Johnny Mnemonic Page #2

Okay.

Fine. Just hold it there.

So?

Just hold it there.|You can hold it.

- Can't you?|- Yeah. Sure.

See?

Cheap street implants.

You're damaged goods.

Spider man jacked you up|all right.

Jacked her up so tight|she shakes.

I cannot use you,|not for muscle.

Ever considered something|a little less actively physical?

Like on your back, babe?

Or on your knees.

I'll get a gig, Ralfi.

Then I'm coming back for you.

Sure.

Yo, J-Bone.

What you clocking, man?

Some suit out from the city.

What for?

I don't know.|Suits don't come out here.

You're Johnny?

Am I?

I sure hope so.|Come on in.

We're here to help you.

We've got to stop meeting|like this.

Baldy.

Doctor will see you now.

You lied.

Time to die.

Time?

We've got all night, a**hole!

- Let me see it.|- Shut up, man.

Yo, J-man.

Toad!

You weren't on the menu.

- I want you to do something.|- Do?

Yes. Say 'bye.

Hold it right there.

You're tooling up.

As long as you understand|one thing:

We're even.|I don't owe you sh*t.

Who are you?

I'm J-Bone.

I run Heaven.

The LoTek headquarters.

Easy as apple pie|Easy as app--

- Johnny!|- They were waiting for me, Ralfi.

Two big, nasty men!

Johnny, please.|Let me explain. Johnny!

You set me up, my friend.

Johnny, it's not my fault.|There's been a screw-up!

You're dead if you don't get|this stuff out of my head.

Sh*t!

Not on the head!

Don't tell me you hit him|on the head.

This way.

Hooky, give me my sh*t.

Come on.

Looks like he's coming 'round.

Looks like he's coming 'round.

How you feeling, Johnny?

What'd they upload?

The goddamn Library of Congress?

Feels like my brain's gonna explode.

I think your friend|can take care of that.

Ralfi, you lying sack of sh*t.

Please, let's work this out|like gentlemen.

In this business, you only f*** up once|with the Yakuza.

We'll need a bucket.

Put it here beside the table.

Can we talk?

Talk.

I have one image of the access code.|You have the other two.

I'll give you the data.|Everybody happy.

You don't understand.

They want the data and|everything it's ever been stored in.

There's less danger|of information decay.

We don't have to worry|about anyone going in...

with mnemonic sensors.

These days, you see...

dead men can tell tales.

There's some way|to work this out!

There is.

Hurry up. Please.

What is going on?

I'll slit his f***ing throat, b*tch.

So? The other guy's gonna|cut his whole head off.

- Say we pay you to walk away?|- I'll pay 20 grand.

You wouldn't believe|the sh*t you're in.

Fifty.

Deal.

You b*tch!

It's okay.|I got the gun. Let's go.

Time to go!

B*tch!

Hey! You could have|f***ing killed me!

Get out of my way!

What are you doing?

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