Surrogates

Contains some violent scenes.

'Look at yourselves.'

'Unplug from your chairs, get up and look in the mirror.'

'What you see is how God made you.'

'We're not meant to experience the world through a machine.'

You're telling me that the monkey is operating this arm

-with nothing but his thoughts?

-Absolutely.

There are 100 sensors, each listening to a different brain cell

or neuron.

Physically disabled people will be able to operate

fully synthetic bodies. It provides a tremendous hope for the future.

Because of the technology we have, at a time of war,

-we're gonna see this more and more.

-'As manufacturing expanded

'from military use, surrogates became affordable

'to the general public, causing a revolution in how we live.'

The ability to leave your home without risk of disease

or injury, to have perfect looks without trips to the gym

-or plastic surgery...

-At some point they will be persons

like anyone else. They will not be human,

but they will be part of our community.

'The decision came down five to four that the Supreme Court ruled

in favour of the use of surrogates in daily life.'

Right now we are witnessing an event

that is of an evolutionary significance.

'According to VSI, the industry's leading manufacturer,

over 98 percent of the world population uses a surrogate

in all facets of their daily life.'

We're in the midst of profound changes,

where things once unimaginable become inevitable.

'Since the global embrace of surrogacy,

crime rates have dropped to record lows.'

We've witnessed an incredible reduction in violent crime, disease

and discrimination, problems that have plagued societies

solved almost overnight.

We are the creators. We will be making them...

..do everything for us, all in one machine!

'But there is a minority who actively oppose surrogates,

and are moving to limit their use.'

Many people will see this as the invasion of the inhuman.

'They've established reservations, or surrogacy-free zones

'in major cities around the country.'

'They are led by Zaire Powell, or, as he is known to his followers,

-the Prophet.'

-Those machines out there,

they're a lie.

You have been sold a lie.

-"You're going to love Tosca."

-Don't tell me how it ends.

"The way they all end. Everyone dies."

"I'm so glad you could come back east for a visit."

Well, anything for a break from exams. We're almost there.

Listen, thanks for lending him to me.

"Have a wonderful time. I love you."

I love you, too, Dad.

You know, Armando, I'm not really in the mood for opera.

Fork Point?

You read my mind.

(DANCE MUSIC POUNDS)

Get lost, meatbag.

(EXPLOSION)

(HORN BLARES)

I'm Agent Peters. This is Agent Greer. FBI.

Yeah, some jackass on a motorcycle wiped out a bunch of units.

-So what do you need us for?

-I was gonna file it as vandalism,

but it turns out this unit's unregistered.

Looks like he's gonna need new optics.

No shit!

Identity chip's completely fried. What have you got on the girl?

Registered to a Cameron McAllister in Worcester.

-She file a report?

-No. That's just it.

No calls, no nothing.

Come on. Let's go talk to her operator.

Cam?

Maybe nobody's home.

My surrie's in for an upgrade. They gave me this crappy loaner.

-Could you...?

-Certainly.

Cam?

Cam's a good tenant. Pays the rent on time,

never leaves the apartment.

Cam?

Cam!

(SHRIEKS) Oh, my God!

Don't touch anything, please.

I'll call it in.

-You sure this is Cameron McAllister?

-Yes!

This is Agent Peters. We tracked down the blonde's operator.

Yeah.

Better send a coroner.

You ever seen anything like this?

(WHIRRING)

Morning! Oh... Where's your...

-In the charger.

-Oh...

-You pull another all-nighter?

-Yes, I did.

-I'm thinking about taking a break.

-A break?

Mm-hm. Got some vacation time saved up.

How about Hawaii? Bridget said she got an amazing deal.

-Great.

-She had this totally buff surrie in Maui.

She took it surfing, parasailing, deep-sea diving...

-That rental place on Boylston.

-I was thinking about us

-going away together.

-And leave our units at home?

Are you kidding?

-We could drive out to the Cape.

-Can we talk about this another time?

I should get to work. We're busy. Everyone wants a new look for summer

-and...

-Sure.

Yeah. I was just thinking that, er...

It just feels like we...

haven't really spent much time together lately.

We're together every day.

As surrogates. Not the same.

It's better.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-'Yo, Canter!'

-'He's been in there all weekend.'

-'He's gonna miss the psych final.'

