far as I know, we're not the type to get fingered by Dex.
You and me? But T-Buck - she's the one that hooked us up, got us talkin'.
Knew it was a done deal the moment he laid eyes on me.
'Cause come on - ain't nobody who can resist this - am I right?
Sure, Jack - whatever you say.
So what's the gig? Were you meant to come out in one piece?
Hell, our savior wants to tell you everything himself - face to face.
No pressure - but an old deal's riding on you now, chica.
Why do I gotta go? You and T-Buck draw straws without me?
T-Buck and Dex go way back - and my face is yesterday's news - while Dex says he needs to check you.
Look, V - it's his job, his rules. I can't blame him for taking a personal approach.
And it ain't as bad as you think, okay? Trust me.
Guess I got no choice, then.
Dex is the real deal when it comes to fixers.
Don't get me wrong, I don't got nothing against the padre or wakako, but...
dex is gonna be dissolved, you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't get me started on fixers.
They catch a client, find the cheapest gong to do the job, then drop their corpse at a landfill.
Shit... get the nail on the head, V.
Brought your wheels. Gave 'em to my guy yesterday to smooth over the dents after our, uh... dust-up with scabs.
Thanks, Jack. Much appreciated.
Some top-notch work Miguel did. Rides like it looks. Factory new.
We'll see about that.
Are we rollin' or what?
Let's feel this factory new ride.
First stop... Ripperduck.
I'm chica. Easy on the gas, eh? I just date.
I was supposed to stop by Vick's anyhow. I got a date... me and Misty.
You don't say.
She's so sweet. Really gets me, you know.
Well, this is it. Come on, V. Find me once Vick's done dusting your circuits.
We'll hash out what dex has cooked up for us.
But you are not the masters of your memories! For your eyes do not belong to you, or rather...
Not both of you!
Hey V.
Dr. Vector will see you now.
I'll sit tight over here. Me and Misty got a little catching up to do.
Vickie, you're as bright as ever, you old ripper. Good to see you.
Good to see you too, V.
Been a while.
What do I owe the pleasure today?
Last gig, had to jack into a client's neuro socket.
Think I might have gotten spiked.
Experiencing migraines, nausea, hypersensitivity to bright lights?
A whole kitten kaboodle.
All right, kid. We'll sort you out in a flash. Besides that, how are things?
Met a new fixer. Gave me a job. Name's Dexter Deshawn.
Known quantity from the afterlife. No denying you're moving up.
But... something you're not telling me, Vick?
Keep your guard up, that's all.
I've heard some things about Dex.
He's not as chill as he makes himself out to be.
Need some new kit. But tools, not toys, Vick.
Time I bumped up my sights and got a grip.
Really? Now? Finally?
Vick, shit's getting real.
Got a job from Dex Deshawn. Hitting the major leagues.
Need tech that can perform.
The Dexter Deshawn?
Well, that is something.
But let me guess... hasn't paid you yet.
Quit crying, Vic. I'll bring you the eddies later - with interest.
You know I will.
Last time, you're here.
Chair, please. Sit down and relax.
Kiroshi optics. Best I've got - and should be about - right under the circumstances.
Now jack in.
Kiroshi - whoa! Think nothin' tops that on the market.
Hmm - sounds like it could come in handy, then.
Gave you my word I'd pay you back, but this... might be too rich for my blood.
We'll work somethin' out. Right now - I'm just out to make sure you get back in one piece.
Eddie's in hand.
You peruse and choose while I scan - and see what's goin' on inside.
Mark one, like I said - decent enough scanner.
Displays data on your cornea.
Jerry on the top's a built-in external lens disruptor.
In layman's terms - any surveillance cam will capture your face as a blur.
Just remember - your body'll still show up as crystal clear.
Hmm - this should do the trick. Talks to Kiroshi tech, too.
I'm ready. Carve away.
Excellent - let's do this.
Lay that major league arm of yours right here.
So - what's new in the life of Victor Vector?
Yeah - if I'm being honest - not much - and that's fine with me.
I used to live in a world where all that mattered was who's who, what's what and how's why.
And what happened?
One day - I just dropped it and never looked back.
I'll never be a legend in this town - but been sleeping nights ever since.
Just like that - thanks.
Now, a bit of anesthetic and I can start cutting.
Feel anything?
Same as always - don't feel a thing.
You ask me that every time, you know - not as if things are gonna be any different today.
Sure thing, kid - I mean, not like there's any risk of a stroke or paralysis, but what do I know - I'm just a doctor - that's what I thought.
Hang on for a minute, all right?
Okay, let's test this - see the magic in action. Linking you in.
You might feel a little discomfort at first - blurred vision, low contrast, glitches...
Well, how's it look? Feel all right to you?
Oh, this is fantastic, Vic.
Oh, beautiful.
Over to the scanner.
It might take you a few seconds to adjust, but first time's rarely the charm - with anything, really.
Scanner should eventually sync with your thought processes and read your intentions.
I also injected an ncpd file search.
"Burnington and Nair do wells"? You know exactly what they Nair did well.
Heh heh heh - it oughta work like a charm.
Now I'll draw you a weapon. You should see your ammo count in a brand new sight.
How about the neurovirus? From the last job. Can you check it?
Done and gone while we were putting in your implant. Had a full sweep on your soft and circuits.
Zap the critter. You're certified bug-free.
Shit, Victor. Not bad. I don't know what to say.
Say you'll take this and remember the dosage. Two whiffs now and another two in an hour.
What am I looking at?
A mild stim. Should boost neurotransmission in the short term and muffle some of the side effects while the implant takes.
You're the best, Vic. I owe you.
Go on, kid. Show 'em what you're made of.
And once you hit the big leagues, don't forget where you came from.
Your heart chakra looks a little out of whack, babe.
I can release it for you, but you'd have to watch out for negative energy fields. And avoid mean reds. Anything red.
Thanks, Mystic. V, yo, listen up. I talked to Dex while you were in with the doc. He's waiting in his ride - for you.
Ain't but a hop to where he's parked - next to Gramsci Burgers.
Okay. Do my best to talk this up.
Yo, Miss V. A pleasure.
Dexter Deshawn in the flesh.
Simple indeed.
Let's roll.
Mind if I ask you something right off the bank?
Would you rather live in pieces, Miss Nobody, die ripe old and smelling slightly of urine,
or go down for all times in a blaze of glory smelling near like posies without seeing your 30th?
You're either somebody or you fizzle out into nothing.
Night City don't let you choose.
Oh, but it does.
See, in my line of work, I choose to be Mr. Chill.
But folk who try to take advantage...
Well...
They see the beast inside.
Exactly.
All right, listen close.
Scanning a serious job now.
Plain gargantuan compared to smashing up a scav home.
Hang on. Got a question of my own now.
Why all this, Dex?
Why me?
Coulda had Jackie or T-Bug sittin' here.
Coulda just done this on comms.
Call me old-fashioned, but I like to look anyone I do biz with in the eye.
Had the pleasure of meeting the Jackster in the past.
And sweet T-Bug helped this brother out two years ago.
So here we are.
Besides all that, got a special little pre-mission just for you.
But we'll get to that.
Lemme hear it. What's the job?
There's this... prototype tech. A biochip, to be precise.
Your job's to grab it. Simple.
Hmm... Guessin' it belongs to a corp?
Mm-hmm.
Arasaka. Surely that's no problem.
Hmm...
No, no problem. Just a death sentence. NC's Arasaka's turf, nobody fucks with them here.
What can I say, miss me? High risk, high reward. First fool of the afterlife. Besides that, I'm no leadhead. Ain't gonna leave no trace for them to follow 'cause we're gonna do this clean and on the hush-hush. We understand each other?
You work this out? Got a plan?
Two things. First, a conundrum with the Maelstrom boys. Needs active resolving with that. Second's a rendezvous. Simple. Client who brought us the job's anxious. She wants to parley with one of the team.
Client... What's her thing? Why's she need to meet?
Woman's name's Evelyn Parker. Vettin' her wasn't easy. Put the word out I was lookin' for any kinda intel.
Right, and?
Them brothers from Pacifica got back to me. Told me to stop lookin'. End of convo.
Anyway, our little client insisted on meeting someone with skin in the game. You know, who'll be there for it all.
Yours truly will be remote. T-Bug ain't no people person, and Jaggy's only good at some things. I know you know what I mean. Pretty much like you.
What's the issue needs resolving with Maelstrom? Got a beef?
Slot in the shot.
Got a classic tale for you. Psycho gang doin' it's thing two weeks back. Jumped a military convoy. Got away with the gear. Corp don't even know Maelstrom's involved.
Now see, convoy with carryin' a flathead, a little combat bot, a prototype. And I need me that bit of higher grade military care.
'Cause if we don't get that bot, we don't get no socket chip, and we sure as hell don't get no "happily ever after."
But don't get excited - it's a single-use toy.
Now, I slid out and purchased the damn thing from Maelstrom. Problem is, I did so from a gent went by the name of Brick.
I say "went" 'cause Brick was the leader.
Three days after we'd sealed our deal, his friend and gangmate once, Simon Randall - aka Royce - the plane dropped his ass.
Royce is in charge now, and I got no way of knowin' if he aims to honor his predecessor's word.
To add to this shitstorm, one merited stout of Militech has developed an interest in said convoy.
Royce guy - what's he like?
A straight psychopath - chrome-lovin' kind.
Big club in this town.
I'll give you that - 'cept few of its other members, no matter the stakes, would put a friend and associate through an industrial microwave dryer.
Apparently, first thing to burst are the eyeballs - get a nice clear - pop - then the rest goes goulash.
Who's the prima donna?
Corporal agent - internal affairs.
Been skittin' 'round town, askin' after the convoy as if her life depended on finding it.
The one lead she's got zip-tied in her trunk.
Stick up her ass ain't growin' any shorter - so she must be gettin' desperate.
Be wise to think how you can use that.
Course, to do so, you'll need that frazzled cat's info - sendin' it now.
Think I got everything - time I got to work.
Well, that's just music to my ears.
I'll set up the meet with Miss Parker at Lizzy's Bar - flathead, though, is gonna be all you.
One more thing, Miss V - quiet life or blaze of glory, hmm?
Later now.
Jackster, talk to Dex.
Heheh, Cortito's a big deal. Better leave him not yet.
Guy certainly knows how to protect his biz.
Wants to put us on a few small keys - prep work, I guess - before lining us up for a big job.
There's this "combat bot" military prototype -
Maelstrom clipped it - then Dex paid to take it off their hands, just before the gangoons had to switch up in management.
Right, right - heard about that. Royce versus Brick - hostile takeover.
About sums it up.
Dex wants us talking to Royce - gave the deeds of some militech agent too, but dunno how much help she stands to be.
Hah - shingon.
Eh - you don't sound thrilled.
Royce - what do you know about him?
He's fuckin' whacked somethin' special - junkie's snort junk, Royce - who snorts chrome.
Then there's the other thing - gotta meet the client who put the job on the table - Evelyn Parker.
You?! Well, what's Dex gonna do - ride around in his limo, chat chicks up on the hollow?
Parker wants to meet someone on the crew - Dex gave me the night.
They must know what he's doin'.
So - how you wanna play this - Maelstrom or Parker - who's first?
I say we knock on Maelstrom's door first - pound, actually.
Orale - in that case, I'll hit the all foods and put my nose to the ground.
Stay around - hasta luego.
[beep]
Stout here. Start by telling me how you got this number.
No more than your number. Heard you misplaced a convoy.
You! Shut him up!
Spill what you know. Don't make me wait.
Emma, not on the horn. Let's meet, cut a deal.
A deal? Fine. First exit off Skyline, driving towards the NID. Storm channel under the overpass. Meet you there.
[beep]
Look lively.
Merida Stout. Take it you were the one to call?
That'd be me.
Thought you could blackmail me, bitch?! Set conditions?!
Got any more for me?!
Calm the fuck down! I just wanna talk!
Christ, Meredith!
Shut your trap! That fuckin' thing ready?!
All set.
Now answer my questions. Honestly. Forthrightly. Are you here alone?
Yep. Just little old me.
It's the truth.
Do a sweep. Now.
This piece of shit, Anthony Gilchrist... Is he your contact? Is he the one who leaked intel on the convoy?
That guy? Never seen him before.
Checks out.
Listen, I know where the transport is. I can help you. Just want a favor in return.
I told you! I fucking told you I'm not the mole! Jesus Christ!
Shut him up!
Unhand me now before I...
Her you can let go. Wanna hear what she has to say?
Couldn't have been chill from the start?
Shut the fuck up. Tell me what you want.
I need a bot. Flathead model. Guys who ripped you off have it.
Promise me that bot. I'll point the finger.
You have a plan how to deal with them?
Could just take it by force. But they're expecting payment, so... I could go that route too.
Fine. The latter. But on one condition. You pay with our money.
Sounds solid enough. I'm in.
You pay with that chip, and that's all you gotta worry about.
Try to fuck me in any way, and I'll be seeing you real soon.
You're making a mistake! This girl's already good as dead!
This'll take you down with her!
Ah, there you are.
Let me hear what you squared away.
Been waiting long?
Mi madre always said patience pays off, so...
T-bug show any sign of life? You two talk?
She's up to date and fired up to work with Dex. Preparing already.
They're familiar, you know? Worked together before Dex took his break.
So, Dex already paid the maelstromers for the corp robot.
Thing is, can't be sure the gangoons are still willing to hand it over.
He paid up front? Eew.
Well, whatever. Let's go get this tech.
You scheme yet? You got a plan?
Militech and me, we found some common ground.
They're footing the bill for the bot.
There's a lot of scratch to toss away.
Forget it, Jack. It'll be like we never had it in the first place.
Anyway, who knows how this deal's gonna shake out.
So... into the Borgbeast, then?
Let's go see these bastards.
All right, let's knock on their door. See if they even open up.
I hate these borg fuckers.
Just had to be them.
Just the gang like any other, right?
Now take the Valentinos - they follow God and the Santa Madre.
Honor means something to 'em - you know what they want, how they get it - and what pisses 'em the fuck off.
With Maelstrom - you just never know.
Go on - let 'em know we're here.
Huh - don't know you.
Wanna talk to Royce? Dex sent us.
Main room - we've been waiting.
Ah, cozy place. Could use a few plans, though. Oh yeah - they look damn well-prepared.
Don't think I've ever seen security like this in a jail factory.
Gear from the Jack convoy - gotta be. Must've been all over it like maggots on dead meat.
All right, you chill, B. Remember, we're on their turf.
So what do you want?
Here to see Royce. We got biz to transact.
Mr. Royce is busy just now. You will deal with me.
You got a bot. Model MT-0D12. Called "the flathead".
And? The hell you care?
Guy I represent already paid brick for it. I'm just here for the pickup.
I can talk direct to Royce if necessary.
Nah, you talk to me. Name's Dum Dum. Now couch. Planet.
Well, shit. Goes for you, too.
I'll stand.
This so fucking hard? Fucking ass on the fucking couch!
Make me.
Thought you'd never ask.
Sit your ass down for a planet bullet in your skull.
Jesus, Jack, what gives?
Primerito, I don't like this guy's tone.
Segundo, sitting on your ass makes you an easy target.
Sit your ass down for a planet bullet in your skull.
Jack, sit down.
This ain't gonna end well, but...
Shit.
Well, all right.
Come on, got light now. Take a hit.
What you blowing?
Eskif, yours is baby powder.
Black lace? Tough to get your hands on.
Gotta have a good source.
What's it do?
Upstorms an adrenaline to the point you feel no pain.
Trip's so intense, it verges on psychosis.
Corps fed it to their fighting legions during the Corp Wars.
Cyberpsychos pop the tabs like candy.
Vaporizing it mellows the burn without killing any of the effect.
Come on, give it a whirl!
Thanks, I'm good.
Whatever you say, straight edged princess.
Here we go. The Flathead, model LT-0-D12.
Militech's not gonna come looking for it?
Fuck 'em. They can hop around and try.
We removed the serial number and lifted access locks using our soft.
What's yours, is yours.
Need to see it?
See for yourself.
Fucking tricked out, this thing. Dynamic thermo- optic camo armor.
Full cognitive immersion with a raven controller.
Pinned-down prototype actuators made of titanium- vanadium cavilar composite.
And watch this!
Fully integrated link too, so when the spider starts crawling up walls, dangling from ceilings...
Could lose your lunch.
So what you say?
Yep, we'll take it.
Free? Sure? Yeah!
Let's see you crit.
Brick got it. It's all paid out.
Brick got it!
I don't see any fucking brick around here, do you?
Come on, you can't expect me to pay for this thing twice.
And who the fuck are you to say what can and can't be?
You'll pay twice, because I say you'll pay twice!
Bye!
You want the flathead? I better see some eddies.
Seeing as you already got the eddies for it, they ought to offer us a discount. A big one.
A discount?! Fuuuck. You know, you never did say who sent you. Never did say who you're working for.
Dexter Deshawn. That's who.
Dexter Deshawn. The lordass who's punching animalfuck top of Pacifica? Maybe he ain't dead.
Nope. He's alive, well and kicking. Sends his regards.
So, can you consider my offer now?
Cred's on this.
Hey, flathead's good gear. It'll do the trick for you, whatever the trick is.
Virus must've tripped his security protocol.
Grab the gear. Bot and controller. Quick!
Got it, bot.
Got this said - bot and controller!
Then let's go! Quicker the better!
*sniffle*
Detonator armed.
Think you're clever, huh?!
*sips tea*
Sure you'll manage all right.
This is my home. Quit fuckin' sweatin' it.
Comin' to get you, you little shit!
There's no leak! Gotta cut your door off!
Shut your trap! I'm ready! Let me at 'em!
Now where you hide it!
Sit tight! Coming for you!
Good one!
Die, maggot!
Shame to smash your pretty...
Come on, V. Let's get out of here.
Come on, V. Let's get out...
You're the dick. You got those things buzzing around everywhere.
Pass the gate. We can talk there.
Look at me like that, bitch.
Bet you didn't expect to see me here.
You know, I like the way you operate.
Maybe you'd do some more work for us.
You screwed me on this. Almost got me killed. That wasn't a financial tracer!
I fucked you over, you fucked the gang over...
Somewhere at the start of the story, somebody fucked the corp.
See how this works now? Ultimately, the corp gets what it wants.
Remember that. Learn it.
Maybe a couple years down the line, you'll be standing where I am.
Secure the area!
Time we were on our way, mamita.
Holy shit, V. I wasn't sure we'd walk out in one piece.
Thanks, Jack. Solid as ever.
Hey, yeah, you too, but... hey, what's this about? You feeling all right?
Yeah, I want to make sure... you know... we're good together. I like how we do things.
I do too, V. I do too.
Hey, let Dex know we got his toy for him. And then I say we hit the afterlife.
You know, do some shots.
See you later, V.
How things looking, Ms. V.?
Got the bot.
And how'd it go? Run into any trouble? And what about the Militech angle?
Sure, of course there was trouble. Royce couldn't give in to shits that you and Brick had shaken on.
How'd you get him on board? You use the corpo woman?
Met with Stout, managed to strike a deal.
Well, well.
Gave me the chip with the scratch for Maelstrom. One thing Stout forgot to mention - chip was carrying a virus.
Oldest corpo trick in the book. I assume Royce was less than understanding.
Virus attacked their systems, scorched a handful of Maelstromers - I took care of the rest.
You got some balls, Ms. V.
What about the meet with Evelyn Parker?
Still on the to-do list.
Mm-hmm. That meet's the only thing that'll get you a chance at grabbing that chip.
Parker will be waiting for you at Lizzy's bar. Good luck.
Hey there, dollface.
Interest you in a prime B.D.?
What do you got?
What don't we got?
Women and men of your dreams.
Synaptic acting A-listers,
no washed up virtue porn boy toys,
or blow up dolls a year.
Auteur stuff.
It'll grip your heart and blow your nerves right out of your body.
Pure bit-based ecstasy.
That's why people come here.
You really know how to sell it.
Not a sales pitch, it's a warning.
I'll give you one word - bespoke.
Not for everyone's synapses.
Think you can handle it?
Bespoke?
Damn, that sounds promising.
I get it, I'm in.
Mm-hmm.
Couple of things you need to know first -
severe penalties for any unauthorized recording,
no drugs, no groping.
Someone catch your eye?
You do not grab 'em.
You find 'em in the catalog, ask for a B.D., and get yourself a box.
I really look that green to you?
Like I don't know?
Mm-hmm, door's open.
Have fun, doll.
Welcome to Lizzy's.
Hey!
Get you something.
So - curious - the name "Lizzy's" - that the owner?
Not for a long while, no - and it's none too sweet a story.
Oh, now I'm just flat interested.
Real Lizzy ran a strip joint out of this place back in the day - Lizzy's Bar.
Those were paid right, insured, even had decent security - good spot, all in all.
Let me guess - it didn't last.
No - Tiger Claus took care of that.
Tiger beat one of Lizzy's girls real bad once.
No hesitation - Lizzy blasted the guy's balls off.
Gang came back the next day - Liz was done.
Tigers gave this place up to the Mocs in the end, though, didn't they?
Sort of - the Mocses had to make a do with it.
Luckily, they kept their heads - organized quicker.
Big boss now is Suzy Cuban - but the sign stayed up - out of respect.
And biz booms to this day.
Looking for Evelyn, partner - know if you see her?
Who's asking?
Name's Vi - she and I have a... date.
Well, Vi, it's a pleasure - I'm Mateo.
Uh-huh - so, Evelyn...
Club's big - you're gonna have to look around - can't do it for you.
It's alright, Mateo - I was waiting for this one.
Evelyn Parker.
I knew it was you as soon as you walked in.
Why not say hello sooner?
I wanted to get a good look at you first.
And? Like what you see?
If I didn't, rest assured - you'd know.
Come on - know a place we can talk where ears won't prick up to listen.
We'll be in the lounge, Mateo. Anyone asks - we're not here.
Like you. I just told you.
Shall we have a vanilla sprinkle?
Dex had a load to say about you. Called you professional, effective and trustworthy. I hope he wasn't overselling.
I'm good at what I do. Got a solid crew up my back, too. Never once botched a job.
You do realize I expect more of you than scraping street-cornered data terms?
Much, much more.
I'm the best. And I know what I'm getting into. Dex was clear - the job's high-risk.
By the way, you work together long? You and Dex?
Just started working with him, in fact.
I've heard there are two kinds of fixers - those with stable crews on long contracts and short leashes.
Loyalty and predictability they value above all else.
Then there's the other kind - Dex's kind.
Come on - can't leave that hanging.
Headhunters - they lay their trust elsewhere, not in people - but in a thing - their intuition.
They bet on potential - and if they lose that bet, it's the last mistake they ever make.
I'm hoping Dex's intuition has served him well in this case.
Let's... cut to the chase.
What do you got for me?
Your... target. I trust you know what it is.
Relic - secure your soul, Trinket. Key tech in the program, actually.
We're tangling with Arasaka - making this heist one dangerous, risky motherfucker.
Mm-hmm. Arasaka's poured billions into personality- transfer technology.
But me - I just want the data on this one.
The chip is tucked away inside Kompeki Plaza - the hotel. You ever been?
Classy corp hotels? Yeah, no - how do my price range?
Hmm - not the decorous to die for. Best you'll see for yourself.
So where's this chip hiding, exactly?
In a suite, on the top floor - the rooms occupied by Yorinobu Arasaka.
Yorinobu Arasaka - he's in town?!
Don't you read the scream sheets? The media couldn't get enough of Yori coming to Night City - it was all over the headlines.
Anyway, he's heir apparent to the Arasaka Empire - Saburo Arasaka's only surviving son.
What, so Arasaka Jr.'s planning to grab the reins while in Night City?
Only a handful of people in Night City know what the Arasaka's real plans are.
Telling me you're one of 'em?
Top dog like Yorinobu's bound to have an army on call - hotel's probably a goddamn fortress by now, too.
Yorinobu keeps exactly no hustle around - not one guard. Got rid of them a long time ago.
Huh - why's that?
Surely you know what they say about Arasaka Into - sneeze in Night City, and a blossom drops from a cherry tree in Tokyo.
Yorinobu was convinced his Arasaka security detail reported directly to his father.
So we're not jumping the corp - we're jumping Yorinobu Arasaka himself.
Yorinobu is a puppet - he lost all his cards years ago when he failed to do daddy's bidding.
Saburo's had Yori's balls in a vice for years - he might just turn the screw and crush them outright if he learns his son's up to no good again.
Look, if you've got any spare aces up your sleeve - now's the time to show 'em.
Now this - should make your tits perk up.
Yorinobu recently swiped the chip from an Arasaka laboratory - he's made a deal with Netwatch.
Aims to sell it to them.
Have you... spotted my ace yet, or do I need to spell things out?
So what's Yorinobu do to walk away with?
Unimportant. You focus on the biochip.
What could cyberspace's watchers and protectors offer him? Intelligence on his enemies?
That doesn't matter in the least. Because you'll make sure the transaction never happens, and I get the chip.
Wait - neutral Netwatch is mixed up in this?
Netwatch provides net security for all corporations - and collects eddies in the millions for it.
But in this day and age, everyone's in the game - and no one can afford to be a saint.
To win, one has to go all in.
Fine - so no Arasaka security on the device 'cause Yorinobu whisked it away in secret.
Now where's he hiding it?
Likely in a specialized container - one that mimics an organic neural environment.
On the outside it looks like an ordinary briefcase.
And the case is?
You'll see for yourself soon enough - provided we're done gossiping about the Arasakas.
What else do you know about Yorinobu?
Quite a bit, actually.
He studied finance and biotech in Tokyo - probably didn't have a choice in the matter, come to think of it.
Saburo was grooming him to be his successor.
But then Yorinobu vanished - to chase his own dreams.
Cut himself off from the corp for years.
Long story short - though the black sheep returned, the bitter taste remained.
But - that's only one side of him.
There's another - an intelligent man who has always walked his own path - and so has his own designs on the corp.
Could be another power-hungry corpo, Dick - like so many others.
Ever tried to imagine what life might be like for an emperor's son?
You have everything - yet you are no one - nothing - at least as long as you remain in Saburo Arasaka's shadow.
I... sympathize. It's a vulnerability I understand well.
And one you plan to exploit fully.
One more thing - data that's on the chip - what isn't?
Irrelevant - entirely.
We're talking about data your inobu snuck out of Arasaka.
What's more, he wants to pass it on to Netwatch - sounds pretty damn relevant to me.
Listen, V - the relic - that's my concern.
Your concern - earning a paycheck.
Just get the job done - I'll make sure your bank accounts are sated.
Okay - what's next?
Now comes the best part - follow me.
Got something for you - should help you plan.
Braindance from Kompeki Plaza.
How's a braindance supposed to help? Need facts, not thrills.
Think BDs are only good for fondling virtual tips? Jackin' off to you in those boxes?
No - it can be a very useful tool.
Good for analyzing details human perception - even boosted - doesn't grasp... exactly what you need.
So what's on the tape?
Your inobu suite - the glorious interior.
You'll need to locate the relic yourself - hope I grabbed enough detail to make that possible.
Hold up - Minase, you recorded this?
Mm-hm - BD-Rec implant.
Why, you object?
Supposed to be Yorinobu's pad on the tape - means you were inside.
You, uh, know each other?
How else could I get all this intel?
I know him pretty well, actually.
We have an arrangement - strictly business. Suits us both, I think.
Let's see this brain dance.
Judy'll help - she's a mox, too.
Besides, we go back, uh... years.
V - this is important. Judy's always been there for me - always helped out.
I trust her - but she's a mox - not the latest member of your crew.
- Sure! See you soon! - Try not to forget.
So you'll be a good girl, tread lightly, and keep that tongue on a leash.
Relax - believe it or not, I'm no stranger to tact - in biz or life.
(clears throat)
- Hey, there you are.
- This is V. She's here for that BD role.
- And V, this is Judy, best brain dance editor I know.
- Enough already, you're gonna make me barf.
- Compiled your BDF. - What do you think? Will it do?
- Still pretty raw, but yeah, oughta do. - Mm-hmm. V needs to get deep inside. That's most important.
- So, let's calibrate. Tune it to her.
- Believe me, I've dealt with worse. You should see the jig-jig street porn we gotta contend with sometimes.
- So, we drop V inside? Let her look, let her rummage around, right?
- How about it, V? Raw brain dance. Ever taken a dip before?
- Think I can handle it. Let's just do this.
- Right-o. Sit down, settle in, and we'll get you going.
Gotta create your sensory profile first.
A what profile now?
A model of your perceptions and emotional responses.
Need to adjust that so the raw B.D. won't overwhelm you.
If I don't, best case scenario you'll get nauseous as soon as you're in.
Probably barf like you would in a shoddy virtue environment.
Mm-hmm. And worst case?
Your synapses sizzle like locusts in a deep fryer.
But we're not about to let that happen.
Nuh-uh.
Okay, hit me.
Just promise me it won't hurt.
It won't. Not this time.
Now, sit still, look at me.
Gonna run the analysis soft. Should feel a slight tingling.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, now let's set the optics and other sensory sticks.
Look smack into these two screens. Pretend it's an eye exam.
Get a lot of requests like this?
All the time. But it's usually "stuff the girls", "scroll at the club"...
I'd take that and do some routine porn tuning.
Crank up the orgasms?
More like, cut out all the other shit.
Fucking business as usual for these guys.
Their minds wander, to grocery lists, spouse's birthdays, late bills... whatever.
But even then, you can refigure things, mold the emotions into something unique, unforgettable.
So... I can't complain.
One more sec. Need to get the pain receptor limiters in.
Okay... all set.
I need to test your profile first. Tossing in a sample BD... you can use it to get to know the editor.
Now let me see... where could we...
Can't you just use my recording? Why are we wasting time?
So we don't risk our necks? Sides won't take a sec. Got something here. Should be perfect.
What'd you choose? Corner store hold up in Haywood?
Real amateurs. Don't even know where I got it. Suits our needs perfectly, though. You ready?
Boot it up.
Let me give you the tailored version first. Let you get your bearings. Then we'll jump into editing mode.
We'll be diving in in three... two... one...
Plan's simple - do nothing odd, don't get creative. You go in, snatch the cash, get out - and we sell the B.D. to those psycho freaks in our studio.
Got it, got it.
And remember - everything on full blast. They'll spot us extra for a wicked adrenaline high.
Okay - on you go!
Down everybody! On the ground! I want to see you kissing the flooring! Money! Now! Or I will fucking drop you! I swear to god!
Now! Before I blow your fucking head off!
Ah!
Slow, deep breaths. Your cortisol and adrenaline spiked, but the soft activated your hormone blockers. Nothing happened. You're alive and well.
That flash of... intense... shock... I can still feel it. I remember... fuck... that last second... could warn me how much it hurts to die.
Trust me. Real death hurts much, much more.
Not so sure about that.
You'll be fine. Got everything set up? Let's switch over to editing mode.
I'll sever the link to the V.D. Roller's sensory array. You'll be able to look around freely. Whole scene's yours.
Full cam control and analysis mode, so move around, zoom in and out, whatever else you come up with. Think of it as your own little sandbox.
So, analysis mode? You control playback. Can even pause when you feel the need. Then you use the editor console to unpause. Try it.
Do nothing odd. Don't get creative. You got everything on full blast. That's why I said we could spend the night.
Okay, right here.
Excellent. Let's move on. Now heads up, in analysis mode you can ferret out background noise and conversations if the roller got close enough.
This tech records everything, every little detail, even the sights and sounds the roller was never aware of. To see the sources of the recorded sensory signals, switch to the audio layer in the editor. Go ahead and try that now.
Okay good. Now you should see several sound signatures in the store. Choose one and hone in on it.
Everything, all the elements in the background. Then in editor, tweak some, make some pop. Keep playing with the sound, explore it a bit. We'll move on when you get bored.
Sometimes you can analyze extra layers in the raw, stuff the roller's cyberware picked up.
Like what?
Ev's got Kiroshi optics that grab infrared, meaning you should be able to grab heat signatures from her recording.
Huh, hella nice.
Now let's wait 'til the guy punches out the gonk at the counter.
On the ground! You wanna see a kiss in the pouring?! Money!
Scanning works on peeps, too. Walk up to the wounded chick, try scanning her.
Alright, next thing - scroll forward to the part where our artist gets a lead injection.
Now, or I will fuckin' drop...
Ya swear to God...
You'll pay for this now, or I will cut you off!
See that? They shot him and he never saw it coming.
But you will! Here it comes... my favorite part of the game.
See the blinking thing over the entrance? Surveillance cam.
Must've caught our shooter. You'll see in a sec.
Cam feeds to the screen behind the clerk.
Roll back to where the screens and the kids field of vision, then scan it.
His own chumba shot him, probably planned too all along.
Must have got a nice slice of cred on the black market for a BD like this.
BD freaks are ready to pay a prime for a real flatline.
Anyway, if you've seen enough, you can exit.
Yeah, it's impressive, right?
It's too bad most of the BDs we do here are only good for flogging the log.
Anyway, you ready to do this? Look at your wreck?
I don't know, I...
Ugh, let's... take a break.
I still feel like that kid when...
Yeah, I think I'm done.
V, there's no time. Get it together, please.
Okay... okay...
Go ahead. Just need T-Bug to link in.
Whoa, whoa, whoa - who?
A runner for my crew - security specialist. She'll tell me what to look for while we analyze.
No problem, I hope?
Actually, it is a problem - not what we agreed, Ev.
Evelyn... I won't get a damn thing out of this without T-Bug.
Judy, please...
Ev, she wants to bring a runner in? What part of that don't you understand?
How do I know she'll only purge in this footage? Observe - not fuck with anything.
Me - I'm your guarantee.
Yeah, right.
Help me - this one last time. I promise, everything will work out - just like we planned.
Okay, V - call T-Bug and we'll dive in.
Hey, V - what's happening?
Bug, listen - I got some useful footage from Konpeki Plaza - it's a brain dance.
Konpeki... oh, I've thought as much...
Someone there with you?
Judy and Evelyn, they're chill. They're helping me work through this B.D.
Uh-huh. All right. You gonna tell me what this is about?
Listen, need your help. Got no clue what to look for once I'm in.
All right, see if I can walk you through it. Jackin' it to your tech now.
You've gotta give me access. Opening port one- seven- seven-nine. Secure protocol?
Good, I'm going in. Should be getting my request... now.
Got it. You ready?
A millisec. Okay, connection confirmed. Now some quick- tip ice and we're clear. Ready to dance!
Fire her up, Judy.
All right, V. Eyes open. Gotta find out where Uranova's keeping the relic.
You look like a cut of fuckable meat, are you?
Evelyn... she... I felt her fear. Sure got it under control quick, too.
I said... no!
They'll have my head for this.
Then... you shall perish for a good cause.
But...
Make yourself comfortable. I need a minute to...
Listen in on that conversation, V. Could be something important.
Finish.
We shall see soon enough.
I need a minute to finish.
The program is still in the trial phase. We cannot take it to market as is.
We shall see soon enough.
Please speak with your father. He's taken a particular interest in this project. He can certainly explain the risks of...
My father's a tired, visualless old greybeard who thinks nothing will change. And he'll live forever in his tiny, frozen bubble.
I should not even be listening to such things.
You will listen to this.
Saburoi is an adult despot, utterly removed from reality.
Stuck in some fossilized vision of a world that no longer exists.
Of a world that may never have existed.
We have not seen eye-to-eye for the past twenty years.
I am quite sure. We want now.
Read the documentation carefully. The relic requires specific storage conditions. You must provide them.
Enough of it. Enough.
Heard that? Relic dock's gotta be around here somewhere. Look for them.
Tough.
Sorry to make you wait. Business can be stupid.
It wasn't long - not even long enough for me to grow bored.
Is everything all right? You seem tense - edgy.
A moment - it will pass.
I can get to work on that - just one condition.
You - wish to make demands of me?
Only one - focus - on me.
Oh - got any candy left? Stuff was pretty fun last time.
Bedroom - nightstand.
I've got an idea - be right back.
Very nice - but come here already.
Just a sec - looking for the perfect thing...
Ah - you'll like this.
Oh, fuck - it - it's like I'm - really -
V - eye on the prize - focus.
Sorry about that.
I miss this - you.
I know.
Manual details of special temp-controlled container. Relic needs to be kept real cool.
So, chip's gotta stay in the freezer.
Yep, could damage it otherwise.
Okay, switch on thermal layer detection in the editor.
Should be easier to spot where you are a nobo who's keeping the chip.
Right, grab the heatsig, matches the spec in the docks.
You're a nobo who's got the case here, guaranteed.
Mm-hmm, we got it, good work.
Looks like we got everything we need.
Quit out of the editor.
Automated turrets. Latest scanner model. Systems all connected to the server.
- Can you shut 'em off? - Externally? No way. Gotta get in, check out how they link into the system first.
Mm-hmm. Looks like all their security systems are linked to the hotel subnet.
We need the Flathead. No other way to shut down these systems.
- Can't get around them ourselves? - Nope. Least I'm fresh out of ideas.
- Get everything you need? - Yep, that'll do.
- Thanks, Judy. - We got it. Later, T-bug.
- Nice work today. - See you soon.
- I'll wipe the cache and your data. You were never here.
Keep it. I'll put it on Ev's tab.
Portable device for handling BDs. I already uploaded your calibration settings.
Not as sophisticated as what we got here, but should do the trick.
Man, it keeps you out of harm's way.
Clever.
Speaking of harm's way... know what I see lookin' at you?
Walking, talking corpses.
Relax. I got it all under control.
If you fuck up and they come knockin' on my door...
Judy, relax. That's not gonna happen.
Evelyn, please... no shortcuts.
You go that route, city'll always win. So be careful.
'Course I will be. Besides... we'll talk in a bit.
Let's walk.
Well? What do you think?
Think I see how you know so much about your enoble.
It's simple. Men like Pillow talk a bit too much.
So it's just about the sex?
You're sure you're enoble who doesn't expect this kind of move from you?
He's got no idea. Trust me. He's too busy with Netwatch to give me that kind of attention.
Besides... even if some suspicion takes root in his mind... it shouldn't matter.
He won't react in time. And that's something you'll handle.
I'm sure you're enoble too.
You're not worried?
Our esaka will flag and screen anyone who's had dealings with your enoble.
Ah, they'll have a long list, then - packed full of big names, much bigger than mine.
You tell me who they check first - corpo hotshots and cutthroats, or a little bedroom plaything like me?
Intel on your enoble, the chip, the BD from Kempeci...
Winds are right, plan's perfect - a job like this comes one in a million.
Mm, thanks. Now the punchline, please.
Just sounds too good to be true. What's the catch?
Cold feet. Are you lookin' to get out of it?
I wanna know if you're really in control here - that you're not sendin' me into the sorta shit I can't wait out of.
V - I have ZERO reasons to haze you. We're in this together - really. Trust me, that I got this.
So? What now?
V... do this job for me. I mean me alone. No splitting the pay out with anyone else - no middlemen.
No decks.
You wanna fuck over our fixer - I knew somethin' was up.
Decks is a middleman - and a useless one at this point.
Evelyn - you don't mess with fixers. That's the one rule every merc in this city knows - and actually follows.
But if we're smart...
Doesn't matter. Mistake like that'll cost you your rep - and without a rep you're nobody.
You sure you wanna do this? Better ask yourself that question.
Do you wanna spend the rest of your days blasting scabs - or become a legend - overnight? Your choice.
No fuckin' way.
Dex took a leap with me. He trusts me.
Now I'm doing the same - fifty percent.
With cred like that in your account, you won't need Dex for anything.
No, Evelyn - it's not just about the money.
I thought you were a merc. I thought it was always about the money.
Not behind the back of someone who trusts me. Sorry.
Fine - I never asked.
But V?
I just hope you're as good as you are naive.
If you need me, call. I'll send you my number.
Okay.
Good luck.
Now go - I need a few words with Judy.
How things lookin', Ms. V?
Turns out Evelyn's recording from Kempeki was worth our time.
Beautiful - T-Bug already called. Said she's workin' her magic.
We're all set. Ready to go.
What now?
Now we do the job I hired you to do - grabbin' that biochip.
We'll talk about the rest at the afterlife. See you there.
Great. Be there in no time.
See you, Ms. V.
Ma - what a sweet little face you have.
Goin' in or stand out?
Santissima, ma - te vas a enterar mañana.
Yo también te quiero, ma.
'Bout time, chica!
What's new with Señora Wells?
Uh - you know - she's worried about me.
Whatever - can't help herself, you know?
Checkin' to see if I'm not ridin' in some dumpster - like most of the Wells boys.
It's really startin' to wear on me.
More I tell her everything's okay - more I feel like I'm straight up lyin'.
But - that's done after tomorrow.
Afterlife - here we come, baby - yeah!
We have arrived - the major leagues.
Does not get any higher, June.
And you know somethin' else?
We fuckin' earned it, chica!
Ready to get your cherry popped?!
Yeah - come on!
Place used to be a morgue - you believe that?
Really, Jackie?
What?!
Told you that myself.
All for reals?!
Ah, shit - then it must've been ages ago.
And who am I, you clowns, meaning?
We're friends of Dexter Deshawn - he's expecting us.
Yo, Dex - got two live ones sayin' they're here to see you.
Yeah?
All right, then - says he needs a second or two.
Go get yourselves drinks or somethin'.
Way ahead of you, viejo.
He's hit!
Best leave ever!
Enjoy the night, Sanny!
Right there - beating!
Hear it? Can you imagine?
Susan Forrest, Boa Boa - maybe even Morgan Blackhand - all sat on those stools.
Fell asleep on that same bump.
Looks like we're up.
Hey - you see that old lady there?
That's Rogue - best fixer in all of Night City.
Thought Dex was the best.
Rogue was lining up jobs when Dex was still shittin' in diapers - and the place belongs to her.
What can I getcha?
You order.
Two tequila old fashions with a splash of cerveza and a chili garnish.
You owe Johnny Silverhands - comin' up!
Right on, chica.
Somebody did their homework - it's like the dog ate mine.
Age-old tradition - drinks are named after our regulars.
How long's the afterlife been around? Half a century?
Longer. Don't know by how much, though.
Gotta be the oldest club in Night City.
And the most respected - don't forget that, Ben.
Say I wanted to have a drink named after me - what would I have to do?
Snuff it. In mind-blowingly spectacular fashion - mid- aubinby best.
Ah, what a beautiful tradition.
It's a hit in the major leagues!
I'll drink to that!
Who else can I drink here? All on the menu?
Except there's a spot missing. Morgan Blackhand, right?
It's true. Morgan's yet to make up his mind if he's dead or still kicking.
Nobody knows what happened to him. I think he's still alive. It's been years.
Why not? Look at Rogue. Picked from that era, a species unto themselves.
Guess dying's a small price to pay for going down in history.
Gotta live like a legend first, though, huh?
Death... it's nothing but the final flourish.
Oh, and by the way, name's Jackie Wells. You wanna write down my recipe?
Hmm, sure.
Shot of vodka on the rocks, lime juice, ginger beer...
Oh, and most importantly, a splash of love.
I'll remember that. Heard you were Dex's latest finds.
Just biz, no big deal.
- Mr. Dix will see you now. - You come here a lot?
It's been a sort of long hiatus, matter of fact. Didn't show his face for nearly two years.
Tomcat's gotta walk his own path, right?
Yeah, well, wherever he walked, you knocked a few pounds off.
Guess they weren't delivering that pizza I mentioned before.
- Break a leg. - Thanks.
I am a man...
I sold the keys, I sold the seas, and I got what you need.
Damn, Holmes! Huge!
What the hell?
Same here. No, in the ring.
You do some kind of exotic shit? Huh? Kenpo? Jinjutsu?
Think you can take me? Drop me?
In here.
This fucking guy...
Damn!
That's right, Excelsior.
Cold hard eddies, as per usual.
Gotta bounce.
Well, if it ain't Miss V.
Whole family in one place!
Ha! Finally!
First time in real space.
And the flathead...
Let's see this bad boy...
I hate that. Sets your butts down comfy.
Sweet booth. It soundproof?
Jackie...
Now, now... Mr. Wells is right. We gonna be going over some sensitive material.
But if it's alright with y'all, I'd like to start with a question for Ms. V.
Evelyn Parker... How'd you fare?
Couldn't have gone better. In fact, she liked me so much... She made me another offer.
Another offer?
Uh-huh... Kind where we ditch the middleman and split the pot and even fifty-fifty.
What?!
Ahem... "Ditch the middleman"?
Shit... Now that's rich.
Hahahahaha!
Clients... Never learn, do they?
I do appreciate you sharing this info, though, Ms. V.
You see... Trust... is essential in any partnership that's to be long-lasting and fruitful.
Appreciation don't convert to eddies and... Evelyn offered us a bunch.
At least tellin' it like it is, Dex...
Y'all need not worry... Truly... We'll come to that.
Thought you'd be pissed... That you'd lose it...
Lived in N.C. too long to blow my top every time some amateur thinks they can take me for a ride...
Parker ain't the first and sure as hell won't be the last...
How about we go over the plan? What you got for us, Dex?
This.
Well, here goes nothing.
Me and Dex have already covered the fine deep. Ops- wise, should be a stroll on the beach.
Belovery, I want to hear it.
Adelamein will drop your asses at the front door of Kalipeki Plaza. You'll stroll right in thanks to your false identities.
Then, with Bug's help, you'll breach the hotel's subnet.
Mine and the Flathead's help.
