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HALDEN:
Get some internal police there.
Tell them to run a perimeter.
TANNER:
But have them wait for me 'till they
move in on him.
Halden turns, shooting him a surprised look. But Tanner
ignores it as he heads for the door.
Dex goes to stop him, but something in Tanner's eyes makes
A frozen beat, then Halden snaps a silent command to Dex
to let Tanner go.
CUT TO:
INT. INTERFACE ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Rows and rows of unconscious bodies strapped to interface
seats, the room looks like a warehouse full of people in
comas.
Tanner climbs into an interface seat as a TECHNICIAN
wheels up his medi-cart and starts preparing an IV.
TANNER:
Shouldn't be in that long.
The technician shrugs, returns the IV to his cart and
starts hooking Tanner to a bio-monitor.
Dex strides into the room, staring down at Tanner.
DEX:
Been a while since you've been
inside.
(off Tanner's
silence)
Going to look up old friends?
Tanner meets Dex's stare. A deadly exchange.
DEX:
(grins)
You know she asks about you all the
time --
Tanner plunges his finger into the CONNECT BOX, his eyes
thrusting back in his head, body going slack.
Cool silent blackness of the void.
Eternal stretch of nothingness.
Then the blink of a light racing toward us.
Colors so intense you can feel their heat.
DISEMBODIED VOICE (O.S.)
Destination?
TANNER'S DISEMBODIED VOICE (O.S.)
Hotel district.
The faintest sounds can be heard. Almost sounds like
music.
DISEMBODIED VOICE (O.S.)
Security clearance approved.
Welcome Tanner. Enjoy your stay.
Dropping down. Into the lights. Embraced by the colors.
CUT TO:
EXT. NIGHT CITY
It's as if someone took the best parts of the world's
night spots and put them together in one neon-drenched
city.
Only this is the digital world.
Picture-perfect architecture. No pollution or decay. And
colors that are just a little bit more vibrant than the
real world.
Music pounds the air as crowds of people roam the streets,
exploring the countless pubs, casinos and night clubs.
EXT. NIGHT CITY - HOTEL DISTRICT - CONTINUOUS
Tanner heads down a street lined with some of the world's
most famous hotels.
Unlike the partying people all around him, Tanner is all
business, staring straight ahead with laser-like
intensity.
EXT. THE SAVOY
A group of INTERNAL COPS wearing tele-com's and Night City
Police uniforms, stand huddled in the shadows across from
The Savoy.
The SERGEANT greets Tanner with a curt nod.
SERGEANT:
Corp must really want this guy to
have sent the legend himself.
TANNER:
Just didn't want you boys having all
the fun.
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