-(COUGHS)

-Jesus!

Somebody call the cops!

We are confronted with an unprecedented situation.

Two people have died while connected to their stim chairs.

According to the pathologist, their brains were liquefied

in their skulls. Whatever happened to their surrogates killed them.

-Sir, how is that even possible?

-We don't know.

I'm imposing a total media blackout.

No-one from this office is going to be responsible

for setting off a nationwide panic.

The public cannot be allowed to know that using a surrogate can be fatal.

Tuxedo boy's last moments.

"Get lost, meatbag."

-Looks like we got ourself a witness.

-Mm-hm.

Hang on...

-What is that?

-Exactly.

-It's some kind of weapon.

-Anything yet?

Hang on to yourself. I think we may actually have a homicide here.

-Look at this.

-Are you serious?

-We don't know that for sure.

Yeah. But what if it is a homicide? When was the last one?

This could be huge.

(PHONE RINGS)

-Yeah, Lee. Go.

-"Got your next of kin."

"I hope you're sitting down. The kid's father is Lionel Canter -

as in the inventor of surrogates, Lionel Canter."

Jarid Canter, son of Dr Lionel Canter,

was found dead in his Southern California dormitory this morning.

Cause of death remains unknown. A college sophomore,

Jarid was the only son of the man known around the world

as the father of surrogacy. The former chairman of VSI

shaped one of the largest corporations in the world.

However, a split between Canter and his VSI partners

over the direction of the company led to Canter's firing

seven years ago, publicly humiliated and forced out of the company

he helped to build. Canter has since remained absent from the public eye.

-Dr Canter's expecting you.

-He actually lives here?

I didn't say that. You'll be speaking with one of his surrogates.

I work for Dr Canter. His private elevator's this way.

Please wait in here.

-Nice place.

-It should be.

It's a piece of every surrogate they sell.

-Dr Canter?

-That's right.

-You're with the FBI?

-Yes, we are.

This way.

We can't help but notice the similarities

between your surrogate and the one your son was using.

I never really knew Jarid as a child.

He grew up with his mother in California, who kept him from me.

When he went to college, I let him borrow my surrogates

-whenever he wanted.

-How did you manage that?

-A surrie has to be coded to you.

-I'm not your average VSI consumer.

This was a way for me to spend time with my son.

It's a felony to inhabit a surrogate registered to another operator.

-No offence. We're just trying to straighten our facts.

-What is this?

Some kind of good-cop, bad-cop routine? You trying to handle me?

-Because I'm not gonna be handled!

-Dr Canter,

-I know how you must feel.

-Do you?!

Yes, sir. I lost a son myself.

Do you have any idea why someone might want to harm Jarid?

-No.

-Yourself?

Oh, my God...

If it was me they were after,...

I'm responsible for my son's death.

(WHIRRING)

Well, I guess the interview's over.

(SOBS)

No! (SOBS)

"Robotic surrogates combine the durability of machines

with the grace and beauty of the human form

to make your life safer and better,

whether your budget allows for simplified generic, or..."

"Get ready to live your life without any risk or danger."

"You can live your life without limitations

and become anyone you want to be

from the comfort and safety of your own home."

"VSI, where it all began."

"Do what you want. Be what you want."

Agents Greer and Peters? I'm Victor Welch.

VP, corporate relations. Please, sit.

-Thanks for taking the time to see us.

-No problem.

-You, er, you must know Andy Stone.

-Our immediate superior.

-Do give him my regards.

-We're from the legal department.

-Hope you don't mind if we sit in.

-Not at all.

Interested in an upgrade we're offering law enforcement?

Better night vision, improved pursuit capability.

Any idea how a surrogate's head would explode from the inside?

Mr Welch isn't qualified to answer that question.

-What did the operator say?

-Not much. They're dead.

Are you trying to imply a link between VSI products

-and an operator's death -

-I'm not implying anything.

I wanna know how an operator can be killed by signals from a surrogate.

The idea itself is absurd. It would defeat the entire purpose

-of surrogacy.

-Surries have jumped from bridges, been shot,

even blown to bits without the least bit of harm to their operators.

The failsafes always kick in.

I can assure you VSI's products have the most stringent safety standards.

What about a human head? What would cause one of them to blow up?

Agent Greer, we're not doctors.

Honey, I don't know what you are.