Last but not least, you slip into your you-know- who's penthouse and clep the relic.
It goes without saying, we do this on the hush. Ideally, no bodies. Not a one.
You'll have T-Bug on comms for the duration. Time for your burning questions.
Transports of Adelamein?
Premis Cab Company in All Night City. Not a bar.
DeSean don't ever work with anyone but the best. I consider Adelamein just that.
Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean A.I. to get you from point A to B in style?
And how he begs a permit to operate every year's still a mystery.
If everything goes as planned, Adelamein will drop you back here. If things get sticky, you'll head for the safehouse.
Which is?
The No-Tell Motel. Quiet, no questions asked, make our next move from there. But I'm flat certain that won't be necessary.
Anything else?
These new identities. Tell us more, what's our cover?
Hello, Ramon Victorino. And you're Hannah Conwell.
- Ramon? - Yeah. - Okay.
What do we say we're there for?
Biz as usual. Corporal Armsteel.
Case anyone asks, you there for a bogus meeting with our Osaka's defense rep, Hachimei Taki.
Anything else?
How do we get in the penthouse?
Yarnobu's got barely any muscle. Hardest part will be penthouse security.
If we want to disable, we'll need to neutralize Kempeki's dweller - elite runner monitoring the hotel's subnet 24/7.
Only catch is there's no way to get in the dweller's den from the outside.
Hold on - how you want us to get inside a room you can't get into?
Trust me when I say, whatever hits you think of, T-Bug's solved it already.
This is where the flathead comes in.
You'll have to get him in the ventilation shaft, guide him to the dweller and force the dweller to... take a break.
Flathead'll stay there, jacked into the dweller.
But thanks to that, I'll be able to roll out your red carpet into the penthouse.
Anything else?
Okay. Feel brought up to speed?
Perfect.
I got a question - when do we get to the real reason we're all here?
Now's as good a time as any.
Fresh talent gets 30% always.
But I'm willing to make an exception in your case.
I'm gonna cut you a nice, juicy 40 as a bonus for your honest defeat.
That's more like it, Dex.
Ka-ching, baby!
Last thing - Kempeki's got a strict no-iron policy - security gates, the works.
So you dogs'll leave your lead-spitters in the ride, take the flathead inside in its case.
Got some deft suits, so you'll look the part, too.
Thanks, T.
So, not to count chickens, but... when do we see our eddies?
All depends how Ms. Parker avails herself of her role.
But a week, two chops is my guess.
And what do we do while we... sit around, suck air?
You sit tight, heads down, 'cause old Uncle Arasaka be watchin'.
Now, as that old Greek dog says, "Life's a banquet," so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk either.
Your chariot awaits outside.
My cue to Delta Two - gotta prep to jack in. Be there when you come on comms.
Any other issues - now's your chance.
Plan - with your take.
Enough, I hope, to put me in a luxury Cretan villa from which I'll never set foot in cyberspace again.
Promise to send me a postcard?
No offense, but I'm gonna burn any and all bridges - need a clean break.
You and Dex have known each other a while?
Um... why?
Well, you know - peeps say all kinds of things.
Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Marcus Aurelius, I think.
Heh - you and Dex both philosophize, and no wonder you get along.
Thanks for your help back at the scab hunt.
A few Reapers less in the city - good thing.
Heh - city hall should be fuckin' thankin' us.
I'm good - no questions.
Let's get to work.
So you ready to get goin' or what?
Let's roll - no point in waitin'.
Ain't gettin' rich, you mean?
Welcome on board this Delamain service. With Delamain, you leave your problems at the door.
Son of a bitch. Better fuckin' believe I will.
I see no reason why you should be using expletives.
Oh yeah? What about that time I wanted to hire you for my cousin's bachelor party, huh?
Unfortunately, we do not take on such contracts.
Three months I've been saving 'em scratch.
Eh, water under the bridge. Hit it, Del.
Before we begin our journey, I must verify the identities of all customers.
Please proceed to connect your personal links.
Thank you. Excelsior package activated.
Excelsior?! This just keeps getting better!
What's got you so antsy?
Hang on. Watch this.
Delamain, initiate combat mode.
My apologies, but you do not appear to be in any sort of imminent danger.
Oh well.
Trust me, you'll mow down an army of Saka ninjas if it comes down to it.
Excelsior, what else is included?
Comprehensive health coverage, including the handling and disposal of a client's remains should death occur on board.
Damn, if it got dug pretty quick.
Is combat mode even legal?
Of course it is. The second amendment says so.
While on board, you are entirely within your rights to bear and use me.
Tax ain't skimping, is he?
And thanks to you, we're still getting that juicy forty percent.
You're welcome.
Excelsior...
This is how you want to cruise into the major leagues.
That really your be-all and end-all?
Huh?
Dex managed to buy you off that cheap? With a suit, a limo...
I don't know, Jack. Kind of feels like you're losing that steel grip of yours.
Huh. Seems to me like it's you who's got some kind of problem.
I need you to keep your head clear and in the game. We got a job to do.
It's never, ever been clearer in my whole fuckin' life.
Been clearer in my whole fuckin' life.
Let me explain something to you, V.
My whole life I've spent in this shit around us...
And I ain't going back.
Hey, how's things?
Smooth as fuckin' sandpaper.
We'll be, uh, pulling up to the hotel soon.
Listen, set up a direct encrypted line to guide you to Kempeki.
V, ring Jackie now, see if we're in sync. Can't be too careful.
And?
Got static. Say something, bug.
The greatest crimes issue from a desire for excess and not from necessity.
Say what now?
Aristotle. Guess you read me, then.
Yeah, I read you. Not so much your Greek friend, though it was kind of exciting.
Could give it some thought. Try to understand.
How about you, V?
I want more Aristotle.
Fuck off, bug.
Yeah.
Okay? Tech checks out, looks like.
Será mejor que sí.
Stay in touch.
Thank you for choosing the Delamain service, and best of luck.
I shall await here for your return.
It's finally happening.
Almost forgot. No iron, huh?
All right, Hannah. Let's go.
Konnichiwa, Nights-
Hold on. Let me grab the flathead.
You'll never guess who I was driving today. The man...
We're up front, Bug.
Remember, reservation's in your name, Ramon.
You're there to meet Hajime Taki, military tech department director.
Papers are for the flathead.
Don't worry. Got this?
Welcome to Kompeki Plaza. Please come through single file.
You got it, Holm. Uh, sir?
Hold on. Got something.
Care to explain why you're bringing military equipment onto the premises into Kompeki Plaza?
I don't intend to explain myself to you or anyone else.
Actually, we have rules, see? And they say you haven't.
Ah! You are here to see Taki-san. Am I right?
Please, accept my apologies for the confusion.
This should only take a moment, ma'am.
Go ahead.
Welcome. Greetings and welcome to Kompeki Plaza.
We'd like to check in.
Of course. Just a moment, please.
The name on the reservation is...
Victorino.
Double room, two adults, one night. Correct?
That's the one.
Perfect. I'll go ahead and notify Taki-san of your arrival.
Shit! No good! Not part of the plan! Talk her up, Vi. Stall.
That won't be necessary.
We'll go freshen up first. Notify him ourselves.
But Taki-san is expecting you, no?
Señorita, do you know how long we've been traveling?
Eighteen hours from New Barcelona.
With a delay on Medi-Key 'cause some cyberpsycho blew himself into bits inside the terminal.
Ugh, a nightmare.
Of course, I understand.
You'll be in the Lapis Lazuli suite on level 42.
Oh, one more little formality...
Please validate your SID chip.
Honor's all yours, Hannah.
Everything seems to be in order.
We wish you a pleasant stay.
Thank you.
Better get going.
New Barcelona, really?
It's called improvising. You should try it.
What do you think, Anna?
Quaint. Cozy. Not like the hotel we had in Zurich for that convention.
Don't need that, Jack. Enough.
What? I'm taking this seriously.
The top of the line dolls.
Bar don't look too shabby.
Welcome to Compeki Plaza!
We don't do reservations weekdays, so feel free to grab any available table.
Or a couple of stools at the bar, if you prefer.
Could bring Misty here one day... when we, uh... close this deal.
You will. I'm sure.
Let's go check out our digs.
You nailed the part or what?
How do I look?
Can't believe I'm saying this, but...
not bad at all.
Yeah, I look good in everything.
What do you think?
I don't think he's lying. At least not about Kantao.
Honey, you remember how we tested this technique on our guys, right?
Yeah, I remember.
Sounds simple enough.
Simplicity's sometimes toughest to master.
Aurelius? Aristotle? Who's it this time?
Yours truly. That one's mine.
Where's the shaft?
Boot up your scanner. Look around.
Flathead prep to go.
Almost there, chica.
[gun cocking]
Got a winner.
Good! Jackie, how's the flathead lookin'?
Awesome!
Systems are operational. Charging a hundred.
Shit... little conch stalk.
Just gonna stand there and look at it? Gonna have to switch to manual control.
V, take the control shard from Jackie. Gonna link your kiroshis to surveillance so you can guide the bot.
Why me? Why do I gotta slot it in?
Unlike someone, I haven't run up my tab with Vic. Got last gen firmware. No flow.
Just do it, chica. Ain't got all day.
Surveillance cover the whole hotel?
Mm-hmm. Even the bedrooms and the suites.
Guests don't care?
You'd be surprised what people are willing to give up to feel secure. Lucky for us, your Anobu is an exception.
Penthouse is dark. No hotel security.
Here.
Here goes.
Patching you through to in-cam view. Might get a little disoriented, but don't freak.
Okay. Got a clear view.
You can't just go locking people out of their homes and places of work.
Get 'em to the next bed.
Otosaka will cover the cost of any and all penalties assessed.
This isn't about the money - it's election season. How do you think this will make me look?
People will start saying I've lost control of once - district I'm from.
But we - that's all we can promise you.
We will try - and that is all I can promise you.
Okay, flathead's in.
Patching you into next cam now.
What makes you think it was for you?
He addressed it to the kind housekeeper who finds them.
Note inside said "sorry for the mess".
There was blood everywhere.
Alright bug, got a hitch?
Am I the only one who just gets puked and used condos?
Those keepings are my way.
Can I come in?
Sure.
Uh, let's see what's on the subnet.
Alright, on it.
Terrarium's got its temporary air quality control.
Alright, yeah.
Stick the flathead on it.
I give him a ride and wipe him out.
Honey, stick to wiping that glass, huh?
You're leaving streaks everywhere!
Something's up with the tank.
Hey, Bug, it worked.
Ain't seen nothin' yet.
You got any idea how much those things cost?
Keep movin'. No time for backpattin'.
(electricity crackling)
Okay.
Dwellers just beyond the door. Flathead can jimmy the lock.
Looks like he's having trouble.
Shit. Gotta be another way. Let me think...
Got another cam other side of the door, but it's disabled.
Want me to enable?
Yeah. Look around for a CCTV port.
Okay, he's at it.
Now, toggle over to the other cam.
Dweller's inside.
Just as planned.
Still weird the hotel's only got one runner.
Decent Dweller's as good as a dozen rank and file.
What do we do now?
Neutralize him. Use the flathead to jack into him.
I'll flash-freeze him with a demon. Old lingo, don't ask.
Dweller won't realize something's up.
Gotta jack straight into his chair.
He won't know what hit him then.
Could drive a tank through here and he wouldn't feel a breeze.
Dead to the world, that one.
You'll have to get the flathead in there first, though.
Flathead into the chair, V. Jack in.
Oh! Got 'em! Love those demons!
Flathead stays, right?
To keep an eye on the dweller, yeah. Punching into Kempeki's main net - you go ahead and log out.
That's how you do it!
How you feeling?
Fine. A little dizzy, that's all.
Bug - how you doing on time?
You there, Bug?
Yeah, yeah - I'm here.
So, listen - ice is thicker than I thought. Piercing it'll take a couple hours.
Couple hours? Can't do it any faster.
Want my brain to burst into flames? Just sit down and enjoy your snazzy sweet.
Thanks - I will.
V - you take it easy, okay? Rest up a bit.
Now what do you think? Why'd he give it all up?
Hmm? Who gave what up?
Yorinobu Arasaka - the good life, I mean.
Old news, I know - just got to thinking's all.
It's like - think - you've got everything, right? Eddies, education...
Your pops can snap his fingers and turn half the fuckin' planet into a nuclear wasteland...
But instead you're like - nah, fuck it - and what do you go do?
Start a fuckin' gang? Steal dragons or some shit?
Get ghosts from your fam? Chip some real skin and play gang leader for a few years?
For what?!
Went down the same road, didn't you? Hooked up with the Valentinos, spewed some lead, then walked away.
Hey - that ain't the same thing. Haywood's not some fuckin' palace in Japan.
I didn't have no choices - and I paid a price for it, too, 'member?
Three slugs to the chest - feels like one's still in my left lung.
Don't be puttin' me on a level with that hijo de puta.
Hmph - fuckin' tourist.
Tourist or not, he just walked into the lobby - and we are back in biz.
Right now, security is neutralized.
Perfecto - let's start the show.
Hey, Buck - where, uh - were you on comms that whole time?
Three and a half hours.
Uh - about that stick up the ass.
Mean - the one up mine?
Uh - slip of the tongue, you know?
I know - now's your chance to make up to me.
There's the awkward silence. You, uh - wanna hear a joke?
Now? Seriously?
Okay - so why'd the rockerboy's output kick him out of the apartment? 'Cause he wasn't chippin' in.
Jesus Christ.
Huh - not bad bein' heir to the Arasaka Empire. Sure is shit better than bein' a son of Raoul Wells.
Guys - focus - the safe - and make it quick!
Why? What's the rush?
Sing on your Nobu's gone dark.
What is he - a fuckin' sorcerer?
Some kinda dead zone's my guess - have 'em back in a sec - and you - do your damn job - there - under the floor - look around for a switch.
What?
No.
Jack in your personal and make us rich.
On it.
Your turn, Bug.
Gimme two.
They got winged visitors. Bug?
Uh, don't know who, but staff's abuzz. All two hundred on their feet, can't keep still.
Can't say I like this.
How much longer, T?
Shit, you're a Nobu's penthouse bound.
Fuck him! Open the scene!
Almost got it. Done!
Cream!
Let me look to this, huh?
Relic intact?
Bioshard integrity... one hundred percent.
Guessin' that's a yes.
Good. Let's go.
Fuck, too late. Your Nobu's about to walk in, find cover.
Where?!
That pillar, try that!
You fuckin' kidding?!
No! Inside it, now!
Nobu!
We're in.
Which don't solve our problem, T.
I fuckin' know our problem's still there.
Let me think for a sec, okay?
Is that...
I thought Adam Smasher.
Bodyguard.
Wars.
Night City Legend.
Blink motherfuckin' one, too.
What's the play?
We wait.
Are they here yet?
They approached from the landing pad.
The fuck are they talkin' about?!
The bunker we got incoming.
Nuh-uh.
No fuckin' way.
This isn't happening.
Sapporo are a suck.
The Emperor...
Yet another ass-lickin' legend.
Shh!
Doubt this could be soundproof.
Didn't I tell you not to stick your head in?!
Oh, fuck! Shh!
Too... close.
Too close...
If he had sniffed this out...
But he did it!
Go back!
Un-fucking-believable...
Sapporo Arasaka...
Yorinobu...
What are you doing here?
Are you here to humiliate me and show me who you really are?!
You say it all the time...
Can't you say anything with your own words?!
Do you know what you're trying to do?
Don't give our achievements to outsiders...
Our future...
"Our"?!
That's a mistake!
You only think about yourself!
And about this company!
I knew one day a day like this would come.
You have finally crossed a line you cannot cross.
But that is as far as you go.
I will not allow you to betray me.
I'm glad your mother is still alive.
I'm glad I was able to see you when you were dying.
All right!
Now...
I don't need to forgive anyone!
[Music]
I wish... I wish to put the hotel on lockdown.
May I ask why?
Sapporo Arasaka has been murdered.
Code Red initiated.
Attention! Code Red has been initiated throughout Kempeki Plaza.
Please remain in your rooms and follow all instructions given by staff.
What's going on?
Someone... Someone poisoned my father!
Poisoned?
That's right, Yorinobu.
But...
Takemura, what is your job?
What are you talking about?
It's a simple question. Answer me!
I'm the chief of the Arasaka family.
Code Blue wishes to take more responsibility.
Please forgive me, Master Arasaka. I will never let you down.
What the fuck just happened in there?
You are no Boo. Just wait, Saburo.
What?!
Don't fucking move!
You know what this means? Security's gonna storm the place any second.
Oh my god, we're so fucked!
Bug, I need you to get us out of here. Now!
Gimme a sec!
We don't have a sec!
Fuck!
Okay, got something!
Punto, now!
Releasing the lock. Should see a ladder. Ladder...
Oh, fuck!
Oh, no, no, no, not now! I've been made!
Bug!
Fuck! Fucking Major Leagues! Happy now, Jackie?
Oh, Jackie... Look down...
Yep! That's fuckin' high!
Shit! That trauma?!
They're here for Saburo. They're a little late.
Just hope they didn't see us!
You got 'em, Andre?!
Security team, we've got a total of eight enemies around, quick!
On the rail!
Move up! Move up!
Oh, shit!
Ugh! Close one!
The relic!
Madres! Oh, this ain't good!
Jackie, you're bleeding!
Worry about me later!
Get the relic!
Container depressurized!
Mile chip integrity at ninety-four percent!
You're fuckin' droppin'!
Carajo!
Parker! Call her!
And tell her we fried the case?!
Just do it!
Evie? Quebecis all over the feeds!
What the fuck's going on there?!
Got a problem!
Cryocase is damaged!
Biochip integrity's at...
Jackie?!
Eighty-six percent?!
Eighty-six percent and droppin'!
Shit!
Okay, listen to me.
There's only one thing you can do.
One of you's gotta slot the relic into your neural port.
What the hell are you talking about?!
The relic can't be isolated.
It has to be nested in a safe environment.
Well... someone's gotta do it.
In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Jackie? You okay?
We're workin' on it!
I'm certain. We gotta somehow reach the lobby. Only chance to hit the garage. And we best be quick.
Now we're talkin'. Great!
Now let's get outta here.
I'll continue the floor. Clear! Understood! Over and out!
We're too little getting down here. Let's go for us. Quietly!
The unit they've located is a dweller and a combat pod, flathead model.
Drones have encountered hazards on the penthouse level and opened fire.
Yorinobu...
Arasaka has been evacuated from the premises. I repeat - Yorinobu, Arasaka has been evacuated.
How's it going on there?
Doesn't sound good.
What do we have here?
These eyelets are gonna come in handy.
Careful - security like that will be swarming outside.
Got it.
Keep it calm - what are those models?
You're only making it worse for yourself - come out!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- You got it.
- Attention.
Congratulations.
You threw out the kidpeki blossom.
- What?
- Saburo Arasaka.
Hundred and fifty years.
And today...
of all fucking days...
dressed like some defined comedy shit.
- Save your strength, Jackie.
- What do you think I'm doing?
But...
she'll be...
we'll get out alive.
- Why? 'Cause you fucking say so?
- Don't...
take this...
out on me.
You can see...
how the chips are falling...
Hey, get 'em, Boss!
Get it calm...
Get one of those bottles...
[Music]
[Applause]
[music]
Leave it to me!
[gasp]
Are you trying to keep Mr. Wells conscious?
Were we getting preem jobs left and right now?!
Hear me, Jack?!
We're gonna be rich, Mia.
I can feel it.
No, Jackie! We're gonna be rich! You and me!
[cough]
Wild chip...
For me...
Mr. Wells has passed. Where shall I take his remains?
What?!
The Excelsior package provides for the disposal of passenger remains free of charge. I merely require a destination.
Just give me a sec, will you?!
Mr. Wells' remains... where shall I take them?
He'd want to be with his family.
Mr. Wells' closest blood relative is Guadalupe Alejandra Wells, proprietress of the El Coyote Coho Bar.
I will make sure to deliver him safely. Mr. Deshawn awaits you in room number 204.
See you in major leagues, Chad.
Enjoying the ride?
Average temperature is normal at city every evening.
Let me in.
He waiting.
WMS...N54...even the pirate networks...
You blown up everywhere!
And the Jackster...he out in the car?!
Yeah, he's there...dead.
Corporation's CEO...Saburo Arasaka...
The longtime head of the Jackster...
Condolences, friend...and the relic.
Got it right here.
Hmm...I was afraid of that.
What?!
Saburo Arasaka...dead.
You got any notion of the shit you pulled me into?!
You arced a fuckin' emperor! His majesty!
Anyone with so much as a pinky toe dipped in this mess is as good as dead!
You're the one who got us into this mess!
Let's start with your prep work!
You had no idea Saburo Arasaka'd be at the hotel?!
I don't have access to his personal fuckin' schedule!
And besides, nobody asked you to kill the old man!
That wasn't us!
No shit! Tell that to the Saka ninjas! They send after you!
Yeah!
Alright, settle down. Gotta be tactical about this.
Parker, Eddies, then we leave the city limits behind.
But first, your face. Got blood all over it.
Bathroom's there. Go get yourself cleaned up.
(sound of water running)
(sound of door opening)
(sound of door closing)
Can't risk it, V. Remember our first combo?
I'll fucking kill you!
Seems I've chosen the quiet life after all.
No blaze of glory for me.
[music]
Hey!
I can't let you...
Hey! Hey! We're in jail!
[music]
Tonight, I...
I'm here to say goodbye to all of you.
Money's money, can't fuck around with it.
Speaking?
You're wasting your lives following us around like dogs.
We curled up your ass!
Johnny! Wait up!
Don't do this! You could still change your mind.
Wanna see me give up? Sounds like something you'd do. Know why?
'Cause you've always been a fuckin' pussy, Kerry.
Offer you one piece of advice - for old times' sake, stop being one.
Time to bring on the future.
You're late!
Love it when you're mad! Gets my southern blood pumping!
Get in, or I change my mind!
Silverhand!
Hey, Shaden!
Get us in the air!
Here, put this on and it stays on! Got it?!
Pirates are on fire. Pacifica's caught off shutdown. APCs on the streets of Watson.
Sons of bitches!
Skullcracking out there, that us?
Johnny's idea. Wayland's drawing Arasaka's attention away from the tower.
Collateral damage part of the plan, too.
This is the Cub Scout, Johnson. Chew it up, spit it out.
Target range acquired!
Make it rain!
Laser focus! Come on!
Go! Go! Go!
Got it! Shake it!
Taking over!
Move 'em!
Go! Go! Go!
Found our access point. Get moving.
Johnny, remember the plan?
Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing.
Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles, chaos screaming roll crates.
Exit window's gonna be tight.
Jacking in.
Is grass green? Do birds fly? Do cats eat bats? Do rats shit gnats?
Mainframe's not your playground, Murphy. Come on!
EVAC announcement! Broadcasting across all frequencies and let's get moving!
Sheesh! Who wrote this manifesto?
You really need me to answer that question?
Jesus, Johnny. You've gone off the deep end. And that's coming from a chair jock.
Come on!
Get ready!
No! Fuck 'em all!
Things are bad now, but they've been worse!
Don't make yourself an easy target!
Can you confirm?
She saw it with them while she thought it would care. Pursuit it with Forbes and help.
Johnny! Payload!
Bushido Two. Bomb's name is what?
Wrap it up! We got a dumpster!
The Demolitron. We're good to blow.
Shotgun Elite's incoming! Run for it!
Shoot the cables!
Get the rotors spinning! We're on our way!
Not done yet. Still need to feed this to their subnet.
Fucking knew it! This was never about corporate colonialism. This was about your groupie output, wasn't it?
No, you wouldn't understand, Brooke.
Giving you four fucking minutes! Chopper's not gonna wait one sec longer!
Door lock breached. Arisaka's tons of bitches incoming!
Love you, Spider.
The whole world loves me.
Closing in on the access point.
Slide in.
Sweet icebreaker. Foreign, right?
Just wonder if we know anyone who could switch the subnet protocol.
Hilarious. You gonna help or not?
Do spiders spin webs? It's time we caught some flies.
Thanks, Murph.
Now, just for good measure...
Holy cyber-cow. We're on TV! Take a look!
...return now to Arasaka Tower. Its evacuation ongoing after an unidentified terrorist organization released a manifesto threatening violence.
The terrorists stating their desire to "topple a monument to corporate colonialism".
Night City's mayor, Mbole Ebunike, has issued a statement declaring that he will "bring the full force of the law" to bear in response to any act of terrorism.
Going now to our reporter on the scene at Arasaka Tower. Hopefully he can shed some light on the situation as events unfold.
All set. Now get out of there.
They're moving up! Hit the roof, quick!
Shit! That's Adam's smasher!
Johnny, run!
Murphy!
Door's sealed, but it won't hold for long. Run, Johnny! Like the wind!
Johnny, move!
Smasher...
Told you, Johnny boy. Told you I'd end you someday.
Yes, sir. He's still alive.
Understood. I'm on my way.
Let us try once more. You associates - who are they? How did you acquire fissile material?
Gonna give good cop over there a chance to say something? Come on!
Which terrorist organization do you belong to? How did you acquire fissile material?
Hey, Gramps! I know you!
Take it off. I'll talk to you in person.
Ah, damn. Done and gone.
My husband died in that tower.
But there are fates worse than deaths.
I didn't want him to die.
Why did you do this?
To bring an end to the madness you wreak!
People lie and deceive themselves.
But the dead are different.
The dead are wise, but they never lie.
The dead have words of wisdom.
Begin.
No!
And you... who are you?
[grunt]
Ugh, heavier than she looks.
Now, listen, dog! I have done exactly what you asked!
So lest you and me figure th-
Hmm...
Mr. Arasaka, we've caught your father's murderer.
It's this woman, no doubt about it.
Yes, sir.
We'll catch her in an hour.
Fuck!
Quiet!
Shit! That's a bad smell!
You hear me? I need your help!
That's enough!
Don't you dare faint again.
Keep your eyes open.
We both could use medical attention. Do you know a ripperdoc whom you can trust?
I know...someone.
We must get the ripperdoc...quickly!
It will work, Victor.
Do not waste time.
Fine!
Victor...will fix us up.
We have to get there somehow! Call someone! Anyone!
Why...why not just cut me loose? I'm dead weight to you.
Make the call.
All right, all right!
Greetings. My scanner indicates you are outside the service area.
Just come...pick me up...need to get to...mrs. esoterica...in front of this...
Of course. A vehicle is en route. It should arrive in less than twenty minutes.
What are you doing?! Hey!
The personal link is damaged.
Please proceed to insert the jack below the ear...though not too deep.
There should be auxiliary neuro-sockets between her lymph nodes...beneath the scf muscles.
If I hit that babe by mistake...she will die!
Indeed...as she will if you do nothing.
I think I have the sockets.
Now proceed to connect.
Let's get her inside.
I cannot hold it.
I need... to rest.
That your blood?
Misty!
Pressure's tanking!
It's urogenic shock. She's dying.
Gotta cut my way through the occipital bone. No other way.
There is risk of...
I know what I'm doing!
How is she?
Slower on the men than you, but looking better every day.
V? You in there?
Ah! My head!
How you feeling?
I don't know, Vic. The ears are ringing... and then I'm seeing shit.
These... hallucinations... describe them to me.
Lightning lights... it's loud... I'm almost aging... I almost can't breathe... I'm so damn full of... hatred...
And then I... let it all out into a mic... and I realized it didn't help... I don't feel any better...
And then... I promise not to laugh... I plant a bomb in Arasaka Tower...
Nothing there to laugh about...
Night City looked... different... strange... and I... I hated it... hated everybody... every inch... it was too real... even for a lucid dream...
You weren't dreaming, V... those were memories... there's a personality construct on that shard... dreams you had... or from his past...
Hang on... you mean to say... there's an actual terrorist in my head... right now?
That's right... Johnny Silverhands... had his crowning moment about fifty years ago... A.H.Q. bombing... heard of it? It's his doing... people say he was buried under the rubble... anyway... that's not what's important right now...
What is?
Biochip... it's basically a bomb... fuse lit already... you don't have much time left... much... life... a few weeks, tops...
Silverhands' construct is overwriting your consciousness... gradually taking over your body until... one day you'll just be... gone...
V... it's important you get all this...
You'll fix me up, right... Vic?
If I could... I would, V... believe me... but this is... it's way beyond what I know how to do...
You're the best of the best, Vic... why can't you help me?
You want the long story or the short?
Don't open... a thing... not one deep!
Okay... there was... is... a construct... a psyche on the chip... that of Johnny Silverhands... you jacked it in your chip slot... nothing happened, right... until you died...
Bullet in the head from Dexter Deshan... how do you come back from something like that?
Low caliber... you lucked out... not least thanks to another poor decision by Mr. Deshan...
The nanites off the chip started fixing the damage... then they took your hand and coaxed you off the path toward the light...
People don't just die... I mean get up like nothing happened...
Used to be true... now it's only if they don't have a classified piece of corpotech primed to resurrect them.
What about me?! My psyche?! I make it back from the other side and what?! I'm supposed to pretend change is normal?!
Ask the Arasaka engineers who built the thing... all I know is... your mind's gonna go...
It won't be pretty...
From the biochip's perspective, your brain cells are a tumor that needs to be scooped out...
while your body's an empty shell to hold a construct...
So this fucking terrorist wants to wipe me and take my place... take my body?!
It's not willful on his part, it's automatic... inevitable... and neither of you can stop it.
Can we just... take the chip out or... switch it off?!
Either way is out of the question... you die immediately!
Fuck... I remember this thing saw it on... tv... oh, what was the stupid slogan... "soul", something...
Secure your soul...
That's it?! It's just supposed to let you communicate with constructs?!
Maybe... but this is a prototype by... the look of things... somehow made it out of Arasaka labs...
Vic... you've always... come through for me...
If there's nothing you can do to help me, then... what the hell do I do?
Tell me... please... Vic...
I wish I knew, kid...
Misty...
You're asking too much from an old-timer like Vic.
Come on, V. Let's get you home.
And then he died... and I thought... I was gonna die... with him... in my sleep.
Sleep's a small hint of death... the inevitable.
Can't actually tell... if I'm awake now. I mean... I could be dead already, right?
Not something to focus on, V. Let it go.
Here... got some meds for you. Omega blockers.
Taken regularly - they'll keep things from progressing too quickly.
Also... they should keep that guest of yours calm... and quiet.
Pseudoendotriazine's from me. Effect'll be opposite - it'll speed things up.
Free the demon, so to speak.
Giving me a pill to prod that son of a bitch... so he can kill me faster?!
Listen, you're likely to be fine for a while... but sometime down the road, it could turn into pure agony.
I'm giving you options, honey.
The brain can be tricked - plain old painkillers do that.
Your psyche's gonna die, V.
You'll feel... your old self slipping away.
At some point, you won't recognize yourself.
It'll be terrifying... it'll be painful... but it doesn't have to be.
The fuck I need pills for?
Gotta just stick a gun in my mouth... pull the trigger.
Well, that way you'd kill two souls... is that what you want?
Gotta lie down.
Here. Got one more thing for you.
Vic pulled this out of your skull. A lucky charm?
Promise you'll try to get some sleep?
Didn't you hear? My condition's terminal. What good can this do?
Don't be silly. As long as you're alive, there's hope. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Really think I can make it? Survive this?
Course you can. I mean, you did already die and come back once, didn't you?
Missy, wait... um... about Jackie...
Yeah?
He... talked about you. Like... lots.
We got into a fight... right before he went off to do this job.
He wasn't mad at you. I hope you know that.
I know. I just wish our last moments together could've been... different.
But right now you need rest. So sleep. Please sleep.
Sleep.
Gotta get out of here, understand?
And I'll kill anyone who gets in my way... you included.
Need a smoke... where'd you stash yours?
Where did you even come from? How are we even talking?
How the fuck should I know? The fuck kind of jointoy are you supposed to be?
Fucking ghost off!
Who you work for, start talking!
Fuck!
Fucking chip!
Rip the thing out myself!
No, wait!
Ah...
I'll take control!
I'll find a way!
You hear me?!
See you never, asshole!
Now like that!
Stick some iron in your mouth and pull the trigger!
I can feel it... Our minds... Touching...
I'm like mold on fruit... Creeping into you... Nothing I can do about it...
You hear me?! I'd puke if I fucking could!
It's just a copy of the engram... I'm out there somewhere... Gotta be...
Oh, fuck me...
Takemura here. We must meet. Come to Tom's Diner.
Why would I do that?
Because I am the one who saved your life.
Haven't managed to get my head straight yet... not after everything that happened.
That will not happen anytime soon. And so what? If you intend to leave, you must re-enter the ring.
The bell has already tolled. Tom's Diner. I am waiting.
Bea! Good to hear you... finally. Been a long time since we talked... since when Jackie passed away.
Hi, bud.
How you doing?
How you think? My son is dead... but I am hanging in there...
Calling to... offer my condolences...
Offer your condolences?
Ay, Jesus Christ, you lived under our roof! Have the decency not to treat me like some stranger you just met!
I was going to call you... I prepared an ofrenda for Jackito... we cannot let him go without a proper goodbye.
The ceremony will be at the Coyoteco home... many of his... friends will be there...
Say no more, Mama Wells... I'll be there...
I did not doubt it for a second...
I'll see you there, okay?
The pool table? We got to get rid of it.
Really? It's pretty massive.
So...
Maybe we scooch it? Put it up against a wall?
Ve... nice to see you.
Okay, sit. Sit!
You want a beer?
One mind one.
A lot of time has passed.
How you been?
Been better, to tell you the truth.
What is happening?
That night when... when Jackie... fell... I should say...
Things haven't exactly been easy since...
I am in the middle of preparing an offerenda - there is still so much to take care of.
An offerenda - what's that exactly?
Friends and family.
We gather to celebrate the departed - our memories of them - and we bring things they
loved, in life, and might need in the after.
Sure some beer'd be at the top of Jackie's list.
And there will be beer.
Could help you with that?
Gracias, mi cielo - but I will manage.
It's enough you come to say goodbye.
I want to take part in the ceremony, but I want to do it the right way - in line with
tradition.
Mm-hmm...
But... something I'd... I'd lay by his casket, that'd do justice to his memory, I... I don't
got anything.
But your heart - it's in the right place, mi niña.
Don't worry - he's symbolic.
Look for something in his garage - he's past, it's all there.
Jackie had a garage?
He used it for his motorcycle, mostly - but not so long ago he moved in.
You'll find something there, I'm sure.
Won't mind me digging through his stuff?
No, mija.
He is gone and funerals are for the living, not the dead.
Toma, take the key.
Thanks, Mama Wells.
Nah, don't mention it, V.
You have respect. I admire that.
The garage is on Republic.
Ahí te veo.
Ivy...
You here alone?
This is not exactly the safest neighborhood in town, Misty.
I used to sit on the stairs when I was ten.
Twenty-six now.
If anything was gonna happen, it wouldn't have taken this long.
What are you doing here?
Sitting and waiting.
And yeah, waiting for him.
Though I know he's never coming back.
Lately I've just been coming here to sit.
An hour.
Sometimes two.
I know it's gunk, it's just...
I miss him.
A lot.
Wanna sit?
Catch up?
Hardly gunk at all.
Just...
Well, human.
I guess.
You know each other long?
Half our lives.
Grew up in the same streets.
Got together a lot, but...
Just never got together.
Till you're back.
Yeah.
Best darn year of my life.
Jack talked about you.
A lot.
Always saying how much you meant to him.
Did he really say that?
I bet he used different words.
Maybe, but...
That's what he meant.
I really believe that.
You actually got to know him.
Everybody else thought he was a goofball with a rough- hewn face and an edge.
But they're wrong.
What did you see in him?
Let me tell you what he told me once.
Told me he'd take a bullet for me.
In an instant.
Even if it'd kill him.
Spoken like a true Haywood boy.
A man.
With dreams.
Ambitions.
The only thing they cost him was his life.
There's a huge chunk of his past in there.
How come you're outside?
I don't have the key.
Jackie never gave you a set?
You two didn't get that far.
He offered, but I wanted him to have his own space.
Just his own.
Mama Wells is having a send-off for Jackie, and he'd find something he really cared about.
Mind giving me a hand?
I'm not sure I should go in there, Vi.
No, it's not that.
Mama Wells and I aren't exactly on the best terms.
She wouldn't want me touching any of his things - disturbing the memory.
That, I know.
Jackie'd want you here.
That's more important.
Come on.
Let's go.
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Guess no man cave's complete without some of those, huh?
He said they're collectibles. They don't print them anymore.
It's definitely why they're up there, yeah.
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Still full?
His favorite. Strategic Reserve. No touching.
How come?
Why can't you touch a Strategic Reserve, huh?
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Basketball signed by Dante Gonzalez.
He was from Haywood, too.
Everyone here shot hoops.
Dante ran circles around them.
I think he might have been the first kid
to ditch the Valentinos.
Like Jackie?
Mm-hmm.
They both wanted more out of life.
Dante's captain of the NC Blackouts now.
Oh, Jackie...
That a... a mandala?
Mm-hmm.
It's a long story.
Hey, you all right?
I'm so much better than all right.
I once told Jackie he should sweep all the dark energy out of this place.
A sand mandala'd do the trick, for example.
He told me that out of sand he'd build a castle, a home, the Wells family hideout, stronghold... something.
I guess you made a bigger impression than you thought.
I guess I did.
It's beautiful.
It's hideous.
But it's also the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
An aquarium?
They used to be tacos.
And "taco" was...?
Just fish. A dwarf shark. Like, many.
Sounds like a mighty expensive fish.
Oh, I don't think he bought it.
Nice still.
Gotta be Jackie's dad.
Old school ganger. Valentino's, of course.
Did you meet him?
No, I only ever heard about him. But he didn't exactly inspire many fond memories.
Leather belt?
Sort of a... memento. His dad's.
Used to beat both Jackie and his mom with it.
Until one day, Jackie fought back.
Kicked his butt. Told him he'd kill him next time.
Old man was hospitalized and... then he left.
Why'd he hold onto it?
In case his dad ever comes back.
Jackie's favorite tequila - still sealed.
It's his lucky charm - one of the first bottles ever made by Jesús de Abajo - the founder of Senzon Tequila.
Only a hundred of 'em left in the world - all owned by the one percent.
How did Jackie get this one?
Some shriveled abuela in Mexico sold it to him - told him de Abajo had stolen her recipe.
I'm digging this - yeah, perfect for Jackie.
Well, you got something for your afrienda - but we could look around a little more.
Where's he going?
Actually, Via - I think I'll stay a while. Say bye to him here - Mama Wells wouldn't want me there anyway.
What happened between you two? And what's the beef?
Let's just say she didn't see me as daughter-in- law material.
What did she have against you?
That my name wasn't Camilla and I wasn't Jackie's ex- output. Camilla was Mama Wells' favorite.
Right...
You gotta come, Misty - got a right to be there.
I'd rather not get in Mama Wells' way - it's for family.
You were family to him.
I guess you're right. Thanks, Via.
So - shall we go?
A few glasses.
De acuerdo.
Hey, it's good you're here. We're about to start. Sit down, please.
Maybe.
I thank you all for coming today.
I'm not going to tell you what kind of man my son was or lament about how much I miss him.
Instead, I'll tell you a story.
When he was about nineteen years old, Jackie was in the Valentinos.
They were at war with Maelstrom back then.
I get a call from the hospital.
They tell me he got shot three times.
Just by the heart.
He was conscious when I get there.
So many tubes coming out of him.
He looked like a pulpo, like an octopus or something.
He told me, he said, "No te preocupes, mama."
Look, I'm bulletproof. Nothing bad will ever happen to me.
And when I go, he'd take off his Valentinos ring.
He swore he wouldn't need it anymore.
But he was not scared.
He just didn't want me to worry.
Rest in peace, my son.
Among the membership of the Night City Devils Boxing Club, we had this saying...
Make your best friends among the fighters who knock you out cold.
And it's true. Jackie's arm was a cannon.
No one's ever hit me as hard. I can still almost feel it.
Twelve rounds, buddy.
Camporta sent me.
I'm sorry you're not here. You still have four years to live.
He asked me to read you this.
I remember when Jackie joined us. He was a strong boy.
When he said he was going to do something, he did it.
I had the honor.
I could have gone far.
My condolences to the family. Rest in peace.
Anyone else?
I, uh...
I often think back to the first time me and Jack met.
It all started when he put a heater to my head.
Then some badges showed up.
Beat the shit out of both of us.
Half my fault, half his.
We high-tailed it out together.
Half an hour later, we were eating dinner at Mama Wells'.
Turned out to have more in common than we thought.
Principals.
Jackie Wells.
The best friend you could ask for.
Loyal to a fault.
Once he set his mind on something...
He was ready to die to achieve it.
He once told me...
Chica, the one thing we can't do is be afraid of others.
For his loved ones, he'd sacrifice his life without hesitation, but most importantly, Jackie loved life and had no fear.
Heart on his sleeve, he didn't overthink things, he just went for it.
Thought he was bulletproof and that he'd become legend at the afterlife.
And ultimately, he did what he set out to do.
Shit in the shoes of some powerful people.
If he's watching, I bet just about now he's flipping 'em all to burn.
He always wanted more than he got out of life.
Rest easy, June.
I would like to say a toast.
Or my son.
Thank you for your kind words, sweetie.
I'm glad you're here.
It was a beautiful offering that we gave him.
A lot of people come today.
Even that boutique Jackie was messing around with.
Her name is Misty.
What?
Misty.
She was very important to him.
Do you understand?
Go. Invite her along for dinner.
It's the least she deserves.
Do you know what?
You're a good woman.
Jackie would want you to have these.
Are you sure?
Jackie'd kill me if I got so much as a scratch on it.
So don't get any scratches on it.
Thank you.
I'll take such good care of it.
Take care of yourself.
Hey... you alright?
Yeah... I think I'm just... still in that garage... mentally. I just need a sec.
Gonna miss him.
I already did.
I wonder if he'll be as torn up after you die.
Me too, chica!
No starting something, eh? Not today!
Cheers to Jackie. Got off to greener pastures.
Jackie Wells.
A proud son of Haywood.
Eshimingo, Vic.
Sure. See you later, V.
Pulled you another? For Jackito?
See, the Valentinos haven't forgotten about Jackie.
Days like this, even the meanest motherfuckers pay their respects. Principles.
Jackie lived by them. Days what get them going.
Weird... being here without Jackie.
Can't shake the feeling I'm gonna turn around and see him sitting at the bar... in his favorite spot, where he always used to sit.
Poor... for Jackie.
Amen, sister.
Hey you! Have a drink with us, hm? To Wales?
Think we might know each other.
Gustavo Horta.
V.
Yeah, I've heard about you.
Well, heartfelt condolences, friend - from me, Campo, and all the Valentinos.
Thank you.
How'd you meet Jackie?
We started out together.
In the Valentinos?
No, in the fucking Bible Book Club.
Yeah... I got only good memories of you.
Rest easy up there, brother.
Alright, why not?
To Wales! May he rest in peace.
Good for now, thanks.
See? You gotta know when to stop!
Aye, give me a break!
Alright, let's go!
Here to say goodbye to one of your own, padre?
I'm here to say goodbye to a good man.
So, padre... you think Jackie's looking down upon us... from up there?
I believe he has met God and stood before him.
That's it?
I don't know if God left them being happy, but I'm pretty certain Jackie did.
Jackie... did you know him well?
I remember the day his mother brought him into this world...
the day his father left...
the day he took you into his home...
Yes, V... I know him quite well.
I'm gonna move on.
Go with God.
This is the end of this video. Thank you for watching.
Sit.
You do not look so bad.
Then, in the car, I doubted you would survive.
Why'd you help me, anyway?
I needed you to leave. That hasn't changed.
This about the biochip? That why I'm here?
Mm. I hear it's damaged beyond repair.
Any attempt to extract it would be disastrous - fatal for you.
Vic likes to talk, I guess.
Not many could do what he did. You should be thankful.
What's it you actually want from me?
To begin, you must tell me where to find Evelyn Parker.
Evelyn - what's she to you?
She and Yorinobu Arasaka had intimate relations.
She knows how to get to him.
Been thinking I oughta have a word with her myself.
She promised to help me get rid of the chip.
I would not count on that. She's likely gone - very far away.
Just answered your own question - about where Evelyn is. Long gone.
Why do you believe she could help you remove the chip? Does a corporation help her?
Got no clue.
Evelyn was knowledgeable about the relic - had a large chunk of classified info.
An enigma, to be sure, but - she showed that slyness you get in corpo agents.
You know the kind.
I, too, possess this slyness you speak of.
You got tossed out lumped with the outcasts - easily. Or have you forgotten?
Sorry, I couldn't be of any help. Don't have any time to lose.
Bi, wait. I need you.
Yorinobu Arasaka must answer for this crime of patricide.
Looking for justice? In Night City?
I seek revenge. Much more feasible here.
I have allies prepared to bring Yorinobu to his knees. The only thing I need is proof.
And you think they'll trust the word of a merc?
I have nothing better now. Also, I know no one here. And I am a fugitive. I am hunted.
What if I say no?
Then I will tell you what rivers await, if you help me.
So what, we stroll into Arasaka HQ and announce that Yorinobu's a kin killer? That he murdered Saburo?
We'll get a hearing before reasonable people in a neutral location. Certain procedures will be used to establish the truth.
A lie detector? Forget it.
In that case, another option - you are dying. You do not know how to save yourself.
