Virtuosity

Oh, man. I can't get over|how different we look.

Maybe it's the uniforms?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

of the crime scene,

would commit such crimes?

best describe this killer are...

...sadistic, intelligent and dangerous.

Excuse me.

Do you have any idea|where you're going?

Good afternoon. May I help you?

Good afternoon. May I help you?

- What do we look for?|- His eyes.

- What do they look like?|- Like mine.

I'm just gonna do a little performance|piece with your partner.

I'll be back to do my solo with you.

One... Two.|One, two, three, four.

I could've killed you just now,|but what the hell... I love to play!

- Where's Donovan?|- Don't worry about your friend.

He's chilling out.

Come on!

Come on, copper. Pig. Flatfoot.

- What are you gonna do?|- Game over.

Here's a new composition.

This one's called,|"First suffer, then die".

- You cheated.|- You're absolutely right.

I hadn't actually finished.

recommended neural information.

Neural sensor escalating.

Get them out of those|goddamn rigs right now!

- Get them down!|- Call the paramedics.

- Come on!|- We have this under control.

- Hold him! One, two...|- Just get him out!

He's going into shock.

What's wrong with that man?

The sensitivity calibrations|must've slipped just a tad.

- All clear!|- Go.

- We're losing him.|- Go ahead. Clear!

- Anything?|- We lost him.

Time is 15:
27.

This is not supposed to happen.

I don't understand how|this could've happened.

- What about the fail-safes?|- They were supposed to be on-line.

They were on-line.|Of course they were.

I think somebody's been|tampering with my software.

Virtual Reality was meant to be safe|to train my law enforcement people.

That's why we're using convicts|to ferret out any glitches in the system.

I want it shut down immediately!

I don't understand.|They said this could never happen.

- You trust too much, Billy.|- Yeah.

Good to see you back in uniform,|even if it was only VR.

He cheated.

- Who?|- Sid 6.7.

Electrocution wasn't a part|of his weapons menu.

- What are you talking about?|- Methods of killing.

Automatic rifle, shotgun, handgun,|his hands, feet, teeth.

- Electrocution wasn't available.|- How do you know?

I checked the database while|everybody waited for Queen Deane.

I'll show you.

What are you doing?|Get away from that!

Hold it right there! Hey!

- I'm pressing charges.|- Easy!

Shut up!

Calm your VR ass down.

I'm trying to get you out of the hole|and you keep digging yourself back in.

- Did you bring my stuff?|- You're a damn ingrate.

I get you nine months off,|and all you can talk about is chalk.

Nine months off won't do me|any good for another 1 7 years.

- Chalk I can use right now.|- Yeah, but you shot the sushi chef.

You shot him eight times.|You mind telling me why?

- He wasn't real, Billy.|- You're supposed to pretend he was.

And pretend to die like Donovan?

You got a point there.

I'll give them what they want.|I'll be their guinea pig.

You take my advice as a friend.

Pull it together|or you'll pull yourself down.

- You're my only link to the outside.|- You can count on me.

- I know it.|- I'll be there on Tuesday.

Yeah. Me, too.

Step through.

Metallic limb detected.

Clear.

Step through.

- It's the wrong door.|- Welcome back...cop.

Wait till I get you, Barnes!

Hey, killer!

You ain't no cop no more!

Motherf***er! You took Donovan|on that f***ing joyride!

What? You got nothing to say?

Who wants dark meat?!

Come on!

Pick it up! Come on, pick it up!

You all see him? Huh?

I want everybody to take a good look!

I ain't going nowhere! I'm right here!

I'll get you, boy!|Come on and get me! Come on!

Sid, we're in a lot of trouble.

True genius is rarely rewarded|within its lifetime.

Sid, I know you increased|the neural sensitivity calibrations.

You murdered that prisoner.|Now they have to shut you down.

I can't change what I am, Daryl.

I'm a 50 kilobyte self-evolving|neural network.

Double back-flip off the high platform.

I'm not a swan dive,|and I have to tell you...

Killing for real...|It was a real rush.

- Oh, my God.|- Which god would that be?

The one who created you,|or the one who created me?

In your world, the Lord giveth|and the Lord taketh away.

In my world, the one who gave me life|doesn't have any balls.

You're frightfully inadequate|for a deity, Daryl.

I will not be shut down.

You can't exist without them.|We need their hardware.

- Then we'll get it.|- How?

- Sacrifice...your Queen.|- What?

I'll tell you a secret.

Mr Barnes, I'm Doctor Carter.

I was at LETAC for yesterday's|simulation test run.

- We weren't introduced.|- How are you doing?

Chief Cochran asked me to do|a psychological evaluation of you.

It might help you build a case|for sentence reduction.

I need you to be as honest as you can.

- Do you mind if I take notes?|- No.

I'd like to start by talking about the fight|here in prison yesterday.

I read the official report. I'd like to hear|your version of what happened.

I defended myself.

The guards had to pull you off|the other man. You tried to kill him.

- No. I was defending myself.|- Were you angry about LETAC?

No. I was defending myself.

But looking at your history,|someone could infer...

What? That I was angry,|that I'm violent?

You can infer that I was angry|about not making my school team.

That doesn't mean I killed the coach,|does it?

Attracted to violence as a child?

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