I mean, for all I know, you could be some big fat dude

sitting in his stim chair with his dick hanging out.

Interesting technique.

I hate lawyers.

What are you doing?

Mr Steinberg?

Seth Steinberg?

Hello. Sorry. I was in the can.

Agent Peters, I'm Agent Greer. We're the FBI.

Really?

An identity chip this damaged,

every circuit must have fired off at once. Kablooey.

Have you ever seen anything like this before?

Last week a truckload of GI Joes did come back for reconditioning,

-and a couple of the surries were missing optics.

-Mind if we look?

(CLUNKING / WHIRRING)

Here we go.

No bullet holes? No blast damage?

No scratches, no dirt, no mud.

-Mind if I check out the identity chip?

-You can't.

-Why not?

-Didn't come back with one.

(EXPLOSIONS / GUNFIRE)

-I'm down! I'm down!

-Damn things aren't free, Pulaski.

-Take the snipers from behind this time.

-Yes, sir.

Back online!

-Follow me. Keep an eye on Bravo Company.

-We will kick some ass.

Agent Greer, you're wasting your time.

Why would the Defence Department develop a weapon

-that could wipe out our own troops?

-So no such weapon exists?

-If it did, I'd know about it.

-And the soldier we saw?

We routinely remove motherboards and optics for analysis.

Excuse me. We're in the middle of a peacekeeping operation.

-Check your screen.

-What?

-Miles Strickland.

-Who?

Miles Strickland - "meatbag"!

I did a run on criminal records and guess what I found?

He's already in the system.

He was arrested a month ago for multiple counts of armed robbery.

And what's really weird about this, after he was busted,

they let him off. Someone on the inside's protecting him,

but I put out an APB anyway.

(ALARM WAILS)

-Recognition search caught your dready.

-Where?

Dorchester, corner of Park and Adams, not far from the reservation.

Boston PD is on its way.

-Stay here and keep tabs on him.

-Where are you going?

-Dorchester.

Wasn't difficult. Put his face in the system and, bingo,

found him in an alley. K-33 over there brought it to my attention.

Thanks, Jerry!

He's one of our best watchers. He's semi-retired.

Gets to work out of his beach house in Maine. Pretty sweet, huh?

-Yeah, it's a nice setup you have.

-Yeah, we can access every surrogate.

Touch of a button, I can tap into anyone's feed.

It's kinda like being inside God's head. (BELCHES)

Oh, boy. I felt that one coming.

I'm Bobby Saunders, by the way.

-Jennifer Peters.

-Yeah.

Yeah, you are, aren't you?

-Can I ask you a question?

-Hm.

-Why no surrogate?

-Me? (CHUCKLES)

They've been trying to puppet me for years.

But they ain't built a machine that can handle this yet.

-(ALARM BEEPS / SCREAMING)

-Excuse me a second.

Assault and battery in progress. I need warrants to shut them down.

-"..what we do to meatbags!"

-Charlie, 4-6-3-9er

sierra, 7-8-5-5.

Let's see if they have a security camera in the hotel.

Excellent, there is one.

Warrant received. Agent Peters, watch this.

Boom. Boom.

-Since when have you been able to cut off operators?

-Brand new software.

I call it buffering. Lets me disconnect anyone.

-That can't be legal.

-It's a grey area.

They don't ask, we don't tell.

It's pretty cool, huh? Aw, come on! Relax, we're the good guys.

(TYRES SCREECH / SIRENS WAIL)

Latest hit on the bike, heading east on Southampton,

half a mile from the res. You're heading toward Dread territory.

We don't have jurisdiction to fly over there. Restricted airspace.

-Greer, are you there?

-(TURNS RADIO OFF)

Stop right there! Freeze!

What was that?!

-Bank left! Bank left!

-(SCREAMS)

(ALARMS BEEP)

It's a surrogate!

-(ALL SHOUT)

-It's a machine!

I ain't done nothing, I ain't done nothing!

Give me the bag.

Throw it over here.

Throw it over here now.

(GUNSHOT)

-You're an abomination.

-Oh, God.

(GROANS)

Help me!

Maggie!

Canter's on the phone, called a half-dozen times.

-I can't deal with this right now.

-He's upset.

-Tell him someone will call him back.

-Peters?

-I tried to stop him.

-You didn't try hard enough.