A chip - the relic - is a culprit. Technology made by Arasaka - technology they alone know.
This corporation can save you as easily as it can make you disappear. It is merely about getting the right people on your side - politics.
Exactly what kind of people are we talking about?
People who hold Arasaka dear are its heart - people interested in the corporation's stable growth.
You mean people like Anders Hellman.
You know this name? How?
Prepped for the heist thoroughly - Relicus Hellman's design, his creation.
Untrue. He's a pawn. I was thinking of one much more powerful.
Besides, Anders Hellman escaped to Arasaka - betrayed it.
Hanako-sama, it is an honor to meet you.
Likewise.
Hmm, at least one of you's got some fucking sense.
*fart*
I need...time...to plan...organize...
You stand to gain much if you help me.
All I ask is that you do not leave the city.
Leave? Why would I leave?
Need help, best chance I'll find the right person here.
Someone other than Arasaka specialists?
There's no one. No alternative.
Actually, we just talked about some.
With a bit of luck, I'll track down Evelyn.
If she could not help you before, she will not manage to now.
Honor among thieves - ever heard of it?
Yes. I thought it ironic. Thieves have none. There's just honor, I believe.
Your Inobu Arasaka degree? I'm sure.
The Parker woman will not help you.
Were I you, I would think about a plan B.
Anders Hellman - he invented the relic.
If I want to get rid of it, he's my man.
And if that means picking another fight with Arasaka, so be it.
Hellman defected from the company.
I myself spent many days looking for him.
He... what's the expression...
dropped off the face of the earth.
Somebody's been busy the last few days.
I will not sit and do nothing when there is information to be found - things to prepare.
Your job, basically.
It was my job.
Why are you looking for Hellman?
He was the one to alert Saburo-san to Yorinobu's schemes.
He knew both of them well and could be an important witness.
Corporal Ratt's squeal went hanging by their tails.
For several days, I collected information.
All leads point to one place - the club called "the afterlife".
I was quickly dismissed by the "queen of fixers" there - Rogue.
She take you for a suit?
No - she saw me as Saburo-sama's killer.
Rogue's well-informed - gets wind of most things that happen in the city.
Might be worth asking her about Hellman.
I wish you luck - the woman is choosy, expensive and rude.
I cannot stay here any longer.
Do what you want - look for Parker, Hellman, whoever.
I must see some friends - call in some favors.
When my people in Arasaka are ready to listen, I will call you.
Till then, I guess.
If by some miracle you find Hellman, please notify me - he and I have unfinished business.
Zapper dumples and filth - in some ways, Night City never changes.
Osaka's still a despotic machine and the world's on a collision course with chaos.
But hey, at least Rogue's still alive.
You know, you've got some nerve! First you're out to kill me - now you wanna be my pal and make like nothing happened?!
You know you don't gotta speak out loud to talk to me.
What do you want?!
And I've processed some shit - changed my mind. Don't want you dead anymore.
Go fuck yourself, dickwipe!
Hey, wasn't easy for me, either. You woke up in a landfill, I woke up in your head - wrestling with your thoughts, memories - think we're even.
And I've taken a step back - looked at things - think we might be able to help each other.
We could start with Rogue - her and I go back to the Stone Age.
Why should I trust you? Remind me again?
Trust me, don't trust me - I don't give a fuck. It's the least of our worries, anyway.
You were the ghost of Christmas past, asshole. Any friends you've had are either dead or so old, their memory's gone.
Johnny Silverhand died a legend - nobody forgets that.
So you fuckin' know Rogue? What would I say to her?
"I got a talkin' brain tumor," claims it's her old friend Johnny?
Trust me, Rogue's heard dumber shit than that - way back, when you weren't even an itch in your daddy's ballsack.
Don't need convincin'. Senior memories - gross.
Rogue will dance to any tune I play or just get us to the afterlife.
There is no "us".
You're not alone in thinking me dead. Thought it was game over for me too.
Old damn city's heard.
You at Lizzy's?
Stop telling every joy toy you meet to come here! What the hell I'm supposed to do with them all?
I don't. Must be our rep. Girls need help, they come here.
Last time I checked, we weren't running a shelter. You so concerned about strays, go take care of your guests.
Suz, we're not done here!
Oh yeah, we fuckin' are!
You just don't give up, do you?
Got nothin' more to say to each other. Thought I made that clear.
Or was I just too subtle for you?
What was THAT all about?
Everyone in this city lives in their own goddamn bubble.
And either you fly high... or sink into quicksand.
Suzy seems to know what she wants.
Is she your boss?
You come all this way just to play who's who at the mocks?
Listen. Have you seen Evelyn?
Need to talk to her. It's important.
Why? So you can make her your scapegoat for your trainwreck of a heist?
Need to find out who she was working for.
That's it?
That's it.
Judy, you don't need to worry. I won't lay a hand on her.
Wouldn't make sense.
Fine.
Alright.
Evelyn's a doll. Used to work at Clouds.
SIG case on my table's got the address.
Take it, and once you find Evelyn, give it to her.
Megatower
Luxurious
You still need something?
Wow, it's...
What's that?
It's a dollhouse.
Sounds vaguely familiar...
That where they tailor-code things to your fetishes and whatnot?
"Client subconscious" is the script...
"Doll" stars in it.
No memory of it after, though, luckily.
Thank Christ for that.
Wait, mean to say she's a "doll"?
Hm. Saved up for that behavior chip a while, too.
Ev was good. Real good.
Had regulars booked up weeks in advance.
Nobody lasts long in a gig like that, though.
Hence the heist... figures.
Think she might've gone back there?
Said it'd be safer than here.
God knows why.
Got everything I need for now. Thanks.
I'll look in on the place.
Wait!
Um...
Just let me know how she's doing.
Okay?
Give you a call.
Okay?
Thanks.
Thank you, V.
A doll... Why am I not surprised?
You're an engram and a fading mind. Nothing should surprise you anymore.
So we gonna hit this place, Clouds?
Why the hell not?
Can I go twice to a store that you drink?
The way I see it, the only thing waiting for you here is getting off or getting off. Place your bets.
Arasaka.
What have I missed this time? Enlightenment.
Braindance, chick, is hiding something. No coincidence we already saw two tiger claws. They must control the building.
Arasaka and the tiger claws are in bed together. Go figure.
Every corp plays dirty. Except the streets are more than that. They're filled. So the corps leave it to the gang. Suits, collars and kits. Surprised?
No, I mean, if Evelyn wanted to disappear, especially from Arasaka, she could have done better.
This whole situation is bent over. Cheeks spread wide.
Some of the few diseases that cannot be cured by replacing the effective tissue with implant technology.
Not every day a half-brain dead machine tracks me around a cathouse on a wild horse chase.
So having a grand old time.
I've seen Judy's lion. Why?
A little something called intuition, Eve. Ever heard of it?
Boss, what you meant to say was...
You're full of shit.
Got it.
The landfill inferno in the remnants of Atlantic City continues to rage on.
Welcome to Clouds, where we know what you're looking for.
Would you care to jack into the terminal?
Looking for an Evelyn Parker. She work here?
Give me a moment.
Evelyn's not available at this time.
Need to see her. It's important.
The algorithm knows best.
Trust me, it will choose a doll that will thrill you.
Our dolls can change their hair and eye color in real- time to look just as you wish.
I'm not a customer.
Well, all the more reason to be excited.
There's a first-time for everyone at Clouds.
It's no reason to dawdle.
All you need to do is jack in.
We'll create your personal profile and you'll be good to go.
I'm sorry. Did she finally say anything useful?
Fuck the menu. Let's ditch this waitress and take our special order to the chef, point-blank.
Meaning?
Meaning you go in as a customer, keep a low profile.
They want to keep their carts close, fine.
We'll play our own game.
How could you possibly know what I'm looking for?
Clouds always knows.
Your deepest desire? We find it.
You'll have your needs fulfilled.
And maybe much more.
"Less" is not a word we use around here.
So how's this all work?
An algorithm pilots the doll's motor functions.
It takes your profile data and transforms into...
experiences in real-time.
Memory dampers on the doll's behavioral chip block any recall of the session.
So there'll be no trace of the meeting?
Well, I could say yes, but that would strip it of mystery and suspense, wouldn't it?
If you're in there, you set the stakes.
You're saying it's not dangerous, but there's some risk involved.
That is one way to put it.
One thing is for sure - you never get what you expect.
Consider my interest piqued.
All right, let's do this.
This will be a live session, so events may take an unexpected turn.
Don't quit if you feel uncomfortable - you could miss out on something truly remarkable.
If you feel unready to handle what comes next, you can interrupt the session immediately.
Now for your safe word.
Afterlife.
And... saved.
Now, bear with me a moment...
Scanning your personal profile...
You should see compatible dolls in just a second.
Two matches... Interesting.
Is that normal or...
Who can say what is "normal"? You're clearly a unique person with... unique tastes.
Our system can handle it. So who will it be? Angel or Sky?
Think an angel looks good?
I couldn't have chosen better myself.
Now for the payment. And you'll venture into the clouds.
There you go.
And... the payment's come through?
The entire floor is open to you if you wish to wind down first.
Angel awaits you in booth six. Disconnect, please.
That it?
Ahem. We have a strict no-weapons policy here at Clouds.
Please deposit any and all hazardous items with me.
Only two willing to spread their legs for you. Sad.
Go eat a dick, Johnny. You won't find any use for weapons inside.
Thank you. We hope you enjoy your stay.
Guess that makes you a real deviant.
Woulda had more choices if I didn't have a certain brain parasite.
Valerie, right?
I'm Angel. Your angel.
It's V. Just V.
Only people I know real well get to use my real name.
But we'll get to know each other well in no time, honey.
Sure, why not? Do what you do best.
I know that you're dying.
How do you know I'm dying?
Deep inside, you fear this. Cower before it.
So what if I do? Why do you care?
Of all the voices in your head, the loudest is that calling for help.
That's why you're here. Look around. Tell me what you see.
There's... something in the mirrors... way back.
It's a projection. Your inner landscape.
Is this what I needed? Therapy with a robo-hucker.
I'm not going to analyze you. I won't play any tricks.
My sole aim is to fulfill your greatest need.
Listen... I'm looking for someone who worked here.
Evelyn Parker. Know her? Know where she is?
You must see the big picture.
You focus too much on details... minor ones... like Evelyn.
Please don't act like you know me. I just want some answers.
But are you asking the right questions?
How can you change what has already happened?
Got only one right question now... the one I asked.
Where's Evelyn Parker?
Why the manager say she doesn't work here anymore?
When was she last here? You know anything?
These are questions to which you'll find the answers on your own.
I was told this place would fulfill my deepest desires.
Not what I was expecting... this.
When true desires go unfulfilled, they turn into needs.
We are here to reach for them... and beyond.
So what's it I need so badly?
To come to terms with the fact that you died once already...
only to face another kind of death.
I'm not about to come to terms with shit.
The fact I'm dying is an incentive.
I'm running from that... living it up.
You wish to leave something behind... a piece of yourself.
That's why this all began.
You wish to be remembered.
Yeah... wanted to reach the top... be someone.
Still do... but seems like that might not happen anymore.
Still... if I gotta die... I wanna go down in history... fuck it, even a footnote'd do.
And, after that... do you think death is a disappearing act followed by exactly nothing?
People I've lost... live on in my thoughts... and... that's what I'll be... a memory... or just some stranger's voice in my own body... yapping away.
Hmm... no longer part of the world... you will still have an impact there.
So you believe death is not the end after all... reassuring.
Think I might just be... afraid...
So I imagine these things to distract myself from the thought of... the... void...
If what I saw before is any indication, I...
You are sensitive... that does not make you weak.
Try to suppress your emotions... and you'll drown.
So... where do we go from here?
This is the part where I tell you what you must do.
Uh... okay... be my guest.
You've never backed out from anything, so don't stop now... not one step backwards.
In this city, people die on their way to the corner store for a scop pop...
But that threat's never stopped you... you dive into the middle of it all... always have.
Things are moving way too fast... around me... without me... I... I can't keep up...
A minor delusion... the truth is... we and our paths are braided... never-ending... ever- transforming... not being... but becoming... and what's happening inside you... it could change the world...
Listen, V... never look back... if you must kill... kill... if you must burn all the world to the ground... then let it burn... okay?
Thanks... for this... I... I don't want to go out there...
No one ever does... but eventually we all must.
Afterlife...
What... what happened? You interrupted the session? Did I do something wrong? Were you not satisfied?
Had all kinds of things going on in my head lately... this was... different... refreshing...
Yes, that is what we do at Clouds...
Think I get why people come here... come back... but I came for something else...
Evelyn Parker... what do you know about her?
Wait just a sec... that's not how this works... you can't ask me about the dollhouse or anything like that... I could get in serious trouble... go... please, just go...
you gotta help me... please... I'm no threat... and she could be in trouble... just wanna talk to her, find out if she's okay...
look, I barely knew her... and I have no clue where she is...
nobody came looking for her... nothing out of the ordinary happen?
there was an... incident... with a client...
I don't know the specifics. One doesn't ask about these things around here.
Tom might know. He and Evelyn were close. Go ask him. And please, leave me alone.
This... incident with the client... what happened?
Nobody saw... nobody knew... who attacked first... it was all a mystery.
Then they just buried it. No more questions, not another peep about it anywhere, from anyone.
Where'd it happen?
In her booth.
Number...
Eleven.
Booth Eleven occupied now?
No, it's been... out of order since...
You're gonna help me. Need to get into that booth.
Why? What for?
Not your business. Can you open it or not?
I can, but that's it. Won't answer any more questions.
Tom knows something, go bother him.
Tom? Who's he?
Friend of Evelyn's. Was in a free moment they weren't together.
Where'll I find him?
He's a doll here. Works the VIP area, booth two.
Thanks.
Shh! Don't ask for me again. Ever!
Shit...
Let's take a look, shall we?
Blood... Fresh, not too much. Put it to a wound rather than a kill.
See that?
See what? Nothing there.
Exactly. Should be a port right there for the doll to jack into.
They rip it out?
Wonder why...
I don't know.
Help me!
Well, Kaien wasn't the one who flew off the handle. Something bitter in the ass.
What do you think? Cyberpsychosis?
Sounds crazy, but she could have been remotely hacked. A netrunner?
Weird.
You better keep this short and sweet.
Too brainwashed, sick...
Hi! Um... I think something might have gone wrong here.
Not really sure... uh... I don't have your details?
Sorry, no idea what I'm supposed to do.
Relax. You don't need any data, don't need any deeds. I'm not a customer.
Here to talk. To you, specifically. Not to be with a doll.
Tom, is that it?
Uh-huh.
Need to get in touch with Evelyn Parker. It's important.
You and me both. Tried calling her a bunch of times. No luck.
Mean to say she's not here?
She had an accident. Needed to go to a special clinic in Osaka. Or Oslo.
I think it was Oslo. For a new faceplate.
That accident... involved a client, did it? Found blood in her booth.
Uh... you know, shit like that happens here sometimes.
And everyone's cool with that.
We get new implants, recovery leave... and, well, sometimes even a payout.
Now that I think about it... it is weird she went away so far.
Tell you herself she was skipping town?
Nah. Just didn't show up for work. Wasn't picking up either, so... I asked Woodman what was up. Told me she left. Like I said...
Where can I find this Woodman?
Probably got his feet up in the back office. Except it's off-limits to customers.
Woodman? Who is he?
Mr. Forrest. But everybody calls him Woodman. Never really known why.
Okay, Mr. Forrest, then. What's his thing?
He's kind of like our caretaker.
Finds new talent, deals with ugly situations...
Got it.
Hey, no clients allowed in here!
Go out there and close the door on the way out, would you?
As you can see, I'm very busy.
Looking for a girl named Evelyn Parker?
Got nobody working here by that name.
But she used to. What happened to her?
Probably did what all the dolls try to do - found a unicorn to set her up for life.
Nah, you can do better.
Try Roxy over at booth too.
Same heart-shaped ass, behavioral chip will do the rest.
Won't feel any difference.
Don't have time for your games. Need to know where Evelyn is.
We're running a skin circus here, in case you haven't noticed.
Not a missing persons bureau.
Let me guess - you played with a doll once or twice and now you want to run off into the sunset.
Go down to reception, they'll find your soulmate 2.0 in even fewer seconds than that.
They call you Woodman, right?
That because you have as much charisma as a tree stump?
Somehow I doubt you understand the situation you're in.
Situation? What situation?
Think I'll give a cat's turn about every slut who walks through here?
Right, we're done here. And I'll be sure to let your bosses know how you treat your customers.
That's so funny.
First off, I highly fucking doubt you know who my boss is. If you did, you wouldn't be calling her "my bosses".
And on second thought, think I'll take you to Maiko now, just to see the look on her face when you tell her whatever it is you make up on the way.
You're lying bitches as much as I do. But we all deserve a laugh, don't we?
If I were you, I'd run the cash angle. It's practically written on his face. F-r-a-u-d.
Know you've been skimming off this place's till. How much you club already?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Talking about the eddies you skim from Cloud's accounts on a weekly basis.
Not skimming anything! I don't have to be a fool!
Does it matter? I'm just curious what the Tiger Claw leadership is gonna think once they find out.
Won't think anything because it ain't fucking true. I work with the dolls. Cloud's accounts got shit to do with me.
You sneaky little bitch.
Kudos to you for hatching this one.
This conversation's starting to bore me. Humour me, will you?
This particular piece of arse. Out of all of them.
Why? She wasn't even that good. She was hot. I'll give you that.
But for all her delusions of grandeur, she was nothing more than a basic whore.
And like all basic whores, she got what was coming. As will you.
Well, aren't you the queen of fuck-ups?
You're not helping.
Now what?
Hell, why don't you just scan the truth from his gray, lifeless eyes?
Or scour his cup?
That just might work.
Sold her off to a ripper.
Chip was busted. Could've sent her to get it patched up.
A ripper named "fingers" in a back alley for hookers.
Sounds like a joy toy's wet dream.
Heh heh.
There's someone there!
I'm required to return your weapon.
Hey, I don't know anything! I just work here!
Nice work back there. Ever thought of applying for the diplomatic corps?
Don't have time to massage egos.
I respect that.
Of course you do. You'd have loved to drop an H-bomb on this place.
No need to go so OTC. I've got other methods.
One thing's for sure, though - Claus won't forget this.
Think Fingers has got her? Think we'll find her there?
V, if I could see that far, I wouldn't be a fucking ghost on a chip in a corpse's head right now.
Makes perfect sense, man.
Yo, yo, yo, my choomers, shroomers and floomers, Mr. Whitey here!
Drop that little turtle table and rush to the nearest store for it's taste of sweet, sweet, sweet...
You had a plan. You tried and fell flat.
Now you're flat. Don't look in any condition to find Hellman.
Ugh, fuck!
The hell was that?
No, no, damn it!
Jesus, the fuck do you want from me?
It's all going too slow.
Gonna decommiss before we learn how to rip the chip out.
Wanting me dead, you said so yourself.
You've made it pretty clear since that I changed my mind.
Want you to live now.
Asked you already. What the hell you want from me?
I got a get out of jail free card.
I'd be a fucking fool not to take advantage.
See me and Arasaka, we got a half century old score it needs settling.
And I plan to do it.
That's what I need you for.
You might even laugh if it didn't hurt so much.
Listen, I know things.
Where we can save your life.
Who can help us do that.
You'll get rid of the chip.
I'll smash Sokka.
Win-win, kid.
Soulkiller's what we need.
And Makoshi's how we grab it.
You know you're just an irritating hallucination, right?
J-just ignore me.
And you're a walking corpse.
Should just wait 'til your mind shrivels to nothing.
And frees up space for me.
You fucking asshole!
But as should be obvious, I've decided to help you.
Need to find something first.
Seven letters.
Starts with an 'n'.
Okay, so this "Makoshi"...
What is it, exactly?
Okay, basics.
If you're jacked in, cruising the net, Arasaka can use Soulkiller, an AI, to trap, fry, and pack away your psyche, your mind, and your soul.
Following so far?
Yeah. Seeing the memories... did a real number on you.
Okay, seems we've got a few more things to approach than I thought, but that'll come later.
Anyway, when Soulkiller fries, roasts, and boils you, you die. But the contents of your mind get copied to an engram first.
Sure. That's how you became a construct.
Exactly. Now, Makoshi's the place Soulkiller operates out of, where it stores its victims' engrams.
Still don't see how Makoshi's linked to my chip problem.
Not the brightest bulb on stage, are you? Fifty years back, ops on the human mind, Makoshi was the sole place on Earth where they did anything like that.
Bet it still is today. Tellin' you, all roads lead there. It's where we'll settle our biz. You yours, me mine.
And, uh... how you plan to smash Arasaka this time? Got another nuke tucked away?
This time, bomb's named Alt Cunningham.
I'm supposed to know who that is?
Not yet. But you will once we find what we need.
For now, we got no time to lose. Need to get inside, Makoshi.
Can you talk? It is important.
What's important?
I may have found a solution to... the problem we share.
I have established contact with an old friend from Arasaka.
He's here in Night City now.
He's well-connected to certain influential people.
That's gonna help us how, exactly?
There will be a meeting - you, me, and this friend of mine.
You will tell him what you taught me - the truth of events at Konpiki Plaza.
I have little hope that he will be convinced... but it will be a start.
Of all people, you ought to know Night City tests everyone's reliability - even that of old friends.
Sure about this guy? Trust him?
Many times we have had the opportunity to kill one another.
Yes, I trust him.
Fine. Where's the meet and when?
Japan Town. After sunset. I am sending you the precise location.
I'll see you there.
V... you called.
Promised I'd call, didn't I?
Promising's one thing - keeping it the whole little bag.
So... managed to learn anything?
Evelyn's not at Clouds anymore. Behavioral chip was damaged. Apparently, they carted her off to a ripperdoc goes by Fingers.
Oh, shit...
Hey, get back here!
Know where to find this Fingers character?
Yeah - runs a dinky chop shop up Jig Jig Street.
Fuck V... guy's all kinds of bad news.
Head in there now - to find her.
I told her to stay the fuck away from Clouds.
All right, little V...
Oh boy, this place has some wicked fun, man.
I like it where there's nobody, man.
Well, well, what do we got here?
Ain't you just the cutest thing?
If you're looking for a release, I just might be your man.
Got a message for Fingers? Comes from the Tiger Claws.
And that message would be...
Two things - urgent and confidential.
Meaning?
Meaning you've got a choice.
Oh yeah?
You either get your shit kicked in for being slow, or for being a nosy prick.
Fine. Let her through, sludge.
Cancel claim? Take it to court.
You fuck off and leave me be!
Fine, I get it!
Everyone's got their breaking points. Pay me what you owe me, and you can fuck off and agree to pass this.
Hello?! There's a line!
Nuh-uh! You ain't cutting!
Fingers down. You know him?
Heard some things, yeah.
Like?
His hand sometimes slips.
Glad to see a familiar face.
I'm worried sick about her, V. Had no idea anything had happened.
We'll find her. I know we will.
After the heist, Evelyn holed up with the Mocs for a while, right?
That's right.
So why the hell'd she go back to Clouds?
Thought she'd be safer there. God knows why.
Tried to get her to see straight, but she wouldn't listen.
Mocs don't happen to have fingers in their crosshairs.
No, why?
His joy toys come out of his clinic in worse shape than they come in.
Yeah, well... can't solve all the world's problems at once.
We're gonna be here forever, I just know it.
Maybe you could talk to those girls? See if we can cut in front?
Why me?
I don't think they like me. Just give it a shot - that, or come up with something better.
Think Evelyn's being kept here somewhere?
On the one hand, hope she is - 'cause I want her back fast.
But on the other - hope to God, no - because who knows what that sick fuck could've done to her.
She means a lot to you, doesn't she?
And you've arrived at that conclusion how, exactly?
Well, when you knew where she was, you sprang into action.
But once you get close to Evelyn... you never wanna let her go.
You worked at Clouds?
Not as a doll - tunes are virtues.
That's where I met Ev, Tom and the rest of the crew.
So you're saying you met her at Clouds, too?
Fingers, where'll I find him?
He's operating on somebody right now.
Been in there for ages. Shouldn't be much longer.
Don't hold your breath. I spent hours waiting for him to come out.
Especially when he collects "payment" right after the procedure.
I need to talk to him. It's important.
You think we're just here to polish our nails, huh?
I'll let you cut in front of me.
You're a real pain in my cleat, Mitzi, you know that?
And you - might as well knock and find out when he's mopping up.
Supposed to be at goddamn clinic, not in any of your blonde dress.
Go on now, don't you worry about her.
Come on, let's go.
I think he's done.
We going in?
Eventually...
Yes? Hello?
What can I do for you?
Looking for a girl named Evelyn Parker.
I know she was here in your... clinic?
Ah, so that's what this is about.
Where is she?
A loaded question if I've ever heard one.
You, tiger claws!
As far as I know, I'm all paid up.
We're with the mocks.
The mocks?!
Why didn't you say so?
So, what brings you here?
These girls know you're chipping faulty implants?
You might say so. I'd say they're the very best I can find. See?
What's in it for you?
Whatever they have to offer. And they always have something to offer!
You're a sick fuck, know that?!
You looking for a... friend?
Heard you help the working girls around here.
Well, very few children will play with broken toys.
So when skin goes flabby, sockets go out of whack, implants malfunction...
I'm sure you get the gist.
Pay for goods you expect top quality. Consumerism 101.
Please, scrapyards offer better quality than this.
Already told you. I'm looking for a woman named Evelyn Parker. Need to know where she is.
Step into my office, please.
Many girls come through here. So many.
But let me put it to you this way...
I believe in giving each of them the personal touch.
Ask anyone.
I'm more than a chop doc.
See, I know what people truly want...
To be flattered, praised, patted...
To feel like... like they deserve it.
Of course! I can't remember each and every one.
Even if it's a specimen as exquisite as you, please set your exquisite derrières down.
Wind chittery as soon as I mentioned her name. Don't try getting out of this. I know you remember her!
I... I have a neurological condition! It's not easy, living with ticks! Really, I'd love to help, but... if only I knew who you were talking about...
Forest, may mean anything to you?
Nope.
They call him Woodman. Works at the dollhouse.
You... you talked to him?
I'm the one asking the questions here. Was Woodman the one who introduced Evelyn to you?
Introduced? Interesting choice of words. Rolled her in on a gurney, more like. She was out of it. I honestly couldn't believe she wasn't dead.
Never mentioned her name, so... I just called her "doll".
Poor girl. Tried to help her, I did. But as you can see, this isn't exactly a state of the art facility.
Mentioned you couldn't help her. Help her with what, exactly?
If I only knew, I wager she'd be standing here, happy and smiling. Instruction register on her chip was burnt to a crisp. Tried replacing it... nothing.
Damage was caused by a netrunner using homebrewed malware.
Sounds about right.
Get to the point!
"Get to the point"?
Yes. Well, I haven't the faintest idea where she is.
Enough of this bullshit! What'd you do to her, you freak?!
Now, either you put a muzzle on this... creature... or put her down. It's impossible to have a conversation with her around.
Don't talk to her like that!
She insulted me!
Look, the quicker you spill, the shorter you'll have to put up with us.
Now, Evelyn Parker... where is she?!
Could very well be on her way to becoming the next underground braindance, darling. That's all I know.
You sure about this?!
Four days I had her here... she was out cold, in La-La Land... for practically every minute.
It wasn't a slumber party... we didn't have pillow fights and promised to send each other postcards...
What do you mean by "underground"?
I don't know... I mean, I don't watch that sort of stuff.
Snuff? XBDs?
I told you, I don't know.
Where will we find her?!
How many times do I have to repeat myself?!
I don't know! I... I did what anyone in my place would do!
When I realized I wouldn't be able to help her... patch her up... I called my "fixer".
Two guys came and... picked her up the same day.
Who'd you call who's your "fixer"?
Wekako... told her I had a busted doll with a BD implant to hand off.
Where did they take her?
I told you already... I don't know!
They weren't the talkative kind, and I'm no gunk. I know better than to ask questions of people like that.
You're no gunk?! What do you think?! Why'd all these girls come in here?! Let you grope around 'em?! Think it's for your charm?! Your caring attitude?!
They do it 'cause they got no choice! Then in the end... they despise you! They can smell your pathetic!
These guys - what did they look like?
Like you, me - anyone else in this city.
Really now - they looked like you.
They looked like the kind of guys you don't make eye contact with. One of them was a bearded fellow.
The two that came for her - didn't say anything about where they'd take her, what they were gonna do to her.
Mentioned something about virtues with... a moth of all things. Said she'd be perfect for them - whatever that means. But that's really all I know.
You ponder off like she was some fucking inanimate mannequin!
Because that's exactly what she was!
Need air. I'll be outside.
Judy's right. People like you make this city a living hell. Day in, day out.
Got what you wanted, didn't you? So get the fuck outta here!
I let her go back to Clouds. Coulda stopped her, but I didn't.
Trust me, Judy. Compared to the pieces of shit I scrape off my shoe every day...
...fingers doesn't come close to being half their brand of rotten.
Got no fuckin' words, V. None.
Don't worry. We'll find her. I know it.
We'll fuckin' find what's left of her butchered corpse.
Hey! Keep it together! Wanna give up now?!
No. Only lead we got's an XBD. Where's that get us?
We also know we're lookin' for somethin' related to the Deathshead.
Better than nothin'.
I don't get your optimism. Still sounds like a big, fat nothin' to me.
Deathshead symbol bring anything to mind. Anything. Doesn't matter how small.
Industry... I mean, market's lookin' for every kinda fetish out there.
It's cavernous. But an XBD outfitted beyond the move almost always.
Makes 'em harder to nab, harder to sting.
Need to figure out where they're scrollin' this stuff.
Gotta be a rat hole of some sort. Doubt they do much shooting on location.
Yeah, gotta be somewhere quiet, out of the way.
Could be we'll see somethin' to point us in their direction and one of their virtues.
Ugh. Have to be real gonks to leave a clue.
Everyone, everything, leaves somethin' behind.
Just need to know where to look.
Lucky for me, I'm runnin' around with the best BD specialists in town.
That's an extra pair of expert eyes.
Well, your BD expert has a better idea.
Pleasures of Night City, a domain with its twin in the dark net.
Every kinda thing goes on there. Might stumble on somethin' useful.
Lookin' for somethin' raw, untouched.
Raw is all you get with me. What's your edge?
I want somethin' that'll floor me, really scramble the neurons.
We've got it all, man.
Bare knuckle boxin', shootouts, black ops, interrogations, amputations...
No, no, no, I mean somethin' like... you know...
Fetishes?
No, come on, you know what I mean?
No, I don't.
Think I'd be doin' this job if I could read minds?
I wanna know what it's like to... to kill somebody.
See? Wasn't so hard.
So, got some classics from the last corp war...
or armed robbery if you're lookin' for somethin' fresher.
What are you lookin' for?
What have you got?
Virtues.
Any special kind?
Well, let me put it to you this way - those who know, don't need to ask.
Lookin' for BDs - a particular kind.
Particular?
You a badge?
Gimme the best of the best - ones with the death's head.
Didn't know I was dealin' with a connoisseur.
Death's head'll cost you, though.
How 'bout a discount for your newest customer?
Only give regulars discounts.
If you're short, then fuck off.
Where do you get these scrolls?
People that make these - heh - obsessed with privacy.
Never even occurred to me to ask where they're from.
To which caution - I probably owe the fact that I'm still alive - talkin' to you.
Got anything that might interest me?
Pleasure doin' biz with you.
Hop in.
Rough stuff.
Let me get everything prepped.
You make sure the wreath's snug on you.
Hey, V.
Ready when you are.
I want you to describe what you see.
You might catch something interesting.
What do you see?
[toilet flushing]
[screaming]
V, editing mode's good to go.
Look around all you want.
Scat woman.
Who knew that besides chopping people up, they were scrolling xbd's.
Can't beat that rich synth cough aroma.
Cheap shit. Cold too.
Buck a slice.
Ordinary box.
Decker, Tanaka and Rogers logo.
Standard for a trash heap.
Scav. Gotta be.
No one else with that kind of fashion sense.
Electric cork patch on the coveralls.
Coffee was cold.
Like, from the day before.
Pizza looked fresh, though.
So?
Means someone's grabbing buck a slice regularly.
Which is not something one does for the flavor and fresh ingredients.
Pizza shares its dna with styrofoam.
Nobody's gonna schlep across town for it.
Okay.
We're looking for an electric cork power plant located near a buck a slice.
E.C. used to have a big ol' complex in charter hill.
Buck a slice checks out too.
How can you be sure, though?
Let's go.
Here we go.
Old electric cork power plant in charter hill.
Gotta make do with that for now.
I don't know how else to go in a place like this.
If your commute takes you through...
No time to lose, we gotta go there.
...want to rethink those travel plans...
Definitely. Ride with me?
Let's get going. On our way.
...delamain cab service has blocked the roads, but causes for the accident remain unknown.
If any of you corporal rats are looking to score brownie points with a boss on your...
Still can't shake it?
That virtue sample we saw with the death sentinel...
If all they scroll is snuff, then...
Stop it.
They'd have to be utter gongs to waste her on something like that.
What do you mean?
We're talking about a girl who's not only a natural at what she does, but also's got a doll's implant.
I mean, that's not a package you find lying out in the street.
And here we are.
You going in?
Find us a way inside. I'll hang back, scan the subnet, see if there's any blueprints of the complex lying around.
Join you as soon as I find something. Let's link on holo 'til then.
Not gonna be pretty.
So?
If you mean to tell me to hang back altogether, don't bother.
All right. Going in.
No, I don't want it.
Got the blueprint. Be there in a sec.
Try to find a way to the lower levels.
Hey, hold up. I'm close.
I'm here. We need to get to level minus two. Bet that's where they're keeping her.
Hear that? That shirt... I know it.
We don't have enough material in yesterday's batch. Relax.
We need to get in the hallway past this room.
Okay. What about them?
I can always just get rid of 'em my way.
Your call, but you gotta make it now.
How do you know?
I see you.
What's happening?
He's the boss because he can get any pussy to work for dirt. Pussies like you.
It used to be that pussies were just pussies. Now we're the ones with our d-
Eat it, assholes. Looks like... we got 'em all.
I won't hurt you!
Now, Delta, to the hallway.
Where are you?
Close to the studio.
You find anything useful?
Freed up the elevator. Should be easier to get out of here.
You really don't fuck around, do you?
Wait one sec for me.
We find you one way or another! You hear?!
That's Evelyn.
Just don't touch her!
If she's recording you'll scramble her brain.
Wait until I cut her link!
Grab it and tell me when you're gonna yank it. I'll break the link at my end at the same time.
Alright, let's do this.
Wait for my signal. Here goes. Ready... and... now!
Thank God.
Ev?
Evelyn, you hear me?
What's wrong with her?
Honestly, I don't know.
She's gotta be seriously traumatized.
She okay to be moved?
No brain hemorrhages, damage to the spine?
Doesn't seem to have any wounds.
Guess we got no choice.
Um...
Hey, Evelyn...
I need you to tell me who hired you.
Seriously, V?
You gotta do this now?!
Let's get her somewhere safe.
Fast, too.
Which way?
I sealed the doors and managed to power the elevators.
Elevators it is, then.
(Explosion)
Come on, is it really that hard?
Please, just one. For me?
Smoking's for posers. And it stinks, too.
Say whatever the fuck you want, but just light up.
No.
Non-smokers are the fuckin' worst. Just my luck.
We goin' in?
Let's give 'em a couple. You saw how she looked.
If it was up to me, I would've splashed some water on her face back at the studio and asked her straight up.
It's not up to you, though, is it? Let's go.
She's sleeping.
At least I think she is. Her eyes are closed and she's not shaking anymore.
I would have already killed her by now if I didn't feel so bad for her.
How's she feeling?
Use your imagination. That place sucked every last drop of humanity from her.
It's not enough she already gave up everything she had.
I just kept taking more and more.
She's in some kind of trance, like she's folded into herself.
No reaction to her surroundings whatsoever.
I really, really didn't want to poke around in her head.
I did it for you. I just want you to know that.
I need to talk to her.
Listen, I know you've got some serious questions that she's got the answers to.
I mean, if I were you, I'd want to know, too.
But it's just not gonna happen. She's completely out of it.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
You're mad at her. Why?
When you asked me to scour her behavioral chip, I was just about done dealing with your shit.
Judy, I didn't have any--
I know. It's okay.
So I don't get why you--
You'll find out in a sec.
I'll show you the virtue I found.
Guessing you saw them already.
Yeah. Had to wrestle to make sense of the whole thing.
But I don't want to say anything and taint your perspective. You should go in with fresh eyes.
How many BDs did you manage to rip?
Two. Only one of them's intact. Understandable, though.
The rest...
Well, they're in the same shape as Evelyn right now.
Okay, show me.
Give me a sec while I set the parameters.
Guess we'll find out if our doll really did lose her tune.
Come on, V.
I'll be the first to admit, this does not look good.
Hey... How you feeling?
Need anything?
Not here to nag... Just... talk.
I know it's a bad time... But I gotta ask...
You got any idea how to remove the biochip?
Or know anyone else who might?
Listen, Evelyn... I really need your help.
It's important. If I don't do anything - and do it soon - I'll die.
You're right. This is a complete waste of time.
Let's go.
Have a seat.
Alright, roll it.
Data was in pretty rough shape. Not all that editable.
Glad you managed to salvage 'em in the first place.
Needs a second to load.
Quality's lousy, but I did what I could.
What am I looking out for?
Every single piece of tech I see? Security?
We need a layout of the whole room.
We will get everything else we need from the Virtue.
What about his messages?
Only if you can do it and be parfait bourrée.
It's most important that he suspect nothing.
Try to be your usual... relaxed self.
And if he starts talking about the biochip himself... should I...
Biochip? Where you hear this?
That is not of interest to you.
You spend the Virtue, you come back here. We give you the Eddys.
That is your one job.
The rest is none of your concern. Understand?
That's enough.
Take a look around if you want.
Might not be important.
Maybe, but all of them are from Pacifica.
Narrows down our search, at least.
Can't see any Eddys.
We need a layout of the whole room.
We will get everything else we need from the Virtue.
That means someone's been flying it over.
We will get everything else we need from the Virtue.
Who?
Could be the Voodoo Boys... but that's just a hunch. Can't be hundred percent sure.
The spine-chillin' Netrunner crew? Hard to find 'cause they don't wanna be.
I wouldn't know where to start.
What now?
Looks like I'm goin' on a field trip to Pacifica.
All right, think we got everything.
What do you think?
Woman who hired Evelyn - any idea who we're up against?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Sorry, V.
Now we know what happened to Clouds. They're the ones who tried to flatline her - launched a nuke at her ship.
So it was punishment? For getting played by her?
She knew more than they thought she knew. Couldn't let that go.
So that's who she was running from.
Looks like Evelyn never told us the whole truth.
You're telling me... If I'd known what she'd gotten herself into...
I'm so mad at her. Her only job was to record of virtue.
Pretty damn amazing she managed to organize a full- blown heist - and swipe the biochip from under her boss' noses.
So that's where you came in - she hired you. And brought this all on herself.
On you two.
There's one more recording. Wanna see it?
Sure, why not - nothing can surprise me at this point.
Yes, forget about it. You're right, we're too smart for this.
We're not enraged. Besides, it's the best way for us to win in order to open our eyes. We have to do it.
We have to know what they're saying. Could be important.
Fine. Just found the auto-translate package. Should get along fine with your system. I'll install it now.
We're not enraged. Besides, it's the best way for us to win in order to open our eyes.
I don't get it. What's this have to do with Johnny Silverhand? He died, like, forever ago.
V, you got any idea?
Long story. Trust me.
Go ahead. I'm all ears.
Now's not the best time.
Can you give me a minute? I need to go over some stuff.
In my head.
Of course.
Know who they are? Who the woman is? Any idea how we find 'em?
Fuck, Vi. I've been dead the last half century.
Sorry if I'm unable to hand you all the answers on a chrome fuckin' platter when you snap your fingers.
These people - what could they want from Alt?
How the hell should I know?
Got no notion whatsoever?
One way or another, everything leads back to that Netrunner.
Finding her is our biggest priority.
If she knows as much as I think she knows about the chip, she can help us out.
That you said nothing could help us.
Nah, just find us that Juju Wirehead, okay?
Wait... you got any idea how to get in touch with the Voodoo Boys?
Why? Worried that I'll give Evelyn up to 'em?
No... I didn't trust you at first, but...
Well, if you wanted to get back at Evelyn, you would've done it already.
So why the worried look?
I just... I want it all to work out for you. You got a plan?
I'll ask around. Make a few calls.
Let me put it this way - the Voodoo Boys wouldn't trust a cat if it walked onto their turf.
But someone's gotta know a way in.
Well, good luck.
Hope you won't need it.
See you around, Judy.
Right... um... thanks... V.
V! What's shakin'?
Need to make contact with the Voodoo Boys' chief if you can swing it.
All right, all right! Straight to heavy business.
Hmm... now, that'd be Memon Brigitte. Be tough gettin' a word in to her.
I was led to believe you could arrange anything.
Ha! Now that sounded like my third wife every time she wanted a new purse.
Memon Brigitte... that sounds like a spooky cult alias.
Have not had the pleasure of asking her personally, but it is what everybody calls her.
Doubt the title has any real religious weight, though.
Voodoo Boys play pretty fast and loose with their Haitian heritage.
Really don't do any biz with 'em?
Not with the chefs, cheffins, priests and whatnot.
All got dirigible-sized egos, won't talk to lowly me.
But if you insist, I can ask around, try to set somethin' up...
I'll just need some details first.
Sorry, it's personal.
Well, that's fucking helpful!
[sigh] Got somethin' they want.
Truly?! Wanna sell somethin' to the VDBs?!
Trust me - they don't want it, they don't need it.
They're isolated, insulated - they got their own contracts, tech, networks...
But - have it your way.
Okay - I'll see what I can do and get back to you.
V, V - consider this your lucky day.
You hear Pacifica call and you make sweet love to them guys.
Got something for me?
Well, it's like I said - whatever you're pedaling, the VDBS are just not in the market.
But they have another task that needs doing, so I volunteered you.
Do it well and you'll get your audience with Brigitte.
What's this "task" needs doing?
Quack - you're gonna go picky on me now!
My contact will fill you in on the deets.
I got Zero from him - actually, got the impression I'd have to pay for every word out of his mouth.
Okay - so who do I talk to and how?
Hit the chapel on slow - look for the altar inside.
Someone will touch you - not you - something spooky.
Got it - thanks.
- I'm not scared of you - I'm not scared of you
He was alone and he worked with his hands
The whole city knew him, Michelle
He was one of us who saved your life, Susilla
Before I picked you up from school, you were in jail
Like a black pepper
Making sure I didn't get lost?
Couldn't meet somewhere else? Not big on funerals
You my contact? So you're finally gonna tell me about this job?
Interesting biz strategy you got in Pacifica
Your details, your names, no one knows a thing
Your name we know. That is enough
You screening me? See if I came alone? What kind of chrome I got?
There's some kind of test?
Most people we work with we knew as babies
We know their endings
You we do not know
Wanna talk with Pursuit? She here somewhere?
No
Shopping centre by the intersection
Go to the butcher shop there
Ask for Placid, he will tell you the details
He hasn't come out as he always does, it doesn't make any sense for him to win, it's just a game
I don't know, he seems very determined
He can change his mind all the time
Wait a minute
You want me to talk to him, right?
OK, not a chance
Hey, you lost your twins?
Hmm, my creole is a bit rusty
You speak thousands of languages in this city, we speak only one
Shit luck, right? All those and I don't know yours
Do you want a translation or not?
Looking for Placid
Placid?
Look here
It's the same, continue
Placid, look here
You Placide?
I want to talk to your boss.
What can I do for you?
Mr. Hanz sent me. Said you got more work needs doing.
Not here. Come with me.
- Where we headed? - Pacifica.
A hotbed of controversy. A city within a city.
- This way. - A very stable and night city.
- Welcome to Pacifica! - Pacifica!
- All back to normal. - Welcome to Pacifica.
- You know Pacifica well? - No.
You guys aren't exactly great at rolling out the welcome mat for outsiders.
Was to be it's own city where suits would burn the eddies.
A closed circle. The cops feed the sheep, they spit the cash back out.
All the toys here are grown from corporate cash.
Our interest is now in the G.I.M., the Grand Imperial Mon.
Pacifica's biggest, ugliest temple to greet.
But never finished. Until last week, it was deserted. Empty.
- But now? - The animals crawl there. Make a nest.
- You're talking about Anton's little weakness. - Anton's?
- Greta! - What's wrong with you?
- Who told you that? - You don't need to know.
- Tell me what's wrong with you. - Shut up.
- This is for you. I'm here for your response. - Thank you.
Let's go. Not far now.
They won't get too cyber disciplined.
- You deal with animals before? - Yeah. A few times.
You want the animals out of the G.I.M.? Extinct? That why you hired me?
You'll learn everything soon.
I mean, it makes no sense, them being here. Middle of Pacifica... no backup, cut off... it's your turf.
Hell, even badges don't patrol around here.
Uh-uh.
They tryin' to provoke you? Make you do somethin' stupid?
They do not leave G.I.M.
How many we talkin' about in there?
Thirty. Maybe more.
Venina, we talk here. You sit.
When do I see Brigitte?
