Boy 7 Page #4

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- No.

It's just getting exciting.

Hand it over.

No.

Hand it over.

- No.

I said:
Hand it over.

Your name is Lara.

Lara?

Yeah, I think it's a weird name too.

Don't get any ideas.

Lara.

F***...

Come on.

Where are you going?

Where are we?

No idea.

I thought we were going to escape.

- Not without Lara.

Sam?

F***!

What the f*** is going on here?

Surgery successful.

Side effects:
slight.

Headache. No hemorrhages.

Four:
Implanted.

Internal hemorrhages.

Vaccinations. Heavy hemorrhages.

Third procedure.

Deceased. Chip rejected.

What is all this?

- Lara.

Number 8.

Chip 8 definite.

We have to leave.

Lara!

- Sam...

Come on. Let's go. Now.

Holy sh*t.

It's Sassen.

There are...

- There are results, I know.

But this project has two sides:

Chaos and the resulting control.

What did you think of the explosion?

- Spectacular and effective.

But we said:
No victims.

Well...

Well... That guy was the father

of two children. His throat was slit.

I want everything executed with complete

perfection. That's what I mean by control.

Is that clear?

- Mr. Sassen, may I show you something?

The Masters blew up

the government building.

That's where they were going.

Why would Sassen blow up

his own building?

What does Sassen want?

Security, control.

Stricter laws to monitor us.

But those laws won't be implemented

without the population's support.

May I present to you...

This is our latest acquisition.

I'd say, go ahead.

Do you smoke?

- No.

From now on you do.

Stub it out.

On your arm.

Again.

That's enough.

The demonstration is over.

Says who?

- It's clear.

Is there a problem, Willem?

You disagree with me again?

I'll wait outside.

Everything under control?

- Of course. Don't worry.

De Geer won't stand in our way

anymore soon.

Is their memory loss permanent?

Even if someone would remember

something, it will be vague and incoherent.

In fact, you'll just have a confused teen,

once a criminal...

...who'll claim he had to commit

an assault in your name.

No one will believe it.

This is the sewer

that controls all the chips.

What are you doing?

- I'll try to turn off her chip.

What?

- Marit.

We have to get out of here. Now.

Now. Let's go.

Sam, come on.

Sam, now what?

- Back to our room.

Listen, that chick of yours is gone,

destroyed.

So will we if we don't leave now.

- Do what you want.

I'm staying.

Lara...

What are you doing?

You've got a chip in your head.

Feel it.

Feel it yourself.

Here. Listen, I wrote everything down.

Who I am. What happened that night.

Everything. Keep it safe.

If I turn out to be a zombie after all,

give it back to me. OK?

After all?

- I exchanged the chip meant for me...

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