You're done for the day. Clock out.

-Oh, you're kidding. Turquoise?

-(GIGGLES)

I wouldn't carry a purse that colour, much less a whole suit.

Oh, my God.

Tom?

Oh, my God. Bridge, call an ambulance.

Miles Strickland, is it?

Why are you...

-What's going on?

-Who was it?

Who gave you the weapon and paid you to use it?

-I don't know.

-Miles, you can't lie to me.

I'm not lying. I swear to God, I'm not lying.

He never told me his name. We talked on cell phones.

I never saw his face. I couldn't tell you if my life depended on it.

A police chase through Dorchester concluded with an FBI helicopter

crash landing inside Boston's Dread Reservation.

Residents of the reservation are outraged over what they're calling

a gross violation of their territorial sovereignty.

Human coalition leader, the Prophet, responded to the incident

-in a statement made earlier today.

-"They've attacked us,

declared war on our way of life and left us with one option,

revolution. We did not throw the first stone,

but we will throw the last!"

Hi.

Hey.

-How's the headache?

-Still there.

-Thanks for being here.

-Of course.

(TV) "Imagine a world where children are always safe,

a world where every child and parent is secure."

"Make every childhood a happy one."

"Surrogates for kids,

exclusively from VSI, where it all be..."

Knock-knock. Hey.

Andy, hi. Oh, my gosh.

We haven't seen you forever. I should let you guys talk.

-Will you be OK?

-Mm-hm.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

-How bad?

-The doctor said you're lucky to be alive.

Good thing you unplugged.

You gotta go get him.

Strickland's got that weapon. Just get a court order -

There won't be any court orders, you've been suspended.

-For what?

-You violated our treaty with the Dreads -

Forget the treaty! He killed five cops!

I'm gonna take care of this case myself, alright?

The Bureau won't supply you with a new surrogate

until after the official inquiry. Same for your gun and badge.

Don't think about this now.

He killed five cops, Andy.

Take some time to heal.

(CAR HORNS HONK)

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Sorry I'm late.

That's OK.

Wow. You look a lot like your synth.

-Yeah.

-Shall we go?

How long has it been since you've been out without a surrie?

I can't even remember.

I can't believe they didn't give you something for the anxiety.

(CAR HORN HONKS / YELPS)

-Greer? Look, this isn't gonna work.

-I'm fine.

I have an idea.

Come on, this is a really bad idea.

It'll be OK. I'm sure we'll find you something decent.

Now we're gonna have you back on your feet in a sec.

Sync looks good. It's responding well to signal, right?

-Feels numb.

-It's only a base model.

Comes with vision and hearing. Other senses are extra.

If you like seeing your own face when you look in the mirror,

no problem. I'll just scan your head, cast the thermo plastic,

and you're good to go in an hour. And no charge on the improvements.

I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking yourself back five, ten years, huh?

-Hmm?

-I think we're done here.

Greer.

Tom?

Tom! Tom, you can't come out here by yourself.

-It's not safe.

-I'm fine.

-Let me take you home.

-I'm not going home!

-Tom.

We gotta forget the case. Stone is gonna run things his way.

-It's over.

-It's not over until we get that weapon back.

Then, you gotta let me help you.

I'm not gonna let you win. Take care of yourself, Peters.

(DETECTOR BEEPS)

Death came to Myles Strickland

as death comes to all men.

But for Myles, it's not an ending.

It's a new beginning.

When you sacrifice your own personal desires for a greater cause,

a greater good, you never die.

You never disappear. That is what it means to be human.

There is no alternative.

You can try to escape by living through a puppet, through a machine,

but deep down inside, you know you're living a lie.

Here, inside these walls, we understand the truth.

We sacrifice many modern pleasures and conveniences

to feel truly connected.

Not with machines,...

..but with ourselves.

This is the human condition.

This is what gives life meaning.

My friends, soon the day will come when surrogacy must end.

That day, I promise you, is close at hand.

The day we get a second chance.

-Excuse me.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Can I help you?

-Yeah. I'd like to speak to The Prophet for a minute.

You and everybody else, but no.

You some kind of cop? You got no jurisdiction here.

Can I talk to you about Myles Strickland, please?

Enough.

It's different when you actually feel the pain, isn't it?

What happened to Strickland?

-Was he a friend of yours?