You do job, that is first.
What the hell?
Could fuckin' tell me what you plan to do first!
You take job, you do what I say... so you chock in... now!
Well, what? You got a line of volunteers waitin'?
V? Home stretch, almost there. Do not fuck this up.
Dammit, here goes nothin'.
Well, at least he's not likely to talk your ears bloody.
I got a feelin' we're not gonna become best friends.
No chemistry.
I will survive.
Evelyn Parker. Ring a bell?
Not one of us.
She did work for you once.
Why not send your own goons to the G.I.M.?
It's not our way.
How's that been workin' out for you?
Work good, good more than bad.
You're Qom Shaman, it is Victor.
You two know each other?
No, no need.
This hardware is shit you should replace.
Oh, so now you're a ripperdoc too?
That at all relevant? Or just a cheap scare tactic?
I need you to be able. I need know.
This chip.
It have no signature. What is it?
Besides that, everything's okay?
No internet problem? Cortex spikes? Other trash?
Any of that a deal breaker?
I ask you about the chip.
Chip's why I'm here. Why I want a word with Brigitte doesn't look at all familiar.
It should? Why? I see only it is damaged.
Bullet to the brain. Hasn't worked since, that's how.
Huh. Haven't asked about my experience, what I can do.
We are not corp. Do not offer career.
You do for us only one simple thing.
Once inside, what do I do?
The commune.
Twenty, thirty-five, zero-seven.
Three second before, poof.
We try to learn where the commune had come from.
Van's definitely a custom job.
I see you not know also.
Hey, just turn a piece backs together.
You record all this on your own?
Local camsignals, corpsats, we capture them all.
But from inside the gym, squat, right?
Tech looks pretty advanced. Doesn't scream meathead to me.
They watch it very close. It is important whatever it is...
Brassid, Batman Kelly Abdisson Ogoye.
Femme Portla.
Time for a break? I think you might be needed.
They will manage fine. You focus.
Animals aren't the play here, are they? They're hired muscle. Someone else needed them. Someone with a van full of netrunner tech. And that's where I come in? To sniff out who?
Mm-hmm. Start with the community. Hide from all eyes. Only see the city as you. You have now seen good reason for Agwe. Accept it.
Why, what for?
You are my vessel now. Through Agwe I see what you see, hear what you hear. I will guide you through GM.
Another voice in your head. Just what the ripper doc ordered.
We know who the runner inside is? What he wants?
This I hope you tell me.
So, aim to keep an eye on me. She'll stressed. All right. Anything else I should know?
Find our people, name all. They will show you how to get inside the beast.
Got it. So I do this and you put me in front of Brigitte, right?
Yes. Suity at end of the hall. Go down, my people will let you pass.
We are done.
None too fond of strangers here, are you?
People like you - stick out.
Meaning - best watch it.
Mm-hmm. Wise.
Brigitte even know we're supposed to meet? Or did you cook this deal up all by yourself?
You speak with chef in when time is right.
So, voodoo boys - why? Don't seem to believe in voodoo.
Don't know. Ask those who call us this.
You say you call yourself something else?
And you ain't gonna tell me, are you? Right.
You see?
They know you're watching 'em?
This is our turf, our home. We need not to be ghosts here.
It is you who must be ghost - be silent, invisible.
Know the way in? Was told you would.
Yeah, garage in the back. But shh - quietly, yeah?
Anything interesting happen over there?
Since we are here - all quiet.
No one in, no one out?
Well - they went out for supplies once.
Okay, I'm in.
I see. Your camione - check it.
Right.
Yep, we're at the main entrance.
Yes, I'm sure. I set off the motherfucking gun myself.
So, are you trying to ride my ass, or are you just doing it for fun?
Okay, got the van. But no sign of the runner.
I see what you see. No chatter. Now, interface with the van.
While I got you here, mind telling me what we're looking at?
Dataflow map of Pacifica. Beyond Agwe.
Who is "they"?
Netwatch. They always out to fuck us.
What are they looking for, exactly?
Internal data ports. If the crash arise, it take Agwe and the entire net. It return to the dark time of Bartmoss.
But you've probably got, what, webcrawlers, code mirrors?
We do. They also want "them".
How bad's it look?
I do not know how much data they pull, but their map is not complete. They still not have source validation.
Okay, so what's on me to do?
You must reach the agent. He's in How to Find Him. Look at their map. He is in cinema.
Step away now. This isn't your fight.
Mad!
What? Placide, what?
They're caught. Pushed out. They wanna know you are here. Hunt him.
We can't just scourge him via the net. He's gotta be jacked into the van.
I cannot piece his protection. You must find him. Face him.
Okay. So what do I do once I find him?
I will tell you.
The agent man tries to cut you off.
The animals be here soon.
Pass.
To hell with you.
You'll need a shaft to reach the lobby. Left side.
Come on!
You will stay unseen.
I swear I won't completely kill you!
[Alarm blaring]
Eyes open now.
What's going on?
You have company soon. Scan her right away.
That bad, huh?
She must have a weak spot.
Come at me!
Let me catch his revolution. Keep focused, I have the lead.
What I cannot hold him long will be the same sub- web with alpha animals. Deal with him!
Now who wants that?
Think she's had enough.
To invade him, we need access to the deader. Clear?
You must fast!
Proceed?
Whoa! Hey! Easy.
What did you do?
Well, now we can talk in private.
Just severed the connection to the rest of Pacifica. Gives us a little time.
Just a second ago you tried to flatline me. And now you want to talk?
Flatline? No, just discourage. But it looks like I underestimated you.
Okay, no more fucking tangents. Fess up! Who are you?!
Bryce Mosley. Netwatch special agent. Can we talk?
Had a spectre on you, didn't you? Saw and heard all you did. You follow these orders?
No idea what the voodoo boys are paying you, but our pockets are deeper.
Sorry. Don't work with corps.
Come on, everyone does. I bet you have too. Could verify that right away, actually.
But we don't need any distractions, do we?
Not interested. Not a money job for me. Just need an end with my mom Brigitte - voodoo shepherd.
Brigitte and her lapdog T. Neptune have been frozen several days now - ever since we shrouded their subnet with ice.
And you? Well, you were sent here to free them.
Do you know why they didn't tell you everything? 'Cause you're a ranyon.
That's what they call outsiders brought in for special jobs - floor rags.
When you're no longer needed, they chuck you - a fate for all ranyons.
Rather put my trust in the VDBs than in you - by a mile.
Hey, I know we're unpopular in your circles - but whenever there's a real problem, it's Netwatch - not Pacifica's shady hacker cult - that gets the call. See that, right?
Voodoo's know black tech better than anyone - so, no - think I prefer their expertise over yours.
Clever - kinda - but the wrong choice. Know why? They never answer the call.
If you're not Pacifica born and bred - you're nothing to them - less than nothing.
You have Brigitte - and how'd you manage that?
When we took the mall we knew the VDBs at Semrunners - Team Neptune reached first - to see what was going on.
When we iced him - Brigitte dove in after him - used him to shield herself - tough cookie that one - but still finds herself stuck.
Got anything to back that claim - if the Voodoo's want to set me up?
Wanna - they did it already - as soon as you handed over your link - slipped in the Spectre and a Virus.
Talkin' as if he was there - he's workin' you - so obvious it hurts.
Ask for proof - science I'd know.
That so? Then please take a look - we're in a system diagnostic.
Fine.
And?
Nothing out of place. No traces.
Do it again. Then cross-check the result against the first.
Identical, right?
Because it's not a real scam, it's a copy.
What's your beef with the voodoos?
Any idea how many attacks from behind the black wall we neutralized last year?
Want me to guess?
So you don't know. No one in Night City knows, outside of us.
And no one wants to know.
People imagine it as a great border wall, a one- time solution to protect humanity forever.
Whereas, it's more like a torn-open trash bag taped over a busted window.
And the voodoo boys will not stop poking holes in the fucking thing.
Brigitte and the other one - Neptune - what's their condition?
Tags are active, so the VDBs must be keeping them alive from their side.
But they can't sustain that forever.
They cannot - which in turn makes Brigitte and T less useful to us.
We tried using their interface to breach the voodoo subnet, but Brigitte proved... stubborn.
She managed to take some bites out of our systems before we secured her.
A little taste of your own medicine?
The data collection - why would you target Pacifica's runners?
That's the job.
This is about Reso Aguay, isn't it?
Can't have an indie net where you aren't welcome to protect and serve, huh?
No such thing as an independent net.
If the voodoo boys breach the black wall, we'll all be fucked one way or the other.
All right. What are you offering?
A compromise.
I'll fish the voodoo virus out of your system... and I'll release both Brigitte and T. Neptune.
They'll wake up like nothing ever happened - not to worry.
And all you gotta do is let us walk... with our data.
Thoughts? Clock's flipping digits.
Okay, do it.
I knew we'd have a meeting of the minds.
Can't believe you're falling for this shit.
Oh, almost forgot. Mercenary's leaving. She's joined the team, so... be nice. Don't want any problems.
Good luck. Got a feeling we'll be seeing each other.
What the fuck, Reeve? You are off-net, I lose your eyes.
Brigitte and the other guy - are they back?
Who told?
Yes, Mama Bee is awake.
Perfect - 'cause I gotta talk to her.
And what of Netwatch?
Taken care of.
Look for my people out front.
Brigitte and the other guy - are they back?
We are to take you to Placide.
Let's go.
What the fuck you do in the G.I.M.? You were to hack the agent, not cut deal with him!
Is it every merc you hire, you try to set him up?!
Kulesal?! You believe that fachis?! What he say?! You say, or I open you! See with my own eye what wrong Kramer done!
Listen, I didn't turncoat! Didn't pick a side! We made a deal is all!
Did what you wanted! Except instead of getting my circuits acid right, I'm still breathing! That's so damn wrong!
Kulesal is stupid! Think you more clever than Ned Ping?! He pinned you over, poke you, and you come back smiling!
Acid! We must head under! I do not know what Ned wants plans, but they are not done!
You are worried about agents?! Then shoot her in the head! I do not know what they put in her, what corruption is in her system!
You don't know what is in there to begin with - how much it is worth!
I know! I scanned her - only a normal filthy ranger!
Come with me.
You must be Brigitte - hard woman to find.
You have something for me?
You know about the biochip, don't you?
If it is functional, we offer you good price for it.
That why you're talking to me now? 'Cause you know I got the biochip - not 'cause I saved your frozen ass.
If I was any ordinary ragnon, you'd have dealt with me already.
Placide saw in you common trash from the streets - this is why he chose you.
But you knew about the chip - instead put yourself in danger in the gym.
Just like you - only I came out of there on my own.
Biochip's busted - that's why I'm here.
Haven't found a single soul capable of getting this thing out of me without scrambling my brain.
You commissioned the heist - so I figured you must know something.
You've gotta...
How do you know all this? How did you find us?
Evelyn Parker - name ring a bell?
Ah - de doll - de whore.
You found us because she led you to us - she has proved not completely useless, after all.
Listen - can you help me or not?
Yes, of course - but not here.
We will go to the crib - where you must give us access to the chip.
Once we have the data we need - we will do our best to help you.
Seriously - haven't done enough for you already.
There is no other way - to remove it we must first examine it.
'Cause if you fuck up you're left empty handed - that it?
I gave my word - we will help you.
Then - after you.
Hey, you guys sure seem to love this place. But - honestly - you don't give off a strong religious vibe.
We left our gods on Aichi - yet we are strong here without them.
This way.
So how come Placide didn't know about the biochip?
He didn't recognize it in the scans.
Few of our people know about Kompeki Tower.
But Placide, he is...
in your bed, deba.
The Watcher did not notice the biochip in you?
Strange.
Did you let him scan you?
No. Why?
It would complicate our work.
Making way for the Tokyo, Sydney and Paris, their next stops...
This an old subway tunnel?
No. Part of the transcontinental maglev system.
When all states were connected...
like the net, it too crumbled after the war.
View est courant.
Tout le bagage paré. Nous cas commencer.
Bon! We take you into the cyberspace. No better place for you to interact with the construct.
Guess all this means you got your own synth-tech interface.
We have our own versions of all. We do not use anything from the city.
How do I know I'll come back? Do I get some guarantee?
You will be inside our data fortress. Under watch.
Under your watch.
If you knew what is out there in the cyberspace, you would not be so choosy.
How's all this any different from plain old netrunning?
The interface show you the data layers, direct from the net. Readable, of course.
What the basic runners see is only a map. They cannot see beneath the surface. Their tech, it is too weak.
Okay, hang on. Wanna know what you need Silverhand for first?
We wish to contact Alt Cunningham. We know she and Silverhand were close.
Alt?
The relic which Arasaka held close. It is our only lead.
Alt Cunningham... heard of her.
Oh. Where? From whom?
From Johnny... though, granted, not much.
Johnny?
All right, V. Guess you better tell her.
Tell her what?
About us.
Construct's active. Lets me and Johnny shoot the shit every now and then.
Mm-hmm. But look at this, too.
What, you think I'm hallucinating? Found myself an imaginary friend?
Little is known of how an engram might exist within a human's neural network.
Tell you one thing - it doesn't shake out well for the human.
What's your plan to contact Alt?
We try to cut out a unique piece of Silverhand's engram from the biochip.
Alt will know it. If something of the human is left after years beyond the black wall, she will answer.
Well, what? Said nothing about breaking through the black wall.
Direction... connect.
Connection stopped.
Stop is stopped and now, catastrophe come again. This is sure and soon. The corporations, they do not see the danger. But we... we will be ready.
The black wall... what is it, exactly? I mean, I know... you know only what the Netwatch tell you.
The final bastion against the post-war A.I.s. The great victory of humanity over chaos.
That would be your Saturday morning Netwatch propaganda.
But the black wall is an A.I. itself. The boundary condition let no thing pass through, either way. If the A.I.s thought like people, they would call it a traitor.
Johnny, looks like you're the bait. You okay with that?
Yeah, whatever. Just do what she says.
Oh, come on. Not the tub.
We must prepare you for the dive into cyberspace.
You are not accustomed to the neural demand.
Don't try and get out of this, Vi. Just do what she says. I'm not about to sizzle, Vi.
Let's do this.
Don't tell me you're protecting him.
I'm telling you...
Go down there.
Where are we?
This is our BBS - Data Fortress. Bridge to the Deep Net.
It's... it's all so alive... so real.
Cyberspace moves, breathes at all times. The interface will adjust the ebb and flow of data to the capabilities of your brain.
But you... you are an exceptional case.
Saying something more than I am?
Yes. The cyberspace... it is always... tro-belle.
So... what now?
We can begin. All is ready.
We enhance your link to Silverhand's neural network for a short time, to grab the fragment.
We must find the data on Alt - Alt alone.
This should only take...
Brigitte?
What's happening?
We'll never fade away!
Johnny! The fuck, holmes! Out of line! Way out!
What next? What, you gonna take it?
You gonna drag a couple 'round on stage, make 'em kneel...
Samurai! Hey! Help!
Johnny! Johnny!
It's not your pant! You know, solo act!
You kinda are, though. Only one to have a problem with me.
'Cause everyone else has had it up to here.
They're done thinking they can get through to you. You're fucking whacked!
You know exactly why I do it.
No, nuh-uh! To piss Arasaka off enough so they'll give you a case of deep-muscle lead poisoning?
But I'm the only one with a vision.
So unless you've got a better one, like I said, go fuck yourself!
Fuck!
Is it the concert or Carrie?
Hmm?
Said you weren't coming tonight.
Not if I can help it.
Changed my mind, lover.
Look at you, all hot and bothered.
[rock music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Goodness gracious me.
Mm-hmm.
A damn shame that's that.
What, smoking after sex not zen enough for you?
We gotta rewrite the art of war, too?
We're done, Johnny. With it all.
I just... couldn't ghost without saying... something.
So go on, say it.
You can be such a bastard sometimes, Johnny.
Things were swimming.
What, change your mind?
Eat said my gut.
'Cause you knew what you were signing up for.
Look, if you were just another charismatic, narcissistic douche canoe
running around after his dream with his head up his ass,
I couldn't care less.
But...
It's all a lie.
That concert, samurai, all of it.
A ginormous fiction.
You're not a rocker boy, Johnny, face it.
Oughta join the wired wackos on the corners frothing at the mouth
as they scream "death" to Arasaka.
I see. Think you've seen through me, do you?
You know exactly what I mean.
Look at you, faking it even to yourself.
Probably what you're best at, faking it.
You're afraid!
You and Kerry, both cowards.
I alone have the balls to stand up to Arasaka,
and boy, that terrifies you.
All of you.
'Course, Johnny ass, misunderstood by all Night City.
That's it! That's the problem!
You're confused. We came here to fuck each other's brains out, not analyze mine.
Think we're done for the day, so you can fuck off.
See, I thought...
That this meant something? That we're close? So close you can give me shit about everything I do?
Got quite the imagination, then.
Where you going?
Got somewhere to be.
Silverhand! Hey!
Bolt.
Good noise, chum.
Shoots around when I come undone!
Save it. I don't know for who.
Can't kill me 'cause there's words!
So how long you think you're gonna be mad?
Down the rebel path!
Last time.
You j--
Let's get out of here.
Join us for a drop, silver rocker?
Fuck off.
Whoa, short fuse on this one, huh?
Let go of me!
Hey, where you think you're going?
Johnny!
No!
Fuck off! Leave me alone!
Johnny! Let go of me!
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, events or events is purely coincidental.
Really did you, didn't they?
Come on, rise and shine.
Been a while, Johnny boy. How long'd you say?
Two weeks since I last cobbled you up?
Man, did I miss you.
Bullshit, you gonk son of a bitch.
Didn't even bother to call. You were supposed to be back for your follow-up.
Kids like a son to me.
So I see.
How's it look down there?
Well, shoved so many tubes up your ass that you're about two mods off from pissing espresso in milk froth.
I also tossed in a synthetic liver. Old one was looking worse than a paper bag full of shit.
Great, now I can live forever.
Just as well.
Where's Alt?
Where's who?
Woman who was with me.
He brought you and you alone.
Fuck, they grabbed her. Nobody saw it?
Ask your savior. Said his name was Thompson.
That you back there in Watts?
We gotta talk.
Alright.
It's spit and glue, but she's holding tight.
Get some rest. Even a few hours, but the Stitch is set at least.
Uh-huh.
Johnny...
Ah, fuck it. You won't listen anyway.
So talk.
They wanted her. You... you was just home.
And you... just stood there, dick in hand, gawking and dreaming of tomorrow.
Would've shredded us both if I'd jumped in. You see the guy's reflexes? Course not, he was that fast.
Tech like that you don't find in a dumpster.
So... what are you after? Chasing down a story? Fresh for the scream sheets? That why you scraped me up off the pavement?
Nah, had my story. But then some cats tossed her in the back of a van and sped off. You, uh... came to do something about it? She was your output, wasn't she?
Me?
False kidnapping. It's collateral shit. They swiped her to get at me.
You even know what she does for a living? Girl's one of the best runners around.
So? One of how many? No. Only linked to Arasaka's... the fact that Johnny Silverhand's boning her.
You know, she's been working for ITS lately. Wrote some real smooth black ice for them. Not to be duped in either sense of the term.
Arasaka wants her. Abduction was a standard inner- corp extraction. Nothing more.
Okay, so what are they after?
Soulkiller. An AI. Sound familiar at all?
Course. Urban legend with the shittiest name ever.
It's no legend. Soulkiller's real. And your choombas at Arasaka just hired the runner who wrote it.
Take that in - "saka" with "soulkiller" to do with as it pleases. Grim, my man.
You even imagine that, Rocker? Arasaka'll be unstoppable.
Soulkiller'll flatline any runner who comes close to even trying to scratch its ice.
Seen it happen. Not an iota of physical damage - nervous system or anywhere else.
No sound, no fury, no stench.
Just all of a sudden - brainwaves cut out.
As if someone pulled the plug - or ripped the soul from the body in question.
What a steamin' load of shit. Let's go.
Okay. What's your take, then? I'm all ears.
Oldest tritest tale in the world - Arasaka was out to provoke me. And it worked.
So what'll it be? Come in with?
Where to?
Arasaka Tower - to grab Alt right back.
Just you and me? You outta your fuckin' mind?
Swing by the Atlantis on the way - got some choombs there.
I'll be in the car - can't wait too long, though.
You'll wait as long as you need to.
Where the hell is Rogue?
Sit. Stay.
Silverhand! Got an I.O.U. here with your autograph on it!
You seen Rogue?
She's upstairs. But I heard you two weren't, uh...
Rogue, you heard wrong.
Fucking fuck.
Johnny! Give me a hand here.
Heard you weren't talking to me.
Who knows? Seemed to be talking to you.
How about now?
Now you can go fuck yourself.
Johnny?
How's things? Angles?
Got a private meet going on in there.
Rogue back there too?
Yeah, just...
Yeah, yeah. Private meet. So you said.
Promise to be super unobtrusive.
God, I hate this fucking town.
Hey, Johnny...
Don't know you.
That's no problem. Just as long as everyone else knows Johnny Silverhand.
Need your help.
We're waiting for a client. One who values discretion.
Mm-hmm. So much so he himself didn't show.
No point in sitting here, then.
You still mad about that "thing"?
What "thing", Johnny?! That you fucking lied to my face?! Put my peeps on the line?!
Or that you were fucking three other women behind my back before we were through?!
New partner?
Gotta say, that famed charm of yours - overhyped. Or maybe, just dulling with age.
You have a job for us, rocker? Or are you mainly here to run your mouth?
Look, our history, I know. But we don't really have time for it - feelings.
I'm in no hurry.
I got a job - that's it. Urgent - but I got the euro.
How much?
Butt out - this isn't your biz.
Is now - rocker just pulled out his wallet.
Don't you get it?! He's not here about any damn job - he's fucking with me! Last time -
For this time - you'll be smarter. Take your eddies up front. So - how much, rocker?
It's Arasaka - I'll understand if you'd rather not.
If you wanted my attention - you just earned it. But if you're aiming for a friends and family discount - I know you're a man.
Corpos - riding in on 'em hard - you two do that for fun.
For fun - but not for free. We leave that to rockerboys.
It's important - name your price.
Ah - so you're either made of money - or you think we won't live to collect.
Either way - rocker - you're coming with us.
Deal.
That it is - urgent indeed.
Shit, Johnny - didn't notice you had a fucking tail!
Mr. Silverhand - you're coming with us.
Sure - let me just finish this.
Degraph your weapons!
Won't be anything left to scrape up when we're through.
Aren't you?
Contact! Contact!
A healer?! Is this real?!
Yes! Fuck it, own it!
Go! Go! Go!
Forgot I was masked.
Grenade! Get back!
Thought so.
Elevator! Quick!
Not even sorry for it.
It's gonna take much longer.
Got trouble in heaps.
There'll be more at the bottom. Bet you a thou.
We're parked outside.
Coming?
Thompson's waiting for me in the car.
Who?
Media. You wouldn't know it.
Cover you!
We got heavy casualties!
That healer can come back. We'll all be back.
Let's get the hell away.
We'll be right behind you.
We've got company. On our ass!
Karasaka! Move to fire!
If they hit the car, we're fucked!
Shit!
Hmm, not half bad, that.
Now what?
You hanging in?
Yes, keep it clear of them.
I'll park somewhere. We'll chat.
[*This is a work of fiction.]
[*It'll be a gig to remember.]
Start the riot!
[*In an article reported in the second most people searching for this,]
[*the hour offenders are on the scene at Arasaka Tower.]
[*And they all agree, a psychoactive agent has been dispersed at the site, affecting those in the crowd.]
Alright.
You recording this whole thing?
Uh-huh. Why? Wanna say a few words to the folks at home?
Do what you gotta do. Just stay out of my way.
Thompson. Know him well?
No. Why does it matter?
Don't like the guy? Don't trust him. And media's their bad luck.
What?
Bad luck. Say someone finds a tape later - a tape of us breaking into Arasaka Tower.
Worry about that if we make it out.
C'mon, we don't have much time!
What's that?!
He attacked me!
Cover you!
Gotta find the mains.
No!
Give me a sec, I'll get it over with.
Cover me.
Let's finish this quick!
We got four in team, headed this way.
Get ready, they're all headed our way.
Not me! I deserve to live!
Five seconds and we're in. Ready?
Take this!
Fire!
Here we go.
- Jory, watch out! - Gotcha!
Solutions, anyone?
Let me try.
Son of a bitch!
Try this.
Now I see why we brought him along.
Three, two, one...
Perfect!
Best step back.
Watch out!
They're taking fire!
It's too late.
I will advise you not to disturb her.
What'd you do to Alt?!
I put her to work on a project of a lifetime.
Get out of my way!
Walt...
Walt, come on! Don't do this!
Is she...
Fuck!
Johnny...
The hell are you doing?! Are you still rolling?!
This is all we can do now, my man. Show people the truth.
She won't change us! She's not...
Johnny!
Stop that! You have to kill him?!
We gotta go.
Johnny! She's dead.
Well, spit it out before you burst.
Thompson, what happened to him?
Dunno. Never worked together again.
Maybe 'cause you whooped his ass to make yourself feel better.
Guy was a vulture, out to use all from the start.
When Arasaka flatlined her...
Man, for him that was sprinkles, with the cherry on top.
Fuck, he would've killed her himself if they hadn't.
Just for his cockroach story.
Never even told me half that about Alt.
Really? Any examples?
I don't know. That you were a couple.
That she wrote Soulkiller.
That she's dead.
How the hell is she supposed to help us now? As a ghost?
She's not dead. Managed to escape.
I saw the body!
Alt fled. Into the net.
You're pushing bullshit.
Heard more than my share of tales about runners who ran off to Never-Never Netland.
Just never thought you'd be the next to tell me one.
Don't need you to believe me, long as you do exactly what I say.
When'd you find out?
When she made contact a little later.
And? What did she say?
That she was a captain in the Arasaka subnet.
But they couldn't hurt her.
And she told me not to come looking for her.
What? Why?
This one time she wanted me to just let it go.
'Cause enough people have died for nothing already.
So... what did you do?
Got my hands on two thermonuclear charges.
Then, headed back to Arasaka Tower.
How do you know Alt's still around?
It's been half a century.
Which you've spent cloistered in Rakoshi.
Netwatch could've hunted her down years ago.
Oh, they tried, believe me.
But their tiny corporate brains can't handle a free A.I. that knows how people think.
Looking for her in the Crystal Palace while she was building the Ghost City for Kang Tao.
And Rogue went with you. Again.
I paid her well.
Said it yourself, she was the best. Had her pick of contracts.
But for some strange-ass reason, she took a job from a rocker with a death wish.
A rocker. Forever getting his ass beat by Arasaka.
Different times, kid.
Back then, marks didn't normally sell out to corpse.
All you had to do was yell "Let's fuck up Arasaka!" and every last one of 'em chiseled their pants.
Rogue included.
Voodoo Boys think they know where she is.
Beyond the black wall.
Where nobody can touch her.
And Brigitte's primed to go there.
Break through.
Just to contact Alt. Talk to her.
Too much for our little pro?
A moment.
Sure felt like more than a moment. Saw a good chunk of Johnny's life. And Alt.
It is possible. Data connected to Alt are linked to a strong memory trace in the construct. Very strong.
These memories must have evoked a powerful emotional response, then projected onto your consciousness.
Emotion, yeah. Plenty of that. Construct, what kind of shapes it in?
Enough data is uncorrupted to convince Alt it is authentic.
What the hell does that mean?
So... did it work?
Yes. We extract the necessary fragment of Silverhand's engram. We are ready now to make contact with Alt.
First, we must dive deeper.
And none have yet returned.
She will be the first.
So... actually... you got no idea what's beyond that thing.
But we will know soon.
In these shapes, I'm seeing it.
Wild, unfettered AI... searching for something.
Before you pass through that wall, I want Johnny's psyche removed.
We will not pass through. You will take the code to the other side.
Might have guessed. Never had any intention of helping you, did you?
It does not matter anymore. You will bring all to its end.
Don't got much for options, do I?
Ah, lady.
How do I get to the other side?
Brigitte?
Ords!
See you later.
You cannot remain there.
Old Cunningham.
What the hell's going on?
They breached our BBSes. We have nothing to do with this.
Networks...
Netwatch cannot touch me here.
It's really you.
What happened out there? Couldn't you just take 'em out?
Netwatch was well-prepared this time.
Gotta be Mosley, the fucker.
What of Brigitte and the Voodoo Boys?
I was forced to purge them. Netwatch was exploiting their BBS.
Purge? You mean they're dead, all of them?
Not actually gonna feel bad for 'em, are you?
Dammit. I brought Netwatch here.
Agent I dealt with must've slipped me a tracker that let 'em right in.
He switched things up on the sly, replacing the Voodoo's virus with his own brand of fraud.
Probably how they got to you.
It matters not. The entire subnet was destroyed.
Alt, you pulled us out of there. That mean you and us... we're okay? Everything's chill?
I have recognized your engram code, but I do not know why you are here.
So you can pay me back for getting you out of our socket tower.
V, this is Alt. Best Netrunner Night City's ever seen.
Alt, this is V. You need to save her life.
The chip... the relic... it's killing me.
Construct on it's worm in it's way through my neural system.
I see this... but why is it my problem?
Why the fuck isn't it? You created Soulkiller.
You handed Arasaka a fuckin' super weapon that dismantled me, you, and half the runners in Night City.
Your death was of your own making.
Jesus, Alt, I dove in after you.
Gonna tell me now this ain't your problem?
It is not. The Alt Cunningham you strove to save in Arasaka Tower no longer exists.
This should be obvious to you, as you were responsible for her death.
Your death wasn't Johnny's fault.
How could you know?
Seen you in his memories... it was an accident.
What you saw was his subjective view of what happened...
a warped account of events he locked away in his subconscious and replayed time and again.
It bears no resemblance to the truth.
If you're not Alt, who are you?
I use her engrammatic data.
Really? You find this icy bitch aspect in there too?
Mind unloading this baggage later?
Wasn't sure what to expect from a meeting with an AI, but sure wasn't a digital spat.
How's that help me exactly?
Well, it didn't make it any worse.
Okay, I get it, you hate Johnny's guts, but what about me?
I cannot help you.
Can't or won't?
Can't. To attempt to do so, I would need access to more advanced technology.
It's your tech you created, Soulkiller.
The program I created has little in common with how Arasaka has since repurposed it.
Fine, so how about Makoshi? That advanced enough for you?
If I could gain access to Makoshi, it would cease to exist.
Good, we can work with that. We'll get you inside Makoshi and you'll help V, deal?
Best runner night city's ever seen can't bust into Makoshi on her own?
I am a well-known threat there. They have a layer of black ice with my name on it. Literally.
Kinda like a custom-made prison jumpsuit.
I refuse to be caged in there ever again.
What can you do for me, exactly?
With the Soulkiller resident inside Makoshi, I will create a construct of you, then disentangle your neural network from Johnny's.
I shall then inject your engram back into your mortal form.
So you'll save my life but flatline me along the way.
Your consciousness - neural engrams - will be recorded as data. The rest will cease to exist.
The rest?
The soul. I did not grant the program its name, but Soulkiller does precisely what it promises to do.
Christ, I don't want to listen to this bullshit. V just hops back into her body, right? Nothing changes.
Everything changes. You know this well.
Great, so we got a plan.
But how will you reach Makoshi? I've created armies that fail to reach it.
They were children of the Net. There's your problem. We're banking on the human factor.
We'll crack a window and slip you into Makoshi.
Johnny embellishes in case you hadn't noticed. You don't trust him, which is fine.
But you have my word we'll slip you inside Mikoshi while keeping you out of harm's way.
I believe this human factor and I have things in common.
So... we agreed?
Yes, we are agreed. Find a path into Mikoshi. I shall prepare a program to help you navigate the local net.
How will I contact you once I'm ready?
This is a BBS address. It will be our secure communication channel.
Alt... before you leave... we gotta talk... just you and me.
No... that will not be possible.
[music]
[grunting]
Couldn't think of a more fitting end. Runner fucks had it coming.
As much as it tickles me too we gotta delta.
Right, still got Mr. Crumps left.
Hey, it's out there!
But if you don't do it now, you'll never be able to do it again in the future.
If you don't do it now, you'll never be able to do it again in the future.
Let's go!
I'm gonna get you!
You're gonna pay for this!
Fuck those cunts!
Fuck you too!
Whatever you gotta say, say it. Got something in your code, that's clear.
Been trying to learn how you're wired this whole time. To know who I'm dealing with.
Thought you were just unlucky at first, but I kept watching and finally realized what your problem is.
You're a dirt girl from Haywood who found the guts to walk a few extra blocks from home.
But turned out the best you can do is chase gaps for ends.
Let's cut this juvenile bullshit.
I'm just trying to help you.
I neither want nor do I need your help.
Just go. I've had enough of you.
Ah, shit!
Crap! They found me!
Hey, Judy. What's up?
Hey. Can you come over to Stat?
Something happen?
Yeah. Just come.
In the bathroom!
Oh, fuck.
Bird off's herself to express her undying gratitude to you for saving her ass.
Stop talking! I was only gone an hour.
You checked your pulse?
She's gone.
How did this happen?
I don't know.
Told you.
Evie was lying in bed like always.
When I went out and I got back to...
Fuck.
If I'd just known, I'd...
Don't blame yourself. Won't solve anything.
I should've sensed something. That it was off.
Stop. Couldn't watch her 24/7.
She'd made up her mind. Would've found a way.
Always.
Gotta do something with her.
Don't want any trouble. I'm calling the badges.
Can you carry her to the bed?
As if that'll change anything.
Not sure we should move her before the badges get here.
She's just another dead whore to them.
Nobody'll care.
Least we could do is treat her with some dignity.
Yeah, I need to report an accidental death.
North side, Jackson Street.
No. No imminent danger.
Suicide.
Jamal! No! Today!
What part of "dead" don't you understand?!
No, she was not pronounced dead by trauma team.
If she'd have had coverage, we wouldn't be talking.
Fuck you!
If you don't wanna move your asses, why don't I come down to the precinct and trash it into bits?!
Now will you come and arrest me, you pussies?!
Fine! I don't give a fuck what you write me up for!
They'll be here soon.
You told me to keep her on ice until tomorrow.
Can you believe the balls?
All things considered, you let 'em off pretty light.
Had it been me, they'd have gotten in your full like nobody's biz.
And put something on her.
I'd rather she look like a person than a body.
Could you wait outside?
Close the door, V.
Please.
Got my cig?
Didn't know you smoked.
Quit. It's been years.
But, right now I need something besides air in my lungs.
Please, V, just one.
Fine. Here.
That was her smoke case.
She smoked some strange boutique brand.
That's heavy.
Whenever she pulled on a new face, it was down to the details.
Lot of people know the real Evelyn? Who she really was?
No. Nobody.
Fuck, Evvy.
I let her down.
I thought if I gave her some space or time, she'd get back on her feet.
Stay strong, Judy. Don't let this tear you down.
Know what? Let's just not say anything for a minute, okay?
Remember Fingers? How he said Evvy was with him for four days?
Uh-huh. Did say so.
She disappeared from clouds a week before you turned up. Tom told me later.
Couldn't sleep at night knowing that.
Kept thinking, "What the hell happened to those other three days?"
So... I did some more digging in her virtues.
Found Woodman. He kept her. And had his way with her.
The things he did...
And once he got bored, he pawned her off.
Wait, so you found other recordings?
Had another look... at the corrupted ones.
You know, lots of static. Hard to pick up anything, really.
At some point, I... stumbled on something like an echo of the spat we'd had...
last time we saw each other. But I know she wasn't scrolling.
Why was it saved as a virtue?
Got no explanation for it. Maybe... she recalled it later, relived it, almost...
implant could've been on when... you know...
as a defense mechanism...
escaping into the past so as not to live in the present.
What did Woodman do to her? Did you see it?
Yeah. And I really wish I could unsee it.
I had no idea that guy was such a monster. Saw him as your average Trixie Sleazebag.
It puts on a convincing facade. I knew him, but I never thought him that sick in the brain.
Gotta be something I can do about it.
Like what?
Don't know yet. Think I'll call Suze.
Thanks, V. Sorry. But, uh, I'd rather be alone now. Promise to keep in touch.
You sure you don't need anything?
No, but sweet of you to ask.
Anything comes up, holler on the hollow.
It is good to see you, V.
Seems pretty, uh... secluded here.
It is appropriate for such a secret meeting.
What the hell happened?
Looked close to awful.
You see a man robbed of his implants, money and dignity. Look well.
It is not all bad. I am mostly unnoticed in the streets.
Friend you mentioned here?
Oda? He should be here any moment now.
Willing finally to give me this back on him?
He's Hanako-sama's bodyguard.
Hanako Arasaka's? From the carrier at anchor in the bay?
Saburo's daughter!
Yes. And if he believes you, we'll next meet with her.
Sure you can trust him?
Yes.
Convincing... very.
I have nothing to lose. Is that better?
Worse? 'Cause I got plenty... to lose.
By God, huh? A good sign. He is usually camouflaged.
Takemura-san...
Oda...
Is this her?
You thief...
She's my witness...beam.
Can speak for myself, you know.
So speak.
I have been told you know things.
Was there?
So it happened...
Your Inobu strangled the old guy...
Silence!
Not one word more...
You will bring death to your door.
But it is the truth.
Hanako-sama must hear it.
My one concern is to keep her safe...
in this city forgotten by the gods.
Is she in danger?
Now? No.
Yet during the parade to honor Arasaka-sama...
Most certainly.
I bring you this witness to his murder...
and you dare to worry about a silly parade?!
Fool!
Correct.
Unlike you...
I have not yet failed to keep my oath to do my duty.
But you can't ignore the truth!
The only thing I regret...
is that I came here to meet you.
There is a price on your head.
I do you a favor now...
by not cutting it off and taking it straight to your Inobu-sama.
Sorry, but...this gonna take much longer?
What would you do now?
Were you in my place?
I do no favors.
I would deliver your head to your Inobu-sama.
Consider yourself lucky...
that I am not you.
Oda, not like we're asking for a whole lot here. Just one... brief meeting.
Hanako should decide if what we say is true. You can't decide for her. Will you help?
I will not. But I will let you leave this place... this city... unharmed.
If I see either of you again, I will not be so lenient.
Be very careful, my friend. We are all so far from home.
Good fuckin' riddance. One Arasaka whack job is already plenty.
Fine friend there. Got any more?
Alas, only him.
Well... can't say we didn't try.
We tried, yes... and obtained something useful.
Hmm... how do you figure that?
What Oda said... they return to Tokyo after the parade.
Do you not see? That parade... it is our chance, perhaps...
If... somehow... we can get to Hanako-sama... we must do a proper reconnaissance first.
We'll need a precise map of Japan town.
Hold on!
It is your turn to call on friends. Do you know a fixer who could help?
H-hang on... not so fast!
Make it sound as easy as hacking a schism!
But you said yourself, Hanako's got the tightest security in All Night City.
Correct. That is why I wish for you to contact us with a local fixer.
I know just the fixer name - Okako Okada. Runs a pachinko parlor on Jijik Street.
We must pay this woman a visit.
Will you join me?
Sure, why not?
J.J. Street. What is this name?
Just a night city name.
Beware. You mock me. Too often.
You alright, Goral?
Yes. Why the sudden concern?
Uh, just asking. Does everything with you have to have an ulterior motive?
I apologize. That came off wrong. I... am... I am simply not used to such questions.
People like me... either we are doing well, or we are in a grave.
Any idea what's going on at Arasaka?
Only what I can surmise from what I see on TV.
Yorinobu and his puppets grin at the cameras and insist that everything is under control.
But the wider the smile, the bigger the lies.
Rogue, my sweet. This has got to be a misunderstanding. I've no idea who jumped your team, but the Claws? No, never. My boys know their place. I-I'm sorry, got to go. I have...guests.
Vee, so nice to see you. And your charming friend is...
Happen to be working together, that's all.
Takemura Goroh desu. Okada-san, owaidekite kouhei desu.
Ah, a true gentleman. Ah, shame only, that he's being hunted by all Arasaka's tin soldiers. And you, Vee, bring him to my door. Gimme one reason why I shouldn't notify the proper authorities right away.
Would've already made the call if you intended to.
Simple. You're curious to see what we got.
So tell me, and mark well I still have my phone at hand.
Need intel on the parade that's scheduled to come through Japantown.
So it's Arasaka... again.
What I fail to understand is... why come to me? Did Mr. Deshon not come to the phone?
Arasaka, Tigerclaws... kinda like the family dog screwin' the cat, hm? Can't possibly be fond of the people who killed your grandkid.
That was very long ago.
Time's the best healer. Wound like that, though...
A wound like that, no.
Everything's on the shards.
How much does this cost? My pockets... are empty.
Clearly. My gift to you, it's free.
Okada-san, what is free often proves most costly.
Gonna take them or not?
For free. You sure?
Got my reasons. But patience, I got none.
Japan Town. Whole district is to be sealed off for the parade.
Dashi platforms, the main attraction. They'll fly this way, high above street level.
Along the parade route, balconies, footbridges and vantage points affording good views.
Hanako Arasaka, a guest of honor, will deliver her speech from the largest float.
She'll do this exactly... here.
Got no idea about security, but given recent... events... expect it to be tight.
Our last parade, Arasaka undercovers infiltrated the crowd.
Not to mention a smattering of sharpshooters, drones...
And if that's not enough fun for one day, a netrunner... one at least.
They use the city cctv to observe everything.
Main access point... here. It's an old automated control center.
If you ask me, most useful by far.
At the end, the floats'll float out of Japan Town...
And we'll be left with trash up to our elbows that no one will collect.
That's it. It's all I have.
It must be enough.
Then go. Be on your way.
Not at all curious what we're going to all this trouble for.
Blissful ignorance has served me well.
In any case, I'll find out soon, won't I?
Thanks, Okako.
We appreciate this, Okada-san.
A delightful, mature woman.
This information, it could be just what we need.
But I will try to investigate further.
I will stay here some time and call some associates.
The moment I learn something new, I will let you know.
Stay safe, Coral.
You as well. Until next time.
Hey, Judy. How you feeling?
Shitty, but something came to me.
Gotta give yourself time to breathe, Judy. Experience all its stages. Feel 'em. Let 'em play out. Shock, anger, depression...
I'd say I'm on anger. Gonna stay here for a while, too. I can work with anger.
So what did you come up with?
The mocks died. Lizzy's bar used to be a joyhouse. Tiger Claws killed one girl too many, so people took matters into their own hands. Belongs to us now.
If clouds could stand to get the same makeover...
I'm familiar with the story. Things did not go that smoothly.
I didn't say they did. Didn't say they would. But every thought clouds would be safe. You saw how far that got. How she ended. V, I can't stand by and let things go on like this.
Sure you've thought this through, Judy? Carefully?
Haven't thought it through at all. All I know is the mocks didn't turn things around by sitting on their tans and toned asses doing nothing.
Got the mocks to agree to take over clouds?
No, I'm trying to get you. Know someone in clouds and take our side. Will you help?
Fine. Got me on board.
Ooh, yes! Glad you did.
Okay, so... what's the plan?
First up, we gotta talk to Michael Maeda. If she's not with us, might as well throw our hands up in the air.
Michael Maeda? Who is she, exactly?
Girl who unofficially runs CLOUDS. Good at it, too.
What's she do officially?
She's a doll, so she's a nobody.
Sure Michael's gonna wanna join forces?
If I was sure, I'd be on the hollow to her and we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Any chance she'll slap us around, then shove us out her mega-tower window?
Course, sure.
Guess I can work with that.
How well do you know this, Michael?
Too well.
When are we doing this?
Early morning. CLOUDS will be closed. Hardly a soul lurking at that time.
How early?
Before eight. I'll be by the entrance.
No, scratch that - the balcony above CLOUDS.
We'll sneak in - no one needs to know we're there.
On the balcony. Got it.
B, the information from Okada-san - very valuable.
I also learned something through my own efforts.
We must meet.
Where will it be this time - trash processing plant, deserted in-cart station?
In the south of Japantown, there is a street market.
It is on a footbridge above the main street.
Use the elevators - it is easy to get lost.
I am on my way there - do not make me wait.
I do not understand - does Arasaka not have enough of its own people?
Look around, sir - things are heating up in the city.
Zoot's no one sparks - all it takes for Japantown to go up in flames.
Riots are always best put down by folks not supporting your brand name.
Ah, you are here.
Why? What are we doing here?
You shall learn soon.
I acquired some information of my own.
Do you know who most wished to honor Arasaka-sama with the parade?
His murderer. The irony makes me sick.
What's in it for Yorinobu?
Doesn't seem like the kind who'd care to honor tradition.
That is so. Japanese heritage is one element.
Yorinobu will also put on a display of power.
The floats are sure to be beautiful,
but the wise and I will see in them a hidden message to his foes.
What message that be?
I am here, gumindomo. Watch your backs.
No one for subtlety, is he?
Still don't see how this gets us anywhere.
I have had an idea. Look to the sky.
The dash floats will pass precisely this way.
If I could just get onto Hanako-sama's float,
I could speak with her in private.
Get their help?
Why, jump! Of course.
Expectation's way too high, Goro.
Couldn't pull that off even if you had your fancy implants.
I have thought of a solution.
While you are occupied with your shady dealings,
I learned more about the floats.
They are all kept in one place - Arasaka Industrial Park.
It is there that they prepare them.