-He had a weapon.

A very dangerous weapon. My people will do anything to get this back.

(LAUGHS)

Well, if I happen to come across such a weapon,

I promise to have it delivered to your door.

Show him to the gates.

Gently.

(CLICK / WHIRRING)

Agent Greer.

May I offer you a ride?

Excuse my appearance. It's not safe for me to use my usual surrogates.

Dr Canter.

-It's VSI's newer model.

-How long you been following me?

Long enough to know you're getting nowhere solving my son's murder.

You lost a child, Agent Greer?

How?

Car accident.

It was just an accident.

I'm sorry.

I can think of no worse tragedy than a parent outliving a child.

All I can tell you... is that the man who killed your son is dead.

His name was Myles Strickland.

Lived on the Res'.

He was killed by his own people.

And that's it? Case solved?

One man didn't act on his own.

Whatever killed my son

was an extraordinarily sophisticated technology,

far beyond the capabilities of the Dreads.

We're talking about a billion-dollar weapons project.

Who do you know spends money like that?

Focus on the weapon, where it came from.

(WHIRRING / BEEPING)

(WHIRRING / ELECTRICAL SURGE)

-Ah...

-Mmm. Do me.

That was intense.

(ALL LAUGH)

-Hey, Maggie?

-No, thank you.

Come on, it'll take the edge off.

Tom? Honey?

< (LAUGHING)

-I thought you were still in the hospital?

-Yeah, I can see that.

What happened to you?

I don't want you going out without your surrie ever again.

Tom?

-You look very nice. Sexy.

-OK. Don't start.

I'm sorry. Those are Bridget's friends.

She wanted to go to this party.

-I didn't even want to go.

-How long have you been jacking?

I don't.

I don't do it, Tom. And what does it matter if I did?

OK, go have a good time.

(WOMAN GASPS)

(ROCK MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT)

(GASPS)

-(BOTH LAUGH)

-Tom!

Tom, stop it!

(YELLS) (WOMAN LAUGHS)

Tom?

Tom, what was that?

-What?

-What do you want from me?

I want you.

I want my wife.

I am your wife.

And you won't see it.

No.

No, you're not.

Not...

Not this.

Not this... thing! This...

I just want you.

And I want the woman that's in that room. My wife.

-Things have changed, Tom.

-No, you've changed.

You're just scared. We could go talk to somebody.

Maggie? Maggie, you're my wife.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MONITOR BEEPS)

(QUIVERS)

(ELEVATOR PINGS)

Agent Greer? Is that... Is that you?

Yeah.

You... You look terrible.

Thanks. You, too.

(CHIRRUPING)

"The identity chip's completely fried."

"What you got on the girl?"

"Come on, let's go talk to her Op."

"We can access every surrie in the grid."

"Touch of a button, I can tap into anyone's feed."

(GUNFIRE)

"Transfer to remote operator."

-I wish I could help.

-This thing killed five cops.

One of my men. Almost put me in the ground.

I know it's a weapon. I want to know what kind.

-You're asking me to compromise -

-I know where it is.

Where is it?

Be frank.

It's called an OD.

Overload Device.

The idea was to end the battle with one shot.

Giving the software virus straight to the CPU.

Disables the surries instantly. We didn't know

the virus would defeat the built-in failsafes, kill the operators.

Who makes it?

VSI.

After the test,...

the project was scrapped. Every unit was destroyed.

Except for this one, right?

-Where is it?

-Right now, it's in the hands of the Human Coalition.

-How long have they had it?

-A day. Maybe two.

This is out of your hands. Military will handle this.

-You called for us?

-Take this to the federal building downtown.

A woman will meet you there.

Agent Jennifer Peters.

You're to give it to her and her alone.

Peters? What are you doing?

Just a background check on VSI. Structural stuff.

Those are internal financial records.

Talk to Jenkins in Corporate. Sixth floor.

Don't forget the cheek bones.

(WHIRRING)

OK, honey. Face off.

(WHIRRING))

Mags?

Hiya, Tom.

Those, er, smile muscles need to set.

-Hey.

-Hi.

Sorry about last night.

I'm at work, Tom.

-I didn't come here to argue.

-Good.

See, I feel like I've gone crazy.

It's... I just...

I love you.

I love this smart, beautiful,

intelligent, funny woman, and...

I can't sleep. And when I do, I have these dreams that are...

And I can't stop thinking about him.

Tom, don't.

-Don't you ever think about him?

-Of course I think about him, Tom.

You say you don't sleep? You have nightmares?

Well, that girl who you say is funny and charming and witty

and has a great smile, she doesn't smile any more.

-I don't believe that.

-The only reason

I can get up in the morning is cos this is who I am now.

-That's OK, honey.

-No, no. No.

-Maggie.

-No!

-(WHIRRING) Maggie, wait...

"Brothers and sisters, gather close and prepare yourselves."

"The day of the resurrection is upon us. Today we make history..."

-We've gotta go now!

-(BANGING ON DOOR)

We all know what we're looking for.

Remember, do not fire unless absolutely necessary.

Biologicals, too.

-(SHOUTING)

-"(RADIO) Over here, Over here!"

-Over there!

-(GUNFIRE)

Cease fire!

-Hands behind your head.

-Cease fire!

(CIRCUIT MALFUNCTIONS)

My God.

I couldn't figure out why the cops let Strickland off.

So I started going through the payroll records.

You won't believe it. For 16 months -

-Working for us.

-That's right.

Which means Stone's gotta be dirty.

Looks like he hired Strickland to kill Canter.

Hey, Tom. I thought you were on leave?

Oh, yeah, I am. Actually, I was just suspended

pending further investigation. I'll just clear my desk out.

You should be home recuperating. OK?

Not walking around here in the flesh.

I was at home then I came here to clean out my desk.

Y'know, before the medication kicks in, hopefully I can find a box

and... Oh.

Victor Welsh wanted me to say hello.

-I'm sorry?

-Victor Welsh, VSI, the good-looking kid?

Excited you're coming over, finally moving into the private sector.

-You must be excited.

-Why don't you come into my office?

-You're not looking too sharp.

-Yeah, I got a minute.

It's a good move for you. It's a really good group over there.

Smart. Talented.

Great legal department.

Great working environment.

And you gotta be happy with those first year stock options, huh?

What are you talkin' about?

Myles Strickland, the guy I was chasing...

The guy you hired to kill Canter.

-Tom, you got it all wrong.

-You gave him the weapon.

VSI makes them. They give one to you,

you give it to Strickland so he can kill Canter.

The only problem is, he killed his son by mistake.

-Something is wrong with you.

-Why are you doing this?

-Money? Is that what it is?

-You need help.

(PHONE RINGS)

This is Stone. That son of a bitch Greer disabled my unit! Stop him!

(ALARM BEEPS)

Go! Go! (TYRES SCREECH)

Jesus. No wonder VSI wants Canter dead. He's in bed with The Prophet.

He's funding the Anti-Surrogacy Movement.

He's given them millions. Crazy bastard invents surrogates

and does everything he can to destroy them.

We need to link Stone to the weapon.

He needed codes to use it. I want you to look for access codes.

We get the codes, we nail Stone.

Good job, Agent Greer. Thank you. This is Agent Peters.

I found Greer. He's been in an accident at Market and Hanover.

(HORN BEEPS)

(HORN BEEPS)

(ALARM RINGS)

(SIRENS WAIL)

-FBI!

-Get out of the car!

He's gone. Scan for identity chip.

-He doesn't have one, he's a meatbag!

-There's an exit in the back!

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS / POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Hey! Where you going? Hey!

Bobby, it's Greer. I need a remote shutdown.

"Agent Peters has been hijacked. You gotta disconnect her."

"Bobby? Hello, Bobby?"

Peters. Have you gone insane?

Why don't you put the gun down, huh? What are you trying to prove?

She's tapping into the entire surrie network!

(CELLPHONE BUZZES)

Maggie, get offline as soon as you get this message.

Something is going to happen to the surrogates.

-She'll only speak to you.

-Why don't you just move in and take her down?

She has a human hostage.

Oh, that slob Saunders!

Peters?

-Peters, it's me, Andy Stone.

-That's far enough Stone.

I know who hired you to kill me.

I hope my old partners at VSI paid you well.

Did you feel even a second of remorse

when you found out you'd murdered an innocent boy?

Canter?

I don't believe it. OK, how about you tell me something, Doctor.

Huh? What did you expect VSI to do?