We need only to break into the compound, find the right float and inject a virus into its system.
You will then be able to disable any security before I sneak inside.
Lots of ways to scan this particular cat, you know. Gonna need -
I know what you need. It is taken care of. I have an infected shard.
It was not cheap, but the man who sold it to me guaranteed it will work.
Where'd you get this shard?
Across the canal.
Kabuki. Might actually be half-decent soft, then. And if it isn't - got a few tricks up my sleeve, too.
This is good to know.
Remember to take and remove certified and non- antibiotic.
Let us move on.
To take control of the float is one thing, but not all.
The security concerns me, the snipers especially.
I will be an easy target.
But I may have an answer.
Okada-san mentioned the city camera.
If we gain access to them, we will see exactly where the snipers are.
You can deal with them as I advance.
Sounds like a plan.
You agree just like that?
- The risks are considerable. - Yeah, well...
Getting more and more used to that.
And now, what would you say to a small test?
We must try the shot.
The camera control room is in front of us.
You must get inside and infect the network.
- That is all. - Uh-huh.
And in the meantime you'll do what?
Crack open a can of suds?
I will not touch alcohol.
At work, I will watch your back.
Now, get to it.
It fucking worked!
And?
Done. System's ours.
The shard works. Good.
The easy work we have done.
To break into Arasaka Industrial Park will not be such a bed of roses.
But before we discuss that...
Sit. I have not eaten since yesterday.
Give me the best on the menu.
I highly recommend the yakitori today.
Anything that isn't local, please.
See you tomorrow.
Can't believe I'm saying this, but this Sokka scum might actually prove useful.
He's a well-trained dog. Needs orders, that's all.
And when he outlives his purpose, we'll flatline him.
Bridge we might cross, but only might. We'll see.
Glad we're on the same page.
You never know what a dog's thinking. Might be the same thing.
What is this?!
Heh! Yakitori.
OK, I have laid the plan.
One, we break into Arasaka Industrial Park.
One and a half, we hack Hanako-sama's float.
Two, during the parade, with my help, you eliminate any snipers.
Three, I get onto the float.
Four, I convince Hanako-sama of the truth.
This your elaborate seppuku ritual?!
What?! Why?!
Far as I can see, you're trying to get us killed.
Really like to know why.
The risks are substantial, yes.
But we have no choice.
Hanako-sama is our only chance.
You have nothing to lose, as I do.
I see it in your eyes.
Now, we part.
Reconnaissance is required.
- What are you doing? - You're a stranger in a strange land.
Going with you.
Hmm, true.
And you with your hands, skills, mind of a thief.
Agreed.
This we will do together.
Good! Louder! Louder!
I have decided to double the amount of our active Night City security forces.
President Myers has closed this breach in the army of court.
He eliminated the last obstacle between himself and complete power.
And I surrendered it to him.
Tell me then, what do we call the murder of my father?
Was that not a provocation?
Was that not a...
Arasaka... An empire built to last...
Before Yorinobu set fire to it from the inside...
All of this began with him...
The factions... Power struggles...
All of this...
Damn it!
Where's Yorinobu's rebellious streak come from?
No one knows this. Perhaps soon I shall ask him... in person.
Got factions inside Arasaka? What are they?
There are three - Kiji, Hato and Taka.
Kiji longs for stability.
The old order - they are united behind Hanako- saba.
The liberal wing - Hato - support Michiko-sama.
Saburo's granddaughter - I know a little about her.
And then there is Taka - frivolous dogs - who support Yorinobu.
Not to mention even smaller factions.
Tell me about him some other time.
Why'd Saburo tolerate it all? Can't get my head around it.
Could've kept his son on a short leash.
Arasaka-sama was a strong and disciplined man - the strongest man I have ever known.
And yet... at the critical moment... he showed a weakness.
For Yorinobu?
For his daughter.
When Yorinobu found his band of hounds declared war on his own family...
Arasaka-sama could have crushed him with one word.
Yet he did not.
For he did not wish his daughter to suffer.
When Yorinobu returned - his tail between his legs...
She persuaded her father to give him a second chance.
Do you understand?
Hanako-sama saved Yorinobu from the consequences of his deeds.
Yes.
It feels like that's about to change.
As long as we get Hanako to believe our version of events, conscience could also come into play.
Assuming she's got one.
We must reach her first.
Will you join me?
Sure, why not?
Let us go from here.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Please come again!
So das fantastisch!
Come! I have found a good place to observe.
Fortune smiles to us. It seems no one is here today.
It seems no one is here today. It seems no one is here today.
I would call this a beautiful view of the city, if...
If?
If there was anything to admire.
Hate Night City that much?
Perhaps I am simply homesick, as you say.
Now you must look for vulnerabilities, weaknesses, while I try to think of a diversion.
Arasaka cannot discover our intentions.
A bit of sabotage is just what we need to divert their attention.
You will have the best view on the left.
I will try here. This old scope should be good for something.
Shall we begin?
Oh, can you run and grab us a pizza?
Take out food?
No. Just no.
If I had time and ingredients, I would prepare some onigiri with cod.
Or with grilled salmon.
No, even better.
With umeboshi plums.
Arasaka-sama's favorite appetizer.
Simple, tasty and filling.
I found him chewing once, pride on his face.
It was a protein bar.
Tsuburo Arasaka with a protein bar.
Get out of here.
Like a true soldier.
Okay, enough. Or we'll both grow hungry.
Let's do this.
Armored door. Sealed tight.
Looks like a service tunnel by the road there.
It could lead to the warehouses.
Antenna... Security hub's liable to be in that building.
Perfect for sabotage.
Pipes... See 'em?
We could use them to get inside.
Footbridge... But it's guarded.
We will use it to enter if there's no other way.
This is not bad.
Transformer by the wall... See it?
We should use it to step up.
Camouflage turrets by the gate.
A last resort. I do not wish to die there.
Got eyes on the comms system. Lot of guards.
I could use comms for a diversion.
Think I've seen everything.
We have what we came for.
So, we going in?
Is this what you said before entering Konpiki Plaza?
I wish to be certain we have not overlooked anything.
We should wait and observe.
If nothing out of the ordinary happens, then yes, we going in.
Sounds sensible. Better get comfy.
What?
No sudden movements. Do you see it?
Not yet.
Fine-looking feline. Thought they'd all disappeared from the city.
It is the first animal I see in Night City. Except cockroaches, of course.
First it was birds... then dogs. Cats actually put up a fight longest.
Perhaps it is a "bakeneko"?
A "bakeneko"? What's that?
It is a cat's spirit. It brings misfortune... can restore the dead back to life.
Believe in ghosts?
The relic lets you talk to the dead, does it not? I believe we are past belief.
My grandmother knew many, many stories about "kitsune", "kappa", "bakeneko" too.
This home?
A foolish question.
I am from the slums of Chiba Eleven. Once, when I was desperate to leave there, I...
Ah... bad memories washed away by time. I long only for the simple days of childhood.
Childhood memories... let's see... hopping buildings, running away from badges, iron taste of blood from a split lip...
I remember the chemical stench of the canal, where we boys washed our shirts.
Corporate transporters sometimes passed through our slum, Arasaka selecting children, but only the clean ones.
"Transporters", you say?
Armored and armed, Chiba Eleven had the most murders in all of Japan. It probably still has.
Would they need kit?
To be corporate soldiers, when they chose me, I felt I had won the lottery.
In the army, I was given everything I lacked before - discipline, regular meals - and when I proved I was gifted, an education.
So how's a corporal rookie go from cleaning latrines to being Saburo Arasaka's bodyguard?
The highest grades at the academy, service in the special forces, and Arasaka-sama's unmatched eye for talent.
You're not saying Saburo fell for you at first sight.
To make the right decisions with imperfect knowledge - that is how you become the world's most powerful man.
One hundred candidates standing at attention - and Arasaka-sama looked into each of our souls and chose the one who would serve him best.
And all you had to do in return was kill Saburo's enemies.
I sense that you judge me - and yet you have no right to - unlike you and your friend, Mr. Wells.
I was not arrogant - I did not take the easy path.
Saying you got no dirt on your hands?
There are no clean hands - but it is important how they become dirty.
It's a spell - I just sullied yours.
Arasaka gave me what no one else could - values I could honor, live for - this was most important.
You dirty your hands for money - I - in the name of principles.
Slimming away for a corp - not exactly everybody's dream.
Oh yes - because thieving is so much more honorable.
Least I'm not fleecing this planet and it's people in the name of profit margins.
Corporations need capital and resources to keep all in order - who else is to rule?
Corrupt governments - democracies - attached to feeders?
Cynics - nihilists - like you?
Come on - not everybody wants to change the world.
Sadly - this is true.
You already forget what happened at Tom's Diner?
People hate corps more than anything - can't blame 'em either.
Got some regrets - but clepping for Arasaka ain't one of 'em.
Sometimes I wish to become a nomad - to leave this world - forget everything.
Never too late to change.
What is your expression? One cannot teach an old dog new tricks.
Do you know what I think?
What's that?
That day in Konpeki, we both have lost someone important.
And we are not at peace with this.
So we seek conflict, argue eagerly.
Finally starting to make some sense.
It is the duty of the living to adorn for the dead.
Hanako-sama shall aid us in our mission.
Or she'll make sure we die for good.
Bakuneko got sick of us, looks like.
It will find its own way.
As will we.
I think it is time to do something.
Ugh, getting worse.
You do not look so bad.
I'll be in touch.
The diversionary action, that is mine.
I'm sorry, but I can't help you.
Amen.
Good. Now try to enter the warehouse. I will draw their attention away.
I will draw their attention away.
Okay, I'm in.
Find the largest float. They are controlled from inside.
The tech - it could be an ordinary terminal.
Gotcha. How's things at your end?
Good. I will reach the control room and make a terrible mess.
Very well. I am ready.
When you finish, I will make the system sick.
Thank you for watching.
I'm under attack!
Great. Floats hours to do it, ask me please. I could fly to Tokyo if you want.
Haha, I just may do that. Good work. Now it is my turn.
Can you see? Terrible chaos - even the roof is slowing.
V, that roof - that is your will!
There are buildings around - smaller ones. Use them to come down.
V, you must hurry! I'm aware of the game we approach!
Drop your weapon! Drop it now!
You can do it!
Clever club!
It fucking works!
Excellent work, Bea.
Okay, what now?
Now we retreat into the shadows and arm ourselves with patience.
I will contact you before the parade.
Until then, try not to get into any more trouble.
As if I wasn't in enough already.
Hey, V. Thanks for showing.
Talking with Maiko is like a game of 3D chess. Don't let her derail you.
Some deets about her could be useful...
When I talk to her, don't you think?
No. Leave the talking to me.
How do you aim to get her over to our side?
By telling the truth... about Evan... what happened and why.
Think that'll cut it?
No. Have to improvise from there.
You seem a bundle of nerves.
I've a mind to kill the bastards with my bare hands.
So yeah... you could say I'm a teensy bit nervous.
I'm ready. Let's go.
Hold on... I'll open it.
[Glug glug]
Looks like you've come this way before. More than once.
I have. On occasion. Easy as pie, yeah?
Follow me.
Judy Alvarez!
I'd say it's great to see you, but I've never been one to lie.
Also, I never like surprise parties, but you know...
Yup, bet I even know why.
Thought you'd hit rock bottom when you joined the Mocs.
Guess you've managed to stoop even lower now...
Consorting with a common thug.
Yes, V! I mean you!
Sounds like I left a mark on this place.
Good.
If by "mark" you mean "buckets of blood", then yeah, congrats.
Came to Clouds for info.
Left with info.
What happened in between is what happens when people refuse to work with you.
Ever heard of a little something called "compromise"?
Should try it sometime.
Compromises take time I just don't have.
Just what exactly are you after?
Gonna go and harass another doll?
Judy has a proposal... about Clouds.
Wanna come back? Done!
Always valued your skills, you know that.
Just don't get why you had to drag this... loose end in here.
Stop treating dolls like meat and I'll consider it.
But first things first...
Clouds needs to be taken from the Tiger Claws.
Okay, look...
It's clear what happened to Ev was... traumatic.
Huh? I was convinced you didn't know!
That girl was asking for an unhappy ending...
and I was just surprised it took so long.
We gotta do somethin'! Or everyone'll end up like Evvy!
Woodman raped her while she was unconscious...
then sold her like she was so much scram!
Yeesh, you've always been unstable.
Okay...
Since you seem more reasonable, care to explain what this is about?
Judy's idea? Think about it. Could work.
Well, well, Jude. See you've found a true and loyal fan.
You aware what Woodman did to Evelyn when she was desperate for help? You sit by, let that happen?
Tiger Claw bosses rule this place. Know how much I mean to them?
About as much as you two and your problems mean to me. Read, negligible.
Does it make you wonder why you even work here?
Gonna pretend as if you two weren't ever here. For old times' sake, Judy.
Literally moments from now, security's gonna figure out you're here.
Got two options - go out the way you came in, or get thrown out.
And that's not a threat or figure of speech - just a friendly heads up.
Had enough? I'm leaving.
Smart move. And so you don't think I'm brushing you off completely...
Forrest will be on the maintenance level in a couple minutes.
Alone?
You picked the wrong side, Maiko.
I'll be the judge of that.
That went... smoothly.
He totally blew us off!
Probably needs some time to think.
Couple days, tops.
Yeah, you might be right. I'll call her tomorrow.
Hmph.
I know. Right there with you, I...
Well, you used to have a big crush on her.
Took me a long time to realize who she really was.
But still...
Honest or crooked, we need her.
Just think, coulda gone diving this morning.
Little unwindin' do you good.
Forget why we're here?
Wait a sec. What about Woodman?
Well, what do you wanna do?
I want somebody to unload lead into his face 'til there is no face. Somebody.
Fine. Want you to do it.
You sure he's gonna be there?
You bet, Michael. If that prick still works here, it's 'cause he follows her orders pretty damn precisely.
Don't have an ounce of sympathy for that motherfucker.
So, we goin' there?
Damn straight. Let's end him.
We'll take the elevator. Quickest way. Maintenance level.
The district formally designed as an oasis of luxury has become a death trap for millions of Europeans.
You know what's worse than a corpo? A wannabe corpo bitch.
You mean Michael.
Piece of work, that one. But I'll give her credit. She's dead on about your chances of pullin' us off.
The city government has only considered selling the land for a single euro a month in a symbolic gesture. Provided that...
Fuck you two, don't you?
Where's Michael? What you fuckin' call me here?
Evelyn's dead.
Come here just to tell me that.
Ain't fuckin' kind of you to remember.
Here, go light a candle.
When Evelyn needed help, you raped her.
Could've also broken her neck.
Hung up her head like a chandelier 'til it started to rot.
Instead, I took her to a ripper.
You must do a little somethin' in return.
'Cause you should be grateful.
And so should you.
Hmph. Here's my token of gratitude.
Careful, they heard somethin'.
Hyah!
All right, let's uh... let's get out of here, B.
I thought I'd... feel more... and be satisfied.
Punched the ground floor... to get out of this place.
Almost felt like the world would be... a better place... once he died.
And the feeling... it was so fuckin' strong.
You know... revenge isn't ever really worth it.
People want to believe it'll be the miracle pill for their grief, but...
that's not how it works.
Come on, what's the matter? What's going on?
Gotta get back to Maiko with something big.
Appealing to her sense of justice wasn't big enough?
Maiko only works with specifics.
For a minute there... thought you were about to call it quits.
B... I go for days tuning virtues in a basement.
Know what the chances are of somebody blowing my head off down there?
Minuscule.
Same as Maiko's empathy.
Unlike you... I don't put myself out there.
But this ain't over... not yet.
So... when now?
Gotta think. We need more bodies, that's for sure.
I'm gonna talk to the dolls.
I'll call you when I've got something.
See you later, V.
And thanks.
Super India!
Know it! I lost everything!
Let me be plain... again!
Solve your own problems, clean up your own shit!
You know what, Rogue? Go fuck yourself!
Be careful who you bargain with.
Rogue, wanted to talk.
It's okay.
Not here, not there.
Who are you?
Name's Vi.
And what is it you want, Vi?
All these years, it's really her.
Fucking rogue, just kicking it back on a couch in the afternoon.
Don't mess with her, she's got MRI's, see right through you.
Give her the truth.
Hey girl, what was her grade?
Why don't you ask her? Might still be around, sniveling in a corner.
Need your services. Gotta track a guy down.
Mm-hmm.
Anders Hellman. Hotshot engineer, worked for Arasaka.
Millisec.
Anders Hellman. Pinpoint him for me?
Thanks. Jump in too soon.
First, my help's got a price.
Second and third...
Dexter Deshawn. Jackie Wells.
T.V.
Multiple bells ringing, Vi.
Left a lot of bodies behind.
Death walks in the wake.
Chalk that up to bad luck?
There's the bitch I know.
Ask her about Sakatawa.
How they shot me up right in front of her.
Wanna go through a little bit?
Really? Fine.
Johnny Silverhand.
Zeroed inside Arasaka Tower.
Before your very eyes.
Got more if you want?
Or we could just talk?
Got nads on you, girl.
Don't like that on every woman, but they seem to suit you.
Anyways...
Feelings be damned, I've always said.
This is pure biz.
You need my help, so get those eddies ready.
Mm-hmm. See?
Uh-huh. And if I don't have the scratch, it's "fuck off and have a nice day."
No, more like "come back when you do." Them's the brakes.
Mm-hmm. Then, see ya... soon.
You know where to find me.
V? You're V, right? You find the databank?
Someone's back in tip-top shape. Trauma must've put you back together in no time.
Yep. Good as new. Still, if not for you, wouldn't have been anything left to put back together.
Never got the chance to thank you properly. Wasn't there someone else with you? Big... guy? Whenever you get a chance, tell him I said thanks.
Who's the shrinking man?!
Uh, Jackie's, um...
Is it you?!
Sure. I'll pass it on. Knowing Jackie, though, he'd probably take that as his cue to ask for your number and call you up for a date. But that'll never happen, because he...
Jackie, um...
Come out! I wanna wanna talk!
No, I'm... sure you gotta lie to me, Blake.
Is... everything okay?
Sure. Yeah, of course.
So... did you find my databank?
Yeah, right to the chase, huh? Well, you'll never guess where I found it - a scav hunt.
Sandra, you there?
Yeah... it's just that... well, ever since they told me what happened, I just can't stop seeing them. I figured they musta had it... but, you know, it's not like I was gonna go lookin' for it myself, after... I keep telling myself it's over - the ones who took me are gone.
Listen - you've got Trauma Team Platinum - you couldn't be in better hands. I'm sure they already fixed the Sig Jammer exploit.
True - but who knows what the Scavs will cook up next time? Anyway - that's all in the past now - got bigger fish to fry.
You wanna talk about it?
It's nothing - just bring the databank to my apartment - sending you the address now.
Thanks.
Sandra! It's me, V! Got your databank!
Sandra! You in there?!
Are you alone? Did anyone follow you?
What does it look like?!
Come on! Don't, like, leave the door open!
Still worried about the scavs?
My, uh, friend told me your memory'd be scraped clean.
The scavengers? No, I'm worried about...
N-no, it doesn't matter. You bring the databank?
If it's not the scavs you're worried about, then who?
Look, I didn't pay you to come here and ask me personal questions!
Hey, you mentioned it! Besides, I saved your life - that isn't worth anything.
It was worth whatever you got paid. Don't pretend I wasn't just another small-time job for you.
Now... did you bring the databank?
Here. Don't worry, it's completely intact.
When someone tells me not to worry, it usually means they're hiding something.
You wouldn't happen to have seen what's inside, would you?
I'm a professional. I have a reputation to uphold.
Hm. Good. Then here you go - for your professionalism.
I threw in a little extra for minding your own data.
Thanks. Be seeing you.
Hey Rogue, you got the scratch?
Got the cred for the Hellman job.
Fine.
Anders Hellman, flick me the deeds.
Two, please.
Make some room.
Sit down.
Hope you found him.
Don't see that often. Determination like yours.
Must really need this guy.
Matter of life and death.
Haven't heard that for a while either.
Bottle stays.
Go ahead. Enjoy.
To your health.
To yours, kid. Gonna need it.
Need it.
Thanks, Nix.
Queen of the afterlife. Who would've thunk?
Got a shard for you. Intel. Interesting stuff.
Need your help?
The Rogue I remember was one cold-ass bitch.
But she usually went with her gut.
Something tells me she thinks you'd check out.
Let's see what you got.
Your helmet's not on any payroll - not officially, anyway - but he does pop up in Chianti's confidential stacks.
It's a Kang Tao subsidiary - Chinese corp. Kang Tao's been using them as a fig leaf for years - they're masked for more sensitive operations. All that clear?
Probably keeping 'em hidden from Arasaka...
Must've worked on a top-secret project.
Mm-hmm - hidden from Arasaka or any other megacorp that wants what he knows.
Decrypted map of upcoming Kang Tao convoy routes.
Think Hellman might be in one of 'em? Thing is, which one?
Take a look at the specs on this one - a lone AV, no ground support, no linked cargo manifests either.
Weird.
Sure, Kang Tao sometimes transports stuff unregistered - if they wanna push it under the table - but...
Catch the load on this AV - already approved in the system, but too low, so definitely no cargo on board.
Huh.
But... there's a passenger list - Kang Tao security detail plus one VIP - transfer from Chianti.
Our boy Hellman.
That was the good news.
There it is.
Data's all confidential - you just snap your fingers and it falls in your lap.
I know where to look - and I know whose head to put in a vice.
Also - hate wasting time - especially answering stupid questions.
So what's the bad news?
Bad news is the extraction site. Look - Night City airspace - all this.
Mm-hmm. No way to jack the transport without the NCPD picking up on it.
And here - we're too close to Kang Tao. We even give that AV a dirty look - their backup hustle will be on us.
But - right here's Jackson Plains. Narrow corridor - just outside the city - and just out of Kang Tao's reach.
Guess it's your lucky day.
Dead zone - I'll grab him there.
Gonna need a native to the area - someone who'll set up the op - cobble together the gear.
Even trackin' that AV'll be a bitch - familiar with the type - saw legacy models flyin' around durin' the war - they're mammoth, but they're quick - plus, they pack next-gen defenses - can't take potshots at it, not even with serious firepower - this won't work - it's not about firepower - there are ways - and people who know them - or who can at least improvise on a theme - so, a native - know any hick-mercs? - just one - Pan Am Palma -
she can't count on her clan anymore - but she's a true nomad - she knows those lands - and she will help you - you won't have a choice - "won't have a choice" does not sound enticing - not for her, not for me - "enticing" comes at a price you can't possibly afford - can't possibly afford to blow this chance at Nab and Hellman - your operation - your call - got a bad feeling, V - strange - the nomads give the city - and
city folk - a wide berth - varies by clan - by the connections they have - the depth of shit they're in - but you're right - Aldecaldos are rarely willing to do biz with the city - Pan Am's got a different take? - yep - on everything, it seems - why's Pan Am gotta help me? - I sense a catch - pretty big one - occasionally, Pan Am moves merch for me - last job - well, it wasn't a good day for her - did she run into a hitch? - complete bust
- actually - lost the goods and her ride - Pan Am will do anything to get the low back - means her dignity - I know her - OK - guess I can try to help her - but if we don't know where to look - I mean - we do - I do
- you know - but wouldn't tell Pan Am - aim to play cat and mouse with me, too?
- my aim is to know an opportunity when I see one - and then to seize it - say I told her everything - what do you think she'd have done? - grabbed her iron and gone on the war path, that's what - not hard to see how that could've ended - and there's nothing I hate more - than losing good people to plain stupidity
- I'm her only chance and she's my only chance - two pawns on Rogue's board - you're quick - for a pawn - no fee - fine, let me hear what you know - Rocky Ridge - ghost town just outside Night City - Pan Am knows where - you'll go there, get the merch back - wheels, too - naturally - you'll call her first - sending you her deeds
- ah, finally - let's get outta here - all clear - thanks - good luck
This Pan Am? V here.
V who? V where? How did you even get this number?
From Rogue.
Oh, great! Fuck! Where's that old warhorse wanna kick me now?
This thing between you and Rogue couldn't care less. Got a job for you.
Good, but I'm over-excited at the moment.
With the merch in your car? Gettin' 'em back? I can help with that.
The rail freight yard on Benita Street. The one hugging the city line. We'll meet there.
See ya.
Hey. Pan Am?
So you're a V. Where's my car?
Why does it matter? What's wrong with this one?
It's borrowed. It's not mine. I asked where my car is.
Agree to help me, you'll find out.
Oh, fuck no! You will not jerk me around! Tell me where my car is!
Hey, come on. Calm down.
- Don't tell me what to do! - Fine!
Know where to find the cargo and your car. But you go alone, you won't get 'em back.
And you could lose something else besides.
So let's figure something out.
What do you want?
Need to hit a canetail transport. Won't be easy. Wanna know I can count on you.
- Are you out of your goddamn mind? - About you or the job?
Canetails AV route will take it over Jackson Plains? Heard that should help us.
- Yeah, I doubt it. - Gonna be a guy on board. Need to talk to him.
- Fuck. - In return? Info on your cargo? Help in getting back what's yours?
- We got a deal? - I don't know. I...
Shit!
All right, deal.
But if you want your thing done, we'll need to get my Thornton back first.
So where is it?
- Thought this was mostly about the merch. - Fuck the merch!
With that ride, I can take any transport job in town!
Without it, only thing I can move is pizza. Maybe.
Car's in Rocky Ridge. You're supposed to know where that is.
Car's there. Goods are there.
Nash, you dirt-eating bastard! I will strangle you!
Nash the Choom of yours? He hang you out to dry?
Do not call him that!
Fine. Partner. Former. If ever.
The ship tricked me. Straightened up my truck out of merch.
Probably now aims to sell it off in Rocky Ridge.
Is he ever going to be fucking disappointed?
Rocky Ridge. Let's go.
Hang on. I... I should think this through.
Fuck. Yes. We'll need backup.
We have one brief stop to make on the way.
Wanna tell me where?
Give me a second. I should call the client. Convince them to leave the bastard hanging.
Going ahead with the deal behind Rogue's back. Brave, I guess.
Or fucking dumber than a drug.
Buzz! Hey! Nash is gonna pass you the merch in Rocky Ridge.
The thing is... the motherfucker screwed me over.
Buzz, I will take care of it. I just need you to give me a chance.
Buzz, come on. How many times have I moved things for you?
And how many times have I failed?
You have my word. After dark? Okay.
No, don't call off the meet. Just don't show up. I'll take care of everything.
Do you even have to ask? Of course I will!
Thanks, Buzz. You won't regret this.
Okay. I have bought us some time.
Buzz. Vista del Rey, Buzz?
Had no idea you drive for Sixth Street.
- Is that not allowed? - No, nothing wrong with it.
They still wild about stars, stripes and core heartland values?
Strong word, "wild". And I don't care. They pay well. It's simple.
So... where to now?
The Aldecaldo Camp.
I need to see some of the old clan.
Don't seem too excited.
That's not your concern. I still have friends there.
Rogue mentioned your friends. Said you guys stopped seeing eye to eye.
Well, since Rogue said so, it must be true!
It isn't?
You mean to irritate me.
Okay, then.
It was just a hiccup. They're still family.
So it's complicated.
You might say so... yes.
Any chance they might help us... in Rocky Ridge?
That is the plan.
Good, let's roll.
Get in.
Where'd you get the ride? Straight out of some driveway in Rancho?
Yes, exactly. Is that a problem?
For me, no. Not at all. I mean, there's no accounting for taste.
Screw you.
How far is the camp?
Just past the city line. We'll jump on the night and head east.
How the hell'd you land in this mess?
I liked the color. The air freshener and booster seat came extra.
You know I don't mean the car.
What am I supposed to tell you?
That I'm not about to let my partner rob me and get away with it?
That my fixer made me look like a goddamn fool?
What about you? Why do you need that clown from the A.V.?
This particular clown's got intel I need. And I'm running out of time to get it.
So why didn't she tell me she knew about Nash?
Rogue, do better not to worry what her agenda might be.
Goddamn, I can't stand the vision.
Rogues queen of the afterlife. Plays her pawns as she pleases.
Did you just call me a pawn?
I got a good look at her. She rose to the top 'cause she raids people.
So what if she keeps things to herself? It's a skill in her profession.
Well, I think she's a lying, manipulative bitch. She put me together with that raffen. Did you know that?
Wait, Nash is raffen?
Yes. He runs with the raids - the largest raffen group in the area. You know about them, right?
Mm-hmm. Nomads tossed out of clans.
Yes, mostly. Nomads don't banish their own without a reason. So think murderers, rapists, freaks.
They gather in teams - sometimes form actual gangs. Most of them are wanted and have warrants on their heads.
Shit.
And that bitch had me working with scum like that.
Might not have known that side of him.
Don't make me laugh.
A fixer of her standing knows.
And Rogue probably knows we're talking about her right now.
Nash and I had a role to play in her game.
Her plan.
That's it.
Rogue's a frigid old bitch.
Last warning!
That's the truth.
Okay, we're almost there. We'll gather my guys, then ride to Rocky Ridge.
When he sees you here...
I've just come by for a spell. Saul needn't know a thing.
Need your help.
With what? What's this about?
Raff and screwed, Pan Am. Plan is to show 'em that was a bad idea.
How bad did they get you?
Bad enough to make me sit quietly through all your bullshit.
You know we would do anything for you, sister. But now... but now's hard.
Seriously? You won't help?
Uh, well, the old man told us to...
sit tight and get those generators back up after the batteries went kaput.
Generators? You won't help because of some goddamn generators?!
Is this another joke?!
Really could use your help.
Not this time. We're needed here.
Fuck! I don't believe this!
So you'll stay put because Saul told you to?!
You couldn't care less about me!
Pan Am...
This isn't about Saul. It's about the Clan. You know that.
Listen, we can't leave camp. No chance. But... but Saul never said a thing about gear.
Okay. Well, I'll need that rifle of yours. And some of my own stuff.
Take whatever you want. And take care of yourself out there.
Yeah.
Thanks, guys. I'll grab the gear. Don't be out of your hair.
Looks like you're stuck with me.
Mm-hmm.
You disappointed?
I don't know. Maybe a little, yes.
Hey, Panem! Are you staying a while?
No, I'll be going again soon. We'll talk next time.
Hey, Panem...
Have you brought someone new? Does Saul know?
Not your concern, friend.
Will you help me with this?
What's inside?
A few odds and ends that should be useful. Take it.
Alright, that's everything. Let's go.
Did you figure out your differences with Saul? Will you come back?
Panam! You'll stop by later, right honey?
Next time Ellie, I promise!
So, I'm off.
Yeah, yeah, go on, go already.
Call us sometime.
Keep an eye on her, V.
Put it in the trunk.
We can go. Hop in.
Mitch and Scorpion seem good souls.
The best friends a girl could ask for.
I'd stay in the camp, too, if I were in their shoes.
Fuck Saul and his generators, of course.
Yet the clan comes first.
But I'm not part of it anymore.
Still treated you like you're one of them.
They care about you.
Mm-hmm.
Do you have anyone you would call close?
Not right now, no. Could just be a matter of time, though.
Okay...
Were those two in the army?
Scorpion and Mitch?
Yeah. Panzerboys.
They were on contract during the last war.
Panzerboys? Flew those huge transporters?
Scorpion piloted. Mitch ran security.
They both got some kickass combat implants and a stack of really fucked up nightmares.
Seems you got a real problem with authority.
What?
Rogue? Saul? Your leader?
Their leader.
Seemed in a hurry to delta the hell out of there.
Let's just say Saul wouldn't have been happy to see me.
What happened?
The reason we came to California was because he promised a change for the Aldecaldos.
He claimed we would turn over a new leaf.
But you saw it.
We got a handful of tents on a heap of sand.
A hell of a promised land.
I wanted something different. Better.
Saul's a damned coward.
He'll be the end of the clan, I'm certain.
So, Rocky Ridge.
Empty, dusty hole in the middle of bumfucked nowhere, I heard.
Natives either moved to Night City or just got the hell out.
Then you know almost all there is to know.
The whole area was waiting on a new interstate extension.
It was supposed to breathe new life into the town.
It didn't happen, of course.
How many ghost towns you think are there? Hundreds?
Countrywide? Thousands.
I drove down I-80 the other day.
All you have to do is pull over after sundown. It's quiet then. And you hear it.
What's that?
The wind whistling through boarded up windows. Tumbleweeds scratching across dry, sandy tracks.
That's how towns die. Not with a bang, but with whispers and whimpers.
Okay, we have arrived.
What do we do?
We get ready to greet the rapids.
And we've little time for that. We'll need to improvise.
We should scout first, to look for anything that might be useful.
Down Rocky Ridge could be any deader. Everything's down, nothin' works here.
Well? Have you found anything?
I got nada. You have an epiphany?
The raffins will roll in after dusk, right? We will have a surprise ready for them. We just need to get some power flowing.
No dice. Nothin's up, I'll cut off.
So we plug it back in. Let's check the substation.
You got it.
Found the breakers, but there's no juice on 'em!
Not to worry! Come down! I know how to surprise the bastards!
Right. So, the intersection is powered from that transformer substation, right?
The switchgear on the roof. We'll flip the switch there and everything will light up like Christmas. Understood?
Fine idea. Let's get us some power. I'll look around for access points.
Great. They're likely to show up in numbers, we can't know how many.
We need to outfox them, then get to my car somehow.
Relax. Got a few ideas. I'll try to play a little game with them at the intersection.
Hell yes! Perfect!
Soon as they see the lights, they'll have to check who, why and how. Nova...
Yep. First we start up the control terminal below. The gear on the roof is a hunk of junk without it.
Come on, we'll give it a boost from the car battery. That should do the trick.
Wait for me by the substation. I'll bring the car around.
Roger.
The panel looks to be in good shape. I'll make a bypass circuit to the power supply. That should do it. We'll just have to get it up and running. Grab the jumper cables from the truck. We'll boost it from the car battery.
Good cable connected.
Give me a moment. I need to hook everything up here.
And done. Now the black radler.
There she goes. But the old jalopy served us well.
Okay, I've got voltage. Start the terminal inside. And once the power is on in the building, get on that roof.
You got it.
I'll set up on the tower. We'll have the whole intersection on a platter.
You flip the breakers when I give you the signal to do so, understood?
Yes ma'am.
Switchgear's got power.
Prime. We'll have some fun at the intersection. Let's get into position.
Now we wait.
Remember, as soon as we see them, you give us power.
Raffenz will come from where? Any idea?
The northeast, I wager. From the freeway that was never finished.
Got it. Cover me, just in case.
Of course.
They're rolling in. In white thorn! You see her?!
Really, really hard to miss.
Let's take 'em by surprise. Let's try to do this quietly. If anything happens, I'll start picking them off. Sound good?
Sounds great.
You, wait for him here.
Get good and ready.
The show starts... now!
Let there be light.
You have no idea who you're fucking with!
A little dessert?
For the girl with the mohawk.
You have no idea who you're fucking with!
Covering. We have to pick all of them up.
We have to pick all of them up.
Stop! We need help!
Stop this!
Stop this! We need help!
That's all for today's video. Thank you for watching.
Thank you for watching.
At last.
And? She's prime wheels, isn't she?
Dreamy indeed. No surprise you wanted her back.
She completes me. See? Managed just fine without Mitch and Scorpion.
Listen, V, it's not over yet.
It's not? You got the cargo, you got your car.
I did not get Nash, who was not in Rocky Ridge. The fucker didn't show up.
So it was about vengeance. The whole time.
The hell you know about me!
Either you're not being straight with me, or you don't know what you want.
Hard to say when you work...
Just listen to me, for fuck's sake!
I know where their little hidey hole is.
We'll take the old, unfinished freeway nearby.
They will not be expecting us. I'm sure of it.
Wanna just show up at the raffen hideout?
Are you out of your mind?
Do you have a better idea? Let me hear it!
Matter of fact, I do!
We take this stuff to Sixth Street, then go after Hellman like we planned!
I gave you my word, didn't I? Please, stop riding my ass about Hellman.
And do not start acting high and mighty, like you won't lift a finger if it's not in the contract.
Just... just help me get Nash.
Alright, so where's the hideout?
A hop and skip away.
Thanks, V.
What Nash did.
I placed my trust in him.
He was the first person I worked with after leaving the Aldecaldos - after I came to Night City.
And I granted him my trust.
Vengeance is rarely worth the risk.
Reason against gut need - an interesting take.
I'd like to see for myself.
Are you ready?
Let's get 'em!
Cave On!
They're on their last legs!
Come on, come on! Let's go!
Two If you're not fast enough, you'll give up soon!
Got it?
So...
hit?
Yes!
Well, %^&*%*$*&
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Hello, Rogue.
Pan Am?
What did you say again? Solve your own problems? Clean up your shit? Nash is dead. One shit cleaned. Happy?
And the Sixth Street merch?
Nash can't deliver it anymore. But if you ask nicely, I might be able to help you.
Help me? I took my cut up front, honey. But I guess I'm touched.
Was actually wondering if you wouldn't forget about Biz while you were out chasing down a vendetta.
Fuck!
So, feel any better?
Maybe a little.
Let's get out of here.
One bitter, cold bitch, that rogue. Think she might have lost the plot.
Mean to say she used to be sweet and alluring?
Never that. But she's no stranger to the other end of the stick. Think she might need a nice, strong shock.
Hey, boss. Got your cargo?
No, no fast ones. Come on, let's meet. Sunset Motel.
Okay, I arranged our meeting.
Let's do the deal and start working on Hellman. Agreed?
Sixth Street not likely to pull anything?
I've driven for them before. Never had them do anything strange.
I'm hoping they know what's good for business.
Sunset Motel? What's that?
A safe spot. It's not far from here.
Should be fun.
They're here. Let me do the talking.
Sensing trouble?
No. At least I don't think so.
Hey, boss.
Pana! How's Nash? Doesn't seem to be answering his phone.
Don't call him anymore. There's no need.
You got balls, girl.
What's this? A bonus of some sort?
We work together.
Hmm. Change tunes like you change clothes, girl.
There. First-class merch.
Mm-hmm.
So, everything's in order?
Check your account. Should be pretty plush in a couple minutes.
It's been a pleasure. But I believe Rogue's the one who is to pay me.
You're all right. Think you earned a tip. Let's roll.
That went well. Come on, let's get a drink.
Rappin's wiped, Sixth Street's pleased - pretty good day for Penn and Palmer.
Good day's not over yet.
You still have a chance to piss me off.
Come on... breathe...
Hello, Noah.
Hey, new biz or new friends back there?
You're taking wild guess.
Is everything good with you? Did those bozos come around again?
Rappin's? Nah, it's been quiet.
They'll be back, sure enough. But this place has seemed worse.
What can I get you?
Broseph. Two of 'em.
So that package for Street - what was it?
You didn't peek?
Valoparadol - drugs for the cyberpsychos in our midst.
They trading 'em?
Yes. They have deals - with black clinics, rippers...
Well, here's to that thorn of yours.
Thanks for everything, partner.
Another one over here.
Thanks, Noah.
Cheers. Let me know if you need anything else.
The Alticaldos... think you'll ever go back? I mean, not right now, but... someday?
I don't rightly know. On the one hand, I don't have anyone outside the Clan. Shit, I don't really know any other life.
But on the other?
Without my Clan, who am I? Who would I become if I stayed in Night City?
Could always try it out. See who you become in Night City. Except... city doesn't always play fair.
Don't know if it's worth sacrificing your friends along the way.
You mean Mitch? Scorpion? Come on.
Sooner or later, Pan Am, the city will suck you in.
Won't need to cut whatever ties you got left to the Alticaldos. 'Cause the city will do that for you.
I guess I should think about it.
The Raffens... we done with them?
Oh, no. The Shiver Cockroaches... one's never rid of them. But it should be quiet for a time. They'll need to gather their wits and dust themselves off.
All right. Time we look to my needs. What's the plan for Helminth?
I've come up with a plan. A first draft. But I need to sleep on it. Work it out. Then we can talk about the details.
I think it best to rent rooms here. Just to stay in the area. We'll get to work around midnight. It'll help keep us out of sight. Agreed?
Mm-hmm. Good idea. Let's do it.
Well, that's all settled, then. Noah, we'll take two rooms. Just for tonight.
I'll go catch a few winks. See you later.
Thank you for watching. Always be happy.
Jeannie.
So? Got a plan?
Damn right I do. Come over to mine tonight. Gonna lay the groundwork with Tom and Roxy. They're with us.
Micah will be here, too.
How'd you manage that?
Got something really big. Tell you everything tonight.
Last thing - what do you like on your pizza?
Locust pepperoni. And lots of extra cheese.
Atta girl. So, I'll see you come evening?
You gonna tell me this big secret of yours?
Figured out how to tweak behavioral chips. Turn dolls into fighters.
Sounds like my kind of plan.
We'll go over the specifics tonight. You're coming, right?
Course I'll be there.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hello.
I'm just checking the suspension.
The hydraulics have to be shift-shaped. We're in for a bumpy ride.
Did you sleep all right?
Can't complain.
And you? Reasonably rested?
I think you had nightmares. You screamed a few times.
Really?
Don't worry. I'm accustomed to that sort of thing.
When Mitch and Scorpion came back from the war, they tossed and turned night after night.
For months, this went on.
Whatever it is, it'll pass.
Mm-hmm. Let's hope so.
Come up with anything? For Hellman, I mean.
As a matter of fact... I did.
Look here.
Okay. Tell me.
We're the wrench. The cutter is the AV.
And the screwdriver is where the AV should bury its nose cone in the dust.
Now you must be wondering how we get the AV to do that.
That old HMG of yours?
My gun will be useful elsewhere.
This caliber would barely dent the armor of a heavy hitter like that.
There are other ways.
Here. The clamp's our solution. A sat-wave power station.
Why down the AV there? At that exact spot?
Because once it's on the ground, we'll have to locate it and grab your target... as fast as we can.
And the terrain there is typical California desert - flat, dry and empty.
There'll be a big old sitting duck.
Satwave power station?
Yes. We need to break into it.
Uh-huh. So far, so good. But then what?
And then we strike! We hit the AV with an EMP.
'Course we do!
As soon as the AV is in range, we cause an electromagnetic pulse. The onboard electronics should fail outright.
Meaning what?
Engines'll shut down?
Everything will shut down - engines included. Drive, navigation, communication systems...
Remember - need helmet alive, unharmed.
Gotta train not to blow the AV to bits, okay?
I know. But I'd say your man had best be buckled in.
This idea - if it works, you'll be in for a rough landing.
All right. Let's ride.
Great. Hop in - it's cold out here.
Who owns this power station - gov or corp?
Is there any difference? Who do you think pulls the government's strings?
I'm just wondering whose toes we're about to step all over.
V, look around - it is simple. Everything you see is owned by a corporation.
You like to mess with the corps', huh?
Whatever gave you that idea.
Oh, wait - scratch that - Rogue, Nash, the Raffens...
You're on thin ice, V.
You just like to mess with everyone.
Well, then I suppose it's a good thing I'm on your side, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.
And now for something completely different. Weirdest thing you've ever transported - go.
What, are we playing 20 questions?
Come on, answer.
The deputy finance director of Caucas...
A chauffeuring, not smuggling.
He rode in the trunk. Flatlined.
Really? Dead?
A long story - maybe someday I'll tell you.
We've almost reached the dam. We'll make a quick stop here.
We need to calibrate you with a turret. I want you to be able to use the gun too. It showed up our chances in general.
Connect here.
Do we really have to waste our time on this?
We do. Unless you've already used one of these without help, while moving, while taking fire from all directions, and still managed to hit something.
But somehow, I don't believe that's the case.
So don't argue. Just connect.
How should I connect? Personal link? How else?
Just watch the jack. Sometimes you have to jig a little bit.
Wired in.
Wait a moment. Diagnostics first.
Shit, it keeps giving me an error. Odd.
Let me work around it.
And now, panam, here's Johnny. Out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Great work, V.
Hey, uh... I think your implant has a virus. The one in the nape of your neck.
It's not a virus. Just a little... malware. You get used to it eventually.
Screw you.
Will it affect the calibration?
We shall see.
Okay. Here goes nothing.
See that pile of junk? Fire a short burst into it. I'll take care of the calibration.
Good. Next target. Single shot.
Okay. Just one more. Longer round.
Great. We're done, I think.
Now that wasn't so bad, was it?
Calibration's fine, but your soft could really use an update.
Scanner, controllers - all a couple generations back, at least.
There's better tech in the bargain bin at a kabuki flea market. I can help you with that, you know.
Yes, sure. The most important thing is that it works now.
So where's this power station?
You will see in a moment.
I know a spot. We'll have a decent view from there. I just want to be sure the area is clear.
Sabotage a corpo power station.
Jump a corpo transport.
Kidnap a corpo suit.
Is this a plug for the word "corpo," or do you have a point?
Know what? You're starting to remind me of me, fifty years back.
Minus the charisma - and impressive cock.
Hmm... maybe we can just get along.
Let me remind you - I want Hellman for me, not to stick it to Arasaka.
This is life or death - my life or death.
Hellman, let me remind you that socking their fucked up tech is what got you here.
Who gives a shit about motives? Ends justify the means - and right now, your end is to survive.
All looks clear. The area looks deserted. I see no patrols.
The huge thing is the collection unit - and see the antennas?
Each antenna collects microwave energy from satellites in orbit.
That's then converted into electric power.
Power stations serve the whole city? Honestly? Who the fuck knows?
Guess we're about to find out.
Huh. Antennas run all the way down the interstate.
Mm-hmm. And they're linked - which is to your advantage.
We just need to mess with the collection unit.
A chain reaction will follow - each one of the antennas will emit an EMP burst.
The AV will be like a fly headed for a spider's web.
We just have to fire off the pulse at the right moment.
Let's go get her!
Once we reach the station, I'll set up a bypass for the detonator.
You just overload the systems.
Pennant, what if we cut all the cute stuff and blow the station up?
Normally, I'd love to. But an explosion would trigger an automatic shutdown protocol in each collector.
All Night City would know we were there well before we got around the protocol.
Nice idea, though. Maybe next time.
Overload the system... Yes, ma'am, when do I start?
Although... hoping that's not too complicated. Is it?
It shouldn't be. You just turn everything up as far as it'll go.
Crank it up to eleven. Got it.
So what now?
We wait. We should time our arrival to the AV flight.
Got it.
Good. Time to roll.
Done anything like this before?
Downing in AV? By myself? No. Why do you ask?
Power station, EMP, the systems...
Networks... Came up with a really solid plan.
Thank you. How you approach things - that's the trick. Minus the triple A.
What now?
Assessment, assembly, action. Whatever your task, you do three things.
Start by assessing what you already have and what you'll face - the problem.
Then you plan with those variables in mind.
Take what you have, get what you need, assemble things, people...
Finally you take action. Simple.
Got one word for you - T-shirts.
Triple A - it's all you need to lead the good life.
That and the occasional cold beer.
Your method - triple A - that all you?
Not at all. I learned it from the Aldecaldos.
Mitch and Scorpion - they were trained in something like it during the war.
Then they made it their own.
It's come in handy, I can't deny.
And it will again now.
What if, uh, something goes ass up?
Well, then your ass had better improvise.
Did you really think I'd just give you a foolproof secret to success?
Gotta say, almost had me believing just that.
You're too much sometimes, Fi.
Okay, we'll be there in a moment.
One last time - we drive in, fuck up the system, and get the hell out of there.
Hold on tight - this could get a little bumpy.
Get ready...
Okay... I'm ready.
Drone!
I'll deal with 'em!
Quick, before they hit us!
Good enough.
Is that all of 'em?
Mm-hmm. We're about in a hurry.
Find the controls. I'll connect the detonator. Quick, V!
Ah, shit!
V?
Ugh!
Come on!
Ah, shit! Think we might've overdone it, Pan Am!
We'll survive!
Don't you see that? All lit up and blinking like a crazy train.
Rose, you wanted Eleven. You got Eleven.
Heck yeah! Let's get outta here, before it lights us up, too.
Yeah!
V, get the fuck out, before something happens to the chip!
Thanks for the tip. You know, I was just about to set up a picnic, maybe lay out work on my bass too...
I mean it. Watch out, the next one might...
Johnny? Johnny!
Fucking hell...
Okay, I'm fine. It's... it's okay, just... it's okay, I'm fine, yeah? Just... delve to the fuck out.
Not the cleanest job, perhaps, but it still went well.
What about the detonator? Is it working?
Yes, it's working. And I don't even see a drop in the signal strength.
We just need to drive far away enough to keep the pulse from blasting us, too.
The cliff there. We'll set up. It should give us a good view of the antennas. And then we wait.
Okay.
Here.
Always wanted to push the big red button on something like this. How do we know when?
Don't worry. I'll have eyes on it. You just wait for my signal. Then set off that pulse. They won't know what hit them.
And by the way...
What?
We are about to knock a multi-million euro dollar Kang Tao asset clean out of the sky. How does that make you feel?
Blasted shit. Exactly what the doc ordered.
And that's exactly what I like to hear.
Just noticed.
What?
It's quiet. The hum of the city, people's voices, the smells... it's all gone.
Wind just... intensifies it. Think I forgot quiet exists.
Mm-hmm. Though maybe not the smells. I mean, the coyotes. Rather hard to miss.
Not that it was just the air freshener in your Thornton.
Screw you. You'd do better to focus on the AV. Keep your eyes open.
It's there. Coming from Pacifica.
All right. Get ready.
One more second... one more... now!
Boom. There she is.
Shit! What's happening?!
What's going on?!
Great.
She's great.
Bullseye!
Penn M! The engines are still running!
Fuck! They're getting away!
They're going nowhere!
We gotta go after it!
Give me a moment.
Penn M! What are you doing?!
*Explosion*
That's how you do it!
It's losing altitude!
We got the bastard!
Let's go!
We got it!
No way it stays in the air after a blast like that!
It'll either land or crash.
You catch that?
Cover, AV, on mark. Losing out.
Mitch, Scorpion, what the hell are they doing?
Finishing up at the generators. Follow 'em. On my way in a bit. Battery should sort itself out.
Mitch, Scorpion, it's Pan Am! Don't go near that AV!
I repeat, do not approach the AV!
Good. On the way, or I'll start the party without you.
It's Kang Tao! Wait for me! We'd better get the hell out!
They probably want to help the survivors. Without knowing it's corporate.
They can't hear me! The pulse is interfering!
Shit! I have three on radar!
Drones?!
Yes. Get ready.
They're trying to slow us down!
We won't let them! We have to range 'em as in Scorpion!
[gunfire]
Problem - not shooting!
Shit! Probably jammed again!
Cop it! Hold on tight! Going on autopilot!
Fancy stuff! Son of a bitch!
You're on our tail! Pay down!
I know!
Fucking latches! Don't want to open!
It's nothing. I'm fine.
For the time being at least.
Time being's all we need!
Guys! Behind that hill!
Well, wasn't something to worry about.
Pan Am, you okay?
This fucking ricochet.
Think you can manage?
Sure. I'll live. Don't worry.
Hey man, where are you? Hello?
Perfect! Keep broadcasting over an open channel. Just in case they missed you the first time.
God, I swear!
Something's not right. Did you hear those shots?
V, something happened to them!
Let's check it out!
I see the wreck. But no scorpion. Or mint.
Looks expired.
Fuck it!
V, connect to the drone. We'll scan the area. We have to get our bearings.
They won't mark us?
I'll enable the masking. Their scanners are out. They're blind.
Let's roll. You connecting to visual?
Mm-hmm.
V, if they got the Altecaldes - if they got Mitch and Scorpion - I can't - I don't -
I know, I know. Connected. I'm in control.
I'm sorry...
Your plan?
All to kill those...
Yes.
They're dead.
All of them.
V, if they...
Don't worry. They don't know for sure.
They've set up the launcher. They'll tear us to shreds if we get too close.
Can't we take it down somehow?
Mitch! He's alive! They have them!
Maybe... but we have to get there first.
Got five kings on patrol.
Combat drones. Defense systems active.
If not for those damned glitches, I could've warned them!
This is all my doing!
Why in the hell were they following the AV?!
The fools!
Listen, we saw 'em, Mitch. They probably got Scorpion, too.
We'll find them, help them out.
- If they're still alive... - They're alive!
Everything's gonna be okay.
Mind that launcher. It will blow us to bits if we approach.
- You're already blown to bits! - Don't be an idiot!
This is just a scratch.
Let's take out the launcher. I will try to...
No! You stay in the car!
Sorry, but you're just gonna slow me down.
Fucking L.V.!
- Those are my people out there! - Listen...
I get that launcher out of our way, I'll let you know.
Then you go in and help me with the rest. Deal?
Yes, ma'am.
I still have Mitch's rifle.
I will try to cover you from here.
Good idea.
Let's move.
Let's get 'em.
Requesting support!
Path's clear. I'm coming for you!
Now!
Step back! Back! Toss your weapons, or I'll shoot! I repeat - drop your weapons! Now!
You don't see the shit you're in?! You shoot him, and a millisec later you'll eat lead too!
I let him go, I'll still eat lead!
Shut up!
Listen - this isn't about you. Let him go, and tell me where your passenger is.
I - I don't know where they took him!
Hell no! He's lying!
You don't know, or you don't want to say!
Let me get the comms back up. I'll buzz the unit - we'll talk.
Pan Am - but only if you remember the cowboy culture!
Shut the fuck up!
Fuck!
Pan Am!
God damn it!
Oh shit!
Are you alright?
Eh, just some scratches.
You fucking morons!
Did you get hit?! Hang on, girl - I'll patch you up!
It's nothing - let's go.
They regrouped so fast - started shooting rockets and shit - I lost everyone!
Everyone?! Scorpion - is he here?!
Mitch?! Mitch?! He's - he's safe, right?!
Pan Am, I'm sorry - I didn't make it in time.
No! No! Are you sure?! No, he -
Scorpion - the rest - I - I'm sorry we didn't get here sooner.
They were good people - great people. They didn't have to die here.
I should have stopped him.
I tried - he wouldn't have listened to you either. Never was much of a listener.
Stubborn bastard.
I'm guessing since you were out here - you were out here for the AV. The question is - why?
Everything okay? You need anything?
Thanks for saving my ass, V.
Sorry about your people, but - I need to keep moving.
Why dive straight for the AV? Didn't you notice the markings?
We saw it was damaged - we know this land - we knew where it would fall - we had no idea it was Kang Tao.
I figured they might need help - in the worst case, there'd be good salvage to be had.
Couldn't have been more wrong.
I need the guy who was riding this AV. You know anything? See anything?
Took 'em with 'em - in our cars.
Where?
West - small unit, your passengers' entourage.
Must be lookin' for a way to call base.
So you're the ones who hit 'em with that EMP?
Yeah, we tried to warn you, but - we couldn't connect.
If they took your cars, we might be able to follow their tracks.
Pennam, listen - I know it's not the best time, but - I need helmen.
You promised to help - that still hold?
I always keep my word.
Mitch - I will find those sons of bitches - I swear.
Go - I'll call the crew - get all this cleaned up.
We'll leave my ride here, just in case - just watch the gun - it likes to jam.
We'll go by bike.
Sounds good.
Kang Tao lost contact with their AV - probably lookin' for it.
Better hurry.
But, Pennam...
What?
You're comin' back for her, right?
I promise.
Let's get going - before they send a rescue party!
Scorpion and the rest - look...
I know how you feel.
I mean it. I'll help you settle your score with Kang Tao.
I will destroy them, Vi. Every last one.
We're in this together... to the bitter end.
You know what, Vi? You're all right. You helped me with Nash, you helped me with Mitch...
To my mind, I owe you a favor. Your helmet... I will find him.
Ah, so that's what this is? Just paying your debts?
No. Nomads always help their own.
So I'm one of yours now.
Sounds good.
Let's ride. Hope they didn't go far.
We'll see.
The tire tracks start there. We'll follow them.
Our guys were here.
Slow, no unwanted.
Let's follow. Find them.
Okay, covering you.
Come on, limpdicks!
Drones... patrols... definitely set up shop here.
See that? The pumps look pretty good.
Not what you would find if the place were closed.
The bastards might have managed to call for transport.
We'll know soon enough.
I don't know, I couldn't get the terminal working.
Not even on broadband.
What, so all Night City and your mom could hear a Kang Tao AV got shot down?
Then tear 'em balls off for that one.
Yep, but if we lose a passenger, they'll shoot us dead.
Mhm, I recognize them. It's the Clans.
Fuck!
Pull in!
Fire! Fire!
I'm in.
Helmet, you have to meet me.
- Who sent you? - Hey, easy! We gotta talk.
Who are you working for? Yorinobu Arasaka. Do you wish to take me back home?
What a shit-eating rat. He's about to either scream or run. Shut him up already.
- Not a fan, I take it. - You haven't found a fan in him either.
Motherfucker doesn't know who to be scared of more - you or Arasaka.
Don't take this personally.
Seemed to recall you were gonna tell Takaburo when you got helmet.
Yeah, just a sec. I'll call him.
Just remember, you have Helmin and that's one hell of a card. Try to win something with it.
Takamura saved my life, remember?
Because it was in his fuckin' interest to do so. Still just biz. He's no friend of yours.
Takamura, good news. Got Helmin?
Alive? What did he say?
Alive. Alive. Not too talkative now. Taking him to the Sunset Motel.
I'll come to you. Keep him there until I arrive.
You got it. See ya.
Better take 'em somewhere you can talk at peace.
True.
Looks like your new chimbas are here.
Is that him?
Sure is.
Take 'em outside. Toss 'em on the bike.
Stay right there.
The cavalry has arrived. Mitch gathered together a few elder comrades.
The road was clear. I don't think we were spotted.
We would still do better not to hang around too long.
What do you plan to do with him?
Just gotta ask him a few important questions.
I sure hope you get some important answers.
Saul...
Everything's done here. All clear.
I heard Mitch is alive thanks to you.
Thanks to Vee and Pan Am. They both saved my ass.
I just hope he was worth it.
Saul, I tried to race Scorpion.
Maybe I could help out somehow?
I think you've helped enough.
I tried to stop him!
Sure! Just turn around now! Let it all be damned!
You're good at that, aren't you?
Look, Saul... It really wasn't Pan Am's fault.
Careful. You and me are not buddy-buddy.
Besides, nobody's blamed anyone for anything... yet.
Sure! Right! Pan Am was just helping me.
It was my do and my fault that A.V. got hit.
Without me... Scorpion and his people wouldn't have gone out to fight.
That's the truth.
When you're an Aldecaldo, you are always responsible for yourself and your people.
The circumstances change nothing.
Perhaps Pan Am should ask herself if she's still an Aldecaldo.
Damn it all!
Hey, don't worry about Saul. He'll get over it.
I don't give a damn.
But he gives a damn about you, Pam. As soon as he heard what had happened, he ordered us to follow you. He was worried something would happen to you.
Saul? That was his...
Look, maybe you two don't see eye to eye at the moment, but you're family and Saul will do anything for family.
The thing is... am I even part of the family anymore?
You know you are. Come back to us.
I understand.
Sorry you had to witness that. Things just get complicated... dramatic sometimes... but I will manage.
And you... you look out for yourself, all right?
So... what now? Back to Night City?
Yeah. I mean... I think so. I have to sit and think... about everything.
Saul, Mitch... they really treat you like family. Maybe you should give them a chance.
It is not that simple... like any family.
They're coming! You have about a minute to get out of there!
Let's move!
I'm also headed out.
Take care of Scorpion's bike... it's yours.
[chittering]
- Hey.
- Where am I? What is this place?
- Motel. Middle of nowhere.
- Any specific middle?
- Doesn't matter. You're not leaving here by yourself anyway.
- Why are we here?
- Wanna talk about your little invention? Biochip you made for Arasaka.
- Fine. But let's get one thing straight first.
- Yorinobu Arasaka didn't send you?
- No.
- This means you must have an offer for me.
- If your boss will pay more than Kang Tao, I believe we can talk.
- You misunderstand me. There is no offer.
- What do you want?
- Your tech's trying to kill me. Pretty sure that's not how it's advertised.
- If you wish to file a complaint, I'll need more details.
- Got Johnny Silverhand's construct stuck in my head. And I don't want it there.
- Silverhand? Construct? That's impossible!
- Where did you get this biochip?
- Clept it off Yorinobu Arasaka. Job for a client. But the client left me out on my own.
- And you decided the best place for it was in your own goddamn head.
- Actually, wasn't a bad idea. Construct rebooted me when my own goddamn head took a bullet.
- I always knew Yorinobu's plan would fail. I just never imagined it would turn out like this.
- Arasaka's prized tech really is in the very streets of the city.
- You have to remove the biochip from my system.
- It's not that simple.
- Look, you made the thing, didn't you? So where's the problem?
- If you're telling the truth, you slotted in a new experimental version of the biochip.
I know you can't just yank it out. My ripper said...
You showed that to some fucking street doctor! Who else knows?!
I needed help. Or did you think the first thing that came to mind was downing a Kang Tao AV?
How's the prototype version different? It's got a different engram? Something more...
Aware?
Aggressive?
The biochip is what's unique, not Silverhand's engram. The previous version of the chip was only used to communicate with pre-saved engrams.
It was rare as fuck and cost a fortune. Yeah.
This one's rarer - meant to install and activate the engram in a new body. When I left Arasaka, the project was still in the trial phase.
How exactly was this new version supposed to work? Were you planning to have the engram kick people out of their own bodies? Is that shit by design?
During the tests, we assumed that the body would be...neurally indifferent during implantation.
You mean dead?
Yes. Which makes what happened to you interesting indeed.
How do you put a price on immortality? Who could even afford tech like this?
Nobody. This model was meant to remain in-house. The prototype was Saburo Arasaka's personal commission. He oversaw the entire project himself.
So if it weren't for you or Enobu, nobody would have found out.
And if not for you, the project would not have been a success. This is a true breakthrough.
Imagine my luck - to be so fuckin' unique, so fuckin' exceptional. That mean you'll help me?
Well, well - I would have to see it first.
Whoa - we just met. Haven't built up that sort of trust yet.
How did you think this was going to go?! If you want me to help you, I must examine you.
Okay.
Hmm... Unbelievable. It looks like...
Can't believe this suits the one who's gonna help us.
Oh, fuck!
What? What is it?
What a pity I won't be able to examine it fully.
Yeah, real shame. You could've been his guinea pig, too.
Tell me how to get rid of it!
I'm afraid I have bad news. Your neural network has completely deteriorated. It can no longer function independently of the chip.
The only thing I could do...
Woohoo, it's bargaining time!
...is to give you information on a good clinic in Sweden. They'll help you through the terminal stages, minimize the pain.
Wait, you said the project was in the trial phase. You don't actually know how it'll end.
Oh, I do. I just saw the construct devouring your brain. It's programmed to take over its new environment... at all costs. And your little meat brain is helpless against it.
So no matter what, sooner or later the engram wins.
Yes. And from what I've heard about Silverhand, that seems to be exactly his style.
Huh, I see my reputation's grown into Arasaka legend.
What exactly is going on in my head?!
You tell me. What's it like to have two personalities? Because it's not like you're hearing voices. You are both yourself and Silverhand, simultaneously.
I can see him and talk to him.
You're not "talking," but yes, I understand what you mean. Have you noticed the construct's influence on your decision-making?
Sheesh, give it a rest.
When it comes to my decisions, Johnny really is just a voice in my head. Maybe he has a different opinion, but he can't make me do anything.
Agreed one hundred percent. You are one fucking stubborn little...
It's not as if one of you "wins" the debate. The scale simply shifts - slowly but surely.
What do you mean?
You will start doing things that were once unthinkable - at least to your old self.
And you know exactly who he was - a fanatic, a terrorist, a suicide bomber.
Well, fuck me - who's trying to mess with your head now?
That is why I believe it would be better for you to consider clinical isolation at this stage.
At least Johnny never whored himself out like you.
Are you defending him? Or is that Johnny speaking now?
Let me guess - he already tried to take over your body. You know, just for a little while.
No.
Would you, though? Could be fun.
Johnny...
Kidding. But watch out - suit's getting ready to talk your head off.
You know what? That's enough. You just playing for time?
'Cause I can't tell - are you trying to convince me you're useless?
I mean, in that case, I can just shoot you in the head and save us both some time.
Ah, finally.
I will try to help you - if you come with me to Kang Tao.
"I'll try" - just said I'm gonna cut it.
Actually, it's almost like you're trying to buy your way in with the Chinese... at my expense.
Do you even realize how much data is in your head?
Even if I can't help you, the data must be saved.
Well, fuck me sideways - what a half-brained gonk.
He just admitted you're right.
Forget Kang Tao - got any other ideas?
If you think there's anyone else who can help you, I could give you the blueprints - complete project documentation.
Kang Tao offered quite the sum for it.
You got it with you?
He's gone to gonks fucking useless without 'em.
Hey - Takamura - what the hell is he doing here?
He's got a few questions of his own for you.
You play nice - he might even save your ass.
I'm almost done.
The blueprints.
Better than nothin'. As long as we find someone fluent in technobabble.
What'll you do with him?
I haven't decided yet.
Are you serious?
You know me - I can be impulsive.
He's all yours. I'll give you two some space.
I hope we can come to an understanding.
That is certainly in your best interest.
Vi - I will remember this.
Ugh - this heat. My throat is positively parched.
Mmm - Vi did not give you even a glass of water.
Unacceptable - inhumane.
That is not me - you will see the difference.
I will give you full buckets.
No - ugh - no need.
Gah - what the -
Fuck!
Sit down, god damn it!
Of course it's the damn ship! My silver hand osis is clearly incubating!
That appointed finger I hear in your voice?
Fuck!
That was your ticker. Sit and rest. Don't need you flatlining while we got a job for you.
Blah, blah, blah. Fuck Arasaka, blah, blah, smash Mikoshi!
You really are turning into me.
Can't say I'm excited 'cause you're a manipulator, an egotist and a cynic.
Everytime you open your mouth you gotta bury someone.
You know, we get along as the need arises. Maybe it's time you started trusting me more.
You can be a charming guy. Just... make the effort. Charisma flows.
Then I remember. That nuke that you detonated downtown without a second thought and no hint of later remorse.
It was Mikoshi I was after. Wanted to destroy it. GaveSaka ample time to clear the building.
You knew countless people would die. Don't kid yourself.
Take lives aplenty yourself. Seascale is a problem?
No, the maniac in my head's the problem.
Huh. Maniac in the head of a hypocrite.
Got no idea where I'm going. Be a living legend.
That's all I wanted. Feels like I'm barely surviving.
Test of a person's true value? Death. Facing it. Staring it down.
You still got a chance to be somebody.
Yeah. Maybe.
What was it like... when you died?
What's on top of the world. Failure not an option, not a thought.
'Til it happened. Death feels real now. It's only now I know it.
Now? I'd have a century to come to terms.
Makoshi felt... I don't know... like sleep?
Lacked awareness. Had no sense of passing time.
Didn't mark it. Did what they wanted to me.
I just remember... cold, a black void, fear.
Or... or was that your death?
Makoshi... why'd Arasaka even build it?
If I could only see inside Saburo's head...
Ahaha...
People can be bought, brainwashed...
But it's only in Makoshi that you can peer inside a soul...
Pick it apart... reprogram it...
They've amassed quite a collection...
Scary, talented runners...
Soul-killed... packed away...
Probably using them now... probably controlling them...
So... ruling hearts and minds?
That's what it's about... eh, the usual...
Corpses have always tried to shackle people one way or another.
Saburo's ambition is greater.
He's out to control humanity.
Ma... think I get why you detest the place?
Shouldn't exist.
Of all the destruction and pain corpses wreak 'round the world...
What happens at Makoshi is worst.
Know why?
They can change who you are, turn you into someone else without you even knowing it.
Yep, goddamn right.
Corpses have already taken the world for their own, now they're coming for us.
Realize what you're doing to me is what Arasaka's doing at Makoshi?
Yeah, I know. That's why I'm gonna fix it.
Let's move. Get back to work.
Let's do.
Hey, Vi. Come on in. Pizza's getting cold.
We're in the kitchen.
You made it. Good. Grab a seat.
This is Roxanne. She's worked at Clouds longer than any of us.
Hello.
Hey. Nice to meet you.
When I heard what you pulled at Clouds... Shit, I so regretted I was off that day.
Just eat the free pizza and then we're outta here, okay?
Come here 'cause... you want payback for what happened to her?
That's for sure. But I just want to have a normal job, too. No fears, no tears, you know?
Feeling better? You look better.
I'm on autopilot. I don't think. Just do.
Sound method.
You'll never get rid of the stench of the corpse.
You drop a lot of 'em, don't you? What's your secret?
So changed your mind, huh? Quickly, too.
I'm here. Doubt I need to explain why.
All right, chill. Not here to squabble with you.
Wouldn't put it past you.
Judy convinced you. Call me satisfied.
By the way, Forrest didn't show up for work today. Or yesterday.
No shit, I wonder why.
He's not coming back.
Doubt I need to explain why to you.
Me? I've got no idea why. Remember that.
Done saying hello to each other? Revolution won't plan itself.
I modified the behavioral chip. It can equip any doll with a motor-reflex system.
In other words, make the doll move and fight like a prime-tier solo.
Fascinating, isn't it? What one can learn while tuning fake orgasms for the moxes.
Mind stepping outside? Can't smoke in here.
You'll air it out later.
Fine, I'll sit by the window.
The body'll react as if executing a well-trained series of movements. Already tested it out on Tom.
Chip's impulses supplant any natural reflexes, so it'll make users feel like they're experiencing cyberpsychosis.
But it's basically the same as when we activate ourselves for a client.
How did you ever come up with this?
Learned how the behavioral chip works at Clouds. Always seemed like they must be pretty easy to modify.
I'm surprised I didn't get the idea the moment we walked into Maiko's office.
Count yourself lucky! What with all the cams and mics and clouds...
Tigerclaws would sooner dig those chips out of the dolls with screwdrivers than let an idea like this run its course.
All right. Gotta see it to believe it.
Finally! Someone said it!
Tom?
Pulled that sequence from a kung fu training virtue.
Gotta admit, not bad.
Yeah, for the market square in Kabuki.
Eh, before we start talking serious biz, gonna need to see serious action.
You just saw him.
I saw a bar trick. I wanna see a fight.
Got an expert in causing bodily harm among us.
I wanna see how Tommy handles her.
V?
Just don't mess up my digs, okay? I like it here.
It's on now!
What the...
You there? Can you hear me?
Haha! Look at me go! You see that?
Nice work, Judy.
Gotta do some cardio!
I did yourself.
If you were to sell that...
Be the richest Judy in the N.U.S.A.
Please. Plenty of killing machines in the world.
I don't wanna turn more people into 'em.
After this, chips are getting micro-nuked.
Okay.
Probably settles it, if the chip works.
Let's get to it, then.
You've got an elite force of three muscleheads and a techie.
What now?
Guards and tiger claws in and around will overpower.
Take down, disarm, escort 'em out - clouds will be ours.
Bosses will give an ultimatum - a cut of the proceeds in exchange for never showing their faces at the club again.
And have a no say in how the club's managed.
That's what I thought - a half-baked, insane plan.
You can't see more than an inch ahead of you.
Taking out the security there won't solve anything - claws will just send more.
Hiromi Sato's the man you gotta get to.
Hiromi Sato? Who's that?
Cloud's real boss - he rarely shows, but you can't so much as sneeze without him finding out.
Claws trust him, respect his opinion - he is one of them.
We can try to convince him, but... it's doubtful. We stand a better chance by injecting him with a dose of fear.
Where do we find this... Hiromi?
At his apartment - H-8 megatower, topmost floor - it's a penthouse, almost never steps outside its glass walls.
But I'll figure out a way to get us inside.
Tom and Roxanne gonna come with?
No - whole points to strike both places at the same time - they'll take care of business at Cloud's.
Two pronged assaults - lovin' it.
Wouldn't it be better to ambush him on the street like... while he's chomping on a scop dog or taking a piss in a back alley?
Why even try breaking into a penthouse - you're probably crawling with guards.
Hiromi don't go anywhere without security, so one - makes no difference - two - this is only a show of force demonstrating what we are capable of.
Which is a lot more than street thuggery.
So how about it, V, Tom, Roxy - made up your minds?
I... I need to think about it - we never wasted anyone before, you know - I'm with it all the way.
V?
Don't tell me you're seriously considering this - sticking our precious necks out for a bunch of whores?
Count me in, Judy - I already said I'd help, didn't I?
Thanks, V.
Save the gratitude for later, please.
I'll set up a meet with Hiromi and let you know - I need a couple days.
Have fun! Toodaloo!
Michael, hold up - give us a lift?
Only if you don't talk to me - I feel a migraine coming on.
Shit! I'm scared, V.
Speaking of gratitude - stuff I'm asking you to do will usually come to the price tag, I know.
You want to help, I get that - but I'm more than happy to pay your fee in full. Feels like it's only right.
Judy! For real? No! Don't wanna hear it!
Not a word!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
V? Everything okay?
V? You don't look so hot.
Ugh! Ugh! Whew - okay. Okay - I'm better. Fine.
What the hell, V?! You - like - sick?!
It's past - forget about it.
It's late - you're tired. You can crash on my couch if you want.
Sounds great - thanks.
Don't worry about it - make yourself at home.
(Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak)
The parade will soon start. I will wait where we met before.
By the stalls. Just stay out of trouble, okay?
Be...just in time.
If you're here to jump, remember that there's help available...round-the-clock hotline.
That is not funny.
The parade will soon begin.
I adjusted the data from Okada-san.
I advise you to examine it yourself.
To begin with, the malware works...truly...much better than I anticipated.
Our eyes and ears are in the guard booth.
I observe the CCTV and I know where the sniper positions are.
They are a trio.
You must make each harmless...before they do the same to me.
There are many ways to reach them.
The first is nearby.
He should not be a problem.
The second is worse.
You will have to climb.
As for the third...he hides on the footbridge over the street.
We are here.
Hanako-sama's platform will stop here...close to the emergency exit we will use when all is done.
From these points you will have a clear view of the parade...
...and the snipers will see things even better.
If they notice you...bang! No more thing.
If this sounds dangerous...consider that I must leap to the float...
...enter through a window and meet Hanako-sama face-to-face.
The last is what I fear the most.
Is all this clear? Are you ready?
Wait...if...if things go to shit...we got a backup plan?
What do you think?
I am accused of betraying Arasaka.
Soon I will try to confront the sister of the CEO in person.
There are no backup plans.
This one must work.
I'm ready. Question is, are you?
I formed this plan, did I not?
All while ignoring one crucial element... your friend, Oda.
Oda is a man of honor. He would not dare raise his hand against me.
Maybe... but you're gonna be dropping in on Hanako by surprise.
Ah, you have a point. Instinct and reflexes win out at moments like this.
So?
So I can only hope that I am still faster than he is.
Stay safe for him.
I am in position. The floats have started to move. Remember to be careful where you will face Arasaka drones.
I also spotted the Netrunner in her Arasaka uniform. She is somewhere - hidden!
Okay, good to go.
Then let us begin. You must reach all snipers before Anagosama's float appears.
I am in position. The floats have started to move. Remember to be careful where you will face Arasaka drones.
Tsuburu Arasaka.
It will be beautiful!
No, it shouldn't even be obvious. Back inside, back inside!
You are close. He is almost in front of you. He is watching the crowd, not his back.
Won't know what hit him.
The Arasaka Corporation shall rise from the podium, stronger than ever before.
Goro, take out the one closer.
Now you must leap to the balcony by the green firewall and take the elevator.
Take the footbridge at the top to cross the street.
For we will not stay silent.
Silence yourselves!
You're crazy!
They killed Tom and didn't even bother releasing his body!
P, this is important.
Oda is speaking to someone.
I am linking you in.
We both can listen.
Again, security is substandard.
It meets none of our norms.
Hatoku-sama should not be here.
You questioning your Inugo's orders, do your damn job.
Understood.
Over and out.
It is just as we expected.
Oda is here.
I will contact you with any news.
I know that borged out ogre.
Adam fucking Smasher!
Guy who killed you, right?
Guy, motherfucker's barely human! But hey, know what? I'm glad he's here.
You're glad?
Seeing as I woke up in a world without any Saburo, I'll have to be satisfied with Smasher for now.
You've gotta be satisfied. You got fuck all to lose!
Alright, fine. We eat. Your finger on the fucking trigger, I guess.
No. Don't do this.
You don't look too stable.
Sure, Takamura didn't plan a little "whoopsie- daisy" for you?
Fuck! Almost fell!
Careful! You must not draw attention!
Besides...
Told you so.
Yes, just so. Don't rush. I need you alive. Not the cops below.
I need you alive. Not the cops below. Not the cops below. Not the cops below.
It was 50 years ago in Night City, that our enemies showed their true colors.
Our monsters died.
"Soldier", "Engine down", "Target down"
What do you soldiers say? "Target down"!
Good words, do you?
You'll find a door to a staircase at the end of the room. It's the shortest route to the next sniper. He positioned himself high.
Keep me posted.
P, it is Oda again. Listen.
We have to announce that public safety has been compromised. She must be extracted - at once.
Arasaka is fully capable of protecting its principles. Ask your boss what he values more - the Arasaka image or his sister's life?
The situation is in hand, over and out.
Did you hear? They know something. Perhaps much. We must hurry.
A shooter patrols the footbridge.
Jack it.
Sniper, he can see you! Hide!
[music]
Well, that would be all.
Yes, apparently.
Well done.
What problem remains?
And that is...
The Parasaka Netrunner. She has taken control of all the networks.
We must get rid of her. We'll not be able to hijack the float otherwise.
She hides in an unfinished apartment building, near to the second sniper's nest.
Okay, on my way.
Now, V, I have an audition. Pull up a link.
Been on a while. Time for a break.
Fuck!
Danger!
I want you!
I... I managed to...
Oda, is he dead?
He's breathing... for now.
Please, Bea, show him mercy!
Must be his daughter!
There should be nothing standing in your way now! We press forward!
You and your fucking sick sense of honor!
Today's... your lucky day, though.
Can thank your old friend, Goro.
It is I who thank you, Bea.
Okay, prime. Online and in the system.
Hanako's inside.
What is she doing?
Trying to call someone, I think.
Try to listen. Do not forget to disarm the alarms. I must be able to enter.
I was warned that it was dangerous. I can't get in touch with Oda. Something's wrong.
If you cancel the parade, you'll be deemed weak.
Weak? Whose? Yours?
Ours.
I'm not here to persuade my father. I'm not here to be a puppet.
Everyone has a role in this show.
Michiko doesn't complain.
But if you insist, we can cancel it.
Cancel it all.
Your safety comes first.
Brother...
Let's finish this.
Thank you, Hanako.
This is a rare opportunity.
If we don't finish this, we'll regret it.
Girl, all systems jammed. It's now or never.
Father...
Hanako...
You are...
Please forgive me. Please listen to me.
Saburo is...
Don't talk about my father.
This is the last thing I can do for you.
Revealing the truth about Saburo's death...
Hanako doesn't want to be a puppet!
However...
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- V, are you secure?
- Yeah, for now.
Lost your fucking mind?!
- There's no time to explain. We must meet.
- Where are you?
- An abandoned apartment block on Pine Street.
Second floor, number 303.
Knock four times. Hurry!
Multi-story, dashi floats.
We turn uninterrupted repair to the neural tissue.
OK. Come inside. Quick.
I feared they had caught you.
Now you gonna tell me what the fuck you were thinking?!
I used a sedative. She tried to enable her tracker. I had no choice.
I offered her some tea.
You kidnap Hanako Arasaka and offer her a cup of fucking tea?!
Yes. She respectfully declined.
Tell her the truth about Yorinobu. No embellishment. And state your terms clearly.
Perhaps to you, she will listen.
Hanago-sama, she is that person.
Please listen to what she has to say.
Hanago-sama, I apologize on her behalf.
So I got exactly nothing to lose, but you got lots.
Hanago-sama, this is living proof of the terrible crime your brother committed.
We can confirm every word she speaks if only you will help her with the relic.
Hanago-sama...
Did you hear that?
Go uncheck.
Got a bad feeling about this.
Damn it!
Last chance to get the fuck out of here!
Can't leave him back there.
Forget him, guy's toast. Unless you wanna ride up like him.
Hello and I'm 360, you're in the wrong way.
Suspicious activity.
She attacked me!
The fuck you doin', you lost it?! He's beyond any sort of help!
You're not getting away with this!
You should not have returned! You will die here with me!
Thank me later! Need to find a way out now! Fast!
There are empty rooms to the right. It's our only chance!
Shoot!
Leave the flow to me!
Do they notice us?
Oh, shit!
Be careful!
We must go different ways! Alone we have a better chance!
Really?! Think so?!
Then go! Now!
Think they make these motels especially for royal fuck- ups like us?
A.C.s busted, dirty needles under the mattress, shitters clogged...
No, for real! Who fucking comes here to sleep?!
We're a couple of miles outside Night City...
Someone leaving town just keeps driving...
Somebody going there sleeps in the damn city...
What good's a motel in the middle of nowhere?!
Johnny...
Yeah?
Shut your gunk mouth! Please...
Saying random shit ain't gonna help anyone...
How the tables have turned...
Johnny! For Cranum...
Now you're the one sitting around waiting for SACA assault squads to storm in...
Anyone knocks, blast the fucking door. No warning.
And if it's Goral?
Who are you kidding? Been twenty-four hours since we split up... Complete radio silence...
Rest in peace, bastard...
Tell him yourself... Even without his implants, he was a good fighter...
He'll pull through?
Doesn't matter how good you are in Night City...
On your own, you're fucked...
Hear that?
Car...
At this hour, in this place...
Fuck...
Just one?
Finger on the trick, V...
I have a message for V.
Don't touch that door.
Are you asleep? It's time to wake up!
Who's there?
I said, who's there?!
Oh, want the whole motel to hear, or will you let me in?
Alright, gonna let you in.
Finally...
Ugh, that on the wall, is that... blood?
Yeah...
Knocked the last star off this stone.
So, you were saying... got a message?
Sitting right here...
Ugh, it'll start soon...
What'll start?
It's a doll.
Or a proxy.
I must make one thing clear...
I still think you are mad, but...
Hanako? That you?
But I can fool myself no longer.
I believe you.
Any word from Goral?
We split up when we went on the run.
Takemura is in a secure location.
That is all you need to know at this time.
How'd you find me?
Did you really think it would be enough to leave the city?
Takemura mentioned he had placed a tracker on you.
Yet even had he not...
When Arasaka wishes to find someone...
It finds them.
Porcelain, bitch.
Okay...
So now that you know and believe...
What's next?
You're a nobu planted at Tanto in the corporation's very heart.
I must act while the wound is fresh...
And you will help me.
You are living proof of his crime and treason.
You're gonna help me first.
Perhaps I did not speak clearly...
We must act quickly.
Well, I'm pretty tight on time too.
Dying, in fact.
My dead body'd make for a pretty lame-ass witness.
I understand.
Wanna know everything you know about Makoshi?
Makoshi?
One of my father's flagship projects.
A data fortress with servers situated on orbital stations...
All around Earth.
Think of it as an archive of personality constructs...
Digitized psyches.
Try a prison?
A matter of perspective.
In any case, that is not where you will find salvation.
If not without extensive knowledge of the relic and the construct creation procedure...
Managed to make contact with Alt Cunningham.
"The" Cunningham?
The very same who invented Soulkiller - using our own modified version now.
That should be more than useful.
Tracked down your runaway - Helman was hiding under Kang Tao's wing.
We chatted - think sooner or later the engram will completely consume me.
Process can't be stopped.
A surprisingly deterministic conclusion for a man of science.
At the very least - got my hands on the relic's schematics.
Got detailed information about its inner workings - project tech documentation...
All useful - even more so given that Helman is still alive.
I will contact him and explain that one does not leave Arasaka by the back door.
That's about the extent of what we got.
What now?
Let us meet in person. At Amber's, in the city centre. It is discreet.
Just remember one thing. From now on we both must exercise extreme caution.
Well, that's my job done.
Thank you for watching.
What's up? Got a few more words about the... the porcelain cunt?
Fuck!
Shit, get ready.
Fuck!
Johnny?
You ain't dying yet. I got you.
Johnny...
That smell's the sea breeze.
Get up. Pacific's beautiful this time of day.
Almost flatlined by that attack.
Almost.
You're right. Hard to take my eyes off it.
We in... Pacifica?
What's this building?
Old hotel, the Pistis Sophia.
We're her sole guests right now.
Wanted to show you something. Come on.
Saw the pseudo-endotrisome in your hand.
Can't very well function in this body without it, right?
Got the strange impression your comatose self wanted to get rid of me.
Actually put up a good fight.
Have you spent at least one hundred dollars on vegetarian meals? Collect your cream rolls and your chicken nuggets...
Did you want to pop the pill?
Cool your chrome. If I'd wanted full control, I'd have taken it already. Lots earlier.
Okay. I believe you.
Thanks.
Experience tenuous and visual overload.
Climb through the window. Can manage that... I think.
You wanted to know why I brought you here.
There's a hidey hole where I'm standing. Open it. Empty it.
These yours?
They were. Belong to you now.
Fifty years back...
Mexican conflict.
When I was a young pissbrain like you, I enlisted with a corp army.
Was in Mexico when I realized that no matter the conflict, corps always win.
Ordinary people always lose.
So that the "truth" you decided to reveal in song...
Well, deserted first.
Wound up here, locked in this room.
Laid in bed, staring at the ceiling fan for a good month.
I wouldn't mind lying down right now...
Watching the fan until the end of time.
It's why I brought you here.
Wasting days, weeks...
That's the step I want you to skip.
Why are you giving me these?
Imagine we're deployed together, fighting in a war, side by side...
Would you take a bullet for me?
I... I don't know.
Answer me.
Dumbass question.
Yes or no?
I... would... yeah.
Belong to a man who sacrificed his life for mine in Mexico.
Been thinking about our... predicament.
Wanna be clear... I will do you no wrong.
When the time comes it'll be my life for yours.
I'll agree to get wiped.
Tags are proof of my promise.
I... I'd do the same for you.
Yeah... thanks.
You seriously considering Hanako's offer?
Hanako and I want the same thing.
Ha, yeah. Listen, you'll do what you think's right. You're in charge here. Just got one request.
Well?
Adam Smasher. Fucker who got the better of me. Whatever happens to me, I want him zeroed, gone, tossed into the wind as mulch.
Seriously. Smasher. He suddenly comes to mind. Last time we saw him we--
Didn't have a chance to say hello. That's why we gotta find him. Finally end this.
That your dying wish? Revenge?
It's more than that. And I'll need you to take Rogue with you. It's important to me. And it's just as important for her.
That ain't true.
So I gotta tell Rogue... everything?
Think I'd better do that. Handle it personally.
You'll drop the pills for Misty. And I'll steer the ship for a bit.
Not at all excited about this plan. Realize that, right?
Just gonna have a quick chat with Rogue about Smasher. Then I'm out. I promise.
Rogue's convenient cover.
For what? Me seizing control of your body at long last?
Or some gunk-ass suicide plan to attack Arasaka again. Know you're pretty damn well at this point, Johnny.
For the last time... no secret plan.
Not sure you've earned my trust.
This needs to work both ways, Vi. You enjoy complete control over me at all times.
Don't even enjoy control over myself.
You're the one who makes the bad calls. All I can do is advise... and ask for favors... like I'm doing now.
Need to know exactly what you plan to do.
I'll tell Rogue the truth. See if she's willing to help.
Hey, just busted out of Seoul prison. Check out my new ass.
All I gotta do is mention Smasher. Serve him up on a platter.
Muse over the old days... easy.
Fine. I'll do this... for you.
Appreciate it, thanks. Take me to the afterlife. Promise... you won't regret this.
Feeling better... should get going.
Still feel a sharp something near your heart?
Doubt that's ever going away.
The Hotel Pista Sophia. That right?
Mm-hmm. Good place to die.
Just not today.
Hey V, Michael called. Before sundown, out front of the megatower. Gonna be there?
Course I will.
See you then.
Welcome back.
So, you ready? Rogue should be here any minute.
Okay, one more time.
She's gonna talk to Rogue about Smasher, right?
Then you'll hand me the wheel, hop back in the passenger seat.
That is the plan.
Don't worry, I'll be gentle. You might even enjoy it.
Actually, regretting this already.
You're gonna strum her guilt and squeeze her for favors.
Remind her all about how she left you to die in Sokka Tower.
First, she was sure I was dead already.
Second, I'd never do that to her.
Don't have to.
What, you gonna use your charm?
Rogue's never said no to me. Ever.
Okay, I'm ready.
Jess? What's up?
About fucking time.
Look a little... different.
Fuss with your hair, or...
It's good to be back.
Never knew you'd gone off somewhere.
What's your poison?
Blue glass.
It's good.
Gimme another.
You got it.
Thank you for watching.
You know what I need now?
Is it on the menu?
Information.
Cassius Ryder.
He's dead breathing?
Tattoo guy? I haven't seen him in a good long while.
You're gonna have to check up on him yourself.
Works in Watson, not on Pershing.
So will it be Billy Goat or the other one?
Other one.
She's gonna love it.
Sure she will.
Jeremiah Creison.
Heard he's an operator for Smasher.
But you didn't hear that from me.
Hey, who are you again?
Yeah. Could say we had something in common.
Ruby Collins.
Sloppy second for Grace, after I banged her.
Hey! What the...
Hey! Drink, slinger!
Faster!
One, two! One, two!
Yeah!
Left or right?
I think I got something better.
Hey, you ruby?
What, you've heard about me?
Let's get out of here.
Tell you what I heard, then you'll show me if I'm right.
Just got a little base to take care of first.
*cough*
Yo! Get your fuckin' balls off Ruby! She ain't goin' anywhere with you! She's on the clock, got it?!
Fuck, I missed this!
Be waitin' outside!
You waiting for me?
Let's go back to my place.
Where to?
martin street.
But take the long way.
Look good on you.
Got a light?
We could have died.
Ruby...
Maybe I'll call... I'll call...
Ruby, focus! I need to talk to Grayson.
Hello, Night City.
The...
Spit blood first thing every morning?
Talk about something else, please.
Sure.
First time you walked up... sense there was something familiar about you.
Blah, blah, Johnny told you.
Uh... did we... you know?
No... Gunk was too drunk.
He called me early morning.
Course, I thought it was you.
And I thought... cute kid.
Too bad she's gone completely whacked.
Hah... came to see for yourself, huh?
Morbid curiosity.