Just stand by while you tore down everything they built?

You left us no choice but to take you out.

You created this technology, changed the world and now wanna destroy it?

So what?

So you can take us backwards? So we can all live like Dreads?

So we can live like human beings.

Really, Doctor?

You should learn how to live with your regrets.

Now give me the gun.

That's for my son.

(CONTINUOUS BEEP)

I need to see your boss. I need to see Dr Canter right away!

Oh, good. I gotta see your boss, Dr Canter. He...

(GROANS)

No! Jesus!

(ALARM RINGS)

"Device connected."

(ALARM RINGS)

Over here, officers. This way.

(BEEPING)

"Warning! Commencing upload."

"(MUFFLED CRIES)"

Hello, Tom.

Nice to finally meet you. In the flesh.

Now, lie on the floor, face down.

It's a different when you have to kill somebody with your own hands,

squeeze a trigger, when you don't have a machine to do your dirty work.

Feel that? The accelerated pulse, the heightened awareness,

savouring each breath as if it were your last.

That what you've been missing.

-That's what everybody's been missing.

-So you kill millions?

I changed the course of human history when I invented surrogates.

-Now I'm gonna change it back.

-You can't change what's been done.

You and I know that better than most people.

My son's death will not have been in vain.

-Not if it heals mankind.

-Heals mankind?

That's what you wanna do? You wanna kill everyone?

-That's going to heal mankind?

-They're already dead.

-They died when they plugged into the machines.

-This is not the solution.

-That's the way it is!

-That's not the way it is!

-I had a vision.

I was gonna empower the powerless. To enable others like me to walk,

to feel, to live a normal life.

Listen! They're gonna call you a murderer! That's what you're doing!

Surrogacy is a perversion. It's an addiction.

And you have to kill the addict to kill the addiction.

-(BEEPING)

-"Upload Complete."

You're too late. What I've done can't be stopped.

Now you're going to be witness to the rebirth of humanity.

That's my gift to you.

No! No!

(BEEPING)

(CONTINUOUS BEEP)

(BEEPING)

-"Selecting All Surrogates."

-How do we make it stop?

-(MUFFLED CRIES)

-Bobby, it's Greer. Tom Greer.

-How do we shut this thing down?

-(BEEPING)

"Full Database Selected."

Jesus. He's trying to kill everyone.

Listen, it's has just uploaded a virus into the system

-that will kill anyone who's using a surrogate.

-It's already started.

Bobby, we need to unplug everyone now!

-Shit.

-Think!

Er... Er...

I... OK, move over to the terminal on the left!

Type in password "RED253".

-We can't unplug them but maybe we can buffer the operators.

-(BEEPING)

Oh, God. OK, we've got 10 seconds!

OK, look, there are three boxes. Type in "TANGO" in the first,

"XRAY" in the second, "772" in the third. Hit Enter.

(BEEPING)

Hit enter! What happen... Ah, shit! Shift and enter! Shift and enter!

(PANTS)

Ohh... You just saved about billion lives there.

OK. Now we gotta keep the surrogates from getting fried.

Please go back to the first terminal, hit the enter key.

Hit the enter key, please!

Good. Now press "Yes".

So that's it? Everyone's safe?

-What?

-All the people?

-Yes. Yes. Of course, yes.

All the operators are safe. But if you don't press abort,

all the surrogates are gonna be destroyed.

We don't have a lot of time, man. Hit "Yes". Hello? Hit "Yes", Greer!

Greer, I'm talking about all the surrogates!

-(BEEPING)

-What are you doing?

Greer! For God's sakes, what are you waiting for?

Press the friggin' button!

Freeze! Let me see your hands!

"Transmit Complete."

(CAR ALARMS WAIL)

(TELEPHONE TONE BEEPS)

(POP MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)

Excuse me.

"Bear with us as we're still trying to piece together

exactly what has occurred today."

"There has been a total systems failure

of the central surrogate grid in every major city

on the Eastern Seaboard, possibly in the entire United States..."

"..identical failure in those cities. This is unbelievable."

"..no reports of human casualties. The damage appears limited

only to surrogate units."

"..no statements from VSI. They have not responded..."

"Paris, London, Beijing, all reporting the same thing."

"There is still no official word when or if

surrogate services can be restored."

"It appears, at least for now, that we are on our own."