Mm-hmm... and I found Johnny Silverhand.
That feels... weird...
This... you... knowin' about Johnny?
Face is changing, you know?
Still look like V.
But that mean smirk... I'd know it anywhere.
How he talks... moves... how he smokes...
Pfft... I don't smoke.
I know... could never confuse you two.
So sleep soundly.
Smasher... he... he tell you about him?
Yes... didn't know he'd come back to N.C.
Johnny found some way to get at him.
Wait... Grayson?
Jeremiah Grayson... works for Smasher.
Johnny got a tip off some stripper, don't ask me how.
Ebunike... just that.
Still... let me see what I can do.
We're gonna get that son of a bitch.
You know what Smasher's been up to all this time?
Disappeared after the Sokka Tower assault in 2023.
All thought he was gone for good...
Then suddenly reappeared.
Did a few mondo jobs for Arasoka...
Then went right back to ground.
Nobody's seen him in years...
Except Grayson... apparently.
Can I help at all?
In your state?
You're useless... almost.
I'll buzz you when I learn something.
Okay.
Unbelievable, that bastard's somewhere in your head.
*slurp*
*grunt*
*slurp*
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. Never. Again.
Had no idea the pills would lay you out like this.
Maybe it wouldn't be bad if you hadn't chased them down with fuck knows what.
You tricked me. You're supposed to talk to Rogue.
Did talk to her.
The stripper. Empathy brawl. Tattoo.
All required, man. Had to give Rogue something real, didn't I?
Ebunike? A lead on Grayson supposed to be a lead on Smasher?
Lead to lead? That's real?
Real enough for Rogue. Quit mumble whining and let's delta.
Hey V, you ready?
So glad you came.
Molded over in my head, you all were right.
Sometimes the only rational course of action is a kick in the nuts and a bullet between the eyes.
You nervous, Tom?
How'd you know?
First time you've done anything like this.
Just imagine you're doing what a doll does, just... different program.
You're great at that.
Any idea how I can get to Hiromi?
Pulled the blueprint, got it all figured out.
Not all, but we're good on the penthouse.
Best bets to access it from the service level.
Gotta weigh in from there.
And Michael? Where's she?
Meeting with Hiromi, to avoid raising any suspicions.
She'll make him stay put until we're in.
Just remember, let the behavioral chip do what it wants.
Got no time to deliberate and weigh decisions.
Just follow your instincts.
Freeze, tense up even for a second.
Could cost you your life.
Alright, we going in?
Let's do this.
...that cannot be cured by replacing the affected tissue with implant technology.
But the experts at Biodyne have created nanites that, when injected into the spinal cord...
...provide long-term, uninterrupted repair to the neural tissue.
You two, head in right after us. Go straight to Clouds.
About fucking time.
Stay sharp. Gangoons might be lurking.
The 10,000 acre of dumping ground ranks them among the largest and...
Got a jacket and a panel on the other side. Can you take 'em out?
*cough*
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Among them were Cangtao, Arasaka, more technologies and dynamo.
How's the stitch?
We're inside of clouds.
Who's taking which floor?
I'll take the lower level. Tom will head upstairs.
We're all set.
Past ninety-nine to one against.
I was that one voice of dissent.
Do I need to show you what'll happen to this bill if you, the people of Night City,
treat me as your mayor?
All right, I'm with you.
Jump down onto the balcony. Careful, though, okay?
Careful, though.
Yeah, I know what I said - fuck you!
'Kay, later troops - I'll be late.
I told you, we have shit tons of work.
No, don't wait up.
I don't want any fucking dinner!
Everything you cook tastes like soda!
Anyway - love you, too.
[crunching]
[grunts]
[footsteps]
[cell phone vibrating]
Not if I got anything to say about it.
[cell phone vibrating]
What's going on? Is someone in here?!
[grunts]
Same here!
Go to the surveillance cam in front of the security room.
I was hoping you'd make less trouble getting here.
Luckily, they're all jacked into virtues. It'd be game over otherwise.
Right, wrong... chicks'll give you shit no matter what you do.
This one's a real charmer, too.
I don't like her, either. Tries too hard.
Could've called off the guards, you know? Would've been quicker, simpler...
I don't have that kind of authority... yet.
Why are there three guys? What's she planning?
That's our target - Hiromi Sato.
What are they watching?
Demo reel of Cloud's next top doll - specially selected by yours truly.
The lucky girl's gonna replace Evelyn - hope she proves smarter.
Who are the other two?
Target audience of today's presentation - Hiromi answers to them directly.
Now they're gonna watch him die in a pool of his own piss.
This is not what we agreed.
Look at me - see this?
This is a look of un-fucking-surprise on my face.
I know the clause. To them, power is a question of strength - ruthlessness.
This is the only way.
Michael!
I'm about to jack 'em out - they will not be chirpy after the rude awakening.
One show ends, another begins - just as good and unforgettable, understand?
Well, she is no parker.
Wait... what's going on? Who is this?
Living proof that Hiromi Sado's time is up.
This mark has already disturbed the clientele at Clouds once.
She murdered Oswald Vorst - and now she's invaded Mr. Sado's private residence.
As if that were not enough - this is where Hiromi's sheer incompetence has led all of us to.
What the hell?!
I have long looked upon Hiromi Sado's foolish, inept endeavors - but this?
I think it's obvious he has outlived his usefulness.
V, what the fuck's she doing?!
Clouds needs new management.
Am I to understand that this future manager stands before me now, speaking with such zeal?!
Hold on, Maiko - I think you're getting carried away.
I see not all has been agreed.
V, you gotta take 'em down - that's why we're here!
Dawes at Clouds are declaring their independence - club will be run by them, and only them.
V, let me do the talking.
Tigerclaws will get a cut of the revenue, but they'll have no say in how the club is run.
Stop this right now!
I'll get everything under control.
You cannot even control your own mercenary!
Hiromi will answer for his incompetence - later.
Whereas you will answer for your insolence - now.
Oh, fuck you myself!
Finally!
Hey, what the hell were you thinking?
You any idea what's gonna happen now?
What might that be?
They'll have their revenge. You've turned Clouds into a ticking time bomb.
Tried to pull a fast one on everybody, didn't you?
Jubbed aboard the liberation train, pretending you wanted to help.
But all you wanted was to take Hiromi's place.
Bravo! But you missed just one detail - I still can!
And no one can stop me - not their corpses, not yours!
Gah!
All right, V, get outta there.
Exit's on the lower level of the apartment.
Then find the elevator.
[Coin sound]
Tom and Roxy are outside and safe. They weren't followed.
Get down to street level. Waiting by the food stalls.
Shoulda seen that coming. Probably had this planned from the start. Same sec we walked into her office. Jesus am I a gok.
Who cares what she was scheming? We did it. That's what matters. Clouds belongs to the dolls now.
You're right. That was the plan all along. And you made it happen.
Thank you.
See you later, Lee.
See you around, Jenny.
V?
Got to the bottom of Ebonike. Flicked pings to some contacts.
Grayson buzzed familiar for a friend from the olden days.
He did some digging. Found something - section of the docks that's maelstrom turf.
So why are these docks called Ebonike? Pretty sure it's got nothing to do with some long-dead mayor.
Dead wrong, actually. It's not the docks - it's an old container ship named after the guy.
So you found Grayson? You really got an in with Smasher?
Come see me - afterlife. We'll talk.
Okay.
Hey, dude - what's up?
Ha, you know - fable. You?
Funny - I was just thinking about you.
So, do I got amazing timing? Or are you always thinking about me?
You know, I could be cursing your name in my thoughts.
Oh, hey - I'm just glad you remember me at all. 'Cause I got a favor to ask.
Ask away - it's never boring with you.
Interesting people aren't easily bored.
Not in your company.
Okay, now that we've blown each other - what's up?
You're on a need-to-know basis.
So - this particular mission don't require you to have no gun - just a wetsuit.
Oh - gotta say, I'm intrigued. Why the wetsuit?
Can't back out now - just gonna have to use your imagination.
Really know how to reel me in, don't you?
Ain't seen nothin' yet.
Alright then - count me in.
But I gotta warn you - I look great in a wetsuit.
Believe it when I see it!
Damn out past Rancho Coronado - know it?
Sure - what about it?
Little, uh, abandoned bungalow lakeside - meet me there - that sundown.
Okay - um - is this a date?
Guess you'll have to find out - we'll have to - fear me.
V, lookin' good.
You mean, considering the shit we've been through?
Well, factor that in and you look fuckin' amazing.
Any news from the Moxers? Events? Ideas?
Dunno - don't see all that much of 'em.
How come?
You know how they are - piss me off sometimes is all.
So what's the latest from Clouds? Know anything?
Nothin' of any interest.
Got a new situation and everybody's tryin' to adapt.
Me too.
Doesn't sound like it's all okay.
Doesn't mean it isn't.
Somethin' got you down all of a sudden?
Um... no.
Judy...
Can we please not talk about Clouds and the Mox or Arasaka and Militech and how the world's goin' to shit?
Just... rather not think about any of that today - anything dark.
So... ready to tell me what we're doin' here?
Well... been tinkerin' with virtues a lot lately and figured out a way to scroll two actors' experiences at the same time.
Thought we could try it out - if you're down, of course.
What do I gotta do?
You, my friend, are just gonna scroll me a virtue.
That's it.
Now, now - let's not get ahead of ourselves.
This could be my greatest work... ever.
Sounds like we could do this anywhere.
Why did we come all the way out here? What is this place?
Cottage belonged to someone I knew.
It's empty now - I take the liberty to use it from time to time.
And that's where we're gonna scroll?
No - we're gonna scroll underwater.
Nope, no way - bad idea. Tell her to find some other "yes, woman".
What do you say? You in?
Why would you say that?
I don't know - don't like the idea, that's all.
It's just - when I think about the dark, the deep...
palms that I don't fuckin' have get clammy with sweat I don't secrete.
You're more than welcome to stay on shore.
Hell yeah, I'm in.
Awesome!
So, uh... let's go! Got the hardware here.
All right, get that booty of yours suited up.
Let's get this scroller on you.
Haven't even asked me if I know how to swim.
Not worried I'll just sink to the bottom like a bag of rocks?
"A bag of rocks"? Come on, don't sell yourself short.
Looked pretty damn fine in that wetsuit.
Should see me in my max-tech uniform.
Whoa! Then you have one?
Indeed I do. One and in a bet.
Still hangs in my closet, waiting for the right... occasion.
Huh. Gonna hold you to that.
Water's... toxic. That not a problem?
Whole reason we're suitin' up.
All right, let's do this.
Whew! Freezing-ass water, here I come!
Okay, we're all set.
You go first!
Stay close behind me... and don't descend too fast.
It'll be pitch black, but the currents are gentle. Oughta be safe. Want the precise coordinates?
Not why bother. I'll just stick close to you.
Okey dokes.
Virtues are more to you than just a way to churn out eddies, huh?
Well, duh! Think it - paintings, songs - they're meant to produce emotion responses.
Generally how any kind of creativity works, sure.
Right, so art's a casing - trigger - for emotion.
Well, BTs are emotion in near-pure form.
This is it.
Swim over here and look straight at me, will you?
Great.
Right, signal's clear. Just need your help with a few basic checks.
Need to calibrate our gear.
First up - motion sensors and scrollin'.
Circle around me, swim.
Enjoying the view?
Well, you - you see what I see, like - in real- time?
Oh yeah - I see everything.
Visual sensors are gettin' stemmed right now - can't be denied.
To think I never realized how fit you were!
Don't get excited - oxygen supply is limited.
Great - motion calibrated.
Now swim, Heather.
Next up - sound check.
I'm gonna hum a song - you give me the title.
Read me?
Hey, I know that. Eris Orientino, only you.
Never did go in for sentimental stuff. Got stuck in my head lately, though, that one.
All right, that ought to do it. We are now...
Sanked. Why now?
Prepare to have your mind blown. Wait for it...
Now grab this and hold on tight.
Down we go.
Impressive, huh?
That's... that's incredible.
What is it?
Our very own Atlantis.
Used to be called Laguna Bend.
Just fifteen years ago, people still lived here.
Yeah, I remember.
NC Dam Limited made plans to build a dam.
People protested and...
the rest is history.
Houses, playgrounds... all flooded.
Got some connection to this place, right?
You got it.
Grew up here.
Haven't been back since Laguna Bend was wiped off the map.
Why are you showing me this?
It's important to me?
Got a feeling this'll be perfect for my experiment.
Why is this stand to be perfect?
Hoping you'll be able to pick up all the unfiltered mess of emotions this place brings out in me.
Like it or not, you'll react to those feelings.
That's what I want to capture.
Sounds nova. Let's do this.
Played this moment coming back so many times in my head.
Taken me years... working up the nerve for this.
Why didn't you come earlier?
Good question.
Easy answer would be that I didn't have time, gear, stars weren't ever aligned.
Truth is, the very idea just felt... weird.
Besides, didn't want to come here alone... or with some randos.
Flo's Diner - best eatery in town? Only one at that, too. Burgers weren't amazing - too greasy. Big - of course I say that now. Back then, they were the best thing I'd ever chewed and swallowed.
And next door - that's where we lived - me and my grandparents. Just let me know when you want to forge ahead.
Got something here. Looks like an old photocam.
DPI 350. Practically an antique.
Like it?
You getting? It's awesome!
Looks like this fell off your one and only eatery.
But see now, your childhood tasted like scopedogs from Capitan Caliente, with habanero sauce extra hot.
Course, tasted even better when you stole them off the stand.
You know what they say, it ain't caliente if it don't burn on the way in - and - out.
Weird place for a framed picture.
Water probably carried it out of someone's house. Anything to make out?
No... not much.
A hockey stick? Is there a skating rink here?
I wish... played street hockey on rolling plates.
Quit schmoozing, Alma! I'm losing 'cause of you!
Connie! You're dead meat anyway!
Connie!
What about your parents?
Dad was never in the picture.
Mom died when I was tiny.
Can barely remember her.
I still have her picture, but you know...
I see a stranger there.
What was that? It was voices.
Voices? Didn't hear anything but you just now.
What was it like, living with your grandparents? How were they?
Grandad had a real knack for things technical. Taught me everything I know.
And the stories he told... never got bored listening to 'em.
And grandma was... temperamental.
Hot one second, coolest deal the next.
Where'd your grandparents go? Night city?
Yeah, for a couple years. Rented the unit that's mine now.
But they hated the city. Moved up to Oregon. Still go and visit 'em sometimes.
Here, take this camera. Better off in your hands than sittin' here collectin' algae.
Gosh, thanks!
Let's keep going, Judy. Aye aye, Captain. Follow me.
We lookin' for anything in particular here?
Nah. Can't hurt to look around, though. Pickin' up very chill vibes. Feels like we're outside of time, like in a snow globe. After that we can see what lies up ahead.
I gotta say, don't really get why they left their wheels behind when they had to evacuate.
Hey, how old do you think I am?! These hunks of metal have got half a century on 'em!
When I was about yay high, they were already here - and not in much better shape.
Good cover for playing Max Tack and psychos, though.
Dare to imagine anything that could be more out of place than an underwater world.
Mmm... Bottled water?
Touche, Judy, touche.
This isn't yours?
Poor thing...
Been here all alone for 20 years.
So it is yours?
No. It was Jenny Chapman's.
You took her doll?
As if! Hit it! It was a monster.
You hit it? Why?
'Cause I thought only losers played with dolls.
What I really wanted was for her to notice me.
Ah, the days when dolls were just kids' toys and nothing else.
Wanna see what's further on?
Come on, then. Wanna show you something?
Got no idea how weird it feels, swimming through here.
Where you used to run, as a kid.
Where daily life grinded along.
Can imagine it a bit.
Church hasn't aged at all. Always looked old and like it had landed here from outer space.
Now I can almost hear them.
Don't know how it's possible, but think I hear those bells too.
Seriously? You can "hear" my memories?
Could look for another way inside.
You like going to this church?
Never actually went to church.
Never even really paid attention to it.
It was just...
People gathered here to plan a protest.
Did it achieve anything?
Found an opening. Think we're safe to go through here.
On my way.
Snuck in here once when no one was around. Stood at the altar and tried to imagine what went through the body's mind, looking at all those people.
And I wondered how he could read people's thoughts and know everything.
Then I screamed at the top of my lungs to check the acoustics.
Didn't get you.
You heard that?!
No!
V! Please!
Oh, thank fuck! You're alive!
What happened?
You passed out.
How'd you manage to lift me out?
Don't know. Didn't think about it. Just did what I had to do.
Hey, careful. Easy now.
So... you're saying you saved my life. Thank you.
Told you diving into this toxic waste was gonna end badly.
But you just don't fucking listen!
I heard something weird just now. Sounded like... complaining?
Complaining? That the best you got, kid?
You... heard that?
Incredible. It never happened before, but...
No worries. It's... it's Johnny Silverhand's construct.
Heard his thoughts, not mine.
Johnny... what?!
Remember the relic? Reason for the whole damn heist.
Johnny Silverhand's digitized psyche was on it and...
well... his personality's seeping into my mind, taking over.
Somebody whose mind's overriding mine.
Ugh... shit, V.
That mean you're... disappearing?
Can you stop it?
And here we go.
Got an idea. A plan. Just... don't know if it'll... well... work.
Why do I even bother?
Doubt you should go back to the city just now.
I'm pretty beat, too. Last thing I wanna do is drive.
Let's stay the night. What do you think?
Stay... where, exactly? Are we gonna camp on the shore?
Nope. There. Our cottage for the day. How 'bout it?
Why the hell... not?
Whose cottage is that, then? You said you knew the owner.
One of our neighbors was hell-bent on staying in Laguna Bent.
Padges literally dragged him out of his house before the water came in.
So he built himself another house as close as he possibly could, but...
then he got sick. Water was way more toxic back then.
You must be chilled to the bone. I'll brew a pot.
How do you take yours?
Milk and sugar, please. Going all in, huh?
Ah, forgot to start the generator.
A generator. What's next, jacuzzi? Finished sauna?
No, but there is running water.
I could turn it on.
You're gonna take it easy.
Promise to take it slow.
What an incredible dive. Doesn't get more relaxing than that.
Powers up. Your little spa is open for business!
What was that? Couldn't hear you clearly.
Something the matter?
No, nothing.
Don't bullshit me, Judy.
We're still synced, remember?
Clouds has gone to shit.
Tiger Claw No-Necks took revenge for Hiromi and the rest.
There was a firefight. Tom's dead.
Roxanne barely got out alive.
House is closed until further notice.
I'd rather not talk or think about it.
I didn't want to tell you...
I wanted this to be just our day.
I want it.
It is ours.
You know what I'm trying to say?
But what did it mean, like to you?
Think it... I mean...
I hope it was the beginning of something nice.
Unless you see things differently.
Can be such a gonk sometimes.
Ruined my plans, you know that?
Was gonna leave Night City in the dust for good.
But now I think...
I think I gotta stay.
Ah, well...
Guess I'll have to make it up to you, won't I?
Hmm...
Well, that would be appropriate.
Gimme your hand, Lee.
All said, congrats. Just gave you unlimited access to my pad.
Whoa. Asking me to move in?
If it's what you want. Or just drop by when the urge grabs you.
Don't know what to say. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me.
Really shows trust.
Wanna go there now?
You can, if you want.
Gonna stick around for a bit before I head back.
See you, Judy.
- Have something for me, too? - Hey, what gave 'em the bitch, Billy?
Minor details that...
"The" Crispin Wayland is helping us.
"A" Wayland...
I hear you're haunting Smasher.
Ready? We'll talk on the way.
Whoa, watch out. Might just answer you. Let's focus on "the".
Wayland... of "the" Wayland.
Yes, girl. I take it you heard of old Andrew Boa Boa.
Like everybody in this town.
That is nice, but me don't share me father's aspirations.
So me expect to live longer than he did.
We going?
Gonna be joining us?
Nah, I already did me part.
Don't tell me you don't wanna see Smasher dead.
Me sure would, but not so close.
The bastard has a bad habit of coming back from the dead.
True bastards somehow always find a way.
Let's go.
Good luck.
Got you a little somethin'.
Try it on.
This Johnny's jacket?
Whoa, with me wearin' it, you sure you won't confuse us?
Quite sure. Thanks.
A replica. Made to order.
Real jacket must've disintegrated into dust years ago.
Thanks.
Jump in.
Finally lookin' half decent.
What'd Johnny say about me?
Know you two talk. All the time.
Said you're the best. Always were.
The best? Too bad that comes at a price.
Sure you're up for this?
What? You gettin' cold feet?
No. Just... don't wanna see Johnny haze you.
Adam Smasher's his obsession. Not yours.
Think so?
Just tryin' to play fair.
Little weird you didn't run into Smasher before now.
Came up in conversation. Time to time.
But, uh... never tried to track him down.
Listen, V. The fact that Johnny's back changes things, okay?
Okay, sure. Believe me, Ed, no.
Okay, here's as far as we go.
Might be our lucky day. Drop Grayson and Smasher in one go.
Fuckers gotta be around here somewhere.
So what's our plan?
Wayland saw Grayson somewhere on the docks. He was with somebody.
Smasher...
So I hope. Gotta get to the Maelstrom data term first.
There should be some info on Smasher there.
Main stash house. Data terms there.
Know where their data term is? How, exactly?
Set up the by myself. Athena D3. External database.
Didn't know you worked for Maelstrom.
Work for anybody... long as it's on my terms.
See, I missed a lot these last fifty years.
Okay, we can start.
Ready?!
Too many rats around. Better wait 'til a little darkness creeps in.
And in the meantime we do what?
Wait and watch.
Okay, good as it's gonna get.
Maelstrom's got the docks covered, and you'll cover me.
Come on, let's go.
She's ten. Cover her, just in case.
She's ten.
All right, we got it. Scan it, see if there's anything we can use. I'll watch the door.
Now it knows exactly where to find him. She's stalling. Told you, rogue's still scared of the asshole.
It's like they're hiding out on the ship.
Okay, let's see what we turn up.
Over there, to the right.
There she is - the Ebunike.
Not lookin' so hot.
Even shittier on the inside.
Let's go!
Oh, Christ...
Don't get yourself spotted!
Kinda hard...
Gotta search the deck.
Okay.
Why are you even doin' this?
I'm settling a score.
Avenge him, Johnny.
That too.
Recordings, seem like to me.
Think you can play 'em back?
I can give it a shot.
There a fuckin' point to this? Just find the motherfucker and do it.
No idea who's backing you, but if anything happens to Mallory...
You have twenty-four hours. Fail to back out of the Nightcorp deal by then, the girl dies.
Fuck! Don't you understand?! You can't blackmail the entire Militech board by kidnapping one!
I know. I'm blackmailing you. Twenty-four hours.
There's corporal life for you. Upstairs, summits, handshakes, back slapping, dick waving...
Downstairs, smashes holdin' a gun to somebody's head.
How much is left?
An hour. It's not going to work. Like I said...
So why all this? The girl...
She dies in an hour. As ordered.
Why do you even record that?
Grayson might've. To have dirt on Smasher.
Think you're giving Grayson too much credit?
I think everyone would agree.
I'm going to rip off your fingernail and feed it to you!
Okay! Guns a-blazin', men!
I'm going to Nelstrom's main storage. Data terms there. Gotta check. See if they have anything on Smash.
I'm impressed! Seriously!
Fuck, you hear that?
Greyson! Yeah!
No, not that. Fuckers shooting at me with my own gun!
Malorian, .35-16. Signature sound, I'd know it anywhere.
You're not getting out alive!
Come here, you!
Grab the gun.
Not yours, I don't think.
Grayson...
Oh my, Rogue!
You and me not playing for the same team anymore?
Guess I'm not at all surprised.
Seems your specialty - slipping shivs in the backs of allies.
And we're a smasher.
Huh.
You two familiar?
Everybody knows Rogue.
Livin' legend that she is.
Ever wonder how Rogue survived after the attack on the tower?
How in hell no one ever hunted her down?
Her alone...
Out of all that Atlantis trash - 'cause I do -
I truly wonder how far she had to go to set herself up so comfy.
Who'd she fingerfuck?
Whose crack did she have to lick to -
Ugh!
What's he goin' on about?
He's tryin' to throw you off.
Gunk thinks he can still squirm outta this.
Where's Smasher now?
With the Arasakas.
But I think you know that already.
When's he due back?
Never.
Faithful old Adam's just been named head of security there.
Not comin' back to this rat hole ever.
I stayed behind just to tie off his loose ends.
Shit!
Could say that again.
You two will never jump that high.
Smasher's outta your reach.
But don't feel bad.
He'll find you himself.
Likes to resolve shit like this in person.
You're fuckin' useless.
Let me do the honors, V.
Hey!
Why you so interested in Smasher anyway?
I'm not...
interested in Silverhand and what happened to him.
Johnny Silverhand?
What do you wanna know?
Silverhand's iron. You had it.
What?
You a fan, too?
Smasher give it to you?
Uh-huh.
Reward for a special job well done.
Smasher ever tell you what he did with Silverhand's body?
Bat into him, huh? Plan to exhume that scop?
Or you just wanna hear how he died - soaked in his own piss, neurons scorched by Soulkiller?
What did they do with him?!
Landlands... near the oilfields... buried out there... 101 northbound...
Then head for the landfill... dig deep enough... might even find a... shit smeared...
Heard 'em now. Finish him, fucker.
Let's end this quickly. Wanna rip my eyes out just lookin' at 'em?
No, no, wait! I got somethin'! Silverhand... you're into him, right? Could give you somethin'.
He deserve extinction? Do I end him?
Yes... meaning... do what you think is right.
Smasher's got somethin' that was Johnny's!
Could be yours... j-just gotta let me live!
How'd Smasher wind up with Johnny's stuff?
Told me Saburo Arasaka ordered him to get rid of the body... and he in all sundry's... sold most of it... except the Malorian... and... what I got.
You got lucky today.
Turning soft on me, Vi.
What I promised...
in the container...
on that Goliath over there.
What's inside?
You'll see.
Got the access cart... right here.
Take it.
For fuck's sake.
Pointless. This whole thing. Still no leads, nowhere to go from here.
Fuck. Vi, tell her.
To Johnny, this is more than a fifty-year-old grudge.
Really? Like, what is it?
It's about you. He wanted to do this with you.
What, to cheer me up? Didn't work.
Smasher...
Fuck! You don't get it. This isn't about Smasher.
He's just the goddamn tip of the iceberg. Even if we get him, what does that get us?
No reason to stay. I'm out.
Not at all curious?
Later, Vi.
Leave her alone, Vi. She'll get it together. But times like this, she prefers to be alone.
Okay. I get that.
Gotta get that container down somehow. If there's something of mine in there, I want it back.
Okay. Looking for the control panel.
Oh, fuck. Think I know what it is.
Let's see what we got here.
Take that rag off it.
Okay.
My ride. Hop in. I'll even let you drive.
Purrs like a dream.
Oh, yeah.
All right. Let's go see where they fuckin' planted my ass.
Never realized the thing between you and Rogue was that serious.
Ah, damn right it was serious. When we met up, someone always dies.
Feet! A vehicle of mine went dark near your position.
Definitely your style. Fine, keep an eye out.
There was always something going on, and she had a killer eye on me.
So I've been able to determine the precise location.
Let's never run up the mill. Although, did try to take her to see a flick once.
And...
And nothing came of it. As usual.
Not far now.
Worse than I thought.
Okay, gotta be around here somewhere.
Can't believe they bothered to truck it all the way out here.
Eh, better than the junkyard where I landed.
So that's how it is.
Nothing here at all.
What did you expect? Headstone, flag and flowers?
No, I... I don't know.
A marker. Something. Anything.
Really need symbolic, empty gestures?
Guess I do.
Thought I'd feel like I closed a chapter here.
Like I'd said goodbye to the old silver hand.
Hello to the new.
And how do you feel?
Like I never even was.
Or like I was still inside Mikoshi.
We'll figure something out.
Better now?
A bit. But let's say it was my real grave, what would you write? "Here lies Johnny Silverhand."
The guy who saved my life.
V, you don't know how much I want that to be true.
Listen, I realize I fucked up a lot of things.
Either let down or used every last person who gave me their trust.
Blind, selfish bastard that I was.
But I've managed one thing for now.
Not to fuck this up, but we have.
Been a long, bumpy road, but we made it.
Most people I thought were my friends.
They couldn't even stand to be in the same room with me.
You're fucking closest to me by a long shot.
There, 24/7.
And yet, you don't seem to hate my living guts.
You were a real dickwipe at first.
You sort of deserved it.
Remember waking up at Victor's not knowing about me?
I'm seeing things, I'm scared.
Then moaning at Misties about how you didn't want to die.
Remember you whining for smokes in the middle of the night.
Complaining about not being able to kill me.
Never thought we'd make it this far.
When you said you'd let your friends down,
did you mean Rogue?
Rogue,
Vault,
Carrie,
Santiago.
Not all is lost yet,
at least with Rogue.
Pretend nothing's changed over fifty years,
can't just insert myself into her life.
Already have.
True that.
You know, did promise her I'd take her to the movies
long, long ago.
Good idea!
Call her for me?
Ask if she's free some night?
Thing is, you'd have to surrender control
again.
Yeah.
I'll call her.
Okay.
That's Delta. Nothing to see here, after all.
Worth coming out all the same?
Absolutely.
Thanks, Vi.
Of all the heads I could've popped up in,
hell, I'm glad it was yours.
V.
Johnny wants to ask you out on a date. What do you think?
Johnny's asking? Or is it you?
Johnny? You're the one who said you got no trouble telling us apart.
Okay. And where'd we go?
Where'd you wanna go?
Silver Pixel Cloud in North Oak.
Okay. I'll swing by the afterlife, pick you up.
Some crew taking you along as bait?
That a compliment?
You look... different.
Try again. Maybe you'll find some charm a third time around.
Hey, Rogue. Ready?
Again, you.
We going?
Where's Johnny? Couldn't make it, after all?
You look... wow.
That Johnny's wow? Or yours?
When's he gonna show?
He'll join us later.
See you keep him on a short leash.
Wise beyond your years.
This... Johnny's Porsche?
Where'd you get it?
That's what was in the container. The one Grayson was talking about.
Hm. Okay.
Got a lot of memories in this car.
Let's go.
Silver Pixel Cloud your favorite place?
Once, probably. Haven't been there in ages.
Drive-ins went out of style a century ago.
But Silver Pixel's still hanging in there.
Sounds like a preem place for a date.
Thought so, too.
Which is why I suggested Johnny take me there... a million years ago.
So it wasn't his idea...
'Course not. His idea of a romantic night out was blowing up our Osaka HQ.
All right, V. Tell me what's going on. For real.
Meaning...?
Johnny doesn't do a thing without an ulterior motive. So what's in play this time?
He really does want to spend some time with you.
No hooks, no lines, no sinkers.
Right...
Rogue, just taking it all in.
A selfless Johnny Silverhand.
Apparently you're a positive influence on him.
Fuck. I don't believe it.
It really has been years.
Managed to shut the whole thing down.
V, try to get inside.
Can't stop us, won't stop us. We asked you out on a date.
All right. Do your thing. I'll watch.
Okay. Gotta be the past, this.
Guess we really are going to the movies.
Wham-bam, sha-la-la!
All right, let's go!
Well done!
Try and get the projector started. I'll get us some seats.
Sure thing.
Right, let's go check the projector.
Entrance is over here.
Okay, looks like I found the projector.
You wouldn't happen to know how to get it up and running.
Not to see...
Look at that! Last played Bushido X. Perfect!
Looks like a spurt of runny shit.
V, we're at a drive-in. Movie's the last thing we care about.
Just want some background noise. A little blood, tits and gore. That sort of thing.
Bushido will give you that.
All right, V. Run along. I'll take it from here.
Have fun, you crazy kids.
Grabbed us in the best spots. Hop on up.
Oh, so that's how you do it. Rogue, I don't need this world anymore. And I need you.
Johnny, I was wrong about you. And it's a crying shame.
Is this how you imagined this evening going?
Always knew things would have to change for us to just go out and catch a movie. Never imagined they'd change this much.
Let's pretend it's 2015, huh? We just met, and I got no idea what a bastard you are.
But I like 2077, Rogue.
A far inferior version.
Okay, so it's 2015. If you could do it all again, what would you change? Anything at all?
I'd do everything in my power not to lose you.
Johnny, I...
Hey, hey, hey. What's this?
Nothing. It's just... I had a lot of time to think while you were away. What ifs and all that.
You sure that's it? Nothing about Grayson or Smasher?
What? What's Smasher got to do with anything?
I can't get the sense you've still got a thorn in your side there.
'Cause I do. I'm irate, disappointed, but rather not think about it now.
All that counts is I'm back... with you. Think that's way better than any "what if."
But all we got's this one night.
It's more than I ever could've asked for.
Rogue, I'm here on borrowed time and a borrowed body...
but I'm here.
I'm here on borrowed time and a borrowed body...
Johnny... I can't. It's not right.
Mean it not fair to V?
Not fair to you...
Tried so hard to pretend nothing's changed...
To pretend I'm the same Rogue you knew...
Actually managed to fool myself.
Get back on my own.
Rogue!
Fuck!
*slurp*
*grunt*
*pant*
*grunt*
Rogue's gone.
Yep.
Guess things did not go swimmingly.
Nope.
Was gonna be a nice night at the drive-in.
Now she's mad and won't tell me what about.
Any guesses?
Remember Grayson? How they spoke? How weird it was?
Weird's not the word, I don't think.
He was toying with her.
Could be something to that.
Gotta mull it over.
For now, take me to North Oak.
That supposed to help you figure out Rogue?
No, Carrie.
Tell you once we're there.
Movie was a turd wrapped in crepe paper.
This ought to work.
Well, so why are we here exactly?
Heard Kerry got himself a buck of mansion here. Done well.
Where'd you hear anything about Kerry?
In and about town. Scream sheets are full of shit about him.
Oh, right. You weren't around.
Mm-hmm. Your boy's night out.
So what? Want to pay him a visit?
Yep. Seems as good a time as any.
So I gotta hit Kerry's digs, look around, critique the drapes?
Know what they're writing about him? He's depressed, attempted suicide.
What, really worried he wants to hurt himself?
Who knows? Either way, could give him some pointers.
Meaning you want to go in person. Gotta hand you the reins again.
Yes. Behaved myself last time, didn't I?
I think I warrant another furlough for good behavior.
Mm-hmm. First Rogue, now Kerry.
Who's next on the list of conjugal visits?
Nobody. Just so happens the list of people I consider friends and who are still alive is pretty damn short.
Exactly why I need to talk to Kerry.
What was that about attempted suicide?
Amateur hour. Didn't even cobble together the right audience.
Tried to put a bullet through his skull in his room.
Bodyguard took his gun like candy from a baby.
Could just be the rumor mill.
Sure, could. But I want to know.
Okay. But I want to know what you plan to do.
Nothing stupid, I promise. Just want to see how he's doing.
How you plan to tell him it's you? Could be dealing with some real personal shit right now.
Might not be the best time to mess with his head.
Vidker was always dealing with personal shit. That's why, in spite of everything else, we got along.
Don't worry. I'll play it by ear, sensitively.
First things first, we gotta get into that house.
Okay. Just let me know when you want to take the wheel.
Okay.
Fugly as seafood barf. Hope it was expensive at least. Something's gotta justify this level of tacky.
Ah, beautiful butterfly Carrie emerging from his silky samurai Christmas.
All right. I'll give 'em that one.
Looks like he's showering.
Alone, too. Good thing, believe me.
Okay, leave the rest to me. I'll get him out of there.
Drop one of Misty's special pills. Let's go.
Okay.
Feels so much better.
Now let's see what you're up for show and what you're actually strumable.
We lost everything.
Who the fuck?
Keep playing.
Alright.
No!
No, it's some fuckin' joke.
Hang on...
What did Silverhand tell me before he died?
This a test?
Could just play you another song.
Answer me!
I told you to stop bein' a pussy.
Did you?
Huh?
Johnny fuckin' Silverhand...
What the fuck?
I mean, how?
Surprise.
Motherfucker!
Okay, weren't expecting me. I get it.
Au fucking contraire! Been waiting fifty years to do that!
So you changed a bit.
Nice rack.
Sporting a new style?
Now, kinda.
What about you?
Shit...
Johnny...
I need a drink.
All right, come on...
Tell me...
Why do you look like a small-time klepto-punk from the afterlife?
This is V.
You like her?
The fuck, Johnny?
Doesn't explain a thing.
Nice place.
Ain't seen much of it yet.
Moved in after the fourth album came out.
All sold well, apparently.
Fuck you, Johnny.
Don't even start.
Who'd you sign with?
Shit... with Arasaka!
Mornings, I record at their studio. Then evenings, Yori pops over for a little neighborly cookout.
And who'd you really sign with?
MSM Records.
Another pillar of society.
Come on, sit down with me. Tell me where you've been all this time.
Live here all by your lonesome?
Nah, got my cook, Ariel, but he's off today.
Miguel...
What am I...
Not your business, June. Sit down. Start talking.
Still yourself for a long story?
I just really want it to be tragic. Sad as all fuck over all those years.
'Cause if I hear you spent them with the nomads...
Open road, winning your hair...
More cool and relaxed in orbit...
And now you just pop by to shit all over my life...
Well, I'ma lose my damn mind.
Oh, it is a heartbreaker.
Oh, fuck! Remember?
The one damn time Henry showed up sober and clean as a whistle.
Uh-huh. He played absolute tripe.
At least Danny was happy.
Stuff about you being depressed... Is that true?
Nope. Promo strategy.
Suicide attempts, too?
Think putting a bullet through your skull will help your sales?
Didn't work for you?
Nobody remembers, samurai.
Now you're just butthurt 'cause I managed fine without you.
Fuck me. Got no answer to that.
Looking at 'em now, those really were the best of times.
Playing fuckin' Rattenfest of Dumps, argued before every gig,
had no idea what we wanted to play and never had an ed to our name.
"Nancy?" "Control freak." "Henry smelled like zappers and piss." "I was always stealin' your pants."
Hella good times, man.
Never did get what Denny saw in that guy. I mean, smart-imp, that one. Maybe too smart for the company she kept.
Nah, Denny always went for losers incapable of dressing themselves.
Oh, Hank was perfect - half a brain and high all the time. She got to rescue him over and over again.
- Why'd she never try and fix me? - Woulda had to get in line, that's why.
- Still in touch with the gang? - Just Nance. Changed their name to Bess Isis. Works for N-54 News.
Could... track down Denny and Henry if you want.
Maybe... get together? You know, jam or somethin'?
- Bess Isis - damn, Nance really went for it. Though all I hear is "part-time stripper with a thing for ancient Egypt."
Shame you died - sure she woulda welcomed your input.
How is she in general, besides having nothin' to do with music?
Could ask her yourself.
Henry probably killed his own liver.
Nah, I woulda heard - if he was gone, got mutual friends.
A few calls and I should be able to track him down.
Then he might still be in the biz. Actually had talent... and a spine.
Yeah, really somethin', not too long ago. Moved to North Oak, too.
You just said you weren't in touch.
Didn't hear it from her. Don't think she might be avoiding it.
You ever leave this house?
Nope.
Do you wanna bring Samurai back?
Nah, no.
Could do one gig, play some dive where nobody plays us?
I mean, you got my reputation to think about.
But I won't have to explain what happened. All this?
Nah, we'll spare 'em. Hella boring story.
Biochips, Arasaka's evil schemes... magic pills.
We'll just say you're my new output.
Alright, let's do it.
Fuck yeah!
Okay! Send you Nancy's number in a sec. I'll go after Henry and Denny.
I'm not there - figure it out with V.
Sure - you two get along?
Lately, no.
We don't have much of a choice, though.
How am I...?
Johnny, you okay?
No.
Ah, so you must be V. Johnny mentioned something like this might happen.
You two have fun at least?
That a hint of disapproval I hear?
Just... sit tight for a bit. Rest. Don't worry about a thing.
The hell is this concert thing?
Did you hear that?
Gets sharper as the pills wear off. So?
Wanna see Samurai live? Probably won't get another chance.
What if this ends up like the Rogue thing? One big letdown.
Nah, this is different. Carrie needs this concert.
Okay. Call in Nancy.
Fuck yeah! Nice!
Nancy? I mean...
Bess? Bess Isis?
No. This is her underpaid, underappreciated assistant.
Steven! N54 news. How can I help?
Wanna talk to Bess?
She's not here.
Call in from Kerry Uridine's residence.
Cool...
But Bess still isn't here. She was supposed to be back two days ago.
Went to the Totentons to shoot some stuff, story on maelstrom...
Call back next week or just watch the news.
Anything happens to her, I'll be the first to cover it.
Got a bad feeling, V. Think we better head to the Totentons.
What was Nancy like back in the day?
Come on, up you go.
Not much left to clean up, probably.
Like your style. Minimalist. Used to have chrome just like that.
Start tennis, too? Fuck yeah!
Third floor! Press the button!
Well, my fingers are numb.
Hear that? Tonight is today. My guys, this one I like.
Later.
Go on. You'll blend in, no problem.
Say what you want about the game, but at least Roy said some fucking charisma.
Remember that tank from All Foods? That's the rimbo who did Royce.
No, no, no, no, no. Wouldn't be that stupid to show up here. You the one?
Looking for best ISIS?
Guess I gotta spell it out. You the one took out Royce?
Don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, that's her!
Oh, look at this. A chance at a nick in the barrel.
Get the fuck out! Now!
That's the All Foods punk.
I'm not blind! What do you want?
Watch out.
You the one in charge now?
No. A lot's changed since Royce went, but not that much.
Best ISIS. Mean anything, deal?
You work with her?
No, just gotta talk. Heard she's here.
She's here! But you talk to Brick first!
His call, what happens to you!
I'll take you!
So Brick's in for Royce now.
Yeah! Heard what happened at All Foods!
Probably thinkin' Brick'll be grateful, huh?
What, that'd disappoint you?
No! Ed Brick's not in a position to demonstrate feelings of any kind!
Yeah, and by "alternative," you mean we don't give a fuck what people say.
Okay, then let's say "extreme music." What's that mean to you?
Look, lady, you keep tryin' to slap a label on us.
No, I'm tryin' to understand you. "Chaos"? Well, noise, distortion...
Brick! Got another gift!
Hey, what a surprise! What can I do for you?
That's an ant.
Looks like I'm interrupting.
Wrap it up, actually. Best you's ever stayed a welcome.
Yet I still haven't gotten answers to all my questions.
Make somethin' up. You're a journalist. Should be second nature.
Say it's an orgy of noise or whatever.
Seems your people are holdin' a grudge.
Heh. Hold those better than they hold their iron.
Show a little understanding. Try not to piss 'em off.
Kerry Uridine sent me. For some biz for Bess.
Kerry! Did you suddenly remember I exist?
You can go.
Huh?! Just like that?!
I ask you...
No, that's what I thought. Tryin' to run a business here.
Thanks, Brick. That was... enlightening. Let's go.
Let's delta.
Appreciate it. Thanks.
Brick seems alright.
Sure. Just too bad he doesn't know squat about music.
That's what you wanted to talk to him about?
Yeah. Tinnitus. The tilt and tant sound.
What I got out of Brick was scum.
Why's the elevator so damn slow in this dump?
Car's outside.
So what? Given up on your story? I won't learn anything about Maelstrom's music?
Got lots of footage. Need to look through it, see what I can patch together.
Okay, come on!
Fuck! Just hope the car's still where I parked it.
Brick was the safe option. Really should've talked to the asses from Tonitus.
You got some sort of end with them?
Brick invited me to one of their gigs. Problem is the lineup - changes every time.
[car honks]
Aw, for fuck's sake!
Ah, could've been worse.
That's why you got a souvenir.
Fuck souvenirs!
I'm headed straight back to the editing room.
Wanna talk? Gotta come with me.
Conquer like this, hope it gets us there in one piece.
[car honks]
If you got Kerry on board...
What's in it for me?
That's for you and Kerry to figure out.
I'll be sure to ask him.
How do you know Brick?
Saved his life once.
Well, well. Ever thought about joining Trauma Team?
We're here. Hop out.
All right. So, the concert?
[sighs]
Tell Carrie I'll put it together.
Be in touch.
'Kay. Thanks.
Went pretty damn well. Now call Carrie.
Hey. So how'd it go? Talked to Nance?
Yep, she agreed. Even said she'd organize the gig.
Still a control freak. Awesome.
Managed to contact Henry or Denny?
How's Henry so far?
Dragged him out of rehab. Great story, actually.
Henry didn't know Denny's been in Night City all this time.
On his way over to see her now - gonna be a surprise!
We're all gonna meet over at Denny's.
What, me too? Why?
Get 'em playing with us, aren't you?
You gotta meet the others. Send you the address.
See those?
Huh, what happened here?
She must have been renovating. Henry must have borrowed the truck.
Gonk always was good at improvising.
Maybe they're home. Try the intercom.
Right that. Guess we keep looking.
See, Kerry beat us here.
You fucking gobs?!
Hoo boy. Sounds sadly familiar.
Danny, what are you doing here?!
This is really your house?!
Thanks.
This is your fucking tool?!
Uh, thank you for hearing. We got a problem.
You're gonna pay for this, you piece of shit!
You better will!
Is this supposed to be Henry's surprise?
Just so I can come back again!
Yeah, I obviously missed a few beats.
Maybe then you'll tell me why the hell you left me to die in the street!
Looks like... he was having some sort of wretch.
So he flooded the pool with concrete...
Henry did often get emotional.
Ugh, I wish you would fucking die!
Know what happened between them?
From what I've come to understand...
Get the fuck out!
One day, Danny disappeared without a word, then hid for a minute.
What, now?! Already?!
I imagine that wasn't too hard, and he stayed in mind - either out of it or Henry heard it.
Introduce me to the fam!
Yep. That is... 'til I... gave Henry her address.
What about the concert?
I've not gotten a chance to... ask Danny yet. Doesn't look good, though.
Oh, what?!
V, talk to them. Carrie will just make it worse.
Don't know what?!
Not really, but I did.
That I lost years of my life to?
Go, go. Don't get past it in a sec.
Carrie didn't piss all over himself out of joy when he saw me, either.
Is that how you remember it?!
Remember a hell of a lot more than you.
Is this your backup?!
In case you forgot why the hell you came here in the first place?!
Carrie... sent me. About the concert.
What concert?! Why isn't he here talkin' to me?!
Look, it's awkward.
Kerry considers you both friends.
What a sensitive guy. Shit!
Given he's the one who set this flaming turd bag on my doorstep...
We're bringing back Samurai. One night only.
That's what he wants to get the crew together for? Sweet! But no fucking way!
Not about to play with this shitstate.
Danny!
No! No way! Either him or me! Choose!
Danny digs in her heels. We're done.
How's it goin'?
Like shit, man! Danny wants me outta the gig! And we already agreed on everything!
What, Kerry's paying you? That's what this is about?
Fuck! This is all fucking great! So you get him away from me and get the fuck off my lawn!
Don't make me choose.
Pretty sure it's your call.
Fuck really pisses me off. Danny's on a control kick, settin' conditions.
On the other hand, Henry's got scop for brains. Can't trust him.
Thanks. Real helpful.
Maybe if someone'd tell me what happened...
Are you blind?! Fucker filled my pool with cement!
Maybe he had a good reason.
Really?! A reason?!
You outta your fuckin' mind with the pool?!
You knew! Kerry wanted to get Danny to play with us!
Just wanted to clear the air!
Fuckin' preem.
Gotta go with that one or the other?
Uh... yeah, not a problem.
Should be able to borrow someone else for one gig.
Won't be the same, though.
It won't ever be the same, Kerry.
If we gotta choose, let's play with Denny.
Fuck, Kerry! Seriously?! She's the one making a big deal out of this, not me!
Listen, I'll get you-
You know what, Kerry? Fuck you! Good thing Silverhand isn't here to see this.
You done? Get out.
Alright, what about Nancy?
We make contact, she's gonna set it all up and let us know.
See you at the show.
Fuck! Now I gotta find someone to clean this up.
Okay, about all we can do for now... except wait for Nancy to call.
Sorry it played out like that.
(Engine starts and revs)
Hey, gig's all set up, super sweet like. Tonight, at the Red Terp.
Talk to Kerry? Didn't change his mind or anything?
No, no, not at all. He's pretty stoked in fact. Haven't seen him like this since the Silverhand days.
What about Henry? Still not on board?
Didn't even try. Not wasting my breath on that dick tip.
Well, so, see you tonight. And don't worry about your axe. Got the gear all rounded up.
Hey, V.
V! Got something for you. Dunno if you know, but once upon a time, this was Silverhands.
Fuck, Nancy just gets shit done. She'd just whisper "mikoshi" in her ear. We'd be all set.
Thanks for putting the gig together.
Please. Carrie couldn't twiddle his own asshole without my help.
Silverhand was probably the same.
Huh, worse. At least Carrie did what I told him to do - kept out of my hair.
How 'bout you tell me what happened with Henry?
Ancient history. I kept falling into all sorts of crap, then I'd have to dig 'em out.
Got tired of gettin' your hands dirty all the time.
All wrong. Managed to get him a gig with a decent band.
Henry quit usin', got his shit together - things were goin' great - so he booted me out of his life.
Stopped needing you.
For a little. Made it a month partying with his new pals.
Then they tossed him out 'cause he started acting up again.
Ran into him on the street - total mess!
Gone - he was fainted for effect. A tug at my crotch.
What'd you do?
Left him right there - and made damn sure he couldn't find me again.
Any feelin' ahead of the show?
Weird - like, I'm about to pretend to be... myself.
Plus... Johnny's out.
Never thought I'd say I missed the bastard - but... you damn well do.
What'd you do?
The Lou's Orpheum - remember that samurai graffiti in Haywood where the bakery used to be?
Uh-huh - got painted over a while ago, but yeah - Johnny was holding the Orpheum there.
Nice one.
Where'd you find it? It's like, fresh off the shelf.
Bought it - private collection. Always like to have everything down to the last detail.
Gets too obsessed at times, but gotta respect her hustle.
Where's Carrie?
Should be here any minute - told me you play really well.
Better be true - 'cause there won't be a dress rehearsal.
Right - can't let that full house down.
Honestly - got no idea who these people are.
Just strays - Carrie didn't want word to get around.
Well, we'll see about that.
You think the media caught wind of this?
For sure - hyenas.
I'd worry more about Henry's replacement.
Carrie got Drowsin from Cutthroat to join us - I know him - seen him play.
And? He any good?
He's... fine - just... fine. You're the mystery dish here.
Pill time - just be discreet.
And if I start puking blood again...
Don't go making a scene - this is Carrie's big nut.
I got a feeling Nancy doesn't think I can keep up with them.
Well - she's right.
Ready to thrash?
I dunno - maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Now you mention it?
It's getting worse. Maybe this gig isn't worth it?
Fine - go out and play. I'll just sit back, tend to my bleeding ears.
Okay, fine - you got me. Have fun.
[coughing]
[thud]
That's Motor.
There you are. This is Drowsin, from Cutthroat.
Hey, big fan! Huge fan! You too? Got all the albums? I mean, I never dreamed I'd —
Chill, June! She's in the same boat as you.
Wanna talk to a star? Talk to me. And get that sheikh in under control.
I think my sheikhs are the same — or worse.
Craig got you stressed, didn't he?
Fuck you.
And missed you too.
Alright, let's do this.
The innocent, the oppressed
Tremble, scared to be oppressed in style
Freedom is slavery!
You condemned soul!
You liquid doll soul!
So profitable!
Pay for bastard!
Pay to unwind!
Pay to be bored!
Pay to die!
Stop the savage, the new machine!
Give a hand out, you blood machine!
Stop the savage, the new machine!
Give it all for philosophy!
Stop the savage, the new machine!
Give a hand out, you blood machine!
Stop the savage, the new machine!
Give it all for philosophy!
Philosophy!
Hop down, hop down, hop down, jumping lady
Chop down, chop down, chop down, like Sabrine
Chop down
This is fucked up.
What is?
Actually, I got pretty nervous for this thing.
Felt like I had something to prove.
To myself, to you, whoever the fuck.
But all I did was... have a good time.
That's it.
Wanna do it again?
Huh?
No.
That was enough.
In that case... here.
Take it... as a souvenir.
You sure?
Won't play without you.
Just wouldn't be the same.
I see what you're doing here.
But I still plan on playing.
I don't want to hear any... Johnny!
He's... gone, isn't he?
Yeah. Yeah, but he can still hear you.
Thanks, but not in the mood for hovering tables and voices from beyond the grave right now.
Maybe you should hang onto this, actually.
That was the gig.
I'll look for him.
The samurai's found its new growth.
Damn shame I had to miss it.
Eh, you can still come to my show.
No, you shouldn't have. Really.
The very gun I tried to shoot Johnny with when he broke into my house.
Meaning you tried to shoot me.
Yeah... and earlier...
Man, never mind.
Cool. Feel like I fell asleep and woke up fifty years later.
Back to work, then.
Take care, V.
I'll be in touch.
Well, it wasn't so bad, was it? Too bad Care's gone off.
Guess he had somewhere to be... badly.
Probably writing a new song as we speak.
Is it that what you wanted? To make him feel better?
Better, but not that good.
Johnny, don't ever leave me again. I can't live without you.
A little of that could go a long way.
Hope that's it for last requests.
Maybe. Now you get a chance to do what you will.
Gotta go talk to Hanako. Fast.
Okay. Your choice.
Let's go.
A woman has come. It seems she is armed.
Of course. Understood.
God, I feel sick. Don't like this at all. This porcelain bitch is the worst kind of news.
I know. I'll be careful.
Not exactly one of your strong suits. Listen, first sign of trouble, eat delta.
Hanako-sama is expecting you.
Excellent. You have come.
Let's step to it, then.
Before we discuss details, I feel I owe you an explanation.
I must tell you why I changed my mind and wish to help.
You weren't sure of anything - if you could trust me, if you were in no mood to kill your father...
- No? - I knew... from the start.
You... knew?
All the board members knew.
Not one soul even slightly interested in the matter believed in the poisoning.
Details were disparate, inconsistent.
You knew, but didn't do a thing about it?
Why? Suddenly sprout a conscience just yesterday?
My father had flaws. I know this. I harbor no illusions about it.
When a phone needed removal, my father ordered it without a thought to mercy - a way of being Yorinobu could not abide.
But to my father, end's ever-justified means.
Saburo Arasaka has always valued just one thing. Do you know what it is?
No idea.
Family - our family. I was to be its heart - to uphold life and show continuity, stability - never to oppose it.
Huh. Guess Yorinobu's instructions were a little different?
Yorinobu raised his hand against our father - but he is an Arasaka. He is family.
I do not expect you to understand. I wish you merely to know I do not oppose my brother willingly - that it is difficult.
Mm-hmm. He's your brother. It's been hard, it'll be hard - let's say I get that.
But... what changed your mind?
We received a warning during the parade - security protocols were violated.
The first doubts... sprouted then.
They grew yet greater in your hideout - when my brother's assault group arrived not to rescue... but to kill.
Yorinobu was just plain willing to sacrifice you.
My father was right about my brother. He never cared for us. I was brought up to be the heart of the family.
It is time for the Arasakas to listen to their heart. It will bring justice.
Did you bring Soulkiller? As we agreed you would -
Finger on the trigger. Don't say a word.
Same on Edge? Something got you spooked?
I... don't know. Three times now, that AV has flown by.
Think someone might've told you?
We must not get distracted. Did you bring Soulkiller?
Take me for a fool? Think I'd fall for that? Got plans to walk out of here alive.
Had I any ill intentions, I would've chosen a side far more discreet than this.
We are here because I know how to save your life. I can lead you to Mikoshi.
Minin, Mikoshi don't exist in real space.
Yet its access points do - and one is very near.
Where?
Here in Night City - beneath Arasaka Tower.
We oughta leave - right now.
Wanna leave?
What gave you that idea?
Quit buttonin' so I can hear her out!
This is gonna be a disaster.
Sit. We have little time.
Sure know how to prick up my ears. Go on - talk.
My brother -
You catch a whiff of that? Smells like shit - careful not to step in it.
He must be made to take responsibility for his deeds.
Just say it. Be easier that way.
I want him punished.
Still vague. You want him dead.
I want the Arasaka Corporation to know the truth.
How you plan to do this?
Yorinobu...
Lady Kanako, it's about time you returned home.
I'll be right back.
Yorinobu will soon call a meeting of the board.
Representatives of all factions are expected to attend.
The perfect moment for them to learn the circumstances of my father's death.
I will get you into this meeting...
and you will testify against my brother.
Testify...
Listen, mind if I'm straight with you?
Help me get rid of Yorinobu.
I will help you get rid of the construct.
Want me to throw Yorinobu under the bus in front of Arasaka top brass?
Call me crazy, but...
- that sounds like fuckin' suicide. - And...
This I know.
And that is why we will take all the necessary precautions.
Like... such as?
You will see.
Let's assume it works.
Then what?
You take the Arasaka throne?
Where would you get that idea?
Figured it as a given.
Besides, Takamura said you were supposed to step in for Yorinobu here in Night City.
Everyone must know their place, Vi.
That is a fact my brother has never understood.
I know my place... and I have no wish to change it.
No wish to... or no permission? You be your word.
I decide my own fate.
As should you.
So?
Offer's intriguing. Need to think about it.
Naturally. But think quickly.
Yorinobu is on high alert after the parade. He may harbor suspicions.
We're getting the fuck out of here.
Are you well?
Yeah, it's just... you're bleeding.
Fuck.
It seems you're running out of time.
Don't delay. Make your decision.
I'll think it over.
You could use some air... right now.
I warned you.
Wh-what are you doing?!
This ship will be ours from without me.
But you can't stand on your own two feet.
While I'm good to go...
Body listens to me.
See what I'm getting at?
Of course I can see.
Want me to hand over the keys?
Save your life.
Pop some pseudo-endotrizine...
Scooch and let me get behind the wheel.
I'll get us to fuckin' Mikoshi.
Uh-huh.
How, exactly?
Without that porcelain cunt's help, that's for damn sure.
Don't stand a chance without help.
Right about that.
But that's why I'll bring Rogue.
She's not busted through just yet.
Plus, she owes me.
She'd have stuck her neck out for you a half- century ago.
But now... I don't see it.
I'll convince her.
After all, we know a thing or two about ops like this.
We'll blast our way into Socket Tower, just like we did back in the day...
Then find the way inside, Mikoshi.
It's our only chance.
Hanako's offer's on the table.
I'm sorry. Whose?
Oh, god, the crap!
She actually has power! Could be our ticket!
Yeah, one-way ticket to the city morgue.
That sucker cunt scrambled your circuits.
Rogue and I will handle this, just like we used to.
Rogue? I don't know. You honestly think it could work?
With her experience, her resources, her connections...
Won't find anyone better in NC.
Johnny!
It's gotta work! We breach the tower, all cracks open with Koshi, then I fuck up death.
Great, you checking out again?
Easy there. Don't move just yet.
Vic...
You're in pain, I know. Delirious when you arrived, so I had to dose you with Beta- Aliparadole.
But light over sensitivity's a good sign. Means your optic nerves aren't damaged.
My head... ah!
Almost done stabilizing the biochip.
No, feels like...
Someone's using your head as a knife block?
How... how'd I get here?
Dragged yourself here, beat to hell and back. Gave Misty a hell of a fright.
Then you shoved my patient at the time off the table and demanded you be treated immediately.
Talent was your guardian angel.
Huh?
I, uh... wasn't completely myself.
Yeah, I know. And that's a bit worrying.
Just give it to me straight, Vic.
You've come to a critical juncture. Try sitting up, carefully.
I'll try. Think I'm getting some feeling back.
Ah!
Slowly.
Another victory... for the history books.
Hmm...
Well, looks like I can sit up, all right. But I can tell you don't have good news.
How much longer is this going to go on?
You tell me.
Looking at you, not long at all.
Next attack, you won't be able to crawl back here. You'll flatline in some back alley.
This is your last chance to take matters into your own hands. Understand?!
I know, Vic. I'll try... soon.
No. You'll do it now.
Now, see that setup over there?
Yeah? What about it?
You'll find a last dose of pseudo-endotrizin there. A gift from Misty.
Wanna give in to the voices in your head? Go ahead. Take a puff. Go silent. Get out.
Or... find another way. End things on your own terms.
Got a little present for me over there, too - blockers.
Manage to walk those few yards to the table. The rest will be up to you and you alone.
You heard him. We've got one last chance. I'm taking the wheel.
Endotrizin - Rogue, Sokka Tower.
Only way this is gonna work...
Give it a fucking rest, Johnny. It's my decision. And I gotta think about it.
Need a stretcher noodle? Fine. It's not in this basement.
V... Christ! You're talking out loud!
O-out loud... what?
Just go fix this thing!
Think I can do it.
Whatever you decide, let's make sure to get out of here first.
Hey, V, I heard... well... your thoughts?
Shouldn't have had to. Sorry about that.
No need to be. I know what's going on. And I know it won't be easy... for either of you.
If you don't want to decide here, I know a much better place.
Sure. Got a feeling Vic's had enough of me as is.
Don't be mad at him. His chakras are all blocked up today. Plus he's had too much coffee.
Let me guess... my aura's sputtering?
Mm-hmm. Afraid so.
Sure, lead the way. Why's this spot special?
I took Jackie there once. It's not far.
Jackie? What's he got to do with any of this?
You'll see. Come on.
Top floor.
He had the same glum face.
Who, Jack?
This is it, Chica. I'm done for.
Doesn't sound like the Jackie I knew.
That was a long time ago.
His mom had just found out he'd signed up with the Valentinos.
Trust me - Senora Wells on one shoulder, your gang choombas on the other - no choice can ever seem right.
Mm-hmm.
Life wasn't easy for my Jackie, but...
He found the courage to bet on himself.
After...
I brought him here.
Ah, that's more like it... air.
See that?
I come here when I need to get away... be alone with my thoughts.
She's onto something... oughta sit, mull through some shit yourself.
Thanks, Misty.
You were right... choice spot.
So what... what did Jackie decide up here?
Oh, you know... gonna be a legend in this city.
And I'm gonna leave you alone now... take your time.
Fucking scared me, know that?
Thought you were on your way out.
And I was still here.
For now... you know you should call anyone you wanna say goodbye to.
Worst case scenario... that what you expect?
No... but whatever you decide, risk's gonna be high... if things don't go our way.
Just fucking do it... anyone you gotta talk to... now's the time... pills can wait.
Judy...
Yeah... even I've grown to like her.
She oughta know that.
Hey, Judy.
Oh, hey, V... what's cracking?
Time we, uh... went swimming.
Hm? Lot of fun, wasn't it?
What you said, then... about what you sensed in me...
Death.
We should've been anything else... something nice...
Hey, not like it was your fault.
Here's hoping it comes out better next time.
Listen... whatever it is you're gonna try... just be careful, okay? I'm here waiting.
Thanks. Do my best.
Okay...
Was good you called. Wish I'da had the chance to.
Come a long way to get here, haven't we?
Just think... it all started in a fuckin' landfill.
Then you tried to kill me.
See exactly what I mean?
Trying to save your sorry hide now...
Now you can let me do that...
Or I can take Hanako's offer...
Lose, V? Dammit, there's more at stake here than your life!
Think you oughta go with Rogue.
Two of you together got the best shot.
You absolutely sure?
No going back on this, you know?
You're up, Johnny... I trust you.
Take the wheel. Just... go easy on us, yeah?
Thanks, V.
I'll get us through this... you'll see.
See you on the other side.
Even if I gotta burn this whole fuckin' city down...
Look who we have here...
...units off the books!
Only you gotta know it.
It disappeared when you killed it.
Just like that.
Can it be?
Drop in for one last drink before turnin' in?
I'll put it to you this way, Wakako...
How you doin'?
Don't get in my way.
You're running your little operation only because I have allowed it.
And I can change my mind whenever I want.
Hang on, give me a sec...
V...?
Try again, Rogue.
Got one more guess.
Johnny...
We'll talk soon, Wakako.
What do you want, Johnny?
Jesus, who died?
Not happy to see me?
Frankly... I'm not sure.
Why? We had fun at the movies, didn't we?
We're not at the movies anymore.
Plus... got a good idea why you're here.
You want something.
And that's always a bad sign.
'Course I do.
And who better could I take it to?
Out of that whole crazy crew from Atlantis by some crazy coincidence only you survived.
The hell's that supposed to mean?
Just thinking back...
And it's the old times at all, Rogue?
Fine with where they are... fine with where I am.
I can see that.
Shame no one else from the Atlantis had the same luck.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, everybody! We're closed!
- Oh, what gives?! We ain't finished yet!
- Oh, yes you is!
- Sheesh, what's the matter?
- Nothing. Your shift's done.
You're heading home to kick your feet up.
- Okay. Guess I'mma go back to work.
- We'll have the whole place to ourselves?
Hmm... VIP treatment.
- Now talk. Just what the hell are you insinuating?
- That wine bottle behind the bar?
- Yep. Been waiting there.
Just... I never knew what the fuck for.
But I'm starting to get some good ideas about how I might use it.
- Chose a cozy life for yourself.
I'm just curious what it cost you.
- We all pay a price for the choices we make. I'm no exception.
- Now would you tell yourself when you're cashing corp checks?
- That's what I tell myself when I stand over the graves of the crew from the Atlantis.
It's what I tell myself when I look at you now.
- Well, hey... the past is the past.
- That's right. But that's not why you're here.
- You want to drag me into something again, and this chatter is just a prelude.
- This body... I'm trying to... I... no... fuck!
V's dying and I'm the fucking cancer killing her!
But the process can be stopped. I just have to...
No, Johnny. Don't start.
Don't tell yourself you're out to help someone.
It's only ever about you, so you can feel better.
You sure about that?
Yeah. Same as it was with Alt.
Wasn't even about guilt, that.
Just some fucking sense of personal discomfort.
Now fuck off, princess.
I'm running out of time, Rogue.
When that fucking clock strikes twelve, Johnny will disappear and V will go with him.
Need to get myself out of her head before that happens.
We managed to contact Alt. She agreed to help.
But?
Only one place we can do it.
A data fort. Mekoshi.
And the only access point we got a chance of reaching is tucked snugly under Sokka Tower.
Arasaka? Again?!
Shoulda seen that coming.
Only an idiot does the same thing over and over, while expecting things to work out differently.
You even have a plan for this?
You're the best "fixer" in town.
You tell me how we're gonna do this.
Did you say "we"?
That's right. Can't possibly work without you.
So, what? I dust off and load up my Tsunami? Rejoin your crusade against Arasaka?
Bingo.
When?
Dunno. Now?
Hmm. And what makes you think I'd agree?
Owe it to yourself.
Is that so?
Sure, you can just be the queen of the ball in Night City. But that's not the real rogue.
The real rogue you buried while you climbed to the top.
Look deep. I know you can find her again.
Shit. Knew this would happen one day.
That one night, by some fucking miracle, you'd waltz in here and tear everything down.
Some things never change.
And us? Have we changed?
I dunno.
Well, what do you say we go find out?
Will you lend me a hand?
Shut the fuck up, Johnny.
Just... stop talking.
Fucking Christ!
Everytime... everytime...
Never have I seen one not drunk as a pig sleep over twenty hours.
I remember that face... gotta be Crispin Weyland... spitting image of your dad.
Blood of the blood.
What did I miss? Why are you here?
The boss will explain all.
Rogue?
There is only one boss.
Let's go. The boss awaits.
See you two said your hellos. Excellent.
Rogue, what's this specimen doing here?
He's our pilot and our ride to Corporal Plaza today.
OUR ride... so you're in.
Don't act all surprised, leadhead.
Gear's over there. Help yourself.
Don't mind if I do.
What are these?
Retro-thrusters. Anti-gravs. Strap 'em to your legs and you can jump from damn near any height.
Christ, Johnny, I'm not your fucking babysitter!
Never mind.
Got it.
Okay, now. Gonna tell me what the plan is?
Yep. Jack in the shard.
Target's the Makoshi access point in Arasaka Tower.
Need to reach the left, hold it just long enough to do what we need to do, and get out alive.
Arasaka Tower's a fortress, the most secure building in Night City.
Walking in through the front door just ain't an option.
So, we'll get in through a window of our own making.
Specifically, we fly in on Militech Strix tactical bomber.
First we rain fire on the building's air defenses from a high altitude.
Then we breach a wall on the seventy-sixth floor, jump from the A.V., and survive the landing thanks to our anti-gravs.
That's right - we'll land smack in the middle of a tropical rainforest.
Contrary to popular opinion, Arasaka has panache at times.
We cut our way through the jungle to a shaft located on the tower's vertical axis.
The shaft runs the height of the building. We use our retro-thrusts again - reach the bottom floor quickly.
We'll surprise the stocks off security - they'll be in disarray. Resistance should be minimal.
We hit the lab floor running, reach the access point - the rest will be in your hands.
I'll hold for applause.
As I said - there's only one boss, one queen.
Sheesh, didn't say you had a bomber.
We all have our secrets.
Guess nowadays a slick red mezzutani just doesn't cut it. How'd you get them?
I'm the best fixer in town, idiot. Enough said - now focus on the plan.
Saying we're gonna rain fire on these assholes. Seriously? I've waited too long for this.
Don't bust out of your pants just yet.
If we wanna survive, we gotta do a lot more.
Here comes the tricky bit.
We're gonna knock a Gerugian-0401 commsat off its orbit.
Bloodclot satellite! We gonna make history, friends!
That'll freeze comms in NC, NorCal and SoCal. Should buy us three or four hours.
No coordination, no support - complete chaos.
Mean to tell me that apart from that fuckin' bomber, you have a weaponized space shuttle?!
Got a certain... acquaintance at Orbital Air.
Mystery benefactor?
Highly positioned informant. I'll pay him enough to give us access to the Gerugian.
The rest will be up to our old netrunner friend.
You mean "old"?
Only one I know who can rip an Arisaka satellite out of the sky.
Contacts at Orbital Air, eh? You really are the queen of fixers.
Better be grateful. Call them my best assets for you.
Brew all this up while I was asleep?
Actually... I brewed it up while you were dead.
A finger in the comms network pie when corp conflicts start to heat up again could be worth gold.
'Cause nothin' stands to make you more at ease... than more.
I'm supposed to talk to Alt anyway. I'll convince her.
Don't fuck this up, Johnny. It's the one thing I can't do for you.
Said I'd do it and I will.
So summing up, we fly to Arisaka Tower unnoticed and say hello with a welcome basket of missiles.
Exactly. Then we jump in, find the building's vertical axis and work our way down.
To the Makoshi access point, yeah.
What'd you think?
See, just one problem - there's no coming back from this. You'll burn bridges...
To ash and dust.
All Arasaka's gonna be gunning for you.
Yeah... probably orbital air will too. But as I see it, they braided this whip that's gonna sting 'em.
So... what do you think?
Yeah.
Plan's got more gaping holes than a kabuki dollhouse.
Fuck it - it's gotta work!
It won't be the stupidest stunt we've ever pulled.
Rogue...
What?
Just... thank you.
Thank me later.
There's still the matter of hope.
Do you know how to move around cyberspace?
Well, Lee got some practice under her belt. Sure I'll manage.
Head out back - Nix will show you the ropes.
And you, Weyland - heat up the strings. We'll be with you soon.
How long you gonna be? Might I have time for a nap?
Hey, so you the one gonna dive, right?
That is the plan.
Right on. Hop into a suit, then have a seat over there.
I'm finishing up for the day, so you be resurfacing on your own. And don't fuck with my gear.
Alt... you here?
I told you... Alt Cunningham is no more.
That so? Then why do I see her in front of me?
You see Alt because you wish to. It's a defense mechanism.
Your explicit memory is simply creating a replacement image.
It's weird... like I'm...
Having a bad dream.
You read my thoughts?
An oversimplification. You still deny what you are.
A construct. A set of data.
I... know you.
You... know me?
Like lines of code.
So why even bother talking if you know my thoughts?
Because action precedes reaction.
So Johnny Silverhand speaks before he thinks.
Huh... that some kind of joke?
Only a... sliver of memory from Alt's sense of humor.
Well, this is all completely fucked. Now I feel...
Naked. Time is short. Netwatch can detect our local net traffic.
I know how we get to...
It's beneath Arasaka Tower. Predictable.
Holy fuck you're doing it now. You're reading my...
Interrogation 0401 poses no problem. I can deactivate the satellite.
C-c-can you just hold on a second?
You will breach Arasaka Tower and locate the port into Mikoshi.
This is the program that will establish the link. I will send it with you on a splinter.
Upon your opening of a back door, I will be able to circumvent the data fort's security protocols.
And then?
You will be separated from V, and Mikoshi will cease to exist.
No fear... I mean, something could go wrong.
Fear is the wrong word.
Cease to exist, as will the constructs inside, right?
No. The data constructs will not be destroyed. They will become part of something greater.
Nope. Keep trying, don't understand.
Because it is not something you can understand.
Fine, have it your way.
Is that everything?
Well, you could wish me luck.
I wish you good luck.
Gee, thanks. Ready to take on the world now.
(snoring)
(engine starting)
They're in escrow. Paperworks with Asukaga and Finch.
Yeah, everything's fine. Got no reason to worry.
Now, pull over. Kill the engine and have a nice long look at the stars.
Simply that. You won't regret it.
Gotta go.
I love you.
Biggest raid of your life in that getup? Really?
What, not catching my good side?
Won't exactly shed many bullets, but that's your problem.
Ready?
Rogue, who is that?
My son.
Wasn't expecting that. You telling me you, uh... you got a, uh...
Private life. Yeah. And we'll leave it at that.
Asked if everything's ready.
Yeah, it's ready.
Good. Now come on, or that lunatic will take off without us.
I like this change. Gonna miss it.
To the very top.
So Wayland... what'd you tell him about the job, exactly?
Only what he wanted to know... his cut.
Which bow we're on it. How much for a job like this?
That's between him and me.
And really that big a deal?
Fixer-merc confidentiality. Got my rules? Deal with it.
Not this time, honey!
Wayland, take us up!
Copy that!
Rogue...
Yeah?
You're pretty damn quiet!
Everything chill?
I just... can't believe we're actually doing this!
Just like old times, yeah?!
Just like old times!
What did that be?
Take a look!
See that?
One day you're in the gutter,
the next you got the whole city at your feet!
The whole fuckin' city!
Where no one can make you do shit!
Not even those motherfuckers!
No idea how this is gonna end,
but let me tell you,
it'll be one loud morning!
Time we gave this city another wake up call!
Jesus!
It's so beautiful!
About to get even prettier, too!
Who the hell you say?!
You two, take a pop at your chair!
I wish, squalor!
Eyes on the sky, everybody!
I'm coming in the expedition.
Two...
and one!
Whoa! Is that the Chirurgian?!
Make a wish!
Hey!
The gutters are locked on us!
Damn it!
What do we do?!
Stick to the plan!
Fuck!
Engines been hit!
Get us out of here!
Too late!
Time to sell some fast!
Let it improvise!
Someone open that door!
Freeland, get us to the top floors!
Get me out of here!
[gunfire]
Shit!
[gunfire]
[alarm blaring]
[gunfire]
[alarm blaring]
Intruder detected.
Initiating Hayabusa protocol.
[alarm blaring]
The facility is in lockdown.
[alarm blaring]
Fuck me!
Hey, you still breathing?
Intruder personnel must report to designated zones.
[alarm blaring]
Weyland never jumped.
Crashed by the waterfall.
I'll try to re-establish contact with him,
then find someone who's got access for the elevator going down.
Weyland, you read me?
How many pieces you in?
Still one I own.
And I think the local tribe's taken an interest in me.
We'll get you out of there.
Don't move.
As if I could.
We're going after Weyland.
Got it.
Guards...
Occupied at the turn.
Slipping by is an option, and so is taking it on all at once.
I'll follow your lead.
Negative for intruders.
Cocky Den Squad, report not received. Repeat!
Over here!
See if we can't use this term somehow.
Okay, to the bird.
No response.
Gus Foster!
Suspicious activity.
Hey, boy scout.
Keep your eyes down. Maybe they don't notice us. Thanks for the help.
You were supposed to jump with us.
Done like all enemies in one big puddle. Decided to ripple them out.
Seems you jumped the puddle entirely.
Not now! Let's get out of here. Move!
See that one? A high-ranker, holding the access we need.
All yours, Johnny. They'll have eyes on us soon, statewide.
Nah, she won't be causing you any more problems.
She's riding where the sun don't shine.
Yeah, apparently she's in South America.
Fuck that, man.
As Spider Murphy loved to say...
I'm impressed! Seriously!
Grab the access token and make for the elevator.
Got the access token. Now for the elevator.
No!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- The atrium.
Jesus.
It was just a month ago I met with Michiko Arasaka here.
[tense music]
- Empty hallways? Offices?
- Just like back then. Remember?
- 'Course I do.
- You've changed, you know?
Finally grown up.
- And you're still the best.
- So, security rooms are on the lower level.
- You'll need to plow through.
- Fucking elevators are still jammed! Gotta jump!
- That's a long way down.
- Precisely why I told you to bring the anti - gravs.
- See you down bottom.
Silent and steady now.
[music]
Raah! This is not good!
I'll never get tired of this.
Patrol the area.
Thank you for watching.
Which way now?
Security room.
Need to find the elevator to the labs. Fastest route to Mikoshi.
Fastest route to Mikoshi.
The route I'm taking is the shortest route to Mikoshi.
Cunningham...Fort...Jackerange...
Can't open it from here. Probably a controlled term nearby.
Open.
Patching in alt.
Let your woman out of her box. Let her show us what she's got.
Hey, you've always been the one. You know that, right?
I do. Just a shame you never did.
Well... could've been worse.
Alt's in.
Think she can break through the ice?
I have bypassed security. I have complete control of the building. The way to Makoshi is clear.
Elevator. Now.
[HORN HONKING]
[EXPLOSION]
Be on high alert! She's here!
Something's...
Fuck me!
I'm going to kill you!
Netrun operations control.
Two thousand sixty-seven.
An Arasaka bodyguard shields the Emperor of Japan from an assassin's bullet.
Two thousand seventy-one.
Arasaka security forces prevent mass riots in San Francisco, saving the city from certain ruin.
Two thousand seventy-four.
Bullshit.
You know that look? Got something on your mind?
Ever think back? About why we did it?
Did what?
Why we took on the corpse, strapped in leather, chrome and iron.
Don't know, Johnny. We were young.
Hot blood in our veins, shit judgment in our heads - like all pups.
We fought for beauty - not knowing what was good or true.
It was only the beautiful that meant a damn thing to us.
Don't let your mind wander.
We'll kick around old brain cells over vodka once we're done.
My treat, eh?
Or people with stories of the olden days - just like me grandparents.
Arasaka netrunners have stormed the tower's systems.
Stopping their advance is my priority.
Continue on your way alone.
I've cleared a path, but you must hurry.
An elite security unit is following you.
Made a run for it?
Wound up turret fodder.
Holy fucking Christmas!
Who is she?
A woman pushed to the very edge.
Oh, shit!
Seems Cunningham's made strides these last decades.
Shit eaters never even stood a chance.
Come on, the way down's beyond the door.
Looks like our work here is already done.
I'm preparing to repel a Netrunner attack originating from outside the facility.
You will be on your own now.
And you must hurry. An Arasaka-owned force isn't far behind.
Let's move it!
Okay, so close I can almost smell the data stream. Room past the partition. We cross it and we're at the core.
Room past the partition. We cross it and we're at the core.
Turn back time, Johnny. Ever.
But you can always... start over.
I remember you, cunt.
Ro!
Eat shit and die, bastard!
Bastard! Bastard!
Hold!
Let's do it!
Come here!
There will be nothing left!
Bastard!
Is this... a pain?! I've forgotten this sensation!
Their defenses are breached. The path to the core lies open, though we don't have much time.
Listen to me, you bored son of a bitch!
We've done many more than you or I ever could! Best there ever was! And you killed her!
She knew the risks.
Rogue had it in for you. Finally got what she wanted.
You're talking tripe! I killed the old cunt!
Don't know shit, smasher. She finished things off on her own terms. Something you'll never get.
Rogue...
You were... the best... always.
My father always said that had he a desert isle to go to, take him but one day... he would take Rogue.
Their generation... made of a different metal.
Hey, Wayland.
Yeah, ma'am.
You're all right.
Good luck, Silverman.
The access point lies before you. Link to it, insert yourself, then search for me on the other side.
Dunno if I'll have the wherewithal later, so I figure I'll just save this now...
On V's behalf...
Thanks.
As for me...
I'm sorry.
Thank you for watching.
Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing.
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling,
To keep a drowsy emperor awake, Or set upon a golden bow to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Hey, V. Happy to see me?
Not exactly. Blacked out, then woke up here. I miss anything?
Rogue's dead. Smasher was there.
I'm sorry.
Shouldn't be. Died for me, not for you.
Is my body still in one piece?
Parked it in Arasaka Tower's basement, plugged it into the network.
I figured as much. Your output's been torturing my brain with Soulkiller for a good while now.
Alt? Gonna show yourself? Say hi, maybe?
I'm an engram now. A construct. A fuck.
Yeah, well, welcome to the club.
Hey, Alt, you here?
Told me she's finishing the checksum, then she'll copy me back over into my flesh.
Soulkiller. We can't feel it doing its thing.
How come? We should be pissing our panties in pain right now.
Digital analgesia. Or data streams.
Certain sensation inputs can be blocked, blah blah, yada yada.
Alt, make you suffer through an exhaustive lecture?
Imparted it instantly. Whatever.
She did say she'd destroy Makoshi.
Just as you agreed.
Gonna release all those poor bastards only to suck them into her own bosom.
Make them part of herself.
So we at the finish line? It's all in Alt's hands now.
No.
What? Alt?!
I made a mistake in excluding the body as a factor.
DNA reconfiguration has progressed too far.
Added to aggressive, invasive medications.
The body's immune system attacking its own neurons.
Spit it out! In human terms!
Thee will die independent of what I do.
This is inevitable. This is imminent.
For fuck's sake, Alt. You had one job and you fucked it up?
I could not know the situation before conducting a thorough and precise diagnosis.
You promised this poor little shit a new life! And you lied! You fuckin' lied!
Dude, shut it for two seconds, will ya?! Gotta think.
Gonna be alright, Thea. Think of somethin'.
I said... give me one fuckin' minute!
Oh, come on. There's gotta be a way out of this.
The biochip has irreversibly changed the host organism. It no longer belongs to Thea, who is an intruder there.
The situation is different for you. All changes were made to accommodate your pain.
Don't you dare ask to kick me outta my own body!
The changes are irreversible. You have nothing left to lose. He has everything to gain.
I will not interfere in your personal affairs. But while Johnny has full control, he can do what he wishes.
Got zero intentions of doing you wrong. We made a deal, I'm sticking to it.
I'd hope so.
Let's just think a sec, about what to do.
Seeing as how I'm doomed to die... we stick to the plan I gave you.
I leave, you stay. Keys to my body are yours.
No... it's gonna be me.
You lying sack of shit.
So what do I do, Walt?
Simply cross the bridge. You will become a part of me, as V's body and former life are restored.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
There are no options you two-faced sack of shit! You're out, I'm in! That was the deal!
Okay, easy. I think too big a dose of Silverhand wound up in my blood. Need to chill.
Listen, if I had to choose who to hold up with on a desert island, it wouldn't be you. Ever.
Hell, the whole cast of little big corpo rats would have you beat. 'Cause you're a dickhead, in a big way.
And sure, plenty of others out there are more deserving of life.
But even so... I never wish you dead.
Just promise me one thing, asshole...
You won't forget me.
Thank you for watching.
Morning.
Morning you.
Gonna hop in the shower?
Mm-hmm, me too.
Hello, Night City!
Drag your asses out of your sets, I can turn to face the sky!
Fuck.
What is it?
Nothing.
Okay. You need me. I'll be in the kitchen.
♪ I'm not gonna let you be there ♪
♪ Make up your own story ♪
♪ Not bad for a woman ♪
All right, Lee. What's wrong?
Feeling worse?
♪ Not bad for a woman ♪
Nothing. Nothing's wrong.
You sure? These last few months?
Nothing.
You just seem... different lately.
Somewhere else.
You still thinking about Makoshi?
Or is it the job?
Don't worry. It'll all... it'll all work out soon.
"Work out"... Lee.
I'm not blind... or stupid.
I can see the wall you've put up.
You're not letting me past.
Ugh...
Sometimes I get the feeling you wouldn't even notice if I just up and disappeared.
Anyway... I'll be outside.
Maybe I'll catch a glimpse of the Crystal Palace.
You know...
Guess you could mistake it for Venus.
V?
I think I messed up.
We're not talking about the Crystal Palace anymore...
Are we?
It's weird as hell...
But I think I might have just realized...
I never felt right here...
I used to think I actually liked being one Adam among many...
Anonymous... and safe...
But it was an illusion...
I look at this city... and feel...
Like a lost Adam?
Sometimes...
But... mostly...
I feel... alone?
But you've got me!
Yeah, I know... for a little while longer.
You know, I used to keep time in phases... from one juncture to another...
the mega-building-hole-in-the-wall phase...
then the group home... the gang... the mocks phase...
Each and every time, I thought I'd found a home...
And each and every time... I came away disappointed.
What would you call this phase?
What I wanted to talk to you about, actually.
Listen, V... I... gotta get out of here...
ditch Night City... find something better... something more solid... you understand?
I don't want you to disappear... not now... I need you!
V... you've found your place... you own this city... look at yourself...
queen of the afterlife... a legend...
let me find out who I am... find my truth...
I mean... you know... ugh, it's so fucking hard to say... especially to you...
Thanks, Judy... for telling me... for everything...
Whatever you're planning now... is there any way I can help?
No... it's something I gotta do on my own...
So you're taking it... the job...
If it works... I won't let you forget... you're gonna hear about me... wherever you end up...
V's postcards from the edge...
I like the idea...
I'll be waiting for 'em...
(Explosion)
Better get going... I know.
Take care of yourself, Lee... and come back in one piece.
You take care, too.
Good morning, V.
Hey, Del.
Are you prepared for takeoff?
The afterlife. Head over there.
Your wish is my command.
My, don't you look tired. Did you have a difficult night?
Difficult few weeks.
Success weighing you down - is that it?
I was under the impression you had gotten all you wanted - that you'd shown the city exactly who is top dog.
Can I help? I'd very much like to help you.
Honestly, it's... it's too late. I can't be helped.
You've unlimited resources at your disposal after your raid on Mikoshi.
All of the afterlife eat out of your hand - I'm certain.
Don't worry about it, Del.
If you say so.
Mood in the city - what's it like?
Arasaka's problems continue to compound.
Organizational disintegration - its share prices collapsed.
Public mistrust is at an all-time high.
I could go on...
Secure your soul was to be a smashing success for Arasaka.
It turned into a horrific curse - they lost all resources related to the program.
Mm-hmm... promise the rich immortality.
Told 'em on it.
Actually collected engrams and knowledge.
Bid for control - power, I say.
And the street?
Rumors abound that you've taken on something rather big - and that one with great power and even greater funds is backing you.
Nothing much besides - Arasaka is in chaos, striving to restore even a semblance of order. It seems you, the afterlife, are safe - for now.
Good to know.
May I ask you something, V?
Shoot.
You mentioned recently that only one thing matters to you - to gaze upon Night City from the very top.
I hope you're deep learning covered metaphor - and you're not about to tell me to exercise caution when looking out the window.
Sarcasm? Funny? No - I wish to ask what will come next, once you've achieved your aim.
Ask me once it's done - once it's all over.
Of course - I shall be sure to do so. And I am glad...
Why is that?
...that I'll be able to ask. That means it'll work - you will, in fact, return.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, I'm talking to you!
Are you getting what you want out of life?
Let me guess...
Moving through a tube...
Rusty water from the tap...
Another murder outside your bedroom window...
But what if...
You can leave all that behind...
Far, far behind...
When you begin your journey...
To the final frontier...
Send the word "space" to 7299...
For a chance to win a one week getaway for two...
At Beth's Crystal Palace!
Of course.
Hey, we good?
Perfect.
Your box is ready and waiting.
Hey, V.
Get you something?
My usual.
Sure thing.
Keep 'em until somethin's up.
Won't be able to keep it under wraps much longer.
Won't have to.
Takeoff's today.
Today?
Is that a problem?
No, no...
Just...
In that case...
You're gonna need somethin' special.
Rogue had this little ritual...
Before any big op...
She'd knock back a shot of tequila...
Silverhands preferred.
Asked her once if it was for luck or whatever...
Know what she said?
Said it was about remembering.
Said that remembering Johnny that way...
Helped her focus on what was important.
Anyways...
Afterlife tradition...
Gonna mix you up one of our "specials"...
Just tell me who we're drinkin' to.
Mix me up a silverhand...
Drinkin' to Johnny.
I mean, I only know what people say about him, but...
Bet he'd love what you're planning...
Shit, you know, with a damn moon...
I know.
Good luck, V.
Hey, boss.
A few additional hatches opened up, my people rushed in, grabbed what they could.
So it's all systems go for the up.
I have confirmed the intel leaking out of Arasaka. The casino is currently testing a new security system.
And it's true. They will be shutting it down briefly today.
I believe you'll know how to use that moment.
Won't be disappointed. Picked the best merc around for the job.
So I've heard. But I'd like it proved to me as well.
Speaking of which...
Nobody's ever pulled off a stunt like this.
Where I'm from, they'd say it's straight impossible.
They'd say you're taking too big a risk.
Poetically speaking, flying towards the sun to burn up.
They'd be dead wrong. All of 'em.
Self-confidence worthy of a legend. Or of someone risking it all.
But I sense you know what it's like to lose everything.
To fight for one last breath. I see it in you.
The sim tomorrow should have the casino's client data. All of it.
Don't forget your side of the bargain.
Oh, I never forget a promise.
Good luck.
Right. In position.
Perfect. Almost to the second. My turn.
Hmm. Satellites are down for now. Just got the signal - signature cloaking activated. Remember - got one shot and one shot only.
Hmm. Tell me something I don't know.
As soon as it starts, there'll be no backing down, no chance of extraction, no chance of survival if anyone notices.
Excellent.
But if this works, you'll gain more than you ever imagined.
Times when I had something to gain are long gone. Now - now I got nothing to lose.
That's kinda grim. Then again - who am I to judge?
Anyway, let's go.
[gun cocking]
Okay, here goes nothing.
Secret lock.
See you down bottom.
Over and out.
(sigh)
(sound of jet taking off)